Wapun Meadow Sunshine, Daisies, Butter Mellow...
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@Cry :3 Sorry this took awhile, got distracted >.>

Speaker had been guided to this serene beauty of a landscape by a satisfyingly sweet scent of wildflowers, which interested her in seeing what sort of wild flora this new landscape held. Upon arriving, the fireball of a she-wolf slowed her step and stopped to admire the vibrant canvas of Wapun meadow. Fiery golden eyes gazed across the grass lovingly, as Speaker began to enjoy one of her guilty pastimes: running around and around for little reason. She may have startled a few small critters, but it didn't matter to her as she enjoyed the scent of nectar in ecstasy. The flaming wolf eventually stopped with a tumble as she rolled around in the grass lovingly.

Her paws sprawled out in the air, Speaker relaxed and enjoyed the calm that came after the storm. She had certainly felt the pressure rise and noticed the lack of bird-call a few days back, and had stayed away from the coast. Now fluffy white bundles of serenity dotted the sky. Speaker decided to go sky-gazing at that moment, trying to make funny little pictures that the clouds had painted.

She flipped herself over, but continued to stare at the sky in a sort of calm, grace. A flick of the ear or a twitch of a muscle would caused her pelt to erupt in flame as the sun danced upon her fur...
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«it's perf fine. I'm sorry I took so long to respond, a friend of mine was trying to get her account back. Was helping out. :P »



After Cry had stopped by the den and confirmed the pups location with their parent, the silent shadow did two more circuits and gave himself a break. He felt that anymore checks around the perimeter would overrun his scent over the Alphas, and that was one thing he would not have done. 

Noticing the caches had been virtuality untouched have him the impression that no-one has been hungry, as of late. 

With the children busy, his circuits compete, and caches filed, it seemed as if his work was done. Well, for a brief moment, yes. The dark prince wouldn't stay idle. He would explore a bit, before his instinctual alarm clock told him to get back to work, or face the wrath of his leader.

Without any hesitancy, the ebony hessian headed toward Wapon Meadow, a place he recalled flowers, Sun, and peace. The three year old knew he would never feel peace until he made it back to the salted waters of the Sea, but with the Meadow, he would make do.

Darkness kept him from prying eyes, his coat making him a walking shadow underneath the shade of the trees and he kept comfort in them until he had finally reached the meadow. Open field.
Freedom. 

A swift movement snagged his attention, and not only his lazer like stare, but his ears accompanied him in the observation of movement amongst the tall grass. It was a flash of fiery orange, and for a stunned second, Cry contemplated fleeing from his bane. 
Where was the smoke?
There was none.

Another breeze lulled over him, his ethereal pelt riveting moving midnights over his athletically built form. 
Winter glacials pierced the spot where he had last seen the flash of writhing embers, and silent as death itself, he moved to investigate.
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It's cool ^^

Speaker gazed at the wayward sky a few moments more before closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. She paused in her breathing, curious when she discovered a new scent had mingled with the meadow's perfume. A flick of the ear hinted no sound, but she was sure that a newcomer had arrived. She shook her head in surprise. Another wolf she would meet that had a step quieter than a fluff of down pausing to rest on a forest floor. She wondered how much skill these wolves of the area had all together? It irked the Speaker, who, though good with stepping lightly, had a pelt that burned so brightly it only attracted attention.

She opened her eyes, and slowly scanned the boundaries of the meadow. A burning golden gaze locked with that of an icy blue, and the red she-wolf jumped at the sudden awareness of another, causing the sun to dance off her fur once more. She nodded to him warily, slowly making out his dark outline as he emerged from the shadow. She normally was much more open, but his sudden quiet intrusion had put her on guard.

Speaker opened her mouth, her voice resonating warily, "Greetings, Stranger..."
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Shit. He has been caught. And by a phoenix, no less.
Straightening, he dipped his crown to the  fire hued fae.
An averted gaze, placing his iceberg irises on the tall greenery at the base of her paws.
Why did it burn to look at her?

"I apologize if I interrupted you. I saw fire in the meadow, but it had no smoke, nor did it spread. Curiosity drove me to investigate."

That was a mouthful, and Cry hated every word he said, for they all were a waste of his breath. Perhaps he stayed solitary for the lack of interaction with others. Woods were meaningless.
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Saraphine noted his stature as the male rose from his hiding spot. She tilted her head in slight confusion as he avoided her gaze. It caused her wariness to grow into a bit of concern. Could it be a trap of sorts?... No, there would be little reason. Is he hurt? For a moment, Speaker's thoughts had stilled her body. Then, however, she took a slow, tentative step forward. Had something happened nearby? His movements seemed almost uneasy...

"Are... Are you alright, Sir?... Is.. something wrong?" Speaker's voice had become unsettled, as if worry had overtaken her. "Do not apologize for inturrupting me... There was nothing to interrupt..." She seemed to make a small huff, like a soft chuckle, at his words. "I had no inclination of startling you... If I could change the pattern of my fur, I would. The pelt may be pretty, but it's quite impractical."

She studied the male in front of her. He seemed like the quiet type, one that didn't talk often. What caused him to wander so close to a stranger like her? It was certainly intriguing... She inhaled, picking up scents off his pelt. A pack wolf. Another one? How many packs existed near here? And how was this land not being ravaged by war on a constant level? Once again, questions of this new world invaded her mind, but she kept her inquiries hidden. No doubt it would only annoy this one.
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This lupine of flames told him to not apologize for the interruption. In truth, it was a lie. He wasn't even aware she had existed. 
Cry still had an impending feeling that looking at her would set him on fire. 

The fae gave the implication as to how her coat had been any manner of stressful to him, and he wanted to laugh. 
She had no idea.

"Don't...change your coat. It is a sign of how unique you are. "

The shadow prince stayed rooted, allowing her closer proximity to him, her examination of his information was granted. 
Glacial irises flickered underneath to the ebony lids, finding her eyes were a molten golden. 

Before he even knew what happened, he tensed. 
What was wrong with him? 
What was so dangerous about this girl, that every instinct he ever had, was shouting at him to flee?

"Who are you, if i may ask?"


His voice barely murmured the question, before it close up.
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Speaker eyed him once again, his regal form seemingly awkward around her presence. Was she doing something wrong? Was he perhaps some high-ranking wolf that was used to submission rolls and the like? It was so strange to her. She couldn't place her paw on it, either. Certainly she had not startled him that much?

As cunning as she was, she was quite oblivious, indeed. If anything she merely cast a confused glance at his comment upon her pelt. A sign of how unique I am? What does that mean?... She decided to take it as a compliment, if anything, and merely shook her head in humility. "Thank you for your compliments, it is appreciated, although for a red coat to be 'unique'... Yes, it does have a slight... quirk to it, but certainly it did not startle you that much? I apologize..."

She smiled at his question, happy that he was the first wolf she had met in Teekon Wilds to ask her of her name. "You may call me - " she paused for a brief second, remembering that her name was no longer Flaming Songbird, " - Speaker, Sir. May I ask you of yours?"
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" I am Cry."

After a beat, he summoned the strength to say

"It is an honor to meet you, Speaker."

It had clicked. The words of his Alpha has made the situation much clearer, and unintentionally, he smiled.
He had found his fear.

"Have you no home to go to,  Speaker?"

The question was posed as one of sincere concern
If anything, he wanted to show Raziel this living embodiment of his bane.
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"Cry." the fiery wolf tested the name on her tongue, nodding in satisfaction, "It is a respectable name, one of power, one of rally... But also hides a sense of sorrow. A good name." Speaker nodded. She was not psychic in any way. She believed names had power. The name Cry, the word cry. The word that could be used to mean that response to the emotion of sadness and despair, but Sara also remembered its other definition, the cry as if to scream out, to rebel and rise against. A powerful cry, indeed.

Speaker was silent for a moment at his next words. She gazed at him carefully as a genuine smile crept up onto the male's face. A good smile. Not like Lothario's. The idea of that wretched wolf caused a shiver to coarse through her spine. She shoved the memories away. And with a voice of pure sincerity, he asked his next question.

Have you no home to go to,  Speaker?

She seemed surprised by his openness to the idea. Was this an invitation? To where? She answered honestly in turn. "No, Cry, I am new here, and have no pack to turn to."
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A compliment, and a emotional testament, Speaker gave. 
His silence would not let her know which one of the adjectives she had struck true to his person.
Which one told the truth of who he was. The shadow simply gazed briefly at her volcanic eyes, then ducked the aching orbs to duller colors, and attempting to preserve his sight. 

She was not of a pack? How could any let this femalia brace the Wilds, alone? 

"Have you at least had a feast of the bountiful prey around you, Speaker?"

Cry hoped the dame had at least had something on her stomach Or did she only consume flames, for substance?
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Saraphine tilted her head at his choice of wording. It was certainly regal, to say the least. It made her feel like she was some form of higher being, as if she was more than just a lone wolf. It was a strange feeling. Even back in the days of her Tribe and high rank, she did not get the same feeling that this wolf emitted. It felt... nice, to say the least.

She nodded to his question, not offended by it in the least. There were always a number of lone wolves who always went hungry or starved due to lack of ability to hunt, but Speaker had been some of the rare few to formidably sustain herself... For the most part. Though she cared for herself better than others, she was still no match compared to her tribal, pack-protected self. This body was nothing more than a facade compared to the rippling strength she had within a family. "I am quick and agile enough to hunt the smaller creatures of the realm, so I hunt well enough to keep myself alive and healthy... Though any sensible wolf should know that there is strength in numbers."
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A nod that held not only acceptance to the circumstance, but agreement. This phoenix was not only valid, but sensible. 
He appreciated wolves who had sense.

"Would you like to have a hunt with me, then, Speaker?"

He offered her no look. His eyes were already strained. But his chest tightened. 
From...excitement? Or anxiety?
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Saraphine pondered his question, if only for a moment, before slowly nodding. "I would be honored to hunt with you, Cry."

She gazed at him curiously as he did not. It was certainly odd for a stranger to request to go hunting with her, but even though this man seemed quite charming in a sense, there was also a feeling of foreboding. She disguised it, but she would keep her guard up around him while hunting. It was okay to be friendly, but to act scared or nervous...? It made her feel like she was walking into a trap.

However, she put Cry into her better judgement and agreed all the same...
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At the words, his chest released the pressure he had been holding in. Interesting. Seems it was anxiety. 
He had been secretly hoping she said yes. 
And she did.

At this knowledge, Cry faced her, and said softly, 
"Thank you."

He felt his lips lift lightly, and soon found himself to be smiling. 
Cry was smiling. 
As quickly as it was born, it was buried, his face an expressionless mask yet again.

"A doe was wounded by a fallen tree, up ahead north west, 18 meters from here. She made the mistake of trying to cross a bog, and got her leg suck in a boulders crevice." 

Cry had kept her alive to preserve her freshness.
Apparently her time had run out.
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Saraphine seemed to contemplate this. She would not call that a 'hunt' however she could not resist a free meal, nor leave the creature stranded. Both mercy and instinct tugged at her to aid in the killing of the doe. She followed behind Cry.

She eyed the dark wolf in front of her, the feeling of danger increasing slightly. She gave a stern look with a quick, unnoticeable glance. His smile had grown, then vanished into a stone-faced mask. It irked her slightly. Still, he was offering a hunt, something more than what she had in ages.

"Let us do the execution quickly." was all she muttered.
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As they walked, he usually enjoyed the silence. Why was he sad? The lack of sound. The repression of noise. 
Nonexistence of speech. 
Speech. 
Speaker.

"I apologize for any rude upcommings I unknowingly may present on you, Speaker..I don't usually talk. My social skills are not as keen as my observatory skills."

He almost added his murdering skills, but observatory fit better. 
Why was he censoring himself? Who the Hell was this girl to him?
Calm.

"We would be hunting, but the herd of deer that left the doe are long gone, and i didn't want you to waste more energy than necessary, to achieve a full stomach, for once. "
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Speaker held her attention at the words of Cry. Again, he was apologizing, and for what? There was little reason to apologize here, other than forewarning her of his words. Again, she shook her head. "Thank you for telling me in advance, Cry, but there is till no need to apologize. There are wolves who speak through words, and there are wolves who speak through actions. There are differences, but that's not something to be ashamed or apologetic about."

She nodded as Cry explain the situation. "Food is still food. A heavy stomach sounds like a good idea at the moment... I haven't had one in ages."