The Measure of Importance[Open]

[Namoral]

Namoral walked the earth rarely these days. So much was still re-birthing there was little he could destroy without incurring the wrath of any sibling. But that was not what held him in check. Rainy season would be coming with the spring and one could hardly start fire with snow surrounding. Aquaria was likely laughing at him, so useless that he was in wet dry weather. Not even lightning would aid him here.

His dear sister didn't know how favored she was. The pack lands that she guarded and watched over just as he watch over the badlands, had named their river after her. No other sibling had such standing. Not even their dear mother- But that was besides the point. All of this was.

Flaming eyes burned hotter, heat radiating from his mouth and pads, leaving steaming paw prints in the snow. The water vapor curled relaxingly about his body, hot sauna massaging away the annoyance he felt toward his sister. But there were more important matters at his paws that mere titled places and monuments. Darksied would have to wait for his tough later, perhaps with the nearing storms... Of course, these storms would not harm the wolves, merely change up the scenery a bit. In the end, clearing the river of debris would only bring the pack closer, would it not? Such marvelous thoughts, yet he was mindful not to turn them into excuses. That day, he wouldn't dare set fire to anything, for an excuse.

The auburn Guardian paced the base of the Volcano slowly. There was no snow up the mountain, but down here, he was just at the border of warm earth and cold earth. He set a paw on the empty dirt, soaking in the heat of underground fire and lave below, tasting it so many miles deep, a cavern of his essence. But this was not what he deemed important either.

[Luna]

Luna gazed down upon the earth, her wings allowing her to glide lazily in the sky as she tried to think of something to do. So few wolves actually made their home upon the land below. At least, they didnt for the time being. Luna knew that soon, the land would be full of wolves, and then she would have something to watch over, and protect from that brother of hers, Osyrus. She stilld couldnt understand why that Guardian would want to destroy something of such beauty, to fill his own kingdom.

Looking down at the volcano, Luna smiled as she reconized Namoral, is all his power and beauty. It had been ages since the two of them just talked, but Luna did realize how he felt. Their sister, Aquaria, was the guardian of a packland, and had a river named after her. The thought of that made her laugh, as she knew that Namoral and Aquaria were rivals. But, they were fire and water, complete opposites to put it nicely.

Luna flared her wings, and swooped down, landing just in front of her Brother, moonlight surrounding her. She smiled, her eyes gazing upon Namoral, as she remembered the creation. " Hello, Dear Brother." She said, her voice coming out as a wisp, floating upon the air.

[Sendri]

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[atrb=background,http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c322/Rune_Kitsune/sendrimid.png] He was life, and it was him. He was forever thrumming with the buzzing, fuzzy feeling that accompanied things that live. In each step on the ground, he felt the life in each flower and blade of grass, greet him like a brother. It was hard not to smile when his wheat colored paws touched ground. Sure, land was Orno's territory, as he was the Sun, and belonged in the sky. Still he enjoyed his small touch-downs on the surface, seeing how each flower smiled at him for feeding their hungers. Everything seemed to brighten when he neared them, the flowers perking up their sad heads. The snow beneath his paws thawed quickly and the hidden plants awakened early from their slumber. The moments were bitter-sweet, as once he moved out of their reach, they were strangled once more by the bitter cold of Winter. Pushing off once more into the sky, he flapped his large, ebony wings to gain height. There were fewer drafts in the wintertime, as it was often oddly still, but due to his nature, and element, he was destined to stay floating above the earth. He naturally loved the feeling of the wind beneath his wings, but he also couldn't wait until Summer when he was the strongest, and could actually walk the land without killing things. His eyes burned with emotion, and sighing, he glanced around. A natural pull tugged at his consciousness, and he found his eyes automatically looking toward a white figure landing on the ground next to an auburn wolf. Curious, he decided to land as well, though he landed a little more ambitiously. His paws clawed at the volcanic rocks they stood on, and he smiled with all the brightness of the Sun. "Hello siblings! Namoral, pleasure as always, and dear sister, I knew I felt your presence!" he said with a cheery smile. Warmth radiated off him, and his wheat-reddish fur fluttered gently. "And how have you both been this Winter?"

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[Namoral]

The Guardian cast a glance above him as his sister, the lovely, graceful Lady of the Moon settled her presence before him. The reddish brute smiled roguishly at her, fiery gaze raking over her wings with little to no envy. He was not meant to fly, but to walk the earth, to touch the ground with his heated paws and cleanse with fire. Flames consumed the land, not the sky and he had no business nor care to be without his paws touching. Though, should he take it into mind, he would be quite capable of flying, with or without wings.

Instead of flimsy feathers along his back, he carried something of greater weight on his crown. A rack of dark bull antlers crested his head, just before his ears and settled symmetrically between. The antlers were his distinguishing feature, a prize with which he carried his head proudly. He bobbed his head and antlers in acknowledgment to Luna parting black lips to respond in kind. "What a pleasure it is to glimpse the Lady of the Moon tonight in her regal flair." Or rather, what consisted of his annoying his sister in kind. It was a loving, warmhearted yet flirtatious line, but still it fit. Namoral was very auspicious when it came to females and he considered Luna to be the most striking and breathtaking of his sisters. "Luna, my love," and he smiled with these words, "Beautiful as always." The emphasis on the beginning of each word served to dramatize his rambling flattery. He was the god of love, after all.

And while Luna was to be expected this night, Sendri was not. Not at night, anyway. But he was always cloaked by that shimmering field of sunlight, as if even in the darkness he was able to expel it. The Guardian of Fire thought the two to be most opposite of siblings despite being twins. At least opposite in station. Only himself and Aquaria were more so, he supposed.

He fidgeted, uncomfortable with the snow and winter. He hated cold, hated being useless because of it. He itched to do something, anything. but there was nothing to renew now; winter was doing his job for him. "Just...wonderful, Brother dear." But it was apparent from both sarcasm and body language that it had not been perhaps quite so wonderful. Namoral ached to do something, itched to be released from his dark and damp season. Soon, he knew. Soon he get a chance to burn something, for despite it being a pleasure to renew, it was simply a pleasure to burn. Destruction brought life.

[Murder]

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[atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/161x368.png] No distinguishable aura flowed from his pores; No notable reaction upon the earth with each eased step. Murder was mortal compared to the beings he was carefully tracking with somber curiosity. Nothing visible set him apart from the other wolves that had been birthed, and still strive upon the earth beneath the watchful eyes of these Godly creatures. Nothing but the sour scent of death that swathed his glittering pelt and lingered just upon the tongues of those tainted with his presence. His pads touched earth and sent tingling shivers just beneath the soil; a thrumming vibration that chilled those above ground and pulled the strings of the corpses withering below. His power was abundant, but not magnificent compared to those that could control flame or walk in the rays of their appointed planet. However, it set him apart from those that were completely "human" in their standings. He, brought in to this life with his destiny set, a tarnished turmoil of merciless and inexcusable killing, was the voice of Osyrus upon these wretched lands, and if anything, it gave him the right to dirty the soil without fear. Fear of life. Fear of death. Of the path that he walked, or suddenly ceasing to exist. These thoughts never touched his contemptible mind. Maybe he was stubborn, or stupid. Maybe he was just too sure of himself. Despite any of these, whether they were even the reasoning for the barrier between the process of apprehension, it kept him alive. That was his reality; survival. Whatever it took. Whoever he had to destroy. This is what made him a complete and total asshole. Not to mention selfish. He didn't give a shit about anyone else stepping in and out of his life, and didn't much care whether they obtained a permanent spot in his existence or not. Perhaps this made him stronger? Cutting all ties with any real emotion. It had been a grueling experience to get where he was now. But it had resulted in him becoming a ruthless reaper and an excellent consort for his God. In the end, it was worth it, and Murder had never even contemplated regret. This was probably the reason that he could hold such a bastardy grin as he approached the three unmistakable Guardian's. Perhaps it was more of a sneer than a smile; his lips pulled back over his teeth, his eyes twinkling darkly in his own unspoken humor. His paws left colossal imprints in the snow as he crept through the shadows, the crimson threading through his pelt catching every glimpse of moonlight that he occasionally waded through. With his size, and the length of each powerful stride, it wasn't long before the edge of the forest filled his vision and the dancing light of the winged wolves blurred around the few remaining branches. Namoral's heat swept through the air like invisible flame, though obviously dull and empty due to the current season. "Isn't this cute." He chirped, his tone husky and bitter as his muzzle prodded from beneath the brush, his tongue, coated in all kinda of oozing substances, licked up one side of his muzzle, and then the other, dropping goblets of dark slime to the soil below, "I hope I'm not interrupting your family reunion." His form slithered from the trees, his paws silent and agile as he languidly formed an incomplete ring of footprints around the group before touching his paws to the base of the volcano, his ears swinging back with a cheeky, reproving laugh, "Actually, I don't really care." His swagger was heavy, a way to obviously throw his weight around with very little effort. It brought him to an elevated piece of stone, so he could keep Sendri in sight while watching over the other two as well. His eyes lifted skyward before they flickered to the Guardian of the sun, "You're still an eyesore, Sunny." His lips slithered farther up over his scathed gums, this time, his focus being brought down upon Sendri's siblings, specifically Namoral, "Romanticizing with your sister? I kind of like it. Seems like something I'm in to. We might get along after all." More slobber frothed from between his teeth, dribbling down his chin, where it finally fell and splattered against the rock he was so casually situated on. Osyrus wasn't in sight. He had been strangely absent lately. This fact didn't bother Murder though. He was not frightened of these three.

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[Luna]

Luna had felt her twin brother getting closer and closer, and as he landed, her Aura flared brighter. She smiled at him, and nodded in welcome, before turning back and answering Namoral. Thanl you Namoral, my Brother. You always did know how to flatter a female. She teased, he seemingly blind eyes, moving to her twin. Some said her eyes were her weakness, said she couldnt see like the rest of them could, but they were wrong. Luna could see more than most of her siblings, and all of the guardians could see more than the mortals.

Smiling at her brother, she took a step closer and flared her wings. Stretching, she looked around before answering. I am fine, as always Dear brother. She said, as she glanced to her side. She grimaced as a mortal wolf approached them, but this one she knew. Her brother, Osyrus' consort. With a Sigh, she turned to face the wolf, as he stopped, only a few feet away and began to taunt her brothers.

Careful, you dont want to be burned Murder. She said, as she sat down, her wings falling gracefully around her. It was ahrd for anyone to hide from the moon or the sun, they did watch over the world from above. She stared at the Consort as she thought about him. Osyrus wasn't evil, but he did want the spirits of dead wolves to fill his own kingdom.

[Sendri]

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[atrb=background,http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c322/Rune_Kitsune/sendrimid.png] Sen understood very well the blight that Namoral was facing right now. During Winter he was not allowed to shine as brightly as he would during the Summer. Around this time he was a little weaker then he would be normally, as he had to basically stifle his light so that Snow could last on the ground. It was Aquaria's own personal way of cleaning out the world. Still, he felt for his brother, and shot him a knowing look. "Yes, I can understand. Winter seems endless, yes?" The wind rippled through his wheat-colored pelt and he smiled. Perhaps his other dear sister was afoot. Still, he had to pay attention to the ones in his direct line of site. He pulled his large, raven-hued wings down onto his back. A few feathers laid at odd angles however, which made him have to shift them around a little before he was able to let them lie flat. Smiling brightly he listened to Luna greet him, only for his light to dim a little as his auds caught the sound of someone approaching. His ears shot up, and he glanced around. Eventually his eyes caught on the slobbering figure of his brother Osyrus' consort, Murder. Sendri had never been one to really question his siblings choices of Consorts, but he did wonder what his brother saw in this large brute; he was clearly uncultured. Shorting a little at the male's unruly greeting, he set down on his haunches, and frowned a little. "Pleasure as always Murder... Did Osyrus send you for some reason?" he questioned, his voice warm despite his discomfort. Sendri loved all of his mother's creations, but this one... was a little harder to love most days. He held his tongue though, for he was a piece of their dear brother. Eventually though, his insulting banter became a little more then enough. Sunlight flooded into Sendri's eyes turning the gentle blue a blinding gold. "You dare speak to Guardians in such a manner?"

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[Namoral]

The Guardian of Fire and Lightning and Love quite literally glowed at Luna's reply to his words. Of course, he had wanted and expected them, but it was not his nature to conform to one idea, rather, he allowed himself to pleasantly surprised by her soft words. "Only when I feel like it," he replied, inclining his head to her. Presently, he completely a circle on the spot his stood, melting the snow in a three foot radius all about him. The fiery male lowered himself to the suddenly warmed ground with a contented sigh. True, his abilities were hindered, but still, snow was snow, less in substance than it appeared. And he didn't feel too badly about melting some.

It was times like these that he enjoying melting strange, random patterns into the cleanest flats of snow, then watching some poor, ignorant mortal stumble upon them and stare at the labyrinth in a dazed stupor, their thoughts dancing from demons, to aliens, to Mother knows what. So amusing. He glanced up at Sendri, still hovering about. "Seems, or is?" he grumbled, not wanting an answer. Yet he knew he had more time the warm the earth comparatively. But he liked being a thorn and bothersome about it all. Fire was simply egotistical in the belief that it could do anything. Which of course, was not true. All the time.

The Guardian rolled himself onto his back a moment, scratching vainly at nothing' he was a Guardian, he did not itch. But it was a soothing actions. However, he was careful to keep his head lifted so as not to bang his antlers into the dirt. How amusing that would be. Namoral sensed the mortal before it showed itself. He grimaced. Had it been female, his action would have been different. But as it was, he recognized the Consort of Osyrus well enough, even if the mortal had yet to meet him. The heated male returned to a seated position, cracking his neck muscles and smirking at Sendri's physical attempts to straighten his feathers. Namoral glance at his own mussed coat, and with a mere thought, the seemingly alive fur returned it's waving motions to a higher sense of order, once more resembling the flames he commanded.

"Murder, is it?," he asked, not that it begged answer, rather it begged to be left alone. For of course they all knew his name. "Please tell me you don't consider this a reunion," his tones feigned disappointment. "I see these Guardians nearly everyday, that's overkill, if one were to ask me." And of course, Murder was asking him, simply by holding a conversation within their midst. But Namoral knew it would not be taken kindly by Oryrus if he mocked his Consort.

He could only laugh at Murder's pet name for Sendri. "Sunny" was a delightfully accurate name. But he could never stoop to calling his brother such himself. "Oh, I won't burn him... just, add a few markings to his collection..." But he here was thinking Luna loved these dearest mortals...then again, she was only warning him against Sendri. Ironically, Namoral sometimes considered Luna's twin to be more hot-headed than himself. "Besides, he agrees with my views on love. That, or he simply likes my tastes...which, if so..." he trailed off, widening the dry ground around him to encircle Murder, the snow sizzling and boiling off into steam in an instant. But no threat ever graced his lips. Simply a smile. He saw no reason to penalize the mortal. Yet.

[Creep]

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[atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/161x368.png] Murder sat like he was a noble king looking down on his royal subjects. He was well aware that this was far beyond realistic, and even then some, but it was how he displayed himself to anything, magical beings or not. Never show weakness, never show fear, and always act like you were the boss. Most lesser animals would fall in to place based around the presentation you gave them, without threats or forewarning, but Murder usually gave it anyway. In the form of teeth, claws and a very carefully chosen words of dominance. "You're such a happy bunch." He mused, letting himself fall backwards against the rocks, his spine supported against the barrier behind him. He sat there, his stomach exposed, legs open, casual as ever, waving one of his front paws around as he turned to glance at Sendri, "Oh, come now, Luna. Your brother wouldn't hurt me." Murder was cultured, unfortunately. He just preferred to be an asshole over anything else he had learned throughout life. It was fun that way, never got boring, and it gave him something to do with his time. Besides, it wasn't like he wanted to get along with anyone on this miserable planet. He had to be civil with his pack as it was, and that nearly killed him. Clearly it left him in a bad mood and as an end result, and he had to wander about and cause trouble and make sarcastic remarks at the very creatures he should be showing his submittance to. At least. With another nonchalant wave of his massive paw, his ears swung forward and a lazy grin covered his mug. "You know what, Sunny? That, right there, is why it's so fun to piss you off. That way you talk, with your big mighty threatening tone.. Oh, it just makes me tremble all over!" The way he said it implied that, he was not mocking fear, but arousal. But then again, who said he was mocking at all? Murder was a creature of very.. strange taste, if you could even call it that. It was usually whatever he could grab and, y'know, do his thing with, whether they were willing or not. But when things seemed out of his reach, it was just a little bit more worth while. And a Guardian.. His tongue traced his lips again, this time the slime entangling itself with the fur on his chest as it watered down the front of his face. He knew that it would never happen. Even the last resort, rape, was not possible with these creatures, and so, he'd never get a taste. It was a pity, really, but still something to dwell upon. And the smug expression sliding across his features made it apparent that, that's exactly what he was doing. Fantasizing. "Okay, you there, bitch.." He turned to Luna. And frankly, the term used could be considered a compliment compared to the other names he had adapted to his vocabulary, "Say you and Mr.Volcano there were getting it on and-.." One of his back paws twitched as he dropped his sentence, letting his eyes slither across the group of, assumptive, unhappy ethereal wolves. Something had just occurred to him. "Can you even do that?" He had no idea how a mythical being's reproductive organs worked, or what kind of urges and lust they felt. If they even felt it. But he really doubted that and, shit, was a little jealous. How did they even reproduce if they wanted to? Maybe they sprinkled pixie dust over each other, and viola, puppies! ..Yeah, right. Seemingly forgetting his previous discussion, or letting it slide before he dug himself any deeper, he groaned and wiggled down on his rock until he was comfortable, "Anyway.. Ossy hasn't contacted me lately, and it's not like I particularly miss the guy, sodon't go thinking that. I'm just bored and I want to kill shit."

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