Bajo la Lavander -[ Lu/ open]

[Dancer D' Angelo]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/21d0jls.png] Lead us not into temptation... The scent of lavender invaded the ivory princes nares as soon as he set foot upon the lands, caused him to linger in utter curiosity. Silver hues swept a quick judgment over the storm ridden land scape, the harsh breeze of winter. It was twilight, and he had traveled far and long to reach this place frozen in time. Bones ached to rest, worn jagged and rough by the cruel fates of life. He took a careful step forward, the booming challenges of thunder pressed him onward. The dust and rust of the meadow spoofed up like mini Hiroshimaic displays as he made his way towards the center of this lovely little universe. These lands were new too him, yet he was undaunted even as the first assault of rain greeted his scare crow like frame. He cast a glare skywards, but pressed onward. There was something sickly sweet about this place, the stench of the violet flowers was almost intoxicating. One could easily forget about the rest of the world here, how it would be all to tempting to just drift away. But underneath those delicate petals was something dark and corrosive, it could be easily missed if you didn't bother to try and pick it out. He raised his ivory flag slowly in alarm, as he lingered in the middle of it all. He shoved his head down among the thick of them and inhaled sharply, huffed once as he realized he was betrayed. He yanked his head back and fluffed his fur out to full glory, no he could not be tainted. He turned his silver gaze back towards the crypt, the golden chalice of his long and weary quest. Shaking off the last reminates of those dreadful flowers, he trotted forth towards shelter and refugee. He had reached the stairs by now, the rough bitter stone greeted his fore paws as he hauled his ivory frame up the sudden incline. The storm begged him to stay, not leave it all alone to stew in its own filth. He shrugged it off like a cold hearted lover, the pull of the crypt was much stronger. His breath rose in a frosted tango, heart crumbled into his ribs. He had after all, made a promise. A promise to return, after he was done soul searching. Very few could cause him to pledge such an unwavering loyalty. But a certain ebony and pink queen had stolen his heart from the get go, but not in the usual way. She was the closet thing to a sister he ever had, and he had lived through three of them. He swallowed once, wondering if that same feeling of admiration would be returned tonight. The door creaked open painfully slow, and he peered around the corner. It was hallow and dusty inside here, and he eased fully inside. The door closed and shut off the world behind him, and he offered no second glance. He was here at last, and that's all that mattered. He noticed the strange ring of burnt lavender almost at once, this place was filled to the brim with an Erie magic. Outside the storm wailed for him to return, beat its windy fist upon the stone walls. He shuddered in reproach, nostrils strained for any scent of her. Paws clashed silently upon the cold floor, as he bent down to inspect the strange circle before him. He glanced once at the bones, yet failed to be startled. He had seen far too many similar displays to be spooked. However he kept a careful silver eye open, it was best to expect the unexpected. He turned and cast a glance into the murky depths, her form had yet to reveal itself. His frame was tired and worn, yet he would not rest. Not until he knew that she was still alive and thriving. He cleared his throat of any strange substance, and let his vocals seep into the Darkness. "Lucaria my dear, I have returned as Promised" He trailed off after this, heart beating like a mighty war drum. He had found many things on his search, yet not anything as close to home as this. He was broken and faded as any old dog could be, but not about to settle among the dust and rust.

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[Lucaria]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/11ral4i.png] Hush Disturbed, you ponder these tainted dreams. No questions unanswered, your future sings. There is a limit to love. Now fear its sting.

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"No matter what you tell yourself, ladies and gentlemen,
there is no end to the rainbow,
no greater good or purpose that you or I serve on this surface.
There is one thing that we can all look forward to doing, certainly, and that's dying."

Subtly, the bitter winds brushed against the wooden blockade; the hollow tube to the underworld allowed for its protestant rattling to echo faintly into the depths. Though, this same rambling noise was muffled by a consistent series of frightened breaths that floated in little white, transparent puffs further into the black.
You were here ... I saw you ...

The whispers faded once more into a prolonged silence of her own; the wind beyond the tunnel's entrance had hushed her in a moment of rage, a rage of the gods.
It was a death of an innocent, and she knew it well. Despite what she saw, what her conscience and mind was betraying her for, guilt washed every nerve and thread of emotion that twisted through her body. Even her own anger and disdain was tainted with it, and remorse brought wishes of forgiveness to the surface. Her legs quivered in a threat to buckle beneath her, but her own state of shock had her immobilized; optics glued to the face of the disaster that she had brought.

Blood coated the surface of her clenched fates and streamed down her muzzle, dripping from her chin and splattering over the cold cavern floor with a thick shade of crimson that held a beauty similar to that of melted rose. An unforgettable stench; the wretched horror of the sin within the blood spilled from untainted innocence and purity. It was the smell of unjust murder; a trial held only between demons and beings that hold no more guilt than a child. Her instability had betrayed all that she had created. Her own little world of peace and perfection, her ideals and morals intertwined with the reality that she had sought out here, was now stained with what would become a lie.
No one knows about you ... no one will know that you were ever here.

Her jaws quickly latched around the neck of the limp figure that lay at her feet. Dead, helpless flesh clung to her teeth, some of it peeling away from veins and muscle as she began to slowly pull the body back away from the beams of light that broke through various small holes in the ceiling of the cave. With a faded warmth, blood pooled around her lips, seeping through her teeth and over her tongue with a foul, bitter flavor. She cringed, and with a final jerk back, she yanked the corpse into the shadows along the wall. Unhooking her fangs from the pelt of her victim, she averted her gaze from the subject of her crime and let them fall to the large trail of blood that she had left over the floor. A wave of panic struck her heart, and her legs automatically carried her to the center of the room where her prey had first fallen and leaked her life essence.
What must I do to repent? Oh gods, show me that everything will be okay, show me that I am forgiven.
A look of utter horror had painted her expression; unable to clean the stain, there was no way she could hide her mistake, to conceal her betrayal to everything that she believed in.
It was insanity. Her own grudge, her hatred, and obscured her vision of reality. What was actually an innocent stranger, a young female just looking to escape the winter storm, she had seen as a demon of sorts, a specter of her memories and an enemy to her entirety. The similarities between this young woman and her past rival had driven her insane; an attack was inevitable. Her eyes darted over the stained floor without a clue in the world as how to fix the situation and her mistake.

The door above creaked open, and like a cowering, lowly dog, she darted into the shadows to hide with the corpse. Her eyes trailed after the figure as it entered the room, the stench of death, though, could not cover the familiar scent of her dear friend. Her drooped ears perked suddenly in remembrance and hope, but she remained silent, her eyes beaming with a death-like gaze at his own white pelt; another symbol from her past, a reminder of what she hated.
Aeryce ..
She shook away the thought immediately, and once again, guilt overwhelmed her.

"Lucaria my dear, I have returned as Promised"

A quick sob escaped her throat as his voice filled the room. It was him, truly him, he had returned. With this revelation, she slowly edged her way from the darkness, holding herself low to the ground like a frightened, distrusting, disgruntled creature of unfathomable ugliness from years of being worn down by guilt. Her eyes waved over his form and then finally returned to his face, but quickly, they glanced back to the body behind her.

You mustn't tell them, Dancer. They can never know.

A quiver in her voice showed her fear and self-disappointment. Her eyes fell to the floor, to the blood.
She was here. She needed to be put to death.

If beauty sits the child's kiss, Of laughter I amend, Can you catch her if she runs?

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[Dancer D' Angelo]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/21d0jls.png] And Deliver us from Evil... And just what did he expect to be greeted by? Legs were sent a quivering as he heard her voice, silver shaded hues a beacon in the dark. He inhaled the bitter air, shivering as it invaded his lungs and seeped into his soul. Something was off tonight, tainted by darker forms of Sin. He took a careful step forward, bone dust and lavender displaced by every step. The storm outside wailed its sarrow at his betrayal, but not a second glance was given. All these violent delights, they ended in nothing but bitter sweet memories. He could already see the faint outline of her pink shaded pelt, a soft smile crossed his ebony lippens. He crossed the thresh hold and was baptized from the shadows hold, a certain eagerness in his step. It hit him like a brick wall, wings crumpled back as he let out a short wheezing snort. A look of abrupt shock crossed his face, that smell... oh god that smell. He looked at the thin trail of crimson that laced the floor in silent hate. He stood up tall as silver hues went wide, the blood of the innocent invaded every fiber of his being and it was not a pleasant experience. He glanced over at his dearest friend, many would have shrunken back from the magenta hued monster she looked to be now. However the white trash prince was far to used to such affairs to be so easily spooked. And seeing As Lu did not have her head on right at the moment, it was up to him to keep his. He let loose one soft sigh, and twisted on his Axis as he trotted up with out a second of doubt. He did have to stifle his stomach, it heaved awkwardly at the site of all that fucking blood. The one thing that truly separated Dancer from most of his kind was his inability to enjoy the sticky crimson nectar. "Shh I am here and everything will be ok" He pointed out as he lingered near her, oh my was she a mess. Well, the blood she was covered in wouldn't help matters. A soft pink tongue emerged as he began to wash away her sin, doing his best not to grimace. It was like tasting sickly sweet velvet, and it took him a few good minutes to erase all traces of her crime. He backed up after this and looked her over thoughtfully, nudging her once for good effects. He then tossed his gaze over to the far corner, at the poor soul that lay violated there. He spread his ivory wings wide and blocked the carnage from view, she did not need to suffer the site any more. "Wait here" He spook in a hushed tone, gliding away from her and towards the grim cadaver. He was loath to approach it, but some thing had to be done. He kept his wings spread wide, and grasped the course fur in his mouth. His inner workings threatened to seize up, as he drug the wolf away from its premature grave. He tugged it out into the night, paws slipping on the mud as the water cascaded around him. Was he sinning right now, in this act of mercy and love? He supposed so, but the risk were worth it. He released his catch and began to dig, despite the haunting calls of the storm. It was easy enough, but he must have looked quite the sight. He was covered with a fine layer of mud and blood, dripping down his lanky frame by the rain water. Silver hues held a grim determination, no one must ever find out the events that took place here tonight. He glanced up once at the heavens, before leading the body to its final resting place. He watched it go down with a bitter laced Sarrow, Then proceeded to scrape the mud back over its secret tomb. It was over before he realized it, muscles growing numb from the cold. But he had done what he believed to be right, despite the haunting feeling he was left with. He disparaged the rest of the muddy mixture from his pelt with a powerful shake, wings spread wide in all their glory. He was ready now, to fully reunite with her. Claws clicked on the stone steps as he once more entered the Tomb, standing halfway in the shadows and looking at her with a soft sort of concern. Oh if only things could ever be so easy again. OOC: Power Play authorized

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[Sonja]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,316,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Muscles tensed as she trudged through the snow. The icy wind clamping down on her skin with no intentions of ever releasing her. Lanai was back in the loner lands, in the safest place the female could find for her. Right now, Sonja had to get a look at what had become of these lands since she had gone. Sonja used to stand a high and powerful alpha here. But now she returned as nothing. A loner, a single mother, damaged and broken. Nothing to look forward to but seeing her old friends here. And that was even a maybe, that was if they were still around. Sighing she spotted the cave up ahead, she needed to get out of this weather. Knowing Lanai was sage, she walked into the freezing den. Her claw clicked against the floor of it. Catching the scent of two she knew very well, she perked her ears. Muscles tensed as she peered through the darkness. She saw the crumpled form of her friend. The pink coat gave it away clearly. "Lucaria.....it's me Sonja." she spoke softly. Moving towards her dear friend slowly. How she missed everyone here. Looking at the white male who she had known so well, she gave him a soft smile. Vengeance had left her a while back. Which she was sure Dancer was not happy about. That was her main reason for leaving, she was lost without him. And had become even more broken as she had lost all their children to a fire. All except one. "Dancer..." she said softly. Ears fell back. Her black wings clung to her side, burnt and broken. As she was. -This table is thanks to CASPER-

[devyn]

Will get table soon

When skeletons live inside your closets, thick and thin, you'll fear that no one will hear us sing our songs. I'm sorry this life has cut out everything, and leaves you to scrounge for nothing.

Look at her ... just sitting there ... staring at me ... staring at her.
Wide grin of amusement played over his face in the triumph of his discovery. A lingering scent that sent depictions of vivid pink hues and smiles plastered over a blue-eyed canvas had left his mind running wild with various memories that, in this life, he had never had. There he was, in this snow-bitten land, his brightly lit pink optics staring back into the pained ovals of the freshly released soul before him. He was Quietus. He could see the dead and hear their cries, and he loved it.

A wavering, transparent figure of plasmid gas gave away the very fact that this being, the soul, was indeed recently passed on; her stern defensive stance over top of the fresh blanket of snow above recently overturned earth suggested that her former body was hidden there, buried and forgotten. His grin only widened at this thought, and he let his head tilt curiously at the white angel's sorrowful frown.
How beautiful! Yes ... how.. ravishing.

It wasn't the pink Queen's scent, though, that lingered over this grave, but another's that he couldn't quite recognize at that moment. His thoughts hovered over it for a moment, but eventually his gaze shifted to the small wooden frame that blocked his view into the earth's gut below, where, based on the fresh smells that boiled to the surface, was recently entered by a party of three. His auds pinned themselves back to avoid the sting of the harsh winter winds; snow whipped crazily around in every direction through the bitter cold air.
He approached the door.

Nudging open the rattling door, he fluidly twisted his thin body through the small crack, and like a royal dancer, he proudly stepped down into the widest expanse of the cavern, his head held high, and a smile of pure bliss pasted over his expression. His eyes danced back and forth between the three faces, two of which he had never seen before, but one, Lucaria, he had remembered seeing many times prior to this life, and once during it just a few days ago.

His first target ...
Sonja.

He approached her cautiously, immediately able to tell she had hidden pains based on her deteriorated pride which showed strongly in her exhausted stance. He watched her gaze travel over the white prince that stood a few feet away from the both of them, but disregarding his presence for that moment, he let his muzzle hover just inches from the female's neck and breathed in deeply her entirety, identifying her every physical detail through a wine delicately structured from her smell. There was great beauty beyond her tired expressions; her seductive feminine scent gave it away, however, he lacked interest in her for any seductive reason for as he pulled his head away from her, the male's scent had invaded his attention.

His second target ...
Dancer.

His head tilted back as a small laugh escaped his muzzle and bounced off of the cavern walls. White bangs falling forward over his eye as he threw his head back down in a seductive glare towards the white prince, he boldly approached the brute, tail curling playfully above his own body as he paused in front of the male, letting his gaze hold for a few moments, and then eventually turning away to acknowledge his most treasured prize.


Lucaria.. Darling!
He nudged her cheek gently with his nose, and continued to circle behind her in his examination.
You sure do have a way of picking them out.. love.
His grin widened to show his twin rows of fates out of amusement.
I don't mean your humble prince charming or that lovely maiden you have invited into our home either ...

He chuckled, and glanced back towards the passage way that led to the surface.

[Lucaria]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/11ral4i.png] I welcome this pain, beating down on me. Is it your eyes that choose not to see? She hadn't really noticed what was going on around her until she felt Dancer's warmth swirl around her and his sweet scent flood her nostrils, leaving her in a state of euphoric hope. She glanced at him, ignoring that he was close enough to groom her of the blood, and let out a soft sigh that could have indicated that her sanity had returned. She nudged back him in a notion of thanks, and watched idly as he disappeared momentarily with the body, seemingly undaunted by the coating of blood over the corpse's white fur. You are kind.. too kind, Danni-babes. Her smile was weak, but she managed it in his direction, and with this act of kindness she seated herself, head jerking immediately to the side as she heard footsteps once more enter their domain. Sonja! Widened eyes followed the female as she cautiously acknowledged her and then proceeded on to Dancer. Sonja's presence was promising; perhaps Lucaria wouldn't be completely alone here, ruling with as little experience as she had despite her maturity. Where have you .. Once again cut from her train of thought, her eyes darted again to the passage way. Another guest? No. Not just a guest, but more of an invader, or unwelcomed friend. Her frown came quickly at the site of his smug pride. Devyn .. His name came out in a snarl as she grew tense over his approach to her dear friend Sonja. She stepped forth protectively as he sniffed at her scruff, and as soon as she realized his game, her defenses were let down with great caution. She watched as he confronted Dancer, her ears pulled back with an obvious irritation at Devyn's sudden assertiveness. He, as Lucryn, was never so bold as to approach anyone directly unless they were sick and dying. This new body had changed him, morphed him into a more headstrong version of what Cryn really was. No matter. He was still her brother, he was still her blood. "Lucaria.. Darling! Devyn ... His name rolled melodically over her tongue once again, except her voice turned dry and harsh from the strain on her over stress. "You sure do have a way of picking them out.. love. I don't mean your humble prince charming or that lovely maiden you have invited into our home either ..." Her body raised high and aggressively to tower over her smaller counterpart. Defensively, she growled in protest to him at his suggested accusation. Her words were barked with a sudden rage and panic. It's none of your concern, brute. A part of her began to worry that this new Lucryn would turn on her, grow too bold and bite at her, but she felt this way about any male, and she had to assert her dominance to show she could handle this phobia. Fear aggression. It was almost impossible to overcome, as rage was a vitalizing thing. Motions quick as a snake's strike, she nipped painfully at the male's ear, enough so to draw blood if he were to have the mind to avoid it, and soon after showing her threat to him, she briskly strode past him to seat herself beside Sonja, protectively so.

[Creep]

[bg=1a1a1a][atrb=width,383,true][atrb=border,0,true] Water beat down on everything that flourished on the lands, creating a dismal atmosphere for those alive and able to view the world in it's miserable state. He didn't get the complete picture from his lone, solitary eye; a window that could easily penetrate the hardened exterior of those he walked alongside, but could not grasp a proper picture of the world in which he lived. The empty socket that took up the opposite side of his skull lay hollow and dark, with gristly pieces that had once been attached to a crystal blue orb, much like the one he relied on in present day. This sphere, with it's dilated pupil and electric shards of various blues, concocted to present the epitome of innocence upon a gruesome body, rolled skyward in somber curiosity as the Heaven's spilled passionate tears to cloak the earth and feed the soil and the vegetation that drilled deep below it's surface. If only he could cry like the clouds that drifted effortlessly through the canvas above, careless and guided only by the wind; pushed in any direction the breeze so wished. The soggy, misshapen creature observing all of this could only wish that his direction and destiny was as set and weightless as that. With a force that told him what to do, and when to do it. Pushed him in the right direction so he never got lost and always knew which way to go. This unfortunate creation, a vessel of meaningless existence and deteriorated hopes, walking upon scathed, sore limbs, leaving his gentle footprints upon the earth as a sign of his very being, was never good at choosing the right situation's to become a part of. It was a curse to get stuck in the wrong. Find himself in the complete opposite of where he should be. Tonight would be no different, he mused. His thoughts oozing all sorts of horrific results that would come consequence to his trespassing. Creep; a name fitting for the bloodied prince that stained the soil with his obscene presence and questionable thoughts, words, intentions... He wasn't usually as daring. Not courageous enough to indirectly challenge a pack by tainting it's lands with his small, agile steps. However. The luscious plants that strive in these unfamiliar territories hold a sickening scent; something he couldn't just ignore. Not even the strong essence of the lilacs could misplace this aroma from the crevices hollowed out at the end of his muzzle. His nostrils twitched with every shallow breath, his heart thrumming against his ribcage, like a hummingbird's wings. He could not control the rhythm, nor block out the pain that shot through his veins with every labored gush of the irreplaceable organ as it pumped blood throughout his body and allowed him the gift of life. "I've found you." He voiced; a whisper on the wind, carried across the violet fields of damp, swaying stalks. It had come to his attention that she was not the only creature lingering upon these grounds tonight. No, there were many others casting their mark within the musky air. It brought a small curl to his lips and a deep rumble that vibrated from his vocal cords. The noise slithered along the moist tunnel beneath the flesh at his slender throat until it finally slipped between the gaps in his teeth. Two very opposite emotions intertwining upon his gnarled features, though they seemed to be an effortless mixture that came along with the animal's insanity. With careful placement of his paws he slithered down the small incline in which he had been situated, a gentle hop to his otherwise gentle strides. The missing limb was a hindrance but it didn't make him any less graceful as he waded through the lilacs. The stems made a quiet hissing noise as his shoulders brushed them aside. The muscles beneath bubbled and tightened below his luxurious fur. Like insects crawling just below the surface. He was strong in physique; his form accentuated with muscles in all of the right places, though they were used for nothing more than carrying his withered form from one place to another. He very rarely reserved himself a spot in between physical conflict, and would more likely crawl back in to the shadows with his tail curled against his stomach. If he had a tail, that is. Born without, and not missing it much. It added character to a body that was already too unforgettable as it was. These days, at least. Letting his tongue slither from it's cavern, like a snake darting from it's hollow, the forked muscle crept along the border of his muzzle. The action ticked his nose, made him sneeze. The sound made his ears lurch forward, his body tense as the entrance way came in to view. Creep wondered if Lucaria would remember him. Would she chase him away like all of the others? Possibly sprinkle his blood upon the grass as a warning to any other unwelcome guests? He could already smell the nectar of life lingering within, and scarcely, where he tread. It smothered his senses and made him dizzy, but with determination and loneliness, he pressed on. His claws clicked softly against the stone stairway as he cautiously pulled himself up the incline; his ears dancing nervously above his brow, swiping at the spikes that protruded dangerously from his skull. With bated breath, the slender creature hobbled up the last few steps, his functioning eye flickering from one direction to the other. He was in careful conclusion as to what he would do if his beloved childhood love was repulsed at the sight of him. His heart ached with the thought, his sharp canine splitting the skin upon his lower lip as he bit in to the tender flesh. His fur was standing on end, like very defined needles of various coloration. Lucaria was not the only animal he was wary of within these confines, but certainly her opinion was the most important to him. If she was disgusted enough to run him off, he had no where else to go. Several years of being frightened and alone. It had taken him this long to get this far. He couldn't do that again if he was forced to search for another recognizable face. If she turned on him, Creep would rather her spill his own blood upon the cracked stone. Pushing his muzzle through the small opening between the door and it's frame, he nudged the idle piece sideways until it birthed him enough room to place his front paws inside the dark room. blind and unadjusted to the sudden shadow, the slender wolf ducked it's head. Creep's ears faltered and fell back against his skull, his chin resting below his shoulders as his vision darted between what he could make out of the other creatures from his stand still. Now that he was here, there was very little he could do but get his hopes up. With a deafening cry, so full of raw emotion and the life he had been subject to since his parting with her, Creep let his friend's name fall from his lips like a sin, his form trembling uncontrollably as his hip knocked the door and forced it to the wall, revealing each distinct flaw for them to gaze upon in the shallow light. "Lucaria.." "So tell me, so tell my why does it have to be this way? Why do things never change?"

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[αεɾïṉ]

Enter Aerin...

It had been hours since the solitary wolf sat in the shadows made by the canopy tree tops that loomed heavenward. His empty eyes watched as the oncoming darkness chased off the daylight towards the west. Just a few hours ago the day had been cool, usually so for winter, and the sweet oncoming night promised to be chill. Scattered clouds masked the sky, casting their silhouettes upon the earth, drifting in the manner of aimless beasts between moon and stars. A hush filled the void left by the fading light like a voice was waiting to speak and yet…only more silence unless you counted the gale that screamed through the unknown lands.

Snow laid untouched from their main life source upon the firma, lifeless and white. Snow was easily broken when you just slightly touched it. It often left a sound to those that where around you when you often where incautious to where you where going. Tracks could be seen imprinted in the snow as they lead into the north. No! The east. It was hard to tell by just a first glance. One set of tracks you could find in this land belonged to a certain creature of grace and intellect. That creature is known as the wolf.

Lime green hued eyes that are uncaring and a heart to match walked through, scanning all that he passed. Attached to those eyes and heart were the series of blood lines and muscle fibers which wrapped around sturdy bones that created one of those graceful creatures, one of those wolves. Physique stood tall and masculine, muscles not exactly bulging from his pelt but do not think they are non existent. A pelt of multi hues caressed his flesh, keeping it mostly warm and safe from harm that others might bring to this night demon if they dared to try and be foolish enough to take on this massive brute.

A vicious attitude clouded his malicious mind, his torture chamber. At this moment of the night thoughts raced through his head. Mostly the thoughts of where he will get his next meal, his next desire to consume the flesh of a living soul. No, he was not thinking of eating just the flesh of a normal prey source. His mind was more demented than that. He wanted to find the delicacy of his kin, the wolf. He was looking for a certain wolf that ment more then life to him. But he soon gave up on that night of his killings

Moist and midnight nostrils began to flare to the stench around him. His frame stood silent, his heart the only thing he could hear. His soulless eyes scavenged the horizon, searching for anything that might perk his interest. So far, nothing not even a small woodland creature. Disappointment. Boredom began to run through his blood, the lack of something to excite his blood had been going on for quite some time now and he thought that it was quite time for a change. His head threw back to the night moon that cast its silvery shadow upon the earth as a tone was heard. Midnight lips where parted as his mighty howl was heard. It started out at first as a low pitch; slightly anxious of what reply he would get he raised the pitch. The howl was short but got his point across.

He stood there for a moment, scanning over the lands trying to find some kind of life form, though nothing came. He flicked his black ears and snorted some. He shook his pelt to rid it of the falling snow. Soon he began to head towards an unknown area. He needed to get out of this freezing condition. He wasn't built for snow, then again he wasn't really built for many things, thought fighting was something he was built for. He continued on his treed. He would stop every so often and pick up scents of wolves that liters the land. He took in a deep breath and then sighed some, he was starting to lose his mind, he was seeing things in the distance. He shook his head and lowered his head closer to the ground.

He had to keep his attention focused on getting to where he needed to be to get out of the freezing cold. He continued to walk till he could hear voices and could some what see others in a cave. He turned his head slightly to see if he could see how many where in the cave, he could pick up two very close voices in the cave and then one not to far off. He folded his ears and headed towards them. He needed out of the cold now other wise he would drop dead cold. He walked a few more paces towards the cave entrance and lowered his head. He had no way of communicating with the wolves, he was mute what could he say. He just hoped one of them would see him.

Look in my eyes and see your death....

[Dancer D' Angelo]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] The winds of time had done a number on the ivory prince, his aura chiseled beyond perfection. His nares inhaled her scent and even in the darkness he could see, guided back inside. Yet it seemed they would not be alone for long. Heart thumped in his cavernous chest, and he let his silver hues rest upon a much missed and familiar frame. So the red queen had decided to once again grace their courts. His great ivory flag waved a slow greeting, ad he dipped his head once. "Sonja, so nice to see you again" A mixture of both warmth and betrayal invaded his jaded soul, and he shuddered silently. He had disowned his dear brother for what he had put his mate through, and Dancer was ashamed to call him family. It ended up like this more often then not. The only family he truly felt he belonged to was his father, and look what happened there. His eyes betrayed his guilt over Sonja's loss, If only if only... He looked over at his dearest Lu, about to go curl up and wait out the storm when yet another form joined the party. He inhaled that bitter sweet scent, eyes growing wide in sudden interest. That face.. It was so Familiar it was almost haunting, and he braced himself as the male approached. He frowned at the gesture towards Sonja, neck fur prickled slightly. He relaxed however as Dev tore away from her, looking him up and down as he tossed a laugh his way. Dancer was... intrigued. Enough so anyway to offer a tempting flicker of tongue, a sudden glimmer in those silvers hues that was just as naughty as could be. However he quickly remembered there were two females among their ranks, and pulled back blushing slightly. Besides last time he had fallen for a Fellow Male, it had ripped his world apart. He was starting to warm up to those around him, ears swiveled just in time to catch the sounds of a tainted and crippled fool. He swung his great ivory head towards the poor bastard, Ivory flag raised high. He could see it in the way the Guy moved, the eyes were the window to the soul. Heart slammed painfully into his ribs, wondering if his former mate would have traveled this far for him. He shoved all thoughts of Zenderlin aside, And he advanced with a slight hiss. "And what do you seek by tainting my Queen with your Sin?" He was not trying to spook creep off, But it was best to make sure he didn't want to taste her in more ways then one. After all, he had been witness to the Novocain disaster. Silver hues cold and empty for the moment, as he did his best to block His beloved Sonja and Lucaria from view. He was not about to attack, but hopefully those flexing Muscles would dispel any intent on doing harm. He glanced over at the faint patter of Paws, Brow cocked in interest. He glared once more at Creep Firmly, he just got a bad vibe from the poor guy. He turned tail and exited the building, the damp onset of snow assaulted his paws. He peered out into the darkness and snorted, sniffed once and made his way towards the intruder. He paused a Few feet away and looked him over, but he didn't give off the same feeling as the other male back there. And at any rate, he would freeze if left out here. "Come" He stated simply with a sharp nod of the head, and slunk back to the Crypt with out a second look back. His word had been clear enough at any rate. He eased back inside and shook off, sending a fine spray of melt water to invade the stone cavern. He had traveled a long time, and was starting to feel it now. He glanced again Warily at Creep, bones ached in protest as he hauled his limber frame back over to his girls. He settled down on his haunches at long last, oh sweet relief. The storm outside howled away in loneliness but the white trash prince failed to relate. He was among those he loved and that was enough. Slowly he lowered himself to his belly, eyes fluttered closed. He struggled to say awake, but it was a hard fought war. At last he gave in, and the only sound registered was the faint grumble from his Lips. The old dog was snoring. Ah, what a life.

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[xennie]

TOPIC REOPENED

[Sonja]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,316,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Muscles tensed as the cold air still clung to her. She smiled when Lucaria shouted her name, pleased to see her. Dancer too seemed glad to see her back where she belonged. If only she could find her dear lands. She knew how much he must of hated his brother for what he had done to her. Leaving her side when he promised he would always be there. Turning to Lucaria she sighed. However she did not even get to finish her next sentence before an unknown scent reached their noses. As the male approached Sonja, and moved his muzzle towards her neck she snarled harshly. Snapping her head in the males direction and bearing her fangs. She was still herself no matter how long she had been gone. Watching as Luc moved towards her protectively she smiled and nodded softly. Watching the scene before her unfold, she sighed. Her return could not be a happy time could it? Growling with irritation she shifted her weight. As yet another scent reached her nose, Sonja stiffened. Growling as the other male entered the cavern and spoke her friends name. The odd smells never seemed to end. Yet another. Tail lashed angrily, ears back with frustration at this whole situation. Watching Dancer as he led the other stranger in, she narrowed her eyes. She may not be alpha anymore but she could still kick some serious ass if she needed to. "I don't like this." she stated coldly. Glaring at the males around her, aside from Dancer. -This table is thanks to CASPER-

[Lanai]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,456,true][cs=7][bg=020f00] Mind raced, freezing muscles tensed as she moved through the ice cold weather. This was not what she expected at a return. They should be glad they're back. And where in the hell was their land? Dammit, how she hated life. And everyone in it for that matter. The only one that mattered was her mother, as she provided and made sure Lanai stayed alive. Although it wasn't right that she left her behind. While she mingled with old friends. Friends were useless, they betrayed you and got you no where in life. Growling she stumbled through the cold, following her mothers scent. Being a few months over a year, Lanai was hitting a growth spurt. Large black wings opened wide, to shield herself from the elements. Her wing had recovered fully from when it had snapped. Although she had scars from that stupid cougar she recovered. Spotting the cave where her mothers scent lingered into she made her way over there. Slipping into the sheltered area, she shook out her deep brown coat. Red eyes narrowed on everyone there. Glaring at the males that stood around, she did recognize Dancer. "Hello everyone" she stated. Expecting to get everyone's attention. No she was not all preppy and princess like. She was just feared by anyone she met that was her age. And even some adults. Amazing how some still thought she was the nicest little thing.