Thicket of Secrets Illuminate the Night

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Silence fell thick in the thicket of secrets. Above, a few night-flying birds would call every so often, but never quite often enough to track them. They would make a point of being as silent as possible, hunting the rodents that scurried underfoot, their wings never making even a whisper of a sound. It was with the same predatory grace they exuded that a snow-white fae would pick her way through the dense trees, disconcerted by the thickness of the foliage. If one were to glimpse her as she stepped lightly forth, one would think that perhaps they were seeing a spirit. Her desaturated grey eyes took on a dull hue in the lapse of moonlight, her whole form resembling that of a wolf fallen from former glory. That was not to say that she was not beautiful- quite the opposite, for she was quite the sight to behold. Her thick pelt was the purest of whites, resembling freshly fallen snow, and she might've radiated innocence, were it not for the deep sense of intelligence that radiated off of her.

A flash of color- a pale salmon-colored tongue would escape for a moment, gracing her obsidian lips to wet them and then disappearing within her muzzle once more. Lunae Electi paused in her steps finally, looking around her, allowing her jaws to part so she could better scent the air. Ears would swivel back and flatten, desaturated eyes narrowing as she turned her head slowly. She scented another wolf, and would not let them think they could possibly sneak up on her. Paws flexed as she shifted, spreading them evenly as her head lowered. Her shoulders pushed forth, bunching her thick fur and the sinewy muscle beneath around her neck, and her tail wavered low to the ground, helping her to hold her balance. "Who's there?" Her demand for an answer was soft, yet she knew, just loud enough for whoever it was to hear. Friend or foe?

"Lunae speaks~"

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http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j347/holdbacktherain/sets/shadetable.png) bottom center no-repeat; background-color: #c7b49b;"> Shade was silent. The air swirling around him as if having a nightmare. It was like an impenetrible mist, but only to him. It was the foggyness of his mind. He'd reached the point of no return. The instant he was snapped back to reality. He wanted to be gone. He'd been wandering from his home in Willow Ridge, with his pack. To this thicket. It was it is so dense that as soon as Shade step into the trees he disappeared, the vegetation hiding him amongst the shadows. It was a safe zone. A place he wanted to live in. He was ever so haunted with the elusive nightmare of his past. His history, the thing he was forced to indure. IT was to painful to bear. "Who's there?" A voice seemed to call. Was he dying? Was the heavens calling his name? No, he was stronger then ever, with a fully fed stomach. He was alive and well. No, a wolf was calling his name. <b style="color:#8e989d">"Might I ask who is there asking who I am?" He said cautiously. This mysterious thicket contained mysterous wolves. He was forced to think of his mysterious history once more. Shade was born to an unknown line of Lone Wolves. The Slayer wolves. His father ruthless, crueld and mean. When he started training Shade and his sister Shadowstorm how to survive the cold world. He used his first lesson: Packs are weak, bottomfeeding losers that couldn't take care of themselves, so they hung together and shared food. He told Shade never to join a pack. Shade was an idealistic child. He had reason and said that wolves would be stronger in numbers. His father attacked him, leaving no permenant scars, but the emotional trama to get it stuck into his head. This went on for a year or so, his mother kept begging his father to stop, claiming they were children, they didn't know better. It got worse as it happened. His father started to beat her too. It was gruesome to watch. He was out on a final hunting assignment. Returned early with two hares for the family. He came to the sight of his parents fighting a group of two or three lone wolves. Out of fright, he ran for his life. Hoping his sister made it out alive too, he began to search for her. He searched everywhere far and wide for a long 4 years. He finally came and arrived here, in Relic Lore. With that history, he'd managed to develop a new motto. Pride. Loyalty. GCreativity. The words he lived by, breathed. The words that kept him alive to find his sister. The words that brought him to Relic Lore, Willow Ridge and Rosealia. The fae that he loved. But he never could manage to tell her.

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She would not move from her defensive posture, simply swinging her body so she was facing the direction the voice, disembodied, came from. A deep, warning growl reverberated from deep within her. The voice was male, and she was brought up to remember that not all males were good. Some like to take advantage of females, and she wasn't about to let her guard down, especially when she couldn't see him. Her reply was laced with a snarl, ears pinned to her head firmly as she bared her vicious incisors. "Someone you don't want to piss off. Who the hell are you?" Perhaps she was speaking to an alpha or someone who was stronger than her, but the way he spoke said otherwise. While her voice was strong and commanding- always the dominant sort- his was cautious, almost fearful. While she wasn't angry- nowhere near it- she was being very defensive, unsure of how to take the stranger who had so timidly refused to give his name.

She was not the sort to start fights. Hence why she had not thrown herself forth to confront this faceless stranger. However, she was never one to back down- when a fight was started, she would damn well finish it. It was in her blood, in her being. Born both a warrior and a mystic, she knew how to work her natural weaponry, and she had only ever been bested by one wolf- her father. It was not fear that left her so tense, simply the caution within her telling her to not let her guard down. She stayed down low, prepared should he decided to show himself and attack.

"Lunae speaks~"

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http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j347/holdbacktherain/sets/shadetable.png) bottom center no-repeat; background-color: #c7b49b;"> "Someone you don't want to piss off. Who the hell are you?" The words made Shade a bit on edge. This wolf obviously was a fae now. He faced the voice. Ready to growl out a rude remark. But he took the situation with extra caution. This fae obviously knew how to hide in these deep thickets. He responded to her remark. <b style="color:#8e989d">"I could be you're worst nightmare, or you're best friend. Now who the hell are you?" He put extra emphasis on nightmare. It haunted him as so. He thought back to the pack. He'd best not adventure for a while after this. He had a lot of guarding to do and it seemed like Elettra was going extra hard on him. Was it because he brought in Rosealia perhaps? Is Elettra suspicious of his feelings for the fae that traveled and was in Relic Lore a mere three days? Whatever it was, Shade could be trusted and he would prove it. He growled a bit, pushing through the thicket towards the voice. He stepped out and saw a white wolf. Ahhh, she was white with gray eyes. Also, she seemed to be a bit mystic for some reason. It had appeared that she was not in a fight that left great scars, unlike him who had a few. This wolf had never encountered the hardships he had. His tail raised in slight dominance at the lone wolf, he spoke. <b style="color:#8e989d">"Who are you?" He asked again, his voice more firm how that he could see the fae. She was about his size.

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Her hackles raised at his reply, and she snarled viciously, raising her body and lifting her tail nice and high as he drew into her line of sight. Now, as far as size went, the two were evenly matched. Why, he even sported a few scars, and if the scared little pup voice she'd heard previously hadn't been his first words to her, she would've respected him for that. Now, here he was, his tail lifted slightly, attempting to seem the dominant of the two of them. She would not submit. Not to him. As a matter of fact, she would assert her dominance. She was a born-and-raised warrior, and it ran thick in her blood, hot and dangerous. Paws flexed as she snapped her jaws, ears pressed fully forth as her eyes blazed silver in the moonlight that caught them for a moment. Holding herself high, she stepped forth, issuing a warning. "You don't know about nightmares, stranger, and if you wish to stay ignorant, I'd be a bit more...respectful."

Her stance and body language said all. This was his one and only chance to submit. The way she stood, it was clear she was ready to slam him firmly in his place. If he didn't take this chance, she would fight him, plain and simple. She stared unblinkingly at the strange male, who smelled nothing of the pack that she hoped to be a part of. She owed no allegiance to him, and this meant that she could be harsher. She hated when others attempted to dominate her, attempted to place fear in her. Although she was a kind, sweet wolf, she did have that inner warrior, and was, by nature, extremely dominant. Submitting to Ice had been extremely hard for her, and her whole spirit had fought it. Now, though, facing this stranger, a low growl rumbled in her throat- a secondary warning. She would not submit again, not unless it was to the Swift River members above her.

"Lunae speaks~"

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http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j347/holdbacktherain/sets/shadetable.png) bottom center no-repeat; background-color: #c7b49b;"> "You don't know about nightmares, stranger, and if you wish to stay ignorant, I'd be a bit more...respectful." The words made him angry/ <b style="color:#8e989d">"You know respect goes both ways right? I will not show you respect until you prove you can be respectful. I've put up with too much shit in my days to be down cast by barely fully grown bitch!." He yowled, his anger bursting as he stares her down. His strategy, never attack first. Wait for them to make the first move then you attack. He showed his pack dominence. This was not another pack. This was not his land, but she was in his buble of anger and she should pay. But it stung, because her words reminded him of his fathers during 'training'. Shade was born to an unknown line of Lone Wolves. The Slayer wolves. His father ruthless, crueld and mean. When he started training Shade and his sister Shadowstorm how to survive the cold world. He used his first lesson: Packs are weak, bottomfeeding losers that couldn't take care of themselves, so they hung together and shared food. He told Shade never to join a pack. Shade was an idealistic child. He had reason and said that wolves would be stronger in numbers. His father attacked him, leaving no permenant scars, but the emotional trama to get it stuck into his head. This went on for a year or so, his mother kept begging his father to stop, claiming they were children, they didn't know better. It got worse as it happened. His father started to beat her too. It was gruesome to watch. He was out on a final hunting assignment. Returned early with two hares for the family. He came to the sight of his parents fighting a group of two or three lone wolves. Out of fright, he ran for his life. Hoping his sister made it out alive too, he began to search for her. He searched everywhere far and wide for a long 4 years. He finally came and arrived here, in Relic Lore.

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