Wildflower Glade electrified

The black male wandered into a place that seemed attacked by flowers of all sorts. He didn't really detest flowers, it didn't seem like his taste. Ahh, but so as it seemed Fallen felt an urge to pick one. He bent over his maw gently nipping at the stem of a beautiful pink flower. He would take care of it, give to a stranger as a good giving. For now, Fallen just had to wait for a stranger.

The sun was beginning to rise and the bright gleams of light attacked his black pelt. This suddenly caused him to blink his eyes as it urked him to have the sun passing his way. Why did he come here again? That was the beauty of a lone wolf. Once you had the urge to go somewhere you just follow it and it could lead you to wonderful places and wonderful wolves. Or even the urge could lead you to food, a must for any living being to survive. It had worked for him many times, to many to name in fact.

Fallen had lost that use for that urge for food. As any bystander could see, he was happening to get skinny. Thus the effects of winter. It would be weird if no wolf got skinnier during the winter times. Unless you were a pack wolf. That reminded him to join a pack. But which one? Grizzly Hallow, Swift River, Copper Rock Creek...Grizzly Hallow, Swift River, or Copper Rock Creek....

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The thicket of secrets. She had been here a time or two before, with memories more unsavory then not. With new information of the Copper Rock Creek pack, she would wonder where they might be, and wonder when in her roaming, she may stumble upon them. Though here in the thicket, the lands were wild and untamed as usual; it is dark and thick, the sounds of animals scurrying about th floor exciting her heart, though her mind would not react. Catching something in such a dense landscape, mainly something so small, would be a near impossible feet.
Far north was she far from home, down below her now as she rose more north and north to venture to where she had been before, where she had ran away in her pack's crises. Still, it seemed threats would loom over her home. Kiche had returned, and surely with Kade's rise in power and breeding season on it's way, Borden would not lay low if he ever meant to return to his leadership. Elettra Archer remained constantly weary, constantly watching her back. As odd as it seemed, she would be more relaxed outside the boarders of her home, then within.
Her movements were of elegance and poise, she would stand along the sidelines within the very area she had rested before, her eyes out upon an opening small field before her. Though the other black man was not far, she would not take notice him until she entered the area of clustering flowers, desperate to grow with the coming of spring. As the sun rose, alighting the sky with a rising of orange, yellow and soft blue, would she catch the attention of the black figure, blacker then she, as the sun would catch shine to the undertones of silver and highlights of gold along her coating. Her silver pale gaze would meet at his own, though, as she stood there, she would say nothing. Only a stare was offered, curious of the rogue black man, settled in the middle of meadow, holding a flower.

Sorry for the wait, I had to re-apply and I wasn't able to access a computer till now.

Fallen felt a sudden urge to turn his head, as if someone was lurking someone beside him. An urge must be always followed, was his philosophy. And as he turned his head, was his urge so right. Right across from him was an onyx female, with oddly the scent of many wolves. Oh yah, pack wolves. He offered a goofy smile and with the flowers in his mouth, he probably looked like a little pup.

He silently trotted towards her, in a perky way, unaware that she might be dangerous. He just felt like a child right now. Her gaze was directed towards him, no silent greeting offered. He still kept his distance though, she might feel quite uncomfortable with a stranger so close.

As the sun warmed his back, he spoke. <b>"Wfft ar- yo doin' her?"</b> His words probably ineligible. Probably it wise was to put the boquet on the floor. But, the laid back wolf decided after greetings were down and the ice was broken, if it was going to be broken, he would finally put it down.

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thats alright, been quite busy anyhow.

He would smile then, goofy and child like, even daring to lift and prance himself into her direction, though smart enough to keep her distance from the stranger. She didn't know anything of him- had never laid her eyes on the man before, but he would come prancing to her so easily; without question, without regard and seemingly, without fear. Little came to her in such a manner, without ill opinion or sceptically. It was obvious, as she knew nothing of him, he knew nothing of her, ether.
When he speaks, his words are choppy and broken, marred by the flower which he yet still clung to. Elettra Archer disliked the use of slag, such words more fitting for a lowly dog then a wolf, but this matter here was not the case. Hopefully, he did not naturally speak in such an odd way and the way in such he muffled his words through the flower, caused but the slightest smirk (just a slight sign of emotion) to tug at her lips now- it was funny. "A visit only." She would simply answer, keeping her full attention of the pure (far unlike herself) black figure and the flower, before her.

A visit, eh? Fallen noticed the small smirk, that might have been unnoticed by many, but Fallen was an observer and observers must always keep there eyes open for the unexpected. This told "the observer" she probably had not understood the quick ineligible babble of words. He slowly lowered his neck, not trying to strain it, as he opened his maw and let the blossom fall onto his paw, where he delicately stepped it for safe-keeping.

Now it was his time to examine the female, as she already probably had while she was watching him earlier. His eyes offered a quick and hopefully a not- rude looking glance. His eyes quickly swiped the wolf, who may be identified later as a friend or foe. She seemed... regal. As if she knew she was a royal, and that was the end of it. He had met wolves who were like that, both either pleasing or annoying him. Maybe this wolf was different.

She was black, as was he. Except she was speckled with delicate dabs of white, and grey. They had seemed to put there by an artist. They seemed perfect. He certainly wished he didn't have solid black pelt, it just seemed to drab or boring. <b>"Excuse my language."</b> He said simply as if there was nothing else to say.

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She would merely take to observing just the same, as the man would settle down the flower, keeping it safe under his paw for the moment, as though someone might steal it away. Although it was pretty, it would serve as no purpose to Elettra, whom otherwise sought out flowers which could be used to healing remedies, though nothing more then this.
He would take the moment to examine her and she would allow it without complaint, not feeling awkward in the least bit. Though a name might tell much, mainly if it was of nobility or legend it some way, it was the wolf itself which made it. A name was a hollow shell, without the scent, the sight and the action of the being which presented it. Elettra Archer had done her best as of yet, to live nothing less then the name which she proudly carried.
"Your forgiven." It was a simple answer to his simple words, speaking clear now and, seemingly proper as he excused himself formerly for his more so, playful and childish manner by slurred words and a goofy expression as he once held the flower. Elettra would dip her muzzle to him in respectful greeting to the stranger, having yet to be deterred from him. It seemed fitting, that most whom she had come across, had little respect or care for their words or actions amongst a stranger. It was rare for her to find another as level as he. "As you have asked me then, what are you doing here?" Possibly just passing through, she would quickly assume. After all, he smelt not of the River or Creek wolves predominantly and she knew he was not of the Hollow.

His paw placed delicately on the lilac, he watched as the female bowed her head. This female seemed to like when he talked politely. Maybe he would continue, showing a bit of his humor, but it was not his style. What was he doing here? <b>"Merely following an urge. I am a lone wolf after all, with no duties or responsibilities."</b> He answered simply, with a slight smile.

He certainly secretly wished he had a pack. Hiding the possible begging in his eyes later, he was getting awfully skinny. Winter had been harsh to him, and he often had to spend the day on a skinny rabbit who had been stupid enough to exit. Maybe alas, he was also thankful to the stupid bunnies and hares. Ha.

Now, there were signs of spring coming, you could just tell by the flowers and bees emerging. Fallen gave a mental grin, and shook his thin pelt. The female was beginning to make him curios. His grey eyes slowly blinked. Then he offered her his words. <b>"If you don't mind me asking, what is your name?"</b>

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When he stated he was a lone wolf and he was only merely wandering, she had assumed as much and nodded lightly in agreement. She had her share of rogue days, however little they were in comparison with being in a pack and although they proved, free, they were still far from stress-relieving. It felt good not to follow anyone's rules savor your own and to not have to protect anyone but yourself, nor care for anyone elses feelings, but Elettra Archer had been born in a large hierarchy and it was a life she was much better accustom to. As a loner, you were constantly on the move and constantly on the hunt. There was no proper way for her to store her herbs and no one to use them on. She had to watch her back, twenty-four-seven and, without a pack territory, she was constantly open to the dangers of the world around her. You went days cold, hungry, and although she was not much for socialism, it was lonely...
A silver gaze turned over his own body, thinner then perhaps it could be, a sure thing from the winter months. His coat was thinner, too, then perhaps the winter might allow, a far cry different from Elettra's own thick and lush coating. She would shift on wide hips then, the well-rounded woman built both poised and powerful. She was not the tall, delicate stepping women of slim waists and sharp lines. She was plush, with rounded curves and long, sturdy limbs. "Is it worth the hardship, to have no responsibility?" She didn't think so. Living the hard life of a loner was not worth being lazy, as opposed to working hard in a pack. But perhaps, he didn't mind being a stranger to the world. Elettra found herself carving more then this; she wished to be known, remembered, useful.
Now, he asks her of her name, waiting only a moment to see what he might answer to her own words about being a loner, before she would offer it. She had no means to try to force him into the pack life, but she was just slightly curious and it proved for pushing on the conversation with the stranger further. "My name is Elettra Archer." She offered then, her white chin tipping downwards for but a moment more in another small nod of greeting.

Worth it? No way. He learned for the warmth, the few pounds he might gain, the sense of belonging. He remembered the short life of a pack when he was younger. Fallen's parents had been the leader, and he was next in line. The pack life at a young age had caused him to get on the chubby side, but then everything changed when the newcomers came with the mission of taking over the pack. How was his pack? The newcomers didn't seem harsh, but the other wolves loved his parents. His parents were beginning to get grey hairs, and all seemed well when they were forced to leave and become loners just like that.

Was he about to reveal his true opinion to the stranger? He might as well, she might have understood what he have been through. But he would say it humorously, this wolf seemed to serious and he was about to try something that would make her either twitch with annoyance or laugh. He was hoping for a laugh. <b>"Honestly, your majesty, it isn't worth it."</b> He smiled to show he was joking, in case there was any confusion.

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He seemed to have contemplated for the longest time, before, finally, he would speak. He would admit it was not worth it- this long life, constantly having to watch your back, fed for yourself, feed for yourself...to not be known. He followed with a 'majesty', a smile upon his lips to show his teasing and playful nature and, before she could catch herself- she smiled.
Perhaps it was not the laugh he had been hoping for, but Elettra could honestly not remember a time where she had laughed- truly- without it being marred by falseness and mockery. But she smiled, none the less, seemingly something just as rare, and her tail, ever more so, waved back and forth once, then just twice, behind her. "Then why are you here, then? I admit, the thicket is intriguing, but its no home of a pack. Why not seek one out to live amongst?" She questioned delicately, a single silky black ears tilting backward in question.