Insanity is as insanity does!

Month: June
Date: 7th
Time: 10:00pm
@Reaper

The cooler temperatures of the night seemed to be a welcoming feeling for the femme who wandered these strange lands. Ever so far from home her travels would take her, further and further from the place of her birth. To let her paws tread upon new earth and await the day when she could return the news back to her mother and father that she had found new land. She could taste the power and glory it would bring herself she could care less about what others wanted or thought, she just wanted absolute control. Oh how she had believed she would have been the next in line to become alphess of the pack, but apparently her parents had other plans for her. Upon her most recent second birthday they sent her out. Whispering words of encouragement about how arctics were supreme and how she needed to spread the word of her family and make them tremble at her paws. Yes, yes she would have loved to watch them do just that, but that was not to be.

The warmth seemed to overtake the femme the further she got from her arctic homeland. A sensation she had never felt before, those saphire eyes glistening almost menacingly into the night as she sniffed the air. She could smell others around, but that wasn't what had caught her attention that night. It was the smell of a fresh water source, something to quench the thirst that shot through the girls throat. Glistening fur the color of the purest first snow fall graced the femme. Her larger body sleek and agile in appearance even with it's heftier and healthier build. Muscles rippled beneath her naturally full fur, while those feminine contours adorned and accentuated the soft swing of her tail that was held proud. The sensation of pure grace and brute strength radiated from the femme as she cautiously went fourth.

Paws stepping lightly upon rocks and ground, while making small leaps over fallen logs. It was when she reached the waters edge that she stared at her reflection in the water. The moonlight from above causing her white fur to glimmer like that of a long gone wraith. Her reflection every bit the lady, but her posture was that of good breeding. She knew others lurked, she could smell them but she was not afraid she kept those ears on alert as she lowered her head to the water to drink, and in doing so as her tongue laped at the water she made sure to know she could see in all directions if she was to be snuck up on to give herself a fighting chance.

(This post was last modified: Jun 09, 2013, 07:47 PM by Akna.)

He wandered the darkness, a ghost of the night, ever searching, ever stalking, ever preying upon the weak, he stole from everyone and gave to himself and his pure ones. He was aimless tonight just moving, moving, pushing forward, he couldn't stop until his mission was complete, and that was far from being done. A scent blew across him that had him freezing in his tracks, it was that of a lone female one he had never met, yet her scent seemed, familiar somehow. Memories of home reached to him, and suddenly he remembered a couple of males within the organization that had a similar scent to hers, what was their name? Fleetpaw? Fastfoot? oh wait, Swiftfoot. He moved much faster now, towards the edge of the clearing where he could hear the water and the smell of the girl originated. He came to the edge and saw a beautiful sight, the sight of a pure one bent over calm waters in the moonlight, her pelt unblemished. Her curves were attractive and her size definitely spoke to that of the males that he had known, though their first names were lost to him now. Surely this woman would be an ally then, he had known no others to have relatives to the organization and this could be no coincidence, she was here to help the cause. He stepped forward making his form clear though he was sure that she had already been aware of his presence because of his scent, proudly he stood in the moonlight, his muscles tight beneath his pelt. The light bounced through his eyes making them appear much bloodier than they actually were, as though the glowed a fiery red in their sockets. He chose to remain silent, though his form clearly asked what her business was here, either she was here to aid him, or she would fall to.

She had indeed noticed the male even before he presented himself in the light of the clearing. The moonlight overhead cast it's rays down upon the earth as if trying to drown the creatures in there unearthly colors and cold embrace, while the wind wafted the scent towards her. Oh the familiarity of it, something she couldn't quite place even with her own most recent trek out of her native lands. It was a scent her grandfather and father had brought home many times. Or at least one that had smelt partially like it. letting her ears flick slowly as if in a relaxed state, even if every nerve in her body was on end. Many times had she been taught to always keep an outwardly composure even in the most dangerous of situations. Her fathers words ringing true to her ears, when in peril it is better to remain as calm as possible and keep a level head while your opponent rales themselves up. For to have a clear mind, and all your wits can give you the upper hand.

After taking the well deserved and needed drink of the refreshing water she lifted her head in a quick regal movement. Clear blue eyes glistened brightly in the moonlight and seemed to glow from within while giving a tinge of white just underneath the blue orbs that adorned that sleek face and muzzle of hers and pertant round ears of their breed. Oh, her figure she knew was on the larger side of the spectrum; but that did not enable her to make fast manuevers when she needed to, after all the arctics were known for their agility and quicker bouts of speed when the time called for it. Her own posture gaining a slightly defensive air, but in a more subtle manner as she let the corner of the ebony lips upon her muzzle turn slightly upwards at the corner. The fire within the eyes, the larger build and that smell....was this the one her father spoke of?

Oh it had been so long in the past that she barely paid attention. Though the words her parents spoke of to her before she left was intriging at this moment, it didn't make sense in the long run and she had been mulling it over. Why would they mention to spread the word and let the world know of their name if all they wanted her to do was investigate for available land to claim in their name? Her mothers words however at this moment would resignate the loudest. "find the look of fire-n-Ice and you will know the story. Of course she had ignored it, but her father had reminded her to keep an eye out for a larger arctic and that was all he said before they sent her on her way. Steadying herself carefully upon the bank she turned her tail held high and proud as she finally spoke.

Words like honey, and vocals smooth like molasses with that rich feminine and arctic accent that could spit words of venom or the sweetest nectar if need be "Hello, I see that I am not alone obviously... Her expression almost void of all feelings of fear and anxiety as she looked upon him, but was instead replaced by a sturdy and firm gaze that didn't faulter as she mentally took in his appearance and smell. He was obviously of Arctic breeding pure and true, after all she could smell her home lands upon him, but his appearance was blemished by those unnaturally red eyes and the speckling of darker coloration upon his coat. In her mind he wasn't worthy, but he appeared stong at the very least that is what counted right?

(This post was last modified: Jun 09, 2013, 08:37 PM by Akna.)

I'm so so sorry about the wait and this crappy post! Her blue eyes shone as she looked to him and Reaper felt approval towards the woman already though only one sentence had been spoken. Anyone with alumni in the organization would be welcomed with open arms, unless they proved themselves unworthy of the cause. The large man moved forwards toward her slowly, the angle changing taking away the red shine, the orange returning to their colour. He chuckled at her words, <b style="color:#FF2501;">"It seems that neither am I....obviously," the words were accompanied with a deep laugh. He continued forward until her reached the stream and lowered his own head, lapping at the cool clear water until his thirst was quenched. Raising his head he looked to her, making eye contact but not issuing any kind of confrontation or challenge, his stance was friendly, welcoming. Her sight brought back memories from before, from Alaska before he had began his mission when he had to leave. Of long nights with large rewards, of the power that the organization held, of how far spread their message had become. Here he was nobody, here he had no power, yet. Soon he would have followers and power and everyone would know the message, it was only a matter of time until Relic became exactly like Alaska. No more mutt breeding, no more filthy pups taking up the resources that should have been reserved for the pure ones, it would all end, and it would end at his hands. He would take his last dying breath spreading this message, it was everything that he knew, and if he had his way everyone else would soon know it too.