ooc: Looking for a friend. Crappy first post. >:D

He was off on his own now, having reached the age of one and having no parents to guide him on this new path of life. Nuka was excited, wanting to use the skills taught to him to survive on his own. He thought he was decent, able to get a rabbit after some patience and able to take down the youngsters of large game. Not only that but he managed to stay out of confontation with aggressive wolves. It had begun to snow, and the male stood upon a fallen tree, head pointed up at the sky, watching the flakes float down to earth. His tail wagged behind him at a smooth and steady pace, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, chest rising and falling faster than normal. He had been running around the the white stuff, rolling in it, chasing it, laying in it. "normal. talk. think. you"

The white brute made his way across the snow covered land, he was almost perfectly camouflage except his eyes and the red mark around it. He was just wondering through the land, needed some time to think about all the changes Tortuga is going under. What these changes bring is up to fate, and as far as he could tell the changes were going to be a good thing. His black eyes soon fell upon a pup playing in the snow. The small thing was only about a year old from what he could tell. Ulrike walked slowly up to the child and stopped a few feet from the young brute. This child was interesting, was he alone? Ulrike did not pick up any particular pack scent, so this child was a loaner. He sat upon his haunches and spoke in a calm but yet powerful voice."Child, why are you here by your self?" He spoke looking at the young Brute who seemed to be having a blast on his own. Ulrike knew the dangers that this land could throw up. A yearling out alone, with no pack is just screaming for some truly evil wolf to come along and attack. Ulrike wanted to know what and why this young brute was in this land alone. "I am Ulrike a member of Tortuga, who may you be?" His words were strong in tone. Speech,

It was time to start a knew, she thought. Its been months in solitude with no one to call a 'friend'. Pfft. Theres no such thing if there was she would of had one, not slumped in the shadows observing. The Romantic hues would reflect observing the two before her, tilting her head in curiosity. For 7 months old shes done well to not be the victim with the snapped neck or circled in there own red elixir. The snow beneath the paws would melt at the touch of the paled beauty.Though one soul caught the fae's eyes especialy, a brute about 1 years of age, slightly older then Samona. The salmon tounge would carress the maw as the black leathered flare takes in both scents.. ineresting. On the Tiara the snow would gently settle as if trying to form a thrown; before getting shaken of into nothing more then something to step on. Snow. A sigh would escape the silken ebony lips before standing to the rather small height. Ears pinning back aware of what may happen. The sealed lips would part as if to speak; but instead holding back. The pup was rather admiring, which most fall for; but inside shes a demon seeking a rebel to create chaos and amusement. The devils daugher.. lost in the world.

Now I was out for some new fun. Was gettin a little bored back where I call home.. Which was, well anywhere my ass plopped down to be honest. The winter air had a bitter chill to it this evening. I loved this season, it looked so safe, so majestic... Yet could leave you dead, hard and lifeless. A miraculous season it was indeed. It most certainly got a A in my book. That crooked grin remained upon my lips as I lurked through the shadows.. Looking for anything that could cure this boredom that seemed to engulf me. Causing me to feel rather heavy and slow. Ever get that feeling?

The snow had begun to fall, blanketing the once lively earth. Winter seemed to really drain the life out of everything. The tree's became bare. The lush green grass vanished. Oculars jumped here and there, trying to see if anything stuck out of the ordinary.... However nothing seemed to come to view just yet. Old scents lingered in the bitter air.. And then it hit me, three unknown aroma's toyed within the insides of my black nostrils and a sinister grin crept upon my blackened lips. Now lets see who came out to play shall we?

My bulky form had a bit of pep to it now as I made my way towards where I assumed the scents originated from. Two of which belonged to brutes.. the other however.. was more of an alluring perfume.. One that only females seemed to own. That sick grin just got a little sicker. The thoughts going through my head were nothing normal. Finally once I rounded the corner I was able to lock eyes on all three of the goofy looking figures. Each one having rather uncommon markings. Was I the only normal one walking around anymore? Nothing unusual about me.. Well except for my brain I guess. That's a little.. not right.. Anywho, I eyed them all up closely, still lurking in the shadows. First I examined the brown thing with a few white blotches... He seemed young.. Couldn't be any more then a year at the least! Then I moved over to the white one, with a brown streak on his face. The way he spoke and carried himself, he seemed older. Then onto the only female in the bunch, which seemed to remained tucked a way. What a cute little thing she was. To young to have been tainted just yet. And that is what I like to see. The untouched just waiting for someone like me to take what isn't mine. A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I continued to watch them all, and then finally out I came. Time to put on a different face... Thats what I was good at.

My massive frame came out from the taunting shadows. Grays and blacks and browns was what created my pelt color. Muscles rippling beneath that thick winter coat, however they remained visible even under such a coating. I walked with a sense of pride. Cranium held high, chest puffed out a bit but nothing to cartoony. Vibrant green eyes jumping from one to the other, however lingered a bit longer on the young female, probably a little to long for comfort before looking back to the two males.

"Nice day out, wouldn't you say?"

Think russian accent came booming from the depths of my voice box only to slice through the thin air.

The large footsteps of another would annonce the precense of a third brute. The Stench of other women on his pelt would just wrinkle up the little darlings nose in discust. Though the brutes precense did make an inpact.. as if the whole atmosphere would change.. like death. The blackened hole you'd fall into but never come out of. Typical. As those piercing green orbs observe each one closely they fall upon Samona for a moment.. maybe to long for comfort. " would you like a picture hunny? it might last you longer." Ah she spoke! some would think she was a mute being; the circumstance by having such radiant beauty. Though young, the girl can appear older then she seems, especially with the maturity and seductive tones of the sultry voice. An eyebrow would arch in disaproval before blinking twice. Blunt. It made the little one quite adorable actually. Stepping out of the gripping shadows the true colours would show; the perfect blend for an intrueging fae. Now the romantic hues would set on all three, observing. The slender bodice is quite unpredictable due to how much she eats. The feast of thousands. Now thinking about it.. it was as if something was clawing away in her stomach waiting to be fed. It was hunger she strived on the most. To seek it and engulf it whole in the second it appears. The structure of Samona would stay rather straight the two front ligements carefully in front of another to montain the balance. Lashes flickering repeatably across the voids.

He had been enjoying the cool weather when something suddenly caught his attention, white movement nearby. His head turned, copper colored orbs falling upon a white male sitting back on his haunches, a strange markings of red around his eye. Ears perked up as he spoke, asking why he was here by himself. Clearing his throat the boy turned his body, hopping off the log and trotting towards the male who then introduced himself as Ulrike, a member of Tortuga. I'm Nuka! And what is a Tortuga? He yipped, thick tail swaying behind him, tongue hanging out the side of his jaws. He was curious about what this Tortuga was, and for a moment thought it was a pack since the older wolf mentioned being a member, then again he could just mean something else. His attention quickly moved onto something else, ears swiveling to the side at the sound of somebody approaching. Copper orbs fell upon a male, younger than the white one, with a pelt of blacks and browns and interesting green eyes. Very nice day! The young male spoke up, his gaze following the male's to a female lurking nearby. His brow raised at the girl's comment to the male, she was younger than him and already had quite a mouth. He would not be surprised if something bad would happen to her one of these days. Stepping forward the youngster looking to Ulrike, the young male and then the woman, flashing a friendly smile with tail wagging behind him. I'm Nuka, what's your names? He asked curiously. "normal. talk. think. you"

Ulrike chucked a bit as the little baby spoke asking about what a Tortuga was. The pup's voice brought memories to him when Xenios was a pup. "Well little one, Tortuga is the pack i am apart of."He said as he looked to see others have arrived. First a little dame, then a second male. He watched the others walk up and begun to speak, well in short manor but did speak. He listened as the others spoke, his ears swiveled as the two spoke then the little pup that stood before him spoke, saying it was a nice day, and asking their names. Ulrike smiled a bit then spoke. "My name is Ulrike if you did not get that earlier, And who may you be little sir.He said with a delightful smile upon his maw. this pup made him think of his daughter, and how fast she had grown already. He hoped he taught her well enough to survive with out him when he goes. OOC:Sorry it is short. Speech,

Wolf from dawnthieves, manip by Ocena. Character belongs to Deneke! The dame would pad, silent as the snow that made her invisible, towards the scents and sounds coming to her sensitive auditory sensors. Beautiful things they were, perfectly sculpted, and rounded where most wolves' were pointed, and flickering back and forth to capture the conversation. Her pure silver gaze was not of this world, depthless and consuming, enchanting anyone who dared meet her gaze. Her feminine, defined hips swayed as she walked, long ivory tail sweeping through the air behind her, twin ravens feathers dancing in the frozen breeze. Her dainty yet powerful paws made no sound on the snow, her pads absorbed the minute noises she made. Each step was fluid, graceful, silent. Her lithe muscles rippled a strong undertow beneath the river of her silky winter coat. She approached the group, all but invisible, except for the ebony feathers embedded in the silky strands of thick albino derma. She inspected the group, her all seeing moonstone orbs taking all these lupine entities in. One was a snow coloured brute, with a marroon marking on his face. He seemed older, yet showed no signs of age being cruel to him. Another, a deep brown youngster with the occasional white splatters, seemed to be enjoying himself in the falling flakes. There was an even younger lady, who seemed to have quite the attitude towards the next wolf, though the angelic maiden could understand why. Her eerie orbs would fall upon a brute, who's fur was a riot of dark shades, eyes the colour of emeralds, and possessed an air of danger. Her assessment of the group finished, she would simply stand, wait, and continue to observe them. Maybe she would remain invisible, maybe she would be spotted, only time would tell. She sat on her haunches on one fluid movement, her fur settling like a waterfall over her lean, feminine frame, accentuating her curves and making her seem just a bit bigger, more intimidating. Her long tail curled around her paws, a ladylike, absentminded habit, and she waited. A statue of elegance, beauty, otherworldliness; she moved not, seconds ticking by as her infinite mind continued to process every move of the group.