You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

Large black paws carried the brown male across the earth. He'd been hiding in the wilderness, moving quietly and in secret as he attempted to muster his motley crew together as he worked to rebuild what he was lost. At first in had simply been a longing for what was lost. A family and shelter, and a warm bed to sleep in, but now. Now it was something much more. It was Defiance and Rebellion. They could knock him down as many times as they wanted, he would just continue to get back up and dust himself off. So, the wolf walked tall. He was not the carefree and reckless brat from the desert sands anymore. No. Newol was a man of Alacritis. One who lived among chaos. One who strives for something. And so it was with that notion that he stood tall. Head held upright, ears standing up. His tail swaying behind him. He wasn't here to look commanding and intimidating, no. But he was also not here to be commanded or intimidated. That was all that he was trying to say. Newol was not a subordinate anymore. No. He was his own free soul. And he was alive with a fire in his chest.

So... This was the Firefly Lake. This was Ebony territory. Katja's land. One could only run madly through the woods chasing something for so long before they had to stop for a moment and catch their breath, and so that is why he had decided to come here to see this Festival. But, the fact that it was Katja's doing had been what had kept him away for so long. His meeting with her had left a very cautious tone in him concerning her. She was very head strong and her primary concern was to keep her pack strong. And he believed that she had a very narrow view of the word Strong. To her, strong was just the application of physical strength. He wondered if she realized that the soul applied too. It was the soul that washed down like an ocean of fire and caused a body to be pushed to point unnormal. Sometimes even unnatural. And, Katja always had a motive. He'd learned that when she'd tried to use his strife to her will to pull him into Ebony. This didn't seem like her, this festival. He felt like she was up to something. But what?

Oh well, it didn't matter. He wasn't here to entertain the busted politics of a little she wolf that couldn't handle the real world and thus rejected her soul. No. Quite simply, he was here because he was bored. And he wanted to see it. See this with his own eyes. And who was to say that wasn't a good enough reason. Packs had been conquered and families and happiness destroyed over less of a reason. Anyways, point was he wasn't here to make a scene. And he would notbe staying. So, walking over to the shore of the lake, he lowered himself to a sitting position. Others were free to approach him if they so wished, but he wasn't going to actively seek interaction. Social gatherings weren't his style, so he wasn't sure how to just dive in. For now he chose to be calm. But who knew where this night was going.

The tyrant had been bored for the spars had not started yet. Nor was her partner anywhere to be found. Therefor she sought something to do. Her beautiful, bi colored, orbs flicked around observing everyone. Her eyes skipped from the Niflheim girls to her sister. Then to the host, back over to the lake. Her eyes fell upon a russet-brown man who hung over the shore with a sort of melancholy gaze. The temptress tilted her head and perked up slightly. Nephele was a talkjer, it was obvious. She was the go to social butterfly if she was not in one of her moods. The moods that often involve her getting into trouble. The short lady began to slither off to the shore, slipping to his left side with ease. The femme's haunches slowly lowered to the ground as she, as well, looked down into the water below. Nephele gazed into her own eyes, it was not often a Wolf got to see themselves if they had no still water around. So, it was nice to see she was still beautiful as ever. The vain woman made sure she had no serious flaws before looking to her left at the boy next to her. "Why do you sit alone as a grand festival happens around you?" Her head tilted giving him a little grin with the signature flicker of cockiness within her eyes. Nephele was quite an interesting girl. One moment she could be trying to kick your ass, the next flirting but never giving. The Elysius dame was unique, yet she did not know if the man would buy into it or not. Only time would tell. ""

The few that approached him was certainly an interesting one. She was beautiful, that was without question. But she knew it too. The male could tell by the way she carried herself. There was a confidence that she strutted with. Something of the same confidence that Newol carried under the right stimulie. He fond himself entertained by how she checked herself over in the water before speaking. He found himself accepting these as the right stimulus for that mood. Newol knew he was a dashing wolf himself. He was of a royal pedigree after all, and all the fish that his diet consisted of these days, his pelt was healthy and had a good look to it. The scars across his muzzle where perhaps his favorite part about himself though. Because those scars where the difference between him and the temptress. His scars made him real.

Something about her, though, it struck a cord in him. He knew what, too. It was the fact that she was a woman, and that she was a looker. He was here to take a break, right? So take a break he would. He was willing to play the game for a rare change. So, throwing on a gentleman's smile, he closed his eyes in a low bow of his head, musing in his smooth voice. "Why, waiting for a chance to steal such a fine lady as you from the crowd, of course." And with that he raised his head, bringing his gaze back up to meet hers. His eyes now carrying a spark of confidences much like her own. Only a fool would think that a fool us h as Newol didn't know how to play. He'd meet the Queen of the temptresses upon first arriving in Alacritis, and she'd been the most enticing of them all. By now he'd learned a thing or two.

The fantastic babe was indeed a temptress but she was not a harlot like the rest of the girls that frolicked around Alactrica. Her bodice was pure of a mans graces. She had yet to sleep with any male, even her brother whom she was direly in love with. But, her love for him was quickly turning dull for he was often no where to be found. He was suppose to be her savior but he was merely a pillow on the nights he showed up on. Yet, the girl did not care. She was confident in her looks, she knew she could find a man. It was only a matter of time. Her body was painted with delightful tones of gold, ash, and alabaster. Her eyes flickered with cyan on the outsides but purple around the pupil. Nephele was indeed the sight of a Goddess, yet, she would remain untouched until she found a mate for life. Therefore, as she saw how the male next to her looked at her the girl would narrow her keen eyes and smirk slightly. Oh the babe loved to put up a chase. The way she moved and spoke was the way of a true succubus. But, in reality, she was quite innocent. Just learning from the woman around her. The babes orbs flicked to his with ease, observing him silently before his baritone vocals filled her white audits. "Why, waiting for a chance to steal such a fine lady as you from the crowd, of course." The girl would let her smirk widen slightly before a little laugh was emitted from her ravenous jaws. "Oh really now? And how do you think you are gonna get away with that, hm?" Nephele would lean closer to him slightly, snapping her jaws down a few seconds after her speech before looking down into the water. She turned her head away from his slightly, to deny him the sight of her beautifully marked mask. ""