The Ivory woman ran until she could run no more, when she could no longer run, she walked. He was gone, her daughter was gone, her son was gone. She had lost everything, and couldn't even punish the thing that took her lover from her. Anger, hate, and sadness controlled her now. Pepper hated her, Rumble had disappeared, and the damn albino took the one man she loved from her. She seethed with hatred for that demon. The anger was for herself. The sadness was for Lovatt. Never again would she be able to tell him she loved him, nor hear his voice in her ear as he whispered "I love you". Never again feel his warm touch or have his scent fill her den. Everything she had lived for was ripped from her by two ivory wolves. The possibility of ever finding another mate was ripped away by another ivory wolf. She would have the heads of the two from glaciem if it was the last thing she did. However the one who took away any possibility of a family, would remain within the boarders of Valhalla. When the tears finally stopped falling, because she had no more tears to shed. When the anger and sadness were morphed with the hate. All she had left was the want for revenge. Speech,

She had been wandering over this comfortably warm eastern area, and now she had spotted a pure white dame standing in the bay, mixed emotions roiling from her pelt in waves. She approached cautiously, unsure how to respond, how to greet this one. She simply cleared her throat to announce her presence, the strange creature lowering her dainty cranium and wagging her ivory dipped tail a few times across her hocks, violet gaze trained upon the despairing she wolf. Finally she would find her voice, the calm tones slipping between her ebony stained jaws. "Is something wrong, senorita?" She asked, tilting her cranium slightly to the side quizzically. Maybe she could be of service to the dame? No doubt she would at least be able to distract her, even momentarily from her obvious emotional turmoil. That was always a good thing to do, because peace was deserved by all. OOC: I hope you don't mind me throwing her in here, I just thought it would be interesting. :) Talk like this

Ears swiveled toward the other wolf when she heard the woman's throat clear. Aside from that she made no movement and remained silent. Sapphire eyes closed to the icy world. It seamed to be the only thing that had anything in common with her. It was cold, and cared for no one...the only difference is winter had never cared for anyone. Morgan had cared but the ones she loved either couldn't or wouldn't love her. She had not known who the wolf was as the scent was unknown to her. She knew that the woman was being cautious because she hadn't been keeping her emotions hidden and in check. Eventually the lass found her tongue. "Yes, dear girl. I don't believe things could go anymore wrong." her vocals came smoothly, calm and collected...though everything on the inside wanted to hunt down and kill Argent and Isardis. She turned to look at the girl. She hadn't been expecting to see a wolf that looked like an over grown fox, but the big surprise was that she was a manned wolf. She had heard of wolves such as this, but had never met one before. Regardless the surprise her face remained blank as she waited to see the reaction on the girls face. Speech,

When the woman finally let go of her voice, she seemed broken, simply through what little she did say, her voice was quite lacking in the area of emotions. That could only mean that whatever caused her grief was something core shaking, like the loss of someone close to her heart. Maybe she would get the chance to find out. The ivory woman turned to look upon the visage of the fiery dame, and she could see a hint of surprise in her oceanic pigmented optics as they met her own deep violet pools. "Okay. Do you wish to talk about it?" She asked, trying to help out as best she could. It was difficult to ease someone's pain, but sometimes they would want to get it off their chest, and it helped. Long ebony legs carried her slowly forward, her movements ending a few paces from the she wolf as she rested smoothly on her haunches and rested her dark purple gaze on the pale fae. She hoped she wasn't intruding too much, all she wanted to do was help out those she came across who needed it. Speech,

Morgan watched the lass as she spoke. The girl's violet eyes seemed to hold nothing more than care and curiosity. The icy sapphire blue ones, that looked back at the girl, held no such emotion. The ivory dame watched as the fox colored she wolf came forward, leaving only a few feet between them. The moment the words ceased to fall and the girls hind end hit the ground, Morgan began walking a slow circle around the larger wolf. She inspected every inch of the girl, yet kept the two or three foot distance. The woman's ears wear perked but her tail was down, not in submission but simply showing the girl she need not fear her. When she stopped back where she began Morgan spoke her answer "The better question is, are you sure you want to hear it?" her voice was soft but had a hint of revenge hidden within it. Her ears flickered backward only for a second, but still long enough for her right ear to come apart and be noticeable. Finally she sat a bit sideways, the new scars on her shoulder now visible to the girl, and if she were to look close enough even the scar on her stomach would be noticeable. Silently the woman waited for the girl to respond. Speech,

She watched the icy dame intently, her dainty cranium twisting with the she wolf as she was circled. Clearly the woman had no trust in strangers, but Araceli knew she meant no harm to the smaller dame. When the stranger resumed her seating in the same place, a question was posed to the giantess. All she responded with was a nod, thinking it better to remain silent for the next little while. Violet gaze caught many scars littering the dame's snowy frame, some on her shoulder, one along her stomach, and her ear was split. Interesting, but she would not comment, deciding to keep these things to herself until the she wolf became more comfortable with her.






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Morgan's tail wrapped around her as the younger girl nodded. Icy sapphire blue eyes closed to the world for only a moment, yet every time they closed she saw his bloodied body in the middle of a battlefield. She longed to look into his beautiful blue eyes, to hear his voice. Even to smell of him and feel his gentle touch again. Never again would any of those things happen. When her eyes opened to the world again they were full of sadness. "My daughter Bianca is dead, my son Rush is lost, my daughter Pepper hates me and therefor has left and my son Rumble has disappeared as well. Their father is a man who tricked me." This was only the beginning to all of this woman's problems but still she felt maybe some of the anger would be gone if someone were to just listen. Morgan met Araceli's violet gaze once more before continuing. "To further my problems, a woman I once called sister, tore away any possibility of having any children with the man I love, or anyone for that matter. The ivory woman looked away for a moment in pause. She debated for a moment about even mentioning Lovott. The woman did not wish to remember her love laying torn and broken in the middle of a field. She looked back with tears in her eyes, yet hate filled them. "But the thing that leaves me the most broken is that the two ivory rats from Glaciem murdered my husband. I hadn't gotten to speak to him in a few days. Id returned to our den, but he was at Valhalla's boarders for reasons I will never get to know. I was just close enough to hear him call for help...but I wasn't fast enough to help him. her words were quiet, but strong. "I sprinted as fast as I could but when I arrived the alphas of Glaciem stood over his body. His blood dripped from their jaws and covering their chests and paws. I couldn't move, the thought or rather prayer 'please move' kept running through my mind. I tried to force myself to charge forward and ambush them as they had him but my body wouldn't listen to my mind. By the time my legs did what I wanted them to the field was full of wolfs from both Valhalla, Glaciem, Tortuga and even Amenti. A boy got in my path. He was much larger than myself but he was still just a kid. "The boy tore into my shoulder, and I dealt out some damage myself. By the time we stopped fighting I had lost Isardis and Argent in the mass of fighting wolves. I tried to go back to Lovott, to pull him from the field but I was chased off. Forced to leave him laying there in a pool of his own blood. I will either torture them until they wish they were dead and then rip them limb from limb, or ill die trying." Speech,

A slight frown would crease her brows slightly as she listened, hearing the hardships this ivory dame had overcome. She said nothing, keeping the talking to a minimum until the stranger would finish, and then she would decide whether to say anything. Clearly the wounds were still fresh, so her plans could be changed in the future. Large audits would flicker in response to the rage in the snow furred she wolf's words. She stood, approaching the dame cautiously and seating herself so she was flank to flank with the stranger. She rested her tiara against the smaller woman's shoulder, her voice falling from her ebony maw a murmur. "Fate is a fickle monster, Senora. Sometimes you have to lose something, to gain something even better. All you can do now is wait." She said, her voice low and soothing. She was trying to make the woman feel better, maybe there was something she could do to help her, other than offering a shoulder to cry on. She lifted her delicate head to gaze at the alabaster fae with deep violet pools, a smile teasing the corners of the giantess' obsidian lips, a sheepish, self conscious smile. "I'm sorry if that makes no sense, my English is still getting better." She told the icy eyed lupine, knowing full well sometimes she made absolutely no sense to others because she didn't know her second language very well. Talk like this

Morgan had seen all the reactions the giant of a girl had given her, aside from the short moment when she had looked away. Everything from the frown on her face to the flicker of the girls large ears. Even with all of that she could not have guessed what she did next. When the lass stood, the ivory woman assumed she was going to turn and leave. Instead the girls long legs brought her to her, leaving the ivory woman to assume that she would walk by her. Oh how she had been wrong. Instead of doing what was expected, the giantess sat next to her and put her head on her shoulder. Just as her daughter Pepper use to do. Words fell softly from the other's maw. For a moment Morgan wasn't sure what to do. She didn't even know how to reply to the young girl for that matter. When the young woman lifted her head from her shoulder, Morgan's sapphire blue pools met her violet ones. With The apology and the small sheepish smile, Morgan gave one of her own. The feeling was almost alien to the woman as she hadn't smiled in weeks. "It is fine dear girl. I apologize for my lack of manners as well, I am Morgan...what shall I call you?" Though she was still furious, and still planned to rip apart Isardis and Argent, she found no reason to take any of her anger out on this lass. Speech,

The dame seemed extremely surprised by her behaviour, but a smile finally broke over her lips in response. An introduction was made, and the giantess dipped her delicate cranium respectfully in greeting. "My name is Araceli, senora Morgan." She replied, smiling shyly. She decided to leave her last name out, since it seemed to confuse other's a bit, having her first name sound so much more Spanish than her last name. Her regal features turned to look over at the scenery around the pair, curious as to what it was like around here. The bay's colours were quite exquisite, with the cyan starting at the edge of the sand and then darkening steadily as it went further and further out into the sea. Her deep violet optics scanned the beach, taking in the strange land. Quickly she returned her purple gaze to the alabaster femme beside her, and her soft vocals fell from her ebony stained maw. "Do you want to find something to eat?" She asked the ice eyed she wolf, tilting her delicate cranium to the side quizzically. Speech,

The lass would give a name and Morgan would smile in response. Araceli was the name of her company. Of the girl who's small action reminded her of her daughter, Pepper. Though the smile Araceli gave was a shy one, the ivory woman's gaze did not waver. Not even when the girls own violet gaze was trained elsewhere. She took this moment to further observe the large fox colored dame. Before the only thing she had bothered to take in was the girls size, violet gaze, and fox colored pelt. The ebony that covered her legs, like socks, did not reach as high on her back legs as they did on her front. Her tail was short and her ears were large. The fur surrounding her neck was so thick that it created the mane that, combined with her size, gave away her breed. The last thing Morgan took notice of, before Araceli turned her violet optics back on her, was the small arrow like marking on the girls chest. The snowy she wolf quickly found something else for her icy gaze to taint as the girl spoke once more. With the question of food Morgan's stomach growled in reminder of the lack of food she had had in the last few days. The sea held her gaze for only a moment longer before she looked back up at the girl. "How does fish sound?" she answered with another question. Speech,

She could feel the eyes of her pale companion upon her, but she did not mind, the giantess was used to it by now. When the dame responded to her inquiry, it was another question. A smile played at her dainty features, the lass enjoying her time with this stranger. "It's been quite some time since I had fish." She replied, her voice taking on a light chuckle. Standing, the fox like creature pivoted her cranium to scan the beach for an appropriate place to fish. With her short ivory tail, the woman beckoned for her newfound friend to follow as she trotted onto the pale sand of the beach. The warmth was wonderful under her tea cupped paws, reminiscent of home. There were a few rocks farther into the water, where one could perch while they fished. Her voice found it's way from her throat as she rambled on to her companion. "I once met a creature, who used it's tail to fish. It would let it sit in the water without moving, until a fish bit it. Then it would grab the fish and throw it onto the shore. Strange, isn't it?" The fiery creature asked, though she knew it was strange. She had met many beasts who would appear quite outlandish and unusual to the wolves and other beasts here, but to her this place was strange and foreign. Padding into the salty waters, long limbs kept her from needing to swim for longer than the she wolf could, the warm aqua brushing her pale belly fur. Rearing up, the she knight placed her front paws upon the jagged ebony stone. Stepping onto it, she rested her haunches upon it and waited for the scattered fish to return. No doubt it would take a bit, luckily the next rock was close to her, so Morgan could speak with her while they fished. Speech,

Silently, Morgan followed the lass into the water. She two had noticed the rocks only she wasn't sure if she would be able to stand on them to fish as the ivory woman was not as tall as Araceli was. She had even had to start swimming before the other she wolf had. As her company spoke, Morgan listened. "You say it used it's tail to fish? That is quite strange." The woman had never heard of such a thing let alone see it. While she tried to imagine such a creature she climbed up on the next rock. Thankfully it was large enough for her to stand on. With water up to her chest she couldn't move much or the fish would never come. As the water moved so did her fur, making her look much fluffier than she truly was. Though she knew the moment she stepped out of the water she would look like a drown rat. "I wonder what we will catch today..." she thought aloud. Speech,

Her companion acknowledged the queer manner of the creature's fishing technique, which brought a chuckle from the fiery lady's throat as she nodded in agreement. With the warm waters rocking her petite frame back and forth, her shoulders stuck out of the water and allowed her some movement in her forelimbs should she require them for something other than balance. As the alabaster she wolf mused upon the topic of their prey, a bright thought entered the mind of the Spanish giantess. A smirk slowly crept up her lips, baring her fangs in a lupine grimace of glee. "Would you bet on our kill?" She inquired, flicking her dark violet gaze to the smaller woman with a sly grin. "I say we catch one of those soon." She giggled, gesturing with her muzzle towards a shoal of small, glittering fish that were herding themselves up towards the beach at a quick pace. They would no doubt soon reach the pair, and their ability to catch them would not rely on skill very much, since the ebony legged dame had hunted them before, and they were quite stupid. Holding her deep purple gaze on the features of the pale femme across from her, she waited for a response. "Speech"