A slime-soaked shadow slinked through the underbrush of the swamp. All was silent, with the exception of the occasional splash of the water and plop of mud as she walked. Ravage was in a deep part of the swamp; even at her height the murky waters reached her neck. Her nose was kept higher than the surface of the brown liquid to avoid its stench. While she breathed in, Ravage tried to focus on anything other than the stink of marsh, but it was proving somewhat difficult. All of the signature smells were stale and blended with the overcoming gaseousness of the wet environment. For the time being, the shewolf was alone. She had been wandering the swamp all night, and the darkness was beginning to recede. Her yellow eyes glowed skeptically, as if she suspected some hidden enemy of watching her. Her head turned and she stopped; something had moved in a nearby bush, she was sure of it. Her dark mouth lowered and she approached the half-submerged plant. A frog suddenly gave away its hiding place by splashing then retreated to the depths of the marsh. Ravage growled, unsatisfied. She was tired of the mud and had lost patience hours ago. Moving on, Ravage reached a shallow portion of the swamp. Glad to be out of the deep water, the female appreciated the feeling of a more solid surface to tread upon. The sludge dripped off her body in large quantities, falling to the damp earth in loud thuds. The lower part of her was coated in a dark layer of mud, turning sections of brown fur almost black in color. She raised her dripping tail and then shook out her coat quickly.

He was untouchable. The Arkhos was a beacon of power and held no shame in showing the fact that he was quite aware of that very fact. Jaws were slavering and he moved as a serpent--low to the ground and coy. Though, it would be a lie to act as though his appearance was attractive for it certainly lacked that aspect entirely. A thud was heard not so far off--though it wasn't typical such as a fall or even a break; no it was more of a slosh and it didn't stop; it rolled.

He broke past the barriers (the trees and green) of the terrain and it didn't take long for the swamp to push its ghastly stench onto everything. Resisting the urge to gag and push forth anything that he had consumed Syrinx reserved himself to silence and stillness and listened. Moments later her scent was prevalent and he sought her out and desired to lay eyes on her. Still, it was nothing impressive and he would wrinkle his nose in distaste. Golden eyes shined through muck and disgust and Syrinx uttered a simple sound, "ew," but he had the right to judge, no? Was she going to ignore his presence and audacity or was she one to snap and bark and preferably bite?

The wolf's eyes glared through the early morning shadows, ears were pointed forward to better cradle the sounds of Syrinx's entry, and her mouth was spread in a skeletal smile that showcased her gleaming fangs. And what sort of greeting would this visitor bring the queen of chaos? An insult. Ravage was visibly affected by the male's audacious remark; her ears shot back against her head and her smile briefly morphed into a snarl. "You must be mad to mock my beauty when half of your face is missing." Ravage spat her angry words at the russet male, her brindle hackles standing on end. Clearly the newly crowned king didn't know the dangers of insulting an egomaniac, but he would learn.

a low laugh withdrew from the man's throat and he stared at the tainted beauty. dark lips turned into a decent smile and he offered her his sincerest words, "My face is missing? How strange...I wasn't aware," Lies of course, but his smile turned up in a more coy and less juvenile and sly manner. Far less malicious than the previous glower he had presented her with. She was a spit-fire and it was all he had yearned to see. Tongue climbed across his face and he gently devoured her with hungry and curious eyes, "Syrinx Adravendi, ma b?lle. Might I ask your name?' a subtle rise of what would be his brow and he would stare at her pondering her ravaging stance and her incomparable method of taking a sort of upper handle. How well she would look sitting amongst his in Amenti--but aye she was not his own prize for a woman was not a man's to clam...though nor a man a woman's. They were each their own and though he could tear nations with her mere mention though his aspiration to have her dwindled and alas...he did not want.

His dark sense of humor would coax an almost genuine giggle from the woman's mouth. The mother of lies could always recognize her children, even when they dropped from the lips of another. "Someone stole your face without you even noticing?" She teased, playing along with his game. Her sunken reptilian eyes admired the exposed bone and she found her mouth watering. She desired just a taste, and the dark mistress would see her appetite sated. Ravage slunk closer to the male, slowly bringing her face close to his. "Did you thank this thief?" She whispered. If the male would tolerate her close proximity then she would allow her pink tongue to gently caress his jawbone.

Syrinx was more of the silent type, and yet he spoke so quickly to the black serpent woman. A smirk tugged at his inky (and also missing) lips and he watched her carefully. He could never place trust in her--that would be far too dangerous; but perhaps he could grow fond of her mutually stone like personage and her evident ability to take the oddest of things and make them into something regarding hilarity. Tongue climbed across his lips and his bright gaze remained on her...lingering...for some time more. "Anything is possible," he cooed--careful as she approached him, and yet, he remained perfectly relaxed; treating her as though she were welcome to him, "Afraid not. He was faster than I...you see," a man of humility? No--but he was more than willing to climb along with the moment of jest they had going.

He didn't realize what was happening until she burned him.

Eos had been the last to touch him in any manner that was not particularly violent and he could feel the curl of anger rise in his chest. Though--it was not at her so much as it was at himself for allowing her such close proximity and to enjoy his feel. The fire king did not revel in the fact that he too was a man that could easily fall into his wanton desires...she, however, would feel the rebuttal of his refusal to accept his normalcy as his head turned towards her and jaws fell agape. Teeth attempted to wrap lightly around the scruff of her neck--and it would be the only thing he would attempt to do for he was frozen. She did not deserve his anger and he hungered for her to have it.

The woman's tongue would gently explore the contours of Syrinx's exposed jawbone, if only for a moment. His almost instantaneous reaction to her invasion only made the bitch more satisfied, she reveled in the way she could crack his composure like the delicate shell of an egg. However, the dark wolf wasn't expecting such a turn of events, so she couldn't help the high pitched yelp she produced once fangs captured her scruff. She recovered from the surprise and relaxed into his violent embrace, submitting for now. "That's quite a temper you have." She spoke to him, hoping that she could avoid sustaining injury during this encounter. Ravage knew she wouldn't win in a fight with this brute, she toppled her enemies through underhanded tricks and manipulation, not in a fair fight where brute strength decided the outcome. "Would an apology be enough to convince you to release me? I'll even tell you my name."

She understood that his anger was a storm. Something he didn't fancy always pushing on others--and yet he could not hold back the wrath he brought. Of course, who could deny the beauty and passion of a storm when viewed in the proper way? Who could deny that every fiber of destruction crafted a piece of elegance in the surrounding terrain. Syrinx couldn't, and neither could his petite friend. Eyes were glued onto the spot his teeth had so perfectly wrapped around. Her words rang in his ears and his jaws tightened only a bit before he unclamped and released her. "I don't need your apologies..." He watched her and wondered what the empress was doing alone. with Isardis out. Syrinx could only imagine that he would love to add her to his collection. That's all she would be. An ornament. "What do you want?" Why was she here? Perhaps that would have been the better question. Though, syrinx had a tendency to be tactless; and now was only a prime example of such traits. They would burn him alive--of this he had long ago accepted.

Ravage let out a lung-full of breath and took a few cursory steps back from Syrinx. She stared purposefully in his direction as she shook out her fur, the individual dark hairs laying back down after their previous molestation. "Very well." the goddess said smoothly raising her chin in unspoken pride. "I am Ravage Azathoth." His next question made her consider dropping the veil for a moment, telling this stranger that all she wanted on this mortal plain was to be the bringer of chaos, the end of of all order. But that kind of knowledge could only be revealed in the company of someone like-minded. Such trust was reserved for those most worthy. "I think my wants will go unsaid for now." She spoke with regal grace as she delivered the words, "What should happen if my motivations conflict with your own? I think it safer to hold my tongue around a male with a tendency for violence."

Syrinx was not one to make fun with or to make haste of a game. he had tendencies to do what was wrong on most occassions, and his acquaintance here had been shown that exactly. Quick to react and even quicker to question everything around him. For one, why was she so careful and well-calculated? She surely had somebody that planned to tend to her? She was a harbinger of something (of what he did not know) and she held every reason in the world to bring destruction as she so saw fit. For, even on the side of good--of one was tending to the needs of others; they were acting as a beneficiary of sorts, "I would say pleasure to meet you, but I doubt you'd believe me," the russet Arkhos would allow a sightly smirk to encumber his features and he lowered his head--a bow as though she were meeting someone exponentially important. Perhaps someone she should have wanted to meet. His egocentric attitude was his biggest fault, even he had accepted this, "--And I am Syrinx Adravendi," the words curled off his tongue with a perfect flow and he only allowed the progression of their conversation. He was not quite bored with this girl; with Ravage. "How droll," but that was somewhat a lie. For her to not wish to tell him! It ebbed at his curiosity an dmade him brim with will to find out what it was. Stoicism would masquerade this newly found ambition and he pressed on to answer her, "Perhaps you will be one of my enemies. Perhaps I'll rip out your throat and feed it to Vyvienne," she didn't know who Vyvienne was, but used in that context she was made a goddess, "Though if you allied yourself with me--I would rip out the throats of others before harm befell you," he rolled his shoulders, "I have only three goals. Protect Valhalla. Protect my children. Protect those who dare swear fealty unto me. The rest of the world is in need of burning," To be rid of its disgust.

There had been a change in the wind and certainly a change in this male's approach. Ravage paid attention to this adjustment in temperament, wary of his intentions. Still, she preferred this polite bowing Syrinx to the savage wolf she had met moments before. Ravage, like other creatures prone to egoism, was easily appeased by the respect she believed was owed her. Black-tipped tail rose and wagged slowly, "I do believe you." Of course it was a pleasure to be in the presence of Ravage Azathoth, bringer of chaos. He should count himself lucky that the psychopath hadn't labeled him as prey, yet. For now he was considered an interesting, albeit dangerous, plaything. Her posture tensed slightly at the threat, but otherwise she was unmoved. It would be a heavy risk to become an enemy of this individual, a risk she could not yet afford. "Perhaps." Was her dry answer. The poison dancing in her bright eyes spoke volumes more. The name Vyvienne was unfamiliar to her, but she placed it in the back of her mind for later. No one will be tasting my flesh, only the greatest funeral pyre will devour me. The offer laid out on the table was unexpected, but certainly appreciated. The arrangement he offered wasn't sweet enough bait to lure in the dark she-wolf, not until the word "burning" reached her ears. This gave her pause as she imagined the world's ashes smoldering at her feet. Could this Syrinx truly help her in this? "You have been patient, so I will share my intentions." For some reason Ravage felt like being semi-honest with this male, about as genuine as she could possibly be. "I serve no master save for chaos, it will always be this way." She paused, her expression serious and unyielding. "Would you ask a hurricane to swear fealty to you? A wildfire? You will find I am no different."

There was always something off about Syrinx. He was unnatural and eerie. Though, this was naturally looked at in several different ways. Not all would fear him as though he liked to think they should, and not all would look to him for the answers he so perfectly knew the answer to. That was fine, he would not blame them for their skepticism. In his head he could hear the voices of everyone around him. He knew about his mother. His father. He knew the voices talking to him were them asking him to relent. But, in his own way he was carrying out a mission that they had put him on. It was his own form of rebellion--carried onto his shoulders until so long after his parents had been tucked away. This was a surprise, howevver. Syrinx had never been mistreated as a child. He had been doted on as the first born and loved as though he needed it. He was only doing this for them...for their legacy.

Survival of the fittest was a dangerous game to play.

"How exciting..." he purred as she so easily declared he had become worthy of knowing her intentions. His curiosity was sparked more than he was letting on and he waited for miss Azathoth to explain to him what it was that she was plotting against the world. She was a daring psychopath, but he could easily admit that he liked the way she thought. The power she embodied was something not everyone could pull off. erhaps it were her eyes--so bright and yet also calculating. Perhaps it was the mere color of her hairs-Smoke. The remnants of a fire. Together--he could be the fire--and she could be the smoke. The fire that would not be tamed and brought initial destruction. She, the smoke, that filled the lungs of many and choked them as easily as a man wrapping strong hands around a nimble neck. How easy.

He takes a step towards her and silence erupts in plentiful. Her first statement was so genuine. She would serve...near nothing. And yet he attempts to turn his head towards her face again--to huskily whisper to her, "--and what if I am chaos? You would then serve me," A low chuckle would spring from his lips as the dark moment faded and he were left staring at her in wait. Such darkness and simply perfect configuration. He was intrigued and hungry for this alone, "I would. Simply for the challenge. I'm a glutton, mon petite. I crave the challenge--the chase, and I want it to be difficult. What is the fun of chance if there is nothing to strive towards," He would answer her with a question, which in his mind was fine--but he would find that she was so confused. He was much more than a simple wild fire.

At first the russet male's silence worried her, but Ravage refused to let any anxiety show on her face. She would stare right back at Syrinx, watching as he neared her. At last his words would put her worries to rest, and she eyed him with new regard. The woman placed a serene smile on her charcoal maw, her instincts never failed her. Perhaps it was the fiery coat that convinced her to place some trust in this stranger, or perhaps she was simply feeling reckless that day. Regardless, it appeared she and Syrinx were of a like mind. She was new to these lands, and a worthy ally was a rare treasure. "You are not chaos." She whispered almost sadly back at him. "And you are not my master." He would need to use more than words to convince the demoness to join his fold, but Ravage intended on giving him ample opportunity to prove himself. For now she would move away from him, keeping some distance between their bodies. If he wanted a chase, she would give him one. The dark coated female turned away from her companion, inwardly hating herself for offering her back to another, and proceeded to walk slowly in her chosen direction. "Fire is a true glutton, it seeks to engulf and devour everything in its path." She would speak, loud enough for him to hear even if he didn't follow her.