Shackles made of steel and bones
He knew he had to go back though. If he didn't, she would find him. She didn't need her eyesight to find him, her other heightened senses would do the job for her. And if she found him, she would destroy him; probably not enough to kill him, after all, if he was dead, he wouldn't be able to feel her claws and fangs ripping him apart anymore. As much as he despised being under her control, he wasn't willing to risk her wrath like that. He would go back, eventually. Besides, it was a way of life he'd grown used to by now... and it wasn't all bad.
But for today, he'd enjoy a little time to himself. Finding the strange ice bridge, and feeling the warmth of the early summer air, an amused grin spread across his mug. Maybe if he crossed it, he'd end up on the other side and the ice would melt, and he'd be alone until the ice froze again. A harsh chuckle escaped him as his dark paws carried him over the bridge, coming to the strange island-like land mass that looked like the landing site of a giant meteor. A strange misty steam seemed to be coming up from the middle, beyond the yearling saplings. Not normally a curious creature, he'd make an exception today, having seen nothing new in seasons. He wandered and descended until he came to the strange, steaming pool at the middle of the island. At the edge of the water he stood, his singular sky blue eye scanning about his surroundings calmly, feeling somewhat relaxed for the first time in ages.
a raven in a flock of crows
she will destroy as she pleases
A small ocean breeze ran through her coat, running along the large cicatrix on her right side. Tail curled over her spine in domineer and malice. Through her travels, many had crossed her path, and many did not enjoy her presence. Did she care? Not really, why should she? There was nothing to care for, she had killed her whole family. She was careless, she had no heart, she would never ever have a heart. It would be a miracle if she came to like somebody as a friend or companion, because she didn't even want one. The only thing she desired is to conquer and destroy, that was her main goal for these lands.
She continued on her walk, looking over the strange and new land. What was that? A new smell? Another wolf? Good. A wicked grin was painted on her maw, thick ivories glinting in the summer sun. Massive legs pulled her forth to find this new being who had caught her attention. Looking down at the crater before her, an individual standing by the water. Now, she wasn't a stealthy creature because she did not really need to be. She was not quiet and she didn't plan on surprising the being. She analyzed him with a quick look, and noted that the being was a male. "Hola señor." The Spanish accent slipping off her tongue with ease, she did not know what language she spoke. Many wolves in her past pack had spoken Spanish, but Florinia taught her to be fluent in English too. Her gaze flickered over to the steaming pool before them, "It's as if want to take a dip or something." she joked, the same wicked grin on her maw as she studied him. Hm, he seems quite calm right now. What a shame if he suddenly wasn't.
"Go in for a dip?" he questioned with a sneer, turning to face her frontally, "And then come out and freeze my tail off? As if!" Were all women this stupid? It may have been summer, but the north still held harsh climates, no matter where one wandered - you would find ice and snow at some point. He couldn't understand why she had come to waste his time, his precious alone time, with such an idiotic question. His singular eye searched over her frame, landing on her face and locking with her duo-toned eyes. "So, what other stupid thing are you going to suggest?" he snarked. Did the brute ever have anything nice to say? No, not really. He really didn't care if he offended her. And he had no intention of holding his tongue now that he didn't have to.
a raven in a flock of crows
she will destroy as she pleases
She sat her rump down, "Seems like you've got a lot to worry about. The cold, your tail.. Quite interesting. What else do you have to cry about?" she asked, a hint of a growl in her voice as she inquired about his pathetic life. Her eyes narrowed and hackles rose, test me. "I'm Verana, by the way. You are?" she asked, wanting to know the name of the male who cared more about himself than anything else. Selfish and stupid bastard who she had bothered to confront, maybe she would have to teach him a lesson, play with him for awhile, and then simply leave. Both of them seemed quite arrogant, and they probably wouldn't be getting along anytime soon. She didn't care though, and in fact she didn't want to get along with him. She would gladly destroy him, but she would let him talk first and give him some time to flee before she made a move. How dangerous the mind was, how dangerous Verana was, and he had no clue. That was his fault though, he had simply made the wrong move, and she would make him pay for it.
He sighed as she seated herself, looking as though she was going to get comfortable. Was she actually just going to hang around here and lecture him? He came to a stop in front of her, though he was too edgy to sit down like she had. He saw no reason to leave himself vulnerable. He snorted, digging his claws into the ground. He'd been here first, and there was no way he was leaving just because she'd made an appearance. "I guess the next thing I'd have to cry about is your existence," he mumbled, tail flicking irritably - her prickly attitude and low growl didn't disturb him. Seeking out her two-toned gaze again, he tried to decipher her thoughts, but so far it seemed futile.
Annoyingly, she bothered to introduce herself, and ask who he was in return. "Ehrgeiz," he replied gruffly, wondering why he bothered to humor her, but he supposed he had nothing better to do, "I'd say it's a pleasure, but I'd be lying." His tone was dry, ears flicking as he raised a brow at her. He eyed her, sizing her up, and wondering what was going on in her head. Clearly she wasn't amused with him and his reactions, but her demeanor was cold, revealing nothing. He wondered if she was going to simply ignore his petty attitude, or if she had a surprise in store for him. Having no sense of pride left to himself, he didn't care to start a fight, but he'd certainly take pleasure in fighting with her. It had been a long, long time since he'd been in a fight, and he wouldn't mind digging his fangs into someone else's flesh.
a raven in a flock of crows
she will destroy as she pleases
Powerful limbs pushed her massive body forwards, and soon enough she went off into a canter away from the fool she had just encountered. If he chose to follow, he would be in for a big surprise. A smirk on her lips as she thought about it further, but she didn't find him all too interesting. A waste of her time, he didn't deserve her attention. She had better things to do anyways. [ exit verana ]
And then, she just swiped a big wave of slush over his face, and turned around to leave. "So you just came here to disturb the peace and waste my time?" he snarled after her as she wandered away from him, "Now you're just leaving?! That's great!" His tail lashed as he watched her go. Well, she had left him with a challenge. Oh, he was definitely going to get in trouble with her at some point. But not today. Today was his first day out on his own in ages, and he wasn't going to waste it chasing her down. He'd remember her face, her name, and her scent, and one day he would find her. For now, he turned back toward the steaming water, setting his gaze back out across the strange expanse of land.