ooc: set during end of winter since I got my dates confused

Valdís deviated from her usual patrol route to stalk through the garden that stretched out a short ways from the castle. It was a mess of strange plants and the remnants of what had once been a wall. Talis had been quiet of late but that wasn't surprising. Everyone had been left sort after the raid.  Soon though she planned to call them all together for warrior training. They'd been so close to winning the raid, a few more victories and success would've been theirs though she wondered if the pack was even interested in training. She'd need to think if some way to make it interesting… Kicking around a loose stone she just let her mind wander, thoughts drifting from fighting to Ásvor and back to fighting again until she had the sudden sense that someone was watching her. Emerald eyes narrowed as she tool in her surroundings. "Talk" "You" Think

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Ashiel was milling about Auster, thoughts whirling through his head as he worked on making plans. There was so much to do, so much to think about and he knew he needed to be patient. He was too young to be thinking about a pack right this second but in the same token he felt a fire burning bright in his heart. It was pulsing through his body, telling him the moment was now. His uncle had made the first bold move and Ashiel was anxious for his family to make another.

He entered the stone garden that his mother told him was called the "god's garden". Naturally, Ashiel attributed it to the fallen god though he didn't know what to make of this all. He supposed he'd pray for guidance, or at least that had been the plan, until he noticed a lovely, well-built woman standing in the garden. Well… wasn't this interesting.

Ashiel cleared his throat and moved to speak to her. "Hello there, I'm Ashiel Abraxas. What brings you here?"

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Valdís turned to see a large yearling standing there, staring at her with startling green eyes that seemed as verdant as the garden. Her own emerald gaze narrowed warily. In her eyes he was a scrappy youth so she doubted he posed that much of a threat but when he introduced himself as Ashiel Abraxas her thoughts immediately went to Pyralis, the nutty loner she'd met sometime back but perhaps she'd heard the surname wrong. Surely these two weren't related? She pushed it from her mind. "Valdís Thyre. I'm simply here to think and clear my head. I didn't expect to have company. What of you. Why are you here?" "Talk" "You" Think

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The woman introduced herself as Valdís Thyre. When she'd turned to him he noticed the striking mask that outlined her face amongst a field of silver. He was having… stirrings. What was happening to him? One of his ears flicked back as he looked away. Why was he feeling like this? He really needed to talk to his uncle Amon or perhaps one of his older cousins. He'd ask his mother but… well its not like she'd understand, being a woman anyway.

"I came to pray for guidance from the fallen god but don't worry, I will pray silently so as not to disturb you." He turned away. Meeting a strange and beautiful woman in a garden… goodness he better get to praying. Not that she seemed all that interested in him and what the hell was he thinking anyway? He knew nothing of women and she was almost twice his age!


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Valdís watched the young man carefully, curiosity alight in her eyes at the mention of prayer and the fallen god. She wasn't much of a religious wolf. Her family held loose beliefs and she didn't particularly subscribe to any. "Well, you've already disturbed me so I may as well take the company. Maybe you can help sort out my thoughts if you don't mind listening to a stranger ramble. Of course if you wish to pray first go for it but out of curiosity what are you seeking guidance for and who is this 'fallen god'? Who knows, maybe your prayers have already been answered." She grinned mischievously at the young male. He was a curious one to be sure. "Talk" "You" Think

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The woman, Valdís, didn't seem to bothered by his company and he grinned at her statement, trying not to look directly into those emerald green eyes. Goodness was she really a mortal or some kind of spirit in her own right? No, surely not. But really, a mortal help him fulfill his grand destiny? He doubted it but he'd humor her. "I pray for guidance as a ruler. You see I intend to start my own pack soon and as for the 'fallen' god I am one of his descendants and it is our mission, our destiny, to spread across this land and conquer it. Nothing personal of course." He could tell by the woman's pelt that she was part of the pack, Talis, that resided in Auster. "As such I'm not sure if you could help me unless you are also a leader and have some advice to offer?"


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Ashiel perplexed her but she was impressed with his ambition. Very few had the drive to push for alphaship and fewer still would make it a point to seek out guidance from some sort of celestial ancestor. "I have to say I find the idea that you're descended from a god difficult to believe. In fact I rather think you're soft in the head. What makes you believe such a thing?" Either some of his ancestors were mentally deficient or they swallowed and reprocessed their egos so much that they actually started to believe they were something more special than the rest of the creatures that crawled in the muck. "In some ways I am a leader. I'm the Crimson Crusader of Talis. The chieftess of its warriors…" Her voice fell of though. She had this position but she hadn't really done much to show for it and she'd yet to hold any training. "But I can't say I have any advice to offer. In fact I could use some advice myself." "Talk" "You" Think

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Ashiel glared at the woman, his voice slipping from between his teeth sharp and low. "Have care how you speak. That is my god you're talking about and I would happily rend your tongue from your skull for those words but I'm feeling… gracious today." He pondered her question though all the same and his brow furrowed at the doubt that seemed to blossom unbidden in his chest. "I believe my family and the miracles they have told me. My uncle killed the alpha of Dragoste. Took him out in one move, a single bite. We are gifted and blessed. There are countless stories I could tell you. But before you ask if I bleed as that is such a common question amongst you mortals, I do. We are bound to mortal form until we fulfill our destiny and ascend." Ashiel drew himself up, his chest thrust out, tail held high in a dominant position that was also intentionally threatening. The woman was fit and well built but he was tall and bigger and a year of experience wasn't enough to scare him though as she mentioned that she was the leader of Talis' fighting forces Ashiel felt suddenly unsure. She'd be a strong opponent either way. "Well… I'm afraid I don't have any advice for you but I would be curious just to see how skilled you really are in battle." He moved across from her, leaving ten feet between them as he set his defenses, gazing questioningly at her. Did she dare to battle the godling?

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"Easy there. I mean no disrespect but I'm just not the religious type and no account of miracles will sway my mind when I have nothing more than your word they're true." She grinned though, finding his over-reaction quite amusing, as well as his threat. What an over-confident little pain in the neck. "How convenient you're stuck in mortal form. If that's true then you're capable of dying just like the rest of us and you've no way to prove your divinity. Oh, I'm sorry was that disrespectful?" She rolled her shoulders forward confidently but at the mention that the boy's uncle had killed the alpha of Dragoste a frown crossed her face. She did not know the man personally or the pack but there was something in the way Ashiel said it that made her take that as truth. "Fine… I believe that at least. And yes, a battle sounds just fine. I would love to see how you stack up and whether you've the same marks of skill as your uncle. So go ahead, first move is yours." Valdís turned to face the young man, her defenses flying up. "Aww… look at you little tough guy. You look almost good enough to eat." She ran her tongue across her teeth just watching how it made him uncomfortable. She'd been getting a sense from the way that he looked at her that there was a slight attraction and while she had no intention of taking advantage of the younger male she did enjoy watching the self-proclaimed 'god' squirm. "Talk" "You" Think

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She was so frustrating! Ashiel felt a rush of heat to his cheeks, to his head and to his uh… nether regions. He just could not make heads or tails of this woman and how dare she disrespect him. "Honey, when I'm through with you you'll be eating nothing but liquified organ meat." Ashiel set his defenses and eyed the woman before his powerful hind legs uncoiled, launching him forward to close the distance between them. His weight shifted to his hindlegs as he through his forelegs up seeking to wrap them around the base of her neck in front of her shoulders. Simultaneously he'd seek to throw his chest square into hers with hopefully enough force to knock the breath from her lungs. Jaws gaping wide he sought to bury his upper teeth in the right side of her forehead and his lower fangs on the left. He wanted to give her a terrible, bleeding head wound. HIs original intent was to go for her eyes but as annoying as she was there was something else about her that captivated him and he just couldn't bring himself to pierce those emerald green eyes that sent his blood racing.

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She grinned at him coyly. "Promises, promises." Maybe it was her heat that had her acting this way but once the fight was sent to begin it was like a switch went on in her head. Her defenses fell swiftly into position, her emerald eyes focused and intent as he barreled toward her. Her best hope would be to rely on her speed but she wanted to press right into him, head on and bold, soaked in her own wants and her own trickeries. If this little boy wanted to be a man so bad, fine. They crashed into each other but not before Valdís ducked her head and rotated it sharply to her left seeking to catch the boys throat in her jaws. His fangs clipped the right side of her forehead but failed to grab a hold as he carried himself right into her open jaws. Her jaws snapped shut on his throat but there was a good deal of fur, fat and muscle. That was fine, she knew it would take work to pierce the vulnerable veins and arteries beneath all this and her goal was mostly to scare him. Valdís inner celebration though was cut short as his chest slammed into hers, bending her neck painfully and sending her skidding backward but she didn't fall. His arms were around the base of his neck and she swiftly wrapped her own arms around his his. They were pressed in close, blood tinted the air and she could practically feel his heart hammering in his chest. Did he feel hers? Had she had full capacity of her senses she'd have wondered what she was thinking. "Talk" "You" Think

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Ashiel could've sworn his heart stopped as his fangs missed their intended target and he felt jaws around his throat. No! How could she have- this was just the first move- Ashiel was impressed and for a moment he wondered if this woman was simply a mere mortal but he didn't take time to ponder it. He was in a dangerous spot and he needed to act swiftly. A foreign scent hit him this close to quarters with him and he felt it affecting his head and his body. Why did she smell like this? Her arms wrapped around his neck. Shit, focus! Malleus, Pyralis, Amon, they'd all be so embarrassed with how he was behaving.

Ashiel had the advantage in weight and he wrapped his arms tighter around her neck, evened out his wait then violently rotated his upper body to his left seeking to throw her lighter frame on the ground. Simultaneously he rotated his head sharply to his right, seeking to grasp her right ear, though pinned, in his jaws so he could snip it off and tear her forehead apart as he did so.

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Valdís victory was short lived as he twisted with more force than she thought he could manage, hurling her onto her right side, his fangs tearing into the upper right portion of her head but just missing her ear. The impact and his writhing dislodged her jaws as she gasped, surprised at his stubbornness though she really shouldn't have been. The little punk had been nothing but stubborn so far. Her hind legs kicked out as she sought to kick him violently in the belly. She'd entertained the idea of trying to hit his family jewels but she wanted to instead to kick him with enough force to make him sick. If she could get him to hesitate for a few moments she could end this. Her jaws launched out seeking to snare his forehead in her jaws like he'd done to her. How would he like it to have blood dripping into his eyes? "Talk" "You" Think

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Success! Ashiel tossed the woman onto her side but before he could plan his next move her hind legs smashed violently into his stomach and he wretched. Pain wracked through him as her fangs sank into his forehead. Ashiel cried out as he ripped his head from her jaws. The pair tussled violently but Ashiel, stunned by the kick, failed to get to his feet before Valdís and the next thing he new she was standing over him, tail held high while he'd been flipped on his back, hind legs and tail drawn up over his delicates and one eye clenched shut from the blood that had spilled into it. She sank down onto him, belly to belly her forelegs resting on his chest as she leaned over and licked his cheek. Her scent! Why was it so hard to think? "That my dear was the kiss of death. I win." Ashiel scowled as she peeled herself off him. It suddenly made sense. She was a sorceress! That had to be, she cast some sort of spell on him. "Fine, this round goes to you witch but next time we meet I swear by the fallen god you'll taste defeat!" She turned to him, a smooth, simple motion that made her seem some ethereal thing. A little grin, fangs tipped in blood and then she was gone leaving him ashamed, confused, angry… and strangely content.

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