Fiery rain, explosions from the sky, the deafening roar of earth being shattered by something massive and heaven sent. She could still feel the earth quaking beneath her cinnamon paws, see the terror of her parents as their home was ripped apart by objects thrown at them from the heavens. The young princess had watched as a massive fireball headed for the nearest hill, panic struck and she bolted to warn her parents. The king and queen had been busy escorting their recently wounded away from the deadly fires that raged through the pack lands, medium sized fireballs hit the ground all around them, toppling trees and sending dirt and rocks flying everywhere. It was war against the heavens, only they had no way to fight back other than to appease the gods and pray they halted their assault before any more death occurred. Chael ran as fast as she could, looking over her shoulder every now and then to check the proximity of the biggest, most hellish fireball she had ever seen. Screeching in a most unbecoming way, the princess tried to warn her beloved mother and worshipped father of the mass coming toward them, but it was too late, she had been too far from them. The fireball struck the earth, flattening the hillside and breaking apart to send huge pieces of blazing rock soaring passed Chael. With a pained gasp, the child halted and sank with her stomach to the ground, but that one little spark of hope ignited and she was on the move again, dodging flying rocks and jumping over small fires that started in the grasses of their plateau home. Chael was nearly there when a large bit of the meteor flew over her head, and right into the edge of the forest that covered their ancestral home. Right where her mother and father would have been standing to see everyone out of the woods, her heart sank and she howled with her panic as she rushed forward, "NOOOOOOO!" She screeched as she raced for the pack. Why did she have to roam so far away from her parents!? She was so stupid to make that mistake, but she was a teenager and still had a lot to learn. Chael was close enough to the impact to feel the earth shake beneath her and find herself pelted with dirt, gravel and other debris from the contact the piece of meteor had with her home. One unlucky stone found itself rather liking her forehead and decided it was a good place to land, effectively knocking the girl out on the run. Her legs folded beneath her and she rolled to a bumpy and painful stop, mere feet from the pack border. Blue opal eyes gazed hazily at the flaming trees, a disjointed thought of swords on fire and angelic vengeance came to her mind before the black settled over her and she succumbed to unconsciousness. ***PRESENT*** When the girl woke, she shook her beautiful head to rid herself of the memories that clogged her mind. As a rule, she hated to wake up crying, remembering the pure white, stunning face of her blue-eyed mother and the proud, cinnamon masked face of her violet-eyed father, hearing the screams from twenty of their finest warriors. Their empire had been strong, over forty wolves had been under her father's command, and she had been set to inherit their throne. Now, only so many remained, mostly family. Each wolf had lost something dear to them, and Chael knew she lost more than a few family members to the meteor, but she knew they had to continue on. While she was young, she had only a short time to find a suitable home to start their empire over again, then her real work could begin.  Until then, she stretched out from a night of rest and set about meticulously grooming her stunning white and cinnamon red pelt so that she would gleam throughout the day. This was a big part of her day, she hated for a hair to be out of place and she would never be caught in public dirty. Angels kept themselves clean and pristine, some more than others. Chael enjoyed the feeling of a fresh pelt in the morning, and so she slipped down to a nearby stream and crawled on into the cool waters. There she bathed herself in the bright morning light, washing the sadness from her body and relaxing in the water as she tried to forget her own tragedy. For Navigation points! Action. "Talking." "You."

Tyranis continued to stalk the East, unsettled by the pack that had settled in the weeping woods and the tall grass plains. What was worse was the fact that the leader of said pack had been the male his mate had cuckolded him to. When he raised Dauntless he had been adamant that marriage and spousal loyalty had been core to his pack’s foundation. Now he had become bitter to the idea, and the idea of giving his heart to anyone roiled within him. Then there was Kai. If a man could have feelings for another man he supposed how he felt for Kai came close. Kai had a way of making him feel weightless, a way of lifting his spirits when he was down, and always seemed to have an optimistic approach to everything. He walked along the delta, lost in thought, his tail waving behind him as he paced the thin grass and sand. In the distance he saw a figure, distinctly female and felt a smile creep over his lips. “Greetings.” He called quietly, not wanting to startle her away. She reminded him of a dove with her white fur and delicate features, and so he had determined it would take a soft hand to approach her without scaring her away. Speech, Thought, You

The young angelic woman pulled herself from the water, shaking her fur out as she did so. Then she set about tirelessly grooming herself until she was pristine. Sunning herself on the banks of the creek, Chael twisted her ear back as she heard the soft greeting. The man sounded as though he were greeting a butterfly that would fly off at any second. With her head tilted, Chael sat up and turned to face the male. He was a handsome party of greys with these white wings rimmed in black under his eyes and white tipped ears. "And to you," she said sweetly, her gently lilting voice carrying an underlying confidence. "You come here often?" She asked him with a smile, standing so that she wouldn't feel quite so vulnerable. OOC: Sorry it's so blah, I am fighting for muse v_v Action. "Talking." "You." Chael Anjelico

“Not often enough it seems.” He said coquettishly, a small smile raising his lips. “I am Tyranis Praetor, who do I have the pleasure of meeting this fine evening?” It seemed to him that his initial impression of the woman had been entirely wrong and as she groomed herself imperiously he felt a red touch of lust in his core. He sat himself calmly, his hips twisting outward to recline comfortably as he waited for the woman to introduce herself. All the while he kept his body language subtly dominant, with his ears perked and his head held high, his winged eyes seeking direct contact with hers and his tail clearly visible beside him. He noticed the woman seemed quite sure of herself as well and he found himself comparing her to the mousey and shy Aranea Speaking  Thinking You

Watching the stranger, Chael gave a lopsided grin - beautifully stunning in its own way - at his response. "This is my first time being here, so maybe you come just often enough." Her clever retort was both witty and charming, and her tones were warm. Red rimmed ears perked up a bit more as he introduced himself as Tyranis Praetor, a strong name to be sure. The surname was a Latin word for "leader" or "commander" and Chael found herself looking him over. With a dip of her head to hide her scrutiny, Chael introduced herself. "Chael Heyel Anjelico," she said with a flourishing lilt intertwined thickly with pride, "delighted to make your acquaintence, Tyranis." She waved her alabaster tail and smiled once more, her blue opalescent eyes glittering in the light. "So what do you do in your time? What drives you?" She was not good at small talk, though she covered it with questions that others wouldn't normally ask. It made wolves think, she found, and when they thought, they found her interesting and intelligent. What would Tyranis manage to get from her? Action. "Talking." "You." Chael Anjelico

He considered the question, cocking his head playfully as he thought of his answer. “My own ambition.” He said and grinned wolfishly. “I’ll be raising a pack soon in the South.” He boasted stepping closer to Chael for her to admire him. He had filled out into adulthood nicely with his plush slate coat, and his streamlined form. He had no strew of broken hearts left in his wake, and no admirers that had fawned over him with the exception of Kai, but his confidence alone spoke to a man who carried himself with absolute certainty. The woman herself was far from ugly as well, with supple curves and snow white fur, a nettled thought in his mind hummed that she was not so dissimilar from Aranea with her russet markings but Tyranis quickly pushed the thought aside. “Perhaps you’d care to join me?” He purred, never once losing his confidence Speaking  Thinking You