Aurielle Adravendi

It was, perhaps, not the most ideal weather to be wandering around in the middle of the night. Wind whipped, and snow stung her face, swirled around her frame in icy tendrils. But it was how she liked it. She blended in, and the ferocity of the unexpected blizzard was soothing. It was only when her paws suddenly charged the surface beneath her with blue light that she realized she’d wandered back to the glowing lake. She didn’t mind. It meant she wasn’t lost, and she found herself rather fond of the place. If she had a mind to move the pack, she thought she might consider claiming this place, though it wasn’t a major boon of prey or herbal resources. As she gazed down at the glowing ice, she pondered quietly to herself whether the glowing stuff might be useful in some way. Could the glow be contained? A safe, non-burning light source? The ideas helped her ignore and bottle the storm that raged in her chest. It scared her, that storm. She didn’t know how to truly let it out and didn’t know if letting it all explode free would endanger her loved ones. She clamped her eyes shut, head bowing as her canines pricked against her breast. For now, her automatic reaction was to bottle it up, tuck it away in a ball. Perhaps if Kai hadn’t walked in on her at the moment of her finding out her mother had died…. But there was no changing the past. She didn’t hold any anger for the man’s intrusion. As the storm whipped and swirled and howled around her, she paused, underlit by the glow of the lake beneath her paws, blowing out a sigh. Perhaps, one day, it would be easier. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Dormant the beast had been as the volcano erupted. Previously lurking and exploring as a rogue the ghoul only just deemed it safe to show face once again. Thoughts of his missing familia weaved through his mind often. Balerion came to Ardent in hopes of finding a stable home after the fires that obliterated his homelands. Coming to these new promising lands and being met with a volcanic eruption was just about the last thing he needed on his plate. But, the melanistic ghoul decided it'd be best to wait out the storm until the ash in the sky started wavering and the threat of a second eruption faded. From the catacombs of a dismal cavern the demon ventured forth. Pitch black eyes took in the snow covered lands with a slight distaste. Fleeing the eruption brought the reclusive male north. The water and the ice seemed to be a grand escape from lava and fire. Pictures of forest fires and ash were painted in his forsaken mind. Fear of mother nature desiring nothing more then to end the beast via her molten wrath. As hardened paws hit the light snow an unrelenting wind berated his obsidian form. Crimson laced fur was swept upward in a horrific dance that breathed of a storm. Thankfully winter had passed and the snow was not nearly as horrible as usual. But, the ash in the sky blocked the sun more often then not which prolonged the cool temperatures. Nevertheless, Balerion marched onward into the snow towards the lake. Through the wind Balerion finally made it to his destination. An ominous glow glistened against his inky optics as paws pressed against the cyan colored ice. Something was illuminating the water below but what truly perked his caution was a figure in the distance. Long alabaster hair was being swept up by the wind, exposing a fanged babe. Balerion took in the fantastical sight with a raised brow. Weighing out his options the warrior determined getting some information from the stranger was better then hiding in his hole any longer. - With that, the crimson male took steps towards the femme. Head raised enough to expose the depths of his confidence but low enough to not be overly dominant. Baritone vocals hit the air, loud enough to lift above the wind. "Who are you?" ""

Aurielle Adravendi

A movement of darkness in the driving snow turned the young woman’s head and she studied the figure through the veils of both mane and blizzard from over her own hip. He was dark, but his eyes were the main feature that piqued some measure of curiosity in her. Ink black in their entirety. It was difficult to discern where sclera ended and irises began. He seemed undecided for a moment, before he called out, inquiring her identity. She shifted to face him fully, paws wreathed in blue light as she answered, “I am Aurielle, Spirit of Valhalla. And you?” Her voice was its usual silk and velvet mezzosoprano, lilting in its accent and unhindered by anxiety. Whatever the storm in her heart might be doing, an utter stranger would see very little of that turmoil. She didn’t move toward the man, maintaining a distance and letting him decide if he wished to approach. If he chose to charge for some odd reason, she would be well prepared by the time he reached her. However, it was a silent, hulking white form looming suddenly behind the man like a ghoul that sent her suddenly bounding forward. “Watch out behind you!” What was it with the bears these years, really? A huge polar bear growled as the slim white wolf whipped past the dark male in flashes of light, leaping and slashing her canines efficiently for the paw that was raised to swipe at the man. She drew blood and a furious bellow, and the bear’s full attention. Good. It would give the stranger time to react. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Thoughts of the Wolf before him and the buzz of a near blizzard seemed to take away from his senses. Never did Balerion imagine a massive Polar Bear sneaking up on him. But, that is exactly what happened. In a flash he witnessed the maned divinity launch herself at the creature while shouting. Pitch black eyes widened as he consumed the savagery. There was little time for him to react and instinct took over. Adrenaline pumped through his sturdy form as the beast pivoted to face the rear of his opponent. Suddenly he moved to charge the Polar Bear. It't attention had been fully captivated by the white Wolfess. Thus, Balerion had the perfect shot of making a proper attack. Hefty paws fell upon the icy ground below as he bounded forward. At the last moment Balerion would launch himself off the ground and aim to bite at the back of the Bear's neck. Seething teeth managed to make purchase and he raked his dull claws at the Bear's back. But, with such a daring move he gained the creature's attention. After a few head thrashed the melanistic demon let go and slithered away with haste. A swat of massive Bear claws only just missing his rear. With that it was the white Wolf's turn to attack. ""

Aurielle Adravendi

Her acquaintance used the time she gave him well. The bear was thoroughly infuriated by the resistance these puny wolves were giving it, and as the white Spirit danced out of reach, and the black male ripped into his neck, he tried to turn back to swipe at the male, his initial target. And as the bear turned away to do so, and the dark male slipped from his reach, Aurielle surged in from the flank, ripping into the rib area with a slash of canines before again dancing away with flashes of light from under her paws. The beast turned and bounded after her this time with the shocking speed polar bears were capable of, and she darted to one side, claws scraping on the ice as she dodged the bear’s swinging paw. Luckily for her the bear’s momentum took it too far past her to swing as she dashed in and slashed for the back of the beast’s hind leg, finding the tendon and laming the leg before she darted out of reach, wary of the speed the bear could achieve. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Blood dripped from inky black jaws. Balerion snorted a mix of snot and blood to the white snow. He pivoted in the snow while panting to witness the divine femme assault the Bear's leg. He took in long breaths to stop the panting before taking his chance to dive back into the fray. He noticed the Bear's leg was in bad shape so he decided to go for a similar attack. Bounding with long strides Balerion aimed to run at the Beast from an angle, mostly from the rear. Suddenly he would leap upward, launching his hefty form from the earth with a rippling growl, and aim a seething bite the Polar Bear's 'arm pit.' The area of flesh between the rib cage and the inner arm. As contact was made Bal would thrash his head as much as possible to cause a large amount of tearing to the more sensitive flesh. Hopefully in the the mix of trashing he'd be able to tear a few ligaments or even cause enough blood loss to slow the brute down. Though, after a few moments he felt the Bear react. It aimed a few twisted bites at the melanistic Wolf causing him to choose to let go and scurry away with haste. Maybe Aurielle's final blow would finally take down the bleeding Bear. ""

Aurielle Adravendi

She watched for the right moment to strike, and as the bear twisted to bite at the male, Aurielle snagged that opening with a vengeance. The bear’s neck was bare to her attacks and she leapt in, slashing for the beast’s throat and striking true. She felt the hot splatter of blood hit her coat as her canines ripped free, narrowly dodging a swipe from the bear as it turned to face her. However, the deed was done—the jugular poured life from the huge beast with each pump of the heart. In minutes the beast had staggered and fallen, and in another few moments it was dead, and her eyes shifted from the bear to the surrounding maelstrom of snow and wind, alert for any other dangers that might try to come in unexpectedly. When she was certain there were none she studied the male, asking simply, “Are you uninjured?” Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think