Hmm... Such a strange island he had come across. It wasn't like the typical view of an island that one might have. Mountains rose all around, encouraging the multitoned brute to travel further. Paws would lead Arwel forward, curious scents reaching his nose of different creatures. They were unfamiliar -- some that of prey and some that of other predators. He would look back down the path he came, past the jagged rocks, drops, and trees, flicking his tail with uncertainty. This would just be a temporary stop. He wished for a pack... not somewhere he could live as a loner. But grabbing a snack here before he moved on wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Despite the spring weather, the farther Arwel traveled up into the mountain island the colder it became. He would shiver slightly, ears perked forward as blue eyes scanned the terra ahead of him. Finding a set of tracks he would come to a pause, leaning down to sniff at them. They belonged to a rabbit... but they were old. A soft sigh would escape Arwel's maw. Perhaps finding a meal would not be so simple after all.

Arwel would let out a soft sigh, ears perking up at a sound. The brute would drop into a hunting crouch, creeping close to the bushes in front of him. What was within, he wondered? A curious sniff of the air would reveal nothing to the brute. He was downwind. Which meant...

He broke forward, but whatever had been in the bushes had taken notice of him first, taking off at high speed. After crashing through the undergrowth Arwel found himself alone. A frustrated sigh escaped the brute. Ah well... he had all day to hunt... and hunting was just the fun he got to experience before eating.

All I want is a family I can trust The femme had been brought to the island, drawn to the snowy peaks. She had been on Nephilim Island, her home when she had swam back to the mainland. Spotting the island not far out to sea. She had rested and eaten, regaining his strength from the swim to the mainland. Then headed out. She had definitely been rewarded, she had been greeted by a few desolate shacks left by humans long ago. They didn't exactly look stable, and she didn't want to risk going in. But she had spotted a mountain, and she had a hunch that there would be prey up there. About two hours later she was halfway up. She stopped to rest. It was then she spotted him. A man. A mixture of browns and creams, bright blue optics stood out the most. She smiled. Hello there, she said from where she was sitting. You crush my heart, I crush youArdhel Narmolanya

A soft, feminine voice would draw Arwel from his thoughts of his spoiled hunt. Blue orbs would lift to the form of a fae, and the multi-toned brute would flick his tail in greeting. She held the scents of others, though they were faint. Of course when one had to swim to get to the islands it wasn't surprising that the scents that they would have on their bodies would be faded. For a moment Arwel would pause, and then he would take a step towards the female, dipping his head in greeting.

"Hello yourself, madam." Arwel would come to a stop, ears twitching atop his head. "I am Arwel, and as you can likely tell, a loner. I'm new to the lands of Alacritia. You are?" The brute would raise to his full height, examining the female before him. Her deep purple orbs were incredibly dark, though they did not seem unfriendly. Her coat, although it was more naturally colored, was not at all lacking in beauty either. Arwel found himself wanting to ask more about this female... but he would wait patiently for his turn.

Crappy phone post >?<

As the man introduced himself she couldn't help the girly little giggle that escaped her ebony lips. She grinned as she looked to him. Well Mr. Arwel, it seems that our parents had similar taste in names. I am Ardhel. With a dh. she continued to grin sheepishly in his direction. Never had she met anyone with such a similar name. A name that had originally appeared to be sacred to her people. Which gave her an idea. If it isn't rude to enquire, but where are you from? eyes scrunched. Was this possibly someone of her culture? She decided not to get her hopes up. They had probably just liked the sound of it. She waited patiently for his response. Speech,

How unique was that? He wondered as the female introduced herself. Ardhel. A name so similiar to his own and yet different at the same time. His felt a tad bit happier... could this meeting be a sign that good fates were coming to him? Arwel could only pray that this was the truth. He wanted nothing more than to find somehwere to settle down and begin a new life. Perhaps in meeting Ardhel he was being shown that he'd find his place soon. Very, very soon with any luck at all. Her inquriry however would bring a frown to the man's face and he would lower his gaze.

"It is not rude to inquire, Ardhel, however I'm afraid that I can not answer your question. I... well... lets put it simply that I got hurt really bad at one point in my life and forgot quite a bit of my past. In fact there are only a couple things I can remember from those days." Arwel would lift his blue orbs back up to her, trying to force a small smile. "But those days are nothing but awful memories now. One can not live forever in the past, when the road of the future streches out before them." The brute would wag his tail a bit.

"You are from a pack, right? Would you mind telling me a little bit about it?"