He had been lost for quite some time now; but alas he did not show it. Time passed by rather quickly- his fiery gaze locking upon all of the new scenery. Winter had finally come to an end, and with that spring would take its place. The earth was going back to its fresh greenery, the skeletal trees now possessing leaves of various colours. The boy wanted to start new- but most Importantly make a name for himself. As of late he has no home, no refuge where he can pass by... he is simply a wanderer. A tamed zombie, gormless but always moving about and not taking in what he needs to do in the future to stay alive and healthy. The oceanic boy was having way to much fun alone, having always been in the company of family having a life as a rouge was a huge change. He would stop in the weeping woods. Swivelling his large crown side to side Novaro would choose to take a moment to rest. His lean legs not able to take much more. His muscular frame would lean again a tree, his Bright blue pelt giving him away; everything around him was so dull and he was so... not. Though, thats what Nova loves the most, being different to the scenery. Who knew what'd happen if he met another that holds so much beauty, would he adore them? love them? hate them? "Speech"

Tiny nymph would move silently though the gulley before slipping across the boarders of her new pack. Well... Temporary pack. She honestly didn't know what had possessed her to join this pack but the news of the red queen had left her wanting nothing more then to meet her and possibly possess her. Then at the pack meeting... A purple queen as well and tiny red children. There had even been a bumble bee coloured woman, half yellow and half black. Such a beauty. And yet, she had no real desire to remain within the territory. She didn't need their protection, she didn't need to hide behind this massive pack in hopes that she wouldn't get hurt. She lead a rather dangerous life and she accepted those risks a long time ago. So today she would slink into the woods and begin her little trek through the trees. Long stockinged limbs would carry her at a brisk trot, pulling her through the foilage that was slowly greening out enough to match her pelt and provide some camouflage.

Though the trees would provide her with some colour camouflage it definatly did not provide him with camouflage. Immediately she would halt, coming to a quick stop as red eyes spotted the oceanic male leaned against a tree. He was bigger then her with an amazing blue pelt and black stockings like her!!! Lower jaw would unhinge as she slowly repositioned herself to face him. For a moment she would say nothing, simply start forwards directly towards him. Massive ears curled towards him and eyes wide. "What are you...?" She whispered as she came to stop before him, immediately folding her haunches beneath her so fluffy tail would flick out to the side. Slowly she would lift one paw then the other off the ground in an attempt to balance on her haunches, tiny paws reaching out to attempt to touch his face. "What is this color and how do it get it?!?" Her words were barely a whisper, it would be hard to tell if she was talking to him or simply speaking to herself. He was so pretty...



"Talk here."

The cacophony of alerting noises had soon been blocked out of the boys mind; zoning out completely as the light dance movements of another was seen close by. Though, something had caught his attention about the stranger... something rather admiring and strange upon first glance. His jaw would slacken like a loose hinge about to fall out, his fiery eyes roaming her petite and delicate bodice hungrily. She really was a beauty like no other- never had he seen another look so.. Superior. Though by the time the girl had neared closer he was to late and realised he had been staring at her the whole time. Creep. He would shake his cranium violently and look upon her once more, ready to speak and woo her before she disrupted the whole thing. A weak chuckle would leave his Ebony lips as her small paws successfully clasp upon his maw. She was so tiny, but yet he had never thought he'd find anyone so perfect. Novaro would stand there for a moment, gazing upon her and lowering himself slightly as to make it easier for her to reach."My pelt? oh i swim in the ocean every morning... keeps it looking so, blue?" His sarcasm was noticeable, a little joke that he hoped that she wouldnt take seriously. He met her gaze for a split second and for some reason felt a strange attachment. The close proximites didnt bother him at all, if anything he'd like to embrace her. " Im Novaro Red by the way, and you look so beautiful..." His voice was a hush murmur, not realising he had blurted out, though honestly he couldnt care one bit.

He was staring and she loved it, drinking in the attention as she slithered towards him. She added a little sashay to spend hips before she plunked them down. He seemed speechless, awe struck as she reached for his face and he allowed tiny paws to roave his nose. He even lowered his skull slightly and allowed her to look him in the eyes. They were red like her own... What did that mean? Did he partake in the same diet she did? She didn't dare ask, not yet. Instead he would speak and she would chuckle easily, allowing paws to slip for his face and onto the ground, skull craned back so she could look up at him. "I roll in grass every day. Whatever it takes to stay pretty!" She said, tossing him a languid wink. He would carry on to introduce himself and her lower jaw would unhinge. Red. His name was Red. How perfect was that? She shuffled slightly giggling again, not because of the compliment but because of the name. "I'm Dione Lydia my dear sweet Mr.Red. Are you from these parts? It would be hard to miss a pelt such as yours..." Her words were an easy purr, the girl had come here in search of other pelts like here own and this far she had come across many it seemed. Red, purple, yellow... All so beautiful and yet none as stunning as this man and his blue and black...



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He wanted to remain close to her just for a while longer,she looked so fragile and innocent, how did she come to possess such colouration? Was she deemed worthy by the gods? Dione would speak and he would blink- innocent but amused all the same; she had the humour that he'd come to adore. For a moment he would pause, attempting to close the distance between them and lower his muzzle towards her nape; taking a deep inhale of her sweet and intoxicating perfume; a grin would form upon his lips. "But... But you dont smell like Grass, you smell like daises" He would chuckle once more "Yeah, whatever keeps us looking Fresh and unique, huh!" He would swivel his butt towards the floor, wishing to become more comfortable. The tiny nymph would then speak her own name; Dione. So simple and pretty, and with so many compliments stirring up within her mind it became clear that he was totally obsessed with her. Not creepy obsessed, but curious, more desiring to want to know her better and perhaps become travelling partners or something. If she wasnt already claimed of course. A girl like herself would surely have all the boys all over her- she would have so many to choose from! "Red? Yeah its kind of a weird name, as im sure its obvious why. But hey, you cant choose family names, can you? And no, im not from these parts but im debating whether to make a home close by, this place and the wolves here seem... interesting" he would hint his interest for her; before carrying on there little conversation. " Hey, Why you so tiny?" he would tilt his head to the side, looking upon her Ruby optics.

He was a giant compared to her, massive and towering in stature and yet she would not shy away or cower. Instead head would remain tipped back, bloody gaze staring straight up at him without fear. How could one fear a being so beautiful after all? And he was just that, beautiful. He would move forward, closing the distance between them. He would lower his maw and allow his nose to bury itself I the nape of her neck. She chuckled, neck curling as if attempting to pull away from the tickle of his breath upon her neck. Dasies? She smelt of dasies? Coy smile would trickle across her lips as she studied him. She should have smelt like swamp and blood but she wasn't about to correct him. He would speak of his name, saying that it was weird before explaining his current living situation. "I enjoy strange. I shall call you Red from now on..." She would offer him a languid wink, chuckling softly as he asked her quite bluntly why she was so small. Immediately she could gasp, jaw unhinging in mock disbelief as a forepaw was lifted to touch her chest. "Well why are you so big!" She would retort in a huff, sniffing indignantly but she couldn't keep the charade up for long before a giggle would bubble up her throat once more. "I think it's to make hunting easier, they all think I'm small and harmless but then I POUNCE!" As she said the last word her hind legs would unfurl, lifting her directly upwards, though forepaws would reach forward to once again try and touch his face. Should she succeed she would end up standing on her hind legs with forepaws somewhere on his face.





"Talk here."

He would watch her in interest, Her small structure making her look more delicate. Though he wouldn't underestimate her fighting skills; as his mother was an excellent warrior and hunter for a woman who was only 27". She enjoys strange? He would grin, hoping one day to woo her, If having the last name red wasn't good enough. He would pause for a moment, Listening to the whistle of the wind once more before her point hit him. He had never really thought of it that way. " Arent men supposed to be big and muscular to woo and impress all the ladies?" He would speak almost in a murmur; his tone gentle and his eyes still in awe. His Large crown would tilt to the side, he was still growing and hadn't grown out quite so broad yet; showing how he's still very young and has much so learn. " Oh, so you Pounce?" He would chuckle, giving her a cheeky wink. Was she risky? Even for a large wolf it was still dangerous to hunt alone. But who knows, Dione may just be a one in a kind like her unusual pelt. He would flick his tail across his heels, hoping she wouldn't leave him. Not yet. "Speech"

Small was more her style, seeing as most of the known wolves of the world seemed to tower over her she had a specific fighting style that suited her well. It also wasn't exactly a fighting style that was suited to spars, it was more of a kill or be killed style of fighting. It was easy to rips ones guts out when they dangled above the nymph's head. He would speak again, mentioning why he was so big and she would chuckle lightly, tossing him a languid wink of a blood red eye."I suppose they are. Does that mean you're here to protect me?" She would ask, words slipping off her tongue, tempting and easy. Head would tip curiously, her smile easy as she waited a moment for his answer. Did she pounce? "Oh yes... Maybe I'll have to take you hunting sometimes..." If she was to keep him wouldn't she have to teach him her ways? Would he be accepting of them? Or would he freak out and attempt to flee like they all did. They all attempted to flee...

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Time slipped past rather quickly, and though she was much like Novaro he couldn't get used to her herby looking colour. The youth remembered to look away now again- perhaps at the tree or a bird; as to not look like a freak who is constantly staring. His ears would twitch for a moment, amused by her answer. All living things where put on earth for a reason, is what Novaro had come to believe. Whether it was to start a war or to fall in love; everyone seemed to have a reason- no matter how little or small it may be. " That depends... would you allow me to follow you around like a lost puppy? All protectors need to stay close." He would play along for a little while longer. Though now that he thinks of it it wouldn't be so bad being by her side, she was a rather interesting lady. She really did look innocent, the brute couldn't quite visualize her as any sort of psycho or killer. But as they all say, the crazier they get the better? " Will it be dinner on our first date?!" He would gasp and lift a single fore paw towards his chest, though quickly putting it down before loosing balance.

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Unlike him she had no issues with staring, studying him with an unwavering gaze even as he would shift his gaze around to look elsewhere. Her smile would remain plastered on her inky lips, coy and inviting despite his apparent attempt to not be a creep. She didn't worry about that. He would speak again and her smile would widen. So he was interested? "I don't believe I would have it another way. As long as this relationship goes both way... May I follow you where you travel?' She would finally lift herself from her seated position, slipping forward towards him in attempt to brush her shoulder against his upper leg, bushy tail flittering behind her in an attempt to tickle his nose. Dinner? Did he want dinner? "Perhaps. It all depends on if was have similar tastes... What would you like to hunt my dear?" Small and monochromatic was her preferred prey, they delicious howls of pain and fear oh so tantalizing. Was that similar to his tastes? Or was he a deer or elk type? There was something dark in her gaze now, a hidden promise as she circled him then came to stand on his other side so they were shoulder to shoulder. Head would arc away from him, lowered and massive ears turned towards him. She would eye him out of one red eye, that smile still dancing along her lips. Oh the adventures they could have...

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There friendship was quickly blossoming into something so much more bittersweet. He was eager to see her lifestyle and see how they both develop, it was clear that they where both only youths but there was no denying that when there together that perhaps they would strive for fear against all others. His ambitions seemed to be growing by the day; he wanted so much more and yet how could he possibly handle it? perhaps with age there will be more knowledge; with time strategy. Novaro would stand once more allowing her to become closer against him; breaking the personal barrier though really not minding at all. He would look down upon her; a grin brewing upon his ebony lips once again. " you may follow me for as long as your heart desires it. I dont want to loose someone as beautiful and interesting as you so soon." Or ever for the matter.

His tail would brush against his heels; swinging side to side as her own wispy tail tickles eagerly against his neck. " I hunt whatever tickles my fancy; though i would love to see you hard at work." Alactria was far beyond his expectations; so much more unusual to where he was brought up. Already he was impressed with the turn of events and he could only hope he had much more to look forward to with the rest of the time he had here. Whether it be months or years- he wouldn't give a moment to waste.

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