She had such memories of this place, the whispers of the supple branches shot plans of grandeur through her veins, plans that felt ancient to her now. It had been so long, and now was she getting up the gall to return to the willow forest. There was the caress of long bowed branches along her thick, silken coat, sides raked by the tan whips that hung lifelessly. If a storm wanted to come whirling through, which the distant rumblings in the sky told her it did, these branches could be turned into a destructive force unmatched by anything. How wondrous, to know she was playing with dormant fire at this very second. Dual toned optics flicked absently over the small space before her, amid the trees. There were wolves living here now, and there was a single scent here that was familiar to her. She knew it quite well, one of Ryouta's children, abandoned by their own mother. How was the girl doing now, she wondered. In reality, it probably didn't matter. It had been seasons since she'd seen the girl, and no doubt she was a titan just like her mother, and ruling over some poor pitiful souls like only Ryouta's children would be able to. She could have taught the girl so much, such dark arts like seduction, smooth talking, and lying. She could have raised these children to be magnificent bastards, and yet they had fled her. Their loss. A small pond slowly came into view, and it was not long before she found herself seated at the edge of the glittering water. She remembered being here once before, briefly encountering the babes again, for the last time. Now, there was a serenity around the water, silence. The obsidian bitch stared out over the crystalline surface of the water, a breeze sifting through her thick ebony tresses in a light, tugging rhythm. It was a lovely day, but the sunshine was overwhelming, mildly disgusting. The approaching storm would make things much better, pounding rain and thunder drowning out everything, lightning lighting the world with brief strobe flashes of twisted photographs. It would be magnificent, even if brief. Storms, they never lasted, but they were far better than sunny days and colourful flowers and love. Love. What a piteous waste of time and energy, not even worth a second thought. Passion, that was something worth it's brief life. Lust, just as breathtaking and worthy. But love, love was not something the onyx stained tempest believed in, far from it. Here, one could forget about such nonsense, and lose themselves in the beauty of a single moment. That was just the wraith's plan today. Speech,

With Winter asleep, his treated wound on the way to recovery, and the girls chatting and laughing about many unexplainable things, it just left himself. The others wouldn't mind if he left for some alone time, just to clear his wise mind. He had grown to his little group so much that he stopped to think about the outside world. Winter had met a woman and was soon to be the father of her pups, Titania had made a new friend and Esti had surely met someone else. And then there was him. He had to get out more, out from his little home. Sure, the others were great friends, but he wanted more than just them. He was a quiet fellow, usually loud with his humorous personality, though now he was in a deep state of mind. Just him and his thoughts. He travelled slowly, a warm blue glow taking in everything around. All the spectacular willow scenery. It was his home. The tranquil creature lifted his gaze forward. Dim cyan orbs rested upon another soul. The starless onyx wolf was seated beside the dazzling lapis waters, eyes as mysterious as the enchanted colors that flowed within the gaze. With heavy coal paws, the silent hunter would make his presence known. "Hello there." A deep and dominant voice would call from the behind. The lumbering gentleman came forward, the delicate beams of sunshine glittering down on him. If he was a pack wolf he would of asked if the wolf was interested in joining his pack, or perhaps accuse them of trespassing. But he wasn't a pack wolf, and this wasn't a proper pack. Just a little group to call home. And that's all it was. There was no other place he would rather be. "Speech"

The sound of deep male vocals behind her was all that alerted the occupied mind of the obsidian wraith to the presence of a man. Tearing her gaze from the crystalline waters before her, dual toned optics laid themselves upon the figure of a dark brute. "Good morning, stranger." Sultry vocals would purr, a small, sly grin coming to play upon her sharp features. She gestured to the space beside her with one ebony paw, a mute invitation, before replacing the tea cupped appendage back upon the terra beneath her. Her gaze slowly drifted back to the water, and still her mind was lost, wandering to thoughts of a more violent nature now. If it weren't for all the fucking gutless swine she'd called mates over the years, she would probably be happy now. She wouldn't be wondering where her children had fled- hell, she probably wouldn't even fucking have children. A short huff shuddered through her slender flanks, and she once more returned her gaze to the features of the so far silent male. "My name is Raven, what may I call you?" She inquired of him, her gravelly lyrics a few octaves lower than the average femme, but still quite pleasant. Her strange, two toned pools roamed over his frame, wondering if her visit here was in fact worth the while. By the look of things, it wasn't a total loss. However, she seemed to be getting that awful little 'good person' vibe from the male. How fun could this possibly be now? Speech Thought Others

With a faint nod, the man acknowledged the lady's greeting. It indeed was a good morning. But it seemed more than just a good morning. It was a perfect morning, with obsidian waters, fresh peridot grass and the sun shining like an amber jewel. The willows were rustling in their usual melody, the wind spirits dancing within these lands. A good morning? "What do you mean?" He would ask with a faint smile and chuckle coming to his jaw. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean it is a good morning whether I want it or not, or that you feel good on this morning, or that it is a morning to be good on?" He let out a short yet rich laugh, next seating himself beside the dame. He was only enjoying these moments, as he was a usual talkative and comedian-like person. He wondered why he didn't say that sooner, but it felt great to leave his maw. Gleaming eyes would gaze across the pond, looking at the other handsome black furred man at the other side. Oh wait, that was him. The night-dressed lady spoke, her voice deeper than that of most women. Though it was an enjoyable sound. She went by the name of Raven, and the name of such a colorless bird suited her well. Though her eyes weren't quite raven-like. Her eyes were mysterious yet unique, like the very stars and galaxies that shone in the night. But the name Dusk also suited himself well, as the time after sunset was relatively dark, just like his fur. And his eyes? Well, they just matched the blue sky above his head! "I'm Dusk Oaks. It is a pleasure to meet you, Raven." NOT MY QUOTE. QUOTE BY JRR TOLKIEN. "Speech"