It had been a while since Suzaro had been anywhere. His gold eyes showing boredom for he had not cared about anything for as long as he could remember. Every fiber of his being told him that he would have a good day, but his facial expression shown no emotion; it was completely monotone. His white pelt shimmered in the golden sunlight, and gold eyes shining like gold that had been plucked from the streams. His muscular and medium sized form walked for a couple hours and came upon an abandoned ship. Suzaro had heard about ships, but seeing one here was something new to him. Giving a smirk, he trotted forward and walked inside.

The ship was dusty and shown old age. The panels were chipping off as the glass had been shattered. Many rooms could be seen with darker colors and many variations of decor. His paws stepped on the wood floor, causing it to creak from the force of his paws. The brute leapt onto an old bed and lied down to rest for the first time in days.

Trica shook out her long white fur as she traveled to S.S. Antiox. She was glad to get out and explore a little since she had recently joined Bevroren. She knew Athena wouldn't mind, after all it was only a little exploring. Her long, small frame allowed for her to easily maneuver her way around the ship yard. After awhile of exploring and just having some fun, Trica's ears picked up a slight rustling of fur. She stuck her muzzle into the air and inhaled deeply, finding the strong sent of male wolf. Her body suddenly tensed as she spun around deftly and padded her way slightly over to the other side of the ship where she had picked up the scent. Her smell did not disappoint her when she found herself directly in front of a pure white male that looked almost twice as big as her. She shifted her weight from paw to paw, unsure of what to do before accidentally stepping directly on a branch, breaking it with a loud snap. Speech,

The brute was about ready to get to deep sleep, but, he would be woken up with a start as a twig snapped on the ground. His golden optics opened to reveal a she-wolf who seemed to be slightly smaller than he was. A monotone expression stayed upon his maw as he leaped off the bed and approached her, a small sigh escaping as he stopped inches from her face. His face stayed expressionless for a couple moments until he smirked, "Don't you know that there can be dangerous wolves out here? I suggest going back to your pack." His voice was slightly deeper but calm and focused.

He walked past her and began to walk down the halls of the ship. His eyes were only focused on walking through the ship. The floors creaked underneath his paws as his ebony nails clicked on wooden floor as he soon closed his eyes and continued to walk.

What? Trica whipped around to see the back of the retreating wolf. She tried not to focus on his golden eyes but instead on the rage she was feeling inside. Since when did he have the right to tell her what to do? She stormed after him and stopped an inch in front of his muzzle, ensuring that he wouldn't move past her."Who do you think you are?! You don't get to tell me what to do." she huffed, glaring right into his golden eyes. She was furious and she was going to let him have it. Speech,

Suzaro chuckled intimately at the small, snow white fae who sspoke to him in a rather harsh tone. He was used to being hated by others, so he didn't give a damn about what he had said to her, it was just in his nature when he was back with his old pack. His gold optics showed some compassion, but very little reflected in his orbs. He would apologize to the woman, but the action was very rare for him to do. She only seemed small to him and she would hopefully be happy with the apology.

"Pardon my actions, but it is very rare when I see a wolf as gorgeous as yourself, " he gave a smile that would put any female it would seem in a trance. Perhaps some sugar coating the incident would put him back on her good side.

After one final glare, Trica allowed her harsh glare to slip from her silver optics. "Why are you here?" she asked the large male curtly. She found herself slowly falling for this rude male. Her heart fluttered at the complement that she had gotten from him. She glanced at the ground before looking back at the golden orbs that she found looking intently at her. Trica shifted slightly on both paws. A habit she had seemed to pick up when she was around him. Trica looked over the wolf and noticed a small smile that swept across his maw. She found herself smiling at the wolf as well. She glanced back at the floor to get away from his intense stare. Speech,

He looked to her and sat down upon his haunches, giving a small heave as vapor escaped from his nostrils. The sounds of crows and buzzards outside caused him to open his gold eyes, showing seriousness as some monotone effects occurred when he looked to her. His ebony nose was cold due to the wet and frigid atmosphere that surround him, his bushy hide keeping him warm from the temperatures of Fall that were right outside the ship's doors. He met her silver eyes, his facial expression still monotone as he talked to her.

"I am nothing but a mere traveler who pays no heed to a weary passerby. Unlike you, who shows kindness to everyone she meets, I have been used as I watched my own family be slaughtered by my older brother. But, I had to kill him to save myself. I may seem like a killer, but, never judge a book by its cover," he would turn his back upon her, closing his eyes as he hung his head low slightly. It was rare for him to feel sadness, but when he explained to the dame that was a couple inches from him, memories came back of his family collapsed to the ground, blood staining the foliage, and his brother standing over them with a blood-stained muzzle. Everything was just...hard upon him as he blocked out the cries and screams that stayed locked within his mind.

Trica laid down on the cool ground as she listened intently to the rogue's story. It was a horrifying one at best and made her tremble down to the very top of her tail. She noticed a slight change in his monotone expression as he recalled the terrifying past that he had endured. The she-wolf felt sympathy towards the much larger make as he struggled with the demons in his mind. She could feel the screams echoing in his head as clear as day when he turned around to look at the ground beneath his feet. She struggled to come up with a response that could maybe ease his pain. Instead of speaking, she went with her instincts, and stood up. She padded softly over to the lone wolf and sat right by him. She wrapped her long, snow white tail around his large body and leaned into him. Offering her warmth to soothe his pain. Speech,

He would feel her presence come around him. He paid no heed to her as the memory of his mother and father being slaughtered next to his older brother caused a snarl to erupt throughout his vocal cords. His ears pinned back against his cranium as he looked to the female, ears soon standing back up the way they were before. His nostrils flared and burned as the cold air stung his nose. He sighed and stood up, looking to her with his expression changing back to his monotone look as his voice went back to it's deep and careless ways.

"What is your name?" He asked in almost an inaudible whisper. His tail wrapped around his backside and his golden eyes met her silver ones. He continued to stay focused on her as she spoke. "And, since I told you my story, which I rarely tell anyone, what is yours?"

Trica bristled when she heard a snarl erupt from the male. His ears pinned against his head as he recalled his story again and again in his brain, torturing himself unknowingly. Suddenly, the bristling male spun around to face her and his features softened upon looking at her. What story did she have? What should she tell him? Her brain suffocated her with these questions plus a million and one more as she debated telling him the truth. "Umm, well my dad left my mom before I was born leaving her to care for me after being thrown out of her pack for mating with a rogue. She died when I was 1, leaving me as a lone wolf in the mountains." she hesitated. Never telling anybody her story often either. Trica relaxed back on her haunches as she gazed into the sky, wondering if her pack missed her right now. Speech,

He nodded and stood up, soon beginning to walk in his own direction as the sound of crows caused his ears to ring. His brother had a connection with those mischievous birds, and he paid no heed to to them. His gold optics shimmered when light began to surround his eyes. He soon leapt onto a bed and placed his cranium upon his front paws, a small smile upon his maw. It had been a while since he had someone that actually felt sympathy for him. A crow soon landed upon his shoulder as he snarled at the bird and snapped at it, causing the bird to drop down as blood squirted onto his muzzle.

He approached to the woman that was before him and dropped the bird in front of her. He rarely hunted for someone, and recieving food meant that he trusted whomever he was with. "Eat," he insisted as he soon lied down on the floor and watched her.

Trica's audits perked up at the sound of the crows. Oh how she despised the things. Her breathing became ragged at the thought of the terrible nightmares she often had because of the darn birds. Relief flooded through her body when the male got up and retreated back further into the ship and sat down on the bed, relieving her from the wretched squawking. Once she saw him kill the bird she knew he was going to offer it to her. She responded to his harsh demand by a slight nod of her head and eating half of the dead crow. She then threw the other half on top of the bed. "Now you. Oh, my name is Trica." she muttered, realizing that she had never answered him. Speech,

He looked to the birds that sat down upon branches that stretched out into the broken windows of the ship. The wretched smell of mold and blood erupted through his nostrils, breathing in and out slowly and calmly as he gulped down the last bits of the crow that he had offered to Trica. His golden pools met her silver ones, soon sitting upon his haunches as he turned his cranium ninety degrees to the right. The sound of the wind echoed in his ears as you could hear echoes of voices that came from the ship, probably from aging. He heaved a sigh and looked to Trica.

"My name is Suzaro," he spoke in his monotone voice as his orbs turned to different items such as vases and wallpapers. He couldn't help but feel different whenever he was around her. She brought out a better sideof him, but he still had a frustrated and depressing outlook on things. He closed his eyes and kept the monotone expression on his face.

Tricia nodded at Suzaro. She sensed a trivial emotion coming from him, one that he was careful to mask as quickly as it came. She took in a deep breath before choking on the scent of mold and blood, tainting the air with the taste of rusty metal. She calmed down before relaxing beside the bed, happy to see that he hadn't rejected her demand to eat the crow. She thought over everything that had happened that day, meeting the strange, handsome wolf; talking to him about their sad pasts, his beating hers by quite a bit. She got the feeling that he wasn't this open with other wolves, let alone complete strangers. She felt her heart thud in her chest rapidly as she thought about the lone wolf possibly having feelings for her; maybe even feeling the magnetic pull between them that she had begun to feel as she spoke to him. She felt his ease when he was around her, even though he had a bit of a dark past and spoke with little to no emotion, she knew that she would be able to given some time. Feeling a sudden burst of adrenaline, she got up from the hard ground and hopped up onto the large bed where Suzaro was laying, she sat down on her haunches beside him and laid her fluffy tail across his body. Speech,

Suzaro was startled when he could feel something wrap around the top of his back. Shock had overcame him as his ears pointed upward as his gaze met hers. He soon turned back over to his feet and placed his head upon his paws once more. He could hear the sounds of the darn black birds once more, anger causing him to give a small growl once more before making it subside. His golden orbs shining in the darkness of the room that surrounded them almost as if they were in an abyss.

Trica's gaze met Suzaro's as he looked over at her, shock in his golden optics. He quickly masked the emotion and looked back down to his paws. Trica jumped when the muscular male growled, leaping clear off the bed and pinning her ears back against her head. She slowly backed away, trembling. She was startled by the throaty sound that came out of the male in the silence that had come over them. She laid down, pressed her body flush against the floor, and put her head on top of her paws. Her ears were still pressed against her head and her silver orbs showed the fear that had quickly over taken her body. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to block out any sound coming from the ship. Speech,

Suzaro would shift his orbs over to the woman, her ears pinned back and eyes shut, trying to block out any sounds that she could. He sighed and leapt down off the bed as the wooden floors creaked from his weight when he stepped on the floor, walking over to the snow colored woman. He actually felt bad, which was also rare. He could care less about what he had done to others due to his monotone and carefree outlook on things. He lied down on the right side of her and sighed, closing his eyes as he wrapped around the back of his tail, soon falling into a deep sleep as a nightmare began to take place in his mind.

Suzaro dreamt of walking back over to his home when he was six months old, the grass brushing against his paw pads, making them tickle. He would soon sense that something was wrong. Worry overcame the brute as he ran over to the cave where his parents and other pack members were located. His mother and father, as well as some of his other pack members lay on the stone ground as tears overcame Sizaro, tears trickling down his cheek and landing to the ground. His brother, standing over his deceased family with blood dripping and staining the ground as well as his muzzle, his eyes showing rage as he approached Suzaro.

"Why...why did you do that?!" Suzaro cried out as his face was stained with the salty tears. His brother had a serious expression on his face with a crow perched upon his shoulder, scratches on his chest.

"Never speak of this, ever again," he spoke in a monotone voice as he left the den, leaving Suzaro alone with the deceased mother and father that he and his brother knew for so long. Suzaro had lied down beside them, blood staining his crimson coat as he silently cried to himself.

Suzaro soon opened his eyes and stood up quickly, panting and breathing heavily as he found out that he was in the ship with Tricia. Rage and frustration came over him as he walked and sat down at the hall with head down, a single tear fell to the ground when he had dreamt of his childhood, seeing his family deceased and motionless before his eyes.

Trica sensed a tail lay over her back as Suzaro laid beside her. She sensed a feeling of pity wash over her that came from the male wolf. She relaxed under his touch and even breathing as he soon fell asleep. It wasn't too long until she felt him twitch in his sleep. She scooted closer to him, hoping that her warmth would help when suddenly he growled and leapt to his feet. He walked away. Trick got to her feet and slowly padded over to the snow white male. She sat back on her haunches right behind the male and waited for him to speak. Speech,

Suzaro would sigh and soon turned to see that Trica was behind him, a pitiful look upon her maw as he stood and approached her. He gave Trica a slight nudge, thanking her to check on him. He did show compassion to her, but, seeing that he had treated her as if she was nothing, he was not himself like he was when he was a pup with his family. Ever since his brother had killed them, he had changed. He still had a monotone look upon his face once more, placing his paw upon hers and gave her a small friendly smile, but, it was barely noticeable as he went back inside the room and lied down upon the large bed.

Trica returned Suzaro's soft smile and glanced at his paw over hers, a kind gesture that gave her heart a small ft flutter. She looked back into his eyes, gold meeting silver as they looked at each other, each trying to figure out what the other was thinking. Trica knew that Suzaro was still thinking of his nightmare, she had a bad feeling that he was degrading himself, she didn't know why she sensed that but she just did. Her eyes drifted to the floor as Suzaro moved back to the old mattress and laid back down, resting his large head on his front paws, looking at her as Trica sat on the ground by the bed and looked into his golden optics. Speech,