Malnourished was an understatement; the man made of diamonds and coal was merely a walking skeleton. A single blow would turn out to be his undoing. A permanent sneer plagued his sunken face, flawing his previously godlike features. All of this, save for his face, was cloaked by the ever faithful maeva. The doe was obscenely more healthy than he, a freshly fallen carcass he picked on the way. He had gorged on her organs before sculpting her for wear. At least that would serve to put some meat back on him.

Dainty paws made of a dull ink, though painted with mud at the moment, held him steadfast centered in the soulless forest. His body would sway slowly, barely enough to notice. A soft hum, perhaps mistaken for most by a growl, slipped past his dry lips. Cobalt and pearl eyes, the one seen as colorless being blind, were half lidded and filled with what seemed like a self entitled ecstasy. Left ear would flick forward from its lazy position pointed toward his long coal-layered spine. Maeva, Ihre Grobheit wird nicht geschätzt. Bitte genießen Sie einfach die Fossegrim. To which he would then hold a dirty paw against her maw, crushing it between hisself and the mossy ground.

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Despite settling her new home nearby still the forest would call to her and in response the woman would answer, flitting and frolicing through the trees like the sprite she so resembled. A cruel smile would layer itself across inky lips as she lept through the underbrush, fleeing the colorless world she lived in to the darkness of her beloved forest. It always held such gems, just treasures and adventures. A smile would twist and curl along her lips, growing wicked with each bound and leap. She was silence, passing little more then a whisper, marked forever in the memories of the trees as gnarled boughs reached down to grasp at and pluck at emerald fur. She would leave tuffs behind. Allowing herself to become one with the forest. She was here for no particular reason today, belly already full from a meal the day before, wretched deer, she hated deer. Most meats tasted foul to her now a days only the flesh of her own kind really stating her hungar.

A scent would dance upon the winds, tantalizing her senses as she inhaled. Hears would flitter to try and understand, it smelt of deer, wolf and blood but it was moving. Was someone moving a carcas though the woods? Her brow would furrow, head lowering as the tiny nymph would slowly slip through the underbrush, each paw lifted and placed with care. Hmm? A man... Missing a leg but wearing a pelt made from the carcass of a deer... Curious. "Dont you know monsters lurk in these woods?" She like whisper, it was not a warning but simply a statement, did he know the queen here did not take kindly to strangers?

He was vaguely aware of the branches and bushes being moved within the forest blood work, but his mind was lost to magic of the Fossegrim. It was these moments which he grew fond of now; mind lost to a mild high and Maeva mumbling under his petite toes. He had lost everything else, but then again had he ever had anything? He'd always been a gypsy of sorts; never having a set home and always enjoying the company of numerous midnight lovers. That was his life. That was his existence. He would forget of everything else, of all the heartache and of all the loss. He knew only a quarter of himself (what with the loss of an eye and half of a leg) and Maeva, who continued to mumble about a guest watching nearby.

He would open his cobalt eye, keeping the blind one closed as it had no use anyway, and peek toward the lady. Or huldre? A lazy, toothy smirk slipped onto his lips as he opened both eyes and gazed toward the forest nymph, Ja, sie sind in den Bäumen. Shhh. And with that, he motioned her to come with a flick of a finely chiseled chin and stepped gently toward the nearest tree. He grinned once more in her direction before placing a perked ear against the bark and humming along with the tune in his head.

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He would open an eye, cracking it open as Dione marked her presence by her voice and he turned to regard her. Something about him… She would grin wolfishly at him, head lowering as if everything they were to do was secretive, something to be shared between just the two of them. Slowly she would slip forward and he would speak a language she did not understand but she paid it no mind. She understood. She was quiet, massive ears folding to her skull as she tipped her head so bangs would drift over red eyes. He would motion for her to follow and she would do so without complaint, long limbs bringing her closer as he moved to the trees and looked up. She would follow and allow her gaze to travel up to the limbs as well and there she would wait. ”What are we looking at…?” Her voice was soft, a whisper, meant only for him as she continued to stare up at the canopy of trees high above her.

Her compliance brought a wicked grin to his lips, a nervous chatter filling the silence between them as he clicked his teeth together. It had been so long since he had the company of another, even if she was a myth straight out of his gods' lore. His hips bounced with anticipation, waiting for her to hear the Fossegrim too. But when her sweet whisper graced his ears, a troubled frown plagued him. Perhaps she was not a trick of the mind. Perhaps this was not another trick sent from Loki. Surely she wasn't just a plain wolf blessed with devastating good looks? She had to be an illusion. She had to be. He didn't deserve the presence of a real person. Of a breathing, feeling being. Sprechen unsere Sprache, huldre. Ingen triks.

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Dione Lydia

She would stare up at the trees in wonder as if some mythical beast might burst from the canopy and surprise them all. Something, anything... His teeth would click and chatter and slowly ruby gaze would pan across her skull to study him for a moment as he made said sound. She would blink slowly and then he would speak and slowly she smile would dissipate as she frowned and took a step away from him, stockinged legs pulling her away from the male for a moment. Head would tip and she would purse her lips curiously as she regarded him. "I think you know what I'm saying..." She would say, head weaving as she looked at him curiously. It had seemed he was responding to her from his body language but maybe it was all in her mind, after all it wouldn't be her first time completely fabricating something out of nothing.

"Speaking"

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For so long he had lived in a psychedelic world, mind flying high above the birds and so lost to all the worries, that he had forgotten everything besides his own religious lore. He ran from wraiths daily, swam with havsrå, and watched the lyktgubba at night. He knew deep down that he was just running from his troubled past, that it was all just hallucinogens working their magic. But he didn't want to believe. He didn't want to confront his demons. And this woman before him was starting to kill his chill vibe. Alabaster brows furrowed as he concentrated, remembering faintly of the common language spoken. I... Tortured eyes flit to glance at his dainty paws, feeling his toes wiggle with anxiety. He noticed her movement and momentarily rocked forward, suddenly craving the company of another bleeding soul. Yes.

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Tiny nymph would regard him curiously, she did not seperate from him out of unease or discomfort it was more so she could regard him better, head tipping back so far to look up at him that horns would poke at her shoulder blades. He would speak, uttering a single common syllable that she would recognize and immediatly her ears would pick at the sound. She she looked to distance them for comfort he would rock towards her in desperation and she would allow it, allowing him to be near her if he so pleased. She would drop her haunches, allowing them to hit the ground before pushing her forelegs off the ground and pulling them into her chest so she was sitting upright and didn't have to crane her head so much. "The wolves here do not take kindly to those who do not speak the common tongue..." Her words were softer, a whisper as she leaned a bit to speak them to his ear. He understood, but how long had it been since he had last tasted the forigen language. She herself had not spoken her birth tongue since the disappearance of her parents. She hardly remembered it at all anymore...

His body was nearly vibrating with anxiety and content, the two taking turns in confusing his mind. He was coming down from his high slowly, and it could clearly be seen in his actions. His toes curled and uncurled, his tail twitching impatiently. He was relieved when she seated, and he too took a seat. But only a second later, he would stand again when her sweet voice licked so closely to his ears. A slight smirk would lift his cheek, the thought amusing him of other's not liking him because a lack of speaking the common tongue. He wished that were his only problem. His voice laced with the presence of a half-hearted chuckle, the words fell with some difficulty of pronunciation. Wolves around here already do not take kindly to me. My... family tastes do not appease them. His smirked transformed into a more wicked grin at his own little joke. He may be none too pleased at the outcome it had brought,  but there was not a moment when he regretted it.

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He was restless, that much was obvious as he joined her in a seated position only to hop back up again, obviously preferring to be standing rather then seated. He would allow her to whisper in his ear only to chuckle at her words before he would speak, telling her that already didn't take kindly to him and his family. His words made her bristle, anger arching through her like lightening as her lips curled back. "The wolves around here..." She would say, lips curling in distaste before spitting on the ground to her right. She hated the wolves around here, they shunned and stared at her... Mocked her more often then not and she was sick of their god damn shit. "You look like the world as been cruel to you... The world here is not kind to any who is different" She would say, head tipping so neon green hair would fall over ruby red gaze as she studied him curiously.

Slowly his memory of the language was returning; delicious nights filled with grunts and talking dirty. That was all he had really done here, now that he was allowing himself to remember, and it amused him greatly. But he smiled meekly at the nymph as she told him of her distaste of the natives here, and his own smooth voice touched the air between them. The world has merely treated me the same as I it, meine liebe. He would blink his dead eye at her, and for the first time noticed that her fur had not changed to normal. This was her normal. His cobalt eye gazed over her gloriously green fur and the horns protruding from her crown. His voice rolled out of his lips before he could stop it, enticed and interested. Not that he would have wanted to stop it. You have the dazzling appearance of a goddess from my lore. And she did. She looked as if she had been created by one of Loki's one night stands, one of his better ones. And he couldn't help but be jealous. Maybe if he had her looks, the gods would be more favorable to his hand.

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Language was such a funny thing, so fluid and fleeting at the same time. Many languages did not cross over but bodies always had their own way of speaking, had their own way of getting the message across. Even before he had begun speaking words she understood she had gotten a vague idea of what he wanted to tell her, subtal body motions getting the message across well enough. But not he would speak in the common tongue, words heavily accented but the more he spoke the more his speech patterns would work themselves out. "Have you been unkind to the world my dear? It's still no reason for it to treat you so... Distastfully..." She would say as she dyed his malnourished and fatigued form. The deer pelt did well to hide it but she was not stupid, she knew a thin wolf when she saw one. He would speak again, complimenting her appearance and immediatly a brow would quirk in the utmost curiosity. "Thank you sir, it's not many who compliment me. I have been called everything from a freak to a mutant salad..." Words started sweet but as she recalled the taunts words would drip like battery acid from her tkngue, lips pulling back into a sneer as memories of the skull masked man and Daegmere flitted through her mind. "What langue is it you speak?" She would inquire, attempting to move away from the subject of her looks. She had never had any issues with being mocked or admired before her children but now... It simply felt strange...

He would hum shortly at her inquire, finding his own lips responding with a teasing You could say I have tasted the wrong blood and you wouldn't be wrong. He breathed out, watching her gaze take in his bag of bones body. He could almost feel her eyes touching his skin, causing electricity to crawl through his veins. It made him uncomfortable. It made him feel thrilled. It made him feel alive. How long had it been since a living being gazed upon him? Sat near him? Too long. He suddenly felt Maeva heavy on his back, so he would shrug his shoulders and shimmy his hips. She fell to the ground with a thud, and mumbled her complaints at being so rudely dismissed. He disregarded her, and finally realized the emerald woman was still speaking. Diamond ears flipped delicately to lay flat on his harshly sculpted skull, and the words slipped out as smoothly as his dear mother had told him We speak German, of course he was referring to both himself and Maeva, with the occasional kiss from our nordic ancestors.

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His answer was coy and didn't give many answers but something about it caused her to shiver, lips twisting in a devious smirk. That sounded like the same answer she had given Novaro on their first date... He would speak of his ancestory, or his language and she would nodd before looking around and quirking her brow at him. "I have a proposition for you my sweet. Join me. My pack is to the south of here. We will feed you... You look like you need it. As long as you don't judge or harm your fellow pack members you may do as you wish and we will not judge you. Anything your little heart desires." Dione would murmur, leaning close as if this pack was a secret she would share with him and only him. Her eyes glittered with a devious light, smile twisting up the edges of her lips as she stepped towards him. Would he accept?

He would almost cringe at her request. A pack? He had not even considered since he was but a child, when he had bathed in the sweet, savory blood of his brother and tasted the bitter fruit of his sister. The thought was beyond unnerving. He almost wanted to shout no but Maeva reminded him, Die Götter werden nur einmal bieten, Jaeger Finnvi. Oh how he hated when she would use his full name. His eyes shifted toward her, a quick glare at her for the thoughtful inconvenience. The gods, of course. They played often with your mind and it was hard to tell what was a trial and what was a trick. If this was indeed a trial, he would be foolish to decline. I'll meet you there, love. He would wink before sliding under Maeva and carrying her on his shoulders once more. If it were indeed the gods' intent then he would find her kingdom of reign.

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