Nagendra was at a loss here. Excited, but at a loss. All the places he’d happened upon were so interesting, so wild! This was no exception. It was unexplainable, really. Before him was a very hilly terrain, interrupted frequently by sudden drops and crumpled earth, like some giant had pummeled the ground. Besides the hills, it seemed rather empty. There was brittle grass, turned dull gold in winter’s wake, and occasionally a few trees. Some of them were toppled, their thick roots vengefully tearing up the earth below. Had there been a bad storm recently? A very strange one, that beat the ground as much as it did the trees? Or maybe the ground was unstable. Nagendra was intrigued.

While he felt that it was probably dangerous to explore as place so strange – someplace he could make neither heads nor tails of – he just had to. Maybe he wouldn’t go too far in. Glancing this way and that with a restless, eager stare, the brown wolf trotted in gaily. First he headed towards the nearest intact hill. It wasn’t tall, and in mere moments he stood atop its nicely rounded crest. From there he could see farther along. There was a downed tree up ahead, the earth ripped out in a sizeable chunk where it had attempted to survive. Near that, there seemed to be a crack in the ground, splitting apart a few feet wide and giving way to fine, crumbling dirt. It was a rather long split,  zigzagging along like lightning across the ground. What in the world had done that?

The hunt for prey is what drives the woman out of the soulless forest, her mind set on exploring the nearby territories in search of something delicious to bring back to Art and Ody. Lately she has been bringing them hares and chunks of deer meat, but today she wants to find a rarity for them to feast on. She just didn't know where to find it. Somehow though, she ended up here, in a rolling wasteland that gave her close to nothing. The grass here was brown and dead, and there were little trees or water to support any life. Perhaps if she passed through this terrirory, the next would hold something promising... She is just about to come over the top of a large hill when she suddenly stops. "Marco... Do you smell that? Do you smell him?" Volanic orbs dart toward her wolverine companion, who is sniffing the air with is leathery nose. "ya... smells like we aren't alone anymore." "Great..." The babe says with a sigh, her eyes rolling irritably within their sockets. She wonders what kind of man this male would be, and  if she would be fighting to keep her freedom today. Without Artemis it was hard to fight foes off, especially since she never had to anymore because she was always with the unbreakable tyrant. "Lets go find him before he finds us." She suggest to Marco, and the wolverine simply nods to state his approval. Then, the duo takes off into the hills, allowing the strangers scent trail to guide them. With every step the strangers scent grows stronger, and as she comes over the top of another hill, she sees a wolf like form standing atop another hill in front of her. Instantly she freezes, her neck extending outward as she sniffs in his direction. They are only a couple yards away from each other now, and if they both descended from their hills, they would meet directly at the bottom. "Marco, stay behind for now.. I don't want to give you away just yet." "yes ma'am" He says in reply, and slinks back to where she can no longer see him. She then turns her gaze back toward the stranger, and she takes a few daring steps toward the path that would take her to him. She stops after a few steps, her eyes locked on the male to see if he would follow her lead and approach her. "Speech"

Nagendra’s eyes followed the gouge in the earth a little longer, treading carefully along the edges and scooping into the darkness in the center. He did not try to make much sense of it after deciding his puzzlement about it, but instead merely let it sink into his vision. It looked very interesting. He wanted to take in everything – the dusty brown of the inner earth revealed like lacerated flesh, the gentle spilling of fine dirt and the way some bits remained tediously clumped, clinging to the sides and doubtlessly ready to tumble with the slightest breeze. He stared a moment longer, probably appearing a decent bit strange himself as he stood motionless atop the hill, seeming to look, from a distance, at nothing in particular.

Then something caught his attention. Stole it, with all the abruptness and force of a mugger. His gaze flicked quickly up to the top of an adjacent hill, whereupon it found something even more bewildering than a crack in the ground. At first, he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. All he knew was that it was red, unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Not like flowers or berries or blood. He didn’t know how to describe the color. His eyes widened and surprise shook him from his stagnant position, sparking life into his lithe frame as he shifted, stepping forward some and then leaning, as if it might help him get a better look. It appeared to be… another canine. His ears tilted forward, his jaw falling slack with wonder. Red and black!

For a second more he stared, inching forward another step with his body still leaning forward inquisitively. When he thought about it for a second, he was sure that this other thing had seen him too, and wondered if the caution of another would prevent him from meeting it. He half felt tempted to run after it if it fled. But there he saw it advancing down its perch, and his heart beat faster in his chest, seeming to stifle his air flow as his breaths grew thin with buzzing excitement. Was this some angel? Or a devil maybe? Some supernatural wonder, descended from wherever to bless him with its presence? It paused briefly, as if seeing that he was approaching the same. Nagendra perked, thinking that eyes were upon him, and with his stance still rigid and his blood sizzling with excitement, he began to trot down the hillside.

Ominous red and orange eyes glare at the male as he climbs down the tall hill, her own ebony appendages carrying her carmine physic nimbly down the steep slope. It does not take long for the duo to close the distance that separates them, and when she gets close enough for comfort (a couple yards), she comes to a complete halt. Her skull lifts high above her shoulders, her tail lifting to align with her spine as she stares at the male, curiosity swarming into the chambers of her brain. Although she is intrigued by this male, her facial expression shows nothing but a cold-hearted stare. If she learned anything from Artemis, it was to hide every single emotion she felt.

"And you are?" She says aloud, her tone expectant as she waits for his name. What in the hell was he doing way out here anyway? No one came out here to explore, only to cross through the territory to reach another lace that was worth inspecting. Her right eye brow cocks above her eye, and the ebony tip of her long tail flicks irritably. She has never been known to have much patience, not even with a tall, dark, and handsome man.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

Nagendra kept his eyes on the other as he trotted down, and they appeared to also slip down from their perch to come meet him. He was faintly wary at the action, but overridden with curiosity. The closer they got, the more amazed he would become. Detail unveiled with each step. There was no denying, this was a real, living wolf. Black markings fluttered like flames from around red eyes, giving elegance to the fantastical colors. He was bewildered. Had he received the attention of some enchanted being?

When they both came to a halt – seeming in mutual respect to distance – a voice would break from the previously silent and enigma-shrouded stranger. It was feminine, and asked in a rather assertive way, who he was. Nagendra didn’t mind. ”Nagendra Bahri,” he would reply, his voice gentle and his attention unswaying from the woman. He stared, unabashedly. It was clear he was more concerned with trying to figure out exactly what he was looking at, than bothering with introductions. ”What are you?” he asked, his tone somewhat distant with wonder.

The stranger stops at a comfortable distance from the carmine deighty, and her ears perk forward in interest when he speaks his name. Nagendra Bahri.... She repeats the name silently within her mind, storing the information deep within the folds of her brain for later use. After all, this might not be their last encounter. The look in his eyes is... not expected. He seems bewildered, as if he was staring at something he has never seen before. Is he not used to being around other wolves or something? Her interest is ensnared by his curious demeanor, questions filling her mind as she waits for him to speak again. And when he does, she almost laughs in response. What was she? Well, he was about to find out. "Hmhmhmhmh...." A humorlessness yet amused chortle seeps from her cracked lips, her ebony appendages moving her body forward as the serpent aims to close the distance that separates them. She aims to directly approach him, to invade his personal space with her captivating bodice. Velveteen nostrils aim to hover closely to his right ear,  her lips creasing into an o to form a soft whisper as she speaks. She keeps her face a few inches from his though, to ensure she has enough space to recoil should he respond to her actions with a mouth full of teeth. "The gods have sent you a beautiful siren to fulfill your every need..." She breaths lightly, aiming to use her warm breath to her advantage by tickling the sensitive hairs that line the inside of his right ear. Her tail flicks behind her as she speaks, a warm sensation fluttering within her chest. The sensation of desire. Speech

She laughed – a thick and succulent sound that folded neatly within his ears. The young man’s green eyes remained trained upon her, unblinking, ensnared. She moved closer and his muzzle pivoted to follow, his lips lightly parted as if words were braced at the very edges. He was silent though. The red female crept closer and closer, and he stayed where he was. He did not feel threatened exactly, and though caution endured in a small dose, he was entranced and far too curious to let it repel him from this stranger. She was next to him then, whispering in his ear. With her intentions clear enough, Nagendra’s gradually tensing muscles relaxed, and his lungs gently pushed an inaudible breath free. He did not turn to face her, but instead let her words linger in his ear a moment, thinking. ”Your needs shall not be neglected either,” his voice fell deeper, sultry and suddenly assured as he turned his head to look at her. A single step would test the water, seeing how close she might let him get. He wanted to smell her, push his nose into the plush fur of her neck.

”Your needs shall not be neglected either,” The corners of her velveteen lips curl into a devlish smirk as the man whispers a response to her statement, and she feels a sensation of warmth overtake her body. She has been waiting for this for so long, waiting to feel the satisfying release of flesh rubbing against flesh. She does not move when the male makes a small advance toward her, closing whatever gap could have been standing between them. His nose presses into the silky fur that lines her neck, and although she knows better than to allow him such easy access to her vitals, she does not stop him. Instead a noise rumbles from within her chest, something similar to an aroused hum. It is a noise that begs him to further advance their sizzling encounter. "How will you prove this?"  She aims to entice him and draw him in close enough to take her, like she wants him to. She attempts to press her left shoulder into his chest, and aims to rub the left side of her body down his right rib cadge. Feminine hips sway in an inviting manner, her ebony dipped tail raising above her hips and toward her right to reveal what the man must want most from her. She does not take her gaze off of him as she moves, she wants to keep their eyes locked while committing their pleasureful sin. "Speech"

Her fur is soft, and she smells nice. He inhaled deeply, attempting to drag his muzzle gently along a fraction of her neck before she shifts away. He was pleased that it seemed his charms still applied in this land (at least, he felt he must’ve been somewhat appealing to attract the attention of a wanting woman). She would hum softly, and press her heated voice into the air in inquiry. Nagendra said nothing, but for a moment let his eyes rove her body appraisingly. This all was a very pleasant surprise – to marvel at something so enchantingly different looking, and now be able to explore it on another level. Unless of course this was all a trick. She seemed to want it though. A sudden, faint smirk flicked across his previously hollow expression, and he would glide closer, attempting to trace along her spine with his muzzle downward. Her gaze would be met with his own, his little smirk remaining quirkily coiled across his lips. If she did not object, he would gently rear up to take what she had offered.

-fade?-

Seconds begin to feel like minutes to the carmine babe as she waits for the man to make any more advancements. The look in her eyes is begging him to take her, but the expression on her face is void of any emotion. Her mind has muddled itself into a drunken haze, and she can no longer produce any rational thoughts. The warm sensation within her chest climaxes as he traces her spine with the tip of his muzzle, and when he makes his final advancement to mount her, she remains completely still. Her mind is elsewhere when his belly presses against her feminine hips. She is thinking about Artemis, and how a man had been able to convince her mate into producing his children. Certainly she was missing out on something if sex was powerful enough to cause Artemis to betray not only her loyalty, but their love. Artemis hadn't bothered to lay a paw on her during the course of their relationship, but she had given herself to a complete stranger the first time the opportunity had presented itself. Because of this, she feels like there is more to sex than just sexual release, and she is eager to explore its benefits. As the man makes his first thrust her breath catches in her throat and she gasps sharply. Pain radiates throughout her body, but quickly replaces itself with pleasure. Volcanic orbs roll back into their sockets, and her body relaxes so she can fully enjoy this experience. After all, there was no going back after this. This is her way of getting revenge. -fade- “Speech”