Navigation - Frozen Field

How wicked these, How wicked these hours Pyralis was becoming quite adept at climbing and maneuvering through the frozen terras of the north.  Her breath spilled out past her teeth as she heaved herself to the top of one of the many glaciers that studded the land and of course she had to pick the tallest one that could be conceivably climbed.  She stared out over the frozen field before turning to the ocean.  The view was breath-taking and just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, casting color on the rippling water before her. Gingerly Pyre made a place for herself to sit, her tail wrapping around her paws as she opted to just watch the sunrise for a bit.  She knew she really should be meeting up with the rest of the family and she was on her way just… meandering perhaps a bit more than Amon would like her to but for now she knew where everyone was stationed and they were free to roam.  There were just some nights she didn't make it back to the den site.

Orange eyes blazed as they watched the girl. If the precarious territory was to be hers it would mean clearing out the riffraff that dared to invade it. She approached with a loud snarl like ripping fabric, her lips pulled back over blackening gums. She had the same scent as the yearling she had met when she first came to this strange place, the smell of old blood, not Floki’s but some other supposed god. She wondered if this one had a mouth on them as well, one she would be delighted to rip the tongue from if she refused to leave. “Far from home, aren’t we little bird?” She purred, the snarl twisting into a cruel smile that showed every single one of her sharp teeth her eyes narrowed, waiting, anticipating a move. She stepped closer, the fool had put herself right on the edge of the glacier, and if she didn’t leave it peacefully The Blood Dame would have no trouble throwing her off of it. text "Talk"

How wicked these, How wicked these hours Pyralis basked in the glow of the morning sun on her fur, feeling that celestial fire warming her bones.  She was enjoying her time in the north but part of her did long for the warmer terras she'd been plundering back in Rhesia.  Of course with warmer terrain came bugs, parasites and disease so perhaps it was better to dwell in the north after all, although somewhere with four seasons would be preferable.  Why not have the best of all worlds?  Of course, whatever Amon chose as their campsite is where she would stay and if he deemed somewhere worthy to call a more permanent home than that would be their home.   Her ears twitched at the tell-tale squeaking, crunching sound of something large moving through the snow.  Pyralis stood quickly, limbs moving just as another massive woman approached her with a snarl.  Her ears pinned tight to her dark crown, her hackles standing on end as her limbs coiled to spring.  Her own jaws were parted as a growl slipped past her lips, one edge curled in a subtle smirk.  Oh goody!  A warm up brawl before breakfast?  What had she done that the saints would smile on her so?  Her toes spread, claws biting into the ice. "Far from home, aren’t we little bird?" Pyralis scoffed then smiled.  "Little? An inch is hardly anything to bark about darling, especially when it puts my jaws that much closer to your throat."   If this woman wanted to fight she had no trouble indulging her.  Part of her hoped the other would charge so she could use her more agile build to pivot out of the way and let the other throw her self off the glacier's edge into the sea.  Of course… that wouldn't be nearly as much fun as meeting flesh to flesh but the thought amused her. However, Pyralis couldn't help but be curious as to what brought on this confrontation.  She hadn't scented any pack nearby and the woman smelt neither of heat nor of pups.  "Do you always greet strangers this way or do I just spark that fire in you?"  She winked, her shoulders rolled forward, pushing fur and fat over her vitals as her neck scrunched back.  Her skull and tail shifting to align with her spine as she waited to see if this woman truly was looking for a fight or if this was just posturing.

Her ears pinned back her bent tail raised over her body, her claws sinking into the ice. Her shoulders rolled forward, her knees braced and ready to take a blow. The thick fur on her shoulders raised in an arch over her head. “I am Bathsheba Vexx.” She stated proudly. “I have claimed these lands as my own. Leave me.” She hissed, drool spilling from her lips and onto the ground. She was curious about how many of these wolves there were, giants that had claimed god-hood like the family she had left behind. Would their bloodline be as pure as hers? Had they committed incest in the hopes of reaching perfection? She doubted it, the ones she had seen so far seemed to be healthy and in their prime, not so dissimilar from her in fact. She wondered briefly if she should abandon the meager home she had made in the ice and ask the girl where she came from, perhaps they were who she was meant to find and she had been guided by fate to them. Or perhaps she should leave this girl a torn mess and send them a message, tell them that she was Queen of the North and she would tear all of them and their strange god to pieces. text "Talk"

ooc: Sorry for the wait!

How wicked these, How wicked these hours Pyralis maintained her battle pose as she eyed the other woman trying to determine if there would be a fight or not. Her primary objective was exploration but if there was to be a fight it was preferable to strike first. At least the other woman was forthcoming in information, stating that she was Bathsheba Vexx and she'd claimed the lands as her own. Pyre blinked slowly as if she hadn't quite heard the woman. A loner…. a loner was setting claim to an entire terra? She barked out a laugh. "Ah, well, good luck with that dearie. Your patrols must be hell!" So the woman was mad then, that was the only explanation as to why a loner would attempt to keep control of a single area, unless of course she had a mate and was planning to start a pack but Bathsheba smelt neither of pups nor of frequent sex so Pyralis doubted that such plans were in the woman's stars. "Look, I'm just passing through. I have no intention of staying here in this dismal scrap of territory but I do mean to explore it." Pyralis debated whether the woman was worth enough to hear her name. She was certainly of an impressive build for a mortal. Her eyes narrowed. "Pyralis Abraxas, is my name. What on earth do you find of value here anyway?" She could make a few guesses but she'd rather not assume.

“Doubt all you want, I’ve maintained rougher terrain in my time.” She growled, her head raised with indignant pride at the sarcastic tone the stranger’s voice had taken. She glossed over the girl’s intenton to explore her land and instead answered the question of what she had hoped to find among the glaciers. “Solitude.” She hissed in response, answering in a heartbeat. Bathsheba was many things, but a liar was not one of them. While most wolves were social creatures, designed to live in a pack Bathsheba lived alone and fended only for herself. No one held her back, no one got in her way and no one…respected her? Cared for her? Loved her? Well, who needed any of that anyway? She narrowed her eyes on the girl, her black gums still visible and chuffed a breath of air. “Explore if you must but think again if it’s without me following your every move.” text "speech"

How wicked these, How wicked these hours Pyralis didn't believe the woman's claim but she let it slide.  The rougher terrain hadn't really been the point, sooner or later the other would burn herself out trying to patrol the whole territory solo.  It was just common sense but then Pyre supposed she'd never really tried such a feet so she could not know for certain but she preferred an indentured crew for that sort of leg work.  At the mention of solitude Pyralis would stifle a chuckle with a snort.  Oops!  Naughty girl Pyre, going around and disturbing the old folks peace and silence.  For shame! She nodded lightly at the woman's words.  "Very well, but don't expect me to slow down for you."  With that she eyed the footholds to her left.  It was a steeper path but that suited her fine.  She leapt.  Front paws striking foothold to foothold in something that was more of a controlled fall back onto the flatter terrain of the field.  She moved swiftly and rapidly, keeping alert to the other woman's movements though an attack at this sort of breakneck descent would be foolish. Shaking her coat out she moved away from the glacier and eyed the other woman to see how she fared on her way down.  It wouldn't do to lose her escort so soon.

Her nose wrinkled in a half snarl a low rumble of thunder leaving her chest as the girl made her way down the bluff. Typical women always flouncing and flitting like wild cats. There were better animals to mimic in Bathsheba’s mind, like the ice bears her clan had whet their teeth on. Cats were cowards who only fought turned backs, but bears held eye contact as they tore and rendered. While the girl skipped from foothold to foothold Bathsheba charged down a considerably less sheer drop, heavy paws digging into the ice and kicking up shards as she barreled down the edge and to flat icy plane, an avalanche of ice, stone, and teeth unwilling to stop her charge even if the girl crossed into her path. She wasn't particularly agile, but she gained speed as her massive form gained momentum from her powerful legs. She had seen precious little of her own home and only knew of where the ice served her best as shelter, she supposed seeing it late was better than never seeing it at all but she made a note to put the lithe thing in its place before she was through. Big as she was she lacked The God Touch that she had seen on the boy when she first arrived. She was too far from her god it seemed, which to Bathsheba only made her an invalid, all too reminiscent of the pathetic creatures that had whelped her. text "Talk"

How wicked these, How wicked these hours Pyralis held her grin, her stance seemingly relaxed and easy on the surface as if she were the one that owned this land but underneath there was tension. The itching temptation to fling herself into battle. She kept telling herself that she had a mission here and it wouldn't do to get herself distracted because she ran into one crabby, crazy loner. She made a mental note though. Should she and Amon ever get bored they would know exactly where to go to stir up some trouble and have a good time. Pyrallis had no concept of fighting fair and always found joint ventures with her brother entertaining. "I wonder if the caribou migrate this far north. I bet you have decent hunting during the spring?" Pyralis didn't really expect an answer. She'd already formed an answer to the question in her own head. "We may have to visit sometime next spring, you've been such a gracious host."