sorry for the meh post ;c

The volcano had been dormant for living memory, but their stories tell of angry Gods casting the heavens charcoal for months. The rumbling anger was so loud that the sky fell down, almost kissing the earth that was starved of light and clean air. It's hard to imagine, if it weren't for the peak being a little sharper than most the egyptian temptress would just laugh it off. But according to the tales the death toll was high, taking everyone that couldn't flee quick enough. They pray that it never blows again, but what can they do? What could she do? She returned to those lands because she started long ago to consider them home, long ago when all of them where here. But what can she do now? It is true not all of them where gone but she felt empty. Only an hour ago the blackness was absolute, but now the mist was visible, silvery. Against this backdrop the trees were silhouettes, still as an oil painting and darker than the ravens. Mile-long limbs were placed one in front of the other, calculating, greaceful like a ballerina on the grand stage; golden jewelry offering their melodious rings, announcing the nature of her descend from her den, a cavern situated deep within the mountain where the heat of the volcano can slightly reach through the walls. She was a cautionary predator that came at the edge of her den for the winter to observe a wilted world. A vagabond, she strays with acceptable trepidation, her characteristic confidence currently reserved as the earth's mouth widely gapes before her. Speech

Location: Mount volkan As the wolf plodded up yet another mountain he yet saw yet another wolf. Maybe he was starting to get used to this land and all of its inhabitants. This wolf in particular had multiple items made of what seemed to be gold, how they acquired these objects Leonce didn't know. Yet he was curious about them all the same. He walked up to the other wolf with a smile on his face. "Hi! i'm Leonce! i like your gold thingys!" He may have made a fool of himself but did he care, nope. Leonce was a man of many words and few thoughts. speech action

The vixen golden jewelry would create the most harmonious of sounds; the gold bracelet hitting each other like tiny bells as her braided tail was curled high on top of her thin, feline like spine. For a predator, it was noisy and she could not move rapidly without being heard yet the jewelry she wore with so much proud was a proof of her aristocracy, was a proof of her regal bloodline; ichor, that poured through her veins like that of a Goddess. She was a Egyptian Goddess trapped in a mortal vessel. Equally beautiful yet trapped nonetheless. It did not came as a surprise the approach of the male due to the fact the vixen nostrils were invaded by his masculine cologne not too long ago, however what surprised her was the seemingly naive and aloof attitude this particular male had around him. A arched brow would rose in question and perhaps surprise (thought she will never admit it) at his suddent introduction. Who does approach someone in such manner? So suddently and...tactless. Your mother never told you not to talk with strangers? she purred low in her throat, foreign-kissed lips emitting beamused words, maybe a bit mocking as well if one listened well past her accent. Speech

The female wolf acted like Leonce’s introduction was wrong. This confused the young male, weren’t introductions supposed to be polite? Did this wolf dislike his gesture of politeness? Not good at hiding his emotions his confusion shone clearly on his face.  How could one be polite without starting off with a proper introduction? As the words of the female reached his ears he became even more confused. Was there even such a thing as a stranger? Leonce was used to treating everyone as if they were his friend, after all once you introduced yourself they weren’t a stranger anymore. The whole manner of this woman confused him. Talking about strangers in a strange voice with strange albeit pretty strands of gold. No introductions and no courtesy, who was this crude woman? Leonce began to work up a reply but where to start, should he come back with a comment on her lack of politeness or her way of talking? Or perhaps a true answer to her question? He decided he would try do do all three at once “Well that’s a rather rude way to start a conversation, at least try to make it so I don’t have to try to understand you. Strangers don’t exist once they’re met.” Satisfied with his reply he placed a smile on his face and sat down right where he stood. Complimenting himself on his flawless command of language, the man was pleased if nothing else. speech action

Peculiar was the young man before the mortuary goddess. Golden and orange specs decorated the violet orbs of the woman, measuring planets in size, with their own magnetic pull; calculating her movements, she watched him. Different expression passed the lupine face however the most common was that of apparent confusion. Was he confused about her words? Her appearance? Many found it appealing, that was for sure. A devilish smirk tugged at the corner of her lips for a mere moment as the thought passed her mind yet she composed herself within nanoseconds, one should have been quick in order to catch it. Strangers are everywhere, you can never truly know someone. There is always something hidden, something just for them, that they will not show to anyone. she purred softly, melodious tones escaped her throat, guttural; her chest raising and fallin with each life-giving breath that resided in her lungs for a mere moment. Rude, you say? she arched a slim, elegant brow Humility has always seemed to me a specious thing, invented for the comfort of others. she offered in low, seductive vocals made heavy by her thick arabic accent rolling of her tongue with each word and syllable that followed her statement. Speech

As the female replied to his words he began to question himself. He wasn’t the kind of person to hide anything, secrets weren’t his thing. Did he have anything that he hid? Because if he did he certainly didn’t know about it, maybe he was so good at keeping secrets that he could keep something secret from himself! That must be it. She seemed to question his statement that she was being rude and to that Leonce thought yet again that he still didn’t know her name. Was this girl taught no manners? Her comment on humility made him recoil a bit, “invented for the comfort of others”. Being nice gave himself comfort as well as other people. Humility was for the good of everyone, not just a couple of people. The way she seemed to speak gave him chills of discomfort. If he could listen past the accent he could sense some kind of intent that he just didn’t understand. What did this person want? Leonce shifted his paws out of nervousness. He didn’t really want to be here anymore but he still had to figure out this person’s name and he didn’t want to feel bad later for just leaving out of nowhere. He had to figure out this person’s name, once he did that he could leave without any worries. “I still don’t know your name, please just tell me already.” The words came out of his mouth rather quickly further betraying his current emotions. His eyes flitting about looking for his escape routes and spending as little time looking at the woman, Leonce wasn’t at his best or most composed. If his parents were here he’d be in for it. speech action

The bronze Goddess smiles; ebon lips, succulent and full, being tugged in a familiar way that lighted up her beautiful visage. Seduction was what the babe did best, moving into the male personal space with just the right look of heat in her orange eyes that were swimming in a pool or violet was just the right move to assert not only her dominance over their interaction but also to obtain the upper paw to the small and oblivious boy. She didn't just look at him, she looked into him as if she knew his desires. And she was surprised to notice...none; at least not towards her. Was this boy so clueless to not read into the situation or was he just too young for it? She knew for a fact she possessed desirable attributes. With the approach came the smooth touch of her body on his, just the right amount of her tail brushing "accidentally" onto his front limbs as it curled around her paws, poised, just the right blend of relaxation and tension. Why do you need to know it, pup. A rose by any other name will smell as sweet. she practically purred into his ear, not literally but her sonnated were low, dangerous and feminine. Hormones were mixing through the air and this boy might be the just naive not to smell or see them. Was he scared of her? No, that could not be. She backed him into a corner, that much is true, but she was by no means aggressive in her mannerism nor did he show any signs of fear. Speech

She was coming closer to him. Quick what should he do, Leonce's eyes widened in shock, he didn't know what to do. Her tail brushed against his front legs and he jumped back. This encounter was starting to become too much for the young male. He didn't understand this woman at all and frankly he wasn't sure he wanted to anymore. She asked him why he needed to know her name, "a rose by any other name will still smell as sweet". Was her name Rose? Was this some weird riddle that was supposed to lead him to guessing her name? Eithier way it was good enough for him. He stood up straight as a board and started quickly on his way far and away from this Rose woman. Before he made his way completely out of there he shot back an "I'm sorry" whether it was for himself, his parents, or the woman he didn't know. What he did know was that if he ever met anyone with those vibes again, he wasn't going to stick around for long. -exit leonce- speech action

Expression but a stony stain upon such delicate, beautiful visage, the bronze Goddess watched in mild amusement as the scene unfolded - the dual facade of the young male grew from confusion to stone and more confusion just before he bolted from her presence. What a bold act that came from nowhere. Maybe one would call if courageous but isn't courage just a nicer word for foolish? No blood would be spilled today however, and in this the autumn vixen was genuinely content, at least the male did manage to keep her entertained for a short while in their peculiar interaction. With a sway of her hips she turned on her heels, gracefull and calculated steps were being placed one in front of the other as she began departing in the opposite direction, smirking to herself. She was sure they will meet again in the future. exitus nephthys Speech