All You Have Is Your Fire...

Pyralis was going nowhere in particular. She'd been separated from her family for some time now and hadn't felt the need to reconnect. The new generation was surely handling things just fine. They didn't need some old wild woman hanging around and ever since the death of one brother, her sister and the absence of another she just couldn't bring herself to stay still. She should just go back to the homeland but she'd sworn she never would.

Pyralis navigated through the winding paths of Fenrir's Maw, working higher and higher. A light snow was beginning to fall, heralding winter closing in. She could feel her joints ache now when a storm moved in. She'd never expected to live this long. She'd never made any plans for it either. So what now?

Pale paws moved up steadily as the female climbed up the side of the mountain, easing around the well worn path below her. It was much colder here, steadily dropping lower the higher she climbed. It was kind of nice though, like a breath of fresh air after the stuffy, heady temperature of the East. It was far easier to feel the promise of winter here, making the direwolf smile. While she wasn't too picky with seasons, it was always nice to breathe and not feel like you were suffocating on the air itself. Maybe that's what drew her to the mountain on this eve, or just her mindless steps. Mercy had yet to really find a purpose in coming here, besides the little spar that she got into with that younger girl. The thought made her lips curl into a delicious grin, more of a wiggle in her hips as she strut forward. She wanted more of that, something to erase the boredom from her mind. It was a dangerous thing, when she got too bored... It made her usual short fuse even shorter, pushing others farther in search of something, anything, to bring forth some kind of emotion. Being steady wasn't her strong suit, that was for sure. Mercy snorted, kicking at a rock that lay at her paws. White ears pulled forward as she listened to it ricochet of the mountain walls, following it with her purple gaze. In this tracking, she realized that she wasn't the only one on the Maw. A white marked female walked the path behind her, tracing the same path that the scarred female had taken moments ago. Ah, entertainment. She nearly skipped in place as she waited for the other to spot her, that twisted grin still firmly pressed on her inky lips. "Looks like I'm not the only traveler," She called down, her tail picking up to give a few wags behind her. She had to squint to see better through the dusting of snow that had started to fall, but she was still pleased with what she could make out in the haze. A pretty lady for sure, that wasn't hard to tell even from this distance. Eager anticipation made her shuffle her weight across her paws, massive frame standing tall and proud, blocking the path if the other decided to ignore her and keep moving. Dangerous? Yes, but that's what made it so much fun.

All You Have Is Your Fire...

Pyralis let her tongue loll lazily out of her mouth as she caught a few snow flakes. A morbid thought flashed through her mind. Maybe she should just throw herself off? She peered down into the abyss but at that moment a rock skittered down the mountainside. Her ears flicked up as she sought for the source of the noise only to see a pale woman standing on the path ahead of her. Pyralis continued on her way so she could get a better look at the other.

"Nope, 'fraid not. We little old ladies also like to skip stones on mountain tops." She chuckled then grinned wickedly. "Want to see if we can find something more amusing to throw off?" There were bound to be some small prey animals or maybe even some coyotes they could get a few jollies out of.

It took little time for the stranger to come closer to her, noticing the older age on her face. Her grin almost faltered, but then she spoke. As she did, a wide, toothy grin cracked her jaws apart. "Now you're speaking my language," she called back, a shiver of anticipation shoot down her spine. In all of her meetings, she had yet to meet someone who matched her pace. Despite the fact that the stranger had a few years on her, she was the first who seemed to speak so clearly about her more wicked intentions. It was about damn time. Hungrily her tongue raced across her inky lips, her pale body curling inwards as she turned around to head further up the path. "Name's Mercy, by the way. But don't let the name fool you, apparently my grandmother's parents had a sense of humor, and it got passed onto me," she tossed over her shoulder, a humorless laugh leaving her. Not like she was related by blood, given that her own mother was adopted into the so called family, but fate seemed to laugh at her and make her look just like her namesake. Purple eyes rolled slightly, large paws eating up the path under her as she searched for a flat plain to explore. Even though there was a bit of snow falling now, there had to be some sort of critter scuttling around. What luck she had, to run into someone like this in her random travels. Finally her paws met more level ground, her gaze scouring the plateau for signs of any kind of life. They were already pretty high up on the Maw, it would be quite the fall to watch. A dark chuckle escaped after the thought, glancing back at the other wicked woman. "Where have you been all my life?" teased Mercy, although the statement held quite a bit of truth. While her interactions were usually at least a little entertaining, nothing came close to this. As quickly as her eyes found the other woman, they left her, back to the search for a living thing to chuck off the mountain.

All You Have Is Your Fire...

Pyralis chuckled. "A pleasure to meet you Mercy. My name is Pyralis Abraxas." Golden eyes swiftly hunted along the crevices and terraces of the rocky landscape. Her nostrils flared as she hunted for the scent of some hapless creature. Suddenly, she grinned. "My dearest Mercy, I believe we are in luck. I smell coyote." It was a bit larger than she intended but it would do if the other woman didn't mind more of a fight and judging by the looks of her she was a warrior.

"Where have you been all my life?"

Pyralis grinned playfully and winked. "Raising hell most likely." Her ears twitched as she crept farther up the path toward a hollow in the rocks. A small cave? As she passed a low growl emitted from the entrance. Aha! Seems they'd found their coyote. Now how to get it out of there?

Pyralis Abaraxas. That was going to be a name that she would remember, one that would go down in history as the best meet up in her life. At the woman's claim at the scent of coyote, her hair stood on end as she turned to follow the other, mouth already salivating at the idea of quite literally tossing a living being off the side of Fenrir's Maw. It would take a bit of effort, even if she was the size of a dire wolf, and Pyralis larger than most, a wiggling, live coyote would prove difficult to toss over. She was sure that it wouldn't just go willingly, or not struggle in either one of their jaws. So that was the question then, how would they send this helpless being to their death? With a widespread grin, she poked her head into the cave that they found, easily spotting the coyote huddled in the back. He growled at the two of them, snapping his jaws as she tried to peer in closer. Pulling back her head, she peeked at her new found friend, head falling wayward. "If one of us scares him out, we can try to herd him towards the edge? After that I'm sure we can just... nudge him over. Not as much fun as throwing him, you know, but probably a lot easier," she said casually, shrugging her shoulders as her one ear pivoted to listen to the growls from within. It was one idea, and a good one at that. There would be less of a risk than grabbing him and having him drag one of them down with it. It was fun to toss things off a cliff, sure, but a lot less fun if one got dragged with it. Mercy eagerly ran her tongue across her lips, waiting to see if that was their plan, or if Pyralis had any other ideas.

All You Have Is Your Fire...

Pyralis eyed the small cave entrance. She was pretty sure she could get her head in there and her legs but certainly not her full body. She glanced over at Mercy and nodded at the woman's suggestion. "Sounds good to me. I'll start digging and if the bastard doesn't flee of his own free will at least I can widen the entrance enough to go after him." It wasn't going to be easy by any means but she felt like she was scary enough that the coyote would risk it. With a viscious snarl Pyralis moved forward and started digging at the entrance, first digging dirt then shuffling rocks free.

She leapt quickly to the side as a few more rocks moved. It would be a shame to bury him but if that happened she was sure she could find another. Pyralis used her massive frame to push a larger rock to the side and as she did the whole little den started to tremble. The coyote rocketed out, afraid of the collapse.