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The blonde girl was on a mission, searching for a few stones to use for a project she had been eagerly anticipating. She had been dreaming about it for days, maybe even weeks. Her next stop would be the beach, where she hoped to find a wentletrap shell, a highly prized shell with its delicate, frosted appearance reminiscent of glass. As she followed the flow of a river, she unexpectedly came upon towering walls forming a canyon. Despite the potential dangers, she brushed off any concerns, feeling it was too early in the day to worry. If it had been closer to dusk, however, she would have been more cautious. The task of identifying the perfect stones was consuming her, much like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

She believed that this area was the perfect location to discover a grouping of chalcedony and possibly some quartz or even rose quartz if she was lucky. She hoped she would be fortunate enough to find such a beautiful treasure. Soft laughter reverberated through the canyons as she moved forward. She found this place cooler than others, with dim lighting in some areas and continuous flowing water. She bent down to drink from the cold stream, relishing the refreshing liquid. A particular spot caught her eye as she explored further.

She searched for the main vein of quartz, and once she found it, a smile tugged at her dark lips, causing her stained teeth to show slightly. Her tail wagged with excitement as she stood up on her hind legs, using one paw to steady herself while she dug into the rock wall with the other. Even though her once white paw was now covered in dirt, she knew she could easily clean it off with the nearby water. A small glint of rose quartz indicated that she was getting closer to her goal.

She gathered a few samples of pink tinted quartz before setting off to search for some blueish grey chalcedony. Finding the chalcedony wouldn't be simple, but she knew it would be worth it since it came in various hues. As she continued through the canyon, she let out a slow sigh. She noticed a few stones that caught her eye as she crossed the water. With a stroke of luck, she stumbled upon a small patch of chalcedony, causing her to yip in excitement. She washed the stones in the water before collecting them in her mouth.

Exiting the cavern, she realized she needed to find her way back to the beach, or any beach. This was not what she had planned for. At the entrance, a growl caught her attention, causing her to instinctively flatten her ears against her head. Carefully setting down the stones she was carrying, she lowered her head and straightened her tail as the tension in the air grew. Her own growl blended with a hiss, and soon she could see the silhouette of a mountain lion staring back at her. The fur along her spine stood on end as they locked eyes.

The feline's fur would be useful for carrying stones, as well as a blanket, and the skull could make a potential gift. A smile played on her lips as her muscles tensed and relaxed. The young lion hissed and took the lead in identifying items, as he was inexperienced. The lion was indeed a temperamental teenager.

If she could somehow bring the lion to its own demise. As long as she remained vigilant and didn't show any weakness, she would be okay. Wouldn't she? How on earth was she going to keep her composure in this situation? It was truly terrifying in itself. She couldn't deny that. She hoped the fight wouldn't drag on for too long, as she had important tasks to complete promptly. She had reasons for wanting to finish this quickly and get what she desired created and completed. Her tail flicked in irritation as the large cat attempted to circle her to gain an advantage in the battle. However, Identification was not about to let that happen.

The she-wolf growled and snapped her jaws, her tongue lapping as she stared down the cat. Fic stood her ground as the feline lunged, water splashing around them. The cat tried to scare her away, but Fic refused to be intimidated. Though she was scared, she remained strong and showed no fear to the feline.

The creature lunged again, crashing into Identification with a loud roar. The woman growled and leaped just in time to avoid the felines claws, for the most part. The womans fangs also making purchase upon the feline's neck as it mostly dodged the attack, but the cat did manage to make purchase on Identification's shoulder, leaving blood that would begin to bead up in its wake.

As the two strangers danced, engaged in a relentless struggle of intellect and physical prowess, each executing subtle maneuvers that the other failed to detect. Yet, amidst the competition, Identification discovered an opportunity that she had to seize if she wanted to bring the dance to a swift conclusion. Despite both parties experiencing discomfort and attempting to conceal it from their opponent, their suffering was apparent to onlookers. Nevertheless, the two individuals remained focused solely on each other, resolute in their determination to emerge victorious.

Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly plunged her claws into the lion's back while evading its next strike. Growling fiercely, saliva splattering as she shook her head, the sound of bones crunching under her powerful jaws. Despite the excruciating pain coursing through her body, it only fueled her determination to defeat the beast. She refused to lose this valuable pelt, which would be useful for many purposes, particularly in the upcoming winter as she journeyed north or to other destinations.

One of them. Who ever the victor would become. Honestly would experience the pain of a life time the next day, but she was grateful that she knew of some herbs that could help reduce the swelling from her own wounds. The male lion attempted to shake off the wolf latched onto him by slamming his body against the rock, causing pain to the butterfly even more. However, the reward was worth the injury. A howl echoed from Identification before drawing closer to the feline's exposed skin.

"Speech!"

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He typically skirted this area, the cliffs on either side reminded him of monstrous cavern walls. He noticed a large cat paw print along the ledge, and leading within. Damn. He had been tracking that cat. There was no way he was going in there just for it's pelt. He'd rather find another quarry.

That is until he heard the feminine howl below from someone he knew. Fic? He didn't hesitate, she needed his help! That cat must be after her.

Ignoring the roaring in his ears and the panic of the walls swallowing him whole he darted within the canyon and followed the sounds of the fight. She seemed to be holding her own remarkably well... Maybe...

With a low snarl, he bolted into the fray grabbed the cat by its tail, and pulled viciously.

"Speech!"

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there. her scent with the mix of metallic blood only meant one thing. and he wasted no time to rush into the scene. he followed her scent before colliding with the scent of another male, and a feline of some sort. all the more, it made erebos tense as his body moved with perfect footing past the entry of the canyon. his gallop a thunderous one as his massive body came to interject the cat and fic head on. quickly, he identified the situation at hand, eyes looking at the cat, fic & then the stranger male with a furrowed glare before calling aloud, "Latch onto it tightly! I'll kill it from here if you keep it still." he roared across for the other male to hear. giving no time for the male's response or even the time to understand why he was here with his mate, erebos lunged directly in front of the lion with bared fangs- his large body lifting to collide with the cat that hissed and growled, distracted with the pain that the other male caused.
landing onto the neck area of the lion, the cat's claws embraced him, holding him tightly and piercing his skin: a price he was all too willing to pay. and with awesome anger, he unleashed massive force into his own latch, canines rippling through the neck muscle and locking down as his muscular arms hugged under the lions elbows. his own growls vibrating through his maw as he held on, awaiting the cat's last breath.

"talk" 'think'

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Everything was happening so swiftly threw her mind, the lions heeding roars ripping threw her ears, her muscles wrapped in the red ocean beaconed her next move. Soon two familiar scents allowed Identification to know who had heard her cry. Eltrys the dark chocolate brute then Erebos the inky god with a ivory slash covering half of his own facial features. She held on to the lions neck, allowing her grip to slip slightly, only to latch onto it's spine, feeling her teeth slide threw the flesh, blood filling her mouth as another hiss left its throat.

One of the males grabbed the lions tail, trying to whip the beast from himself, as feeling the she-wolfs teeth loose grip a small ray of hope seeped from his mind, as the other masculine and him were in a dominant hug, a hug of power and brute strength. The lion known he wasn't going to come out of this alive, if he did he was lucky. And if he didn't, well fuck him running.

Fic dug her claws into the lions side, shaking her head violently as blood continued to pool at her own wounds and the lions. She felt the jarred attack from the tail and latched on tighter. A low dark growl slipping between clamped teeth against it's spine, this was one fight that she wasn't going to loose. Not now. Not with these two forces that heard her call.

As Erebos continued to bite and claim own to the lion, she would release her own bite and slide down off the golden feline. Only to allow her teeth and claws to work at it's bared stomach.

"Identification"

Eltrys was aware of another presence before the monochromatic dire wolf sailed over him to grab at the cat.
He heard the male's instruction and followed suit, he grabbed the hinds with powerful claws and sank his teeth into the buttock of the cat, trying his best to hold the cat still while the other made the killing blow. He could smell the tang of blood in the air and pinned his ear back to deafen them from the dying guttural screams of the lion beneath them all.

Was Fic alright? The male smelled of the Insomnia pack, of the strange woman Medusa, and others. It was good to work together with allies!

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the movements were a blur with speed in which it was done-, in no time, the lion was mounted by fic in additon to his death grip on the cat's neck, and Eltrys's hold on it's tail; an effort well done. it was the end for the lion that finally did give out, it's breathing becoming long and weak until all ceased. it became idle, falling to the ground as it died. warm blood smeared on his face along with his own vermillion liquids seeping out his back wounds.
the dire wolf panted, releasing his grip and turning to move over the lion and towards fic. "Fic, are you alright?" she was a powerful fighter to his surprise. good, it would be handy later. he shot his binary gaze towards the umber bloke then, eyes hardening on him. "I thank you for assisting my mate. I owe you. consider me a friend." he nodded, approving of the other with noteworthy remembrance. how quick the other jumped to help fic was admirable, even if it did make him slightly concerned. who the hell was he to her? fic was due a talk later. he turned back to his blonde fae, knowing he needed to say some.. things himself. to his 'female'. "Lets go. We need to get you looked at." he ordered, stern and filled with the remains of aggression still lingering, evident of the edgy adrenaline that fueled him even still. he was not in the mood, not after finding fic like this in danger.

"talk" 'think'

table by scarlet, art by ashon

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Everything did happen in a blur, blood covered the woman's underbelly from scratching and biting at the felines own underbelly. Only soon the lion had fallen to the grips of Erebos and Eltrys. Her emerald gems looking with a smile up to Erebos then to Eltrys. She chuckled, a surprising gentle sound. Her tail danced behind her innocently.

"I am alright handsome, Erebos." She assured herself and him, and her dear friend. Then his words swooped her stomach into butterflies. He called her his mate, shock and awe tore at her. She honestly did love the black and ivory brute, and felt a deep bond, something you only experience once in your life with another.

She glanced to Eltrys and offered a smile. "Would you mind if I keep the pelt my friend?" Words were soft and genuine. She rose up and the pain inflamed her shoulder the pain she ignored from when the lion threw her into the rocks. Although you could see that it flashed threw her jewels.

"I don't think he will be bothering anyone anytime soon." Attempting to lighten the mood with Erebos, her mate. Although unspoken with one another. Ignoring the pain still, she allowed her attention to turn back to Erebos, a soft smile crossing her lips.

"Speech!"

The lion fell from the onslaught, weakening within their grasp. When it was done Eltrys stepped back and shook out his fur. Rested on his haunches while he panted a moment while the... Ah lovers, reacquainted and murmured wellness inquiries between them.

When the large male turned to him Eltrys dipped his head in greeting deference.

"I'm glad I was here to assist. Please, call me Eltrys and friend but owe me nothing."

Eltrys gaze shifted to the cream fae, she requested the pelt. He was a little surprised and looked over the beast assesing it's quality, he could take other parts of it for collecting, but the hide would be poor.
"Of course, I'll strip the fur for you, but I fear it wasn't a very clean kill. Every tooth and claw that pierced it's skin will remain as part of the hide. And the process to make it useful can be a matter of weeks to complete and keep it malleable and preserved." He was an expert hunter and craftsman, he knew just how to tan and strip the hide for the best quality.

He pulled the beast toward him as the couple conversed, beginning to process the carcass. He could leave them with a large portion of the meat as well. "Fic, you are bleeding! Have you seen any yarrow nearby?" He had a basic knowledge of healing at best, as he had demonstrated to Fic before. A huntsman would sometimes spend weeks out in the bush, it was essential to remain knowledgeable.

Identification turned to Eltrys still taken back as to Erebos's words, His mate it still made her heart flutter, and her stomach seem to be filled with butterflies. It did make her happy, but yes they did have a lot to talk about and discover where they stood together as one and not separate. Looking to Eltrys with a smile. "Thank you dear friend for being around when my howl was released. Thank you also handsome for coming." She was honest and completely in shock still.

A small chuckle left her maw as she known the pelt would be full of holes from the three of them attacked the feline. "It doesn't matter and thank you so much." She known that her and Erebos had a lot to talk about, but she would after she healed, and took a rest. "If there is anything that you want in return for the hide I will do my best to provide Eltrys." Identification listened to him talk once more. "It's just a scratch that will heal, with the bruise."

The woman was stubborn but strong. And feeling the courage with Erebos made her feel stronger yet. She just wanted to lay down beside Erebos, to give her and him the assurance that there was no other for her.

"Identification"

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the umber male deemed himself noble; qualities he could respect, but to what extent? as noble as Erebos? well that wouldn't be very good.. binary eyes laid sharply on the brute, slight distrust in the voids of his pupils as he listened. eltrys, then. erebos replied with silence, nodding in agreement as he turned to watch fic. "Bruise or not, identification, allow some tending to.., please." he pled, brows pinching with concern for a moment. he watched them both as they conversed, their familiarity irritating to the possessive erebos. though this was entirely concealed behind his formal, distant and stoic visage.
he sat then, hearing the umber bloke speak on his appearent perfection. so a craftsmen and a noble? my.. what pack harbored him? "Eltrys.. your scent. if I may, of where do you reside?" he hadn't collected the names of their neighboring packs, or alliances. he aimed to learn something today.

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He dipped his head at Fic's gratefulness and continued to process the carcass for them.
"Owe me nothing Fic. A favor can be a burdensome thing." He mentioned as he finished his work, sliding over the meat towards them both. He had noted Fic call her mate Erebos, he would squirrel that information away in case they no doubt came across each other again.

He is pulled from his task of splitting the meat and handing over the hide to them when Erebos asks him where he lives.
"I live in Polaris, at Lazuli Falls on the western edge of Auster here. South of the Hallows castle. Your own scent reminds me of the woman who led Insomia, Medusa. I believe our packs are in good standing with each other." He hoped it remain this way and even further good relations with each other. Polaris needed more allies and fewer enemies. He didn't pose a question.
"You may keep this portion, I'll carry the rest to my pack. I had wondered if you, Fic, had been interested in seeing Polaris and joining, but I won't assume any longer since you have each other now. As always Fic, good travels." He hefted the rest of the carcass on his back and started to head back to Polaris across the land.

"Speech!"

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