maybe i want to do what bunnies do As much as the male enjoyed his time with Isolde, already Soliloquy felt some desire for a new challenge. No he wasn't going to replace her, he certainly couldn't do that but he wished to add something to his life, whether another long term encounter or simply a for a night all he knew was that he wasn't going to find it sticking around the range all of the time. And so, as Isolde slept the young man had slipped out of the lands and ventured off for a while. He would aim to be home again soon, likely not before Isolde awoke of course but he wouldn't be gone for quite so long on his trips anymore. He had her there and Scorpion would soon be needing his assistance as well. Life was going rather perfectly right about now. He would find himself within the orchard now, lands he had certainly passed before though never travelled through until today. The trees perhaps would have been admired by some, the fruits growing from them perhaps grabbing their attention as well. Soliloquy however wasn't so interested in the environment itself, he required some company would someone interesting cross his path, would that lucky streak continue? with you if you know what i mean

The man was tired, and he wanted someone to talk to, no longer caring if it was a member of his family or not, only caring that he found out where Slava was. When he smelt another wolf, his gold and blue eyes narrowing as he moved closer, his eyes trying to meet the other's. He twitched his light and dark brown ears, moving closer to the male, the two seeming to be the same height, although Bradan was thinner. He was not a Xanilov, though, even if the male with strange markings acted like he was royalty. With a part of his brown striped jaws, Bradan spoke, his lips parted in a grin. "So, tell me, peasant....Have you ever seen a female, a queen, by the name of Slava Xanilov? I'm afraid I lost her when she left." Sure, he thought that he was adressing the male with the proper title....Unless he was a Xanilov. "You have the pleasure of meeting Bradan Xanilov, Slava's brother. Now, if you know where she is, please tell me." Bradan was clearly impatient, tilting his head, hoping that his mismatched gaze would meet the other male's. "If you know where Slava is, tell me or I can make life very difficult for you." He would say nothing else, only sit and wait. ""

Never let it show

Slava "Glory" Xanilov

The pain I've grown to know

She had pushed on, still looking for that special place where she could triumphantly raise a pack in the name of her father and her mother. She was not a Xanilov but she acted like one because she still had the blood coursing through her veins. No wolf could take away her only natural ability to lead. She needed to learn a bit more respect for those who might one day be below her, but who had the time?


It was quite by chance that Slava was walking about the orchard at the same time as her beloved brother when she heard him hiss a warning and a poor commoner who happened to be there at the time. She would soothe him with words as she approached her brother from behind, her words oozing out as she let them ring across the area. "Dearest brother of mine, this commoner knew nothing of my whereabouts before you did. You decided to leave home I see." She would say as she turned to face her brother. They were not true Xanilov wolves, no. But they could always fake it for as long as they wanted and no wolf would even know.

Like a marching titan, a lovely Goddess prowled near the brink of destruction. Crown steadily basking in the early morning fondue, and listening to the silent perching of a birds chorus. It hadn't long since she ran into Laufey back at those mysterious Whispering Caves, possibly only yesterday had she been traveling, for that is what she does and that is who she will stay. Her heavenly cream tainted tresses sought out the flickering breeze, one that held the faintest smell of two masculines and one feminine. There was no mistaking the odor of a Destruction, kin to Fable whom she was surprisingly close friends with considering their many differences. As if she hadn't noticed yet another family tie spreading like wildfire throughout these lands of Alacritis. Oh how she was glad half her family was deprived of either sickness, death, or excel. Howbeit, 'tis not the true reasoning to why she was so bittersweet about this topic. Digits dug beneath the crevices of some branches, erecting instantaneously so that she could continue on towards her destination; one that seemed so far away but sadly too close for comfort. Thus, upon her arrival, her tail masked any scent that dared seep out, she wasn't a whore and the babe wasn't about to be portrayed as one. Never was she nervous, so abruptly the dame executed her move. Breaking away from the shadows and entering underneath the dimmed candlelight. Had they even the slightest clue another essence was present. A fine vessel both draped in caramel shades and darker patches with glowing golden orbs of pure flames. Who knows.. Ryder would speak in a rioting tune, both a manifest of twisted entrancement and angelic melodies. "Commoners and peasants? I'm sure the boy has a name." "Speech." "Think."

if we're all just cynics on the run Unfortunately it was not someone of interest he would find but a complete and utter arse of a wolf, someone that Soliloquy realised within the first few words of that he truly did not like. Who the hell was he calling a peasant, seems that Uroril royalty weren't the only wolves who walked around like they owned the place. The Destructions were of a fine lineage they knew it too but even they had more manners and sense than to go around declaring that they were better than others. There were other worthy families, though he quickly felt that these Xanilov's were like the king he had once known, walking around desperately trying to make themselves seem special. The impatient git would continue to blabber on getting far too pushy for Soliloquy's liking. If he would shut his mouth for one moment maybe he could explain that he hadn't seen this so called Queen ambling around the place. He couldn't help the scoff at the stranger's words. Make life difficult. Really, he talked far too much for Soliloquy's liking and he couldn't help but wonder if he really had the guts to back up these threats. A part of him was a little doubtful if he was completely honest. And then another would appear before he had the chance to comment or laugh in the male's face. From her words it appeared that she was the Slava, though her words didn't exactly please him either. Commoner, this trait certainly ran in the family then. "Seems like you should open your eyes before you go around demanding others to find your family." Soliloquy would retort. "I fail to see the pleasure in meeting either of you." It seemed like the world and it's mistress had chosen to disturb him this afternoon. That pleasure and fun he had hoped to find seemed non existent. This wolf appeared to be a little less stuck up though the previous two had already riled him up too much to be calmed purely by the arrival of one wolf with a little more sense. "Soliloquy Destruction." He was always proud of his lineage and that would shine through into his words now. "You would do well to remember it." He informed them, a slight growl rising in his throat. if we're all just cynics come undone

He?d find himself following his brother to another part of the Orchard, he was a bit behind the boy mostly because he hadn?t caught his trail very early. Isolde had wandered from their den, and instead of the girl walking up on something she would rather not see he?d volunteer to find the straying boy. He wondered if it would have been better to let her walk in on the man she?d found herself attached to, let her get out of the web she?d been spun into. Of course, he could never do that to his brother so his paws would carry him after the young Destruction curiously. He?d walk into the clearing upon hearing his brother announce his name proudly, Scorpion would smirk as he came to stand by his brother?s shoulder, his tall form towering over the other occupants. He wasn?t sure that he?d ever seen his brother this aggressive except maybe when in anger towards him. Bright yellow gaze would narrow as his hackles raised. What had his brother gotten into here? "Speech"

"Speech" Thoughts Staring out into the void, into oblivion, what event called out to her today? In this early hours of sun-kissed mornings, should she fine chaos in the wake or slight enactments of wanna-be Queens parading around with their tails held high like their shit doesn't stink. Though as she'd draw forth toward the sounds of triumph railing in the air, the sweet vocals of her beloved brother whom she hasn't seen in timeless seasons. And while she yearned closer, yet another scent came rafting her flared nostrils. Scorpion! Ah, many Destructions in this fine light! Emerging right out from under her two brothers vessels, halting only a ways from them to watch the scene unfold. Two unlikely pairs had thrown Soliloquy under the bus; titling him as a Commoner. If they were referring to him as such, then they were mocking the whole of their family. This enraged Fable, just the slightest but her mortality codes dared not challenge unless offered first or severely tempted. At once her attention was drawn to a new shape appearing beneath the clouds of darkness looming over yonder, and in the dim flashing lights she could just make out the outline of her old friend Siryder. A smirk would sprout onto her countenance and now she'd step forth, proving her forth in this event, and although she did not pronounce her name it was surely no mistake that she too was a Destruction.

Never let it show

Slava "Glory" Xanilov

The pain I've grown to know

She would watch as the man reacted badly towards the title bestowed upon them. She shook her head, her slight accent putting emphasis on a few words as she lied through her teeth like it was no problem. It was constantly a game of thrones. The fact was that the honest died and so she made a habit of learning how to lie properly. "I did not know Soliloquy's name and therefore said commoner. It is customary from the lands I grew up in." She offered to the group that had slowly gathered around them, a small frown on her muzzle as she did her best. "I apologize if I there any offense. Brother, I think it best if we return to our kingdom. They will be wondering where we went." She would state before walking off, asking of him to follow her so they could talk in private about more sensitive matters.


-Exit unless Bradan stops her-