"King of Kings, Devil of Devils" Eldorado A chase after non existing dreams and hopes, the dream of fortune and fame to all be in your hand and control. It was a dangerous search and hunt, a dangerous world you would enter and chase your entire life to never find, die unhappy, unpleased and unsatisfied. Greed would consume you, kill your joy for life, your one and main reason to live was to find the treasure, the selected target marked with an X on the map. Never would you get far, never would you find what you wanted or were looking for. You mainly cast away your life for a chest of gold, a setup of dreams and hopes that never were real. Gold diggers and the like search for this their entire life. And if. If it existed and they ever found it, ever stood with it in their hands, earned and got the gold, the treasure and fame. What would they do with it? Where would they go, what would they live for? They found their dreams, they found their hopes, the lived out the life they searched, they stand with everything at hand, there would be no greed left, you would have it all, what should become of your life then? You lived only to chase the treasure, and you won it, you got the beautiful girl, the gold and fame. Game over. Life has ended, that's what happens. And some in this world knew it. This...place was no Eldorado; no city of gold, no life of gold or purpose, there was nothing here. No gold, no fame, there was just the game, the tricking game to lure you into the danger of the land. Osiris saw the truth now, he could see behind the big screen on the wall now, he could see how it worked now. It was disgusting. That was all it was, it wasn't mighty or pretty, it wasn't gold, and the golden male had it all wrong. It was no Shangri-la, it was hell, Eldorado and dreams were just the display on the screen on the wall, now when you bought it, went into it, you were a part of the game. You were a part of the nothingness, the empty feeling that consumed you and so easily killed you. He hadn't died yet, but he often felt dead. He couldn't help it, after so long, walking and being surrounded, the trees were like walls, mighty standing, pointing toward the sky and cover it and the sun to never let him see the sunlight again. If he could not find El Dorado...then he would create it himself. And as those bi colored eyes stared into the dried up riverbed, those gold tipped ears flicked lightly as the markings that decorated his body flared with color. He would save the lost...he would give them fame and fortune...Osiris would deliver them to the promised land.

The large woman knew she would be living in the north again soon. The cold was no problem for the beast however. Thick locks of gray and ashen fur covering her body. Vibrate orange like lava covering her chest and stomach along the undertones of her tail. The red underlying her gray eyes as well - it wasn't so stand outish that she couldn't hide herself. Though among the snow it definitely was a task. It stopped her though, the most curious thing. The sight of a young male, smaller than her of course. He had the most peculiar markings though, gold and metallic in color. She let a huff escape her throat, refusing to approach a stranger of course. However her curiosity would get her, lowering her head, her tail flicked from side to side. Waiting to see if he would notice her first, and of course he would. Who wouldn't notice the volcano veined woman among the snow. Seeing as she was well above his size, she felt the anxiety ridden disease in her again. If he saw her, he could instantly reject her as a freak. Not that she minded, a stranger she would pay no mind to. He was simply a face with no name for the time being. She had her friend to think about. ""

"My heart feels on fire" The Golden King found himself rather lost in the haze of memories that threatened to consume him. The memories...endlessly spinning in the back of his mind. It seemed they had no true intention of forgiving him. And as those bright bi colored eyes flicked and wandered upon the snowy floor. And it seemed he had company...a presence making its way towards the golden marked canine. His vibrant gave lifted and landed upon her from a curved glance long before she spotted him...The Golden King was alerted when the crunch of snow was smashed under her paws. She was...in his opinion. Brilliant...as much a representation of fire as he was of the sun... She smoldered like tired embers lazily falling from a fire, born from darkness and eventually to die in darkness, but not before the consumption of all before her. Dull and dirty but still burning and if you touched, you'd get hurt. But Osiris knew hurt and embraced it and he wouldn't care if the whole damn forest burned, he'd stay here grinning because he was not afraid and it was not his time to die. And if by the off chance it was...well, he'd meet his reaper with a smile. Observing the striped mass, pounding this way, freight train of toothed mass, Osiris remained motionless and smiling. He gazed at her, lacking the reverence he may or may not of had considering she was a stranger and he was new to these lands...fresh blood to the cauldron, but maintaining the respect given towards any dangerous weapon: handle with care. Wielders get hurt too, but only if they make a mistake. Osiris did not make mistakes. Here was a great contrast: the huge and bulking, uncontrolled and messy, everything a blur of uncontained and raw strength. She was a dull mass, ready to engulf like a great burning flame feeding on not the blood but the joy of releasing the blood. And she stood before The Golden King, who's every piece was sharp and edged and clean, every motion controlled and every fur sleek. He was every inch springy and cutting and small and thin, razor wire. She moved close and let her position be known. She tried to claim him. NO. Not tensed, but neither relaxed, the male on legs ready to dart like pistons at a moment's falling. Hmmm, evening luv. he said charmingly. Small bow. Smile didn't fade. Standing several feet away, as she had drawn back. He'd found himself here, he'd made himself better, and while he would have cowered at her approach all those years ago, now he merely stood. Osiris knew he could be matched, but he wasn't about to be dominated. While he had never been prideful, it was obvious that he had found his confidence, that he knew what he could do. He knew what he could not do...and at the moment he would observe what this...stranger could do. From her size alone he knew that she was capable of causing him great harm. But he had no fear. This was not a challenge to her. And hopefully she had no intention of doing the same. He did not attempt to dominate her in return. There was no need, no point. She was no keen sword, no, this was a landmine, indiscriminate, equally prepared to destroy her creator as her most hated enemy. While Osiris loved to collect, to hoard, the others, his soldiers, his spies, all the rest, he knew grasping at a time bomb was not wise when you can't see the clock. So he remained, prepared for whatever would unravel from the chaotic coils of the universe's dark maw, whatever was to be released into the system. Osiris approached chaos with lips tilted and words and movements liquid. Is there...anything i can help you with? He asked softly, pearly whites gleaming and glittering as he cracked a toothy grin. Oh how fun.

The strangeness of the man did indeed catch her off guard. The tones of the man's vocal chords sent shivers down her spine that she could not quiet understand. Her eyes narrowed a bit with the uncomfortable feeling it left in her stomach. She was a woman of passion, and a warrior engraved into her training and breeding. An enemy could come in many shape and sizes - and if he happened to be it she could see to it to strike him down. Though she knew many smaller wolves could easily best her in battle. The gesture, as friendly and non threatening as it was, made her take a step back. Making her dark ashen ears flick to the sound of his voice, she remained looking unamused. "Curious, you're markings are rather unique, as well as the color itself. " Amachi lowered her head, sitting down so that she would be at his level at least. With that though, her muscles remained tensed up - at a moments notice of a threat able to escape to where she wished. "My name is Amachi Mackury." she introduced herself with a respectful bow. ""

"Kings always fall in the end." His eyes remained steady on the females expression as she stood there rather tense with a frown decorating that pretty little muzzle of hers...it almost made him want to bite it. But, if he simply turned his head just so, The upside-down frown would look strangely like a smile, yes...he had to remember. It's all about perspective, and he might have been tempted to chuckle at the thought, but the smile would suffice because laughing, really laughing, was too sincere. And this womans own insincerity took the form of that signature stoic body language that The Golden King could only return with a smile, and with an eerie voice she gave the obligatory greeting. Apparently she was rather distracted by his appearance...not to say he could blame her. "Amachi, pleased to meet you." He gave an exaggerated dip of the head, cheerfully playing the part he'd made for himself. The classical nobleman, graceful and polite. Ha. And this woman was a fair maiden... "I am known as...um." He paused...his expression becoming rather shocked as his eyes stared off into the distance as if recalling some awful memory. "My...name..." He muttered. His gaze drawing down to his paws as his eye twitched. "What...what was my name again? My mother...she gave me a name but i long abandoned it. Father...father called me something. What was it..." He continued to mutter to himself. Pondering as he weighed his head back and forth as if he were the hood of a cobra poised to strike. Settling himself on littered ground, apparently unconcerned of Amachi position above him, the golden wolf closed his eyes briefly in an expression of cynical judgement."Oh this is so embarrassing...this normally doesn't happen. You'll have to forgive me." He mused, flinching a bit as he went through his memories...what...was his name? He suddenly felt his old forest home swell inside him. The entire forest groaning and clawing at the borders to get out, because wreaking havoc was it's nature and when there was no more havoc directed inward it needed to be directed OUT. He needed...to be directed OUT. Suddenly, it came to him. He remembered what his father used to call him and it brought a grin to his face once again. The golden king jumped to his feet gleefully as he gasped with that AH HA! expression. "Now i remember!" He mused, shaking his head and placing a paw upon his face before chuckling a bit before looking back at Amachi.  "He called me nobody...thats who i am...i'm just...Nobody."  He explained almost to sincerely for comfort. He padded up to the woman and looked up to her with a smile. "Just call me Mr Nobody..." He told her charmingly...almost a whisper as their muzzles remained mere inches from one another...his gaze flicked to the side and he quickly smirked. He could remember now...where he had come from...why he was here. And inside it made him want to cry...then again. It also made him want to hurt something...someone...anyone. Maybe himself if he was bored enough...oh boredom seemed to be his worse enemy these days. Still, his mind was a...complex one. Fully functional yet constantly spontaneously combusting. This made him...unpredictable. "You look tense luv...you should relax. I'm not gonna hurt you or anything...to be honest you look a bit too threatening for me to try."  He flicked his ear... swished his tail. The mundane pleasure of conversation.... "And then again...maybe not." Well was not necessarily the most honest assessment of the ragged, slender form before him, the mind he could practically feel decaying behind that crooked smile, but his face did not flinch and he did not stumble. Besides, he was being polite. Always polite... And assuming the conversation flowed naturally, when that topic reached it's easy conclusion, he'd throw in another question for good measure. Just chatting. Building a sort of depthless faux companionship."But maybe another time." He mused with a cynical expression, teeth glittering as he subtly mimicked a shallow socialite for comic effect. The smile playing around his lips, a permanent fixture against a chaotic backdrop. He walked past her and took a few steps forward...unintentionally giving her a better look of his golden markings as he examined the environment behind her. Never knew what could be lurking in those dark shadows...