Water droplets clung to the dark muzzle of the massive wolf, rolling down to his blue lips and over his thick teeth every time they lifted to welcome them. Piercing blue eyes were nearly in full bloom, his pupils reduced to small pins in the center of his dual-tone gaze to leave his eyes reflective of the world in vivid, bright color. It was a captivating focal point of his otherwise dark demeanor, only a light silver gracing the black tones of his coat in some cases in the same manner as a silver-back gorilla. He took the world on with eyes that nearly always leaked tales of wanting, as hunger and desire both coursed strong through the beast's veins. He was born with a thirst, conquest in his heart as it were for most of the males in his strong lineage; it was something inescapable and utterly compelling.

Dominicus thrived on it.

Tales of rough wolves having survived in the southern continent of Auster had come whispering to him in passing, his mother herself had told him that she believed some to even be of the Praetor family name. A new craving to make a claim of this thriving new continent had hit him hard, but like most young men outside of an allegiance.. he would have to start this path to glory all on his own. He loathed the thought of being alone, in all honesty. He found entertainment in the presence of others, even if only for the study of them at times. 

Though his skeleton was unquestionably wide, the muscles that tightly clung to it were still lean in his youth. Though athletic, his build was still developing and could almost be described as lanky compared to the potential hidden in those bones. His mother had told him his father was the descendant of a fallen deity known as the Apollyon, and with the mass of which the males in their bloodline grew, Dominicus believed this to be arguably true even if he never voiced it to anyone.

He was a proud, seemingly sculpted beast even in his immaturity- and he craved for this to be known and cherished by practically.. anyone else in these new lands. He would do his damnedest, of course, to make sure that this feeling of desperation did not show in his demeanor. With the intentions of finding someone else to study, the youth pressed on down the bends of the creek along the open plains. He adored this area of the continent the most with its readily available water and a large amount of open space. He could see anything approaching the creek, and there were so many places in the mountains to the North to spend his time when he needed rest. 

He enjoyed traveling, he'd discovered in these past months. Everyone was so different and yet so similar across each territory he passed in. All the different climates that he had been exposed to sated his curiosity, but this traveler was ready to find something that reminded him a little more of... home.

The odd girl was laying somewhere in the cattail grasses, her pelt noticeable but also hidden in the thick brush. Her paws laid just on top of the water's edge, eyes fixated on the fish slowly swimming around and becoming more comfortable with her appearance. She could have easily grabbed one, but she just continued to stare down. Suddenly, however, all her fish friends scattered and swam into a deeper part of the lakes. A pout across her lips, she wouldn't take another minute before sitting up and poking her eyes out of the grasses. Ears pinned attempting to keep herself hidden, her bright optics scanned quickly for the reason of the aqua's fleeing. She spotted a HUGE creature, walking in the distance, one much larger than herself. But she wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she remained in the cattail a little longer before longingly stepping her paws out one in front of the other to get the brute's attention. It wasn't like her body was hard to miss... So she just approached the man without any hesitation. "What's a guy like you doing all the way out here?" She was from southern Boreas but found herself down in Auster every so often. "Come to take a swim?" Her tone almost inviting, though not most would have wanted to go swimming in this mucky water. It was a hot enough day to do so, it just made the water extra dirty. Probably from other wolves taking a dip or a bath. Walk "Talk" Think

Mud still embedded itself in the fur surrounding his wide and defined paws, refusing to give up their new home ever since he stepped foot on the creek's shore. The beast walked now several yards out away from it, away from the thick cattail shrubs surrounding the water's edge and into the wild grass. While his eyes kept actively searching the thicker parts of the foliage, they also kept wandering over the wild fields of grass further away. He kept a predator's pace, somewhere between a trot and a walk, in an attempt to reserve stamina should the need to exert himself arise. He was a volatile weapon passively roaming out in the open, his taunting gaze searching endlessly for something to demand his attention whether it demanded his exertion or not.

A rare sight almost went unnoticed as the beast continued, flecks of bright pink barely noticeable through the keyhole windows the breeze made as it brushed through the cattails. Once his eyes found it, however, they did not deter from its uncanny image until she calmly walked out and unveiled herself willingly, much to his pleasure.

A smile crept across the savage's jaws as she revealed herself, his eyes unwavering as they devoured what appeared before him with a newfound hunger for what wonderment lied beneath a coat so extraordinary. The size of his teeth alone made it difficult for that smile to go unnoticed, especially when bordered by the dark tones of the behemoth's own coloration and those ominously colored, black gums.

As she spoke, his smile became more controlled and faded into a slanted smirk as he listened calmly, his black bordered ears perking forward to listen while mimicking a demon's horns. He paid attention wholly, with composure in the foreground of his thoughts while he focused on how he held himself and what lied beyond the words she chose. What else was there to this creature, and what was their strengths and weaknesses? He viewed his peers almost like the specimens a scientist might study, but with an eerily enthusiastic interest shown in practically all.

For now, he couldn't help but notice the inviting tones she chose to sing with and became captivated with her choice of wording. Her enticement made his blue eyes glint like shards of glass for half a moment before he came to a stop, distanced several feet in front of her. He had been searching for companionship, but did not expect in the slightest that his luck would bring him to the warm welcome of such an exotically entrancing woman. He suppressed a chuckle as he took a moment to break eye contact with her and reflect on this, before recomposing himself and rolling his shoulders back with a newfound confidence and lifted skull.

"Well..." Finally, his vocals released themselves from the barreled chamber of his chest with incredible depth for a man his age. Youth still held on to his voice undeniable, but his baritones were already well developed. They trailed off quietly before returning in a louder volume of certainty. "Looking for someone like you, I believe. Where am I?"

She battered her eyes at the man as he spoke, his deep voice was alarming to her at first but she wouldn't jump in fear. Her chin tucked slightly into her chest, she would show just as much interest in he as was shown in her. "Someone like me?" She questioned through admiration from him. "I don't know, where are you?" She looked around only with a spin of her neck, eyeing the plains and lakes. "A paradise I presume?" She looked back to the young man for a few seconds with a cute looking grin and her puppy eyes. But would relax only slightly before speaking her next words, "What did you mean someone like me?", she was excited to hear his response, "What's so special about me, hmm?" She was daring him to tell her, wanting the praise so bad; almost needing it. She had missed her own companionship with Angeal. But that dick got what he deserved. Agria had a knack for teasing and misleading. She may have seemed to just openly give herself up, but would be instantly offended if a man sought to take her. She wasn't so willing to give up any part of her. Others had to work for that. She was already growing fond of the giant dark brute. He somewhat reminded her of Angeal... yes... he did. She could see it behind his blue eyes. Walk "Talk" Think

Amusement riddled the beast's features as she teased with a nondefinitive answer and then questioned him, a full-fledged grin spreading across the outward curve of his massive teeth caused by her daring nature. "You're quite extraordinary," he said simply, "compared to the wolves I have come across so far. They all have their individual assets, I assure you.. but I was looking for something interesting, something worth the distance traveled from where I come from. Are all the wolves here in 'Paradise' as vibrant as yourself?"

It really didn't matter where they were, did it? Or at least, what those that came before him called this place. Paradise, it was.. as she so claimed. Her joke set the name for this place in his mind, and he locked away the image of finding her there in the tall cattails, her exotic coloration calling to him like a taunting feather calls a kitten.

He took a step nearer to her, his chilling stare wide and focused on her being. "Or are you as unique as I suspect, enchanting the territories you come across and turning them into Paradise?" He broke his eye contact with her after he finished speaking, pushing through the reeds himself as he would attempt to let his tall figure disappear into the very ones she waltzed out from. He sought the water's edge, pushing deeper until he found it. Wide paws gripped the saturated soil and grass, setting themselves to a wider stance as his torso lowered, allowing himself to relax and drink peacefully in the coverage of the reeds there with her.

She would giggle to his placement of the new territory, "Paradise", as if she had the power to just claim things and name them. And a purr would come through her throat as she tried to think of how her oddity, "uniqueness", was spread here or not... But the brute would enter the cattails that she had emerged from, and she would follow beside him at his hind quarters only to observe as he took a drink from the lakes. "I've never met a creature such as I here," she would state, maybe even hoping he wouldn't continue to go searching for these other extraordinary wolves. "But I've seen some from my ebon beach." Though she liked to be social most of the time whether it be friendly or antagonizing, she still watched most wolves from afar in her cavern. "I suppose my paws haven't worked their magic yet." She teased at his "Enchanting" remark. But she would take a quick look into her past that moment. She used to be surrounded by only colored wolves. Angeal believed that wolves that didn't look like them needed to be purged, and so was the life of Agria to walk around with the devil and take innocent lives. But she came to this Island only by chance... Well... How did she get here? She couldn't even remember. Her nose dipped down to the water as if she were to take a sip herself, but she would just look at her reflection before asking, "Do all wolves where you come from tower like mountains?" Her size now being shown beside him, she raised her neck to look at the shortest part of his back, only in admiration with a raise of her brow. Walk "Talk" Think