-Koloskivi Roux-

A rather large brown body was curled up under a tree, head resting on its paws. The beast hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, having traveled all night. Koloskivi was on the hunt for a place to bunker down at but had yet to find the right spot, that is if he really wanted to settle in one spot. He wasn’t all the up to finding a place to temporarily stay because in all honesty, he was too lazy to find one at the moment. For most of his life Koloskivi had been alone, except for the time he had lived in a giant hollowed out log but that was a story for another time, and thus he had never really seen the point of finding a permanent home with others. Though the beast grew lonely, missing the comfort of being around others and so if he found someone he could be friends with he wouldn’t be too upset over it. He stood up, stretching. It was quickly becoming a frigid night as the sun crept lower and lower. The young beast picked his way down the mountain, the forest around him growing thicker and more varied as he went. Strong legs and wide paws having little difficult with the drifts of snow. It was fresh and still soft enough to wade through without much difficult. Koloskivi hardly blended into the snowy landscape in his strong brown coat acting as a sore thumb. Koloskivi's breath gushed past his black lips in white curls of mist.

This hadn’t been so bad, not yet anyway.

Come now child, the day is long
Hide not yourself from me

It had always been the night that suckled her, while it wasn't necessarily due to the sensitivity of her skin, the sun made her eyes burn and gave her a rotten disposition. The young goddess would much rather meet others by light of the moon, especially in the snow. Her white bodice seemed to disappear in the snowy blank spaces between trees, illuminated just enough to highlight her silhouette as she weaved a graceful path through the luminescent foliage. Her paws dipped into the snow carefully and cupped the earth as a great cat's would, hushing the fall of her paws to barely a whisper. Reflective lavender gaze almost seemed to glow white as the odd lights struck and illuminated them, lending a supernatural feel to the otherworldly beauty that was Lurid. Her head was held proudly, but there was a glint in her gaze that would allow others to see the beast that lay within if they knew what they were looking for. A beautiful savage flower, Lurid was truly hard to look at under the pale blue of the forest. Light brindle markings were highlighted and her fur glinted and seemed to sparkle as it caught the flash of glowing light while she walked. Strength poured from her, but not on her mortal shell. It was an aura, the way she carried herself spoke of power, of royalty.

The dark-minded woman strode silently through the mangrove, marveling at the trees and foliage around her. Perhaps one day she would claim the grove for herself if she could not find somewhere better to stash her family and any who wished to join her on her quest. Her dynasty would be restored, she simply needed time to sort out all of the kinks that came with empire building. Delicate ears caught the sound of a brook babbling, and her head made a swivel to catch the direction better, head tilting this way and that in an almost comical manner. Finally, water is near. As torn as this place had been by the volcano, Lurid was surprised to see this place still sort of standing. Trees had fallen as the result of tremors, and she could tell there had been a deficit of snow, despite the cold temperatures that seemed to plague the area. The closer she got to the brook, the less snow there was and dead grasses took over. The brown stalks looked as though they had all been swept by a giant broom, and in the center of it, all lay an innocently flowing stream. It was gentle enough for now, and Lurid padded to its banks, lowering her massive crown to drink while she flicked her ears about to ensure no one could sneak up on her. Hopefully, the brook would continue being tame for now, but the way the grass lay it spoke of flash flooding and faster draining. The world was unpredictable in its eruption aftermath, and Lurid could not think of a better time to get her feet wet...so to speak.

"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'You.'

ART by BRIENA

 -Koloskivi Roux-

       The beast's paws kissed the ground as they carried his body; weaving and ducking around and under trees. Their rotting fragrance seemed to mask his own, the pure definition of decomposition engraved into their skin; into his. Gathering his thoughts, the brown sore thumb of a wolf let his large paws run away with themselves, they borne the animal to a pathetic patch of brown that was once grass. The trickling sound of the pliant river made his head turn, water had been scarce. Mount Volkan had snarfed down the remaining water back where he had been staying and forced him to flee, as did most creatures. All that had been left were rivers liquid fire, and as much as he wanted to, he wasnt about drinking liquid fire. He had seen what it did to the unfortunate deer and other creatures.. he wasnt about to meet their same fate, no yet.
       The moment he set foot out of the dead patch his eyes were met with the moon's creation; its equal. Koloskivi let his paws lug themselves over to the giant, his eyes fixed on the water. The beast let his head fall and his black lips part to give way to a long pink tongue that resided in his mouth. The water, cold and refreshing, made the male feel as if he had been reborn. When he was finished, he looked back at the dead patch of brown grass. When he spoke his voice was a thunderous murmur.
"Kakoy pozor, the atmosphere that surrounds us is so often treacherous to our pliant natures. Yet ve still suck the life out of vatever remains, soon it will be the death of us and all that resides here."

 Angels sing the final song
Silence will turn to sleep

OOC: Kakoy pozor- what a shame. Russian accent

Her ears swiveled on their bases as they caught the sounds of another large predator approaching, and while she had finished her dainty drink from the stream, Lurid had propped herself back on her haunches and admired the dying landscape. Death carried with it a chatic sort of beauty, and while most lamented the sight, Lurid could see them for what they were. Death was only the beginning, after all. Soon, new things would grow and there would be abundance again, until then, the dark giantess would make her own fortune. The brown male that had come upon the moonlit queen, deemed it appropriate to talk after taking his own long drink from the water. He had sounded quite thirsty, and Lurid gave his thunderous murmur a terse smile in response.

Upon turning her reflective white-lavender eyes on him, Lurid quickly appraised the wolf who had addressed her with a cool glinting gaze, and a soft smile gently curving her lips. It was a rare thing to catch the monsterous woman in a good mood, the words that the stranger spoke seemed to lift the spirit of the demon. "Is that all you can see from the destruction around us?" Her vocals were soft, inviting with a touch of reprimand in them. She wanted his debate, "Death is as natural as we are, do we not cull the sick and dying? The weak?" This time, there was a dark edge to her voice, though it kept the sweet timbre from before. Sitting proudly with her head tilted slightly askew on its base, Lurid waited for the response to come. Would he understand the renewal that came with death, or catch the subtle hinting at her most dangerous past time? Was he smart enough for such thoughts? Lurid didn't mean to undermine him in her thoughts, the brown brute seemed extremely capable, but how did he not know that in death there is life?

"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'You.'

ART by BRIENA

Koloskivi Roux - Male - Blackblood Dire

Koloskivi's eyes were still on the water when he spoke, only his head moving closer as if she couldn't hear him. " That's not at all vat i was implying, lunnaya boginya ." he tossed a glance over at a large tree where a woodpecker's hole laid agape on the trees' skin. "You see that, an avain once lived their. Only ven Mount Volkan avoke did they have to flee." Only when he finished speaking did he move his head back, his hunger for satisfactory still clawing at his stomach; chipping away at his rib cage. "Death is a natural thingk, yes yes yes," Koloskivi huffed and blinked. "And one might try to quicken the cycle; some might think they have the authority to do so. Some might take pleasure in the sweet coercion of a varm body and its muscle breaking underneath their wrath. Some," he would say while letting his voice getting very soft," like me," his voice went back to the thunderous mumble. "enjoy ripping out and chewing up our fellow species." His amber gaze now fixed on the lavender gaze that seemed to burn right through him.

The beast sat back, content with his response. But her lavender glare seemed to say otherwise. For the first time since his approach studied the women. Her dire form and height; wasn't that much taller than he. Yet she seemed to loom over him. Her pale coat and purple scowl were her best feature, in his opinion. "But could it be true that some could tempted to use this gift as a form of a veapon; a form of aggression," his voice getting slightly louder, barely reaching a normal tone. "A form of succesion thinkingk ill teach him vile im refusing the lesson."

OOC: lunnaya boginya- moonlit goddess, Russian accent]

Not only did he enlighten her on the meaning of his words, but he managed to cause the smile upon her face to widen, at least she knew he was smarter than the masses. They had all seemed to be more interested in the misery sewn by the volcano than the eventual liberation from suffering. This one was different than they were, in the best and most thrilling of ways. His heavily accented tongue danced behind his teeth as he formed one of the sweetest sentences she had ever had the pleasure of hearing. A confession as much as any she had ever gotten, the goddess canted her head just so and leveled her reflective white-lavender gaze at him, the holographic nature of her gaze seeming to change with every motion of her head. Where most would grow frightened, Lurid only felt a sort of anticipation rush through her veins.

To his revelation, Lurid would give him a secret of her own, one that would be easily tracked to the male should she hear any whispers about it reached her porcelain ears. 'Some, like me, enjoy ripping out and chewing up our fellow species.' It was a bold statement to make, especially since he did not smell of a pack to protect him when he hunted. A wolf like him ought to be with others who understood and respected his path. Her mind worked in the most visible of ways, though her true enotions were hidden behind that innocent smile. "Such things are not meant to be used as weapons, at least not all of the time. Just as secrets ought to be left with those we know for certain we can trust. Like us, the hunters of our own. Just as anyone else we need those who can help and protect us to keep us strong. Most are alone in the world, hiding." A distant look etched itself on her features and suddenly the goddess seemed delicate almost.

Some were meant to wander alone, but even the dark-minded goddess dared to long for company and companionship from time to time. It was what happened when one grew up in a pack that was one of the largest in the known region. "Do you fancy a hunt with me? I have had this awful itching craving for something...finer than rabbit." She of course spoke of something far more dangerous than rabbit, something a little more wolfish. Hell, might as well, it wasn't every day she got to run into another monster like herself. 

"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'You.'

ART by BRIENA

Koloskivi Roux - Male - Blackblood Dire

She used the word us freely, letting it drip from her tongue like honey. Paralyzed, and his feet are frozen. Something inside has him wondering is this real. Koloskivi knew she had heard him, but he didn't care that much. His teeth would rot away, he would lather all his skin and his blood would wear thin so why not have a little fun eh?

A hunt? Inside he was jumping for joy but on the outside he was calm and as still as a gargoyle. A small smile trickled from his brain down to his mouth slowly, seemingly cracking his face in half. The way she worded her last sentence made Koloskivi snicker, blinking for a moment. "A hunt vith you vould be splendid, our certain type of hunger could never be tamed vith a dainty, he clenched his jaw. "rabbit." He spit the word rabbit like it was toxic; ill in his mouth. For it would never belong in the beast's stomach; never would break down in his guts.

OOC: Mobile, sorry for the wait!]

The snow white queen smiled as the earthen beast grew still, had she shocked him with her proposal? Lurid moved forward with silent paws and a feline gait to her massive frame, "Come then, let us find something pleasant in nature. Take all precaution that it does not belong to another." Her tongue dripped with the promise of blood, though she did not wish to start anything with pack wolves or mated pairs. The wolf understood family, and she wished to test the brute in a high stress situation. Would he accept her request or go on his own roguish way? 'He could be just what I need in this land. Being out in the cold doesn't suit him.' The young empress thought to herself as she sashayed her way passed the male, her holographic eyes glinting with white and lavender as she did so. They met with the beast's before she opened her maw again, pausing for only a moment.

She decided then, that she would persuade this male to come with her, to help her guard herself so that she might gain somewhere they would both belong. Trust would have to build between them, but he wouldn't be alone. "Call me Lurid. I don't think I caught your name earlier, I would like to know who I am hunting with." It was said in a joking manner, but with an authority she couldn't quite help. Motioning for him to follow her, she made her way to track something filling down. Conversation along the way wouldn't be so bad. Both devils would know when it was time to be a bit more serious.

OOC note: Sorry it's short, but, is an NPC alright? Also sorry for taking so long, I try to balance things out but it gets hectic lol
"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'You.'

ART by BRIENA

Koloskivi Roux - Male - Blackblood Dire

The beast let the smile remain on his maw, claiming it as it's own; dominating the ever changing expression that clawed at the skin upon face, that pulled at the muscles to form the expressions themselves. Scattered thoughts that once were frantic and tumbling over themselves were now calm and collected. "Trust me my dear," he said, Koloskivi's smile slightly fading. "Our strength and size alone vill be all but unrecognizable in the arts of discouraging one whom vould even think to steal away our.." he breathed in heavily. "Unfortunate meal." The beast cackled, such a thing he hadn't done in quite some time. As her lavender eyes collided with his own, a subtle war of soft purple and glowing amber; yet an equal battle all while little blood shed be it spilled today... none of their own anyway. Koloskivi blinked, his gaze still fixed on the woman. The ember orbs sewn into the pockets withing his skull, a malicious grin daringly casting its appearance. 

She announced her self as Lurid, a name he shall engrave in the depths of his skull. Yet the word itself sounded familiar. The word had originated from the Latin tongue, the definition fitted Lurid's personality like the shiny amour one would wear before letting their enemy's blood splatter from their neck; death culling the victim.A dangerous look fell within his eyes as he spoke. "Koloskivi," he said as his teeth clicked together in a smile. "Koloskivi Roux is who your are hunting vith." The beast's paws kissed the ground as he followed close beside her, Koloskivi let his nose wiggle as the scents and sounds erupted as if for the first time gracing his nose. He'd take what she'd offer straight up the nose down the throat, it's a bearable bruise on his conscious. But it felt good, he felt calmer.

 OOC: Caution: Mild Gore. And yes, a NPC is totally fine! Don't worry, take your time!

Their eyes met in a chaotic sort of dance, though his cackle had brought an easy laugh for her, gossamer tail swaying behind her to show good mood. When she spoke, her voice held the good humor she felt within it, "You are good with your words, very encouraging." Another soft, yet somehow darker laugh escaped her as she moved and he fell into stride without hesitation. His introduction was as dark as befit a wolf of his mind, a dangerous smile washing over his maw as he clicked his teeth on the last syllable of his name. 'Koloskivi...' The ringing echo drifted through her mind, carrying his name to the depths of her memory. Pausing in her stride for a moment, Lurid tilted her crown to him with a matching dangerous gleam in her holographic gaze. A test for the beast rang in her head, and she wondered if he might pass. Loyalty was needed after all, and she would be making plenty other enemies. Lurid would keep the male close if she could, more eyes were better than one set alone.

Her thoughts consumed her for a moment as she searched his eyes before continuing their trek. White lavender gaze scanned their surroundings for some poor soul to terrorize. With the rate she had been running into others, she would be awfully surprised if they found no one at all. "How long have you been in these lands, Koloskivi?" Her tongue formed his name as he would have said it, without realization or thought, though it was decidedly female in nature. Not flirtatious, but said in a way that was feminine and breathy. There was an easy sort of calm that developed within the moonlit goddess, and it showed in the graceful, silent way of walking she had when things went her way. A regal pride was exuded from the ethereal creature, her heritage shining through even though she was far from home. A security was felt, though hunger drove her to keep alert, and watch for the unsuspecting.

"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'You.'

ART by BRIENA