Prowl with the Greats -OPEN-

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-13.png] "Speaking" Cæsar prowled the tundra borders, a giant white tiger comfortable in the blistering cold and at ease among the needles of ice that threatened to gauge his frozen blue eyes if he was not careful. He had chosen to remain as a tiger among unfamiliar grounds, not comfortable with how the cold decreased his rate of transformation or with the fact that only formidable beasts such as himself could survive the climate. This indicated he could very well be surrounded by well honed wolves, and although an unlikely thought the wind prevented him from hearing and seeing other wolves to disprove the theory. Not but his sense of smell and excellent camouflage skills kept him safe in the white abyss, and with his pure black stripes he looked like a large python slithering through the cold, a disturbing thought indeed. His eyes danced with pale sharp blue sparks, the narrow black slits repulsing the white light that surrounded him in a stifling blanket of luminescent suffocation. Why had he chosen to travel during a storm? He’d be damned if he knew, perhaps it was because he was hoping to find a wolf as confident in themselves as him within the pack that was reported to live in this frozen wasteland that rather appealed to the large brute. He was drawn to the notable cold emptiness that distinguished this land from others, it was a painting of his own heart and he could almost feel the wind moving to the same pace as his paws. Growling in the wind he barred his fangs in annoyance, he had been moving for a while without sign of head or tail of any creature, and yet he had heard this pack was noted for its strength, where were its inhabitants?! His long tail flicked out behind him and Cæsar plastered his black tipped ears against his skull, a feline look of disgruntlement on his maw. His stomach rumbled in displeasure, the hollow sound disquieting and indicative of the tiger’s anticipation. Prey had been scarce and the hybrid needed much more food that usual wolves, his second form requiring considerably more energy. His eyes flashed; normally he knew his limits and how to balance the awkwardly large transformation, but he was disturbed of late. Memories of the past were beginning to blur with events of the future and his head was consistently in disaray. Up ahead a lone rock formation dawned and he sauntered towards the make shift shelter without great hurry, rapid movements required more energy than he cared to dispense at the moment. And that is when the scent of another animal hit his nostrils, the delightful aroma of prey; a lone jackalop. Eyes blazing he approached the formation on the soft pads of his huge paws, stalking the creature and pausing to note the shape of the animal crouched in the crevice of the rock. The little beast had no doubt taking refugee from the storm and though it was but a scrawny thing it was as though someone had served Cæsar his meal on a silver platter. Laughing but softly he rolled his shoulders and pounced, a defining roar echoing out through the storm as the miserable animal’s body cracker under his weight, killing the jackalop on contact. Deciding that he was sheltered enough among the rocks he reverted back to his wolf form to conserve energy, and with a great yawn settled his 230 lbs onto the thinner snow covered by the rocks. With his meal placed between his two paws he began to knaw through the flesh, blood tainting his white maw and paws with hot sticky delightfulness. He cared not anymore about the taste of meat, but blood forever remained delicious, each creature’s life force tasting slightly different than the others. True it was a taste he had acquired over time, but Cæsar now enjoyed distinguishing and recognizing individual blood as a fine art. It could make him an excellent tracker, but he did not enjoy wasting his time playing hide and seek. C a e s a r 's . S o n g

[Kalla]

Kalla sniffed the air desperately, hoping to catch the scent of prey through the buffeting winds of the snow storm. Her stomach growled with discontent, and her muscles shivered in the cold. The tundra was no place for a Cael. If any bit of snow on her melted and seeped into her fur, she would be bear food.

Kalla trudged on, seeking the pack she had scented on the wind hours ago. Kalla needed a pack to live in. She had been surviving of just jackalopes and flying fish during her journeys, and she wasn't going to last on just the small stuff. Especially during the winter months. She wasn't in good shape right now. Her ribs were beginning to show from malnourishment. If she didn't find food soon, she could starve to death.

As Kalla walked onward, the snow cleared enough so she could see a rock formation not too far away. Kalla's silver eyes gleamed with hope. At last, she could find shelter from this storm until it passes, then she would continue her search for the pack. As she came closer, the sweet scent of Jackalope drifted to her nostrils. Kalla's mouth watered, longing for the taste of prey in her mouth. Kalla stalked around the rock, trusting the storm would hide her rusty colored coat. Just as she was going to leap from behind the rock, the jackalope in her sight, the scent of blood filled the air.

Kalla gazed with horror as a huge white tiger got to the prey first, killing it on contact. Scared for her life, and disoriented with the missed chance of a meal she began to slink away, but then she became confused as the tiger transformed into a wolf, resembling the beast it just was. A Myou? It couldn't be. Myou don't transform do they? Kalla slithered back behind the rock wondering what to do. She longed for the protection of the rock as cold wind and snow blasted at her pelt. Kalla sighed quietly. She was lost, confused, tired, hungry, how much worse was it going to get?

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-13.png] "Speaking" Caesar gazed up from his meager meal, hunger still rumbling in his belly as his terribly cold blue eyes scanned the blowing snow. Opening his mouth he breathed in the air, catching the scent of a wolf as his white fangs flashes from beneath the black outline of his mouth. Disappointed it was not more prey Caesar was tempted to simply scare the wolf off, his claws digging into the frozen soil as he flicked his soft and downy tail in indecision. However the scent was female and like his insatiable hunger, the great brute could never get enough of female company. His eyes narrowed to slits as he peered casually at the scenery, noting the faint movement behind one of the near rocks. Gotcha, he thought without much satisfaction, and he sent out an enchanting deep howl of welcome, like a dangerously handsome wizard laying out a trap to catch his prey. “Come forth dear, I can smell you and if you are anything as beautiful as your scent then I welcome such company. Join me under this shelter, it must be terribly cold out there and I can warm you up, you needn't fear me.” His words came out in a luxurious pur, a deep rumble from within his chest as he tried to lure the wolf out from her cover. The resting spot he had found would have comfortably fit two wolves of ordinary size, but at 230 pounds Caesar was a long and large wolf and the fit would be snug, just how he preferred it. It left his companion vulnerable and would give him a smug sense of power over the female. Caesar enjoyed control and manipulating others, especially the vulnerable, and though a tough conquest was incredibly rewarding an easy catch could often serve to sate him until his hunger rose again. Liking his chops the stripped white wolf cleaned the last of the warm blood from his fur, nudging forth what was left of the still warm carcass as an offering to the female. He knew that ultimately the cold would drive the other wolf to shelter, and as need be he would track her down until he knew that if he wanted she could be his. However he remained confident she would choose to join him at this moment, and at that moment Caesar would know that he was the cat and once again the female would be a simple mouse under his paw. That was all any encounter ever was to Caesar, a game that ultimately proved he could manipulate anyone to his desire. Years of loneliness and misfortune had formed this perverse pleasure of his, and he had honed his skills like a blood driven warrior wielded his blade, intent on the kill and focused on nothing else. It was all there was left in life for the fallen Emperor, manipulation and conquest and he bathed in the glorious feel of success at every chance. Today would be no exception and he stretched out, filling the space a bit more and ensuring his scent would cover the female as soon as she approached. He did not complete his ownership of females at every turn, it was more the psychological ownership that please him, the knowledge that he left the greatest impression, caused the largest addiction in his prey and ultimately ensured that no matter what male his conquest would encounter it was by Caesar’s standards that they would be weighed. A small chuckle of amusement rolled from inside his chest, the warm sound silky and satisfied, he was confident in himself and knew that in time all would be his. C a e s a r 's . S o n g

[Kalla]

Kalla shivered. Should she trust this stranger wolf? Well, he didn't smell of a pack, so he wouldn't do anything about her being in this territory. And why else would he hurt her. Perhaps this really was an act of kindness, and not a fib? Kalla decided to show herself, since there was no point in hiding. The wolf had already detected her. Kalla padded out from behind the rock, showing herself to the wolf.

The white wolf was hard to see in the flurry of snow. He was barely detectable except for his gray stripes and striking blue eyes. Kalla was like a mouse compared to this bulky wolf. He was much larger than any other wolf Kalla had ever known. She was quite the contrary, with silver eyes, and a rusty colored pelt. She was small of stature, and could easily be crushed by this large wolf.

Even though Kalla felt intimidated by this bulky male, not to mention he could transform into a tiger, but his words were enchanting and inviting. It was awfully cold out in the open. Every muscle in her body seemed to be shivering. She longed for the protection of the rock. Deciding she had nothing to lose, she crept slowly to him. Kalla stopped for a moment. "I am Kalla. Who are you?" Kalla asked. It would be awkward to be next to a stranger, and not even know his name.

She didn't easily trust strangers. She never has, not since her old pack became corrupted with betrayals and lies. This made her very wary of who was really her friend, and who wanted to tear her apart limb for limb. Her mother was lost to the pool of lies, and it scarred Kalla for life. especially since the murderer was her own father. It hurt to think about her life in the past, and she tried to push it out of her mind, the image of her mothers terrified face before she was killed.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-13.png] "Speaking" Cæsar casually watched his latest interest approach him, just like the prey that is unsure to trust the quiet predator. Well she should not have trusted Cæsar, though he had no intentions of harming her, but he intended to leave a psychological presence that would haunt her thoughts until the day she died. Grinning broadly he cocked his head to the side, quietly taking in her small shape, tawny fur and silver eyes. Certainly he had seen more beautiful but all the same she was a pretty sight and he gave his chops a quick lick; perfect. His frosty blue eyes rose to pierce at her own silvery ones, blue cobalt fire teasing and enthralling. Eye contact was critical in this slippery game, and Cæsar knew he was gifted with note worthy eyes. His voice spilled out, warm liquid in the frozen air inviting and caressing, "My my, aren`t we a beautiful creature, it must be my good fortune to find such a ravishing flower so far North. Won`t you join me? I have sparred some morsels if you crave food." He gestured to his easy catch, the blood still warm but cooling rapidly. Using his fluffy striped tail he patted the spot beside him, beckoning the female closer. His ears swiveled as he caught the sound of her stunning voice, a cael no doubt and the name Kalla registered in his memory. Carefully he sniffed at the air, breathing deep and taking her scent into his lungs so that he might track her if he ever felt incline to see if his ministrations had taken effect. Breathlessly he replied, oozing charm, "Kalla, such a sweet name for such a lovely creature, enchanted to make your acquaintance my dear. My name is Cæsar, and don`t let my size intimidate you, I am really just a pussy cat at heart." He chuckled, a pussy cat with a mean hunger he added silently, but the poor dear need not know it. He gave her body an appreciative look, purposely gazing longer and rising to meet her eyes to let her know he was indeed interested. Frankly he was not, but he had found females tended to be more at ease if they thought their companion was gushing in admiration in their presence. C a e s a r 's . S o n g

[Kalla]

Kalla's ears twitched nervously. Does this Cæsar think her to be an idiot? Unless he comes from an exotic place where everyone speaks like him, there was definitely something fishy about his words. His eyes seemed to stare affectionately at her. But there was something wrong. Memories flooded back to Kalla. The look was familiar. Father. He had the same false look as her father soon before her murdered his mate. A look Kalla had become wary of ever since.

Kalla growled warily. "Do you think I'm an idiot? I'm not buying it. You trying to enchant me with your extravagant words? Well, I definitely don't talk like that normally. And you give me a false look. I may be young, but am well-traveled. I've looked lies in the face. As tempting as you may sound, I can't trust you. You'll have to do more than spill poisonous words to gain my trust." Kalla scolded defiantly.

Her heart ached thinking of her deceased Mother. Kalla could almost see Fathers face in place of Cæsar's. Oh how they were alike with those false looks of passion. It disgusted Kalla. She hated it. The nerve of some wolves! Kalla gave the male a strict look, followed by a growl. The hairs on her back was standing on end. Definitely more than words this wolf is going to need to gain her trust.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-15.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar did not bat an eye, the same frozen charming smile on his maw as he gave Kalla a pensive look. Goodness but the she-wolves in this land were prickly, it would certainly keep the brute occupied if he was to break down all their defenses; and he would. Fact was once a relation was built with those reluctant to give it Cæsar would feel the magnitude of his conquest on a higher degree, the knowledge that he had charmed those unwilling a just reward. It was never his intention to crush them afterwards, he could without it affecting his conscience, but the task was simply too easy and did not spike his interest. Laughing with mild amusement at her haughty retort he but merely absent mindedly licked a stray spot of blood on his great white paw, letting her fume in silence. After a minute he finally deemed he could bother replying, a small smirk on his face. This time when he spoke he did not conceal the ancient accent that had been conceived after years upon the earth, the thickness and richness of it flowing like a hot spring into the air. “Tsk, such assumptions can cost one their life in many lands; I would suggest that miss consider the impact of her words with more due diligence in future interactions.” He scolded gently, making light of her angry words. His tongue rolled luxuriously off each word, the garb so rich it was almost difficult to discern. “Perhaps you do not use such a rich vocabulary as my own, and you are all the more poor for it, however I had lowered my dialect so that lesser practiced individuals might entertain a conversation with my own character.” He gave her a regal glare, small in size but high in magnitude it displayed a general contempt for the insult. He tensed his body, a force of rippling steel as he challenged her words, entirely convinced in his own abilities. Running an extended claw through the ground, that was eerily long and sharp for a wolf, he sliced through the thin covering of ice, letting his scowl dissipate into a semblance of a grin. The result was immediate and as fast it had appeared, his face lost the cold ruthlessness that had been instilled into him after years of leading his own empire and shifted into that of a common dazzling young male. Brilliant blue eyes gave her a dopey apologetic look, Cæsar enjoyed changing rapidly to confuse his subjects, and it left them guessing and him genuinely satisfied with his performance. “Poor misguided youngster, you are but still a pup…I have lived 280 years and no longer seek to instill trust, you will have a rather sad life if you build it upon such ridiculous notions.” His eyes blazed a bit at that, he never sought out to create real trust, just a false sense of comfort. That statement certainly was the extent of his honesty in the conversation, though no words were ever false, mild exageration was how he prefered to view them. “But I do seek amicable encounters, pity if this world cannot accept such a simplistic notion. “ He let her mull over that, intrigued as to how this prickly she-wolf would respond. Either way it was no great loss to him, that was the great things about females; plenty of fish in the sea. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[Kalla]

Kalla's fur prickled with anger, her lips drawn back in a snarl. She did not take kindly to insults, neither did she like being toyed with. If this Cæsar wishes to somehow manipulate her to whatever his needs may be, to have a mate she's guessing, he wasn't going to have her.

Kalla soon felt pangs of hunger coming again, which she had ignored when she encountered Cæsar. She was very cold, and once again, the offers from the stranger seemed even tempting then before. As much as she didn't like this wolf, she probably wouldn't survive much longer without some kind of meal. Cæsar once again changed her expression, looking even more inviting. Kalla tried to push it out of her mind, but with the chance of a free meal, it didn't matter any more. 'Eat and leave. That's the plan...Don't let him get into your head.Just take the food.', Kalla thought, trying to reassure herself.

"Alright, I'm going to accept your offer, but don't expect anything from me. I'm going to eat and once the storm passes, move on." Kalla said trying her best not to sound agitated. Kalla slowly approached Cæsar, now unsure whether he would still let her take up the offer. Kalla looked at Cæsar, letting her silver eyes ask if she could come closer.

Kalla silently prayed he wouldn't follow her once she left. She didn't want to deal with a stalker. She just wanted to find a pack to settle down in, and live out her life. Kalla shifted uncomfortably, under the white wolf's intriguing gaze. She just wanted to get this over with and move on.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-15.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar couldn`t help it, the urge was stronger than his will power and he let out a great rumbling laugh, the sound echoing from the cavity of his chest and coming out in an almost delightful purring noise. The female looked so charming with her snarling face and bristling fur and it took all his reserve to not reach out with one great paw and pat the she-wolf on her head, there there, he thought. He had begun to view the wolf as one that he might influence, not so much to create false illusions of intimacy, but perhaps to simply bat around, like a young pup with a frightened mouse. He snorted at her angry reaction, unscathed and unconcerned, she was too small to inflict him damage and certainly what damage she might cause would disappear by the next day, his eternal youth erasing any traces of a scuffle. Shaking his head ruefully he noted, “Pardon the illusion, I never expect much from others, that in itself would be sheer stupidity. Do go ahead, as for myself I think I shall stay a while longer and enjoy your somewhat reserved company, this storm poses no threat to me, but all the same you amuse me.” Cæsar had enough experience to be able to brave the storm, his thick and downy pelt an effective protection against the cruel wind, but he felt like antagonizing Kalla some more before he lost interest. There was nothing like a game of test his prey`s limits, he had often used this method on his enemies` troops in past centuries and found it to be a rather rewarding venture. Cæsar knew his scent covered the small shelter, Kalla would wear it for some time and this brought a cheeky smile to his maw, it would show other males that he had laid claim on this female and although he was not of a mind to take her as a mate it still tickle his fancy that he now considered her his. Cæsar was a very possessive and jealous fellow, and although he himself might claim many females, he grew easily angered if he noted others approaching them. The thought brought back fond memories from over 80 years ago when he had claimed a stunning lupus. He had certainly mated with this one and once disinterested and bored had moved on, but not before ensuring his scent covered hers and that she would not soon forget his name nor what she had felt with him. Upon passing through some months later during his travels he had sought out the vixen, planning to spend an active night with the female only to find his prize being used by another male. Fury had ignited in his heart like ice cold shards, and he had proceeded to drag the smaller male off and slowly kill him, tearing him apart piece by piece while giving the unfortunate chap the illusion that he stood a chance of escaping. Naturally the female had been distraught at first, she had believed herself to love the murdered wolf, but Cæsar had quickly helped to change her opinion, he was the best at pleasing females, he understood how to maneuver around their minds. Naturally he had left that one for good, she was used baggage to him from that point on, but all the same it had served to demonstrate the one thing that could ignite his vile temper and truly bring out the beast inside. He gave Kalla a cocky look, one way or the other he had gotten her into his little shelter and convinced her to take his offering, it mattered not in what condition she had accepted. He was certainly a patient enough chap, and he would never physically harm a female, his ways more firmly encouraging then anything. “You`ll be much warmer in here while you wait.” His whole posture demonstrated that he knew he had won the round, his head held high and his body relaxed, the image of feline grace, fluid danger, subtle seducer and eerie calm. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[Kalla]

Kalla's fur bristled with fury, but she somehow restrained herself. No point in getting in a fight with him. She would never win, and Caesar probably wouldn't put much of an effort anyway, seeing Kalla as not much of a threat. Kalla slowly padded to the rock-shelter. Kalla nestled herself next to the Caesar. It was a tight fit, but because she was so much smaller than him, she was able to fit into the space. Now that that she was closer, Kalla could see the male more clearly. He had a Thick coat, striped with gray, resembling the tiger form she had just seen him as. Even with his thick coat, Kalla could still spot the powerful muscles that lay beneath. He looked very majestic overall. Kalla wondered if Caesar was ever in a pack, and not in one now. Surely a pack would have him at quite a high rank with his size and strength?

The scent of the Jackalope scraps drifted over to her, reminding her of the meal that awaited her. Kalla reached out, and pulled the prey to her. It was not much, but enough food to sate her hunger until she found more prey. Kalla scraped every last bit of meat she could, savoring every little bite, not knowing when her next meal would be. Soon, the was nothing but a pile of bone, fur, and two antlers. Kalla pushed them aside, except for the fur. She rested her head on the tiny pelt, and closed her eyes. She was very tired, after roaming non-stop for so many hours. And her meal made her just as drowsy. And the sooner she went to sleep, the sooner the storm would 'pass'. She always felt at peace when resting. All her worrys would wash away, and she would rest without the concerns of the world. This made her cranky when she awakes, not wanting to let the peace of her dreams slip away yet. Her mother had always said she was a deep sleeper. Kalla wasn't asleep, but she already seemed at ease.

Her past life always seemed to haunt her dreams now and then though, and this time, with Caesar's likeness with her father, the memories were still fresh in her mind. Trying to push her father's image out of her head, she decided to strike a conversation with Caesar. She wasn't ready to sleep yet, afraid her mother's death would once again repeat in her dreams as it had so many times before. Perhaps this would take her mind off it. "So, um, what's your life story? Well, you don't have to tell me anything personal. I'm just curious. You say you're 280 years old, so you must have some stories for this 'pup' here." Kalla questioned, challenging Caesar's insults.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-19.jpg] "Speaking" Ooc: I am a jerk, I cannot believe I missed this thread, goodness you should have kicked me. Cæsar watched with vague amusement as Kalla settled herself, his large body seeming to dwarf her own which was fine by him. His catch was soon ingested under her hungry ministrations the remaining pieces discarded for the earth to claim. Shifting his shoulders lazily he wondered what approach he might use next, disinclined to change his ways after so many years. One way or the other he would make a lasting impression, and if anything Cæsar could be a rather adaptable fellow, based on the rewards he could reap for his efforts. Right now it looked as though the female was rather tuckered out, which suited him for a weary wolf was generally one on which impressions could flounder without as much obstacles as on an alert wolf. The hybrid was planning on inquiring about the female`s own personal circumstances when she voiced a similar question of her own. In all honesty Cæsar wasn`t one to share his past with others, it was a dank, festering story of power, love, greed, betrayal, loss and corruption that at best would evoke horror in listeners. Darkly the male imagined it was all with good cause, his experience was one he struggled to obliterate from his thoughts, his emotions were dangerous volatile things that needed to be kept locked away in only the deepest of dak caverns within his frosted shell of a soul. Soft shimmering silver fur brushing against his pelt, quiet sultry murmurings, gentle brown eyes, flash backs of another life played through his mind. His mate had been raped, beaten and murdered to destroy Cæsar, a vengeful act from an enemy pack that had resulted in the loss of his one and final true love. From that time on there was no love, no affection, no kinship, only lust and satiation of mutual needs between Cæsar and his mates. His body had betrayed his mate time and time again, he was a beast with needs that were only instinctual, but his heart had remained closed, sealed shut upon witnessing the silver fox myou stone cold dead, lying in a pool of her own blood with a pained expression of horror upon her once beautiful face. Face upon face of females, some kind and undeserving of his cold attentions, some just as vile and poisonous as himself and none of them satisfying. Destruction of mates, creation of fatherless pups and degradation of hopes and dreams was what he left in his wake, but he cared not, could not care if he wanted to. He had been more then King, he had been commander of an empire of an agglomerations of packs ruling with an iron resolve and conquering all that sought to oppose him. He had been destined to surpass all rulers that had ever lived before him, Eternal Youth guaranteeing an endless reign until it all came crumbling upon him, time and time again ruin followed him in his wake. With a grim and carnal voice he said , “I do not have stories, I have nightmares that should not be wasted upon youthful ears. Your own haunts will catch up with you in due time, never mind acquiring my own.” Flicking an ear back in irritation a small tick appeared in the corner of his luminescent blue eyes. C a e s a r' s . S o n g