Follow the Stars

[carlisle]

The winter had frozen the rivers, and snow was falling gently onto the ground. Blades of tall grasses still poked up, and all was a calm silence.
Suddenly a russet figure appeared. The Lyxxus looked left, then right, her yellow fur bright in the daylight. Her sunset blue eyes grazed the snow. Suddenly the young Lyxxus pounced into the air, her paws landing on the scruff of a jackalope. Her golden-tipped ears flicked east, but she dispatched her prey and knelt down to eat her small meal.
As the wolf finished eating, her yellow muzzle smeared red with blood, she again flicked her ears to the east. Something was trodding there, out of her sight. Whatever it was it was plenty larger than a fawn. Carlisle stood up, unsure of what to expect.
She relaxed as a doe and her aging fawn appeared from the crest. At least she hadn't met any other wolves yet. Carlisle didn't like to fight if she could avoid one. The doe looked up at her, stamping her hooves as if to say "I'll take you."
Carlisle turned and trotted over the snowy hills, her light paws barely pressing into the snow. She was glad it was winter. Any other wolves would either be after the herds of deer and elk, or roaming around as a pack. Also, it was December. December was nearly over. Although Carlisle did want company, she knew what January meant to a wolf. She also knew that there would be plenty of rogues roaming about in the next month.
Sitting beside some frosted Foxgloves, she pondered over what to do. She could keep hunting like she was, living out her life as a loner. She didn't mind it too much. But being a wolf, she longed to have someone-somebody-to spend her days with.
What should I do? she thought. She paced in a circle, her tail down. Looking up at the pale blue-white sky, she saw the first stars starting to appear. Soon it would be night-time and she would have to dig herself a pit of snow in which to sleep.
As her claws her gently shifting the layer of snow- which really wasn't that deep- she suddenly yelped with pain and fell. Looking down she noticed her front right leg was lying awkward. She tried to pick it up, and as pain seared through her paw she realized it was broken. She sat down uncomfortably and held her paw up. More pain arose when she tried to lick it.
Finally she dropped to her side, letting the snow burn her paw. She closed her eyes, wondering why fate was not favoring her. She heard a roving mouse sniff at her paw. She ignored him. What she needed to do was rest and let herself heal. She laid her ears against her head, and slowly relaxed into the pre-sleep phase.
Just before she fell asleep, however, she heard not too far off the howling of another wolf.

[Elegance Darkly]

Elegance closed her dark muzzle, completing her lovely howl of a song. She did this after every kill, well, at the very least, her more gruesome ones.

And what a sight this kill was!

The Keiyou, a brown so dark it could have been black, eyes the pinkish-blue of a sky before the sun began to set, tail waving with glee, had created a work of art. She hadn't really been hungry when she saw the jackalope, but she had decided to kill it anyways. Now she had peeled its skin from it's flesh and rearranged it's insides, tying neat little bows with it's intestines, playing puzzle games with it's bones and painting her initials in the light snow with it's blood.

Elegance laughed, the light, merry sound of silver bells seeming odd coming from such a dark and vile beast. Swishing her thin lion-like tail she wandered away from her lovely mess. Aptly named "Darkly" she seemed like a shadow of death, chuckling as she left behind the carnage of her murderous passion.

Somewhere, not to far off, she sighted another wolf, a Lyxxus by the looks of things. She was laying in the snow, one paw sprawled awkwardly. Broken? Elegance grinned.

"Hello," she cooed, "You seem to have fallen afoul of something nasty. A broken leg? How tragic! You can't run, can you? Poor dear, you can barely walk..."

She sat down, pulling one wing away from her body to groom its feathers.

"I believe I can be of some assistance," her voice was like music, a thousand angels singing their love for life into the cold, sweet air, "It will hurt... a lot. But trust me, I can make any pain stop rather... abruptly, whenever I like..." Dipping an bow worthy of her name, she introduced herself to the helpless wolf, "My name is Elegance Darkly, glad to make your aquaintence..." Her smile was bright as the sun, but it hid a thousand daggers behind her silken tongue.

[carlisle]

Instantly Carlisle was alert. She sat up, and in her haste twisted a muscle. She paid it no heed. Her eyes narrowed, and she knew this wolf was capable of trickery. She did want help, but she also knew she would heal on her own. She stood up-leaning slightly because she was holding her paw up. She gazed into the other loner's eyes, trying to look into the depths of her.
Finally, Carlisle took a step back and turned her head slightly to the side.
"If you don't mind," she said kindly but with a slight edge,"I would love to be able to move about. This weather is getting the better of me."
As she spoke, she shook off a flake of snow that had kissed her ear. Suddenly she sniffed, and caught the scent of jackrabbit. The scent was on the Keiyou was not strong, but now she could smell it. The wolf was bigger, too. Although she looked kind, Carlisle didn't know what to expect. Gingerly she held up her leg, her paw dangling like a loose board.