Eternal Conquest -Gypsy-

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-13.png] "Speaking" The dazzling evening was filled with a golden glow as the still warm rays of the fading sun tried desperately to fight the falling darkness, but to no avail. The starry sky stabbed at the light with strengthening fervor and the two mixed together in a bloody battle of orange, purple and blood red rays that vaguely resembled an embrace. However the ancient wolf that stalked the sanctuary knew it was indeed a battle, and as usual the darkness would conquer for the night, leaving the brightness to wait for its chance to wreak revenge come the morning. And so it would, for it was the one battle that remained consistent over time and space. The Eternal Conquest. Cæsar had seen many sun rises and falls in his 280 years, but it was always the fall of the light that most appealed to him. His long and powerful body moved without hurry through the mangroves, seeking a place to settle or easy prey to catch and it felt as though his life had now become the monotony it was destined to be, every day the same as the last. His cold eyes pierced the falling darkness, so light they almost glowed with a surreal quality and he kept to the shadows where his white pelt shone against the shadows. He was not one for camouflage in such a diverse location, his pelt was better suited for starch and white lands but this did not hinder his survival abilities for he could certainly and had certainly held his own over the years. A movement in the darkness caught his eyes and ever so slowly he began to transform for it was not long before the outline of a deer appeared in the shadows. The creature remained frozen, terrified eyes staring at the massive white tiger that now stalked it ever so confidently. A second passed before either of them moved and then with a flick of its white tail the deer was off. Cæsar gave it a second or two head start before bouncing off after it, his movements strong and incredibly graceful for one of his size. The tiger seemed to greatly enjoy this chase for just as the night had conquered the day, surely would he conquer his prey. Cæsar quickly caught up to the animal and landed claws stretched out on its back, severing the spine and piercing its neck with a small roar of success. Using his sharper feline canines he sliced through the tender flesh, feeling the animal’s precious life essence now fuelling his own. The meal appeased his ferocious hunger for now, but it would never fully sate the hunter. Soon the tiger had veraciously devoured his catch and he leap onto a thick mangrove root to proceed to clean himself off, this meticulous task done as his strong purr echoed out into the swamp. With his pelt back to its pristine condition he morphed back into a wolf, laying his head on his large and thick paws to gaze at the sky and the mounting moon. C a e s a r 's . S o n g

[Gypsy]

The evening fell with little resistance, hardly any night creatures squawked their farewells to the sun. To the resting sennyo, that was odd. She had lingered in the swap too long as it was, she had planned to make her way back to the canyon by morning. However, if the night brought danger she might not make her travel plans. She sat up, in the long grass, her silky black fur rustling over her lean muscles.

Despite her fickle and whimsy look on life, she did not survive this long by being careless. The blue baubles on her antennae twitched a little. The eerie silence told her that there was a predator near by. She had heard a roar not too long ago, that was what had woken her from her nap. She suspected a calagris was near by, her ears swiveled cautiously. The cold, closed off female examined the landscape with calculating eyes. Feeling unease by the situation she stands and begins striding across the grassland. aiming for the trees just outside the swamp. She did need to get back to the pack, she was not used to having authority, or even responsibilities. Being named beta female was a surprise to her, so she figured she had to at least make an appearance now and then.

She moved gracefully over the grass, her long, willowy legs carrying her easily over the tall grass. Her cold blue eyes kept a careful watch for danger. However she did soon come across the scent of blood. Dammit.... She thought to herself, finding the scent of...wolf? Well. That was a little better at least. She kept moving picking her way through the swamp, not really caring if she got her feet wet. She did pause after a few minutes, the scent of wolf was lingered with something else, something unfamiliar. Myou perhaps? She glanced around, keeping a watch for movement in the pale light of the rising moon.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-13.png] "Speaking" The stillness that resulted from his presence brought a cold and almost cynical smile to his grand face and a feline purr of satisfaction from his large chest. Scraping his claws against the rough bark he flicked his fluffy tail in annoyance; the heat was slightly too stifling for the large predator and his mouth hung open as he panted, breathing in the scents of the night. The thick and downy fur that covered his solid body was effective cover in cold climates, but it gave him cause for irritation in such humid climates. Luckily the winter months made the humidity levels bearable and it was only during these months that Cæsar would dare venture in the south. Winter was his ideal time, it had always been for while others froze in his kingdom he had always been at ease, well sheltered by his build and lengthy taught survival skills that enabled him to embrace the cold harshness of a frosty morning and the savage hacking of dark winter nights. Many many moons ago a female had kept his heart warm as well, but no more did he feel her warmth within his soul, only a nagging voice that spoke to him in his dreams, words of memories that he had conserved. No more did he seek to find love, only conquest and dominance proof of his dictator ways and dormant desire for power. He did not hear the approaching female, the only indication he was no longer alone in his morbid contemplations was the smell of female, pungent and easily recognizable to his consistently hungry senses. He remained still all the same, eyes open as he waited for her to make an appearance, his pupils narrowed into slits that suspiciously resembled that of a cat, waiting for its prey to come to him. His face relaxed into a lazy careless smile, company on such a quiet night might be welcome if the female turned out to be particularly appealing, he always had a soft spot for a pretty face whether he cared for the wolf’s personality or not. The stripes on his fur were but shadows that snaked and circled through his pelt, quiet markings for the mean time and only slightly indicative of his second form. Cæsar was disturbingly proud of his physical body, he knew he made a startling first impression and enjoyed watching wolves guess what possible species he may be, it was but a trick really. He did not see the female at first, his wolf vision noticeably weaker than his feline, and it was but the gracing of the moon’s light on a pair of exquisite butterfly shaped wings and graceful antennas that betrayed her place in the darkened swamp. Remaining still he merely cocked a brow, enjoying the visible feast before him, the wolf’s midnight fur appeared to caress the wolf’s body, highlighted with tones of silver and deep dark blue that reflected the rich jewel tones in her wings which all almost brought an appreciative pur from the male. The female distinctly resembled a enchantress from ancient tales, come to claim a wanderer’s soul under disguise of a fair maiden. Well Cæsar would not be relinquishing hold on what little was left of his soul so easily, he too hunted and coveted in the night and this enchantress had created an interesting first impression on the confident predator. He spoke out, his voice dancing into the night in a caressing manner, “What fair and beautiful enchantress seeks to bewitch and ensnare not but a poor traveler on such a night?” His words sounded old and came out in an almost foreign accent for Cæsar was old as was his tongue but his mind remained sharp and relatively cunning. C a e s a r 's . S o n g

[Gypsy]

She didn't get very far before she felt predatory eyes on her. Of course. She walked toward the beast instead of away from it. Traveling at night was not always the wisest. However a rumbling voice caused her to pause. A male wolf. She glanced lightly over her shoulder, an air of aloof and detached in her cold gem-like eyes. It didn't take long to find the hulking white figure. He was quite large. Her dainty figure could be easily crushed by his overbearing form. Why did the interesting ones have to be so much larger than her. That made the game a little more perilous for her.

Her long, feather-light tail twitched idly as she debated how to respond to his greeting. Her age had allowed her to see and hear quite a bit, however, this male seemed ancient in his mannerisms. He wasn't a sennyo....or a lumen, obviously. For a moment there was a twitch of jealously. If he was ancient, then something was unnatural about him and that was both intriguing as well as repelling. His bulk suggested a yagi, his scent myou. Was he a hybrid? Her nose crinkled a little at the thought. Her response was a frozen blade of poison, "One seems to think quite highly of himself if that is how he greets every female that happens to cross his path." Her butterfly wings softly flapped for a moment as she turned to face him.

She kept her head neutral, she was confident in her survival abilities, and not intimidated by a brute of a male. She gave him a look that dared him to attempt anything. Her size was a downfall, but her attitude was a snarling bitch of an opponent if need be. She looked him over after a moment, not hiding her examination. Her face remained uninterested, her eyes cool, "Either you are overly-confident, or bullheaded if you think such silver-lined words would have an effect me."

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-13.png] "Speaking" Caesar observe the female approach with interest, sennyos were not the most common of breeds, but none the less he had encounter enough of them in his time to be familiar with the willowy shape. This one was one of the more exquisite ones he had met which was enough to hold the brute’s interest. Inhaling he caught the smell of various wolves on her pelt, most faint, was this a pack wolf or simply a well traveled loner such as himself? Her movements were confident for one so small, either a fool hardy show or merely and assertion of confidence in one’s abilities, either way the blatant confidence was enticing His eyes burned with curiosity, by the time the night was through he would get an answer to his questions, of this he was certain. Her sharp words greeted his own sultry ones, ordinarily such a rebuke might have gave younger and less experienced males good cause for shame or worthlessness, but Caesar was not entirely a stranger to the occasional rebuke to his advances. Grinning wider he decided that a little of spit fire certainly made the chase more interesting. The hybrid’s life pleasure was capturing the mind of females; physical attraction was primitive in its barest forms and no longer interested the old wolf as much as psychological conquest. The mind was a terribly complex organism, he had discovered, and to be able to infiltrate another and manipulate their reactions gave him a sense of power that he had always craved. He stretched out luxuriously, rolling his shoulders and giving his wispy tail a little shake before falling terribly still once more. The large cat blood that flowed through his body caused him to enjoy stillness and he could remain at times still for hours, merely observing his surroundings. He could not quench the amusement that crept into his voice as he confidently replied her spar, “Oh I certainly do madame, with just cause.” The cat like smile that lay on his face expanded, revealing sharp fangs as he followed with a cursory wink. “I would have to say that although my line failed to enthrall you it certainly merited your attention did it not?” He chuckled and dipped his head in an almost regal fashion not befitting the typical loner, a small bow that was almost a mocking gesture. Smoothly he added, "Surely such a beauty can’t begrudge a gentleman for giving due compliments?” He gave a false crest fallen face of woe, followed by a bittersweet laugh. “Or perhaps you are one that might value intelligence above beauty? Well I find the two rather parallel, so you’ll have to pardon my blunt appreciation. A wolf such as yourself must be rather confident in themselves to travel at such a dangerous time of night? Perhaps it is not just I that has a high self-merit? Come now, let's be civil, my name is Caesar, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” He silently dared her to meet his words with another rebuke, ears trained forward in anticipation of her reply. C a e s a r 's . S o n g

[Gypsy]

It was a little bit of a breath of fresh air to not have the male prowling around her sniffing at her like so many other males did. At the same time, his stillness was disquieting, she gave the credit for that to his clear myou half. She remained in a neutral stance, keeping her composure as she assessed the situation. It had been too long since she had a good time, however part of the fun was in the game. He was different, it seemed he was quite a gamer as well.

She gave a slight chuckle at his first retort, "Honestly, I don't think you had to do much to gain anyone's attentions. You are hard to miss. You could have just cleared your throat and I would noticed." She offered him a coy smirk. She caught his mockery and matched it with her own, beginning to pas de deux of wit and charm.

She allowed herself to sit down, after first making sure her back was protected from unsavory creatures that dwelt in the night. She had to be prepared didn't she? She didn't always have a large hulking male to scare off foes. Her chilling eyes did meet his as he continued to speak, her lightweight tail flickered mischievously. "I don't begrudge compliments. Though certain lines that come so easily make me doubt their authenticity. I suspect I am not the only female you have used that one one. It seems that your words are hollow and for me, compliment or otherwise. " She gave a knowing smirk.

She liked that the conversation came back around to her. She was quite vain, and honestly probably did value beauty above intelligence. However, she could appreciate a mental match with those she thought worthy. His paralleling the two was not far off base in her eyes, maybe intelligence added to beauty. His piquing interest in her travels made her glance up at the sky, as if judging the night to be dangerous or not.

Her antennae folded onto her head, the bright blue baubles resting on her neck just above her shoulders as she contemplated her answer. She decided that she liked his way of thinking, yes she was a confident individual, she was wise enough to know when to lay low and when to move. It seemed that he had been the one that got her moving this night with his ferocious sounding hunt. "I have traveled for the majority of my life, I can manage well enough."

She noted the scent on the air, "It seems that you are the reason for my movements tonight, Caesar. I heard some beastly noises in the swamp that I hoped to avoid. However, by the smell of things, you are the origin." The scent of fresh blood was not something most wolves could overlook. "Surely my survival instincts haven't gone astray tonight" She gave him a suggestive glance, "Do I need to flee for my life?" She made no effort to move, her sarcasm was thinly veiled.

Her jest could hardly be called that. She was a bit prickly, however she had little fear of other wolves when she felt odds were in her favor. She was placing the pieces on her game board, the goal for tonight was to be desirable yet unattainable. Make him work for it as well as stick around. Sure she could handle herself well enough, but it didn't hurt to have backup not far behind. "I'm not a female that gives my name so freely, sir. Keeping myself in mystery is more fun" She also liked the attention that followed a male trying to figure it out. Hell, she liked most attention that males offered her.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-15.jpg] "Speaking" A sharp look of curiousty flickered in his glacier eyes, this one was certainly confident and her saucy words were well met pars to his own advances. Cæsar was beginning to see that this sennyo had some experience of her own to build upon and the battle of wits was proving to be more of a worthy challenge then he had experienced in a while. Arching an imperial brow at her chuckle he noted that her laughter certainly added to her appeal, he would have to hear more of the charming sound. He was well aware that he was hard to miss, it was rather how he preferred it and since he did not fear other wolve`s strength it did not befit him to hide. However convincing others to leave the comfort of reclusion and approach him was another matter entirely. His mannerisms were often a source of disquieting trepidation among others, and aside from his simple brute strength Cæsar believed himself to possess an aura and savoir faire that certainly could elicit fear on their own. This sennyo did not seem to be affected by it as much as others he had encountered in his past, the female`s blatant self-confidence alluring; of course he had given no indication that he sought to cause discord. Thoughtfully he noted, “Perhaps, but noticing and addressing are rather two different issues entirely. One can note another`s assets and disregard their importance or they can lay claim to true character and address them with due complimentary notation.” He gave her a slight inclination of his head, “For example you might have noticed me, but without good caused failed to follow through with addressing your observation. I merely encouraged a bit of old fashioned discussion, and the use of fancy words certainly never hurts the cause.” His accent was beginning to leak through more heavily, ancient and thick with languid warmth it was born from over 2 centuries of life. He gave a coy smile in return to her smirk, noting the curve of her lithe body and the way to moon struck her eyes. A poisonous charmer if ever he had met one, of course it certainly took one to know one, but it just heightened the stakes bringing a small shiver of anticipation down his spine. Cæsar lived primarily for the hunt, he had nothing else to grasp onto and had lived through too much to gain much pleasure from any other sort of activity. Tonight`s prey was perhaps small, but her beauty and obvious intelligence made its way onto his list of rare finds. Increased value meant increased efforts for the brute, notably since the rewards to be reaped were often more significant than the lesser prey. A chilling look of pleasure crossed his face, using eloquent lines was certainly his trade mark, though in most cases complimentary observations were well fit to recipient. “Oh my dear, if only, but alas I fear I find the use of a single line to attract rather…ineffective. One could not lure a stag with the same thing one might use for a fish, it simply isn`t done. I make room for modifications depending on the wolf, you can`t possibly expect me not to address what I find pleasing in others?” He gave a cocky laugh, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest and like his speech was rich and thick. “I fancy a more eloquent vocabulary, when you have lived as long as myself regular vocabulary becomes dull.” True enough, Cæsar had once upon a time found expanding his knowledge of language an endearing activity, but he had yet to learn a new word that really interested him. These days it was but all practice that he employed, and expansion became trickier to encourage as the years went by. Giving the female a devilish grin he retorted, “It is not really your life you should fear for, some things are more valuable than the mere mortal life that can be so easily disposed of…” At least in most cases, he thought with great irony, as Cæsar had been given the curse of eternal youth and so his own life was not as fragile as other`s. An intentional false crestfallen look crossed his face, “Goodness Madame, are you insinuating that I have beastly manners?” A droll and stark smile turned up the corner of his mouth, Cæsar knew very well how much of a beast he could be, and it certainly did not bother him in the least. A slight shrug of his shoulders indicated the extend in which not knowing the name of the beautiful sennyo bothered him. He had her scent in his memory now and if ever he felt particularly inclined he would trace it and make the due inquiries. A small moue marred his face, “Tis a pity, I am sure it would have had befitted such a charming wolf. Alas, I suppose I will have to resolve myself to talking to a nameless enchantress.” He approached the matter casually; the brute had once been royalty and would not grovel for a name despite his fallen power. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[Gypsy]

She had to applaud how very political he was about most of the conversation. Things that usually strike controversy, were weighed evenly enough on both sides while he artfully declined to offer his true opinions in clear concise form. The idea of having an old fashioned conversation was another new note applied to this encounter. Usually she relied on her looks mostly to entice males into her game, this was going to be a battle of the minds that could quite possibly last for years if they played their hands correctly. Which brought up another factoid that she was chewing on. How old was this guy? Usually she was able to tell if a male was younger than her or not. Most of them were younger than she was. His mannerisms, aura and way of looking at things added an agelessness to him that she was conflicted on. To delve in his wisdom or spit in jealously that he had outlasted her. Which ever the outcome, she made sure to conceal behind her frosty face.

She toyed with his first suggestion a little in her mind, "You noticed and addressed me, in turn I noticed you. Would you prefer if I were to meet your compliments with mine own? If we played that game surely we would be here till the new era complimenting one another." She allowed him the flattery it entailed to be in such a conversation. She was acknowledging he was a specimen worth noticing. Her vanity would keep her ensnared in such a tantalizing battle of ego boosters.

Her tail twitched once more as he mentioned that he had lived a long while. Usually she didn't venture to care about such things. However the last male that she encountered that surpassed her in age laid the foundation for the prickly bitch that was sitting here at present. Though she was hiding it well, she was slightly uneasy about being around another senior male. Her spite for that shadow of the past was the fire that kept her spitting poison and surviving on her own. So her interest in this male was wary, yet true. What had he seen that she had yet to see? Maybe in this game they were playing she could learn from him discreetly. To admit he was wiser would be a dent to her pride, so for the moment she insisted to herself that he was none the wiser than herself.

She finally allowed a slight huff of laughter out at the mention of vocabulary changing, "Hmm, I suppose that could make things more interesting. I'm sure you could find a base female, and insult her in such flowery prose that she swoons, thinking you are likening her to the stars." That she would want to see, she was not a fan of other females and there were certain ones that she would love to watch suffer in amusing ways. She considered how she would witness such a scam. The only option would be to follow the male and wait for such a female to come along. Her cold eyes danced over his massive form, lingering on the important pieces now and again.

He had moved the conversation back to her, in response to her feigned fear for her life. "Why of course, the mind of the living is more fun to play with. As easy as it would be for you to extinguish a life, you seem the type to relish in the long term torment that has no outside indicators." She gave a dark smirk, this male was more similar to her than she thought. Had she been male, she imagined she herself would practice such arts. As tantalizing as it was, a sennyo of her frame would have little luck defending herself if such mind games were to turn afoul. Jealously. Admiration. Both emotions so similar. Perhaps she was painting him to highly. All she had done thus far was make suggestions as to how he might act. It was up to him to confirm or deny them.

A shiver of delight wound it's icy fingers through her body, this conversation was showing more promise than she thought possible. She gave a seductive smile at his crestfallen facade. "A beast you may be. But I'd rather have a beast latched to my hips than to my throat any day. So perhaps if you were beastly it would be an asset and not a flaw. But I remind you, I heard a beastly noise. I have yet to see a beast." She rolled her narrow shoulders back in a half roll, causing her wings to flutter slightly, and her midnight pelt to ripple over her lean muscles.

Her white fangs flashed in a playful smile as he commented on her name, "I have had many names. To give you the one I currently possess is a matter of how this conversation goes. Surely you have not had the same name your entire life. You seem to have been around a while, are you still content with the name you own?" She was far more whimsical on the side of fickle, so she had changed her name at least twice over the many years of her life. The first time she changed it was to help her forget. Other times she let males play at guessing and let them believe the name they came up with was hers. This male would no doubt hear her current name, but when and at what part of their....acquaintanceship was yet to be revealed.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-15.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar nodded his head in an imperial fashion, generally pleased to be conversing with one that was that was not only rising to his challenge but providing a worthy opponent. It raised the stakes just as it raised his interest and this brought a purr of delight from his throat. “Quite right you are Madame, as it should be expected. I do not however seek the return of compliments that are not, shall we say, completely willing in nature. I give them freely for I have lived long enough to know that other`s lives are too precious, why go by without leaving a mark?” He flicked a gray tipped ear back, listening off hand to the sounds of the swamp in its darkest hours, the quiet symphony of melodious nocturnal animals and the hush of the wind in the wispy branches that surrounded the pair of wolves. Delightful. The idea that the pair might find themselves strung in an eternal battle of wits brought a thoughtful smirk to his face, he couldn’t say that he would mind, after all time was on his side and the seductive vixen not only presented his eyes with a tantalizing visual feast but with a hearty battle that caused his adrenaline to spike and his blood to heat. There was nothing quite like a gamble to cause an individual to spiral on the waves of determination and trepidation, a lusty elixir and a powerful drug that Cæsar was not entirely unused to sampling now and again. A deep purring chuckle of cocky satisfaction escaped his maw, “But of course, easy catches and small rewards, really nothing to crow about. Certain etiquette can spark a sense of curiosity from those unfamiliar to such methods, and who am I to relinquish the opportunity to use this skill? Besides, you can be sure they reap some benefits, no one is entirely innocent in love and war…” He implied suggestively, sure he had a tendency to leave conquest high and dry after using them to his satisfaction, but generally he noted they enjoyed the moments like a wolf strung out on the wrong type of herbs. Naturally he did not stick around when it came time for them to recuperate, though the more special few received second visits. Cæsar was not entirely sure when he had begun these habits that caused him to revel in the conquest of those from the opposite sex, he had certainly always had an appetite for their company but nothing as ferocious or consistent as the last few decades. Perhaps it was the loss of his political power that caused him to seek the gratification of success elsewhere? It was plausible, though it did not matter and so what if it had? His brow shot up at the playful comment, a well aimed blow right to the center of his competitive self, was it an invitation or simply another taunt? Rising slowly he uncoiled his long body, though not the tallest of wolves he possessed a rather extended frame that allowed him to leap and covered greater distances then most. The moonlight caught the silver strands in his fur, highlighting it in a cold glow as he stalked his way closer, his movement languid and though not threatening, entirely predatory. Cæsar`s unusually long claws were extended and as he approached the female`s scent hit his midnight black nose, enveloping him in almost exotic feminine notes. Yes, this female may have been small, but Cæsar was beginning to see she was a predator of dangerous proportions all the same. A carnivorous smile etched its way on his handsome face, his white fangs slightly bared as his eyes took an almost hungry look, the blue deepening in the center. His voice rumbled out, a soft growl,[color=214965“That is certainly a wise observation, though it is always wise to be careful what one wishes for…A chap might be all too obliging to fufill any of such demands, especially a beast.. “His eyes did a slow perusal of her slender shape, intentionally taunting her in response and coming to rest at her face, an unblinking stare of male confidence. A slight inclination of his head indicated that he was not of the same mind, “Oh I have always rather liked my name, it is fitting I have come to believe. After 280 years it tends to grow on you.” The last was said casually, but the honest answer to the question was that his name was all that was left of his mother, the first wolf to ever show him true kindness and immortal unconditional love and he wore it with pride in honor of her. Of course he would not be admitting to this rather sentimental side of himself, it came but in rare short burst, only serving the purpose of giving him glimpse of what used to be good in his life. “Go the conversation must but where is always the interesting question isn’t it? I would rather not know, it spoils the fun. If I cannot have a name then perhaps you will riddle me this, what causes one to wish to change their name so often?” It occurred to Cæsar that if this wanton female changed her name periodically then perhaps it would not serve him much good to learn of it.

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[Gypsy]

She was glad to see that her words had rallied the heat to his blood. She liked finding the switches and buttons that operated males. Though she was aware that he had the same mind when it came to females. Her question was this, would the game be to string him along and let him drop? Or would she eventually give him the satisfaction, only to walk away as if she did not share the same content. Or perhaps they would mutually benefit from a series of emotionless physical encounters. The mental encounters seemed more savory this day. So she decided to get that going for as long as she could. With the understanding that she would see him more than once in the future.

He had a point, easy wins reaped small rewards. The more challenging ones were more fun and worthwhile. The occasional ego boost with easy prey was nice, gave the confidence to tackle harder foes. She gave him an approving smirk to his implications of abandoned conquest once the goal was gained. It was eerie how similar they were, all the more reason to keep him around for future banter.

Her cold eyes seemed to reflect the moonlight. Sure she played games, but her truth as guarded deep within her. She was a poisonous creature when she felt slighted in the least. However when things went her way she could be pleasant enough. Her games stemmed from her scorn so many years ago. She used males and a few females, through out her life, spreading her hurt and bitterness by leaving them as she had been left. Yes, there was the adrenaline of the pleasure that was mutually shared. But she never let it go beyond that. Like Caesar, she just wanted the satisfaction of being the victor, and walking away unscathed.

As he stalked toward her in that predatory way, she remained seated. She kept her cold gaze on him with an expression of a mild interest and confidence. He was impressive, however she would not let herself show it. Her feather-light tail twitched slightly as he stopped a hairsbreadth away from her. His growl vibrated through her in a pleasurable way, his scent was strong and musky. He was older than her, she now knew, perhaps he was a myou, it was hard to tell. She was a slight bigot, especially when it came to hybrids and myous. However, his age added a curious uniqueness that she could not quite place or file away.

His voice rumbled out his answer of the name. He seemed to have the opposite response to names that she did. She looked over him once more, now that he was closer some details were easier seen. "I suppose if you liked it, why not stick with it. Or perhaps you want to make your name heard throughout history? Another conquest, that of time?" She raised a suggestive eyebrow. However it smoothed back to her face once he asked her about her name once more. "You may still yet hear it...I don't plan to change it for a time anyway." Her tail twitched again, "I originally change my name because I did not like the one my parents gave me. Then again when I didn't like a wolves that knew me." A veiled lie, she changed it again because of one wolf in particularly, the one who made her the cold-hearted bitch she was today.

She met his eyes, "I find my tastes change over the years, so why not change my name to match such facets?" She finally stood, and took a few steps to the left of him to stretch out her long willowy limbs and lithe body. Her long tail caught a breeze and brushed ever so lightly across his flank. As the breeze died down she walked casually away toward some long grass. The bright blue baubles of her antennae came forward over her forehead and seemed to glow lightly, casting light in the rushes.

She dainty sniffed, then glanced over her small shoulder to the male. "For one as old as you, what brings you to this land? Are you a fellow traveler like myself? Or are you seeking something?" She pawed at the muddied turf, her worn claws pulled up the earth and she was rewarded by a thick tuber. Sennyo preferred fish and fruits, but she had found that some vegetables were satisfying as well, especially those that harbored water in the roots. She figured he could speak whilst she got a snack.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-15.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar gave his fur a tussle, the soft strands gathered around his muscles and cascaded down his back, draping his chest in a downy crest of pale white, and seemed to expand with his movements. Regrettably he moved away from the enticing creature, his movements graceful and lean, resembling the stalking prowl of his other half. Seeking shelter under some low hanging branches he stretched his body out over some roots, nestled in their embrace that resembled a hammock. To hide his restlessness he stretched out, claws extending as his long body expanded to ease the tension from his muscles. It was at once an assertion of his confidence and a way of laying claim to the area using his scent. Being so near such a female was almost painful, and it was this luxuriously slow torture that Cæsar marveled in, the quiet teasing of his senses as her scent over whelmed him and her words teased his mind. A thoughtful look crossed his shadow tainted face, this meeting was ever the more unique with each passing minute, he had not met someone quite so foxy for years. Cringing inwardly he cursed himself for using any word deriving from fox, and like a powerful trigger it threw him into the pass. The slight brush of a silky tail, the delicate nudge of a finely shaped nose, the warmness of brown eyes and the sweet smell of a flowery meadow. These were the memories he kept locked up, memories that painted the stunning picture of his first mate, the silvery fox myou, and last real love, murdered, slain and slaughtered without heart, ravaged and left bleeding to await her mate`s return. Cæsar clenched his strong jaw in anger, a small tick fluttering beneath his eye; bastards. It was that event that had shaped the rest of Cæsar`s life and brought him to who he was today. Without his compass to lead him north he was skewed, left dangling in the infinity and suspended, balancing on the precariously thin line between good and evil, sinner and saint. Chuckling slightly the hybrid decided he was more of a sinner then a saint, playing the holy pure male had never been his thing anyways. This thought finally tore him to the situation at hand and revived the hungry look in his eye. Enough playing around, the past was dead, plain and simple and it was the moment he needed to live for and Cæsar intended to savor every last morsel of it. His large pink tongue came out to caress the tip of his maw, the agony of restraint was much more tantalizing then the release of conquest. Time, another thing he had conquered, and with great pain…Or perhaps it was time herself that had enslaved him? The hag had recognized his potential for greatness, seen him triumph and given him the most pained gift any wolf would ever receive, taking the hybrid under her wing and caging him in her embrace. Like a love struck pup he had seen her as a beauty, a seductive mistress promising him richness beyond his grasp and for the first century it had been a sweet and fruitful affair, until like all affairs it grew old. Unlike other affairs he had entertained he could not leave time, could not shake her off and leave her to pick up the pieces, no, he was time`s mate to toy with, and she had certainly used him well. With bitterness ill disguised as humor he noted, “Time is not so easily conquered, she is a ruthless charmer that weaves her seductive web and catches even the more cunning. Her kiss is that of Eternal Youth, a permanent contract and a fowl prize that gathers rancor over the years.” Turning his solemn gaze, that did not match the casual smile on his maw, on the female he added, “And she has a taste for females and males alike.” It was a silent warning, he was not sure how he had become entangled with the gods and their ways, but at least he could let the sennyo know what danger awaited the more bold mortals. Born- in older times Cæsar had been taught that there was more then one god, and he lived day to day with the belief that the world was ruled by many gods and goddesses, Time herself had chosen him as one of her lovers. His words, though darker, weaved an almost seductively romantic tale and his rich accent weaved through his words, his gaze losing its cool aloofness to gain an almost heated passion that vaguely resembled that of which it use to be in his youth. He nodded at the female`s words, it was a fair reason to change one`s name, no one dictated you had to keep an identity that no longer please you. His face took an a darker look, his smile becoming ever so slightly malicious, he also kept his name so that it would linger in his enemies’ mind, like a poison thorn that would eat away at them. “Tis fair enough, the wolves I do not like usually end up with my names tainting their tongues and burning a hole in their mouth.” He gave a small carnal chuckle, yes his name would ring in their minds for years to come, or until they died. Cæsar had a tendency to act upon his dislikes, causing trouble for those that he did not care for and taking all too much pride in accepting the ownership. He never stuck around long enough to witness the consequences, most of his actions going by without retribution. He watched the she-wolf rise, eyes tracking her movements as his tail flick back and forth, she was a shapely specimen, he could only imagine how many had been ensnared by this one in the past. “Nothing in particular, fresh game perhaps?” He explained, his voice letting the female know in no short terms that is was not creatures he was after. “I do not really seek, I simply move you might say. Whatever really causes a person to wander? Is it because they seek something or is it because they have found what they thought they wanted and now no longer want it, roaming without aim. Perhaps they travel because they do not need to seek, because they are the ones sought out? What about you, why do you travel alone in the darkness?” He shrugged, rolling his shoulders lazily, wasn`t for him to say really, he simply moved, chained to time. He had gained all he had ever desired in his life and then lost it all. He had nothing left to seek for, except the occasional encounter with a pleasing female. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[Gypsy]

She crunched her little snack as he mulled over several things. She looked up at the sky, she should probably get going if she wanted to make it back to the canyon before the next afternoon. His alluring voice was hard to walk away from though. She gave him a nice view to remember her by though, she shifted her weight so her shapely hips sashayed just a smidgen. She glanced over her shoulder as he lounged on the ground. She finally turned once he referred to time. She gave a slight scoff and walked back toward him.

"You don't need to tell me that time is a heartless bitch. How do you think I became so charming?" She flashed him an a fore mentioned charming smile, her white teeth glinting in the moonlight. She stood over him as he lounged there, her cold eyes looking down her dark facade. She traveled so she could avoid the test of time, though she knew it was a fruitless endeavor. She gave him a look that seemed to mirror his own thoughts. All she could do was make due with what she had, most of the time it was not much. Who needed baggage when you lived as long as a sennyo? Living in the moment was the best way to deal with the fickle harlot that haunted every wolf.

Her face went back to it's normal neutral position as he went on about the nefariousness of his name. That was a different way of approaching things. She changed her name to forget those that wronged her, and he kept his the same so those that knew he would never forget. "Seems to me that a reputation follows you, Caesar." She played with his name on her tongue. She supposed she wouldn't forget it anytime soon. Maybe she would tell him her name before she left him.

She glanced behind him at the bramble of rots that seemed to embrace the massive male. His words were not really an answer, more so they were more questions. She appreciated that he was searching for 'game' though. "Aren't we all seeking....game?" She allowed him to finish his musings. She traveled for many reasons, it was not practical for her to get a straight answer from him who was twice her age. Instead of answering right away she stepped back and did a running leap over his lounging form to alight on the roots behind him. Her movement caused a light disturbance of wind, swirling her scent around him as she perched in the roots above and behind him.

"I travel for as many reasons as you I suppose. See new places. Avoid long commitments. Each year my fancy changes. Why stick with the same old when there are so many things to see." Underneath her cynical side was still her whimsical self that she grew up as. She looked down at him, her tail wavering back and forth. She supposed he could know what her purpose was this time around, "Right now I am acting as an envoy for some of the packs in the area." Really she was just traveling from pack to pack delivering messages. She did need to get back to her pack. She was not sure how much longer she was going to actually be a part of the pack, but for the moment she liked Rhia enough to help her out.

She looked up at the sky once more. "That's why I am traveling alone in the dark." She lowered herself down so that she was laying across the branches in parallel with him, she allowed her tail to drop down and brush across his hindquarters. Teasing. "I should be heading out actually, if I want to make it back in a timely manner." She spoke in a tone that suggested she was just out of reach.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-15.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar had to give the sennyo some points, she certainly knew how to hold herself and countered his little jests with great efficiency. None the less he would succeed in his endeavour though it would seem all in good time as they both had a lot of it on their hands. Smiling he dipped his head, a twinkling look of amusement in his eyes, this was one of his more memorable encounters and Cæsar was not about to let this fish off the hook yet. “It seems we both have a preceding reputation, though mine may be a trifle more...bloody.” Slowly he began to transform, quickly filling the space up between them as his body elongated, muscles expanded, paws and face widened and his tail snaked out, slim and powerful. Lying in his place was a large white tiger, his fur now brilliantly white and his striking marking ink black as his blues eyes narrowed into speculative slits. Beast he was, and of this the corrupted and fallen king was proud, he left a trail of broken hearts and torn bodies where he passed through, and his history was fraught with dark affairs and disturbing arrangements. Flicking his tail to graze the sennyo`s spine he purred, the rumbling sound echoing majestically through his chest. The female would now know why he had no fear and why his reputation preceded him from past, to the present and into the future. At 500 pounds of muscle his body suggested well trained strength and he was ever cursed to remain in the prime of his youth, which required a great deal of nourishment as it were, and it seemed this eternal youth also caused his hormones to remain in their youthful stages. A decent explanation of his personal tendencies and frankly a pain for although his hunger could be satiated, his hormones could not. Flicking his black tipped ears he surmised, “Yes, why indeed, though finding a new reason becomes more difficult with each year I fear. Commitment was once my life, I was rather good at it for a time until I realized that no commitment was much more amusing and more of a pleasurable divertissement.” He noted the last cockily, his confident voice masking the fact that he missed being in control of own empire, missed being able to return to one mate, missed the opportunity to start a family and leave a legacy that was not created out of misdeeds. His pride would not permit him to admit this, would not allow him to concede that if he had not pushed his conquest and rampage so much his mate might not have died. The guilt would certainly have worsened his present day condition, but instead he chose the heartlessly dismiss it, and instead seek to satisfy his needs without care for his victim`s feelings. So this little vixen was an envoy? He could imagine the amount of knowledge she might be concealing about other packs, perhaps at a later date he might make good use of this but for now he merely acknowledged her position. “Sounds to be a suitable job, I should expect that the pack for which you work compensates you finely for your efforts, not all are brave enough to travel to foreign territories.” He turned his large frame to face the female in one graceful roll, his feline eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, “The night is a rather good companion, though I can but imagine that he might be found lacking occasionally.” His voice rumbled out suggestively, opening the invitation that should the sennyo ever seek more interesting company he was open to being of use. Nodding thoughtfully he conceded, “Oh I suppose that you should, don`t let my presence disturb your travels,” In his mind he silently hoped that instead it would disturb her thoughts, “I am rather certain our paths will cross again, time is not done with us.” His voice fell through the air; heavy and rich is was certainly suggestive that in fact he was not done with his little travelling acquaintance, though he would not hold her back from leaving. Cæsar let his tail gently caress the female`s jaw line, a velvety soft touch that barely whispered across her fur. He was rather glad his Mistress was so generous in sharing him with others, perhaps she enjoyed seeing her little captive use others in the same manner in which she used him. If there was one thing that Cæsar could certainly agree upon with the sennyo was that Time was indeed a heartless bitch. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg] The female hid her disappointment when the male transformed. She feigned surprise as he became a giant cat. Her glass eyes masked her true thoughts though, A hybrid... She had a deep distaste for hybrids. Part of the reason being that her only litter that successfully came to term was a fathered by a myou by force. She had abandoned the young at the first chance she got and had never looked back. But she held her tongue. This male was unique, they had similar interests, maybe she could put her bigotry aside for this guy. Not that she wanted his presence in her life, but he was proving to be an interesting play thing. She lifted her chin up as he grinned up at her. "You do seem more than capable of making a bloody reputation." She looked back down at him, her cold blue eyes reflecting a little of the moonlight. She was not sure what to think of the giant cat before her. It seemed almost wrong to pursue a relationship with something that was a different species part of the time. Not that she had any intention of having a lasting relationship with him. She would have to mull her options over in the event they crossed paths again. "I suppose being appreciated for my normal traveling schedule is fine. But the night is lonely at times." She batted her eyes a little at him with a suggestive smirk. She leaned into his tail just enough to keep him interested, she would play with him for a while. See where it went, or rather how long she could remain just out from his grasp. " Maybe a big strong beast like you could accompany me sometime. Especially when I go to ...unsavory places." She made her voice suggestive with just a hint of seduction to leave him wanting more. She alighted to the ground as gracefully as she jumped to the roots. She landed softly in front of him. She turned slightly, to give him a nice view of her before speaking, "Oh, I agree...until we meet again, Caesar." She turned to walk away, perhaps this game would be more fun if she gave him a hint on where to find her. Not that she was ever 'home' often. She paused in the shadows of some low hanging branches, the baubles on her antenna set a soft glow so only her eyes were lit, "...and If you find yourself in Ryell Canyon....ask for Gypsy...." With that she turned and melted into the darkness of the swamp.