Wanderings *OPEN*

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-15.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar did not like this land, it reeked of so many wolves that his nostrils seemed to be on scent overdose, causing him to blink his eyes furtively in an attempt to clear his head. He felt tense and alert, high on the defensive he had chosen to take his tiger form for added protection and now stalked through the outskirts of the pack`s land. It was mere curiosity that had drawn him into the Lumera Valley, he did not seek to join any pack, did not want the burden of having to care for anyone but himself and could not stand the idea of having to start at the bottom of the food chain and work his way up. However, he was a strategist and in times of war it was always best to gain allies, Cæsar just needed to know who would be the best to have on his side. His long body prowled without shame across the snow covered hills, blending eerily well into its surrounding with not but faint gray stripes to give him away; that and a predatory scent rather uncommon to most wolves. His black pupils were narrowed into slits against the glacier blue of hi s eyes and his ears were swivelled forward as he listened for any indications that he was not alone. Frankly he would not leave until he had conversed with someone, knowledge was power in its own right, and although he had an over abundance of wisdom and experience it still remained critical to keep up with the times and foolish antics of younger wolves. The sun peeked out from the mountain in the mid morning hours, bathing the cold and frosty valley in a warm glow and the sky began to lighten, it would be a cloudless day and already the air was frosty, no doubt it would get colder as the day wore on. Raising his great head the tiger sniffed at the air, opening his mouth to taste the crisp cleanliness of it as it teased his numerous whiskers. His long and thin tail snaked behind him, twitching and impatient like a rattle snake poised to strike. Large footsteps followed his progress in the icy snow, slight gauge here and there where he had purposely raked the ground with his long obsidian claws in an attempt to leave a trail of his scent. Females tended to be allured by his smell, perhaps it was the promise of danger and the heavy thick undertones that spoke of richness that enticed them so, Cæsar would never really know. He always hoped to encounter she-wolves; they were easier to converse with, however he was not opposed to some male conversation on this particular day. Whichever suited his fancy, as long as the hybrid had something to gain from them. He rolled his shoulders uneasily, his taunt muscles rippling with constrained restlessness. It was high past time that he should have gone on the hunt, he needed larger prey to sustain his body and a chase to calm the beast caged within him. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[Estotia]

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2chkl10.png] ooc; Mind if I join you? Estotia didn't enjoy winter. That was solid fact, not subject to change any time soon. The young lyxxus didn't even know why she had traveled so far east at this time of year. The west and south held a much firmer promise of warmer weather. Warmer than it was in Lumera, anyway. True, Estotia's short red coat was thicker in the biting chill, but it was still short. She lashed her single tail once and pawed at her nose in an attempt to warm it. Alas, it was no use. Her paws were just as cold if not colder than the rest of her. Dodging the mild wind, she ducked down further, he soft, pale belly fur brushing the snow. She had given up on blending in long ago. Her only chance of camouflage was to roll over and expose to underside to predators. That wasn't an option. Not ten minutes ago she could've sworn she'd heard a dragon's roar. If it was her imagination, she would curse herself. Still, she couldn't take that chance. She wasn't an appetizer. Estotia's ears lowered as she squinted her brilliant cyan eyes against the cold. She was about to sigh irritably, when a scent hit her. She must've been too occupied with the temperature that she had completely ignored anything else. She took a deep sniff to make sure she hadn't missed anything else. Every scent was old, though that one was fresh. She put her nose to the ground and tried to track it. after several long seconds, she noticed some deep score marks in the snow. Any other day, she would've turned and sprinted in the opposite direction, but this spiked her curiosity so much, she couldn't shake it. What could carry a scent like that? The faint wolf scent was drowned out so much, it was almost buried. What animal could smell like two different beings? She hadn't scented anything like it before. Almost all of her instincts told her to run, but she found herself rooted to the trail as she began to advance. 'Just a quick look can't hurt any... If it's dangerous, I'll run,' she thought, nodding curtly to herself. Fighting the pull of her flight instinct, she followed the trail a short way before spotting something. Instantly, she flattened herself as much as she could, her keen eyes searching for the smallest hint of life. Her claws slid out and dug into the dead grass and leaves beneath the sheet of snow as she spotted it. She almost felt a tinge of envy. The large animal blended in almost perfectly. She stiffened, ready to take off if it showed any sign of an attack. She wasn't even sure if it had noticed her yet, though she knew it wouldn't be long if he hadn't.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-19.jpg] "Speaking" Beginning to grow restless and hungry the tiger pushed on, determined to attract some attention to his large shape, something with which to keep himself occupied. The cold blue of the landscape contrasting against the blazing rays of the sun would have been a wonder to behold, had he not seen it time and time again. For the ancient wolf, sunrises and sunsets were but dull phenomenons, just the coming and going of another day in an endless cycle. For once he wished he could bear witness to a day without a sunrise or a sunset, a chaotic day that would plunge the rest of the world into a terror filled land of apocalyptic events where slowly individuals would be wiped out. It tickled his dismal fancy to imagine such a dystopian event coming to rouse these pack wolves, they would then know that just because they were safely tucked away in the comforts of their territory, did not mean they were ever truly safe from the wrath of the true beings that mattered; the very gods themselves that controlled the world and dictated the course of their worthless lives. Cæsae could picture it with ease, and the thought that something horrific in nature might finally come down, unleashed from the gods, to destroy common wolves was an enticing and intriguing one at best. Would his goddess of time spare his life, even if saving her lover would evoke the wrath of other gods? He did not care either way, perhaps she would simply kill him off so that she could welcome him into her sickening embrace in death, and Cæsar shuddered, wondering if her embrace would be the suffocating type. The male could not stand those that were unduly cling ons, always trying to sap affection and attention from him with their pleading eyes and trivial whimpering. Scoffing at the thought the fallen king moved on through the thick snow, webbed paws helping to keep him afloat in the bitter cold ocean of ice that covered the valley. His thoughts danced into the darkness on his mind, swirling and teasing they lapped at his darker beliefs hungrily, gently stoking and encouraging the foul beast he was becoming with age. He did not believe the world was ruled by a caring and loving Great Spirit, great bloody beards no, his theory was older and more from his time than this modern notion. In Cæsar`s mind, the world in which they lived was but a play thing of several gods that lived in their own universe, toying with their toys at their guise. There was no love and care in their hands, they merely sought to expand their power and test the limits of the small beings bellow them. Generally there was a consensus that any wolf not from their world was off limits, but every now and then a God or Goddess took a liking to a wolf and would mark him as their own, usually with a power that insolent wolves considered gifts. Really they were brands indicating that the giver had taken the gifted as their own slave and would use them to satisfy their needs. Poor fools, he thought with cruel disdain, they enjoy their powers never knowing that in death they will serve their god or goddess for eternity. His was a jealous lover; anytime Cæsar tried to steer from her path she would slap him back into place. He had tried to love, had known a beautiful and deep love with his first mate that really was a kindred affair not witnessed before in his own history, but his ethereal lover had taken his mate from him, sent his enemies to ravage her and slay her within the safety of her own pack lands. Yes, these wolves were delusional if they thought that their pack borders would protect them, everyone one of them more disillusioned than the last. In the end chaos always won, because the gods were heartless bastards that really did enjoy unleashing their own self hatred on those lesser then themselves. Cæsar didn`t doubt this for a second, Time had spoken to him and showed him through the passing years the honesty of this realization. Above him a big black crow cawed in approval, and the beast knew his goddess was watching him, her hungry claws dug into his soft hide. Flicking his ears back he looked over his shoulder and had he been a wolf he would have missed the small wolf crouching in the snow. However, as it were he was not in wolf shape and his eyes did notice the smaller female. Raising a brow he wondered if he should just ignore this one and keep going or hope for the best and address her presence. Deciding the later might be more worthwhile on this bleak morning he shifted back into wolf form, still standing at 45 inches and weighing in at 230 pounds, but at least he had lost the worst of his predatory appearance. Turning around he made his way casually backwards, mildly peeved with himself for not noticing the wolf before. However he had not been downwind so he could not have caught her scent and lyxxus were notorious for being silent. Adopting a charming grin of welcome, his eyes twinkled dangerously bright, vivid cold blue orbs against the pale white fur and soft charcoal stripes. His voice came out in his usual rich voice, the accent noble and ancient and yet terribly warm in contrast to his cold features. “Good morning`miss, you tracking anything in particular?” He teased the female, a faint trace of flirtatious amusement on his voice. No matter how small or large, a pretty face was always welcome in his books. And this one was certainly pretty, her turquoise eyes gleaming against a dazzling fiery pelt against the cold backdrop of the wintery scenery. Rolling his shoulders Cæsar sat down to appear less dominating, though he really could not help the matter, it was in his genes to take a powerful stance and his sheer form simply contributed to the matter. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[Estotia]

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2chkl10.png] The animal was still moving, making it obvious that he either was ignoring her or genuinely hadn't noticed her yet. She pinned her ears back further as the cold played with their black tips. God how she hated winter. Game was scarce, rain refused to melt and the wind bit through to the bone with chill. Being a Lyxxus, she could assume it was a bit worst for her than other thick-furred wolves. Had she anything better to do, she wouldn't have continued to snail after him as she was. Her small cat-like paws slid smoothly and soundlessly except for the hushed crunch when they pressed into the snow. Her black tail-tip twitched and she drew it in towards her body, sheltering it. She had nearly given up. She was prepared to back off and slink away towards the nearest shelter when the male stopped and looked back at her. She froze, rooted to the spot, her eyes widening slightly as the animal transformed before them. He was a bit smaller now, but not by much. It was apparent now that he was a wolf, or at least he looked like one. Estotia hadn't seen anything like him before. She had heard that some wolves could alter their appearance or even change into an entirely different form, but of course she hadn't believed it. Now, seeing one of them for herself, she was astonished. Even in this slightly less intimidating form, he still reeked of power and confidence. As he advanced towards her, she sat up slightly, determined to show that she was not the type to cower. Even though she wasn't a fighter, she wasn't weak. She couldn't give off that image and would stand her ground. However, it didn't appear that this stranger was looking forward to an attack. He flashed a smile that seemed friendly enough, and she abandoned a few of her suspicions, though she still held onto a few. After all, looks could be deceiving. “Good morning`miss, you tracking anything in particular?” His voice fit his posture. It was deep and rich, attributes that not many could claim. Behind his appearance, he seemed higher somehow. There was a natural sense of dominance, and though she couldn't pinpoint why, it seemed to have been earned. Instinctively, she remained a bit lower than he was. Her tail tip flickered again at his tone. "Oh, no, not really, I was just curious..." she said lamely, sighing. "I'm Estotia. I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" she asked, not taking her eyes off of him. It was like being in the same room as an unpredictable animal; it seemed safe enough, but you always wanted to keep an eye on it, just in case. After all, it was the first time she had met this wolf and she really wasn't sure what to expect from him.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-19.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar watched with knowing eyes as the lyxxus fought to establish a sense of proprietary in his presence and he could not begrudge her for this, they both knew that although he might seem relaxed pure physical appearance dictated superiority. Didn`t matter, the hybrid had never been the type that needed to blatantly assert his dominance; it was a matter he preferred to enforce in subtler connotations. He looked upon her flickering tail, a blunt proclamation that if this was a lyxxus they had yet to reach two years of age, a mere pup in Cæsar`s world and not a female he was going to charm in such a manner as he would normally proceed. Didn`t mean he could not leave a lasting impression though did it? Sure, she was not yet at full maturity, but upon the time she did reach it he was not opposed to being one of the first males that came to mind. A true hunter at heart he was used to biding his time ever so patiently, in fact being part tiger he never actually killed until the last second, preferring to stalk his prey at a distance before closing the gap. Curling his unusually long and terribly soft striped tail around his body he pondered as to why such a young wolf might be out in the cold and without a pack, for she lacked the reeking scent of pack that such wolves trailed around with them, like a sickening perfume it made the male want to gag. The pack in this area was said to be substantially larger than most, and though it would pain the hybrid to have to make contact with anyone from it he had considered it a good idea to see if a future agreement of sorts might ever be arranged. He was not above being hired out for contracts, however he would choose what deal to make and what he received as a reward for his efforts. Truly he was a dangerous wolf, he was consistently shrouded by a looming blackness that although kept at a reasonable distance on the best of days tended to distort his thinking and was quickly sucking him to the abyss that was criminal and carnal intent. Sure, he was a bit of a lecherous bloke with entirely impure intentions, at heart he enjoyed embracing a raunchier side of himself that most might seek to reject. None could say that even though his ministrations were wanton did not mean that his victims were left wanting...Victims, well now he did not know if that was the word of the moment or not given that with enough persuasion his interests were generally willing enough. Cæsar did not weave any magic that might influence them and was not the type to enjoy a forced romp in the hay, so victims hardly seemed appropriate. That was the problem with vocabulary; he thought with resignation, his memory simply could never recall the ideal word for the circumstance. Personally he tried to collect a sufficient knowledge of words and their functions, but it remained evident that an occasional dip into the shallow pool of knowledge was required; sadly not all appreciated an eloquent tongue and so it was to be expected, not all minds thought alike. Though it certainly seem moot the point that only great minds thought alike anyways. Nodding languidly and without haste he had to concede that curiosity certainly seemed to be what first grappled with other`s interest. Cæsar rather enjoyed making an impression; however it was maintaining that first impression that proved to be more of a worthy challenge to the brute. Flicking his ears forward he considered her question, was she interrupting? In some ways yes, his thoughts were rather forthcoming and to peruse them without undue harm required concentration and attention to detail. The question at hand was more if her interruption was welcome, and all things considered he certainly supposed it was. “Estotia...Tis a good solid name to say the least.”Cæsar said, the name coming out almost as a lazy purr from his throat, rolling off his tongue with ease. “Yes, well it would seem curiosity is the word of the day wouldn`t it? And I am afraid you are indeed interrupting my thoughts, terribly rude you know.” His voice teased lightly, a small wink serving to indicate that really no offense was taken. “Though all the same it is a welcome interruption, and for one so young you seem to find yourself in a rather lonely territory.” He gave the wide open valley a sweeping gaze, eyes coming back to rest on the female. Shrugging his shoulders gallantly he added, “To each their own I do suppose, my name is Cæsar,” he paused to give the lyxxus an easy mock bow, “a charming Rogue at your service if ever there was one.” Keenly aware that applying too much charm on one so young might not have the desired effect he kept his verse light and sweet, not wanting to scare his follower away just yet. No, as long as the large brute was amused then he would certainly play nice and the especially youthful had a way of entertaining the experienced male to no end, which was rather lucky for the lyxxus under the circumstances. Cæsar considered himself to be a bit of a puzzle, he neither fit the perfect pigeon hole of an antagonist and nor did he quite live up to the standards of a protagonist. In fact, he rather enjoyed being able to dwell in both worlds, he no longer wanted to belong in either and was content lapping from both the cream of good and evil depending on his tastes for that day. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[Estotia]

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2chkl10.png] ooc; Sorry about the wait for such a short post. :/ Estotia's ears flicked backwards slightly. The male seemed unaffected as he teased her with a gentle scold. A hint of a smile touched the corners of her mouth. She never had been very good with small-talk. In fact, she tended to avoid others entirely if it could be helped. On the few occasions in which she did meet another, it normally wasn't a very exciting experience. In her travels she hadn't met many other wolves, though she'd seen or overheard several of the varieties. Wolves with wings, wolves with horns, even a wolf or two that dwelled in the water with a fish-like tail. Her mother had told her of several as well, even a few kinds that didn't seem possible. Her favorite had always been the wolves that could turn to smoke at will. 'Whisps,' her mother had called them. Slightly distracted, she took in his full form. He was large with a thick looking coat and a bold stature. She couldn't help but wonder where someone such as himself could've come from. She even felt a twinge of envy. She'd always looked forward to travelling, trying to see as much as she could before her time was up. This wolf, however, looked as if he'd already done just that. She raised her head a little, growing a bit more comfortable at an incredibly slow rate. So that was his name; Caesar. She liked it. It was smooth and flowed, no doubt suiting the wolf perfectly. She was tempted to say it out loud, though she was able to resist the urge. She inevitably found that she was lost for words. She didn't want to sound rude when he was making such a good impression. Even if she wasn't the most social of dogs, she had no intentions of forgetting her manners so hastily. She nodded as he finished speaking. "I was just passing through. I don't usually stay in one place for long," she said, glancing around at their surroundings as she continued. "I was hoping to find somewhere a bit warmer, though..." She returned her luminescent turquoise gaze back to Caesar. "Do you live around here?" she asked cautiously.

[°Wystar°]

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[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-19.jpg] "Speaking" Cæsar kept his cold eyes trained on the vivid green ones before him, occasionally flicking to the fiery pelt as he wondered how one might survive being a smaller species then most wolves. If anything he was impeccably proud of his size and prowess, loved the feel of strong muscles carrying his weight, the tiger inside of him moving through the sleek and feline movements of life with ease. He marvelled at the way the pale black stripes undulated across his body with every muscle movement, his thick and downy fur elegantly draping his frame. Yes, Cæsar was prone to self adoration on the occasion; he knew all too well his worth and could frankly hold himself in a too high esteem. But what did he care? He would out live anyone that did not agree with him, and would laugh as he lived on while they grew weak and perished with time. It did not matter to him that he stayed forever handsome and strong, he had never loved again since the slaughter of his mate so many decades ago and any pups that he sired on a female were not considered his responsibility. No, in his mind the dames knew all too well the consequences of their actions, it was simply too bad if they grew larger with his offspring, to him they were irrelevant and the time would come when they would die before him as well. He needed not but himself and an occasion romp in the hay to keep him satisfied, he was a true Rogue of the wild, impervious to the plights of others and living to serve his own needs thus ensuring his survival through the years. What did other’s problems matter to him anyways, whether they lived or died had no effect on his life. He was a cold and callous bastard, rarely did he take an interest in another past what they might have to give to him, though he could not help but wonder why he continued to remain conversing with one so young. Puffing his chest out slightly he said, “Oh I rather like the cold, tis a wonderful feeling against my fur you see, I am afraid my temperature runs a bit hotter than most.” He made an apologetic moue and shrugged his shoulders unceremoniously. If anything he was rather adaptable, the tiger in him enjoyed the cold almost as much as it enjoyed the heat and so he had yet to settle on a home, it restrained him too much, though perhaps finding a small section of a territory to establish as his own wasn’t such a bad thought. Fact was Cæsar enjoyed taking possession of things, he like the sense of power and control it gave him and this was the direct reason he sought to capture female’s hearts and desires. Placing his paw in front of his body he gave a long stretch, letting his spine roll and his tail flick out as a deep yawn reverberated from his throat, his unusually long fangs gleaming in the cold light. “Well my dear, I do have a home as such to speak of, I make it wherever it pleases me to be, it is so restricting to pledge loyalty to one land.” He gave her a contemplative side glance, as though to say “I am sure you understand” and paused, sniffing at the air. A new scent came to him through the small breeze, very near and reeking of pack wolf. Frowning lightly he pin pointed the smell and casually scanned the area, eyes briefly touching on a flash of colour in some nearby foliage. “We are not alone...”He mumbled darkly, disliking being spied upon without having previously noticed it. As though coming alive he gave a great snarl and charged the foliage, large frame crashing through the brush and giving a roar that was entirely too feline to be truly that of a wolf. He landed face to face with a rather young wolf, eyes briefly flashing in a predatory fashion as his face contorted into a grimace of annoyance and disgust, stalked by a pack pup, what else could possibly go wrong? Huffing loudly he moved backwards, repulsed and scowling darkly before addressing the young wolf, “And what pray tell do you want pack puppy?” His voice came out in a sarcastic drawl, he really did not like packs, or pups for that matter. C a e s a r' s . S o n g

[Estotia]

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2chkl10.png] Estotia shifted her weight slightly, trying to sit up a bit straighter still. Even at her full height, Caesar seemed to dwarf her. That was certainly a disadvantage of a small frame, though she had to admit to enjoying it as much as she dreamt of a larger build. Stealth and agility were her top strengths and she would prefer to keep it that way; slinking through the shadows invisibly, coming out only when she felt like killing some time. She found herself sitting rigidly in the cold, her black-tipped ears folded back and her tail tucked around her hind leg and under her stomach. She was starting to get used to the chill, though she still didn't enjoy it. To be honest, she hadn't noticed it much; talking to Caesar had absorbed a majority of her attention. He was an interesting wolf and they had their similarities despite the plain differences. The lyxxus nodded, a bit surprised in spite of herself. This male looked much more royal than a mere rogue. Not knowing him very well, she could easily fit him in the place of that faceless ruler heading an entire kingdom of hundreds ready to die for his cause. She twitched her ears, clearing the idea and catching a small sound in the process. She had digested it and was looking for a source when Caesar growled. Her hackles lifted as a chill ran up her spine. She could almost sense what was coming, and it finally got her to her paws. Caesar burst to life, taking on an entirely different personality than she had seen so far as he leaped for the source of the interruption. Estotia let out a strange half yelp half squeak and leaped up several feet, landing in a defensive pose with her small gleaming teeth bared and her sharp pointed claws out as far as they would go. Cautiously, she skirted the two wolves and approached at an angle while still keeping an appropriate distance. Her breath billowed from her mouth as she panted lightly, still recovering from her earlier shock. She had no intention of getting closer just yet.