A change of scenery (Cahaya/Open)

[lawson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/lback-4.jpg] Ah, to breathe in the cool winter air, feel the crunch of snow under his large paws, the crisp, cool wind ruffling his thick, deep brown fur... The male Yagi loved the South, but a change of scenery was nice every once and a while. He hadn't caught any trespassers on the Mafia lands, and now that he was second in command of the pack he had had to stick around more often to deal with things. Now they were at a bit of a lull, when loners and pack members alike wanted to stay in their warm dens with their family, or at least stick to one land. But we've always liked to travel, haven't we? His constant companion whispered. Lawson chuckled, the sound rumbling deep from within his chest as he roamed the snow covered prairie. His large, pointed black horns were covered in a light dusting of snow, as well as his thick deep brown fur. In reality, the large muscled male was six years old, around middle-aged, but he looked to be in the prime of his youth, and handsome except for the large scar that covered his right eye, as if showing the hidden ugliness of the powerful wolf inside. He'd taken a short leave of absence from the jungle, to travel, meet some wolves... Relive some of the good ol' loner days. He enjoyed the Mafia greatly, and had even made a couple friends, but a break had been needed. He really hoped he would meet someone, he was itching for a fight, and an unsuspecting traveler would be absolutely perfect. Maybe he could bring them back to the Mafia as his own personal slave... Now there was an idea. Since he was part of the mutineers, the band of wolves that had overtaken the old mafia under his friend Scorch's directions, he was now Underboss, a prestigious rank indeed, and he was proud of it too. Lawson continued walking, bright orange eyes glancing from side to side and large, pearly white saber teeth gleaming.

[Cahaya]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/eg5x.png][scrolly:h(248),w(400),sy] Cahaya disliked winter. It made her cold, and really, she was not a wolf who coped well without her creature comforts. Even now she was with the Alliance, she still had to cope with cold. It chafed. A wolf as stunningly beautiful as she was should not have to cope with freezing temperatures, and snow between her claws. Then again, she supposed, she did look rather striking, black and purple against the white. She'd have to think on that one. It was a hard question. She froze as she heard a chuckling sound. It sounded... close by. She slunk through the bushes on silent feet, her natural stealth coming into play. The difficulty was, of course, not being seen. Cahaya's light powers could probably help to camouflage her, but they were still emerging and she hadn't anywhere near that degree of skill yet. This guy did look decidedly like a threat. He was a Yagi, bigger than her, probably in the prime of his life. He had saber teeth and looked pretty dangerous. She broke a twig. [/scrolly]

Sorry super short and utterly useless post, Mum's yelling at me to sleep.

[Plume of the Eagle]

There was only the whistling of wind as the Keiyou beat his wings, the air tugging playfully on his feathers and dancing through his fur. The sun was out, bright, clear; but it was cold beneath him and he shivered despite the warm updraft he was using to gain altitude and scope out the lands beneath him. The prairie, a favorite of his when the weather got chilly, was covered with heaps of snow. The winter-spring weather, the year newly birthed and young, meant this kind of weather, and he would need to find a den to settle in for a few days, perhaps a forgotten bear’s den, or maybe an abandoned pup-birthing den.

The Keiyou’s brown and caramel patterned wings sped him along, his blue eyes lethargically scanning the land beneath him; his passage quieter than an owl’s hunting flight. The wind caressed his body with a satin touch, his thick winter fur a beautiful comfort as he dropped a few feet when the updraft curved abruptly to the right.

Plume yawned, his flight momentarily halted, his wings beating to keep him up in the air, his body swinging down as he stopped the air from moving around his body, his buoyancy in the air one of the few things keeping him from crashing in the earth far below him.

On silk-tipped wings he hovered and scanned the earth below him. On the edge of a forest area, he spotted movement, however he could rightly spot the creature, and the wind—up here—brought no scent to his nostrils, making the few airy and dilapidated scents difficult to decipher, even for his heightened wolf senses.

Slowly, he pressed the gas, metaphorically, and sped down to the earth, quiet as a feather dropping; and he proceeded to spread up his wings, the entire breadth of them up and out—spanning a little over six feet—and dropped his body again, running several steps on his hind legs before dropping down onto his forelegs, the impact jarring him for a moment or two.

There was never any doubt when he flew, the sensation was more exhilarating then frightening, though he knew some Keiyou’s who rarely flew because of the irrational fear their wings would fail them. Flight was like Novocain-like painkiller for all of his worries, fears, pains, and ailments.

The only thing it didn’t protect him from—in fact, brought him closer to, was the loss of his beloved family member’s years ago. Once, one of Plume’s debilitating flashbacks pierced his head, and he was hovering in the air for ten minutes, oblivious to the world, as he relived that day in real-time. His wings, unable to cope without orders to shift, deposit him, or keep flying, hovered and beat until they couldn’t take his weight and the buffeting winds, and Plume was flung to the earth, only coming back to his senses once the pain had registered and his wing was broken. The right wing, now better but still...

He clamped his wings to his body, the feet covering the ground in a silence that was like his wing-beats. Plume slunk into the forest, only glancing around once before plunging in, swiveling his ears and head and he detected something—a voice, a chuckle, one that made his hackles raise and his instincts sing to flee or fight.

[lawson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/lback-4.jpg] The fresh scent of snow and winter was suddenly broken by another, unfamiliar smell: There was another wolf around... He grinned ever so slightly: And it was female... Ah, now we will have some fun, hey old boy? His voice taunted, but Lawson's mind was solely focused on the game now. He kept walking but slowed his pace. Was she aiming to attack him from behind? Oh, how much fun would that be, a tasty snack for the two of us! His voice snickered. His large heavy paws sunk into the snow as he kept on going, when suddenly, a twig snapped: Now he had no choice but to turn around and face the she-wolf. He had hoped, just a little, that the wolf would be stupid enough to attack from behind, and think him unaware, but not today, he supposed. He stopped, lifting his large head as the snow fell of his twisted, black horns. He turned around and noticed a flash of black and purple. How interesting... He mused, and advanced closer. His deep, masculine voice rung out: "Hello there, traveler! Has anyone ever told you it's kind of rude to sneak up on other wolves? My name is Rodrick, and a humble loner. Who are you?" he asked. His voice was charming, and he made it sound slightly younger than his own, personal drawl. He refrained from laughing in glee like the voice in his head was currently doing: The game had begun. Suddenly he noticed a blur of wings fly into the nearby forest. He turned his head, raising an eyebrow: Another player had entered, it would seem... He turned to face the unknown she-wolf. "I, um, believe there may be a hurt Keiyou that has just landed in the nearby forest... I'm going to see if I can help, would you like to check it out?" he asked, kindly. If he was lucky, he could bring them both back to the Mafia as slaves. If not, he would still have had his fun. He arranged his expression into one of innocence and youthful oblivion, and waited.

[Cahaya]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/eg5x.png][scrolly:h(248),w(400),sy] Cahaya froze as a twig snapped under her paw. Did he hear me? she asked herself frantically, hoping he hadn't. Then she scented another wolf... keiyou? Wait. No way was this wolf a Keiyou. This was a Yagi, right? He certainly looked like one... The Keiyou would have to be nearby. This wolf smelt of Yagi. Two wolves. Great. The big, dangeorus-looking Yagi turned and looked straight at her. She froze, then realised she might as well look friendly and flirt a bit - it was probably the next best thing after 'stay hidden'. "Hello there, traveler! Has anyone ever told you it's kind of rude to sneak up on other wolves? My name is Rodrick, and a humble loner. Who are you?" the wolf asked. She could barely keep a straight face at the name 'Rodrick', but managed to smile brightly and stroll towards him. "Apologies for sneaking, Rodrick. Life can be dangerous and I wished to ensure that the sounds coming from nearby were a wolf before I came and said hello, lest I end up walking straight into a bear," she joked. "My name is Atri and I'm a traveller." No matter how nice he might turn out to be, she wasn't in the habit of handing out information. Now she was in a pack, it might be possible for somebody with her name to track her down - although she did wince inwardly at the name that was the first to pop into her head. Atri, her dead sister. Well, she could play Atri. Cahaya was, before all else, an actor, a flirt, a manipulator. "I, um, believe there may be a hurt Keiyou that has just landed in the nearby forest... I'm going to see if I can help, would you like to check it out?" he asked. Cahaya considered. She didn't trust him - fangs and claws, she didn't trust anyone. But for the most part, she found, males hesitated to attack, and therefore alienate, pretty females. They generally preferred to flirt with them. Cahaya's beauty had always been her primary means of protection, since she was pretty useless at defending herself any other way. And he did look pretty young and innocent. "I have no desire to leave a hurt wolf without comfort," the Lupus replied smoothly, moving towards where she had smelt the Keiyou. In truth, the last thing Cahaya was tempted to do was help another wolf - who wasn't even of her species or pack - for no benefit to herself, but she supposed it was always good to act kind and nice and whatever. That way less people realised her true nature. Though she was beginning to wonder if it was nature or nurture, and whether the difference mattered. She almost paused to reflect that, but reluctantly dragged her mind back to the present moment. She was far too prone to letting her mind wander off into strange, dusty avenues of thought. She peered through the branches and spotted a Keiyou, hackles raised. "Heya! Are you hurt?" she called to him. [/scrolly]

(Sorry I took so long, parents dragged me off to some stupid seaside town for most of the weekend with no warning whatsoever )

[Plume of the Eagle]

The keiyou heard the yagi’s smooth lie, detecting it instinctually. However, the logical part of his mind didn’t quite register it as a threat, more of “I’m not sure if I’m going to tell you who I am,” And this was a quite possibly fatal mistake. The snow was sporadic beneath the canopy, and a twig snapped nearby, setting his teeth and claws on edge. The keiyou prepared himself to lunge out and defend himself as his feet crunched through more snow, loudly this time.

Cursing, he pinned his ears back and waited for the wolves to attack. Instead, he heard the next lie.

‘I, um, believe there may be a hurt Keiyou that has just landed in the nearby forest... I'm going to see if I can help, would you like to check it out?’

That comment pissed the keiyou off, his growling barely checked as he silently cursed the yagi out. Him? Hurt? Then the female burst in, responded, and charged into the underbrush looking for him, obviously not knowing she was being played. There was a glint of fangs and horns in the background he spotted before the branches snapped back to hide it.

Did I look like I was hurt?’ He wanted to snap back, but he held his tongue. This place was making him edgy, as was the scent of the yagi and his irritating nature.

“No, I’m not,” He replied, his voice contained a hint of a growl. “Who’s with you, and who are you?” If she decided to ask him who he was, he could simply say, ‘I asked first,’ though it was a childish thing to do, it often worked. The loners met sometimes, having a funny way of communicating.

“Is that a Yagi I smell?” He grumbled under his breath, knowing full well the Yagi’s snowy, musky scent. He was growing impatient with the female, then ignored her altogether, slipping past her and towards the Yagi.

“Who might you be? And why do you think I’m hurt, do you smell blood?” He grumbled, his eyes narrowed.

((sorry, I know its a fail... D:))

[lawson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/lback-4.jpg] "It's a pleasure to meet you Atri." he answered smoothly, smiling in a friendly manner, something that would have made his dear pal Scorch laugh his heart, if he did have one, out about, since it was rarely something the Yagi did unless he was luring another wolf in to one of his many traps. Now, Lawson had been in the lying business for quite some time, ever since the age of two, and he was now six, though he looked and felt younger. He waited a beat to let the female pass and then followed suit after: He wondered why she lied to him. Self-preservation? Or was there a more deeper, darker secret she didn't wish to tell? Her blatant lie was easy to smell for a con artist as experienced as he, but he said nothing. Truly, it mattered little what her name was, it was all a game anyways. And perhaps she was a future Mafia candidate... Wouldn't that be a surprise if she came to join and met him again? They found the disgruntled Keiyou, Atri, or whoever the hell she was, taking the lead in the investigation. The Keiyou came out, a male that was around six inches shorter than him without his horns, and a hell of a lot shorter if you counted the foot long things. He didn't seem like much of an opponent, and should it come to battle, he wouldn't be overly hard to dispose of. My, my, he does have quite a temper, doesn't he? His voice laughed, and Lawson emitted a low chuckle. Either way any way, the Yagi played the game with no set of rules, and when players decided to change tactics, he could also do so, doubly fast. He was in his element, he only wished his friend Scorch or Daedalus was here to witness the two foolish travelers: What a laugh they will have when I tell them about these wolves... He thought to himself. There were so many opportunities to go with, so he chose the most interesting one: "My my, rather hostile, aren't we? She was only asking if you were alright, Keiyou." His next comment about smelling a Yagi gave Lawson a slow, evil smile as his saber teeth stuck out slightly. " Yes, I though I smelt a bird. Haven't ruffled your feathers, have we? " He laughed, wondering if the loner would be stupid enough to take the bait he laid out. He advanced slowly, a foot or so before stopping at his full height, brains and brawns combined: "Yes, I am indeed a Yagi, proud of it. Is there a problem with that, Birdy?" He asked, lightly shaking his head to display his black, pointed weapons. He chuckled, glancing at Atri to see her reaction at his next answer: "Why, we could only assume after that, ah," His orange eyes flickered to the forest, "...unfortunate landing, that you would be hurt. My dear fellow, I do believe you may need to practice that one a bit." He grinned, taunting him.

[Cahaya]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/eg5x.png][scrolly:h(248),w(400),sy] Cahaya nodded. It certainly was a pleasure to meet her. She knew it was. She knew she was beautiful - she was all too aware of it. She flashed him a sweet little smile. Dangerous or not, they all fell eventually. Well, most of them, anyway. Cahaya never let her failures daunt her. She was sure he wouldn't detect her lie. This was what kept her alive - lying, acting, manipulating. If she hadn't been good at it she wouldn't have stayed alive this long. The little light lupus had never really had much of way of keeping alive or defending herself except acting, flirting, manipulating. Lying was a big part of that. In a way, she envied Yagi like this one, who probably never had to worry about anything. They could just chase things down and knock them over with their horns. She had always thought that being born Lupus was rather lucky - having magic was awesome - but being a light lupus was hopeless. She hated it. “No, I’m not,” the Keiyou responded to her question. There was the slightest bit of a growl in his voice. Ooh, so it's like that, is it? Cahaya had never liked wolves who growled at her. She preferred to make a good first impression. Oh well. She could change his opinions. “Who’s with you, and who are you?” "My name is Atri," she replied. She was far less nervous about giving her name to a Keiyou than a big, scary-looking Yagi, but she had to keep up that identity in front of Rodrick, now she'd assumed it. “Is that a Yagi I smell?” Cahaya frowned. "Yes, it is. I've only just met-" she started, then broke off as the male rudely ignored her and went to talk to Rodrick. What was this? Cahaya did not take well to being ignored. She fumed silently, and considered just walking off, but decided not to. There were two males here, after all, and it was always good to make new... acquaintances. The Yagi she dismissed as a possible friend, but the Keiyou was more interesting. That was, he would be if he stopped being this rude. “Who might you be? And why do you think I’m hurt, do you smell blood?” the Keiyou grumbled at Rodrick. Cahaya turned and sat watching the exchange. She decided very quickly that she didn't like the Yagi at all. She had never liked Yagi much herself. She couldn't help being a little jealous of them. And taunting others was just not nice. She didn't have an objection when she did it - Cahaya could excuse most of her weapons as her means of survival. But Yagi had others. It wasn't really excusable, as far as she was concerned. Not that she liked Keiyou either. How Yagi got horns and Keiyou got wings and she got light... well it was just plain unfair. She decided to intervene. "I'm not sure that's entirely fair, Rodrick. I doubt you could make a landing of any sort. In fact, I rather doubt that you're able to fly," she commented, trying to inject a glimmer of humour into her voice as she said it. Lightening up proceedings would help. And maybe the Yagi would see it as a taunt and go away. If so, all the better. She didn't like him. She didn't like anyone. But especially not him. [/scrolly]

Sorry I took AGES to reply... life is a nasty hectic thing

[Plume of the Eagle]

The idiotic horns on the foolish Yagi’s face were not even threatening to Plume, even though the Yagi obviously meant to display them that way. And when he spoke, Plume realized just what kind of brainless wolf he was now talking to. It was obvious the wolf was trying to tick him off, but that was beyond the keiyou now. Supposedly, ‘there was now a problem.’ Oh this wolf was going to get a taste of his own blood if he didn’t shut up, and Plume snorted with a derogatory air.

“If you don’t leave me alone, you idiotic nincompoop, there will be a problem, do I make myself clear?” He snapped, his teeth glinting in the half-light, his eyes narrowing and hackles rising, the wings atop his shoulders flashing up and out, the entire breadth of them furling outwards. Then the idiot made a comment about ‘his landing.’ And Plume saw red. A savage snarl ripped out of his throat and every fighting instinct rose up. His risen wings beat, his aim to smack the wolf in front of him. Plume rose up on his haunches and hid feet, his wings now supporting him in the cramped space, his front legs slashing outwards and towards the Yagi’s face.

“How dare you, you complete and utter… there’s no word harsh and foul enough to describe you…you…you complete jackass!” Plume of the Eagle bellowed, his pitch and tone somewhere between a roar and a bellow, all feral and vicious. He calmed when the female, Atri, spoke. She said something to the Yagi as well, and Plume wondered if it came to a fight if she would join in or flee… and if she joined in, perhaps it would be on his side, hmm?

“Atri’s right, you ass. You can’t even fly, and yet you want to comment on something you know nothing about? That is such a stupid thing to do!” Plume dropped back to the ground, his eyes narrowed and teeth bared at the large bully. “And for your information, that was a very graceful landing, but you didn’t see it because you had your head in the dirt!” Plume snapped, whipping his tail.

“You know what? Forget this, its absolute bull. I’m going, because I can’t spend my time in the presence of such an idiot. I don’t mind you, Atri, but this fool I will not stand.” Snapping his teeth in a sign of intense disgust, Plume whirled and stomped off, stopping when he neared Atri, he winked and smiled pleasantly, “Name’s Plume, by the way,” He continued on, his tail lightly tapping her side as he moved on, without looking back to the Yagi, he flipped out his wings and bounded out of the forest, but hid in the bushes and shrubs at the very edge, were he could hear what went on without them knowing. If a fight broke out or something happened, he could return to help.