There Be a Devil About [Art?]

[Fahrenheit°]

Fahrenheit’s extra long life went in cycles; a sinusoidal graph of ups and downs stretching on forever with no end in sight. Though, when this sort of metaphor is used, it usually means that at the top of the hill, the person in question is happy, and at the bottom of the hill, the person is depressed, with a mix of those feelings between the two extremes. This is not the case with Fahrenheit. At his happiest, he is only mildly depressed, with his suicidal tendencies cut back significantly, and at his lowest he is, well, rather insane; babbling nonsensical words while climbing into the jaws of a dragon, or burying himself alive all in the same day.

At this point in his life, he is reaching the crest of one such cycle. And he knew it, knowing that any day he would begin his descent. He always liked to make the best of these brief episodes of quasi-happiness. He sought to make this time full of adventure and fun. But what can an old soul like him do? Nothing much, actually. Just the same old tricks. He liked to spread mayhem and discord throughout a society of wolves that he could never really be a full part of. He didn’t like to think he did it out of jealousy.

As of now he was currently looking for a place of residence. A pack. Just somewhere where he could set things in motion, and watch everything crumple. Which is what brought him to the Canyon.

The sun-baked red sand glittered at his feet, reminding him greatly of his own pelt, and if Heity was anything, he was vain. He smiled, just a little twitch in his black lips, but a smile nevertheless. Yes, he liked it here. It was warm, and he was surrounded by reds and oranges of every shade, dazzling to the eye. He fancied that a god looked down and made this land in honor of him.

“Yes. I think this will do just fine.” Without any hesitation, or even a thought of what could go wrong, he threw his head back and summoned the alpha. When his song ended, he wondered briefly what character he should play. Was he the dark and brooding loner? The happy-go-lucky orphan who has lost his way? And what shenanigans should he pull? Leave strange and disturbing messages in the alpha’s den? Enchant every female in the pack? What?

ooc: What do you say art? Heity trying to seduce Rhia while Forte is away looking for... their lost puppies. xD

[RHIANNON !]

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[atrb=background,http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z341/awaywithmysanity/RHIATABLE2.png] [[ Placing this before the flash flood. Maybe Fahr can come with them to the enclave, Forte comes back to canyon, sees it all flooded, freaks out, but then follows trail to the Enclave, finds Rhia, sees Fahr crushing on her, epic battle of your own characters. xD It'd be fun. ]] Rhiannon had spent the morning basking in the winter sunlight. Even thought it was witer, no snow fell here. The wind was crisp, but the weather still warm. Her pups were off on their own, playing down by the rocks. She knew they were fine, each having matured well and they seemed to be quite self-sufficient, something which suited the alphess very well. She yawned, stretching her paws out on the warm rock. The waterfall beside her crashed down and every now and then dotted her thick pelt with water droplets. She paid no mind to this though, closing her eyes and letting herself just rest. Of course, when you rule a pack, rest is something that is generally hard to come by, and her repose was disturbed quite quickly by the sound of a howl coming from the top of the canyon. A single eye fluttered open and she frowned, the howl new and unfamiliar. A newcomer had come. That was something that didn't happen very often. She sighed, stretching out her limbs and threw her head back in response. It would take her a few minutes to crest the top of the canyon anyways. Soon she was on her way, bounding up the staircase that led to the top. Each stair was taken with a bounce, her short body needing the extra lift to get onto each one securely. It didn't bother her, it was very much routine and she quite enjoyed it. It was a safety measure as well, since loners didn't know the way down towards the dens, and so braving the cliff face would be a suicidal venture. She knew that all too well from Dagyr and her descended the cliff that time so long ago. She frowned a bit but pushed the thoughts from her mind, finally leaping over the top of the canyon, her hazel eyes seeking out where the newcomer was. She found him easily, a fiery red wolf, she assumed was a lupus, standing there before her eyes. She blinked for a moment, but then her tail rose, head lifting, and chest puffing out. She was the alpha here, and she held the title of royalty. She approached warily, keeping her wits about her, and watching the male. "You called?" she asked, her voice slightly edge as she spoke. "These lands belong to the Styrrstdar Cadre."