What Life is This? [open]

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] The dry winter wind whipped over the veld as carelessly as the ocean lapped the shore. It was warm, which was odd for the female yagi that paced over the sweet grasses. She had spent the lion share of her life in the frigid north, so her coat was thick and fluffed. She was finding that such a coat for anywhere not in her beloved tundra was not ideal. She had been exploring all day and found herself panting do to the heat of her coat. It had taken her years to develop her winter coat, and now it seemed it would take her a while to adjust to her new environment, where ever it may be. Her fiery green eyes gazed across the expanse of grasses before her. She had been tracking prey since the early morning. She had left Xiomara to her own devices for the day. It was nice having the other female to accompany her, however, she was also in her seasonal heat, so being around another female in that state was dangerous in her eyes. She did not want to vent her frustration out on the larger female, nor cause any harm to her as instincts pushed her. She found herself craving her mate more than anything. She missed him terribly, and had hopped that if she kept moving she would find him. She had not seen her mate since he left the tundra in a maddening rage to seek out and destroy his bastard son that had attacked Cypress. She was worried that he had gotten lost in his rage and ended up hurt. She had not been healed enough to follow him, despite her longing too. Their son had taken over the pack in Arkham's absence. However his reign was short lived due to the unforgiving ways of nature in the tundra. She seemed in a constant state of heartache since she had to flee the tundra's tortuous blizzards. Most of her family had been lost or scattered to the winds and she did not know were to look for them. So she opted to travel, seeking a new life as well as her kin. She paused in her trek as her nose caught the scent of prey. Her water buck horns gleamed in the sunlight as she turned her head to attempt to find the source of the scent. In the distance she could see a small herd of deer. The yagi whined in frustration. It was to uncomfortable for her to attempt to take on something as large as the deer. She decided she would keep searching, she pointed her nose to the lashing wind, trying to use the breeze to cool her off. Her thick coat was fluffed to let more air in, she was not overheating, just aware of her body at the moment. She trotted lightly across the grass, bringing her poorly docked tail up to signal that she was no threat to the herd of deer. Soon she caught the scent of some sort of game fowl. She slowed her pace and put her nose to the ground. Her ears flickered back and forth, listening to the sounds around her. She was out in the open, so she had no way to hide herself if she needed to. Sure she was a yagi, but there were threats to her being in the world. The large predators that stalked the lands of Wonderwhy, as well as other wolves. She was also aware that her current state and scent would attract unwanted attention from roving males.

[Arkham]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/arksiesbackground.png] He was still blind to everything save for the one thing that mattered right now: Kill Kratos.... Get your life back. It was a funny thing, when the whole world around you fell away, and all the misery it would reign upon your vulnerable body caused you to think with a clear mind. Perhaps somewhat distorted truths flooded to the light, beckoning one to absorb themselves within such revelations. It would seem the time had come that Karma would finally return to pay her dues, callously biting the savage bastard on the arse. Deadly sabers glistened dangerously in the winter sun as they lashed out at nothing in a frustrated snarl. He'd already had a couple of run ins with the behemoth. Arkham's maw lay mangled and scarred from the nose to his forehead, where the prick had latched briefly onto his face. His right ram-like horn had split off completely from about half way, it now sitting jagged and out of place along his bulky features. He was certainly looking a little worse for wear, lack of food and rest slowly eating away at his once proud, foreboding stance. They both however, still burned unhealthily through his raging ruby orbs, still alluring and intimidating as ever. A hoarse snort flew from the former Emperors nostrils, causing him to bite at his tongue feverishly as a familiar scent flooded them. He stifled a confused growl as his round head turned to and fro to try and spot the source of the scent. A heavy heart skipped a beat as tired eyes fell upon the radiant beauty that was his mate. But what was she doing so far from home? Arkham knew nothing about the severe weather that had caused his family to flee the Tundra, and split up his pack forever. He had been so engulfed in his revenge that he had forgotten about all the important things. He was sure his mate and his son Cedrus, whom had taken over the Empire after a heated argument, still had strong paws upon the pack. They were strong, and this thought only made him confused furthermore. His nape prickled slightly as her seasonal aroma seeped into his very core, causing him a brief loss of concentration as it overwhelmed him. Of course, he couldn't let the lovely scent calm him, instead the same old paranoia kicked in. Only amplified a hundred fold from his current unhealthy lifestyle. Is that why she was out here? To fuck another male? Why else would she be so far from where she was supposed to be? Last time he checked, there were no suitable mates in the Tundra that compared to his formidable self. Ruby orbs narrowed at Cypress' small frame before thrusting his head back to bellow forth a fierce howl to let her and anyone else around know that he was here, and she was his. If it was someone else she was looking for, well, today was not the day. Let him come.

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] She had pinpointed the scent of the bird she was stalking. She nosed around a tuft of grass to find the hiding fowl. She was about to pounce when an alarming noise cascaded over the open area. She was caught so off guard that she started and jumped slightly as she lifted her head to find the source. The bird also flushed, taking flight and escaping it's fate. She turned her head to watch the bird leave only briefly as the source of the howl finally clicked in her mind. Arkham! Her heart leaped to her throat as she saw him in the distance. His howl was so powerful it seemed to echo for ages. She was so surprised to see him that she did not quite notice the underlying threat in his voice. Without thinking she turned and started running toward him, her tail low and wagging with her ears back. As she came closer, she noticed the ragged state he was in. She whined softly in greeting and concern for his well being. When he had left her, it was she who had been bruised and bleeding. "Arkham?" She usually would have come right up to him and nuzzled into his great chest, but his physically state startled her. "Are you alright? I was worried for you..." She came closer, still low in her usual greeting wanting desperately to lick under his chin and curl up next to him. So much had happened since he left, and she had feared that he had been dead. Her pack was decimated, her home inhabitable till late spring, her family spread to the winds. All she wanted to do was melt into him and let the world right itself.

[Arkham]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/arksiesbackground.png] The burly brute watched with keen interest as his mate nosed around in the swaying grasses. She was searching for something. It was interrupted however as his haunting howl finally found her triangular audits. His head cocked suspiciously as she jumped at the sound, agitated tongue licking his yellowed fangs as his thoughts drifted toward the more sinister side once more. He made no attempt to near his estranged partner, instead letting her advance on her own. His stance was still tense, the radiating dominance was always there. His nose turned up slowly as she somewhat submitted, a flicker of suspicion clouding his flaming red orbs. Why did she not greet him properly? Where was the once smothering affection? They had not seen each other in months, and she couldn't even look him in the eye. A frustrated, guttering growl escaped from his throat, lip quivering to reveal those enormous sabers. "Is that how you greet your mate?" He questioned forcefully. It was then he noticed the, what was it on her slender features? Pity? Distaste? Arkham swore he heard something snap in the back of his mind, the thick hairs upon his nape raising slightly as his paranoid thoughts overwhelmed him. "Worried huh? Since when did you start not believing in me? Do you think of me as weak? A male that traveled the entire world to bring his beloved mate justice and the fucker that hurt her to his knee's?" She needed to explain herself. And she needed to do it now. Deep down the former Emperor wanted nothing more than to slap himself, and bask in the warmth of his mate. But there was something else, overtaking all rationality, dragging him further and further into insanity. His rising anger was suffocating him, so much so that tears stung at his eyes as his mind reeled. It was like he had a slit personality, and the fighting from both sides was sending him into a brutal frenzy on the inside.

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] His agitated state was making her nervous. What had happened to him? His growl vibrated through her and she whined softly, trying to cull his anger. His pointed question cased a hurt expression to cross her weathered face. She stepped back to look at him, surprised at his accusations that laced his reprimand. "Of course I believe in you. Does that mean I can't worry for your well being?" Her original hurt expression slowly melted into a more hardened expression that usually accompanied her stubborn nature. "I've never doubted your strength, Arkham. But a lot happened when you left. And you look like this venture took a toll on you as well." She was trying to be careful not to step on his toes, the tension was unnerving to her. Usually she made him relax by coming to him. He seemed to have put up a wall of prickles though. She kept her body low when she noticed his aggressive stance. She didn't want to provoke him, and as a proper wolf she knew better than to make eye contact lest he see it as a challenge. Her fiery eyes still walked over him. Her heart was heavy as it was, but she knew she would have to tell him why she was here. She lowered herself to a sitting position, "I'm sorry to have to tell you like this....but soon after you left, a multitude of storms ransacked the packlands. We were forced to flee....I don't even know where everyone is. I only know where Aspen and Xiomara are." She felt a lump in her throat rise. Her body temperature had increased with her embarrassment. That coupled with her seasonal heat made her pant slightly. She felt tears begin to sting in her eyes and she quickly glared down at her own feet in an attempt to blink them away. She felt like a failure through and through. As a mother, as a matriarch and now as a mate. Her ears were pinned back on her head. Why wouldn't he embrace her? She scooted a little closer to him, whining softly, however his body language made her not want to close the gap unbidden.