Stand back! I'm attempting SCIENCE!

[Pyke]

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[mantra]

LiGHTNiNG.

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She'd seen it often, illuminating the skies during the darkest hours and producing deafening cracks at day. There wasn't much she could do to satiate her curiosities, but she had wondered where it came from. The sky wasn't a powerful thing; it cried and it smiled, the extent of its emotions ending there. For years its origin had been kept hidden, an invisible specter dancing around her head and resurfacing when she thought of it.

Today, she found out.

Mantra had been skirting the water line of Parren lake, guilt filling the crevices of her mind. It did no good to think about the damage she'd caused to wolf families region-wide, stealing away their brethren, believing it was all right so long as she left their hearts. Outings used to give the femme a rejuvenating sense of freedom, but now they were dreadful. Her leisurely walks had turned into flights and the ambush of resentful eyes staring at her, yearning vengeance. She was in pack territory, she knew, but it served as a temporary refuge from the loners that trailed her. The peace was also temporary, it seemed; unsuspectingly, a boulder exploded not a far distance from her, causing her to jolt. The sound in its wake reverberated painfully in her ears, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. Luring bicolored optics found their way upon a male whose lightning creation had brightened the aura of his entrance into her spotlight, a sole elliptical beaming down upon the polished stage of her memory. Certainly extravagant, he looked pretty proud of himself; he deserved to.

"When's your next showtime, pistol..?" she cooed from her perch, which was just in hearing range of the colorfully-grayscale Lupus. She considered approaching, but decided against it, considering the power he so recklessly wielded. What have rocks done to him that there was such a grudge..? That, too, she had to wonder.


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[Pyke]

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[mantra]

THiS WAS iNTERESTiNG.

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Suddenly, Mantra wanted to retreat into her cloak, her shadow; hide her identity. Her passive eyes followed him as he advanced, but she didn't tense or draw away from his presence as it neared. If he could blow a stone to little fragments, he could potentially do the same to her head - not that she believed he would. She was convinced beyond doubt that he was satisfied with the reaction he'd received from the show, and with the expression that was set into his scarred facade, his insertion of charm confirmed it. Provoked by this, she dared to toy with him.

"I'm someone ─ someone certainly not as intriguing as the handsome stranger wreaking havoc on an innocent boulder."
The femme propelled herself forward slightly, her nose inching along his jawline as both a salutation and a way to catch his scent. It branded him part of a pack, but to which she didn't know; it made her wonder why he had strayed from the confines of company, but she then realized that this power he possessed differentiated him from the others. Unique.. and charming, to a degree. Mantra took a step back and lifted her head a fraction of an inch higher, lucid eyes never averting from his own. A sly smile played her lips.

"Tell me, is slaughtering inanimate objects a favorite past-time of yours..?"

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[Pyke]

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[mantra]

SHE STUCK AROUND,

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driven by her curiosities. As he whirled around, possibly to admire his work, she, too, decided to examine the amounts of destruction that had been caused by that single bolt. The ebony fae stayed by his heels until they neared, when she decided to branch off for a closer look. The damage was fair; the boulder that had been there minutes before, one of the ones that her eyes happened to skim as she'd ambled along the lakeside, was almost completely gone. Only the bottom of it remained, severed by the crack, and rock remnants were still skittering aimlessly across the land.

When all went still again, Mantra threw a rather tender glance over her shoulder. "But your next target won't be a breathing one, is that right..?" she asked, flicking her tail playfully in his face before letting it hang limp at her hindquarters. There was a hint of seriousness and concern in her tone, the sort she rarely used with strangers. This was one helluva stranger, though, to wield such a power that it proved to be destructive to the environment.

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[Pyke]

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[mantra]

MANTRA AVERTED HER EYES

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back to the damage, ears swiveling forward at the new name he had branded her. What he didn't know was that she wasn't referring to herself. She was quite certain that he couldn't do any harm to her without losing a few toes, an ear, or.. an extremity of greater importance to the opposite sex. Pyke might have been stronger given his sturdy physique and power, but Mantra had an old, ravenous habit that probably wouldn't sit well with him. It was one of her indefinite faults, one that is concealed by beauty and unnoticeable to the world. In truth, she was concerned for him. This talk of hurt, and Mantra was really the monster underneath, more capable of hurting than assuming the role of the victim. She wanted to say something, get it out before closing up for good, but he might walk away from her like the others. He would not associate himself.

She didn't want that.

Carefully, Mantra seated herself at the water's edge, watching as it grappled the tips of her paws. "Romneya Republic," the Myou answered after his question registered in her mind, and she turned her head to catch the lazy smirk settling across his face. "No, I'm not a spy. I like a direct approach as opposed to distance. It makes my job quicker and" ─ she eyed him with a look that mirrored his ─ "more efficient."

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[Pyke]

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[mantra]

THE FAE'S BiCOLORED GAZE

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returned to the lake, a brow raised inquisitively at Pyke's words. Her smile then broadened into a smirk of her own, an amused one that was almost foreign on her lips as it spread.
"Ooh, yes. I'm sure that rock never saw you coming," she mused, whirling back around to face him. In a graceful maneuver, she brushed her nightshade coat against his side, sliding against him with the lightest of caresses. Wings shuddered, stretching after having been coiled at her back, spanning outward as would a bird's bones before flight.

One of them gently grazed his neck, gliding down his shoulder blade and along his frame; for a long moment Mantra stood, semi-leaning against the male, offering a bit of warmth. He needed it.
"Why don't you go apologize to it, hmm..?"
In a hot second she'd done an about-face and was now actively working toward shoving him into Parren Lake, hoping to get him in the water.

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[Pyke]

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[mantra]

MANTRA STOPPED PROPELLING HiM

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toward the waters and relieved the pressure, giving back his personal space. With a nearly inaudible sigh she contemplated his question, not quite sure how the gesture itself might work. Speaking to an inanimate object..? Not only would he not receive an answer, but it would probably ruin that self-image.
"I suppose you really can't, considering you've blown it up."

Moving to his side, she seated herself again. A spur-of-the-moment question was dancing around her head, begging to be spilled, but she wasn't sure whether it was too personal a query. She had just met this male, but he seemed like an idea-driven, confident guy. He should be very capable of answering, and yet she still selected her words with the precision of one who actually thought about these things. Would others find her odd for spontaneous questions?

Was it really necessary to ask them in the long run..?

"Pyke," she addressed him softly, glancing out across the lake that shimmered like golden scales in the sun. "Do you have a dream..? A goal, perhaps?"

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[Pyke]

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[mantra]

iT WAS EASY TO ASSUME

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what he was going to say, simply because she was familiar with his sort. The Lupus probably hinged on anything to get his name known, along with getting his handsome face printed in everyone’s mind when they thought of a prince - or a god, perhaps. He had the decent control of one; threads of destructive light that were thought to have originated somewhere in the sky were at the tips of his claws, waiting to be exerted on the deserving. The boulder was just practice, a substitute for the real target. Mantra still wanted to know what it was he planned to use it on, as something so lethal shouldn't be ignored. She also didn't want to drop a barrage of questions on top of him. That would be rude.

"Me..?" the fae cooed, batting at base of his tail with her own, occasionally furling it around herself. A gentle smile settled onto her facade and she exchanged a curious glance, eyelids draped half-way over gleaming gray and orange. Her delicacies of wings fluttered in the same breeze that stroked its fingers through Pyke's coat.
"I only have so long, so.. I want to do everything."
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