||Shrouded||Wolf RP||

[certified]

(Was I kicked? I haven't been on in a while. Can I please get a detailed recap?)

[C O R V I D]

((@certified, no you have not been kicked out, no one has. Right now Maline is with Lykaios and Soliar is with Nebbia))

Soldier scoots as close to the rock as he can manage, and then thinking better of it moves away from it three yards at a too-swift pace. Blue eyes catch hers, survey the she-wolf called the Alpha Nebbia and grins tauntingly. Enough! Enough of pup-play! Enough! He wants to really fight, to bite and claw and leap and roll and be exaustedly panting in churned snow for an instant, he wants to be free. Dark ears flick; "I am sure you can figure," is replied patiently. This is nothing like a real battle, nothing like the sparring with Malone, this was... to... relaxed. No frenzy. The male likes the change, and yet... he is not sure as to what he is to do with it.

Nebbia smirks lightly at hi reply and lunges forwards at the larger dark male. She knew that move was a risky one and if she couldn't time her next one quickly enough in a real fight it would probably coast her. She wasn't one for obvious or offensive moves, though she would consider herself a skilled fighter she had a skill for the offensive when she knew the current attack at Han from the other wolf, but she wanted to test not only Soldier but herself as well.
(Sorry for the lame and very late reply ))

[Alpha*]

(its ok! Happens to all of us!)

Blue eyes fill with laughter; why wasn't she Really fighting him? Is wondered an instant before he knows and regrets the mental question. The large male wheels - surprisingly agile for a wolf as large as he, one who is supposed to be blind, one who is terribly light on his paws; teeth clash together a half inch from where her throat and chest meet and then he is glaring at her. Gone is the playful banter - she had used a move he had never seen before. She had become a threat to be annihalated. She had become his next target, his kill. She was no longer Nebbia, a she-wolf leader of a pack, to be protected.

So much for keeping his head, the wolf who had spoken before, whos sorrow was in his voice and gaze is long gone. And would he return? With a kill. With a win. With Malone, should she realize in time and come to this wolves' aid. His gaze is almost silver, fletched with a certain kind of darkness that Mal and many others had learned to fear. Gone is the wolf with restraint and a strange resolve. This was all or nothing. Life and death. A battle of whits, grace, finice, skill and pure strength. The thing he loves most was comming. The male can feel it in the tension radiating between them, can feel it reflected on the churned snow, dance on currents of fridged air - he slows his breathing, it would not do too pass out; it would do to kill this so-called Alpha.He is excited now, but cautious; at the very least his desire is to make her fear him, and what he has done, become, capable of. The one that many called Ghost is awake and a-prowling, they were all Action, no talk, no play. This was the reason the silver wolf he calls friend and kin treds lightly around others.. and him. They were, but no more.

This time he snarls violently, not playfully, his eyes narrow, tail tucked around one ankle, ears flicking constantly for a sound that is not there. Beast. is sung in his head by a long-gone wolf. We are not a monster. Calm the storm. Calm Your storm.. but now? Now Soldier can give no heed his own voice.

[nagisa kaworu]

Lykaios was not a wolf of many words.

As in - Lykaios does not speak so freely about others, always walking on a thin sheet of ice that cracked with every glass. Such as the way he lived that resorted him to think, and soon learn to breathe, his words, having met danger many times and being pushed till his fangs had to be brought into the equation. But Malone. She was different - he's never met a wolf like her, who thought as she did and who has seen as she did. And he's almost certain that despite the beaten path he had gone down for so long, he could call her someone who knows. Who understands.

It's almost frightening how few wolves like her exist. He's bone-weary of meeting the same aggressiveness again and again, used to easy countering it. Yet, he could grin (if a wolf could grin) upon their conversation with a tilt of his head and a nod. It's easy as he cries out with a snort of snow-laughter, "Hah! Look at your paws once you lose and get back to me!" and then he is off, kicking up snow behind him and rushing close to the side of the she-wolf with the moonscape-pelt and nebula-eyes.

And then sometimes during his thoughts he thinks about an eagle.

[Alpha*]

She lengthens her stride, laughing at his words - but while she cannot outdistance the male, niether can he outpace her. Evenly matched for once. For when one pulls forward a stride, the other soon does as well - and so the war wages on. Malone is laughing softly as they appear near where she and Soldier had felled the roe deer doe - and the snow is thicker, and there the log and hole is she cannot see. Which is why when the silver wolf called Mal takes that said stride forward she stumbles forward and into the hole. Immediately there is an audiable POP! and she bites back a howl of pain. She whimpers instead, cursing her foolish pride as she pulls herself up from the snowy hole and sits instead after carefully shaking the frozen liquid from her pelt. Gah! It hurts! And if Soldier found out, even if he knows it was an accident... he would fight and possibly kill him... Sol would seek to take Lyakois' life.

(Bump)

[C O R V I D]

Nebbia made a quick sharp turn away from the large, dark, brute wolf as he snapped his teeth so close to her neck and dash quickly about ten feet away as she studied the larger wolves changed demeanor. She noticed how his once 'playful' stance had changed into that of a true fighting wolf, of one who has seen many years of combat, one who was facing down a mortal enemy. Nebbia stared at him with a curious gaze trying not to let different pacing emotions cloud her vision and thoughts. Instead of attacking him she only mimicked his movement. The stance Soldier held towards her now was the one she now stood in. Mimicking the steel in his eyes. Though she had spent most of the second part of her life in the pack, there were bits and peices she never revealed.
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[Alpha*]

"Coward!" is spat at her when she runs - first in his mind, then on his toung - it is in a voice that is not what one would recognize as 'Soldier' or even 'Sol'. His eyes flash, catching the light and the male keeps his ears moving, he is on his toes. This would be fun. His head drops a fraction more and Soldier is preparing to lunge and leap, to race and kill when something catches his attention; a very, very dangerious thing. Something the killer in him welcomes and he fears for her safety; for once more has Nebbia become something to be kept safe. A sacred prize. Sol drops into a running stance and wheels around, his eyes turning blue again like the sun comming from behind thick storm clouds, and he sniffs. Once. Twice. Three times. "No." is grumbled to himself when he cannot pick up what it is anymore. "No. No. No. Malone?!" He howls the last word.

[nagisa kaworu]

When it came to the thick of things, it was impossible to call Lykaios the storm-calm wolf from before.

The snow was kicked behind his paws evenly as he leaped and bounded througn the thick powder with a cloud-constellation running next to him - his movements resembled more of a spring, a sort of lunge forth, but still a fast movement nonetheless. He doesn't mind how easily she kept to her pace and he to hers, how they cannot find a way to past each other as much as they each attempted to pull ahead. It was unspoken contact, only muscle-memory at this point, and it's hard to ever describe it or explain it other than it simply happened.

Lykaios was now more of a pup at this point, the gold-edged eyes now cut more smoothly. They were simply two wolves now, and nothing more than just wolves thrilled by the gist of it all. But in the middle of his jumbled thoughts of excitement, he immediately forced himself to a halt with snow and dirt blowing harshly behind him - Malone was forced forward as her paws caught something and there was an unpleasant snap to his ears that caused him to bound over quickly.

"Malone?!" He questioned suddenly as he stopped swiftly by her side. "W-what happened? Ahh, no, that's just an idiotic question when I already know." He hesitated to not get any closer because he knew well how she reacted to contact, so he kept an understable distance between them.

"...I'm sorry," He concluded with an apologetic bow of the head.

[Alpha*]

She manages to pull her paw from the hole and the silver she-wolf whimpers at the pain the moment it is out of the ice. "It hurts!" she gasps, eyes paling to almost peradot green, tears filling them. "It hurts. Sol's gonna be mad at me.. and I lost your dinner." Would he be mad at her too? He would. She 'knows'. Everyone else would be.. and now, how could she go to the pack? In winter.. this injury... no. Malone knows she can't go back. Her silver ears pin in fright and pain and a whimper is torn from her throat. "Lykaios.. if he finds you.. Sol will kill you. You have to go. I..if he finds you here, with me.. now.. he'll kill you. And I can't go back.. so you should go. We're past the boarder now, you're safe.. you should go.." Why hadn't Malone listened to stay in the bounds of camp? why?

[nagisa kaworu]

Hearing her whimpers, seeing her shiver in fright - no, no, she shouldn't be whimpering and crying, she should be smiling and grinning.

But that was not what happened. Or course it isn't, because Lykaios is aware of the uncertainity in his chest and the fear in her eyes is all he needed to know. She's afraid and he is too, because he is unable to do anything to help her. He has not much knowledge of herbs, nor does he belong to any... Pack that'll help her. He wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay, but they are not and he does not want to make a false promise.

He pulled his head back a little as she started to speak, a small quiver in her voice and he shook in his paws. "No, Malone, I'm not angry. It doesn't matter if we cannot continue after the deer. You're hurt and I want to help so bad - I'd risk even facing Soldier's wrath if that meant I could help you. But I cannot. I cannot and I'm afraid, I'm so scared that you'll might perish in this winter." He is unable to stop himself from pacing at this point, his steps shaky as he pawed the ground.

"I'm not leaving you," Lykaios stated grimly. "I don't want to leave you to suffer because of me and my childish dares." His ears pressed flat against his skull as he looked away in self-loathing.