||Shrouded||Wolf RP||

[Alpha*]

The silver wolf doesn't want to move, but she shakilly gets to her good paws, the other dangling uselessly. "We'd better move away from here then, find a warm p-place to sleep.'' Malone replies, voice quavering. A long pause, she is staring at him, "You...really.. are going to stay Lykaios? I mean.. it isn't safe by yourself.. but..t-tending me.. now..." Mal swallows, swaying as she fights the pain signals in her head. "Don't forget.. I agreed to pupish games, its not your fault.."

[C O R V I D]

"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.

Nebbia's perk forward at the word coward, the insult did not fully register in her mind for the fawn colored she-wolf was more focused on his actual voice. It wasn't right. It sounded beastly something to be feared. Nebbia straightened, no longer in fighting stance as she watched his sudden change in his eyes and attitude. Se wants to go forward, to ask what's going on and to somehow help him, but her instinct tells her not to take a step closer less she wants to to get hurt or potentially killed. The small fae finds herself at a crossroads as she watches Soldier with both fear for him as well as herself.

[Alpha*]

That huge male has wheeled and is infront of her in an instant; full of rage - a rage he has not felt for so long. He cannot save the silver wolf... because he cannot find her. "We have a fight to get to Neb-biah." he almost snarls, fangs glittering, eyes brimming with hatred. This would be short work and then he would go sea--- NO! He wouldnt. He wouldn't kill her. Soldier is circling the Alphess, colored like a deer.. he always liked deer. So pretty. Yes, think of that. Not the threat. Not what has been lost. What he likes. Again does he stop, sniffing the air, frozen, "I havn't smelled that scent.. for a very long time." now his words are mild. "I smell... what is that?" for he rarely forgets a smell.

(Shall we have a big-cat? or a bear?)

[nagisa kaworu]

(A big cat sounds easier - bears are HARD to kill, especially if you're a wolf. All that fur tho.)

Lykaios watched with a soft, apologizing glint in his eyes - his eyes softer, then, the corners of them tilted down.

The way she struggled to get up made him flinch somewhat, just seeing the way how her paw is rendered useless, useless because of him. What if she were to be crippled for the rest of her years? A bone isn't like a cut - it would heal up nasty, crippling one for the rest of their life or merely giving a grosteque look. At that moment he wanted to come in and support her, but made no move to do so. She doesn't handle touch well, he reminded himself with a click of his tongue. He should respect that.

"I do wish to help you. While I may not fulfil my dream of knowing what a wolf can, I have seen enough." He paused for a moment, ears twitching forward and then back. "I mean... If I die, then that's that. At least I have given someone else life in exchange for mine. It's just a stupid moral, but you know." He finished hestitanly, licking his lips as he took a step forward.

(And maybe a little bit, he is scared of dying. What wolf would not be? He had nothing to lose, no family, no mate, no nothing - but that did not matter. If it meant teeth to his throat to help the moonscape-wolf, then he shall brave through it. That was all he could do, if he truly was to perish as a price for playing such games with her, with the stars.)

"I shall go seek out a den. You can follow, if you want - I have no right to stop a female from doing what she wants." He smiled wryly at her.

[Alpha*]

(maybe a Bobcat)

Malone shakes her head in slow denial for the need for help but then she stops...and nods. "A-alright.. you can help me..walk." she knows what that would entail. Touch. Touch means hurt. But today.. no touch means death. She shutters. The silver wolf swallows and lurches slowly towards him as he moves for her - eyes hard and unyeilding to herself. "Without morals.. what are we? No better than dogs." she replies, "And you wont die for me my friend." there was that word again... Then she is nose-to-nose with him, head lowered to hide pain and fear though she knows that he knows it is there. "We'll seek a den. And you couldn't stop me unless I was dead, something tells me that wont happen by you." a shy smile of her own that cannot reach already full green eyes.



(hes a romantic)

[C O R V I D]

(It's winter so they'll be no bears out, a big cat woul probably work best ))

Nebbia's ears flattened close to her skull as the large toward over her with his threatening stance and voice. She tried not to let the fear show, but let's face it he's a wolve if monsterious size while Nebbia is, well a runt. But she stood tall anyway watching him with a focused gaze as he circled her not one making a move to answer him while he held that threatening tone. Nebbia watched him closely as curiously as he stopped to sniff the air, her face puzzled when she began to sniff the air as well and her eyes widened for a momnet before returning her dark blue gaze back to the dark wolf next to her, "a big cat..." She answered softly.

[Alpha*]

(:p)

Soldier shifts, looking out at the forest, blue eyes a-scanning. It is quiet, the way winter almost always it. A cardinal takes flight with a seed in its little beak, he cannot help but think of spilled blood... because of churned snow. Then, it isn't a sound, or a smell that warns him, it isn't even a sight, it is just knowledge when he shoves the Alpha out of the way with a heavy muzzle. "Move!" is snapped as he whirls again to look at where she had been standing - it is between them. A snarl of warning is answered by a spit and lash out of claws. Its larger than he had thought, golden-brown and speckled fur has clumps of ice, if eyes were looking it would note the ribs and the black male wolf lunges in an instant. Instead of a fight with the she-wolf he would kill this. That would save them both. Her life. His guilt.

[nagisa kaworu]

Lykaios kept quiet - watching Malone's movements with eyes cut of the sun. They are dark, though, clouded like amber and with his shame.

His guilt.

He knew how hard it was for her as she carefully moved towards him as well. The movement isn't seemless, it isn't simple, but it's pained and it's slow, and Lykaios wanted to remind himsef that he should not burden himself, or her, with blame. But it couldn't be helped, it could not as Malone was unable to look him in the eyes (and even if she did, he would be unable to look back as well at those eyes, raw and like pure moonglow). He understood, though. He didn't need to see her eyes - he already knew what she felt.

"Yeah," He whispered softly. "But I wonder if dogs have morals, too? I've heard... Tales." A pause as the wind nipped at his scruff. "I will die for you if I have to. Exchanging a life for another.... Heroic, so they say. I do not intend to be heroic, nor will I ever call myself one. A hero, huh?" He shut himself up, then.

Carefully, he moved around her, touched his nose softly against the fur on her flank(and he noticed how silken her fur felt compared to his - ragged and thick, clumping together unevenly). He dared not to touch her upon the throat, for it was a vital point, and his maw resting there would not do her any good. Lykaios pbserved her carefully as he pulled his head back slowly, ears pressing flat upon his head.

Would she be fine with the little contact? It may have been something small, but if he were to support her, then the action would not be a small touch, but rather him pushing against her carefully enough so that she did not fall, or stumble, over her broken paw and remaining three. He hoped for the first time that day - something that was born out of pure desire to help.

It was new. It felt... Strange, but he accepted it. He hoped. Hoped that maybe somehow they'll make it out.

[Alpha*]

She stiffins all over at the touch, wanting to yelp and running away - knowing in an instant that the desire would do no good. The silver wolf shivers all over until her pelt is fluffed up like a dandy-lion pod and then she is absolutely still. Mal swallows and nods; mostly to herself. That hadn't hurt. It hadnt been that bad. She could handle this. Right? And he wasn't trapping her. It was an accident. Right? Yes. It had to be. He was her friend. Lykaios wouldnt hurt her. But a treasonious part of her mind poisioniously whispers, Soldier is your friend.. and he's hurt you.. The silver wolf shutters again and ducks her angular head, shaking it so as to dispel the idea. Sol wouldnt. He couldnt. Just like this wolf. This kurrel, lone, wolf. Yes.

"T-they must." Malone replies. "They've got to have morals.. at least alittle.. otherwise.. there wouldnt be so many of them.." she tells him, flicking her ears. A short pause, "Dogs are not heroic.. I've heard tales too.. but they are.. loyal.." the she-wolf swallows,, surpressing a whimper, "Come on, my good paws are freezing."

[nagisa kaworu]

His eyes are unbelieving - the way she stiffened at his touch is all he needed to know.

"I was speaking about myself, Malone." He hummed softly. "I'm not a hero. Dogs are indeed loyal... Idiotic, but still loyal. I've not met humans who've cared compassionately for dogs. Sometimes I pity them, but it is not of my way."

He fell silent once more as he surveyed her. Her voice was trembling earlier, far too soft even for the little she-wolf with words spun of spider-silk. He felt guilty, but why would he not? He had challenged her to a game of pups, especially when it the snow was barely there, yet the ground covered in the thick layers. He didn't want to pressure her - he didn't want to stir her fears. He had already caused her physical pain, but there could always be more to come.

And the thought made him quiver in his paws, bone-shaken and quiet.

He swallowed. "You do not have to do this, Malone." He spoke her name again, slowly, licking his jaws that were covered in frost from the snowflakes he cannot see in the moment. "If it is too much for you, then..."