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[Alpha*]

"Stars are our memories." is argued lightly to the male; "Sure, our bodies go to other things but our minds? Oh they become so much more." a smile, pure and beautiful graces her muzzle and the Malone is foccusing on where she places her good paws once more.

She is silent a very long time as Lyakios finnishes speaking; so long it may seem that she is ignoring him. "Yes I hurt, i may be. No pack will take me now. I'll have no rank. No..m-mate, and no pups." she is bitter and it shows. "I will never run freely again, never not hurt near storms." the silver wolf shakes her head. "I'll remember, though niether of us will be after that." Mal cannot look at anything but the ground now.

[nagisa kaworu]

"Ahh... Who am I to argue with a she-wolf with a pelt of the stars?" Lykaios replied lightly - if not for the slight hiccup in his voice.

He smiled softly, then, as he noticed the genuine smile that appeared on the little wolf's lips, with head crooked down at her paws and then - the situation hits him again, maybe even harder than in the previous surges it had since arrived. Her paw was broken. Bones do not heal as easily as flesh does, because it is something rigid, not pliable as skin and muscles were.

His fault she can't get a pack. His fault she can't get a mate. His fault her life wouldn't ever be the same again.

All because he found her strikingly amazing that he dared to challenge her in a race - a small twig, overconfidence, and then - and then he ruined her life. Everything she had. The way she was against him reminded him of many things. He could feel her muscles underneath her fur, strong except - except for her paw. It was bent wrongly, snapped and torn and he hated that because it was he who caused it inadvertently.

The day he took away what she had was a day he wouldn't forget.

He cannot forget it.

"...Your life is ruined all because of a few little words I uttered... How I regret that is something I've never felt before." His eyes are fixed at the sky, now - the opposite like the she-wolf besides him, eyes trailing steadily on the ground.

He's never noticed how dark the clouds seemed.

[Alpha*]

"You can argue all you want, but I would win, eventually." is her light-toned reply; the silver wolf flicks her ears and sniffs hungrilly. The deer before had been a long time ago in her book, too long. Would she and Sol and now him ever be full again? Probably not. Just as well, she wasn't a wolf anymore, but they shouldn't have to suffer.


Wait. He blames himself? Why?

"If the Lord of the Forest wanted me injured than I would have been anyways, with, or without you." Malone's green eyes are dark, like a storm skies at sea as she shifts them to his gold ones and draw once more - with a heavy, if short series of pants - "My life is ruined because of me. Not you. I don't blame you. Who is to say I would have gotten to stay in the pack anyways? Who is to say I would have ever gotten a rank? A mate? Pups? No-one. It has always been me, or me and Soldier against the world. How is this any different? At least he has a chance still." her words are defiant to his guilt and sorrow. "I chose to offer to take you to the border, to hunt with you and to race-play with you. I don't get to wallow in self pity and niether do you."

Not to say that she wouldn't... when she was alone... or in the deeper winter when mates are truely found, again in spring when pups are born... but still. If she thinks of this now she wouldn't make it. And she has too. She has to make it. Mal stares hard at him.

"Do I make myself clear?"

[C O R V I D]

Once blue eyes are flashed to silvery-black, his pelt sleeked flat now, tail curled about his ankles - he would kill this. It would satisfy his blood-lust. When a claw-filled paw colides with his shoulder he turns, taking that same appendage into his powerful jaws and pulling away otherwise. Soldier snarls when they have retreated from eachother. The cat doesn't want to leave without at least one of them dead, or having a meal. This would be fun.

Malone swallows, she doesn't want to think about that. "What else am I going to do?" she inquires. "Even though I am sure Sol will take me back.. he's blind, and not a hunter. I was the hunter." the silver wolf tells the darker gray one quietly; "Besides, he'd probably hunt.. and kill.. you.." she is silent a while as they go through the snow - already missing the effortless gliding over the snow from before. "What am I supposed to say? I wont lie to you. This is very much, almost too much.."

((Oh gosh sorry for not replying for so long DX))

Nebbia watched with strangely calm eyes as the large brute wolf attacked the wild cat, the way he moved for a wolf of his size and stature seemed oddly fluid in motion making the fight look like a Danse Macabra, only one would leave this fight alive and so far and Soldier seems to be in his element. The small far wolf stands ready should the need arise for her to aid but so far that need hasn't appeared.

[Alpha*]

(No problem! Welcome back!)

Savage glee is in his eyes, in his motions and as the fight progresses he is actually grinning, toung lolling. No-matter his injuries - scratches and a few bite-punctures.. But the beast is weak from hunger, and illness (he can smell it on it's pelt) and the dark wolf suddenly knows he would win. After a while he does, and the wild-cat is dead in the churned, ruby splashed snow.

Soldier flicks his ears and streaches out before looking to his wounds - not caring for the foe. That violence is gone and he seems sweet, serene. "That was fun." is stated mildly to no-one in particular, "you know, it was much more enjoyable that ruining my ethics and killing you." A lolling, easy grin and then he is heading off with his head low - the facade back all at once. "Now, I'm off for a drink. Care to join me Nebbia?" is inquired with a distainful sniff to the enemy.

[nagisa kaworu]

Lykaios gaze is cold, distant - although they usually burned amber, there is a dim light in them that seemed far gone as he listened to her words.

And he knew she was right. /She/ knew she was right. He paused his movements, closing his eyes tightly as he let the cold air flow into his nostrils - cold, sharp, bitter. He /doesn't/ have to swallow in pity, he doesn't have to continually blame himself because he knew she'd be okay, in a sense.

She wouldn't be the same, but who was he to tell her that she'll never be happy?

Never smile?

It wasn't his place. When the words came finally to his mind, he opened his eyes again, vision blurring for a moment as snow gently lashed about at his face.

"No one has any right to fix the future in stone. You're right in every word you say. It's a strange thing, you know? Because I've always... doubted myself in a way. Who doesn't? It was I who challenged you, it was I who spoke to you and it was I who told you I'd help you. I'd keep you safe, Malone, even if it is for a little while. The future is uncertain - I have no right to tell it where it would go, where it should be." He paused, as he looked forward.

"So... I will do what is necessary. To ensure you do get a better chance. I've always been a dead man walking at this point." Another brief silence as his ears flick forward. "There is a cave up ahead," He stated softly, sniffing at the air. "I can't tell much, but it's been abandoned for quite some time."

[C O R V I D]

Nebbia relaxes once the fight is over and her ears perk forward at his words. Oddly yet again they didn't bother her in the slightest and she followed along after him a small smile gracing her features. "If your still interested in being in the pack your more than welcome to become a fighter, or whatever position you feel would suit you best." Nebbia explained to him as they walked, her sapphire eyes locked on him for a moment before she looked ahead of her once again.

[Alpha*]

~ Soldier ~

"I.. would stay, for her sake. She can stay too, right?" He stops and looks at her, eyes filled with wary anticipation and a dangerious edge. "You mean that?" he asks her, quiet, uncertain. Because, for such a monster of a wolf he is, benieth it all, afraid. "You are certain... you want me to stay? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy to. Just.. I'm not the safest wolf to be around. Ask Malone, she'd tell you. THAT was only the tip of what I can do. And you want me to stay. Are you sure?" Sol inquires, the words too polite - ears ever flicking as he listens. As if he would miss something. Then, in admittance, he speaks once again, "I... would be what you feel me best to be. Just know that.. I.. don't do so well.. around.. others. I'm... sort of viley inclinded. So, where would you place me, should you for-sure choose me to stay?"

* Malone *

"The future is fluid." she replies with a now-forced smile. The silver wolf is exausted, her brain befuddled by pain. A series of nods as the male speaks to her, and Mal has to choke back soft laughter at a few words he issues.. "Well, then, let us go to this cave, and make it our own. I'm tiered." is answered. She tries to quicken her pace, but ends up stopping because she can barely stay upright.

[C O R V I D]

Nebbia nodded her head "Malone is welcome to stay as well if she so chooses, she will not be an omega for she seems she is indeed capable of more from what I saw before with the deer and what you have told me about her." Nebbia ensures him."Also, I am sure that you are welcome to stay in this pack... Being as you aren't good around others I don't believe hunting should be your main rank for that requires a group as well as scouting, you'd best be suited for the rank of a fighter." Nebbia says looking into his blue eyes so that he understands each word she is saying is genuine.

[Alpha*]

"I see." is replied to the alpha she-wolf by the new named as a fighter male-wolf. "I accept your offer. Now, she was supposed to meet me here a long while ago.." Soldier muses to Nebbia - as if she has an answer. "We were going to hunt for our suppers. But... it has been a few hours and she hasn't arrived. And she doesn't forget things. Where could she be?" the dark wolf takes a deep breath and then shakes his head. "She must be asleep, at camp. It has been a hard few weeks out in the open."