Call me a Stranger

[Illyad Kyro]

She had hardly even kept track of where her leaden paw steps had taken her. She simply knew that it was slowly getting cooler. The land about her was nothing more that foliage, vines, and random shrubs intertwined trees. The sunlight pierced through the canopy in any place that it could, giving the thicket more of a heavenly look. ’When you see streams of sunlight, children, it means that another wolf has been taken up to heaven.’ Her lips seemed to sneer up in a half grin as she remembered her mother and the words that had been spoken to her. She remember herself as a pup, Sitting next to Atticus Kaler in front of a beam of light, staring at the splotch of yellow it left on the ground.

”Kyro…” Her gaze shifted to look at her brother as he lay on the ground. He looked so weak, so sickly thin and pitiful. Crimson streams lined his cheeks and a steady drip of blood broke from his muzzle. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him “you see that sun stream?” Kyro looked at the splotch of light sitting just away from her paws “yeah, I do” Looking back down on her brother, a stark look crossed his expression, then the remnants of a smile broke through “Those are my angels coming down to get me.”

Now she knew what had happened to him, knew the pain that he had to endure. She walked through one of the beams and paused, looking at the patch of her fur that was now painted stark white ’Are these my angels?’ A low growl escaped her vocals as she coughed, choking back the copper-like taste that stung her throat. ’Demons would be more believable.’ She took another step forward and almost shot back as her paw met with the shallow frigid water. A creek? She was standing almost in a creek. After a glance around, she lowered her head, letting her muzzle dip into the cool water, allowing it to wash away the red coloring that seemed to take over the mouse gray of her muzzle, remnants of a hare. Pulling up her muzzle, she allowed herself to splash a bit in the water, allowed a bit of ‘play time’ so to speak. She pounced about, leisurely dallying after a small fish.

The water had been overwhelmingly relaxing, seeming to take the pain that plagued her in the form of memories away. The smooth stones beneath her paws were a nice change from the rather hard, harsh ground on which she had been traveling all day. The Rays of sunlight were flickering as the trees moved in a slight breeze that washed over the land, making her look up and watch the streams in all their glory. She had been at ease, for the first time in days. She was alone, and able to be less on edge than she normally was.

The Silence was welcoming, beckoning her to stay a while and relax, feel alright for the first time since the hatred had overtaken her body, since the day she ended her own brother's life.. Slowly she stopped, finding herself standing in the middle of the creek, allowing her mind to take over for a moment.

'Atticus Kaler, her beloved brother was gone. Her dearest mother had been overtaken by another pack, and her father had died just a bit before she had reached the age of a yearling. It was simply her, Wolvesbane Nero, and Damien Axias. She was left in her family, beneath the rule of her tyrant brother, constantly pushed about, forced to submit to his will, and forced to ignore the brutal beatings her other brother endured as Omega. She had always been the gentle type, the one who cared enough to at least try and stick up for Nero. She had been playful and fun loving, until Axias pushed her way to far. Finally, Illyad Kyro had started fighting back, snapping at her brother here and there. Then it happened. "Kyro, are you crazy, your going to your death" Nero followed at her side, trying desperately to change her mind, only to be turned on himself. Kyro spun around, fangs digging into the back of her brother's nape, throwing him to the ground "I have nothing more to live for, Nero, what do I care?"'

That was the last time she saw Nero. She and her brother dueled to the death, With Axias' carcass left apon the earth in the end. She had fled, dissapeared from her homeland, ending up here as a Miccosuki alphess.

* I don't expect you to match my post length. So don't feel liek you have to.[/size]

[Wolfee]

The sun was shining brightly over head, though it had barely shown through the overbearing trees around the lake's edge. The ground around the lake was moist, and every step taken upon it pushed it downwards, almost to its limit. The breeze that swept through was gentle. Relaxing. Calm. It had barely ruffled the male's coat as he moved cautiously about, his ears perked atop his head, and his eyes alert. His strength had nearly left him, causing his legs to give in a bit, landing his head just inches above the ground before he caught himself.

In the shimmers of light that did manage to break through the mass of overhanging branches, his fur shown. Sleek black, with patches of tan splotched all over his body. His discolored pink tongue lolled out the side of his mouth, as he panted, continuing slowly around the edge of the lake.

A slight tear seemed to fall from his left eye, the only one that still had its tear duct, as memories of his human companion flooded his mind. "It's okay, Roscoe. Come here boy." He heard the gentle voice of his once loyal friend say when he was a pup, and was still getting used to his surroundings. The male had then layed down at the edge of the water, having then lost all will to continue his slow walk around the terrain.

"Roscoe, where are you boy?" the young lad called in a playful tone. "Come on Roscoe! It's dinner time!" The boy shouted, racing around the lawn to find the hidden pup.

With a small whimper, the brute shook his head, shaking the memories from his mind and standing again. "This is ridiculous, Roscoe. You are a full grown Doberman. You are on your own. You have become the alpha of a packless place. You do not need those filty, no good humans on your brain!" The dog said to himself as he let out a small growl before starting his walk around the waters again. He seemed to be alone, for the most part.

[Illyad Kyro]

At first, it came as the soft pitter-patter of footsteps, then silence. Her head lifted and her undocked ears perked up and slighty twisted int he direction of the sound. Was someone else there? One paw lifted and her lithe form turned about to face the small trail in which she had followed to the shallow parts of the lake. It was empty.

A whimper. More footsteps. Someone was there, following not far behind her. Her tail lifted, her tiara lifted, and the Gray Ghost took a dominating stance. She stood, silent as the stones around her, sheilded by the underlying foilage that surrounded her and lapped at her feet. At the moment, a flash of black and tan flashed trough the open points between leaves, yet it was gone just a quickly as it came. It was only when she looked over towards the lake's edge that she finally caught a full glimpse of the Doberman standing just a bit away.

A growl grasped at her throat choking its way through her lips, which pulled back revealing the ivory white canines that lined her gums. She slowly stalked through the brush, the hackles raising up along the line of her back as she approached the male cautiously, asserting her dominance and daring him to return the gesture.

"Well hello" She rasped between a growl, a grin overtaking her features.

[Wolfee]

The breeze swept through again, stirring the water, and the short-fur of the brute before a voice overtook his ears, causing them to twitch steadily above his head. He turned his cranium around, planting his mix-matching eyes upon the fae who had spoken to him. He let out a soft growl, his underbite showing in full force.

He kept silent for a moment, taking in the features of the fae before his paws spread out, taking on a defensive stance, not sure if she was going to try to attack or not. "Hello.." He muttered, his voice cracked, as his throat was dry from lack of proper thirst quench. His stubby tail was motionless on his rump. His coat gleamed still through the shallow showing light.

His left eye twitched some, as he stood, nearly motionless, waiting for the fae to make a move, or to say something else. He had the presence of an alpha, yet with no followers, one could clearly see.