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Anonymous

You would think that for someone like Freya, who was always trying to 'stay in the dark', would like the night. But it actually scared her more than daytime did. So as she walked through the market area, where humans were closing up shop, the wolfdog changeling sighed and paused in her movements. Her milk-chocolate hair was held back by a ribbon, but after a day of running and keeping out of sight, strands had begun to fall down by her ears and at the base of her neck. If it weren't for how pretty she was, and how her her multi-hued eyes glittered even when there was barely any light out, most would say she looked pretty rough.

Freya didn't care though. As she stretched, her tight knit gray shirt moved with her. Exhaling she then rubbed the back of her neck, feeling like something was watching her. Oh how she wished Ziar was still here. Her mate had promised that he would find her - but that had been so long ago. Was he still alive? She didn't know, and couldn't go back to the place she was raised to even find out. No, they would kill her. Looking around she spotted an Inn and was tempted to head over there, but she had no more money and knew they wouldn't let her get by freely. Freya sighed heavily and began to walk once more, boots making a soft 'flomp' noise.

Anonymous

Kieli continued to wonder why in wolf honor would he consider staying around HERE more? Okay, yes, it was perfect for humans and all asorted beasts who appreciated this kind of ensemble. But no, he was not one too. He preferred sleeping in the woods then sleeping in the Inn. So he and his sister stood in front of an Inn, debating back and forth. His bright blue eyes were steady and stubborn while her's were patient and unwavering. He didn't know if he should be exasperated or angry. So he chose the many shades of ground and squared his stance to her.

"Why should we stay here? Living in the woods suits us FINE!" He snorted, unable to contain his loud volume or the snappish syllables.

"Why shouldn't we stay here?" She asked with a blink of pastel blue eyes.

God, did he wish he could.. Bad thoughts! Hitting sisters did NOT show good manners or containment. But was he tempted too, or what? He wished he could grab her behind the neck and drag her everywhere. His sister may be more delicate looking but rivalled his strength. So he didn't even dare. Instead, like all big men, he stormed on his heel and marched down the street - he'd make camp outside. Stupid she-wolf.

Wolf.... Dog? He stopped and sniffed around, amazed he didn't see her right away. He titled his head, but smiled. So what, dog was okay. Usually. Then again, not all wolves were the nicest. He knew quite a few who he wouldn't mind putting properly into their place.

"Hey," he said, always attempting to be friendly with canine-type creatures.
 

Anonymous

She had missed it. How could she have missed that distinct scent?? Freya froze in place, eyes growing bigger by the second and the hair prickling along her body. Male. Pure-blooded wolf. Warily she turned her head only enough so she could see out of the corner of her amber eye. He didn't seem aggressive, but appearances can always be deceiving. The muscles in her legs tensed, and she rubbed her right wrist - feeling the two jagged scars with her delicate fingers.

"Hi.." She said, voice barely audible. Of course, he would be able to hear it fine. Unless, of course, he was deaf. The inhuman creature needed to calm herself, as not to send the wrong signals. But she knew that she was weak when it came to others of her kind.

Anonymous

Kieli could sense her nervousness, which in turn made him both confused and a bit nervous himself. But he calmed himself down - why was he being nervous? With a little more accessing he concluded.. she was nervous. He wasn't quite sure of what. Well, he could see towards him, but because they were strangers and the whole wariness factor. But, of course, he didn't know how deep her 'wariness' actually went. So he stopped where he was, putting his hands lazily on his hip, kinda unsure where to put his hands in his human form. He gave another smile, however lopsided.

"Uh.. I'm Kieli.. Yourself?" He said, kinda unsure of what to make of his new aquaintance.

He kind of just stood their, listening to the lower murmurs he could detect, and the talking from the taverns. He made out some paragraphs of really useless information and tried, with all his might, to solely focus upon Freya. But, of course, a half of his brain wandered back to his sister in the Inn. Okay, he couldn't just let her go around unprotected, now could he?

Anonymous

As he calmed, she did as well - only slightly however. His voice struck her hard and she cringed, expecting the worst. But, he was only introducing himself. Why was he? What did he want with her? But she couldn't be rude. Caustiously she turned around and stood there, facing this 'Kieli' who seemed a bit confused and half preoccupied. He didn't seem much older than her, and he also smelt of a she-wolf. So there were MORE?? Freya took a step back.

"F-Freya.. My name is Freya.." She said, stupidly staring him straight in the eyes until she noticed what she was doing and adverted her gaze to the ground. Her demeanor shrank as well, in a submissive manner. Great move there. Let's hope he doesn't try and kill you now. She thought, now releasing her wrist so her scars were more visible. The ones on her face were prominant. I think the one on her nose is cute, but hey, that's just me.

A gust of wind pushed straight at them, bits of dust from the road being thrown about. Apparently the wind had been powerful enough to untie her ribbon that was holding back her hair. Because when she opened her eyes, having tried to keep out the dirt, her milk-chocolate hair surrounded her face. Freya blinked and then looked around for the ribbon. Damn.. she couldn't find it. She almost whimpered but then remembered she was still in the presence of that wolf. Eyes focused on her feet Freya decided to acknowledge him again, "Can I.. help you with something sir?" Sir? What the hell..?

Anonymous

It was becoming quite clear that this Freya did not like him. Not at all. It kind of disappointed him really - not that he would openly admit WHY - but it was probably because it was being rejected by a female of nearly the same species as him. And the only real wolf contact he had was with his sister and how the hell fun was that? C'mon, he loved his sister but their differences stressed him beyond what it should.. But being with a goody-too shoes was sooo annoying and soo mocking his patience that he couldn't stand her. Almost literally - he'd sleep more than he should just to get AWAY from his twin. Ah well...

And yes, the scar was cute, and her hair and just normally.. and he did spot those scars and he puzzled over them. But it was a tumble inside his head so he was quite confused, the poor wolf. He stood their and wondered what to say, do, or think. So, he cleared his mind and thought strictly on what she had said. Sir? He blinked, scratching his head. And he noticed her submissive behavior and remembered earlier her eyes - but that was before. She remembered the laws, but somehow, it made him uneasy to see her so shrinking.

"Oh.. nothing. I.. uhm, was just curious since you're.. half wolf," he said.

He said shamelessly - he was proud of his wolf heritage. The thought of keeping it a secret for any various reason was beyond his ability to comprehend.
 

Anonymous

Freya could feel him watching her, probably assessing her size and how easy it would be to just kill her. The thought of death didn't bother her, but how it occured did. She had no ambition to die by the hands of another. As he spoke she looked up and blinked her multi-colored eyes. She figured he had realized that she was a mongrel. So that was why he was here.

"Oh. Well, yes I am. Then again.." Her voice drifted and her eyes fell to the side of her, watching the soft candlelight inside a person's window mock her fear. "I'm also half dog too." Not like it mattered or anything. Freya looked back to him and shrugged slightly, relaxing more and more. True he was more dominant in nature than she was - but he wasn't forcing anything upon her and it didn't seem like he was looking down upon her either. We'll see how long that lasts. She thought apathetically.

Anonymous

At her comment to her being half dog he lifted his shoulders in a carefree shrug. Dogs were okay - some he met weren't the brightest while others he knew could rival some of his packmembers. Then again, human DID influence their blood so he wasn't sure if the acomplishment was all to hard. He sighed and stretched languidly, pulling his body and yawning widely.

"Hmm.. Well... Dogs don't seem to be bad at all," he said leisurely, sniffing the air in big inhalations.

Ah, the smells were awkward indeed. It was a swarm of confusing smells, species he never thought were possible, cats, humans, dogs, horses, birds, food - which made his stomach growl - and nearly every other possible smell. He blinked and the varied scents nearly made him dizzy, him swaying lightly on his feet. Stupid, stupid. Haven't you learned that villages smell foul? He snorted and relaxed his hands back on his hips once again. He tilted his head at Freya, brows lifted lightly as he just didn't know what the hell to say..

"Soo... What brings you here? o.o" He asked, rather curious now.

Why would anyone with such of a superior sense of smell as theirs want to come and sniff these humanish beings?

Anonymous

"I'm just passing through.. I guess." She said, kind of brushing off his comment about canines. Lineage was something she was not in the mood to talk about right now. Now, what she had said was truthful. Why lie? Still keeping her eyes directed away from him she walked forward, and stopped about five feet from him, sitting down on the ground. Dirt didn't bother her. There were always places to clean herself off.

Ah yes, it was true. The smells of villages such as this one were not the most pleasant but, to blend you must sacrifice. Then she remembered the scent of the she-wolf and a shiver of fear ran down her back. It hadn't occurred to her that the other was his sister. She hadn't delved that far into the scent.

Carefully she put her hands in her lap and looked straight ahead. "That she-wolf.. She your mate?" She asked, chest thumping. If not, that could mean there was a pack they were with. Either that or they may just be rogue. Oh jeez, she was getting ahead of herself..

Anonymous

He watched the wolf slash dog move towards him but leaving a nice five foot gap between them. She, or Freya, sat down on the dirt layered ground. Kieli didn't mind either - he was one to be content to lay across the ground. Bugs, creepy crawlers.. All part of nature. Most of his pack came to terms with it. And being curious also allowed them to discover more truths about such creatures. Like ants bite, wasps sting along with other buzzing creatures. Of course you'd rather kill the ones that offend. And sometimes they did - if they were around cubs or elderly. When they were around the others it was something to laugh about as they got huffy from the 'love sting'.

But Freya asked if that other she-wolf was his mate.. He blinked, assuming by 'she-wolf' she meant his litter-mate and twin. He shook his head and almost laughed - or shuddered - at the very thought of him being the mate of Amaie. They'd, either emotionally or physically, tear eachother apart. It was hard enough just travelling together but they always seemed to be at... differences. His sister seemed so open to the villages and these humans - nothing wrong with them. It was just.. they were what they were. So wasting, taking-for granted. Oh, he knew his species wasn't flawless. Oh gawd, did he know it!

"No. My sister actually," he said, another thought entering his mind.

Didn't she realize their scent was nearly the same? Their were very few minor details, like their genders and they each had a very close - almost identical - individual scent. But his sister said he smelled more foresty and wild while he said she smelled more flowery and feminine. But what did he know?

Anonymous

A blush crossed over her cheeks. She was so embarrassed. Another thing she had missed. Taking in another few wiffs she caught the distinct scent that bonded them and she allowed her head to dip downward. Freya swallowed, trying to remove the lump from her throat. "I'm sorry. I just.. wasn't.." Her head fell down more in shame. Tensing she stood up and rubbed the scars on her wrist, and then ran a finger over the ridge of her nose.

Freya was pacing slightly but then stopped and looked at Kieli sheepishly. He wasn't so bad.. Focusing on the soft breeze which was blowing through the village, the wolfdog changeling calmed and smiled, opening her multi-colored eyes at him. She had been about to say something but then her stomach rumbled. resting a sleek hand upon her gut she blushed again and looked at the ground.

"So, would you like to.. Uhm.." Her eyes wavered around, hoping he wouldn't take this the 'wrong way.' Looking back up at him she gave an odd smile, "Would you like to go on a hunt?" freya's eyes sparkled at the thought. Knowing she would be going either way she took in a deep breath, and in a swirl of dust, she was now a canupine [canine/lupine].

Somewhat floppy brown ears flicked as she stood there, watching him and waiting for his answer. Her curly tail swayed behind her slowly, milk-chocolate coat absorbing the little bit of light that was around, while her dark brown markings blended in with the shadows.

Anonymous

Kieli smiled - honest mistake, right? He let his hands rest on his narrow hips, bright blue gaze shifting around him to take in every aspect of the village streets. The dark, nearly 'endless' alleys, the flickering lights in windows, and someone snoring in a nearby home. It was funny how he could see quite well while a human would stumble up and down the streets, keeping to the little light their was. Yeah, his eyes weren't the best but they were quite good. He saw better then Amaie but she heard better. But that didn't matter here.

Suddenly she asked if he wanted to go hunting. And even though his mind had been previously on going to sleep and sleeping at the trunk of a tree. Which had sounded real good to him then, but the thought of hunting sparked his interest. And, of course, a sudden need now. He hadn't hunt in awhile and he was always open to it. He grinned.

"Yes!" He said enthusiastically, blinking and before he knew it she was already in her wolf slash dog form.

Although it was more different for him. He peeled off his ragged tunic, revealing his toned upper body which was quickly becoming covered in thick black fur. His jaws changed, and he was more hunched, and he shruggled to pull off his coarse breeches, his body changing nearly quicker then he could disrobe. When he was left in his wolf form he picked up his clothes in his jaws and put it in a dark corner. When he turned back to Freya he couldn't help that his tail was lifted high - he considered himself an alpha, really. He sniffed, taking in a deep breath. He scented something, a deer it seemed, but it was a bit of distance. Nothing big to them, but maybe she smelled something better?

Anonymous

She watched at how he transformed - different than she. But once he was in his true form she side-stepped a bit. He was large, and a rich black. Freya's body shrunk a bit, tail now hanging loosely by her rump. Nose sniffing the air she also smelt the deer. She didn't eat that much - but he was a true wolf and would probably eat more. Then again it didn't matter again.

Ears splayed out to the side she looked at him meekly, I say we go for it.. Lifting her right paw off the ground she licked her chops and poked him with her paw, tail swishing slightly.

Anonymous

His lips lifted in an infamous wolfgrin, tail wagging lightly. He noticed her submissive gestures, too. The wolf inside him beamed at his new 'follower' while the human in him simply didn't care. He was going to hunt, and the first in nearly a week. His sister had been dragging him around like a ragdoll, forcing roasted food down his throat. However grotesque it sounded raw deer meat was unbeatable. His tongue, in an agreeing display, licked his own jowls. He sniffed the air, took a step, reassured and decided that forwards was the nearest way and then.. if he thought right, to the left they go.

His long limbs struck outwards, large paws smacking the dirty ground, his claws scratching slightly as he pulled himself into an enthusiastic jog. He gave a soft yap, almost saying, "Race ya!" His jog was a bit slow - didn't want to waste good, precious energy. Kieli pushed himself, just a bit to get outside of the village and to breath in fresh forest air. Then he'd slow.. Because it felt like the village was closing in on him, drastically so. It was ready to consume him, pull him in by the tail and swallow him in the disruptive bowels of nasty-and-unhealthy smells. And he focused only on the wilderness and the pawfalls of Freya. That was all that mattered - where she went and how she worked while hunting. And whatever splayed out before them.

Off to hunt. And damn, did it sing in his veins.

Anonymous

Ears pushing forward as Kieli suddenly sprang off, Freya cocked her head and watched him for a moment until she remembered they were going to kill a deer. Paws lifting off the ground in a smooth rthym, the wolfdog caught up to him and nipped his flank playfully before she slowed her pace. It was as if eyes had suddenly fallen upon her. Head dipping she looked around, nose twitching as she silently took in the scents surrounding them.

No one. It was just them and trees and the faint scents of the village. Stop being such a scaredy-dog. She thought. Noticing she had fallen behind considerably she lurched forward, dodging a bush and fallen tree. Granted she wasn't the swiftest of movers because of her one leg, but she was still an able hunter.

Keeping some of her attention focused on Kieli, she also was looking around for their prey. Her body had become closer to the ground as the scent became thicker and more profound. It was around here somewhere. Freya's eyes fell on the black wolf in front of her. Do you see it? She "asked".

Anonymous

The roll of muscle beneath his pelt, the forceful stride, everything to seemed to fit into ancient instinct. He took in the scents her craved on a daily basis, but he too began to slow and choose his way with care as the smell of the deer grew prominent in the air. Kieli knew this was one of those rare times where his control seemed to be at it's zenith, his entire body understanding and thinking. Each step was placed with a deadly silent purpose. He refused to step without making sure it felt.. right. Everything had to be 'perfect', at least on his part.

When Freya 'asked' him if he saw it he, at first, answered a 'no'. He didn't see it, but his mvoements gradually became more stilted and wary until he fully stopped. His eyes were focused ahead, glancing to the wolfdog and then back, quickly, to his previous focus. It was a simple gesture but it promoted that the deer was up ahead. He peered through the underbrush, finding it about a good distance. He paused a moment, but he knew he shouldn't waste any more time. If the wind shifted and favored the deer they were screwed.

He glanced at Freya and, passing it by her the idea of her driving it towards him if he moved to a different point. They had to stay in their range and try to work the deer into a trap. But that was also alot of room - although deers were herd animals how well would it listen to a carnivore? He also passed the other plan of a simple ambush, unsure of what to do. Him and his sister.. well, it never really mattered because of the link between them. All they really had to do was stay down wind, ready themselves and one lagged while the other dodged forward. Then the other twin would just wait for proper time to make themself known.

Anonymous

Freya slowly licked her chops, acknowledging the deer. Her favoured side to hunt was the right. She could make any attack that was needed of her when it came to having her advantage. Tail curling over her back - not noticing that it was higher than Kieli's - Freya began to stalk forward, moving around Kieli's side and staring at the deer. They could get closer, and then an ambush would be just fine with her.

Anonymous

The wolf inside him was quick to note Freya's sudden dominance - and her tail. But the human inside him told him to calm down. Then the wolf sparked again - they couldn't mess up this hunt. Kieli took note of her actions and watched her as he then picked his way closer to the deer. He settled into a spot that was as close to the deer as possible without being seen nor smelled. He waited, sinking closer to the ground, getting his legs beneath him for the best leverage. His muscles bunched beneath his black pelt as he waited, growing more excited as they watched the oblivious deer.

The bright blue-eyed he-wolf glanced to the wolfdog, Freya. Was she ready? If she was the ambush should start now. He was ready to pushed forward, poised, but awaiting to make sure she was ready. They could flawlessly execute this ambush - and that's how he wanted it. But, of course, nothing and no one was 'perfect'. He could accept that.

Anonymous

Flexing her limbs that were tucked closely in to her body, the wolfdog looked to Kieli from the corner of her eye timidly. The three slash marks on her left shoulderblade made her nervous. Would all her old injuries cause him to not trust her in this hunt? She didn't know. Realizing his silent question she gave a subtle flick of both ears and lifted her right forepaw off the ground slowly. That was enough warning for him, right? He seemed on top of things..

Freya lurched forward from the brush, the deer's tail flying up so its white underside was shown. Its wide brown eyes looked around in horror but didn't waste time - beginning its treck to inevitable death. The wolfdog's tongue lolled from her mouth, tail straight out behind her now to help her keep balance.

The deer made a sort of bleeting sound as it knicked a hoof on a log. Coming up on its right side she snapped at its heels and flank, then looking back to see where Kieli was in play.

Anonymous