A Union In Ruin. [Craveth]

[TheRuddyRaku!]

The moon lingered high in the clouds, leering down on Shinkou with a half hearted pearly glow as defiant winds rapped against the walls of the ruined castle. The very breeze assulted the crumbleing stonework with a barrage of cascading water from the heavens as if even God himself intended to tear down the ruin, once and for all. Amidst the chaotic weather, a ruby pair of Dakkanic iris's shimmered in the rain, seeking shelter and refuge.

Texousomenes very stare seemed to flicker with paranoia at the very Gateway of the ruin, expecting an ambush at every shadow, every corner. She trotted across the rotting wooden drawbridge, assessing every flaw in the woodwork as if expecting it to crumble beneath her metalic weight. Her paws would carry her forward as her gaze glared at the rusting portcullis, her paranoia expecting it to slam down on her. The dakkan glared upward at the unpleasant thought. It would either cleave her in half, cripple her, or pin her to the floor with its crude lower spikes. She managed to pace inward as she spasmed slightly, a nervous reflex the Fel Iron Fae harboured at the gruesome thought. Her voice came across calm and collected as she assessed every wall and crack she passed with a very femminine attention to detail.

"This place wouldve made a strong bastion of hope... Or intimidation."

Her echo cut her short in the empty hallway as she stepped through the main gate and into a ruined courtyard. Her ruby gaze would spy a statue of a man-thing, evidently some human hero or leader. She dismissed the thought as she paced inward once more, Taking a left into a dark corridor, Texousomene allowed her paws to carry her up a flight of spiral staircases, memorising the way out if the need arose.

Now in shelter the Iron Mistress would close her eyes and ignite her metalic plates, causing the wet rain to evaporate from her body before it vanished. Save for a flicker of embers behind her eyes, bathing her front flank with an eerie crimson glow. She found what she sought, an old bedchamber full of cluttered junk, and hastily scorched her name into the wall, claiming the room as her own before she sunk into the comforting embrace of the bed, the silken sheets caressing her body with warmth.

Texousomene found herself quickly drifting off to sleep...

[Craveth]

Questions troubled his thoughts today. Hopeless voices struggling to break through his thick skull and make him see their light. That the things he saw where no longer as he saw them once before. But the key to accepting these changes was still beyond his reach. Without it, he could concede to nothing and no one. Irked, he squinted his eyes as they blazed hues of blue beneath their dark encasing, steady, piercing, as his vigil sought a different sort of change across the borders, the relentless winds of the day rippling through his horse pelt. He searched for anything abnormal, out of place, or remotely moving in the inanimate, ghostly terrain. It seemed the cross line remained devoid of threats yet another day. However, as a dark lump became visible through the bittersweet colors of the Ruins, Selvago smiled in dark reckoning as he concluded not all would remain as gently quiet and passive as he had thought.

The Astran brute, glowed majestically under the almost hidden Moon, he was tucked away in one of the castles many vacant towers. Once filled with life, the intimidating structure of stone was most intriguing, yet tastefully frighting. Probably one of the many reasons why his former predecessors had decided to make their home here. Round aqua orbs followed the intruding femora, a slight suspicion, yet excitement dancing within them. With a loud snort from his flaring nostrils, Selvagio took her scent in, getting a feel of this stranger before making his move. As she disappeared into the entrance of his home, unusually silent pawsteps lingered here and there, following the unsuspecting trespasser with extreme stealth. He watched her enter one room, and lingered a few feet from the door, watching, waiting as she did some sort of magic trick and settled down to sleep. Such confidence she had, knowing full well she had been trespassing.

"And who might you be?"

He quipped, though the added weight of his husky voice gave the tease a malicious aftereffect.

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[TheRuddyRaku!]

Texousomene lingered amongst her dreamworld, unaware she was being watched as her chest rose and fell in deep rythem.

Tex's eyes opened and she gave a deep breath in the dreamworld, around her her entire city was on fire once more, an echo of her past. Her features narrowed as she pounced toward the nearest wolf and bounded past him, Maybe this time she could save her fellow officer. She tore through ranks in order to reach Rendit, putting herself at risk in a tide of tooth and claw only to watch him fall once more...

She stirred slightly in her sleep, Apparently her nervous twitch came to the fore and her paw skittered slightly to the left, The still sleeping Dakkan's ears picked up a voice and perked upward, The request echoing across her dream. Without thinkinking, The Fel Iron Fae Rose to her paws in habbit in a proud sitting position, Her head upright and her chest pressed out, The white metal gilnting in the Darkness as she gave a harsh Authorative bark, Even if she were still asleep.

"GENERAL TEXOUSOMENE GREYCLAW OF ASTHERIC LEIGION, COMMANDER OF THE FOURTH PAW SIR!"

The sleeping Dakkan bellowed loudly as if Talking to one in higher command, The echo of her own voice reached her ears, The Authorative bellow Full of female Determination. Her own brutal Femine voice snapping her back into the real world, Just in time to hear her echo rebound across the room. Her Crimson iris's unveiled as her lids snapped open, filled with a natural fire, Then suddenly, Ashamed Submission with a twitch.

"Ahem, Ex General of the Astheric Leigion."

She mumbled to herself and turned away as if ashamed of her past rank, Truly, she was. She Kept eye contact with the mysterious if not slightly Handsome stranger, Because to look down in submission would mean seeing those Medals bolted to her chest, Medals she wished she never bothered earning, Just another reminder of that Double Genocide.

Texousomene blinked at this wolf, Feeling his Husky Vocals Reverberate through her, Was that her nervous twitch? Or did his Barking send a shudder through her...

She Kept at Attention staring down at the Black wolf before her, waiting for him to Adress himself. Wait, She wasnt part of the Leigion. Texousomene had to keep reminding herself that she was in 'Civvie' Land now, where people didn't have to introduce themselves automaticly. Texousomene drew a deep breath then began to speak, Her calm voice Reeking with an icy chill, Despite having a Femme Fatale Lure to it, Even if she didnt mean it to be there.

"And may I ask who I am Addressing, And how you came to be in a ruin like this?"

[Craveth]

Aqua optics trailed over the femora in her fitful slumber. Almost instantly she had fallen asleep, yet another silly move on her part. To not only trespass, but to let your guard down to such extremes. They trailed over her unusual metal plating that covered her bodice, it made him almost claustrophobic. He couldn't imagine carrying such dead weight around, even if it did give him such protection.

Revealing a few yellow fangs in a silent snarl as she jerked from her sleep to respond to his question, Selvagio raised a bushy brow. She had barked at him, bellowing out her answer as though she was indeed talking to one higher in command. In some ways, she was. He raised his thick tail high in response, making it quite clear that even though he was not from whatever she was yelling about, he was still top dog between the two of them.

At her following questions, the brute let a growl now escape, no longer silent, a warning. He asked the questions around here. As the growl faded, escaping down the stoned corridors, Selvagio let his stance relax once more, sure he had made his point.

"I am Slevagio, Don of these Ruins, female."

He hissed, she had blatantly insulted his home, which means she insulted him. Perhaps he was lonely, but it was the only thing from keeping him off her. He shook out his bushy mane, and sat almsot graciously on his backside. His orbs dissolved into her own, she seemed conflicted, confused. It wasn't enough to quell his rising anger, and he snorted as she refused to show any sort of submission. Which confused him, because she seemed like someone that knew all about respect. Power. Authority.

It was then he planted a small smirk on his lips, and raised again to his paws, inching toward her. He could sense her own sort of power, her confidence underneath all that thought. Perhaps he could do well with this female, perhaps not. They said first impressions were the most important in a new meeting. And to be truthful, it wasn't all that much of an 'impression' on her part. Apart from her previous position, from wherever she had stumbled from. First thing was first though, she would submit. It was the very least she could do after making herself at home, in his home.

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[TheRuddyRaku!]

The fel-iron fae watched, unable to tear her eyes from the male with a combination of fear, curiousity, and downright determination. No, she wouldn't break that stare. She may appear rude but to gaze at this handsome wolf was indeed more appealing than letting her eyes wander across her own chest, across those medals, those memories of honour now betrayed.

Those memories of Genocide.

Her ruby iris's seemed to narrow at his growl, and her stare grew all the more determined. She would not look away. And as a respectable Female, Nervous twitching wreck or not, she would not allow her the impolite notion of being growled at by a male. She held her muzzle high, Level with Slevagio's The sheen of her metal face level with his furred one. Her ears perked at his words, keen to listen to what he had to say in a respectful way. If this truly was a Don of sorts, it wouldnt do to act 'too high & mighty' Texousomene figured she would leave a little leway so the Masculine wolf would feel more in control, More comfortable.

But if he was a don of these ruins, Already the similarities of the pair crashed into her mind with force. Both of these wolves held a position of power in a structured society, Both had seen thier life crumble around them...

Her eyes softened at the male as she thought, Not with pity. With empathy.
As quickly as that gaze had come it was lost as another thought hit home, what if he inherited these ruins. He would have never seen it crumble, Never have seen or experienced the horror of ones world crashing around them. Such was the sencitivity of the matter she decided not to ask him about it, But one question left her slender maw.

"You are a Don, Of what? I havent seen a follower of yours yet... But i Know the feeling. I myself am a general of zero souls. Zero standing, and zero companions."

The question left her lips softly, without a trace of sarcasm, irony, or mockery. Every last syllable was meant, and heartfelt. It was now she let her eyes slide to the left and down to the floor, hanging her head as if the clutter on the ground has suddenly become interesting.

A scuffle of paw forced the female Dakkan to look up, noticing the male was inching towards her. Memories of The Astheric males strutting toward her, trying to court and mate with her sent a snarl to her lips, she blinked harshly as though suppressing the memory. as a growl began to erupt from her metal throat. Her gemlike eyes simmered with warped fire and she bellowed loudly at the male.

"WHAT IS YOUR INTENTION GOOD SIR?"

She gave a snort and hobbled backward slightly, letting the snarl take residence upon her canine jaws.

"I sincerely hope Male, That you have NO intention of courting, or mateing with me. In my past hundreds have tried, and hundreds sicken me to the core of my being. I would suggest if such lusts plague your mind to leave me be, the result will not end well... If you have no intentions of such a Vulgur carnal nature, continue."

Evidently the slightly vain fae stood her ground, Hoping to dear god another one hadn't fell.