Have Some Composure [Open]

[Le Mad]

A cold quiet night had shrouded Giaku, and more precisely Keikoku canyon. No wind blustered over the land tonight, and everything was stiller than usual. A calm quiet settled over the land early in the day and had lead to these peaceful moment. The clouds, threatening to burst with snow, had drifted off over the horizon and left the lands in peace and subtle warmth for the night. Warm compared to the past few days, anyway. The stars glittered above, in the blue-black haze of the night, like a trail toward her destination.

Sésuga was making her way quietly toward the great rift in the earth. Her docked tail twitched in the night, moonlight flickering off of her pelt. She walked with no purpose, no destination, just walking to walk. This time of year was a time for planning. There was no foliage growing, just the slumbering stalks and branches remained. Spring would come soon enough.

The creature's green eyes scanned the horizon lazily. She had a whole night ahead of her, time to come upon a number of things. She didn't expect what she was faced with next, though. Out of the horizon sprouted two pillars. They rose slowly, matching her pace, blossoming into the moonlight. She hadn't seen them before, hadn't made anything of them at least, and now here she was. A chain and shackle hung limply, lifelessly, from either of the pillars. The femme cocked her head to the side, green eyes looking both pillars up and down. She knew what had happened here, as much as she didn't like to think about it.

She slowly trotted up to them, scenting the wind and checking for other creatures. There didn't appear to be any around at that time. Quietly and sadly, she rose onto her hind legs, her handlike paws gently running over the smooth surface of the right pillar, her large ears flattening to the sides of her neck. She closed her eyes, searching the past of the pillar. She saw the creatures that these pillars helped to kill. She felt the tortured blood splatter her pelt and she felt sorrow prick her soul. All of the pain that these creatures felt was transferred into this stone pillar.

"Hush children.." She murmured, her eyes opening as she let her front paws hit the ground again. She shook her head slowly, her eyes closing. She felt unrest, knowing that the blood that pulsed in her veins had relations to the creatures that caused this much pain to one of their kin. She sat between the pillars and stared at the sky for a long time, unaware of what time passed, or what eyes could be watching.

[jairel]

A lithe figure moved in the distance, her dark coloration blending with the shadows of the night. It was bitterly cold, during these winter months. Anyone in their right mind would be cozied up in their den, or fast asleep on a soft pillow inside the palace. However, the work of a sicarius involved long hours, no matter the weather. She had no idea how much it would take when she accepted the Emperor's offer.

The wind suddenly picked up and the scent of a stranger crossed the path of Jiraa's nose. It wasn't often she came across unknown wolves on her patrols, so this was something that needed investigating. She could tell from the wolf's scent that they were no member of Giaku. She began to run across the canyon floor, careful to avoid rocks and other obstacles as she reached full speed.

She slowed her pace when a monument began to rise in the distance. Two pillars, with a lone figure sitting between them, watching the stars. She started to walk, coming up behind the unknown wolf, whose scent she could now distinguish as female and whose form she recognized as another zimbar...but larger she, with unusual quills sticking out from the back of her neck. Jiraa paused for a moment and watched the black fae with a hint of curiosity. She cleared her throat and spoke out to her.

"I hope you realize you are trespassing, miss." Her tone was subtle, with no hint of hostility. She was more curious than anything else, if not a tad bored, and she was not in the mood for a fight tonight.[/color]

[Le Mad]

If you'd looked at her from far away, you might have thought Sésuga's form between the pillars would have been eerie, and almost subtly scary. Her ears twitched, the sound of someone approaching registering to her. Her pink nostrils flared, glistening in the starlight. She waited, her head turning lightly to listen better to the other beast. She heard the footfalls stop, and a voice call out, bringing her trespassing to her own attention. Her tail twitched and she let out a slight sigh.

The great black beast stood, stretching her limbs. She let her bright green eyes come to rest on the form of the smaller wolf, the plates on her neck glistening in the starlight. The three electric purple quills on the back of her neck reflected the starlight onto her horns, causing them to have streaks of purple and white across their surfaces. This also helped to highlight that, true to her Zimbar heritage, her horns were massive.

Sésuga looked at Jiraa, her nostrils flaring. She couldn't help but chuckle, leading up to when she spoke. "Everyone's a trespasser, nowadays." She let another longer sigh escape her lips before she threw her head back to look up at the sky. "How I wish that we could stop this bloody feuding." She shook her head she said the words. She looked back at the pillars. "Maybe then we could find some peace within ourselves and others." She finished, frowning now.

"I should be going then, correct?" She spoke warmly, smiling at the scout. She turned, her joints popping, and began to shuffle away, her stub of a tail twitching. The smile remained on her face as she walked slowly away from the other creature, into the night as dark as her pelt.

[jairel]

Jiraa eyed the female curiously, wary of the quills on her back that shone in the moonlight. She tossed her head a bit, her dark blue horns blending with the night. Her own weapons were extremely large, shaped like a ram’s and extending past her lower jaw-and still growing. She wondered what exactly this other female was mixed with, for her size was indeed formidable looking to Jiraa, at least for any zimbar to be, and the quills were definitely odd. Despite her appearance, Jiraa managed to pick up that she was a peaceful creature.

“I do not mean to offend you, if I have, but you are technically trespassing. You are not familiar around here, but yet your scent is not of Shinkou or Akeru. As far as I am concerned, you could just be a loner seeking a home in our lands.”

Jiraa’s bobbed tail wagged slowly, as much as it could, but she remained cautious and alert. At the female’s comment on the never-ending war between Giaku and those disgraceful allied packs and the prospect of peace, she couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Those filthy dogs are to blame. We know how to stay within our borders. They, on the other hand, invaded our lands and caused a war.” Our nose scrunched up in disgust, and she did not hide it. She’d lived in Giaku her entire life, and it was relatively peaceful until a few days ago.

She had come home to a place devastated by war. Her emperor and empress had both been harmed in the fray, and many lives were lost. She had been out on a mission, far from her home and hadn’t been able to take part. And that made her angrier. Jiraa, proud and protective as she was, could not defend her family or her empire. What kind of sicarius was she? She was disgusted with herself, that was certain. She shook her head, and looked up when the fae announced her departure and turned to leave.

“Wait. I did not catch your name miss, or your true purpose for being here. Please grant me that. Besides, it’s late and getting colder, it would be best for you to find yourself a den and wait until morning.” She was being extremely lenient, maybe even nice, to offer the rogue a place to stay on their lands. Maybe it was her lack of company and sleep lately that was clouding her judgement. Boy, she needed a vacation.[/color]

[Le Mad]

As she walked away, she let the insults toward the other packs roll off her back. It was to be expected from Giaku to be angry, though she didn't approve of the insults. Such a negative mindset this Zimbar had. She had fully anticipated her relative to speak to her as she walked away, as if she was waiting for it. An almost smug smile crossed her black lips as she stopped, turning her head to look at Jiraa. She listened intently as the femme spoke, inquiring her own name and purpose, and suggesting that she find a den.

"I have no purpose, no reason to be here, scout." She spoke gently, continuing, "I was just paying respects to the deceased. I do not fear the cold, it does not bother me. And if I sleep through the night, who knows what wonders I might miss! My name is Sésuga, Scout. Might I ask of yours as well?" She grinned. Sésuga was a noctournal creature, sleeping during the day and wandering the lands of Shinkou at night. Her dark fur made it easy to slip under the noses of creatures as they slept.

It was then that the larger femme turned, strolling slowly over to the pack wolf. She picked a spot just a few feet from her and plopped her rump down. Her thoughts began to wander, until she realized something.

"If you wish to go back to your den, that is alright. As you said, it is getting late.

[Sanka]

Whoever that fae was she had saved Sankas tail. He too had been roaming these lands and was even in the act of hunting when her scent interrupted him. Sanka was used to roaming wherever he wanted, not the life of these pack wolves who had territories, and strict consequences for those who stepped into them. Even he was sent to patrol the Akatsukis land when he first arrived.

He watched as the two greeted each other with no hostility at all. He wasn't sure of what packland he was in now as he hadn't been in contact with many other pack wolves, but whoever they were they seemed peaceful enough. His dark coat blended well in the night so even when he stood up from behind the rubble of was was probably once a large rock face. Having no natural scent of his own Sanka doubted that they would be able to scent him from where he was, so, warily, he walked towards them not being careful of making noise.

As he got closer he noticed the fae who would've saved his life if this pack wolf were more violent. Although odd she was certainly beautiful unlike anything Sanka had ever had the pleasure of setting eyes upon. Sanka, being his normal battle-loving self noticed her horns. They worried him since he was a fan of hand-to-hand combat and getting close to her with those things wouldn't be easy to say the least. But since he didn't plan on fighting anyone, especially not her, he didn't bother to devise a way around them.[/size][/font][/b]