Icewolf Returns

[Monkey Monk]

Slowly as the small animals chirped and squeeked and squacked their songs of life a lone being pushed onwards up a hill. White fur covered the entire toned frame of a lithe masculine. Icey eyes gazed around slowly as heavy paws drudged this creature forth. His white fur is tinted with a light blue, giving the being's entire form a sort of ice-like look. Set deep into his right foreleg gleams a golden mark. This unholy tatoo deplicts a serpeant curled around a sinister dagger. Finally the menial task of scaling the hill is accomplished by the wolven. He stand proud and tall, looking over the terrain. To any experienced eye a blotch of red missed within the white pelt could be seen. After a few moments of standing tall, the wolven's knees buckle and he is sent tumbling down the front of the hill. His energy to return finally exhausted.

[Relairah]

Soft, white paws trotted warily along, a path trailing behind her only that of which she was making. A large rabbit hung loosely from her lips, her chest moving in and out quickly with her short, panting breaths. Her tail hung limply, her body not seeming strong enought to carry it. Her ears were up, listening for any sounds. It could be seen, that she was well fed and well built, but it was also evident that this was her first meal in a while. For she growled at every small noise that would come about.

Suddenly, a small sound of running water could be hears, and there came into view a small river. Then, as if she were now releasing her true strength, she tore off at a run. Her paws ran with ease, taking long and graceful strides, making the grass, or what was left of it bending before her. She sighed, and began pacing back and forth. Then, as if making up her mind, she dove in, swimming frantically and struggling to keep her head up against the current.

She was now almost there and she felt she could not last another moment. It was then she felt the soft feelign of sand beneath her paws. She was relieved, but experience told her not to relaxe quite yet. She continued pawing and clawing until she reached the shore on the other side. She groaned, and the rabbit fell from her loose jaws. She dragged it and herself high enough on shore not to be carried away, and lay down to rest. A darkness swept over her and her lids slowly closed. Her body fainted to dreamland and she fell to a deep sleep. The rabbit was tucked neatly under her leg, as if she guarded even in low energy and her mind was far away.

((sorry if I did anything wrong I couldn't proofread it would take too much time.))

[Monkey Monk]

After what seemed and eternity, the fast breathing of the creature whom had fallen down the hill slowed. With a slow grunt he began to rise to his heavy paws. Still that blood leaked from the unseen wound on his chest. No whine or gasp or any signature of pain resounded from this wolven. Pain was something he had learned to overcome long ago. That had been necessary for him to live. Even when his son and first mate had been killed he had felt only brief pain. Yet that brief pain had been so great, maybe that was why this masculine stayed away from relationships. Or maybe he thought that somehow his first mate had lived. Yet that was impossible, he had seen her body with his own two eyes. It did not matter anymore though. He had avenged them and their souls could rest in peace in Vahalla. The wolven took a moment to check his wound before deciding he needed to get it clean. If his senses served him right there was a small river near by. With that, this warrior of rightousness began his new trek. His paws fell heavily and slowly, strong legs supporting his weight with each step. Each step that brought him closer to water.

[Relairah]

Small slits were seen in the face of the wolfess. Her body was still weak, and she barely could move. She reached down and propped herself up, to eat the rabbit before again lying down and falling asleep. This time, though, she slept lightly, so as to listen for the approach of anyone else.

[Monkey Monk]

After what seemed an eternity for this being the sight of water finally reached his orbs. As this white furred being padded from the foliage to the bank of the river his orbs seemed a bit glazed. Hundred of miles he had traveled to return to his friends and now his energy was nearly gone. Tunnel vision kept him from noticing anything but his goal, that cool, sweet water. Slowly the masculine padded into an eddy, the cool water already washing blood from his pelt. After a few moments of standing within the cold, swirling waters this being made back to the more shallow area. Upon reaching there he eased his body onto it's side. That cool water slowly washed at his sinewy figure. Finally the warrior could rest.

[Warlock]

The scent of blood filled the hellhoundess's nostrils, and she padded slowly forward to the river. She was an ominous looking creature, her ebony pelage broken by numerous scars on her chest, muzzle, and flanks. Dark crimson orbs, almost black, observed the mascu almost curiously.

[Monkey Monk]

The resting warrior seemed unaware that another was nearby. His icey blue eyes were closed as his chest rose and fell with each breath. Slowly those cool water washed over him as he lay in the shallows of the river. The sunlight shone brightly off the gold mark set into his right foreleg. Whilst the other studied him, this lithe creature remained in a half sleep. Silently he relived old memories.

[Warlock]

She moved closer, still staring intently at him. "You alright?" she asked in a harsh voice.

[Monkey Monk]

At the sudden vocalization the warrior sprang up. Water flew into the air as he stood, calf deep, in the cool waters of the river. His chest heaved with raspy breaths yet he stood tense, like a coil of spring steel, ready to lunge if needed. THose icey orbs looked over the femme set before this creature.

[Warlock]

She yawned widely, as if bored. "Relax," she said calmly. "I have absolutely no intention of harming you." Under her breath, she muttered "At the moment, that is..."

[Monkey Monk]

This tense wolven slowly turned his head to one side. That single fierce eye look at the female, trying to keep her in focus. Slowly blood dripped from the wet, white pelt of the warrior. Yet he would not allow himself to rest until he was positive it was safe. Loosing one's footing around a possible threat never ended well.

[Warlock]

"You're hurt," she observed calmly, her laconic expression never changing. "Badly. What in the Nine Hells happened to you?"

[Monkey Monk]

For a moment he broke his gaze from the other to look down at his wounds. Blood painted his whole side, no wonder he felt so light headed. Quickly his orbs flitted back up to watch the other. After a few moments his cool, calm voice rumbles deep in his chest. His vocals are raspy but strong. "I..I don't remember what it was exactly."

[Warlock]

She blinked slowly, wrinkling her heavily scarred muzzle. "You might want to put something on your wounds to stop them bleeding," she suggested.

[Monkey Monk]

The warrior furrowed his brow as he processed the vocals that met his ears. Slowly he nodded his heavy head. "But what? And more importantly how?" The wound was mostly just behind his left foreleg, a spot he couldn't reach easily.