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[Monkey Monk]

The sun shone brightly over the western american plains. The few wild buffalo left roamed across the grasslands, eating the food that kept them so nourished. Two young wolven, maybe yearlings, ran through the tall grasses giggling and laughing in glee. One was a male and the other a female. Suddenly the female tumbled down a hill and landed on her back. Quickly the young mascu ran to his friend and licked her cheek. They both knew they loved each other even though they never voiced it and were so young. Yet for them they didn't need to voice it. Life for them was perfect.

Yet suddenly the sunny evening turned into a hellish nightmare. There was the sound of far off human vehicles approaching the buffalo heard. The two wolvens looked at each other with deep fear, knowing was coming. Poachers. Suddenly one of those vehicles zoomed over the small gully in which the pups were in. Maybe if they had been older and wiser they would have stayed put. Yet now all their young minds wanted was to be in the safety of their parents company. And it was so that the two ran.

The male did not know exactly how it happened. Yet after a few moments of running, the vehicles zipping by so close, a yelp reached his ears. Quickly he dashed between those vile human machines until he saw what broke his heart. There on the ground was the lifeless form of his love. Her small body crushed by the tires of human creation. All the pain, all the anger welled up inside him until suddenly there was a violent burst of flame. Fires engulfed the entire form of this little wolven, catching the humans' attention. When they saw that racing demon coming on them, their quest was quickly forgotten. With their machines they out ran that blazing creature, it not being long until he collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. The flames disapeared. Well, in all but two places. His growing wings and tail were now engulfed in fires. The pain was immense. But not as hurtful at knowing that his only love was dead.

Suddenly there was a loud yip resonated from a small cave within the packlands. A grown version of the pup being awoken from his futile attempt at sleep. That pelt of black flecked with an organgish red covered a lean body. Starvation made the lower ribs of this creature stick out. Those flame encrusted wings were folded at his side, his tail hung low. Even though the flames could not catch anywhere else and would only bring a warm feeling to others, this creature lived with the curse every day. Every moment of his life since that day was filled with the burning pain the flames brought. Yet he had learned to live with it. Many times he had tried to put the fires out by jumping into water. Yet all the nightmaric flames would do is climb up his body and even into his mouth and ears and eyes. That was the main reason why this creature despised water. Yet every evil has it's good. The flames seemed to keep a constant pleasant temperature around this wolven. On scorching days he would be cool and on frozen nights he was warm. With a sigh this tormented mascu rose to heavy paws. After shaking his body he walked from his home and into the forest.

[Relairah]

Another form moved easily along in the air, his pelt that of a red-orange hue and his eyes gold in color. His wings were large and outstretched, making him glide. He flew low over the plain, high enough to avoid rocks and such. He put his nose to the air, and sniffed, strong scents filling his lungs.

Swooping around, he thought he saw a flicker catch his eye. His first reaction was to think something on fire, and so, he headed in that direction quickly. But, on reaching a nearer area, it was to reach his eyes that it was not as he expected, but merely another wolf, one with the spirit of fire. He smiled at this, relieved he had to admit he was, and began to softly land. His paws hit the ground with ease and his wings flapped, slowing their beat until they easily rested and folded over his back.

He looked at the other. "Greetings, I am Kaen, who might thou be, and how might thou be doing?" he asked boldly but kindly. His large eyes took in every detail of the other, his head nodding. He looked about the age of twenty-seven in a human's counting, and his eyes showed he held great wisdom. Though, he was merely new to this land, and so he would submit to anyone he saw that had been their longer.

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[Monkey Monk]

It was long before the other showed up that this tormented soul knew of their coming arival. When they finally appeared he continued his near futile hunt for substanence. As those words reached his ears a sigh escaped the mascu. He paused for a moment, his head low, before he turned about to face the other. When he spoke his voice was fiery and showed the years of torture he had endured. "Look. You should go find another to converse with. I am not the best friend..."

[Relairah]

Kaen half ignored the other's tone and words, and again replied gently. "I am sorry, if you have been offended." said he, "But, I was not seeking anything particular. If you don't feel like talking, that's fine, but I do hope you wouldn't mind me acompanying you. I am new to these lands," he said, slowly taking a few steps closer, though not in fear, but in caution.

[Monkey Monk]

As the other mascu aproached, the one set afire stepped away. His eyes narrowed before he continued his trek. "Do as you wish. Just stay away from me. I do not want you to be harmed." Those flames that made up his wings and tail burned brightly.

[Relairah]

Kaen could see quite well that this other wolf was probably tortured, but he shook his head. "Don't worry about me, I'm sure I'll be fine," he said reasuringly. He sighed, something about this other wolf troubled him, though he couldn't put his paw on it. He wanted to find out, perhaps he could help. But, then again, perhaps it were better to leave the poor wolf alone. He looked at him questioningly as he followed along, thoughts wirling about in his head.

[Monkey Monk]

That being kept upon his invisible track. His senses kept him from the thing he despised most, water. For a moment he paused before continuing in a new direction.

[Relairah]

Kaen sensed the water, looking at the other curiously. He shrugged and trotted towards the water. He reached it after not long, and drank thirstily. When he finished, he raised his head and then used his nose to again find the younger.

Trotting up alongside him, but not to close, he looked at him. He watched him for a moment, and then eyed him. "Uh, would you mind if I asked for your name, seeing as I wouldn't have to just say 'Hello,' or something?" he asked kindly.

[Monkey Monk]

Those fiery red eyes of the mascu darted over to the companion nearby. When his inquery reached those pointed ears a sigh escaped those blackened lips. After licking his chops in thought the being finally spoke. "My name is Infernus Firemane."

[Relairah]

Kaen nodded, looking around at the terra. 'It certainly fits him,' he thought. "So, do you have anything you were meaning to do?" he asked, not wanting to get in his way if he did.

[Monkey Monk]

An exhasperated sigh escaped the male before he paused in his travelling. "I was acually going to go and find some food and be alone if you don't mind." Maybe another day he would have been more polite. But at the moment he just wanted to be alone.

[Relairah]

Kaen nodded, still in a kind voice. "Very well, I suppose I will see you around then." he said. He looked up towards the sky, and then broke to a faster pace, going ahead. As he went, he spread his wings, pushing off and breaking into a glide. With that, he flapped his wings, heading into the air, and soon vanishing from sight.

[Monkey Monk]

The creature meerely kept up his normal pace. Those toned muscles of his rippled with each step. His blazing tail flicked slowly behind him.

[Relairah]

Two blood red orbs watched from the shadows, the only things showing this dark creature. He was rather thin, as he had not eaten in a while. His long, thick black fur rippled about. His tail hung behind him as if it didn't exist, and his huge raven's wings were folded along his back, one over the other. His ears were perked upwards on his large round head, his long, muscle thick maw, pointing in the direction of the one he spied upon from his hiding place among the shadows. Though he was thin, his thighs and limbs bulged with muscle, as did most of his body. His neck was medium, though looked rather short, as it too, was bulged with muscle.

He made not a sound, as his eyes watched the other. He groaned silently, and mummbled in his thoughts. Oh how hungry he was, and he saw the other as merely prey. His long crimson tongue now beginning to lull from his mouth, begging for the other's taste against his fangs, and the other's warm blood running down his pleading throat. His claws began to reveil, stainded dark crimson with the mix of their natural blackness and the blood of other prey he had found in the past. As he watched he only had one desire, that being food.

He wanted to attack then, knowing he would be unexpected, but he saw this not as the right time. He would wait, wait a little longer. When the time came, he would make his move. Perhaps he would pounce, or perhaps fly and dive upon him. He didn't know, quite yet, only that he was following, staying hidden by shadow, waiting to eat his prey. Though as he watched he noticed that they would soon leave the forest they were in now, and he would then have no cover. He sighed, for then the moon would beam upon him, its rays of silvery light. He would have to move quickly.

[Monkey Monk]

The fur on the back of the male's neck bristled, a natural warning to danger. The air was filled with the electric sparks that this wolven had learned to be the advent to attacks. So it was with his senses that he concluded he was not alone. Yet the mascu kept this knowledge hidden. He simply continued on his path, making a slight adjustment in the course so that he would be on open land sooner.