'Lo to those whom fool with being

[Monkey Monk]

A way's away from the initial packlands, past the dry grasslands and past the dried up riverbed, stood a lone shack. The walls were rotting as was the whole structure. A pile of wood was stacked beside the house, the loyal supply of fuel for the fire inside. Inside the house was a homely attitude. With fox and coyote furs on the floor, a bed of downy feathers covered with a bear skin, and a well worn coat before the fireplace. That coat looked to be the place to where a dog of some sort would have stayed. Yet the layer of dust told it had been a while since it's occupent had been there. Perhaps the one thing that was in the shack that did not belong was a metal claw. This claw layed on a table. A gift from an old friend whom could never return.

Outside of the house stood a human. He seemed to be in his late twenties or early thirties. His clothing attire consisted of a simple pair of torn pants. The flesh that covered his muscles was tanned from days of hard work under the blazing sun. All over his body there was scars. But the most curious pattern of scars was on his back. A pattern that had been done by his once fellow man. A pattern that to any who knew what it showed had happened, would also revealed this man was not all he seemed to be. Black hair was cut low over his scalp and a well kept beard clung to his chin. The human seemed to be gazing off with his red flecked eyes. His gaze lay upon the not so distant dieing lands.

Never before had he traveled to those lands. His friend, his other half in a sense, had told him not to go there. That he would be killed in an instant by the powerful alphas, the vicious pack members, and even the loners. Humans were greatly hated there, or so he had been told. A small snort and smirk formed from the human as he stretched. Then again he wasn't entirely human.

Quickly he went into his house. He grabbed that claw quickly and looked it over. The claw had been fitted to a stout pole. Mostly this was used as a walking stick, yet also it had been used to cut down many foes. Absently he grabbed his already packed bag of deerskin, filled with what little supplies he had left. The man paused for a moment to think over what he was doing. A sigh and a shrug were the next things to come from him. Why not? Already he was exiled from his natural species. Why shouldn't he try and befriend the other? It was better to die than to live alone in his shack.

He walked slowly out of his home and turned about. For a moment he gazed at that building in which he had lived for a little while. His mind remembered when he had met his other half. Back in that research facility. Back where his once fellow men fooled with his genetic makeup, trying to make the perfect warrior. He remembered how he had escaped, then returned to free his other half. For some reason he could always tell where that wolf was. He had watched as the mascu killed then ran and then defended. This man knew that mascu better then perhaps it's own mate. Because well, he was that mascu, in a sense.

[Itena]

A shadow formed in the bushes, eyes as gold as a wolf's, for they were of one. His pelt dark grey with wings of black leather, and tail completly black. His eyes narrowed at the sight of a human, but a familiar scent filled him, his eyes widened in suprise and disbelief, and it was coming from the human. His ears perked , it was all he could do to stop him from howling.

//But he's, he's a human, not a mascu,not a-a wolf!//

His limbs shaked in confusion.

//It's impossible, it can't be!//

[Monkey Monk]

That man kept walking towards the packlands. It wasn't long until he stepped into the forest. His acute sense of scent told him he was not alone, yet he still walked. The butt of the pole pushed into the earth, helping to power him forth slightly. Even as he walked to what could very well be his death all this creature could do was smile. If things did go well then he would have a new home, new friends. Yet if things did not go well then he would be dead and finally at peace. Oh what was the phrase for this sort of thing? Ah yes. A win, win situation.

[Itena]

he shook his head, but the strange scent was still there.

//It can't be....can it?//

His eyes narrowed as he saw the stick.

//Scent or no scent, it's a human, and I must be cautious.//

A slight small snarl escaped from him. This unnatural scent made the mascu nervous.

[Monkey Monk]

The man paused for a moment to sniff an oncoming wind. His behavor was very similar to a normal wolven. Slowly he began his trek again. Tap thunk thunk. Tap thunk thunk. That was what could be heard around this being. His walking prop falling to the ground followed by his steps. The deadly sharp claw fixed to the pole gleamed in the light. There was no intention to use that claw as a weapon today.

[Relairah]

A young girl, or rather a maiden, neither tan nor fair, but rather a darker shade of peach, looked from afar. Her long, thick, dark brown hair, flowed to her right, a few whisps under her chin and across her neck and a few others across her face. Her blue eyes gazed curiously as she watched. The bottom of a long, light blue dress rippled about, sending rinkles that appeared and died as if it were a small waving flag. A long silver sash tied about her waist was becoming loose. She appeared to be about the age of fifteen. She watched with curiosity at the man that walked foward.

She said nothing, but moved closer, not blending in with her surroundings, but merely keeping quiet. Her bare feet were hardly cold as she tredded along, not even making a sound as she tredded over the leaves and pineneedles beneath her feet. She hid behind trees and gazed, wondering what he was up to. She did not live in these lands, no, but she and her family lived near to that land, and she did often visit to watch the wolves and other creatures that played about. She found it odd to see a man here, and so she watched intently.

[Itena]

the shadow in the bushes, sniffed and smelled no feeling of the hunt in this human. He watched curiously as the human sniffed as he did.

//What-what is this creature that I see?//

[Monkey Monk]

The man of sorts stopped and leaned against a tree. Slowly he ran a hand through his short hair. "Come on my old friend. Where are you." Fear was laced in his voice. Even though he looked to be of older years he has only truly lived for a short time. Never before had he been to these strange lands. Even though death was not something he feared pain was. Maybe this hadn't been the best idea. Oh well. No going back now.

[Itena]

The wolf snarled, he was found, but the voice seemed to beckoning him. He padded cautiously to the creature, snarling.

//What...what do you want from me?//

He knew the human probably couldn't understand, but he was to shocked and overwhelmed to care.

[Relairah]

She watched from behind the tree, her head the only thing that showed her existence. She gazed at him wondrously, her eyes examining him as they ran from his head to his boots. She caught his words and furrowed her brows in thought. She could tell he was afraid, for she had come to visit these lands before going home since she was of only age five. She had learned well many things in her visits, and had even made friends. She shook her head, his words ringing through her ears. 'Old friend?' she asked herself.

She tossed her head, sending all her hair behind her and drapping along her back. She whispered gently as if her voice were merely a small breeze, drifting by. "Greetings stranger, what brings you here?" Even her whisper was of volume enough to reach his ears.

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[Monkey Monk]

The man looked at the wolf for a moment and tilted his head slightly. He crouched down and looked at the mascu. "You are not my friend. I do not desire anything from you either. I am just looking for a home...for companionship."

Suddenly he looked up as a human-like voice reached his ears. Quickly he jumped up and grabed his weapon. He swung it forth to get into a defensive position, the sharp claw cutting a branch above him. "Human...let me guess. You are he to capture me an.." Before he could finish his sentance that earlier slice branch fell down with a crash, falling onto his head. The man was soon an unconcious heap on the ground.

[Relairah]

Kohana looked at him curiously, watching the scene happen. She left her hiding spot, gracefully hurrying to his side. She knelt down, beisde him, pressing her ear to his chest and then nodding to herself, as she heard his steady heart beat. She pushed the branch aside and placed a hand on his chest, the other on his head. "I think he will be fine," she murmered, looking behind her at the wolf.

Her finger tips gently dipped in a pouch at her side, coming out wet with tiny, clear droplets. She sprinkled them over his face gently. "I wonder how bad the damage is," she murmered to herself, still looking over him. "Though, I think I'll stay with him until he recovers consciousness," she said. She sighed, shaking her head. "What was it he was saying?" she asked herself, all the while her voice in a soft whisper.

[Itena]

The scene was all to fast for the wolf. he didn't understand. A short whine escaped his throat. All he could do was go lick the human or wolf thtlay unconcious. He did not know what else to do. A look of confusion was in his eyes.

He saw the femme human. more confusion, he couldn't take it anyore.

[Relairah]

Kohana looked at the wolf, smiling at him. "Don't worry, ok. Can you do me a favor?" she asked him softly, looking at the wolf with kind and caring eyes. She took a small pouch, in which she stretched forth to the wolf. "Will you take this and fill it with water?" she asked him softly, her eyes watching him for a moment before returning to gaze at the man. "I will need it," she murmered, waiting patiently for the wolf to do her favor.

She sighed, for she knew not how much longer the man would be unconscious. She wished that this hadn't happened, but then, does not everyone wish that when something bad happens? She shook her head, gently caring for the man, making sure he would be fine. She constantly tossed her hair behind her shoulders, and sent it dangling around the one side of her head, for a breeze seemed to flow through without stop, sending her hair tossling about.

[Itena]

The wolf knew not why, but this femme human gave hima sense of reassurance, and he did her bidding.

He grabbed the thing the human was holding, and padded towards the river. As he looked back at his reflection in the water he shook his head.

//Fren, what you have seen today...//

As Fren talked to himself, he dipped the object in the water, and padded to the strange scene.