A stranger arrives.

[deardominique]

The air was exhilarating, with it's slightly sharp sting as it passed through the thick champagne-colored pelage of the refined wolf. Strides were taken posthaste, fluid movements preformed with utmost finesse and precision. Pointed ears were held perpendicular atop her canine skull, swivelling subtly to the odd sounds produced by the terrain in which she wandered. The she-wolf was almost threadlike, her bodice so slender that the silhouette of her ribcage was evident at a mere glance. She paused for only a breif moment, to sniff the breeze for another's scent. The shadow of a frown played upon wolven lips as nothing but the aroma of pine and the changing of season reached her. If one were to assume the age of this wolf, it could be inferred that she was rather young. Perhaps only 4 years, give or take. Long legs shifted into a steady velocity once again, proceeding her forwards once more.

Oh, how she longed for the company of another. It had already been two full moons since her last exchange with one of her kin. Having quite a conversational, witty demeanour, it frustrated her having no one to converse with.

Patience and energy wavering from the long excursion to reach these lands, a soft sigh escaped her dainty muzzle. Then, a flash of auric light zipped past her ebony nose in a hurry, captivating her attention. Fine wolven brow was arched inquisitivly, veridian gaze following the small fluorescent beacon. The path chosen by the light was unpredictable and aimless, therefore following it seemed ludacris and downright dumb...Naturally, without a second thought to the matter, the she-wolf was hot on the trail of this ducious beacon of light. Movement's were no longer graceful, but full of abrupt haults, sudden turns, and fleet attempts of nipping, pawing, or methods otherwise made to try and capture the creature.

From a spectators point-of-view, the sight was quite amusing. An eye-catching female, reduced to playing tag with an insect. What was the species comming to?

Finally, success! Beneath petite paw of hers, was a trapped being, a firefly. The hunter reclined to fitted haunches, keeping her gaze locked on her now, faintly glowing paw. A smirk flashed through her warm, emerald eyes which seemed as infinite as the Laccadive Sea. Full, bushy tail whisked steadily beyond her willowy phsyique.

[Monkey Monk]

A smooth voice ran out from the shadows. It's tune would be silky and warm if it had texture. "A new face. And a pleasant one at that." As the last vocals were spoke, their source stepped into the light. It was a mascu, and a curious one at that. His pelt was of the purest of black. A streak of shimmering white tainted the dark pelt, hanging out in one of his bangs. Upon the right foreleg of this creature was a golden star, tatooed into the flesh. And on the left was a second tatoo, this one a ying yang. Black angelic wings were standing slightly out into the air, ready to be put to use if necessary. Perhaps what was most odd about this creature was his calmness. He seemed laid back, at eas. Almost like one who has no fear of death. Purple hued eyes gazed upon the femme, studying her figure. After but a few moments he inclined his head. "Greetings. I am Takai."

[deardominique]

Immedeately shaken from her jovial game of tag with the firefly, dark veridian eyes snapped to the ebony figure of the male who had made himself present. Giving him a quick once over, a fine wolfen brow arched upon elegant countenance. A star of gold? A symbol of balance? Takai.

As he spoke his name, all the slender female could do was nodd thinking about what a splendid first impression she has just given to her ''new home'', by fraternizing with a lowly bug. She thought in her defence, what was I to do? I have yet to meet a soul from the territory, and sometimes boredem simply overpowers common sense. Which is appearing less, and less commonly. Then, remembering her manners,

"Oooh..."

Velveteen voice trailed off, searching for words. Oh my, it's hard to think of something to say after your ego has just been wounded. Pointed ears swivelled towards the ebony wolf, eyes once more studying him. Scrutinizing every feature. Offering a shy smile, she continued,

"Pleasure to make your aquaintance. I'm Elena."

Words were spoken softly, each word holding it's own melodic rhythm and sound. She shifted her weight uneasily, rising from peaked hind quarters, and shooting a timid glance in his direction.

[Monkey Monk]

Takai let loose a soft chuckle. The tune was merry and not cruel. When finally he calmed and shook his pelt, the mascu spoke aloud. "There is no need for formalities. Nice to meet you too Elena."

Slowly the creature looked around the area, as if determining if there were any more of these new wolvens. Yet when he did not sight any he looked back to the femme. Those oddly colored eyes slowly studied her for but a moment. Again his voice broke the silence that would have seemed like hours but in truth was but only moments. "Where do you hail from?"

[deardominique]

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[deardominique]

Taking a few careful steps forwards, the female proceeded forwards in complete silence. Pointed ears were perched assertivly, nonchalantly listening to the new lands., and responding with the occasional swivel or twitch. Threadlike physique was carried in elegance, her cranium held at an appropriate height with casual comfort, but not overwhelming confidence. Full, bushy tail was held at a mid-stance, protraying a sense of curiousity and intrigue, if nothing else. The vague silhouette of her ribcage was still easily notable, it seemed inexplicable how the slender she-wolf could eat like any other healthy pack mate, and still be so svelte.

"I come from a pack of no particular name or origin."

This statement could mean one of two things...

a) Simply the statement is true, and Elena see's no need to disclose the dubbing and status of her previous home and pack because the information seems irrelevant and utterly pointless.

or b) She has no desire to disclose this information, and is therefore creating the illusion that her past is quite insignificant and trvial. The reason for this being, perhaps for thier protection, or her own. Perhaps, there is some big conspiracy, a mystery, that lurks in the past of dear Elena. Or maybe, she has a reputation of sorts from her previous state of living, and wishes to keep it confidential in her new residence.

Either way Elena would prove that she is an inscrutable, and downright intriguing she-wolf,

"And yourself?"

[Monkey Monk]

Takai didn't question her further into her past. He slowly took a tep forth and looked into the eyes of the femme with his own purple gaze.
"I myself was born here. I am the fusion of two different wolvens, they are twins and hate each other. When the good one takes control I take this form, but when the evil side contols I become a blood hungry monster. Yet I think that I will stay in this form for a while."
This mascu had nothing to hide it would seem. He either trusted the femme to all ends or he had no fear. Both were as likely as the other.

[deardominique]

Pointed ears which were peaked with a soft ebony hue, swivelled subtly as she absorbed the information the male had just disclosed. Emerald gaze averted towards the moist loam for only a moment, surveying and analyzing the fact.

"They claim two heads are better then one..."

Silken vocals mused, sculpted brows arching somewhat upon charming facade. The lithe female wolf, of the softest champgane color, shifted her weight laxly,

"Do you agree?"

[Monkey Monk]

The mascu shook his head slowly, shifting his wait to another side. He let loose a low sigh before his vocals rang out into the air. His voice was so soft an warming, the words almost uncomprehensible.
"No I do not. These two heads are always nagging and fighting amongst themselves. Atleast when they are fused it is quiet."
A small smirk formed across his lips as he continued to study the femme modestly. Her form was appeasing to the eye and she seemed to be kind.

[deardominique]

Cranium dipped slightly in acknowledgement. Theories and images ran wildly through her mind. Vivid imagination of hers, running wild with images of good and evil, all tied into one.

"Interesting. So, you expecting the "big bad wolf", anytime soon? Or he arrives un-invited as so many unwanted guests often do."

This of course, was said wryly. Wolfen brow quirking somewhat as a faint chuckle escaped her slender wolfen muzzle. The day was steadily passing by, dusk soon hung in the skies. Brilliant oranges and aurics gave the sky the distinct flavour of not only nightfall, but the approaching season of Autumn.

[Monkey Monk]

The mascu made from two souls looked down at the femme scornfully almost. It was obvious that offense had been taken from her previous words. When he spoke his agitadedness was toxic, leaking from every tune.

"The 'big bad wolf' will not come until the two souls are split again. But I will maintain this form for quite some time, maybe even years."