never discuss love with a tennis player..[aw/isis]

[viggo]

The clouds moved lazily through the sky, dragging, as if the wind weren't blowing. It was these times Viggo felt most alive, most in touch with himself and the world. Of course, it was because he could feel the electricity of the storm, he could tell when conditions were favorable. He even found himself sometimes playing the dangerous game of "Wolf lightning rod" when he wanted to seem dangerous. Or if he wanted to fake his death.

It was a very handy thing knowing when and where lightning would strike. More than once it had saved his tawny ass during a fight. And more than once he had escaped a crazy he had jilted by boning and going.

Today found him stalking mice and other small prey in the fields. Viggo had been hoping to stalk a fey today, or at least strike up some acquaintances and assess the quality of females in the area. He had to ensure the scents were correct. From what he had smelled, there was a fair number in the area, and few if any seemed paired to a male. Not that mates mattered to him. He wasn't into the whole "monogamy" thing, and he didn't feel like anyone else should be.

Honestly though, he just wished he were the last male on earth. Keen ears caught a squeak nearby. If only there was more electricity, and if only his element worked to give him even more of an advantage. As of now, he hadn't been able to control the lightning enough to zap anything with it. Perhaps he was just doing it wrong, who knows? But, he did know that he was slightly faster than the average wolf due to it, and he would use this to catch the rabbit he had just heard.

Crouching, he edged nearer to the sound. Nares inhaled silently, savoring the taste of his soon to be meal. His muscles tensed as he got within springing range.

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[iSiS ~]

The air was slightly misty -- of course, the air always contained some form of water, but it made Isis' job much easier if it was misty outside, or even rainy. She liked the rain -- being a water element and all made everything feel much nicer when it was wet outside. Normally a wolf would hate that kind of weather, but...to her, it felt refreshing.

She yawned and stretched a little, cracking her neck in a slightly obnoxious manner before she padded away, on a hunt for some food. She caught whiff of a rabbit nearby, but she didn't really bother going after it. Rabbits were just too fast for her -- if she didn't catch the little suckers off guard, then she had no chance. Besides, as she looked, there seemed to be another wolf that was ready for the kill. He was crouched, just ready to pounce, and she stayed perfectly still. She respected hunting wolves -- she wouldn't want anyone all up in her business when she was hunting for food. She examined him a little -- he was definitely male, the husky scent that hit her nostrils as soon as she caught sight of him. He was handsome, but, of course, she wasn't into the whole "male" thing. Females were much more appealing to her -- they were smarter, from what she's seen of most males anyway.

She took a deep breath and suddenly shot a harsh jet of water from her mouth at the rabbit. It was hit instantly, merely because the water was too fast for it to avoid. It flew over towards the direction of the male, and she shook her sky blue fur a little before shooting him a smirk. "Sorry, thought it might be easier for me to kill it for you," she chided before sitting down again and giving herself a much needed scratch behind her ear. "That was to help, I don't want it," she added, just to make things clear.

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[viggo]

Viggo felt his muscles tensing, ready to release all the potential energy in the form of kinetic, when all of a sudden... the rabbit was dead? A flash of shimmering blue had flown past him and smote the rodent.

Startled, he jumped from his position and turned towards the direction of the wet projectile. Static sparked at the edges of his fur, dampened slightly by the mist that had begun to fill the air around him. Yuck... nothing worse than being drenched. Nares and oculars took in his guest. Female!

Immediately, his demeanor began to shift. While he remained all "big and bad" he tried to look muscular and brave as well. Viggo hurried to change the type of reaction from that of fear to that of possibly territorality.

"Thanks." He wasn't sure how to respond to her words. Her tone was flat, and he was unsure just how laced the words were with sarcasm. She seemed sincere enough. The tenseness of his body eased and he drew himself into a more mature, but still masculine pose. "You're more than welcome to some of the kill... seeing as how you were the true victor over the rabbit." Viggo smiled handsomely. "I'm Viggo, by the way. And you are?"

She had smirked at him. Rule #72: Smirk = flirt. Well, in most cases. Sometimes smirks = disaster. Or crazy. Or childish. Of course, Huld had been working on his childishness, and seeing as he was now the equivalent of a 19 or 20 year old human... he hadn't necessarily improved. He had only corralled the childishness. Now was one of those times where restraint and his ability to use that thing called "self-control" came in handy. Thank goodness he had found some of that recently.

Now how to woo her?

[iSiS ~]

Isis stared at the male, her head tilted to the side in slight questioning. She smirked again a bit -- he seemed arrogant. Maybe he'd fall on his ass when he walked over to her...she almost laughed loudly at the thought, but it came out as a mere rumble. He was in the way of the blast and soaked to the bone -- she could tell that he was electric based on the static that was coming from his coat. That fit his personality so far, from her preconceived notions of males and their arrogance.

Her lip curled when the male suddenly tried to look as badass as he possibly could. It wasn't working for her, of course, but it was probably a good thing to do to females who could actually care. She idly scratched at her ear again, getting slightly annoyed with the fleas that had probably infested her coat when she didn't know. Her blue fur glistened in the sunlight and the shine moved as her body did. She raised an eyebrow at his comments. "Seriously, I'm not hungry," she said, swishing her tail at him in a slightly dismissive manner."Besides, rabbits don't taste all that great. Birds are much better." Weird taste, even for a wolf. But, she was always a stand out kind of girl, so...

"Isis..." she said, slightly cautiously, before standing up from her lying position and shaking some debris from her fur. She flickered her tail and looked back to him, noticing that he had some sort of determined look to him. She frowned a bit. What was he trying to pull, here? She cautiously took a step forward, her defenses now up. Was he going to want to attack her or something? Because she'd be ready for it...but it didn't seem like it, there was something else that he was wanting...maybe sex. That'd make sense...he was a male, after all.

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[viggo]

"Isis... what a beautiful name... but not have as gorgeous as you." So far, his work was falling flat. The fey was still rather cold and standoffish, despite his attempts to simply speak to her, offer her food, and learn her name. Usually by now they were at least batting their eyelashes or standing more relaxed. Hell, even the hard cases weren't so uninterested; they at least wanted to see what he had to offer even if they didn't want to bite.

"Bird? Can't say I've ever tried it. How do you catch it? Are you patient enough to stalk it on the ground?" Judging from the blast with which she smote the rabbit, he assumed she would use the same tactic and shoot it out of the sky. Viggo made a mental note to attempt this with his lightning know that he knew it was possible. His pack had been old school, and he had only learned to hunt traditionally, not elementally.

His mind sought swiftly for a poem on birds.... not much there. As a pup he listened intently to the bards of his pack, as well as any he had encountered thus far. Viggo's mind was a steel trap when it came to stories and rhymes. Often times it was this gift that had won him the attention of his intended... or, if she had one, her friend.

Viggo calmed his static coat, and shook himself slightly to rid himself of her excess water spray that still clung to him. He took care to shake as little as possible towards Isis. No poem from his memory seemed to cover the majesty of a bird just right. Plus, Huld mused, she didn't seem the type to be won over by som mushy sweet poem. More likely than not, she would then see him as gay. Aimlessly, he began quoting a funny quip he had once heard.

Birdie,birdie
in the sky,
don't go dirty
in my eye.

Some say it will
bring luck to me,
but what is luck
if i can'not see.

I don't need
that disgusting doo,
sticking to me
like super glue.

*Poem: www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=116405