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ooc: One wolf please. Doesn't matter who, it would be a way to make ties. =]

Often the things that were dangerous, tend to be the most beautiful, or at least that was the thought entering the wolfess's mind as she fell under the shadow of the dormant volcano. It stood gracefully with a foreboding facade, watching over the land as if holding its breath. The entire land around it stood still as if waiting and watching, anticipating the slumbering beast to awaken from its rest and reek havoc. Hardly anything grew around the base of the volcano, only a few sparse trees and tiny blades managed to break through the suffocating soil and reach a dwarfed height. It was pitiful, but still there was a beauty within the scene, if only to be gathered by the mountainous structure.

Perhaps the rusted wolf found this appealing because she saw herself within the slumbering mountain. She was on no account vain, but she was aware of the power that lay dormant within her. Her gift of fire was something not to be taken lightly, same as the lava that bubbled and swirled within the thick walled encampment. The volcano was a testament to nature's power, though suppressed and docile, just as she was the symbol of the Tytanus; the strongest among the wolf tribes. It was true the Tytanus were known for their formidable strength, she had in no way proving this as fact. Just as the volcano held the reputation for being a destructive force, yet there was no way to prove it...only a rumor and a warning.

She found peace under the shadow of such a powerful force and came to rest her weary paws upon the soft ground. Her travels had taken her far from her domain, away from the comfort of her loyal Beta and friend Razoniel. It was not a hastily made decision, and it was a difficult one. It was placing a heavy burden on him for her to leave the care of the territories to only him, though it was an opportunity for him to extend his will. She had faith he would take care of their land in her absence. As for her purpose for this excursion, it was merely to broaden her horizons of the land; to see that the Tytanus territories were not the only one. Perhaps it was to gain a better understanding of the varieties of land, or maybe this was a pilgrimage, an attempt to rally stray wolves and take them under her wing. Her pack was in desperate need to expand, it was becoming clearer as the days wore on, and the struggle to find and take down prey was increasing.

No. No! The female whipped her head with a mighty shake to clear it of the bothersome thoughts. She had come here to clear her head...nothing more. She had only arrived, and to start her thoughts as negative where not going to put her mind at ease. This was the time to take in the surroundings and simply enjoy the scenery. To look upon nature's display and be calmed by it before she was forced to carry out her obligations as a leader. She needed this time. For same as the volcano, too much irritation under the surface would cause her to erupt and swallow everything around her in a river of liquid fire.

And so with a deep, cleansing sigh she released the distressing thoughts for her mind. Slender muzzle extended into the air as she inhaled deeply the clear air of the mountain and again released it with a heaving sigh. Ashen lips raised slightly in a calm smile. Much better. The female walked leisurely around the base of the volcano, seeking a comfortable spot under its gaze. Her eyes fell upon a flat rock protruding from its side and she rushed to claim it. Piston-like limbs charged her body toward it with exhilarating speed, retracting and springing as she lept from on boulder to another until her paws rested upon the smooth stone. Her tail gave a subtle wag of triumph and she circled the stone. Lengthy limbs lowered the tone rusted body to the surface and she curled her from into a half crescent shape. From her knew height, again she sighed looking out onto the land before her with a sense of awe and admiration despite its balding state. She saw a struggle of life against impending death, and it made the scene all the more appealing to her.

[viggo]

Since Viggo had seen that elemental wolves could indeed use their powers as more of an offensive force, he had been practicing with his lightning. Thus far, there hadn't been much success. He had managed during a small storm to strike a doe with an errant lightning bolt... or course, lightning bolts were all very erratic when one thought about it, so he might not have done that after all. Aside from that, he had only succeeded on shooting a few bolts when conditions were favorable, and none had hit their intended targets. Regardless, the night the bolt hit the doe, he feasted well.

Today he was again wandering. Having no pack was having lots of freedom, but it was troublesome in some ways. For instance, he had to hunt ALL of his own food, and he had to protect himself from ALL threats. There was never another wolf watching his back. Also, there was rarely ever someone to talk to when he was alone. Not to mention the sheer boredom of the life of solitude. Oh, and the most important: he had to find the ladies, rather than having them near him. Not that he was looking for pack life; there were too many conditions and males. However, if he were to create the ideal pack, it would be a pack full of beauties that did the work for him, and that he mated with.... ah... that would be the life...

He daydreamed as he walked, enjoying his idea. As he pondered it, it seemed more real, adding sounds and scents into it. It was several paces before he realized he had crossed a real scent of a real female. Hurriedly he turned and headed back to the trail he had crossed. Nares to the ground, he inhaled deeply. Engraving the scent in his memory, he looked around. There was no sign of the fey, but he could tell the direction she went. Viggo used his static to buff up his coat and make himself appear larger. He wasn't a small wolf, but any additional bulk couldn't hurt.

His lightning element adding to his speed, he trotted down the trail, slowing when the aroma began growing much stronger. A copper female was curled on a rock further ahead. Rather than seem to have evil intentions he hulloed ahead.

Hullo ahead.

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[-zynêx-]

She had managed to retain a relaxing state, coupled with a calm composure, she was the ideal image of a peaceful creature, set right within nature's embrace. Her eyes had closed as she heaved a soothing sigh, inhaling once again the clear air. Yet her intake of breath ceased prematurely as a foreign, yet familiar scent wafted to her olfactories. The scent was indeed wolven, and by the more prominent underlying tinge, it was male.

Mention of the sex caused the Alpha to roll her eyes and turn her head away from the scents direction. She wrinkled her nose with disdain, even went so far as to paw at it as if the scent had somehow attached itself to her nostrils. Perfect....her calm was now ruined with distress caused by the intruder. Her gaze remained within her own visual plane, not wanting to give a false impression of interest to the male below. Her olfactories flared with a sharp intake of air then collapsed as twin wispy streams of smoke expelled. If she worked herself up at this rate, there was no telling what would happen. But surely it wouldn't be good.

Of their own accord her ears stood erect at the stranger's howl, then quickly fell against her skull in a vain attempt to block out the unpleasant sound. Was it not apparent she didn't want to be disturbed? Her brows furrowed as eventually her gaze was cast upon the wolf. His stature was appealing indeed, but it was not something she desired at this point in time. Slowly she pulled herself into a seated position with lengthy limbs poised underneath firm shoulders. Her posture was straight and alert, her eyes were trained on the male even though she told herself not to care. Though there was a reason behind this. It was clear that if she wanted her intentions known, it would have to be voiced rather than gestured. Casually, the words slipped past tightly fastened lips, "Can I help you?"

[viggo]

At his approach, the rusty fey raised from her side to a seated position facing him. Her countanence was a unique mixture of disdain, boredom, and hidden interest. Of course, it was this interest that caused Viggo to smile kindly at her. Perhaps she would be a friend?

Lifting his head to more easily look at her, his nares caught scent of a pack clinging to this female. Not only a pack, but Tytanus. That would explain her choice of location at the present moment. He knew from his short period of time that the Tytanus wolves relied on their strength, and what better symbol than a volcano? Not to mention the wisps of smoke that lingered near her head. Appearently she a fire elemental?

Even she seems to be able to send her power outward. Maybe I was a little hasty leaving the pack. Would it be worth joining a pack to learn something so valuable? Is there something wrong with me? Is that why I can't shoot my lightning? Or perhaps its just my power isn't transferable that way...

A question... oh yeah. She had just spoken, asking if he needed help. Resentment and irritation lined the invitation, but there still seemed to be a spark of curiosity lingering on the edges of the words. Viggo hadn't met this female before, and it was more likely than not that she had neither smelled his scent nor heard of him before this chance meeting.

"Well, ma'am, I'm new here, and I stumbled across your scent a little bit back down the trail and thought I would introduce myself. The name is Viggo, Viggo Huld. And you are?"

Since his encounter with the water wolf that he had been unable to get to flirt back with him in the least bit, his confidence was slightly shaken and his mo-jo abashed. Perhaps he had grown too old? The remainder of that evening had been spent examining his reflection in a stream and testing his strengths and weaknesses, trying to find where his attempts had failed him. No answer was apparent.

[-zynêx-]

Stumbled, he had said. He had stumbled on her scent and was intent on following it to the source. There were many scents in the wild to be followed, yet he chose hers over all others to trail and seek is origins. The female raised a skeptical brow, keeping her inner thoughts silenced as she continued to shamelessly scrutinize the male. He wasn't unappealing to look at, but as the moment stood, she harbored no intention of allowing the thought to grow into anything misleading. She was simply stating a fact and nothing more.

Viggo, he said his name was. An odd title to be given, but then her own wasn't exactly in the norm. It seemed odd for a wolf of his disposition to be alone. He wasn't weak or sickly, if anything he appeared the opposite. He was a fitting image of strength and capability and he should have been within a pack to help it prosper. So...what was his reason alone?

Her question would have to wait as he so kindly inquired her name. "My name is Zynex of the Tytanus wolves." She stated her name proudly and even more so with the title given to the pack she governed. It was only after the name was stated that she considered he could be of an enemy pack and accordingly her stature straightened even more than her current stance. Her ears stood erect, her eyes trained on the male below, fixating him with a steely gaze. As she spoke, her words were deathly soft but steady. "I find it difficult to believe that a wolf of your stature be alone. Tell me Viggo...what pack to you hail from?"

[viggo]

"Zynex, it is a pleasure to meet you." Viggo bowed cautiously, still aware he caused some unrest in her. A strong glare was aimmed at him, and he felt his own muscles tense at it. He hadn't done anything to cause unjust alarm, yet here this female seemed to exude the possibility of hatred towards him. Surely his reputation had not proceeded him this far.

I find it difficult to believe that a wolf of your stature be alone. Tell me Viggo...what pack to you hail from? So that was it. Zynex was suspicious of him. It was possible that she even thought he was from a rival pack. From his position as an outside observer, he was unable to see clear rivalries. It was true that individuals within each pack felt animosity towards one another, but no one pack had set out against any of the others.

"I come from no pack, and I have no allegiance to any here. As I said before, I am a new comer to the land of Nevermore."

While she was right to be suspicious of him (he was, however, after his one goal of spreading his seed as far as possible) she didn't need to fear him as a spy or an enemy. If anything Zynex would be more apt to think of him what he was: an unmonogomous wolf that longed only to mate with as many females as possible.

A brief, flitting thought crossed his mind. What if she saw in him potential to join her pack? This had not happened to him many times along the way, and the few instances where it did he had chosen not to join due to the male to female ratio of the group. How would this decision, if posed, come out?

[-zynêx-]

No pack, he said. While she had no reason to be suspicious of his answer, it still wasn't settling. Perhaps it was the way he spoke, that sense of flattery with every word as if he were trying to receive something in return. She had a mind to ask him outright, but there was a better way to subdue her curiosity. Almost lazily she lifted her hind to stand, taking a moment to stretch out her idle hind legs before giving her body a vigorous shake to awaken it. She exhaled another breath of smoke then began her descent down the volcano's face, springing from one rock to the next in fluid formation. She touched the ground soundly then padded lightly over to the male.

Zynex held no regard for personal boundaries. She never needed to save for with Razoniel, but that was for a completely different reason. She cleared the distance between them with purposeful strides until she nearing ran into the male. Immediately she set her olfactory sense to work, searching for any abnormal scents surrounding him. She stalked a tight circle around him keeping her nose trained to his scent, weeding through the overwhelming testosterone for any trace of another wolf. They were faint, but nothing to rouse suspicion. He just reeked of male hormones. Zynex raised a curious brow. He must have just reached the mating age if he was secreting this strong of a scent, or perhaps he simply didn't know how to hide his lust well. For the sake of preventing an uncomfortable conversation, she would silence herself on the matter. "Hm." She huffed as if signaling the end to her inspection then turned from him, pivoting on her right side in such a way to swipe the male across the muzzle with her tail. Call it a slap of satisfaction if you will.

"I suppose I have no choice but to believe you," she spoke within a sigh, her voice taking on a bored tone. "Afterall...what reason would you have to lie to me on our first encounter." She glanced off-shoulder to Viggo, the corner of her lips upturned into a sly smile over sorts. She brought her form around to face him completely, remaining on all fours should she choose to move again. Her eyes once more swept the entirety of his body and her less than innocent smile grew to unnerving proportions. "Tell me, Viggo. What is the extent of your physical attributes?"

[viggo]

His words finished, he watch Zynex rise and stretch. Amber oculars drank in her figure, watching sinews ripple beneath her coppery coat. She was the image of a fit female. Strength and grace was evident from every movement of her body. Viggo watched silently as she jumped from rock to rock, almost rushing at him. Instinctively, he reacted in two ways.

Firstly, he braced himself for an attack. His wiles did not seem to be having much effect on her; in fact, the Tytanus wolf actually acted as though she had an irritated aversion to him. The second reaction was one more familiar. His body sent out a wave of testosterone as the fey rushed him, trying to aid him in winning her. Loins yearned for her as she made her rounds about him. Her nose near him, hearing her sniffing him... drinking in his scent. Viggo smiled inwardly, keeping his exterior as calm as possible when a large, possibly angry wolf padded around him.

Once she had huffed the end to her inquiry, she swatted at him with her tail. Ducking and recoiling his head he easily dodged the swipe. Oh the ferocity and passion; she was an amazing fey. Her genes would be amazing mixed with his own. If only she knew how much lust he was hiding. A smirk graced her countanence; she wanted him... he could feel.

Ears and held held regally, he smiled mischeviously in response to her own sly grin. Slowly, Viggo moved himself towards her, matching the circle she made of him as he surveyed her. His nares drank in her scent, trying to discern her emotions from their smell while answering her last question.

"I'm exceedingly swift, yet I have wonderful endurance. My lightning element lends all of this to me. I'm a good hunter... strong fighter... first class lover..." Viggo allowed his shoulder to brush against her flank as he moved around her, still moving to complete his own circle of her body.

[-zynêx-]

Oh he was enjoying this. It was as plain to see as the fur of his pelt. Though she doubted he would further enjoy this encounter. Despite the physical treatment she had in store. It seemed this mild game was started by his less than subtle gesture, his shoulder against her flank. But she was no fool, in a matter of minutes she was certain this game would turn into something a little more intimate...though she harbored no will to let it progress so far. But should he chose to force his pleasures...well..she would demonstrate why she was the Tytanus Alpha. Her title was not simply for show.

On delicate paws she quickened her circling pace, her steps swift and silent as she literally danced around him. Her tail held high and ears lowered in an initiation of play, she lept to his right flank baring her impressive fangs in a mock growl. Onyx claws extended and raked the ground with every step. Her nimble dance nearing the male with swift retreats. Then suddenly she jumped with maw wide at his side. She caught only the tip of the fur of his pelt leaving it singed before leaping away.

[viggo]

Even without the help of his lightning quickness he was able to match her circling pace. It benefitted neither of them if she were behind him. That wasn't how it worked. Zynex's nimble dance was working for him, getting him more and more eager for her. Teasing back, Viggo moved in tandum with her.

Rushing in suddenly, she nipped at his fur, leaving it singed. Automatically his fur crackled as electricity flowed through it. That had almost hurt had she gotten any closer to his skin. Momentarily he stopped his actions. What was she playing at? Did she like it rough? Moving towards her, Viggo whipped his tail towards her side, it was bristled with static and as it neared her flank he managed to send out a small bolt of electricity. Sweet! Not only was he about to get it on with a hot fey from Tytanus but he had channelled his element in a form that he could expell.

Once he had sent his retaliation, he leapt sideways and mock growled back, showing his strong canines. With a forepaw, he pawed the air between them, tail lashing behind him. The static had calmed since her 'attack', but he still wondered. Viggo could safely say that in all the unusual and kinky encounters he had been in, rough foreplay was a rarity. As in one other time. As in, that fey had been crazy and wanted to go praying mantis on him--mate and then kill the male. He pushed the harsh memory to the back of his mind, not wanting to think about the fact he may have to bolt for his life if that were the case.

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[-zynêx-]

The little spark shared between them was literally the same feel one would receive from a thorn in the side. Though rather than a pain, she felt a sensual chill course down her spine as if the touch was meant to awaken subdued intimate desires. Unfortunately for Viggo, knowing this caused an adverse affect on the autumn pelted female. Quickly she collected static on her fur was discarded by a fluid roll on the ground and a vigorous shake of her fur. Blacken claws grated the volcanic earth as slender forelegs spread apart effectively lowering her stance though left her rear in the air in almost a taunting manner. Ashen lips pulled back with a snarl, flaunting a formidable maw of fangs both sharp and deadly.

She harbored almost a demonic smile. Red orange sparks spewed from her parted lips with each heaving exhale of breath, immediately setting the dried grass in front of her aflame. Her nares flared at the scent, and swiftly she doused the growing flames with a swipe of her paw. Her eyes never left the male within her line of sight. She was indeed smiling, though for a completely different purpose than for mere play. Should he prove a challenge...perhaps he would be worthy of joining the Tytanus ranks. Yes...it was this thought that brought joy into her heart and roused her need to play.

Changing her stance once again, she stood straight on all fours, then charged for the male in front aiming a heated pair of jaws for his neck. Undoubtedly his fur and flesh would be singed, but only if he was too slow to dodge.

ooc: seriously not trying to kill you.

[viggo]

ooc: poor viggo.... he has such rotten luck.


Crazy. This one was definately crazy. No longer was Viggo's sex drive running the show. His lightning element was in charge, with his brain and paws as the first mates. Leaping deftly to his left, he dodged the flaming fangs easily, but the heat from them was felt. That was one bite he didn't want to be a part of. As he jumped free, he focused his energy and shot a strong bolt from his maw at her. This one would feel more like a kick than a thorn.

Static crackled along his spine, extending all of his fur making him look fierce. He was. Fiercely determined not to die. Viggo had not come here to fight. He had simply followed his lower head and it had (yet again) gotten him into trouble. He was a lover, not a fighter. Make love, not war. Peace, love and all that jazz.

Pearly white fangs glistened in the sun. The volcanic soil beneath his paws shifted more easily than he liked. Zynex was undoubtedly his superior in strength, but he had speed to his advantage. More than once this had been the only thing that saved his neck, as it had literally done just now.

What had created this sudden change in the rusty fey? If this was her way of testing him as a mate, she could forget it. He had lost the drive for sex at the moment. If it were some other test, he was not up for it. Viggo was not a tester. He had only wanted one this she could give him. Neither power nor status was important to him.

[-zynêx-]

Indeed the male could put up a fight, even if there was elemental aid involved. But it was expected since she was the one that initiated the use of elements. The electric strike knocked her back several feet , her paws slid harshly against the soil though the femme managed to keep herself upright. She felt a numbing sensation in her paws, indicating she had rubbed them raw with that maneuver and her steps were suffer.

Her heated maw snapped angrily at the air, not toward the male, but for her own lack in maneuverability. She was not aiming to overtake this male, this was simply a game. But she felt it was in the midst of a true battle that her skills were executed to their fullest extent. It felt now she was being hindered, and harboring vicious intent while trying 'not' to cause reputable damage would not work.

Zynex exhaled a deep breath, dousing the heat radiating from her jaws. At this rate, she would scare off the male before she had a chance to test his strength. He was agile and dexterous, but this pack was about strength as well. And so long as the potential was there, it could be trained. With a swipe to the ground, she was off again. Piston limbs pumped even that short distance to Viggo and extending her hind legs to the fullest, she lept at him, catching the male on his side by her forelegs and pushed her weight into him to knock him down.

[viggo]

A satisfied smirk appeared on her face as his bolt sent her sliding backwards. Viggo was not being smug about the fact that he had dealt a good blow, merely that the thing he had set out today had been accomplished. He had learned how to use his element as a projected weapon.

With that exception, this was worse than the last time he had run into a crazy fey wolf. At least she had not been such a formidable foe, and at least she had not tried to attack him in some sort of perverse game.

Zynex's large exhale made his stance relax slightly. Maybe she had had enough, or mayeb she would explain herself. What was her deal? His maw parted as if to speak only to see her rushing at him again. Viggo had noticed her charge too late in his preoccupation with her reasoning behind the onslaught. Her forepaws caught him on the side and sent him to the ground. The breath was knocked from him under her attack, and he did the only think he could do--as he hit the ground, carrying her weight, he rolled with the hit, trying to carry her over and onto the ground beyond him.

Hopefully this tactic would work. Much of his fighting skills he had been forced to pick up from experience, which wasn't the kindest teacher. In his eagerness to strike out on his own, not only had Viggo missed many lessons about his element from pack elders, but he had also lost much of his fighting training.

[-zynêx-]

Had she the time or was any other kind of female, Zynex would have cried at her own dismay. It was a simple move, and as such it backfired. The ground had never felt so unforgiving and alien. Time seemed to slow and lapse from the time she felt the ripple of his muscles, to the turn of positions with her being on the bottom. The Alpha was stunned, while at the same time pleased with his quick retaliation. Yet this didn't distract her from the fact that she was on the ground...by a male no less.

Her entire body tensed, radiating a suppressed heat like an aura threatening to envelop them completely. It was the reaction of anger for the female, though it was directed inwardly rather than to the lucky male. A cooling breath subdued the inferno before it started and only a small wisp of smoke from singed fur was the sign it had ever started. A moonlit orb get its gaze to the male on top of her. "Well....at least your aren't helpless..." the female growled softly, her tone joking and light. Her rusted plume thwacked soundly on the ground, awaiting for Viggo to set himself up right. She had gotten used to the ground, but that didn't mean she wanted to be acquainted with it. She continued, "I believe you would be a grand addition to our family....once you calm a few things down of course." She hinted blantantly at the masculine scent still radiated from the younger male in waves. It was a naturally occurance, but left uncontrolled as she was certain he had let it become not only would be be a nuisance, but older females would be turned off by such an onslaught of masculine wiles. It was never fun to chase when the male's intentions were known.