EVEN FLOW [o]

[Pink !]

Vulcan had walked for some time. He didn't know how long he'd walked, he just knew that the sun had set two times since he had entered Eiran's borders for the second time in his four years of living. The first had been just after he'd left his family behind, running for days until he suddenly found himself in the land that he had only caught whispers about. Many wolves had left the Vulcan's homeland and never returned, even after promising to turn back after crossing the border. No one knew anything about it really, besides the mystery of it and how it took family members away.

But now... now Vulcan knew why no one came back. It was beautiful, and that was stretching it poetically for the black brute. After the humans had gone and allowed everything to go to hell, it was a refreshing difference. That being said, the land had frightened him off. The sheer beauty and wild, untouched nature of it made him nervous and so he had retreated to live a few miles along the border for a few years before returning.

And so here he was, striding north west from where he had stopped and decided to turn around. Where was that again? Oh yes, the cabins. He knew Thessa was to the north and he was curious of it's snow covered mountains and such. Vulcan, however, was sorely disappointed when, instead of stumbling upon snow, became lost in a labyrinth of jungle. He was vexed. The black male's muscles were drawn tight and his jaw was clenched, evidence of just how tired he was. All he wanted was snow. How hard was that to get to?

It wasn't that Vulcan disliked Denar. He had enjoyed the area quite a bit, even going so far as to contemplate claiming a pack territory for himself. If only he were socially adept. Unfortunately for him, the thought of conversing with another canine brought chills running down his spine. The poor unlucky beast that stumbled upon him! Why Vulcan was a disgusting thing to behold anyhow. He wasn't particularly handsome, at least not to his knowledge, and when he opened his mouth, not even his voice was pleasant! Rough and always sounding like he was exhausted, Vulcan's voice matched his sheer size and bulk. After walking for a bit, trying to see the sun through the thick foliage and find which way north was, the wolf settled himself down against a huge tree and rested his head on a root.

A long sigh escaped his maw, amber eyes narrowing slightly in pleasure as he rested his sore limbs. Vulcan's eyes focused on a large plant for a moment, eyeing a fly that landed on it's tooth like extensions. When the plant miraculously opened it's jaws and snatched the fly up, Vulcan leaped to his paws in shock and started backward. His curiosity got the better of him, and so he stalked forward and poked at it with his maw. It moved slightly and he jumped back again with a grunt, looking around to make sure no one had seen his idiocy. Curiosity killed the cat, and Vulcan was not keen on his life ending so suddenly. Besides, death would only been a reward for him. Karma seemed hell bent on punishing him, so why would death come so quickly for him?

[Katja]

Ah, nature. The beauty of it is indescribable. Sometimes she'd be overwhelmed because if it. She was thankful of these lands, and she was thankful because she was given the great chance to live in them. She was cautious as always, but she loved to walk throughout the lands without a given care in the world. She was happy when she was alone, because she could be herself with nature. She could be herself with the wind; she loved it like herself. She loved the way these lands had always a beautiful atmosphere, a perfect temperature, and his amazing feeling of safety. Since humans disappeared, or so her ancestors told her, these lands have been peaceful. No longer is the Earth crying in desperation for liberation and no longer the Earth had to stand the sufferings she had withheld for thousands of years. She was free, and so was Katja. She felt how the Earth felt happy and relieved, and she felt this positive energy enter through her veins and through her entire being. She was always one with nature, and nature was one with her. She couldn't wait to start a family, or to create whole new stories with other wolves; yet, somehow, she was scared.


She was scared of failing those who she loved. Those insecurities always got the best of her and somehow she hated herself because of this. She couldn't overcome her fear of other wolves, and those amazing desires and hopes she had were always crumbling in front of her eyes. She was her worst enemy and sometimes she would have this intense fight with herself just to believe in herself; she underestimated her value and potential. Maybe she could be a great mother, but she was afraid of failing as one. She was made for so many things, and had so much potential, yet she knew she always limited herself. As she walked through the rain forest, she began to observe that the day was beautiful, yet the temperature became somewhat humid. "Of course... I am in a rainforest. I really hope to find only acquaintances here, I don't need any trouble right now..." She walked even further and suddenly, a faint smell entered her ebony nostrils. She perked up her head and she felt how her heart jumped and wanted to escape her chest. She took a deep breath and began to walk slowly, arming herself with the courage she did not have. Katja walked, ever so slowly, until she got herself into some bushes and rested there quietly.

There she saw a black and green wolf, rather big, observing an insect-eating flower. She tilted her head and smiled at the thought of a wolf, so big and ferocious, playing with a delicate yet dangerous flower. She looked at his curiosity which reflected hers when she was alone. She chuckled in a very silent way, not to give away her location by the noise. She took a tumbling step forward and accidentally her leg went against a lifted branch, making her trip and fall face first, and rolled a few inches forward. She fell right in front of the stranger, her heart even more faster than before, and she quickly regained her composure. She stepped a few feet back from the male and tucked her tail in. Her insecurities, her fears, everything... just came back like lightning. She began to tremble in fear and her pupils dilated. She was frozen in time and space, and she couldn't move an inch. She opened her maw in an attempt to speak, but all that came out were muttering words. She just hope this brute wasn't a threat or tried to do anything to her. She was a friendly femme and she hoped he was. She was sick of her insecurities, but this was too much for her. What did she ever do wrong? "I-I... I-uh..."
"I'm dead. I know I am already. Gosh, you're so clumsy, Katja. Ugh. Just... hope for the best."

OOC;; DONE! Pink !

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[Pink !]

Whatever the plant was, it certainly wasn't normal. It wasn't alive, yet how cold it so easily and so simply snatch the stupid, ignorant fly that had simply desired to rest his membranous wings. Vulcan was mortified, an emotion he wasn't sure he had felt in a long time. Forcing his fur to lay flat, he made the quick decision to eradicate the hideous plant from the normally serene area. Oh the horrors that beauty held from the oblivious onlooker. The black brute lowered his maw to the plant and gripped just below the 'mouth', eyes darting up toward the teeth before jerking once to the left, and then to the right. The mouth was flung to the side, sliding underneath some bushes to Vulcan's satisfaction.

The warm feeling was short-lived, though, for a 'thud' sounded from to his left and he looked up sharply. The femme had rolled face first into the dirt, much to the amusement of the male. Vulcan suppressed his smile, for as amused as he was by her clumsy demeanor, he did not want to abandon his persona. Instead his bright eyes followed her every move with a vacant stare. As soon as she realized his presence, she tucked her tail under and acted extremely submissive, causing the brute a great deal of discomfort. Who was he, the king of Eiran? Snorting in minor irritation, the brute observed her trembling before him and the vexation melted. He pitied her. Poor mite was stricken by his appearance. He couldn't blame her. Vulcan was much larger compared to her, and much uglier too. They contrasted largely in both persona and appearance.

"I-I... I-uh..."

He rose to his full height, bearing down on her with tense muscles and a look of confusion. "You don't need to explain yourself." Vulcan muttered, empty eyes flitting from her and where she came from. She must have been watching him. She was a quiet one, that was for sure. Then again, so was he. She was lithe and small though in comparison, her fur shockingly white against the scenery and against his own coat. Furthermore she possessed a sort of innocence that radiated off of her, effecting even the smallest of crevices in the clearing. Her markings were jet black, elongating her eyes and skull, giving her a foreign look. Vulcan just looked rugged, like he hadn't bathed in days. His fur was clumped in some places, dirt collecting along his paws and gray hairs mixed in with black even in his youth.

There was a prolonged, awkward pause as Vulcan realized he must have been cramping her space. He backed up a few feet before speaking again, this time his voice less unwelcoming and more scolding. "Acting like that will get you taken advantage of real quick, you know that?" The brute's eyes ran over her quickly and efficiently. Whatever had happened to the girl must not have been well intended, for she was simply terrified of him. He didn't think he looked that manged. After all, other males didn't mind picking fights with him. It would explain, though, why he had been unlucky with the ladies. He had fathered a litter two seasons ago, though the female had taken off with the pups and left him empty pawed and disappointed.

[Katja]

Katja was paralyzed. 

And by paralyzed, even her thoughts were completely nonexistent. She had this incredible barrier against everyone almost immediately, so it was no surprise Katja was reacting like this. "You don't need to explain yourself." Katja was even more nervous now, because she somehow felt the need to explain to him that she was spying and that she was an incredibly clumsy wolf. At the black brute's tone, she thought he may not be a threat, so even if she was terrified, she decided to relax her muscles just by a little; she would never let her guard down, no matter what, because she didn't know if she had to fight or to flight. Katja's heartbeat was incredibly fast at that given moment and all she could do was tremble and gulp down her tears. She sighed and slowly regained her composure, yet she was still tense and ready for action, just in case. 

"Acting like that will get you taken advantage of real quick, you know that?" Her heartbeat increased tenfold and she felt nauseous.  She just tripped and fell and possibly in front of a murderer or a force breeder. She wasn't one to judge for outside appearances, but she was still terrified of this male. His black and silver mixed coat with green markings and shaggy appearance made him look more threatening, and even more that he was much more taller than she was. She was at the mercy of an unknown enemy and she was terrified. She stepped back two more steps and decided to settle down and let the braver part of her take control, even though she was dying inside. "I-I know. I-I just tripped and fell down. Please, don't harm me... I am weary and tired because of my travels, and I don't want any t-trouble... Please." 

She spoke those words a little too quick for her tastes, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to flee from this scene, and to forget it even happened. She was so  scared that she somehow felt  frozen in her standing spot. She looked behind her quickly to see if any escape routes were available just in case things got worse. She closed her eyes, lowered her ears and trembled in torturous anticipation, hoping he would have mercy upon her. Somehow, in all of her nervousness, she observed the male. His appearance was somewhat scary, yes, but she could sense he had been through a lot. He did not seem that young, and Katja was so innocent and small compared to him. He was so quiet, and she was so timid and insecure. Somehow, in all of this awkwardness, she hoped that they would become friends. That is, if she didn't have to run away like a maniac, for starters.

OOC;; DONE! Pink ! I really cannot wait to see these two together, they are so adorkable. <3

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