The Ice Doth Fill My Soul

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[bg=000000] Shadow filled grey eyes roamed over the unclaimed territory as a cold wind ruffled the colder wolf's fur. A snort slashed through the silence like a folded steel katana slices through flesh. Large paws shifted from their stationary positions to begin carrying the brute through the grass in attempt to find something or someone in this endless forgotten place. Frost spread across the ground from each place this brute's paws touched, spreading across the terrain in an unnatural chill as his breath filled the air with small icy particles. Some may have called his powers a curse. He enjoyed it though. Well, he enjoyed it unless his paws froze his meat so back that he couldn't eat it. His unnatural powers gave him ways of escaping things that were normally inescapable. He could walk over water, his paws freezing the liquid to give him this god like ability. He could freeze enemies to the bone so that a simple smack of his paw and they would shatter. He could even blow out ice to create a pathway through air for himself! Yup. Defiantly not a curse. After a bit, he grew bored of his wanderings and allowed his rump to meet the ground before tilting his head skyward and letting out a melodious howl. His heart may be frozen, but his voice held the sound of a chorus of angels. Surely someone would hear him and answer, right? This world could not be completely devoid of life, right?

[bg=000000] OOC: ice wolf yay WORDS: 200 somethin MUSE: Meh, as usual, love of rp MUSIC: nothing at the moment COPYRIGHT: Not sure.

[~Ice Blitz~]

[atrb=width,337,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=FFFFFF] He didn't like others. Not now, not ever. So why was he traveling towards the melodious howl his ears had caught? Dante snorted, the sound carrying little humor and much sarcasm. The truth was, Dante didn't know. He'd been alone now for longer then he was aware. Alone...even his parents had left him. Or at least, that's what the pitch brute told himself. Who could bare to stay when he looked the way he did. Stuck with this rotten curse of a mutation, a thing that caused him only pain, and did nothing for protection. Well, almost nothing. The right side of his skull lay exposed to the air, and for this, Dante suffered. In extreme heat or cold his face and head ached, and made him nearly useless for all the pain he was in. It also made the void colored wolf looked disfigured and scarey, causing most to flee the brute's presence. There was however, one benefit to the brute's ugly mutation. The bone on that side of his face was stronger than normal. Scars never showed on the right side of his skull, and as of yet, no wolf fangs had been able to break, crack, or permanently mar it. The same could not be said for the normal side of his face, which, in proving itself completely normal, was littered with scars. He knew he should have turned back when he felt the familiar ache in his face, should have fled at the onset of the headache...but for once he actually wanted company, whether or not he could admit it. So he sucked up his pain, and shoved it to the side, approaching the strange wolf that was surely the source of the chill. He didn't say anything, simply approached, and eyed the brute warily. ------- OOC: ^^ I like him already <3 WORDS: no idea MUSE: awesome MUSIC: multiple songs by James Blunt COPYRIGHT: pic (c) Icey

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[bg=000000] The brute's ears twitched slightly as he heard movement off in the trees. He lifted his head and took a whiff of the air before snorting slightly and laying down. 'Damn....just another brute.....' He thought to himself. He had kinda been hoping for a bitch to answer him. No such luck for him today. As the thick headed brute waited, he decided to play with his ice a little bit. He blew into the sky and snow started to fall in about a half foot radius around him in a perfect circle. Oh how he enjoyed the snow. Cold, beautiful, and dangerous. It reminded him of how women of the wolf variety could be sometimes. A small smirk curled over his snout as he stopped creating snow, the already created fluff still around him, kept in place by the cold he emitted. He chuckled a bit before lifting his head to look towards the trees. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked upon the brute who answered his howl. How odd. Half his face was exposed bone. It was like an extreme version of The Phantom of the Opera. The ice brute tilted his head slightly and shifted to stand again, an icy armor starting to form along the ends of his fur. Another bonus of having this power. He could form his own armor. It wasn't always the strongest but it defiantly helped him out a lot of times. "What is your name, brute, and why have you answered my call?" He asked in an icy voice.

[bg=000000] OOC: So many ice puns! WORDS: 260 MUSE: Meh, as usual, love of rp MUSIC: nothing at the moment COPYRIGHT: Not sure.

[~Ice Blitz~]

[atrb=width,337,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=FFFFFF] He didn't like this brute. There were many reasons why, the main one was that this brute radiated cold like a glacier itself, and that did nothing but give Dante one unforgiving headache. He grumbled at the brute in front of him. "Why did I answer you call, you say that as if disgusted, not that I blame you or anything." He snorted, and looked off to his right, so that only the normal side of his face showed. "Beggars can't be choosers you know. You're the one who called, asking for company. I was merely in the area, and heard your call." His tail twitched with irritation. Had he thought for one moment that this might have been different? That for once he might meet a wolf who didn't care how he looked. No, he hadn't thought that, hadn't thought that in a while. He growled lightly, and kept his face turned to the side, to make conversation with the brute easier. Some found they could actually talk to Dante if they couldn't see his face. "If my answering your call did something to bother you, then I'll leave if you'd like. Its not like I really cared about showing up here anyway." ------- OOC: WORDS: 213 MUSE: awesome MUSIC: multiple songs by James Blunt COPYRIGHT: pic (c) Icey

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[bg=000000] The icy brute snorted a bit and laid his head upon his paws, the chill leaving the air slightly as he relaxed, "The only thing that disgusts me anymore is humans. That bone there, that's......unique." He stated, "I won't lie, I was sorta hoping a female would answer but meh, like ya said, beggars can't be choosers." With that being said, the light colored brute raised himself up and shook off a bit, the ice that had formed on the ends of his fur breaking and falling away before he moved away from the snow circle he had created, moving slightly to get a better look at the bone that was the left side of his company's face, "So I'm not the only one who's changed. Curious as to why you have something like this instead of powers." He murmured mostly to himself. After his inspection finished, he sat back on his haunches again and ran his tongue over his fangs, his ears twitching slightly, "The name's Kenichi. Though I guess if I make any friends, they'd call me Ken." He stated with a dry chuckle as he brought a hind paw up to scratch at one ear, "Really don't care if I make friends though.....even if I do get lonely sometimes." He murmured mainly to himself. Sure he was a cold hearted brute, but he couldn't help being curious about the male's mutation. Why just bone on half his face instead of some sorta power like Ken had? What use did that bone give the brute? He couldn't think of anything that it would be useful for in the least.

[bg=000000] OOC: Ken Ken bored WORDS: 285 MUSE: Meh, as usual, love of rp MUSIC: Random Skillet songs COPYRIGHT: Not sure.

[~Ice Blitz~]

[atrb=width,337,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=FFFFFF] Dante paused as the brute before him relaxed. He still couldn't quite believe what his ears had heard. This wolf, this wolf that chilled the air and ground had told him that his mutation wasn't disgusting. That most certainly was a first. He had also said that it was unique. Unique it was, of that Dante was sure. He had yet to have ever met someone like him, with a similar...disability. He had feared this brute wouldn't like his presence, would chase him off, but instead he seemed to be interested in a conversation. This was something Dante was rather unaccustomed to...something that really took the pitch brute off his guard. "You're not the only one who is curious. I've often wondered myself why such a thing occurred. Nothing like this was ever seen in my family...in fact, though I hate to say it, my parentage were...normal." Dante was not unaware of the dislike that grew between mutated wolves and normal ones. The fact that his family did not share his genetic mutation, made him cautious. He didn't know this brute very well, but he felt relatively safe in divulging this information. With another, he might not feel so. It was not unknown for mutated wolves to attack those of 'normal' origin, in a way of fighting for their petty causes. "Its caused me nothing but trouble really. As you can imagine, it doesn't bring me much luck with the ladies." Dante scoffed, his ears slicking back as he spoke. "Kenichi, eh? That's not a name one hears often. Where do you hail from, if you don't mind my asking?" ------- OOC: They should be friends, lol. WORDS: 283 MUSE: awesome MUSIC: multiple songs by James Blunt COPYRIGHT: pic (c) Icey

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[bg=000000] The ice brute's ears twitched as he listened to the darker one speak. He couldn't help but scoff slightly at the mention of having normal parents, "Heh. Don't feel bad. I'm the first in my family with these powers I hold as well. Between that fact and being kidnapped by humans as a pup, I'm not really popular myself." He responded in an almost bored tone. At the question of where he came from he blinked a little and shrugged, "To tell you the truth, I don't exactly remember where I was born. I remember my family was normal and being kidnapped by humans, but other then that, I don't know. I ran from them and this is where I ended up." He said with a lazy shrug. He glanced around a bit after explaining this before looking back at his current companion, "You have yet to share your name with me." He said coolly. He also knew of the feud between the gifted and the normal wolves. He didn't really see the need for a fight though and it irked him that many looked down on him for the fact that his family was normal. He was rather glad of the fact that he didn't remember much of his family because of this fact. Why would one want to remember clearly what haunted them?

[bg=000000] OOC: I wouldn't argue with that X3 WORDS: 234 MUSE: love of rp MUSIC: none

[~Ice Blitz~]

[atrb=width,337,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=FFFFFF] Pitch ears jumped forward at the mention of this brute also having normal parents. It seemed almost a rare occurrence these days, for mutated wolves to have normal parents. Perhaps mutations were the future, perhaps they weren't. It wasn't really something Dante care to think about. "Kidnapped by humans? That's not a story one hears everyday. I shudder to think what they'd do, should they see a creature like myself wandering the land." Dante shook his head and listened as the cold brute told his story. It was curious, very curious, that this brute had spent time with humans and made it out alive. "My name is Dante," said the pitch wolf, dipping his head with a flourish. "Other than that, there's not much about me really worth knowing." "Though," he said, pausing, "I am rather curious to know how you were captured by humans...and escaped. Your life seems to be intact, and I can only marvel at that, for, from the stories I've heard, they're anything but merciful." He cocked his head, watching the strange crystalline wolf and hoping fur an answer. Oddly, he felt the ache in his skull dissipating slightly, as if he were growing used to the cooler temperature. How very...special. ------- OOC: Sorry this took so long! >.> WORDS: 214 MUSE: awesome MUSIC: multiple songs by James Blunt COPYRIGHT: pic (c) Icey

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[†Wulfie]

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[bg=000000] The ice brute listened to what his companion had to say before shrugging a little, "It wasn't to hard really. Seemed some human child wished to have me for a pet and the first chance I got, I bolted. Human children are horrid at paying attention to one thing for very long so as soon as she turned her back, I was gone. By the time I got out though, I had no idea where my family was so I wondered alone by myself." He explained, flicking his tail a bit. He didn't really think it was that odd. Humans were terrible at paying attention to a pup and they were stupid for thinking that a child would be able to hold onto an untrained wolf pup. Yes, usually humans were merciless when it came to their kind, he had seen plenty of wolves slaughtered by human hands and it chilled him to the bone to know that these same creatures had wanted to use him for a child's toy. He shook his head lightly at the memory and sighed softly. "What brings you around these parts though, if you don't mind me asking?" He asked after a few moments of silence and remembering on his part. Remembering things he would rather not though.

[bg=000000] OOC: It's cool, you had other stuff goin WORDS: 218 MUSE: love of rp MUSIC: none at the moment.....less you count my parents snores >>

[~Ice Blitz~]

"I myself have never dealt with humans, but I've heard rather horrible things about them from those that have." said Dante, eying the ground. His father had believed the pup diseased or cursed from the moment he exited the womb. Only his mother had cared for him, despite his grotesque appearance. Dante remembered the day he was old enough to ask why the pack hated him so. His mother had cried and informed the pup that his father believed he was a curse placed upon the pack by humans.

His grandfather had been captured by humans once, and murdered one while escaping. The wolves could find no other reason for Dante's looks then retribution for the death of a human. It wasn't long until the pack had driven him out, against his mothers wishes. All it took was a bad hunting season for the pack to turn on the pup and attempt to end him. Dante had proved his worth, and escaped.

The brute's question brought Dante out of his memories and back into reality. He blinked a moment, and spoke.

"Dunno really. I tend to wander a lot. I don't like to stay in one place much, and tend to avoid others. I heard your call, and was actually feeling rather lonely. Heh, decided I'd try once more to chat with someone without them screaming and running off in a panic."

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[bg=000000] The brute nodded in understanding as he flicked his tail lightly, "Humans do tend to be rather brutal, thankfully though I was just with a pup and she was rather easy to get away from." He explained as he glanced around. What he didn't say was that the child he was with had a tendency to, in his eyes, attempt strangling him. She had called them hugs but his neck ached at the simple memory off it. He almost felt bad about nearly freezing the girl's arms before he ran off though. His ears flicked at the brute's next statement and he tilted his head a bit, "Does that happen often?" He asked quietly. He personally saw no reason to run from this male. Yes his mutation was odd and some may even consider it grotesque, but to run screaming from him? That was just going a bit to far. Were his fellow wolves that thoughtless? He shook his head to himself and let out a small chuckle, "Though, if you want me to run off screaming, I'm sure I could manage that." He teased, a wolfish grin on his face as he made ready to run.

[bg=000000] OOC: 201 WORDS: so playful MUSE: love for rp MUSIC: random iPod music