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[Deuce♥]

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[bg=588558] ♠The brute observed the environment around him, one that was familiar, yet strange. Close, yet far. Though the scenery was of similar colors, they were vibrant, healthier than the wood of the wintery fortress he once called his home. No longer was that place home. At least, not for him. Yet the stony silence, broken only occasionally by a chirp here and there, was so like the frozen world he loved so much. Nostalgia ran circles around him as he clenched his paws, feeling a few pine needles crunch under the strength of his grip on the earth. The only thing that was missing to make this place into a copy of Fos was the snow, the thick snow that rarely ever showed the ancient floor below. The snow that so many lives had been born, and had ended on. The snow that he and his kinsmen had bled their lifeblood onto, dying it a vibrant pink. The snow and it's memories. He, in that moment of weakness he allowed himself, choked back a weak sob before shaking his head and thinking once more. ♠He wasn't so blind that he thought he was clean, innocent of his crimes as a fallen prince and only ousted of his birthright. No, he was only second in line, and had tried to wrest the title of Lord from his sister, the true heir, the crown princess Nyx XVIII of Fos. Yet he liked to think it wasn't entirely his doing. He had been prodded, goaded, and used by a few ambitious council members. How foolish of them to think they could topple the Fos royal dynasty, which dated over a thousand years, even in the Before. He smirked wryly for a moment, before letting it quickly fade away. And how foolish was he, who knew this better than any other, to let himself be overcome by his jealousy of the one of the only ones he loved, his own sister, and try to prove, that he, Deuce XV of Fos could really defeat Nyx at something, anything? He remembered clearly the sound of her sentence, the way it echoed into the quiet air like a bell tolling. ♠ He found an oddly shaped shelter of sorts under the roots of a large tree nearby, and settled by it. "I'll only sleep a minute, I just need to rest..." He reassured himself out loud. His pack lived far to the north of even here. He had traveled for quite some time, coming across a more open taiga, which had thrilled and frightened him with it's large open spaces in between trees. Then, worn down by the fact that he had to hunt for and defend himself, he had barely made it up the mountains. The way down was more forgiving, eventually giving into the thick forest, whose large amounts of coniferous trees were unaffected by the autumn he instinctively felt coming. This place seemed like an alright place to settle, though there was something distinctly strange about the air which his nose had picked up. Yet, he was unaware that it was the smell of the charred remains of the fire ravaged lands to the southwest, for there had not been a fire in Fos for longer than anyone remembered. Yes, that's it. Besides, my senses will wake me up if anyone approaches... He thought, unintentionally drifting to sleep soon after this statement, fatigue written across his now more peaceful features. His senses were his mutation, allowing him to detect all who approached before they were ever upon him. While the monarchy of Fos' members already had heightened sense due to having developed adaptations to their harsh environment, Deuce was in a league of his own.

[†Wulfie]

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[bg=FFFFFF] Large white wings carried their equally white owner through the skies. Such an odd sight to see. A wolf gliding through the air as if it were a bird. Angel saw no oddities about it though, seeing as she had grown used to the fact that she could, in fact, fly. She found it fun. She loved feeling the wind in her fur, it was so much clearer and colder in the air. She loved to act as if she was running over the clouds. Silly wolfess was a puppy at heart. After having her fun, the snow white wolf alighted upon the ground, her dainty paws making barely any noise at all as she landed. Once all four paws were upon the solid ground, the wolfess folded her wings against her back and looked around with those bright blue eyes of hers. Her tail perked up a bit and swayed before she started to make her way across the land on foot. Hyper-active she wolf was looking for anything, anyone to talk to and maybe play with. Suddenly, she stopped. There, in the high grass, a little bunny. Angel's ears perked up and she lowered herself, her wings folding tighter against her back to make her already tiny frame even smaller. The little creature had yet to notice it's stalker, perfect. Slowly she crept forward before pouncing. The bunny noticed her and started to bolt but the tiny wolf was quick and light on her feet and quickly caught the little prey animal between her front claws. 'Snack time!' She thought before lowering her head and sinking her fangs into the creature's neck, ending it's life quickly and easily, then she began to cleave meat from bones, loving her tasty little treat, completely unawares of the other wolf sleeping nearby.

[bg=FFFFFF] OOC: Such a playful girl WORDS: 308 MUSE: Meh, as usual, love of rp MUSIC: Random Skillet songs COPYRIGHT: Not sure.

[Deuce♥]

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[bg=588558] ♠The brute distinctly heard a soft crunch as someone, or something landed on the forest floor nearby. He heard the folding of wings, and soon his keen nose picked up the scent of the strong scent of blood as something gave out a muffled death cry that only one with abilities like he could hear at this distance. He tensed, before recognizing the scent as a rodent of some sort, likely a rabbit or a mouse. It was hard to specifically tell, for all the other scents of the forest also came to him. Creeping forward silently, as he had trained himself to using his supernatural sense of hearing, he slowly crept up on whatever awaited him. ♠He peered from behind a pine tree, it's thick trunk hiding most of his body from view. His orange eyes scanned the small clearing, which was filled with tall grass, partly hiding the creature he sought. It was then he caught it's scent. Or rather, her scent. A femme was in the area, and perhaps any other male would be happy. Deuce was not any other male. He instead, observed her with a curious gaze, since she had her back to him, and it seemed he would not be noticed while she ate. He noticed, surprisingly, that the fae had wings, like one of the great birds of his homeland. They were a soft, pure white, and matched her coat. He could not see her face, and thus was in the dark on the color of her eyes. Where one would have normally felt uncomfortable spying on another at times like this, Deuce was unaffected by it. After all, when he still inhabited Fos, he had a talent for espionage that was put to use. Deciding that he would be left bored if he did not alert the fae of his presence, he spoke in his trademark tone of apathy. "Your wings are curious, fae. I have never seen anything quite like you, even in my homeland." ♠He assumed the expression he normally wore in Fos, one of cool indifference, as if he were simply an observer that only made half-hearted comments. But his words rang true, for wings had never been seen on one of his species, or, at least on anything that resembled his species physically in Fos. He did not judge her for her mutation, as he was, in a way, a freak of nature himself. His ears could pick up the sound of a mouse shifting in it's nest from a great distance. His eyes could see farther than most wolves, and his vision was good even in the dark. His touch was sensitive, and every dip, rise, and vibration was felt acutely. His tongue could pick up everything that was in the substances it tasted, often informing him (whether he wanted to know or not) what his victims had eaten for their last meal. His senses were heightened beyond normally possible for a lupine. So perhaps, he and this fae weren't so different after all. Providing that she was actually a wolf, of course, and not some other look alike.

[†Wulfie]

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[bg=FFFFFF] The white femme was actually fairly calm as she stood and turned to look upon the brute that had addressed her. She smiled sweetly at him, though the sweetness was slightly downgraded due to the blood dripping from her jaws. With a flick of her soft, pink tongue, the blood was licked away and she turned fully and sat back on her haunches, twitching her wings slightly. "I rather like them." She giggled in response to his words as she brought one around in front of her face to nuzzle before folding it upon her back again, "I don't think I've seen your face before. My name's Angel." She hummed in a soft sing-song voice that was highly befitting of her name and mutation, "What is yours?" She asked with a tilt of her head. As she looked at the male, her bright blue eyes were filled with a curiosity akin to that of a pup. She knew she was rather childish, but she loved the way she was. She believed that one only lived for so long so having fun and being a pup while you could was the best way to enjoy life. She utterly hated the idea of being grown up and not having the chance to act like a child.

[bg=FFFFFF] OOC: Why grow up when being a pup is more fun? WORDS: two hundred somethin MUSE: love of rp MUSIC: nothin at the moment.

[Deuce♥]

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[bg=588558] ♠She turned to face him, her expression oddly calm, and the way she just stood there, smiling ever so sweetly while carrying the dark stain of blood on her lips, was, in fact, one of the most morbid things Deuce had seen. Her eyes were a clear blue, and for a moment, he wondered why the fae wasn't deaf. There had been a pup or two born into Fos with blue eyes that stayed into adulthood, and they were likely still oblivious to the sounds of the world. If their even alive still... He thought darkly. The monarchy of Fos was slightly Spartan in the way they handled survival. Their world demanded with an icy harshness that only the strong survived, and without their hearing, one could not help but stumble around like an clumsy young buck, which in turn, would scare meals away. And letting the pups go hungry because of such a stupid blunder, was simply put, unforgivable. However, as he was no longer prince, he no longer needed to care for the invalids. Or so he told himself. ♠"I rather like them." A airy voice spoke, pulling him away from his troubled musings. It was a rather pleasant voice. ♠Being blatantly honest as always, Deuce said "I prefer my feet on the ground and trees towering over my head, but I guess, to each their own. By the way, your voice is quite pleasant. Do you often howl and sing?" He said, his crisp, regal voice creeping in out of habit. After all, mother always said that it was good to keep up relations. Not that he usually cared, but even a lone wolf like him needed social interaction from tie to time. It kept one from the depths of insanity. ♠"I don't think I've seen your face before. My name's Angel." She spoke again, making use of her lilting voice. Angel. Like he always, did with everyone, he memorized her face and put her name to it. Perhaps it would come in handy later. "What is yours?" She asked after a pause. Hesitating, he wondered whether it would be safe to give out his name to a she-wolf he had just met. Deciding she was merely being polite, he replied. ♠"Prince Deu- I mean, Deuce. Deuce of Fos." He said, stopping himself before he gave out his title. It wasn't his anymore.

[†Wulfie]

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[bg=FFFFFF] The fae laughed softly at his comment, her laugh seeming to light up the world around her, "Of course I howl silly. What kind of wolf would I be if I didn't?" She answered with a question of her own as she tilted her head slightly, "As for singing, unless you count howling, no I do not." She hummed. When he answered with his name, almost saying that he was a prince, her eyes lit up and started to sparkle, "You used to be a Prince?" She asked, standing and wagging her tail in a very domesticated dog-like fashion. Playfully she lowered herself into a bow with a giggle, "Your highness~" She teased gently. The playful she wolf wasn't trying to be cruel or anything of the sort, this was just her attitude. She loved to play and joke around and rarely realized the things she sometimes said or did could be rude and hurtful to the ones she was with. If it was made known to her that she hurt someone with her words, she would be the most apologetic she-wolf to ever lay their paws upon the ground. "Why are you not a Prince anymore?" She asked as she stood normally and tilted her head slightly, her curiosity rivaling that of a cat.

[bg=FFFFFF] OOC: Angel's rather.....childish WORDS: 215 MUSE: love for rp MUSIC: random songs on youtube.

[Deuce♥]

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[bg=588558] ♠For a moment, as she joked about him being a prince, he flinched for the briefest of moments, before another facade went up. His 'politician' face, as he lovingly called it. His smile didn't reach his eyes. "At your service, m'lady" He said, his voice deep and seductive. He returned the mock bow, before sitting down, fake smile still plastered to his face. His persimmon shaded eyes scanned her quietly. Out of habit, he wondered what she was trying to get at, before mentally beating himself out of the idea. there was no way she could know who he was. Fos did not keep in contact with other packs very often, and they lived in a rather isolated place. She also didn't seem to be the scheming sort, and it looked like she was the bubbly, air-headed sort. But appearances could be deciding, as the ex-prince knew all too well. ♠"Why are you not a prince anymore?" The question caught him off guard. Biting back a sharp retort, he replied. ♠"I'd rather not talk about it." He said in the icy, spine-chilling, low voice he was famous for, amber eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her expression carefully. While he himself had accepted the fact that he was no longer a princeling and the situation surrounding that fact, it was a tender spot that he preferred to not discuss with others. He admitted silently to himself it was partly his fault for accidentally introducing himself by his old title, he thought the fae would take the hint and not say anything more about him being a prince. [OOC: Sorry about the short reply! I used all of my muse on the KritenxDeuce post]

[†Wulfie]

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[bg=FFFFFF] Angel bowed again when his tone of voice changed, but this time it was purely apologetic, "I apologize. I didn't know it was a tense subject." She said softly, her voice and eyes nothing but sincere as she looked back up at him before sitting back on her haunches, "May I ask what brings you around here though without bringing up anything bad?" She asked, her voice still soft and calming as she tilted her head. The young fae had no intention of letting ghosts of the past linger to long, especially if they were gloomy ones, "Wanting to make new memories maybe?" She asked softly, a gentle smile upon her face as she moved to lay down, making herself comfortable, though her eyes never left the brute in front of her. She was intrigued by him. He was much different then any other wolf she had come across in her short life and she wished to know more about him, as much as he was willing to share at least.

[bg=FFFFFF] OOC: It's cool XD Sometimes I'm the same way. WORDS: something....I forget MUSE: love of rp MUSIC: random music on youtube.

[Deuce♥]

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[bg=588558] ♠With a slight flick of his tail, Deuce said "You are forgiven" He said. He felt slightly guilty for suspecting the fae. It wasn't like she would be able to gain anything from him by holding his old titles against him. Deuce mentally scoffed at the thought of this soft creature trying to threaten

[/i]him[/i]. Finding himself at a loss for words at her next question, he pondered for a moment. What had brought him here to this foreign land, this place that was so far away from everything he knew? Had he wanted a new beginning? He couldn't really answer that question. The fae saved him from answering the question with an 'I don't know' with her next prompt. "I...guess you could say that." He said, briefly glancing elsewhere as a few flickers of different emotions passed through his eyes. Weakness was not a thing tolerated by the mindset he had, created by his upbringing. A prince, he reminded himself, should not show weakness. However, he wasn't a prince anymore.

♠So what was he?

♠Deciding that soul searching was not an option, (or at least, not until he was alone) he decided to steer the conversation in another direction. "May I inquire if you were born in this land, Angel?" He asked, his crisp speech cutting the silence that had blanketed them. He watched her, his orange eyes meeting her blue. He again thought that she was a rather fine specimen. He was rather curious as to how she was not deaf, having blue eyes at her stage in life. She, as far as he could tell, was a full fledged adult. He lost himself in thought, as he always did, having been left to his own devices for most of his life. There wasn't much you could do but think when no one wanted to talk to you except to remark in varying degrees of disdain that you were inferior to your sister. Blinking, he reminded himself that here was someone who seemed to take him for what he was.

♠Then again, she didn't know exactly who he was.
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