The boy jogged through the forest, his sharp golden eyes missing not a single movement, whether it be the wind moving through the trees or a small animal going about its business. What he was doing could be considered a stupid move, but he was going through with it nonetheless.
Fenrir, hmm? he mused to himself as he ran. Like the old stories, maybe... I mean, we do live pretty long lives...
He reached a small clearing and stopped there, his eyes focused on the half-moon high above. Its silver light revealed a young boy around 16-17 years of age with messy, chocolate-brown hair and a slight build. He wore baggy cargo pants and converse hightops. In fact, he really could have passed for a normal teenager if it weren't for the inhuman glow in his eyes and the liquid way in which he moved.
His hands briefly traced the dog collar he wore around his neck, and finally, he spoke.
"Fenris Fenrir, if you are, I would wish to speak to you."
Post by Miles Landon on Mar 5, 2006 2:12:41 GMT -5
Miles walked through the woods alone. These were the woods of the legendary Fenris Fenrir, but he was unafraid. Even in America, he had heard of him. Miles too was a lycan, and with lycans, power was all relative. It was how you used it that mattered.
A couple of years ago, Miles and his brother Seth encountered a lycan in the woods near Kameons Academy. It was Andre Skoll, the very lycan that had bitten Miles in the first place. Miles had shown his gratitude in a way that Skoll would never forget. Miles still had the scars.
Now, traveling in this dark oppresive forest, he wondered what Fenrir's policy was regarding other lycans. If it came down to some rough and tumble, Miles was up for it. He stopped just before a clearing. There was another, certainly not Fenris Fenrir, but definitely another lycan. Like recognized like. He was calling, inviting Fenrir to meet with him.
His deep blue eyes scanned this lycan. He had strange golden eyes and was wearing a collar. How obvious do you have to be? Miles looked at his own identifier, his steel bracelet that had a small rectangular piece like a chainlink. The collar was just too much he thought. He stepped forward, revealing himself to the other.
He wondered, with his muscular frame, if he would be mistaken for Fenrir. "Hello, as you can undoubtedly tell, I'm like you. I'm not Fenrir, however. Miles is the name. And you are?"
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2006 2:21:23 GMT -5 by Miles Landon
The wolf-boy cocked one burnished yellow eye at the newcomer, having immediately identified him as one of his kind.
"'lo, I'm Orca," he said, after a moment of silence, his collar jingling as he stepped forward, toward the other. He doesn't smell like he's about to attack, the lycan thought to himself, visibly relaxing, his eyes fading to a steel blue color.
"Have you ever met Fenrir?" he asked, shifting his weight from leg to leg. "You're the first lycan I've met in this area, and I thought it would be good to get to know the local pack..."
Orca smiled, just a little smile, but a smile nontheless. "It's nice to meet you, Miles-san."bg
Post by Miles Landon on Mar 6, 2006 18:48:19 GMT -5
"I'm new here, too. Just came in from America with my brother, though he's not one of us." It had been a while since he had had a civilizied conversation with another lycan, not since he had last seen Molly. He wondered if he should send for her, if she would even come. "He does make my potion though, keeps me within my mind. He's a student, you know. I graduated last year, so I can't stay in the palace. I've got a place in Drakborough."
"Why do you want to meet Fenrir, anyways? From what I've heard, he's as likely to tear us apart as he is to look at us."
Last Edit: Mar 6, 2006 18:50:56 GMT -5 by Miles Landon
Post by Xailyn Rose on Mar 8, 2006 21:52:54 GMT -5
OOC Hope ya both don't mind, but I really need something to do. O.o ... and I was thinking about posting here.
BIC
Voices had attracted the ebony haired demoness to this particular area, she had been walking through the forest to see Fenris again, perhaps to see how he was doing with Angelus Morti, and if he'd heard any more updates than she had. Xailyn knew she wasn't necessarily 'allowed' to be in the wolf/lycan dominated part of the forest, but nevertheless she was positive Fenris would not mind the slightest. He had been absolutely thrilled to see her. Also, it wasn't like the ice demoness toured through whenever she felt like it, she had a reason; to talk about recent happenings.
But voices rustling through the trees had voided her voyage to find the lycan, and curiousity directed her towards the sources of the noise. Two humans. Guys. Lycans. Ah, she could tell immediately, and she walked through to the clearing, examining the two through crimson irises. The black and blue clad demoness had briefly caught the conversation; apparently they were both looking for Fenris. Something all three of them had in common. Oh how famous was he? She smiled slightly, now moving her lips to introduce herself to the nwecomers.
"Hello, my name's Xailyn Rose," she said, deciding to leave out what creature she was, perhaps they already knew? Not many lycans were radiating Antarctic temperatures as the ice demoness was. "Welcome to the forest," she said, she knew they were both knew, for one of the males proved it when he said:
"Why do you want to meet Fenrir, anyways? From what I've heard, he's as likely to tear us apart as he is to look at us."
The demoness couldn't help but chuckle, if only everyone else had seen a side to Fenris that Xailyn wished she could share, but she'd conceal his secret, he could really be more of a pup than a vicious werewolf. But she wouldn't go about telling people that, for the ice demoness would not wish for Fenris to go spreading about how girly and giddy she could be at times. That could cause a bad reputation for her - it was the last thing she'd want the world to know.
"I'm sure he'd offer you a chance to say why you were in his line of vision," she said with a wink, "but I am curious too, why are you both so keen on finding Fenris?" If only she were that famous. Oh well, it was not her fault this place lacked demons. Actually, she was the only one. Though she could closely relate to the Nephilim, for the abilities and powers were all the same.
Sitting here watching other people live Frozen by the fear to fail
'Cause, everyday there's a war to fight And if I win or lose, nevermind
ooc: Weeeell, I don't mind, not at all. ^_^ Glad to have you join us, that I am!
bic:
Orca blinked, and rocked back and forth on his heels as he thought over what the other lycan had said. "Tear us apart? ...That wouldn't be very sportsmanlike-ooh!" this as a woman with raven-black hair and blood-colored eyes stepped out from the surrounding trees.
The young lycan trotted forward, a bounce that had not previously been there in his step. "Konnichiwaa, Xailyn Rose-san! I'm Orca, and I'm a lycan!" He peered at her for a moment, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air. "And you're a demon! Er, a demoness. How cool!"
He stuck out one hand, his signature wolf ears perking forward and disrupting his already touseled hair. "It's a pleasure to meet you, that it is!"bg
Post by Miles Landon on Mar 10, 2006 5:52:49 GMT -5
"Jeez, Orca, you're a real spaz, aren't you?" He chuckled. He was only joking. Truth was he already liked the guy. He was nothing like any other lycan he met, not even Molly. "Those are some interesting ears, never really seen that before. Thing is I'm not really looking for Fenrir, per se. I'm really just aimlessly wandering this forest, and if I run into him, so be it."
"So you know Fenrir, eh Ms. Rose? It's good to know he'd give us a chance at least. I'm up for it but I don't really fancy having to battle another giant lycan. Not in such a short time. A few years ago I ran into and subsequently had to kill, the very lycan that gave me the curse. Large bastard named Andre Skoll. We went at it for three hours. Afterwards, I slept for a week. So you can see why I'm a bit apprehensive of meeting Fenrir."
Last Edit: Mar 10, 2006 5:57:07 GMT -5 by Miles Landon
Post by Xailyn Rose on Mar 12, 2006 8:33:09 GMT -5
She smiled at the two lycans. Xailyn was in a mighty good mood in the past couple of days. It was a humongous change from her usual, cold exterior. This attitude high was an especially large change from how down she had felt before coming to Firefox University. Xailyn had let herself get quite disappointed when Angelus Morti had left her. Ah well, she got over it, and she had come. The demoness missed Magic Horizons occasionally, but without her lovely little plot and Fenris, her best partner to kill with, it felt a little empty.
The first wolf to speak to her was quite a hyper one. Though it caused a smile to spread on her face, he seemed fun. Surely Fenris would not dream of ripping apart someone as cute as him. The demoness was pretty positive that Fenris would talk with fellow lycans rather than attack them. She shook her head slightly as the other lycan called Orca a spaz, but she could tell that he was just joking.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Orca,” she in return, crimson eyes sparkling, though not maliciously like normal. She did believe that she was starting to melt. But alas, she could return to her normal demonic self once Angelus Morti got on the roll. No humans would see her like this, anyhow. “Yes, I am a demoness, the only one here,” she said, tilting her head lightly to the side as she thought about this.
To look for Fenris might be quite a task, where had the lycan gone? She hadn’t really seen him as of late. “Mm, I do…and yes, I’m sure he’d give you a chance,” she nodded her head slightly as if to reinforce what she had said. “Ah, that’s a shame. I assure you that Fenris would not be as brutal to his own kind,” or so she hoped anyway. She wasn’t too sure of how Fenris was now, she’d only seen him…well…overjoyed. Maybe he had mysteries of what she was like, too?
Sitting here watching other people live Frozen by the fear to fail
'Cause, everyday there's a war to fight And if I win or lose, nevermind
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