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[Glaciers are Cold]

caustic is a meanie,

you take too long can i kill you now?

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words 532 tags whoever! notes Her power is creating fire in case you were wondering. credits rinne

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[fiametta]

Inky black fur stuck out from the snow white cap of the mountain like a sore thumb, moving across the trail with an easy walk. The female's blue eyes were alert and shining in the falling sun. Being the Alphess of Canopus meant she had to patrol things on her own every now and then, for she had no Alpha in the pack, no mate, in a sense. However, she did have her Beta, Nemosis, and one fighter, Caustic. She wondered what they were doing now. She remembered watching Caustic go off earlier and she was now sort of following her trail. She probably didn't mean to, it was more of an occupational hazard.

Fiametta emerged from the shadows of the mountain's glacier and into the sunset. It cast a warm glow across her pelt, revealing the silver furs in between the black ones, and she paused to bask in the beautiful sight. She appreciated the small things in life, especially since she lost her entire pack before she came to this one. Her brother went missing, she allowed her mother to die, and she couldn't save her father in time. Her face soured at the remembrance, but she gave herself a shake and went on. Her pads were hardened from having walked on the ice and snow so much, therefore it didn't hurt.

Fiametta was aware of another scent when she came closer to the top of the mountain, it was a scent she recognized. Caustic was here and she was rather close. Despite the Alphess's good eyesight, finding a white wolf against the snowy peaks was no easy feat. She sighed, knowing she'd have to find her by scent or listen for when her thoughts came into range. Fiametta's power was different than others'. She had the uncanny ability of empathy, the branch of being able to read other creatures' thoughts. It especially came in handy when leading a pack or meeting a stranger. She could always tell if someone was lying, even more so when she didn't tell the creature she could read minds.

Fiametta soon heard Caustic's thoughts, after she saw a small burst of fire, that is. She stared at it, stopping for a moment. Suddenly, Caustic appeared and skidded to a halt in the snow. The Fighter was wondering where the flame had come from, and there was more about how the wolves who controlled it were hated and feared, not matter how small the power was. She had heard her shouting before she had appeared, something about someone hiding and clawing their eyes out. Fiametta gave a small smile. Caustic may not have been the nicest wolf around when it came to strangers, but that was what made her a good Fighter.

"Calm yourself, Caustic. It's only me." Fiametta called out to her packmate. She walked over to her, standing at her side and looking at the small fire. "I know I may be intrusive with my mind reading, but did you ever think that maybe you were the one to start that fire? Just something to think about." Fiametta walked toward the fire and sniffed at it, wrinkling her nose at the smoke she had inhaled. She shook her head and sauntered over to a smooth gray rock, laying down and resting in the light. She waited patiently for Caustic's reaction, her reply more so. Caustic often tended to remind her of her brother, wild and troublesome, but the opposite. In no way was she weak.

[Ashen]

The brute's mind was brought to life by the calling of fresh morning air. The dew bit into his black fur as he rose upon sleeping paws, roused from sleep. The bout of unconciousness had been short lived, but the muscular beta hardly needed plentiful sleep to remain a strong warrior. Nostrils flaring, he turned his face toward the sky. The morning was crisp, air thin with a spring warmth that soaked into onyx hairs. The brute meandered forward, lumbering with lean strides upon large paws that sank into the snow covered moss. He was new within this land, but already held the rank of beta. It was in his upmost desire to be a valuable assest to his hierarchy, aswell as a force to be wreckened with toward their enemies. Though he knew no packs yet fond enough with hostility to wreck havoc upon.

As he waltzed at his easy pace, the bitter cold dug beneath his pelt, even in the warm gaze of the springtime sun. He shook his coat, ridding it of small particles of crystalline snow. Entering a diminuitive forest, endless voids of trees and frosted greenery carressed his pelt with their long, brown arms. Sticks probbed and poked at him, annoying his very being. However, in their dead dance within the breeze, life was beginning to sprout. Not just on the tree, either. Birds fluttered noisily, causing furry auds to prick with keen attention.


Nemosis continued wandering, the shout of the breeze echoing in the dense forestry. In an area that grew diminutive of the overgrown greenery, he held back his slow waltz, ending the strides with an abrupt slow-down. From there on he stood, caught up in his diabolical, strategic thoughts. Whatever creature stirred in the shrubbery would've easily been deceived into thinking it'd gone unnoticed, but, Nemosis was no prey. Being far too intellectually advanced to even think of sitting as a harmless duck, unprepared for assault, his ears quivered at every rustle. His obvious, instinctual caution could not be read upon his expression. Let alone assumed of by his closed lids, relying on her keen senses of hearing and smell.

His endeavors within this forest weren't not intent upon any soul mission, for he currently had none. However, the soon present aroma of his packmates flooded within his nostrils. Parting black lids to reveal bright, yellow-green eyes, he took off at a trot. His black tail, covered in frost and onyx, bounced energetically against the hocks of his backlegs. His fangs peered cheekily from their hideaway, peeking with every moment he parted his jaws in an inhalation or pant. Finally, he could smell them. Taste their thick, Canopus stench within his mouth. Slowing, he emerged from a small thicket. The trees parted easily, thin branches and bark merging to let the hellion pass. He was a large, strikingly for his breed, wolf. Nemosis wielded the strength to murder, but the personality to not do so without purpose. His armor and equipment consisted of pyromanipulation, letting the leaves about burst into short furys of flame. In fact, as he neared the couple, he did so. A leaf quite close to Caustic collaped to the snowy, mossy earth. It gave a pathetic puff, silencing it's hissing with eruptions of steam. He flicked his tail with amusement.

He dipped his head respectfully, first at his Alphess, then at Caustic. "I see you two have met one another." His voice was thick, ragged like a cat's purr. However, at the same time, it held a melodic sounding. One that peeled of rythmetic, soothing bells. He had not arrived to see Fiametta's exchange of words.

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[Polaris ♠]

,RAVYN

It was certainly a bitter cold day; the wind sliced right through his thick fur, its strength nearly pulling him back onto his haunches. It did not help that he was rather clumsy to begin with, and it made him agitated to fight against the gusty force. Although he enjoyed his solitude, Ravyn could not help but feel drawn to the scents of his alpha and fellow beta, and the other pack member, Caustic. He did not know them very well and it put him on edge. The black wolf supposed that it was merely his nature and let it be without much of a second thought. The sun was setting anyways; it was Ravyn's favorite time of the day.

Heaving a sigh he trudged through the snow with his nose twitching to catch the scents of his pack mates. A bird called out above his head, and cautiously he looked up at the stark black creature with beady eyes. You can't get me from down there, The bird mocked with a gleam in its eye. The four-legged creatures rarely ever make it this high up the tree. Ravyn rolled his eyes and bunched his shoulders further into his body, giving him a bulky and rather intimidating appearance. "Keep your beak shut you sad excuse for a bird. If it's not me, then it will surely be another that takes your pitiful life." Ravyn snapped before pushing onward past the trees. Sometimes he wished that he did not have the ability to telepathically speak with other animals; it ruined his appetite when he heard the pleading cries of the prey he chased, but it was life and the wolf had to eat something. Mentally Ravyn shrugged. Maybe it would be beneficial in the future, but right now it was just a flat out nuisance. Eventually he came into view of some wolves, their scent familiar and soothing. Cautiously he approached them, his eyes flitting back in forth in anxiety. Females. Just what he needed right now.

"I hope I'm not intruding..." He cut in softly, tail lowered as he nodded first to his alpha, and then to the beta and the other she-wolf standing nearby. Caustic, as he came to know her by, looked rather irritated and so he avoided her gaze. If he was not watchful the black male may find himself bursting into flames. If there was one thing he found out about her, it was her ability to create fire. The onyx male Ravyn did not know much about, as he came into the pack at a later date. Ravyn was not a social creature and did not take the time to get to know newcomers. He knew in the end it would not matter either way.

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word count. 458
muse. Not amazing, but not horrible
comments. Sorry if the post is not that great; occasionally I have difficulty jumping into a thread with more than one other character.

[Glaciers are Cold]

caustic is a meanie,

you take too long can i kill you now?

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,520,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/a2vuas.png); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #202020; text-transform: lowercase;] In the late night, dark smoke wove and pulsated. It shimmered and rose into the air, and was swallowed by the inky indigo of the coal-washed sky. Good-bye. When the ivory she-wolf returned her gaze to the flames, she noticed they had all but sizzled out. However, more dark shapes approached her, bringing with them the scent of wolves. She looked up, and somewhat recognized the ash-dark pallor of the alphess, Fiametta. Quickly she dipped her head, but it was obvious she did not yet respect her leader. That was for the beta wolves to grovel at her paws. Caustic was just a lowly Fighter who would bow but not mean it. That was the way of pack life, she supposed. It would always be too. The haunting blue of Fiametta's eyes stared at her. She did not seem to notice Caustic's pitiful little excuse for a gesture of feigned respect. Rather, she again mentioned her uncanny powers of mind reading – Scandalous! Caustic thought, shuddering – and the fact of the fire should have been obvious. The pale she-wolf cast her eyes downwards. Of course. It could be her, but you know what she would have preferred to blame it on something else. Anything else, but herself. But before she had a chance to respond, another dark-furred wolf approached. His were lime-lemon eyes that quietly observed the scene before intruding. Caustic hadn't noticed his presence until a fizzling sound erupted from her side. She flinched and whipped her head around, hazel eyes staring with what could almost be fear at the cinders that speckled a crumpled leaf. Pale misty smoke rose and swept its wings into the air. No. No! He must be one of them. She must be one of them as well. His hoarse voice intoned with a certain sort of singsongy quality. Almost shakily, she murmured, "No really." Funny how her sarcasm showed most when fear prickled her fur. Still, she managed a small, suspicious glare at the beta. Betas. Always thinking they knew better. Especially the male ones. "Hello, um… I'm sorry, your name escapes me at the moment," she said in a more audible voice. A small murmur distracted her and she turned towards it. Instantly, her troubled face cleared. Now there was someone she recognized! A half smile flitted across her face like a tentative butterfly. "Hey, Ravyn," she greeted him with more warmth than she had with the other two wolves. Sure he was a beta, but even as such he was so quiet and sweet and… normal. Caustic wasn't much of one to have good, observant judgments of others, but she thought of Ravyn as a dependable and honest sort of wolf. But more likely he was sly, manipulative, and a liar, just like all the rest. But just as she preferred to believe she had no powers of fire manipulation, she believed with all her heart that he was perhaps the only defect in the harsh and cold life of a wolf. "So. What are you all doing on this fine night?" she inquired, tilting her head to a side. A playful, almost seductive smile crossed her face. She was no beauty queen, but the soft whites mingling with creams had their charm. Still, she never displayed such for love or lust, usually it was a hope for war, strange as that might seem. Her pale gaze swam over the cliffs and towards the Upper Realm, where she estimated the Chasm of Paranoia might be situated. Discovering her powers had come as a huge blow to her dignity, and she felt that burying her claws deep into the hide of another would distract her. It always did.

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words 615 tags Fiametta, Nemosis, and Ravyn notes yay for war credits rinne

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[fiametta]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/359zg1u.png] Fiametta narrowed her blue eyes at Caustic, sensing the pain in her head. She didn't want to be this way, nor did she ask to be this way. However, just because fire was destructive didn't mean it wasn't a beautiful thing as well. She sensed two more wolves, Nemosis and Ravyn, her betas, one of which was a Pyromanipulator himself. Nemosis had the same ability Caustic seemed to have. The Alphess looked back at the white wolf calmly, noting her irritation, then her serenity when Ravyn arrived. Fiametta had to agree with her thoughts, Ravyn was pretty normal compared to the rest of them. Granted, there was really no such thing as normal. Fiametta silently cursed herself for peering into her packmate's thoughts again. She honestly hated doing it all the time, but it had become a reaction for her over the years, something that just happened. She listened, and their thoughts were clear as though they were coming from their mouths. It was definitely something that she couldn't avoid. She didn't prefer to peer into the minds of her comrades, but things just couldn't seem to stop from revealing themselves to her. She nodded her head once to each of her betas, acknowledging their presence. "You are not intruding, Ravyn, and yes, we have met, Nemosis." She said in her smoothest voice, no real emotion being betrayed through them. She turned her gaze to the female again. "Being a Pyromanipulator is not a bad thing, Caustic. I, for one, encourage it. Fire is a devastating thing, but it is also a beautiful thing that nature created. There isn't one thing on these lands that nature has not created. Fire, water, wind, earth. All of it is the normality of the circle of life. We are born, we live, and we die. That's how it works, but with perks when we live. Our powers are those perks. Besides, I think it's good to have another Pyromanipulator in the pack." Fiametta sighed and grew quiet again, staring at the small fire her fighter had created vanish into the night. Fire is what kept them warm and it was needed in a place like this. The Frost Realm held nothing but frozen mountains and plants. Not much grew here and food was often scarce. She rested her aqua gaze on the other three, realizing how precious each of them was. She treasured their lives, and would do anything as their Alphess to protect them. She wouldn't want to see any of them perish in this life, not while she was around.

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[Polaris ♠]

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[atrb=background,http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/7448/ravyntabletop.png] "Speaking." || Thinking. "Hello Caustic," Ravyn returned the greeting to the white wolf; her demeanor a few seconds before was cold and distant, and the moment he approached it changed. Sure he was the calm in the storm, a current that swirled in the wrong direction, but his presence was not anything special. "And greetings Fiametta, Nemosis." He nodded to each one respectively, giving an extra ounce of energy in his nod to the alpha. It was what he deemed appropriate. Ravyn wondered what it was that led them all here; was it some form of fate, or was it mere chance? Either way his mind mulled it over for a several heartbeats before Caustic spoke up again. What was he doing? Sure the black wolf had a lot on his mind, but that never left him antsy and fidgety before now. He took a quick glance at the fading sun, and the stars that winked at him from their place in the ever-darkening sky. It truly was a sight to behold. Sighing, a wisp of air lingered above his nose as the cold met the heat of his breath. "Just out on an evening walk, Ravyn admitted with sheer embarrassment. Is that what they would normally do? He hated how he always questioned his own motives and attempted to match them up to others. Lost in thought he caught the end of what Fiametta said to Caustic. "Fire, water, wind, earth. All of it is the normality of the circle of life. We are born, we live, and we die. That's how it works, but with perks when we live. Our powers are those perks. Besides, I think it's good to have another Pyromanipulator in the pack." Of course, for them it was completely normal. Having the powers of the elements was powerful, useful. Unlike Ravyn's, which had no other suitable purpose other than to drive him completely mad. It led him to hate hunting the prey, and the birds always mocked his existence from an unreachable branch. It made the black male wonder if Fiametta appreciated what he was capable of, no matter how small and insignificant it was compared to the elemental control. He wanted to ask, but then his insecurities would sit there like an open wound waiting to be torn into, and so left it to mull around in the back of his mind. For now, it was best. It was safer to keep your jaws shut than have them ripped off. Sadly, that's how the world of the wolves worked. Shaking his head, he smiled at Caustic and attempted to show he was at least partially partaking in the conversation. "I t-think your power is magnificent, Ravyn said softly. "More unique than listening to a bunch of babbling birds." _____________________________________ words. 461 muse. Good! musical inspiration. "Beautiful" - 10 Years tag. Whomever is next

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