Feel the powder (Open)

[Michelangelo]

ooc: Please note he is searching for supporters to make a pack with. So if you have a lone wolf interested feel free to join in even if someone else is already here. ]

His head was even with his shoulders as he marched throw the powdered snow that covered the peaks. It felt so welcomed under his paws for it was what he was use to. With each crunch his paws made he felt more and more at home, but he never allowed his guard to fall. He knows that the world is cruel and at any moment someone could show up out for blood. Then again he wouldn't whimper like a scared pup and cowardly run away either. No he would stay and fight until he is the winner. Like some stubborn wolf that never knows when to quiet he won't allow some attacker to beat him. After all he had won with the fight against his eldest brother Hunter, but was unable to kill him do to that blasted woman butting it where she wasn't needed. What a fool he had been for letting her get inside his head and heart. Only someone stupid like he had been would listen to a woman trying to stop them from killing their enemy. So what if it had been his brother he meant nothing to Mich. He trying to steal what was rightfully his. If only their father and the rest of the pack had been there to see it then Annabelle wouldn't have stopped him and Mich would not only be her mate, but heir as well. Brotherly love means nothing to him, unless he gained from it, not the other way around.

His eyes blinked three times before he forced on the things around him. His ears were up, but they were also pushed back slightly as well. His eyes where narrowed as he marched forward on the softly shaped peaks. I could get used to living here. He thought to himself as he came to a stop. Icy blue eyes looking out into the cold and frozen land in their own cold and frozen way. Sucking in a deep breath he let it out through his nose making steam come out. What is he some fire breathing creature? Hmm, maybe he is. He surely doesn't care what others think he is only then the wolf that can and will kick their butts if they pick a fight with him. Lowering himself on his hind legs he sat down while looking at the view around him. His tail curled around his left side hugging his leg and touching his paw. Feeling a cold spring breeze whip though his coat he smirked at the bitter feeling that wasn't able to sink through his fur into his warm coat. Sitting there he sat in silence and in a way that he beamed with price of himself yet not in some cocky way.

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/29f4k7d.png] The cold winds of the peaks swirled and danced around her, chilling her to the bone but somehow the feel of it calming her. She enjoyed the cold, enjoyed the frigidness against her skin; at least it was another feeling aside from that of anger or unhappiness. Her body was curled around itself, ears perked up higher then usual to catch any sound that would cross her way or carry itself in the wind. Her lips were pulled back in bitter distaste, her sightless eyes flickered back and forth through the darkness in which she ''saw''. The sound of paw prints in the soft snow of the peaks filled her ears, and she recoiled back into the shadows of several boulders, wanting her make herself hidden until she knew what she was up against, or at least have an idea whom this was. It was such a pain being blind; it caused so much unneeded tension. Jezebel listened careful, head cocked to the side, throat rumbling with the treat of emitting a growl. Finally, it won and erupted into the air, and with that Jezebel stepped out into the open. Her body untwisted itself and jumped up in one, quick, flowed movement, probably surprising the other with her company. ''Who wanders here? Speak up so I can hear you.'' She shot out boldly, head waving atop her neck to catch the voice that was sure to answer. She was crouched slightly toward the ground, tail raised and hackles and muscles bunched together. Until she found out who the hell was invading her resting-place, this position would be kept. If it was a female, she was in for some trouble; she only had to blame her sister for what mind-set, however. The winds howled and the clouds loomed in the distance, the cold air wrapping around her like a winter blanket. Her nose was stuck high into the air to catch the scent of the one who was now in her presence, sniffing fiercely at the cool air. Her face was twisted into a scowl, lips quivering as they pulled themselves back slightly, still enraged and defensive of her little oasis. She knew that the anger that she showed off was more out of sadness then anything; why hadn't she fought back against her sister? Why did this have to happen to her? It wasn't fair, but then again, life never was. As Jezebel crouched there, warped in her surroundings, something started to heat in her forehead. The blackness that filled her vision started to glow, and a light seemed to shine from the center. She felt her body shaking, and her sense starting to blur. Herr lips moved without saying words, and she tucked her chin down so that the stranger could not see what was happening. A vision; how dainty. ''Now but one, soon to be few, a lad would search for more to come.'' The riddle seethed from between her lips in a hushed voice, probably inaudible to the fellow who had just joined her. Once things went back to normal - her sight going black, her body no longer shaking - she would bring her chin back up, a look of slight confusion overtaking her pallid features. ''Are you looking for others to help you with something?'' She asked cautiously, putting her prophesy skills to the test. Though they were in the midsts of evolving still, she was learning fast, and assumed this to be the perfect practice. What a little oddball she was.

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[Michelangelo]

Coming shortly.