Fire & Ice (Surry/Open)

[firework]

A growl began to make it's way up from the pitch black male's chest as he continued to trudge through the deep snow, the chill reaching his skin and making him shiver a bit. Why did they have to go where there was snow? Why couldn't his stupid sister have a power that didn't require water? Shalim hated the snow and wasn't quite sure how he had been conned into coming her but his sister did have a way of talking him into pretty much anything. His stomach growled as they continued to travel further up the mountain, his sister bounding ahead as she enjoyed the snow.

His eyes were glowing a bright red color as his frustration continued to grow as the snow reached his underbelly. Another growl escaped his jaws until a sudden idea came to mind. While his sister had the power over water, he had the power over fire. Closing his eyes for a moment, it only took a second for him to reach into his mind and pull out his pyromanipulation powers. A smile crossed his face as he felt the warmth around his large black paws as small flames encircled his feet, melting the icy snow as he walked making the way much easier.

Finally catching up to his sister, his glowing red eyes gazed out over the mountains before he turned to look at her.

"Where are we going?! You know I hate the snow." he complained, a growl in his voice as he shook his jet black coat out, sending snowflakes flying.

[Surreptitious]

Shachar bounded up and down the snow banks, she even rolled in it a couple times. She loved the snow, it helped her clear her mind whenever things troubled her, and today, Shalim was bugging her. "Shal whenever we go close to snow you pout and cause issues, seriously, with your power, snow shouldn't slow you down" she said rolling her ice blue eyes.

She ran up ahead of him and rolled in the snow a bit, knowing the snow usually didn't stick around for her, she usually has to find solid earth fast before Shalim exploded. "We're just wandering" she said to Shalim once he caught up. She looked at her feet, she hated lying to him, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him that they were looking for a pack. "But I have a feeling that where ever we end up, it will be amazing!" she sighed. then stopped and sniffed, she could smell wolf, male wolf mixed with other wolves. Shachar instantly got excited and decided to slide down the snowy bank towards what looked like a small meadows with a stream.

Tags: Shalim, Nifth (the male she smelt)
Word Count: 207

[firework]

Shalim sighed when she said they were just wandering though the tone of her voice made him feel like there was something she wasn't telling him. He narrowed his bright red eyes as he watched her take off once more, unsure whether to follow her or shoot fire at her. Finally realizing that he couldn't and wouldn't actually shoot fire at his only sister, he continued down the snowy slope, his flaming paws leaving large holes in the snow, melting it all the way down to the bare earth beneath it.

When he caught sight of the clearing with no snow and a stream, he realized just how thirsty he was and picked up the pace so he could get a drink faster. His long pink tongue lolled out of his mouth as he came up beside Shachar and he lowered his head into the water and lapped up some of the coolness before sitting down near the stream, absentmindedly letting the flames around his paws slowly fade out. His red eyes gazed around them and a soft breeze drifted past, bringing with it the scent of other wolves.

Lots of other wolves. Shalim pricked his ears to see if they had any company before glancing over at Shachar who didn't seem worried in the least.

"Hey Sha, I think we should keep going. It smells like there is a pack of wolves nearby." he spoke softly to her, rising to his paws as the fur along his back began to bristle a bit at the possibility of intruders attacking them. A growl began to rumble up in Shalim's throat as his bright red eyes scanned the higher grounds around them, waiting to see if any wolves would show themselves.

[Surreptitious]

Shachar slid down the steep incline then bolted across the meadow and jumped into the water making a huge splash. she started lapping up the water then bounced around in the water. "Hey! Shal want me to catch us a fish?!" she asked happily. then proceed to stare at the water, she closed her eyes and summed up her powers, she calmed down the water and made and then stuck her head underwater and snagged a fish that was nibbling at her paw. She quickly threw it onto the back and watched as it smashed into a rock and died. "go, on Shal it looks delicious!" she said nudging her brother to the fish.

She rolled around on the grass for a bit then sat up straight. Blades of grass clung to her fur and a couple spots of dirt showed up on her. She went over and licked her brothers ear and sniffed the air. "Nothing to worry about, smells like they're two packs, one close, one a bit further away, and one male by himself kinda close" she decided to leave out the fact that it seemed like the further pack was moving to wards them.

Word Count: 212
Tags: Nifth, Shalim, Caustic (Canopus pack closing in)

[firework]

Shalim still wasn't completely convinced that they were safe and as the breeze continued to brush past them, the scent of wolves came closer to him. Anger and anxiety began to build up inside of Shalim and he felt flames begin to lick around his feet, making their way up all four of his legs as he became more on edge. His bright red eyes continued to sweep across the terrain, knowing that it had to be only a matter of time before wolves showed up.

"Packs of wolves aren't a good idea. You know they capture loners all the time." he added as he turned his head to glance over his shoulder at his sister and the looke back towards their surroundings.

Shachar still seemed to be unbothered by the potent danger that was lingering around them as she continued to bounce around in the cool water from the stream. When a sudden slapping noise reached his ears, Shalim spun around quickly to face the fish, the flames suddenly racing up the rest of his legs as he prepared to attack whatever it was that had made the noise though the only thing in his sight was a dea fish Shachar had just caught laying on the bank near him.

[Surreptitious]

Shachar sighed and stared at her brother "Shalim, calm down, we'll be fine. Why don't you go find us a cozy cave to sleep in, then light a fire to keep us warm and ill get us more fish" she said brushing her tail over him to reassure him, "ill holler if I need help ok?" she said licking his muzzle then splashing into the water sending drops over to Shalim.

She calmed down the water again and stared at the water, she wasn't actually looking, she had her ears pricked and was listening for the male, she knew he was coming closer at a fast rate, and she was intrigued. She put the tip of her tail in the water luring the fish to it, until she sprung but missed "DANG!" she spat. Shachar was very distracted, she wanted Shalim to leave so the male would come over. She wanted to be in a pack again, have a mate, and have a happy healthy family, she couldn't help but hope this could be her salvation

Word Count: 194
Tags: Nifth, Shalim

[firework]

Shalim growled once more at how calm she was about all of this but didn't argue and instead stalked away, heading towards what looked like a few caverns in the side of the mountains further up from where they were then. He forced the flames to lower to just his feet, trying to calm himself down with little successful. His red eyes stared ahead as he made his way back up through the snow and to the mouth of one of the caverns. It was decently roomy inside and there was no snow in the darkness either which was good enough for Shalim.

Glancing over his shoulder once more to make sure Shachar was still alright he turned to face her before shouting down to her.

"If you get captured then I have the right to say I told you so!" he growled down to her before turning around and stalking into the cave. It didn't take long for Shalim to find some sticks and sweep them into a pile and light them on fire. The light illuminating the darkness of the cavern. Water drips could be heard from deeper inside the cave which made Shalim have no desire to go any deeper. Water wasn't his thing. That was Shachar's thing and he could already see her bounding down the dark tunnel to find the little puddle of water so she would play in it.

[Glaciers are Cold]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 308px;] Memories swirl with every step he takes, rising in furious clouds like wasps, and settling down gently as soft-fringed feathers. The dust that clots the hourglass sands of time itself. Nifth is in rememberance of those old times. He wonders about them, wondering why it takes so long for him to recollect. They're memories. Things that happened to me. So why don't I remember them anymore? he thinks to himself. This is a truth he will never know, like a bittersweet taste of lemon-lime something he can't recall, a hidden whisper, a long-lost song. A persistent melody whose absence is ever more torturous. But he does remember, he remembers a some-thing. He remembers a time when the pack he belongs to—Martyr—had a wolf, a lovely she-wolf, but she was not of Martyr. She was a captive, a beautiful captive, but captured all the same. "Why?" he had asked. "Why can't you leave?" I can't… "You are too pretty, jewel of the barren lands. You are like… A dove." I… "Jewel-dove, you must fly. I will help you." And he did, and she flew. And she flew to lands not known to him, and lands beyond him and his capacity to know. And he didn't see her ever again, but he does remember her. One can't forget a memory of a jewel-dove, a precious little thing like that. And he never forgets. Voices nearby arouse him. They are happy. They are dancing. The enthusiasm pulsing through their hearts is addicting. But then, they pause and all is silence. Nifth strains his ears to hear, his white-washed amber stomach pressed tightly to the snowy bank. He inches forwards a little, his tawny-golden muzzle with its dabs of tanned paint creeping over the top edge. It rotates until the clear picture of two wolves—strange wolves at that: one ash-black and the other ivory-white—appear. They seem to be somewhat anxious, or at least the darker one is. Nifth watches as the dream-pale she-wolf lopes off to a little creek, where she proceeds to poke at the waters with her paws, her eyes glinting brightly as the sun catches and twists the light. The she-wolf is quite beautiful, her fur a mane of dove-downy feathers with excited paws that move like a gavotte. And although her eyes are crystal orbs of a frigid and cruelly cold blue, they hold warmth within them as powerful as flames. She has a spirit to her, like a jeweled ornament that possesses life of its own, a radiant and perpetual joy. Meanwhile, the male is a dark thing, a sense of protectiveness and foreboding about him. He seems cautious. Sly. Calculating. A nest of uncomfortable aura projected from him. Nifth decides then and there—without even knowing their names and history—that he likes the female but not the male. She is a pretty thing. The male… looks scary, he thinks. He turns his attention onto the female, watching as she dips her paws into the cool water only to snatch out a fiercely wriggling fish. The fish flies up and over, and for a fraction of a heartbeat, the sunlight carves the glittering of the water splashes, and they are fine diamonds, twinkling stars. Mist sprays out and engulfs the snowy land. A tinkling bubbly laughter rises over the mist like thick fog. Nifth’s heart yearns all the more now. He accepts the thick, embodying mist as it softly rolls over him, scraping at his fur. Ahh bliss. He leaps from his cover and sidesteps over to the two wolves, whose voices have risen. Then they break off, and the haughty male stalks over to the caverns situated deep into the clefts of the snowy cliffs. Goodbye, he thinks sardonically. The gorgeous female remains, and he thinks she is looking at something. Him? No the water. His heart melts a little. The gauzy-amber wolf takes a step. And another step. And another one. He peers at her through eyes run through with emotions. "H-h-hi pretty birdy," he stutters, hot humiliation washing his face. "I-I mean—" But he does not finish his sentence. For what does he mean? She is a wolf, yes that is true, but at the same instant she is… not. She is—above—being a wolf. She is a bird, a dream, a spirit. She is a delicate thing on the outside but deep inside is a caged songbird bursting free. 'Birdy' he said, and that is what he means: he always says what he means. And what he means is always, in its own abstract way, the truth.

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[firework]

Shalim had been sitting in the cavern for awhile now and he was starting to wonder what was taking Shachar so long to get up here with the fish, hunger was being to gnaw at his stomach. Finally he rose to his paws and padded to the mouth of the cavern, his red eyes gazing down at the pool he had left her at to see a new male standing there speaking to her. A growl instantly rose into his throat and he felt the warmth of the flames licking up around his paws as he began to make his way down the hill he had climbed earlier to get to the cave. A soft growl was still rumbling up from his chest as he came down towards the two, finally stopping beside the new male, stepping slightly in between the two of them.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" he growled, his red eyes narrowed as he stared down the new male, the flames still circling his paws and melting the snow that he stood on. His eyes glanced from Shachar to the male, waiting for one of them to speak. New wolves never meant anything good for them. Especially a male that seemed to be showing an interest in Shachar. And Shalim knew his sister, she would probably get so excited that there was another male and fall for him even before she learned his name. Then Shalim would be the one to have to clean up the mess after he torched the mongrel.

[Surreptitious]

Shachar pretended to be interested in the water when really she was listening, she felt him watching her, his gaze burned into her skin making her shiver. She was surprised to notice that he just kept looking at her, she wanted him to speak. She snapped her head up and saw him close, it surprised her, why didn't she hear him. She shook her head to clear it, and when he spoke she stood frozen in place. It took her awhile to comprehend what he had said H-h-hi pretty birdy. Shachar shivered at his voice and she giggled at what he said. what had this wolf instantly captivated her?

She stepped out of the stream and stood in front of him, she found it adorable how he stumbled over his words, a sure sign he was interested in her. She felt like her legs were numb and she racked her mind for some words. She finally managed to coke out a hello pitifully. She silently cursed herself.

She practically jumped out of her skin when Shalim spoke, she was dazed and confused , had he been there all along? she finally found her voice when she saw the hate in her brothers eyes. "Shalim, clam down, everything is ok, he wont hurt me" she said brushing her tail over his ruff, leaving water drops behind it to calm him down. She licked his muzzle and sat beside him but in front of him, giving space between him and the other male wolf.

Word Count: 263
Tags: Nifth, Shalim