Eldest (Liviana/Open)

[Sivoncé™]

The slim, slender physique of a young wolven female wove its way through the brush. She held her head high and walked with dignity. Her ears were pricked, always on a constant watch. Though the forest seemed still, she whirled around, spitting crossly at an old pine. "I know you're there, Ralph! Show yourself!" She demanded.
Ralph emerged from behind the pine, eyes narrowed with anxiety and confusion. "Liv...you can't leave the pack. You're pregnant, for Sky's sake! And it's Winter..."
"You've forgotten who I am, dearest Ralph," she sighed, calming a bit.
"I know, Liv, but these are difficult times! You aren't even familiar with these parts yet!" He protested, knowing full well she wouldn't change her mind.
"I've been well into unknown spaces before, Ralph. You know that. I'll be fine. And when the pups are born, I will raise them untill they are six moons. Then it will be for them to choose which life they will lead. Returning to my great-grandmother's pack was a good experiance....but it is not the life for me," She growled lowly, daring him to speak again.
"What about us?" Ralph added, voice hoarse.
"The affection we held was bliss, but you and I both know that it never was and never will be more than that. You do not love me, and I don't love you. There will be another for you. There will be something deeper." Without waiting to see what else her former companion had to say, Liviana turned and strode out of sight. Though she felt bad for leaving Ralph to himself, she knew that they were not meant to be. To live in a pack was not her fate. To live as a loner was not his. And though she still felt affection for him in her own way, and vice versa, it was not enough. Liviana relaxed as she increased the distance between her and the packlands. She was a loner through and through. Nothing would or could ever change that.

[Kismet//Accalia]

Wolfgang hid in the darkness and watched curiously at the two talking wolves. He watched as the female turned to leave into the forest. Looks like someone needs cheering up. And who better to help out than the Wolf Gangster himself! He walked out from the shadows, his long black fur blowing in the breeze. First impressions are always good. Especially when you're trying to cheer someone up... I think.

[Sivoncé™]

Liv grunted with mild distaste. "What now? Show yourself before I shred you. And trust me, pregnancy will not stop me from shredding you," she snapped to the swishing ferns. Wolf scent was about, and it was fresh.

[Kismet//Accalia]

Well that was fast. Wolfgang sighed and walked in front of the wolf. "Why hello. And who might you be?" He words were very cheerful like they always were. He's just a cheerful wolf. Remember, first impressions. That'll help you make another wolf's gloomy day a happy one.

[Sivoncé™]

Liviana allowed her fur to lie flat, but still remained alert and somewhat tense. "My calling is Liviana, but most know me as Liv. And yours?" Her voice was wistful, as if she didn't much care. And in truth, she didn't. He paws were itching to continue and find a safe place to bear her pups.

[Kismet//Accalia]

"The name's Wolfgang. Also known as the Wolf Gangster." Wolfgang winked. "So where are you heading off to? And who was that other wolf you were talking to back there?" He was always curious about where others were going. Since he seemed to have no care in the world, he always followed the first wolf that he saw.

[Sivoncé™]

Liviana snorted in amusement. "Wolf Gangster, eh? And that's none of your business, ignorant excuse for a wolf!" She laughed, unable to hold it in. "I've never heard of an idiot who calls themself a gangster! This must be a new breed of dumbasses!"

[Kismet//Accalia]

"Eh..." Usually it took a lot to make Wolfgang mad. This only helped a little bit. "Well... what kind of name is Liviana? Or Liv? What wolf calls themselves that? Hmm?" His tail lashed once, but it wasn't with anger. It was with how much curiosity Wolfgang wanted to know what would happen next.

[Sivoncé™]

Liv laughed even harder. "My great-grandmother was the great leader known as Sky of Shimmering Mist. My great-grandfather was the leader of Storm Mist, Wind. My grandparents are Rhain, the Goddess of Spring, and Regulus, the tyrant who raped her. My parents are Lucinda and Diablo, former healers of Blood Mist, who found freedom as loners. My name is a lost one, and you won't find any with a name like it," she explained between laughing fits.

[Kismet//Accalia]

Great now I'm being laughed at... Oh wait! "Yea! It worked! Go me, go me, go me!" Wolfgang jumped up and down with excitement. "I rule! It actually worked and I never noticed! Hah!" He looked right in Liviana's eyes. "IN YOUR FACE!"

[Sivoncé™]

Liv ceased laughing and flashed her claws dangerously. "Uh huh, what worked? Did you finally realize how stupid you sound? Were you part of some ignorance contest or something?!"

[Kismet//Accalia]

"No, of course not!" Wolfgang was still chuckling. "I'm going to do that contest with my friends next week. I wanted to make you happy because you looked so down. That's my job around these parts. Putting a smile on everyone's face. But it looks like you're annoyed now." He had a feeling he would be chased away are yelled at for being so idiotic. One gets used to it after awhile, anywhos.

[Sivoncé™]

Liviana smiled, but did not laugh or mock him further. "Eh...let's just say pack life is definitly not what it's cracked up to be. It's good to be back in the free lands again...." She scented the air, welcoming the sharp, cold smells of winter in the freelands. "Where are you headed?"

[Kismet//Accalia]

"No where, really." Wolfgang looked down at his paws. "I just follow the first wolf that walks by. I guess, because I really have nothing better to do. Where are you going?"

[Sivoncé™]

Liviana, deciding that he was no threat, padded onward at a leisurely pace, not minding that he followed. "Eh...looking for a birthing den. I'm too young to do this, you know!" She sighed heavily. "It was a mistake. He doesn't see it that way, though," she flicked her tail, referring to Ralph, who she'd been speaking to before. "I don't know if I'd make a very good mother..."