Misery Loves its Company {open}

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Summertime again. Oh the joy. Not really. With a disgruntled sigh the bodice of a handsomely healthy ivory male continued its clime to the Xavrien Heights. Nearly a full year in these southern lands and Blitzkrieg still felt a deep yarning for the year-round comfort of chilling temperatures and frost-coated nights. Than again, there were lots of things Blitz wished he still had; his homeland, his mate, his family, his pups, his friends. But sadly, he had accepted long ago that one could not turn back time. He was stuck here, watching from a distance as his son grew up in the pack he'd left him in. Blitz didn't dare go near the whelp, partially from shame and partially fear of the young one. It was a little late to put himself back in the pup's life after leaving him, days old in the care of heaven knew who. The pup would probably hate him. It was just safer to stay away.

With a sigh the pale-eyed brute finally reached his destination, the high clear plain that was the Xavrien Heights. Gazing around with nearly colorless eyes, Blitz thanked the gods that it was nearly sundown. Though he was a white wolf, his pelt was thick, suited for long winters and bone-chilling nights. Here, his coat had little purpose except for the short wintertimes that came with a blessed cold and left in the blink of an eye. Mumbling on about the foresaken heat, claiming he was probably going to burn alive before his fifth year, Blitz settled himself in the shadow of a growth of gorse.

Too hot to hunt, panting hard from his short climb, and just plain too lazy to track out any scents the ivory brujo simply laid where he was and stared at the open lands around him. This place was the closest thing he'd seen to his tundra home in nearly a year. It was open and gave him a wide range of vision as well as tempting him to race the wind though he wouldn't dare with this summertime heat blazing unmercifully upon his unfortunately thick-furred body. So, with nothing better to do, Blitzkrieg laid his head upon his outstretched front paws and let his nearly white eyes slide closed as the summertime humidity lulled him to sleep. He stood out, stark white, among a sea of green grass and dark green gorse but he could care less. His carefree nature simply made him the way, laid back and going with the flow. He could fall asleep on the edge of a cliff and be perfectly content.

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Well...the sun was going down and i bet the whole earth here was freaking thankful. Let me tell you...having a freaking thick winter fur that still has not shed off into a thinner one? Really freaking SUCKED and well so far Euro was not really liking it. She has been traveling for much time....from where her family had left her...from where the world left her we should say. She was now coming back to live up the name of her family. She had nobody growing up...only some elderly female who took her in only for a matter of time. But since long it was all her...and well nobody else its just how the world wanted her future to be. Her white sprinkled fur was blazing in the dimming sunlight as she didn't even bother to make huge moves. Anything would make her panth. Even the light trot, just sitting under a light fern taking in the gentle warm breeze that came over her way. She narrowed her eyes as her pink tongue spilled neatly from her parted jowls her panting stopped as she pronged her ears to anothers paw steps. Listening intently she scented the air...male? She pinned her auds back, shifting upward she saw white movement from the bushes and tensed, watching carefully at the ivory brute who passed in silence.

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An odd tickling in Blitzkrieg's nose made him mumble in his sleep, protesting to the idea of waking from his dreams of running under the Northern Lights. Sadly the tickle was persistent. Grumbling all the while, Blitz pulled his eyelids apart revealing his nearly colorless pale blue eyes. Auds swerved as somewhere the undergrowth rustled loudly in the summer dryness. With a mighty yawn that for a moment revealed his long ivory fangs, Blitz raised his from his front legs and looked about. Breathing in the humid air, Blitz searched for the persistent scent that roused him from his blissful slumber away from this forsaken heatwave. To his surprise, Blitzkrieg wasn't greeted with a prey scent. No, it was a wolf scent and it smelled feminine. It was a wolfess, most likely making her rounds in search of the prey Blitz had never bothered hunting in this region.

With an unwilling groan, Blitzkrieg levered himself up onto all four legs and out of his sphinx position. Shaking out a few bits of grass daring to try and stain his coat, Blitz turned his pale gaze to the undergrowth where the femmora's scent was strongest. Sitting back on his haunches in the shade, the arctic-dweller stared toward the scent of the she-wolf. His gaze was sleepy, posture visibly droopy as if the summer heat weighed him down. During the summer months he looked downright pathetic. During the winter however, Blitz was king. For right now however, it was too hot to hunt and defiantly too hot to fight.

"Come out whoever you are. It's too warm to be sneaking around under cover, at least in the open there's a breeze" Blitz barked in a tired, sleepy voice. "It is defiantly too hot to fight, whatever your opinion of this blasted southern land may be."

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From what she could see from the ferns she licked her lips and lowered once more her body to the ground as the male seemed to lazy to do anything. Plus she really didn't have the down right want to speak to anybody. She leaned forward slightly to groom down her pad that she had injured last night on a hunt which was much better now compared to the pain that jolted in it last night. She twitched her ears as the grass crunched under his weight making her once more snap her attention back on his unworthy self. She narrowed her gaze with annoyance simply listening to the words that many say. Since she has entered these lands she has come to no that the weather right now sucked. Her sleek beautiful fur was plastered to her bodice. More to come that yes she has taken a swim. She flickered her ears and let out a snarl as he told her to show herself. What if I don't? she spat to herself and walked slowly to where he sat. Her figure sat down in front of him and she looked at him with her mighty cold blue gaze....that was so much like a long dead wolf named Tundra. But this time lets be polite. Her cinnamon kissed pelt was slightly damp the color being darker then it should be but being more like a light creme. Worthless now are we? she hissed in a cold unfeeling tone...a smirk playing over her lips in a devilish way.

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Ice. That was what he thought of when he heard the femmora's voice at last. Normally when Blitz thought of ice, it was affectionate memories of his homeland. Now however he was thinking of the northern shores where the moving ice plates had killed more than one wolf in his pack. Deciding it was time to stop being so sleepy and get his wits about him, Blitzkrieg sighed and closed his nearly colorless eyes for a moment before opening them. Turning his gaze toward the place he heard the she-wolf's voice coming from he simply stared for several long heartbeats.

"I don't care if you do or you don't come out to be honest" Blitzkrieg admitted with a wolf-shrug. The handsome marble male turned his gaze in the opposite direction of the huntress, as though ignoring her for something more interesting as he tasted the wind. To his disappointment he found nothing more interesting to occupy this time which mean he couldn't leave with his dignity intact. That also meant the likelyhood of finding prey once the sun went down wasn't good. Oh well. Hunting could wait for a bit, at least until it got cooler.

Turning his attention back to the place where the wolfess was hiding. He flicked his tail against the sun-baked ground, simply watching the undergrowth, unblinking. "Worthless you say?" he mused, wolf-shrugging again. "No one is worthless, not entirely. I'm simply lazy during the summer. I don't know who you southern wolves stand this blasted heat."

Yes, friendly conversation. That would be a bit better than dead silence. Blitzkrieg hated silence. Laughter, joking, growling, snarling. Anything was better than pure silence, especially between two strangers. Might as well try to make nice, especially since this wolfess sounded like she had one pawful of a temper or at least a chilly personality. Normally Blitzkrieg didn't mind icy or chilly but for right now he would almost prefer some warmth.

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Her cool gaze did not leave him as his did. It wondered all over the damn place and this pissed her off. Many did that to her. More then that everyone did. You could think that maybe she would have gotten used to it already? But she hasn't. She eyed him as he turned once more in her direction which was close enough what ever. She listened to him and snorted getting up she walked slowly the other way to find something to eat. The sun was gratefully now setting and well it was time to feast. Says you. She told him blankly not even stating her name. Southern wolf? Oooo if you knew where I'm from you mutt. she spat in her mind and said nothing. Euro being one of those wolves that did not speak to you if you seemed unworthy to her. Those who could not help her with normal stuff. Such as hunting and protecting something. For one thing him so far. Which was everything actually not only him. Her damp tail twitched as she kept her easy silent walk down the treeless path, her nostrils flaring slightly taking in the dry scent of the drenched forest. She looked over her shoulder back to the male. Have you hunted here, she asked him. The question not really being a question but more like a blank statement. Looking over her shoulder, cold sapphire orbs looking at him.

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Blitzkrieg was used to the cold shoulder. He got it alot. His rather care-free nature making him frowned upon by many wolves he met but Blitz wasn't going to change for just one or two disapproving looks. This femme could throw her worst at him and he would merely shrug and drop off into his doze until roughly midnight when he would wake and begin his hunt. He watched her through colorless eyes as she prepared to take her leave, not giving her name so he kept his to himself. Friendship must be offered but also given in return. He had offered, she had not returned so he would remain quiet.

Just as he began to debate about drifting back off to doze, the wolf's ears pricked as the huntress spoke once more. Blitz made a face of dislike. "Hunt here? Ha! There's nothing to hunt but pathetic squirrels and rabbits." Glancing at the sky and seeing the sun nearly set Blitz decided to begin his hunt early tonight. He would have a ways to go before he found his preferred prey. Sure rabbits and squirrels were alright in a pinch but Blitz was raised on tough caribou hide and savory moose meat. Nothing less than deer or elk even in this southern land could truly satisfy his hunger and his thirst for a good long run in the moonlight chasing his prey. Besides, his mother had taught him that hunting rabbits meant times were hard. Save the easy prey for winter months when it was rabbit or starvation.

Rising to his paws, Blitzkrieg gave his lush fur a brisk shake and stretched to loosen his sleep-stiffened legs. "Real hunting can be found down by the river. There's a small deer herd there but nothing of worth here," he informed the femmora.

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Once more the brisk prickly female kept her gaze on him. She really could careless on what he thought of her. Being sure it was along the lines of just another of the forest wolves. She looked around in disgust. Not really understanding how the hell anybody could live here actually. She turned back around to look at him as he told her about the deer herd making her stomach tighten with hunger. If its meat is worth much. she told him without emotion not even bothering to glare at him. She turned back around done with his useless ass when he spoke again the information she clearly wanted in the first place. She flickered her auds back. Very well. Care to hunt together, she barked to him turning her slim body around to face him. Friendship? No way. She wasn't that kind of female. Trust? Last thing on earth. She has been broken in ever way. Its simple. Don't trust and you wont get hurt. Her simply questioning for going on a hunt together was to get MORE then each one of them could get. Euro being a strong well built female...along with him who was not so skimpy himself. She waited for his answer. If he said no it was fine. She didn't need him, it was just a suggestion.

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"Rabbits are food for starvation" Blitz barked smoothly with only a hint of distaste, almost matching the femme's emotionless tone. He had just turned and prepared to head down the bluffs toward the river when the request of the femme reached his auds. Flicking his ears, Blitz stopped walking and turned his gaze back to her. He was almost surprised but he didn't let it show. Considering what he'd found out about this female so far meant she was emotionless and the farthest thing from her mind was a friendly conversation, Blitzkrieg almost grinned in victory when she asked to hunt. Almost. A grin would scare her off. Blitz wouldn't flaunt his small victory. At least she'd gotten that look out of her eye that plainly said she thought he was a lazy, good for nothing idiot. He could see it still lingering in her mind but he didn't push his surprising luck.

"Alright then" Blitzkrieg barked. Why refuse a lady's company? That was just rude and everyone knew Blitz was the model of being a gentleman.

Turning once more, Blitzkrieg loped toward the lower river valley where he'd scented deer earlier. His step was brisk, colorless gaze scanning the river winding below them and his paws making a steady but soft thump on the ground as his sturdy bulk headed toward the serpent of water below. Powerful muscles flexed in his shoulders and haunches, ivory fur rippling smoothly over the mass. Faded blue eyes caught sight of the deer herd below as he continued his decent, no longer paying any heed to the femmora, whether she chose to follow, race ahead or just decided it wasn't worth her time.

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Euro spoke nothing as he agreed and just nodded her blue gaze just looking at him. She actually bothering to make eye contact with someone. She flickered her tail as he got up and fallowed none the less. Once she could scent the river she parted from his trail and around it where the scent of the stupid rather good tasting animals lingered. Lets say there was about five in the herd. Small...but enough to fill ones stomach for a night. Even then, fish the biggest buck and bring it down with the males help. Buttt sharing a meal was not something that ran through her thoughts. Being solitary and well isolated but that was ok. She would have to learn if she ever wanted to become a member of the pack her mother was in. By this time she was on the other side of river...walking toward the white wolf almost as if closing in on the herd. But she was careful not to be seen. Less heard. Her breathing rose her sides as she scanned each and one of them with pricing blue candles. Before looking down at the white male waiting for him to bust a move. She licked her lips her fit frame standing on all four paws. Hidden parshly in the moonlights glimmer to sorta conseal her creme hued pelt. She waited a bit longer her annoyance with the brute increasing. Why the hell is he taking so long?! She thought in her mind and looked over at him again. Well as if now she thought the hunting for two thing was over and he thought she was kidding about that. Shooting forward, her femme bodice took move...large bold muscles ripping her still damp frame as she propelled herself forward at a shocking speed. It was strange...as when she ran her paws barley made noise when they hit the sunbaked earth, now covering almost 1/2 the ground any other could. Now, the herd has picked up her movements, more likely seen her as they all shot away in one direction. If the male did not make his move the matter of him eating where slim. Keeping up smoothly at the tail of one of the medium sized doe, Euro snapped at her hinds letting out snarls and barks scaring the doe tailless. Successfully Euro herded the doe away from the others singling her out. A smirk played over her lips, with a single pounce on the does bodice she was down squirming to get back up from under Euro's wait. Fangs clomped down right under the does head wounding the tender flesh and digging holes into the passage of its breathing. Slowly its eyes went glossy and fresh meat was laid before her. Instead of letting go of the neck she ripped the chunk she bit down into off clearly, chewing it and swallowing it she looked around feeling eyes watching her. She turned to look around to find herself in a moonless area more like a rooted forest place. Sick she spat her herself, her ears flicking up to the sounds wondering if the male hunted or not. Once more feeling watched she turned around cold bright eyes looking over the shadows one by one returning them back on her catch. She lowered her head and gnawed right into the whole she had made on her pray ripping tiny bits of flesh off eating them swiftly....feeling uneasy again. A twig snapped in back of her and she turned to see a hog sprinting away in her presence. She sneezed with annoyance and lowered her head back to her meal...right when her lips touched the warm meat she was hit from the side smashed into the ground. Barking loudly she snapped away, her balance regaining. Did we not tell you to NEVER to come back, Tundra darling?

[/b] a deep male voice hissed at her, making tis way toward her a smirk played over his lips a evil laugh escaping his lips. Euro flinched at the loud hiss but stood her groud baring her fangs she aggressively snarled at him not responding to his words. Having no idea on what he meant...and anyway...who was this Tundra?[/blockquote][/size]

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A snarl of frustration and irritation rippled from Blitzkrieg as he saw the femme make her move. Idiot. She hadn't scanned the herd properly because obviously she hadn't seen the limping young buck near the heart of the herd. Instead she went for one of the perfectly healthy does. Snarling at his lost chance, Blitz decided to move anyway. Worst case scenario he'd have to spend another few hours hunting up the herd again. True, snarling wasn't often heard from Blitzkrieg but he was irritated by these southern wolves. In his home they could and often did spend half a night patrolling a herd and watching, waiting for the weakest to show itself.

Uncoiling his powerful muscles the brujo made his move. He race along side the herd rather than dividing them all at once. His paws beat a steady drumming rhythm into the sun-hardened ground. Blitz watched the deer, pale eyes scanning them for that limping buck he'd spotted earlier. Catching sight of it near the back, Blitzkrieg fell back alongside it. Tongue lulling from his parted maw, Blitzkrieg moved. Leaping sideways the ivory brujo sank his fangs into the tough hide of the animal and felt it unbalance, crumpling under his weight. Removing his fangs from the shoulder, Blitzkrieg sank his teeth into the neck of the writhing, paining animal and held on, wary of the sharp hooves and small rack of antlers.

Just as Blitz released the dead beast, his ears perked. Breathing in, Blitzkrieg caught the scent of the femmora and fresh deer blood. She had made her catch. Just as he parted his powerful jaws to feast on his prize however, another scent caught Blitz's attention. Raising his head, he stood stalk still, glowing in the moonlight washing over his thick white pelt. Turning his head, ears swerving, Blitzkrieg searched for the source of the disturbance. The sound of a hissing growl gave Blitz a general direction. Leaving his prize, the Arctic born male padded toward where Euro was. He hung back however, watching. A male scent assaulted his senses making his lips curled back and his hackles bristle. A growl was unborn in his chest but it was there, waiting for motivation. He glanced at the fae whom was several yards away from him before returning his gaze to the darkness, waiting for the newcomer to appear.

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A powerful annoyed growl came from Euro as the male sniffed over her catch. Pissed her off more then ever. Lunging she barked loudly her pads lifting up dirt and leaves as she sent an attack toward the male. Her fangs flashed, but just when she was about to bite he flashed away laughing. Oh? Just like you always been.

[/b] He laughed drawing around Euro, with taunting eyes fallowing her half of the way. She crossed in his path and glared at him. I no none of the one you speak off. She hissed her catch laying behind her as she looked at this male. Tundra darling...we all no you mated with some snowflake snow wolf....infact...I can scent him all over you[/i], he taunted smirking he licked his mawl turning his head to the shadows where another wolf scent came. & just perhaps he chooses to mak himself present at this very moment. he laughed. Euro growled deep in her chest. You no nothing on who I am you miserable pack mutt. She spat with deep hatred her head turning to where he looked. Was it that male? She fore passed it and let the fur along her spinal cored raise with anger. Now make your damn leave, I don't have time for you. she stated coldly lifting her pretty shaped head. He turned to look at her the only thing missing was his laughter. Quick steps and a lunge, it was only a few snarls that began a brawl. Clumps of fur where ripped....and now wolf blood would be shead.[/size][/blockquote]

[Ärï]

Ok it was true that Blitzkrieg had absolutely no idea what was going on or why but from what his keen ears caught it seemed to be a simple case of mistaken identity. Apparently the femme he had been sharing company with recently was being mistaken for a femme named Tundra. Whom that happened to be, Blitz had no clue. The only tundra he knew was his former homeland with vast open frozen plains and constant snows during the winter months. That of course was not what was the dispute. Apparently Tundra was also a fae. The sounds of the brawl made Blitz's muscles coil under his pelt, pondering whether he should join in and help the fae but than he remembered her sharp temper. She was ice in the flesh. There was no way in hellfire she would accept his help.

Going against his nature Blitzkrieg decided against pouncing the male to aid the she-wolf. Instead he forced himself to lay in a sphinx pose, ignoring the calling scents of his prize. He would wait and watch. If it seemed the she-wolf needed his help, Blitz would, of course, hep her. Sure he'd get chewed out later but for right now he was fairly sure Euro could handle this wolf, male or not. Something about the wolfess told him she was powerful, physically and mentally which meant she could fight with her power and her keen mind. Normal circumstances however meant Blitzkrieg wanted to jump in and help her. It was his nature but she didn't seem like the type of wolf to take that laying down and just say "thank you" when it was all said and done.

Clenching his jaw, the colorless brujo watched the brawl through the grass. His ears were up, keen eyes watching every snap of jaws and every leap and lunge. Being a powerful brute himself, Blitzkrieg knew he had a few things on his side if he did have to intervene. He was powerful but also fast and obviously more intelligent than this mistaken pack-idiot.

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The tussle went on. Both bodies once or twice making a hard impact with the sanded over earth, her creme pelt now damp in some places with spit and blood of her own and from this idiot. She bled from placed along her facade and neck, even around her snout a little in attempts to knock her over and make her end with hurt or suffocation. Smarter then you might think her to be, she was not from to far along from this very forest. Her skills being sharp and on point...but weakness from hunger and wounds from previous battles where wearing her down strongly at times being visible in her movements that she was tired yet held her weight perfectly. After a good while her body twisted, fangs digging into his lower back into his spinal cord making him yelp loud he jumped turning around he snapped down at her snout and bolt off limping into the forest. Pulling her face away she watched with a cold gaze bleeding from almost everywhere on her body...or so her light colored pelt made it seem. She stood there for awhile longer before letting her legs give out under her and land on the ground with a small thud. Her head laid over her throbbing torn leg a look of hurt flushing into her eyes as she blinked around the now dark forest next to her catch she didn't even bother to sniff it over, laying there....alone. Letting out a sigh she shifted her head in the direction the male came from. She lifted her head at the scent of another and let out a loud warning snarl.

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Blitz tutted as the femme snarled in his direction, pale eyes gazing over her ripped up form. He should have helped but then again she'd done very well in getting rid of the idiot annoyance. Rising to his paws, Blitzkrieg padded toward the she-wolf, pausing near a small bush and rooting around in it for a moment before reappearing with some cobwebs on his front paw. Padding closer to the femmora, Blitzkrieg stopped a safe distance away. "Now miss, I must say snarling won't make me go away" Blitz barked lightly as he nosed the cobwebs toward her if she chose to use them. "I'm like a fly, swat me and I come back until you decide to kill me." Chuckling, Blitz laid down in a sphinx pose facing the pretty wolfess with a smile on his face and looked totally relaxed under the she-wolf's icy glare.

Tucking his chin, Blitz lazily groomed one of his outstretched front paws, ignoring the huntress for a moment before looking back up again with that same odd expression on his face, somewhere between blissfully unaware and yet aware of everything, seeming to peer through her. After a few nasty glares from Euro, Blitzkrieg had become quite relaxed and knew better than to enrage the newly-met fae. After all, it only took one glare for him to learn a lesson about her and that was she was powerful and had one heck of a nasty temper. Hopefully a small show of kindness would convince her was harmless and nothing more than friendly.

Blitzkrieg was annoying to a lot of wolves and yet their best friend. He wouldn't turn away and give up just because someone glared or snapped at him. Already he had proven quite adaptable, adapting himself to southern forests after a life in the frozen tundra. Even now he proved highly adaptable in personality, knowing already small things set Euro off. Following that thought he figured small things might help appease her touchy temper.