Misery Loves its Company {open}

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She watched him come over and she became uneasy. Right now she was in no place to fight him...he who hand not even a scratch on him. She tensed rising up into a sitting position, her gnarled bleeding front limb oozed with blood as she flashed and loosed her stand to her other leg. She watched him closely as he came by and put something on the ground. What was this? She lowered her bloody muzzle and snorted lifting it up again she looked at him weird. Now miss, I must say snarling won't make me go away. He said. She looked back down at what he had placed on the ground and now saw that it was cobwebs. Why was he being so nice? She pinned her harks back and simply inched forward to lip at the cobwebs gently to bring them back toward her body. She twitched one of her bloody ears forward at him as his movements drew attention to him. She looked up at him her icy cold gaze for the first time making contact with his. She looked away and licked over her raw flesh slowly. Other parts on her body being unable to reach, such as her ear and snout area. Cleaning the wound on her leg she put the cobweb over it the bleeding stomping slowly. She sighed and rested her head on her good paw looking at him feeling her bites sting and itch with pain. Why would you even want to stay? Nobody ever dose. she hissed at him turning her cream bloody head away she looked at the shadows with distant pain of her past.

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Blitz watched the uneasy fae as she began to minister to her own wounds. The cobwebs were a trick he had picked up on his way south. In the north, since few spiders could survive there, Blitz and his family had always used moss and sometimes wild saps if they could find them to close wounds. It seemed however that cobwebs and crushed up marigold pulp worked well enough for these strange heat-loving wolves. The ivory brujo licked his own paws lazily as she tended her wounds, perking his ears and looking up with mild interest as she spoke. Her voice, like her gaze, was icy and disdainful. Her question however, was actually interesting to Blitzkrieg. It seemed she had suffered being abandoned.

"I've been told I'm not like everyone else" Blitz remarked mildly, thumping his tail on the ground lightly and looking mildly thoughtful. "In my home wolves looked after one another. I know from what I've seen that that is not always the case in the south. I do however, find it shameful to leave a wounded wolf and it's just not my way to not be helpful, just like you can't quite help but hate me and think I'm lazy." His last sentence was spoken with a bit of amusement that sparkled in his pale eyes near the end. "That will not change that I'm a helpful, friendly fool." Chuckling, Blitz rested his head on his paws watching her with idle interest.

No doubt that little half speech would add "talkative" to the list of things she probably had going about how much she disliked him. Oh well. The longer the list the sooner they broke down and got over hating him. Years of experience had given him this little tidbit of knowledge that was useless to all others but himself, thus he never told anybody that was his strategy. This fae just took a little extra work but Blitzkrieg, despite lazy appearances in the summer, was a hard worker weathered by harsh northern winds and shaped by the frozen tundra.

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Yes, the world knows that she was not a wolf that had lived in a pack. Though many say its how it keeps one alive. No it is not. There are two who make one...and her other half was lost in the depths of her resting death. Now once more she traveled alone her mind set on things on the past that brought her once more here. Thinking again that it was a huge mistake on traveling down here. But perhaps this male would change her thinking? No, no. Foolish to even begin thinking that. She eyed him strangely once more as he spoke. What was he really trying to say dammit? She snorted with distaste at his words as soon as he spoke about his past. She would not be speaking about her own. No to the hell no. Then what the hell breaks you away from your amazing pack, into this hell hole? she asked him annoyed as she picked her wounded body up and limped toward him but cut around him to go the longest way around him toward some water. She smirked to herself felt good to have another there...just to talk too. So nice of you. But you don't no hate from me, honey. she barked looking over her shoulder she winked at him. My name is Euro by the way. she told him as she kept her limp toward the river that was some time away.

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The ivory male watched the she-wolf with a neutral expression as she rose, not moving other than turning his head. When she spoke her question his expression darkened but it was gone before it could be fully registered, even by Blitz. He was a bit surprised when she gave her name though he was internally pleased. He'd made some sort of progress at last! Inclining his head politely, Blitzkrieg accepted the name without question. "My name is Blitzkrieg but Blitz is easier for most." He smirked very lightly before refering back to her first question. "I left my pack for a very simple reason." Colorless eyes met Euro's. "They're all dead, all but myself and one other but why bore you with details?" Blitzkrieg spoke conversationally, calmly. He had come to grips with his past and though he was ashamed of being a coward and leaving his son to grow up alone, Blitz could speak of it. What were the odds of his son finding him anyway? He didn't even know what he looked like.

Blitzkrieg licked his front left paw again. On the pad was a raised scar, his narrow escape from a snare that could have snapped his leg in half. It had been thanks to his brother that he had escaped that particular trap. Two days later the pack had found Blitz's brother strangled by a wire snare. Ever since the paw had bothered Blitz upon occasion, a constant reminder but one he had slowly begun to ignore.

Stretching lazily, Blitz rose to his paws and ambled after Euro though he didn't pass her and kept a safe distance, more or less for her comfort than his own. He didn't really have problems with such things but faes did understandably, especially moody ones like Euro. His step was light, effortless, almost like a horse's trot. His gaze kept shifting from the sky to the plains around the river and than other places upon the horizon hidden by the darkness of the night.

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She flickered her ears back as his paw steps came after her, listening on to his story. She flickered her tail softly as they neared the river and sighed sitting at the edge looking at her reflection in the water. No details needed. I have all I need in my mind. She woofed softly lost in thoughts almost as she took in he torn figure that reflected up into her aqua pools. Sounds much like what I'm made from...accept with a pack...and without a place to live. she told him disturbing the reflection of herself she entered he water, feeling the rocks at the bottom of the bank. She sighed to herself closing her eyes and letting the water clean over her fur...over her flesh, over her scars that kept bleeding eve though they had healed over and are barely visible. Keeping her walk into the river she plunged into the deepest part, going under water for a long while. Before reappearing lower down stream, fresh and white the light ginger on her not visible. She shook her slim perfect bodice before walking back up the bank toward him. She sat on the other side her thick fur clung to her sides almost beautifully, aqua blue eyes looking coldly and firmly at him. Nice name by the way. She added shaking her head....even though clean her fresh wounds bled.

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As Euro stepped into the river to clean off her wounds, Blitz padded a bit farther down the bank to give her some room and waded in as well. He was not cleaning wounds but he was chasing away the heat summer left heavy on his fur. Ah it felt good to feel the cool again. This was no where near cold but it felt good, better than the hot sun upon his back. Blitzkrieg stood still for a long moment, savoring the cooling feeling after the day's heat had practically scorched him, or at least, that was what it had felt like. When his eyes opened he froze. Bloody water. He turned his head, the motion jerky. It was just Euro....not his dead packmates shot dead as they tried to flee across the river to a place they had once thought safe. With a shiver and suddenly feeling too cold for his liking, Blitz leapt out of the water, ignoring the splash his sudden movement caused.

Laying down on the bank once more in a sphinx pose the ivory male moved only when Euro spoke as she padded out of the tinted waters. He smiled a little and inclined his head. "Thank you" he barked, ignoring any sarcasm she may have hid in her voice. He liked his name, it suited him, especially the nickname Blitz. "Apparently mother said it meant something along the lines of 'lightning war' in some language or another." Blitz shrugged. Blitz thought for a moment, grooming his scarred paw. He never realized he did it, it was just a habit anymore. Raising his gaze back to Euro, Blitz flicked his tail thoughtfully. He tried to ignore the fact that she was a stunning she-wolf in appearance. He kept his mind on the fact that he tried not to see faes just for beauty.

"Do you live with one of the packs around here?"

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She shook her bodice once more flickering her tail behind her sending droplets of water over the rocks. She limped over to him and sat down not to far in front of him, laying down slowly to not injure her damaged front limb anymore then it already was. She twitched her bleeding hear at him as he spoke about his name. Suits you well. she added bluntly, actually bothering to waist nice words on this stranger. She licked over her fresh wound and sniffed at it before lifting her head to look over her shoulder toward the outside of the forest. She looked back at him calmly at his question. No. But I wish to join a pack my mother & father where once part off. she barked to him in an honest tone. Knowing well that it would be a very taskful thing to get used to the pack life. But she looked forward to this. No longer wanting to be the lone she-wolf everyone dares to claim. Battles fought on her own, not yet loosing but knowing that one day she would. She shook her head again, her cool freezing blue gaze landing once more on him. I no longer wish to travel alone. she told him more like in a statement then anything else. She held her candles with him, reading his facial expression and the fractions of his smooth white facaded, considering he was pretty good looking. For a moment she just gazed at him before shifting her orbs away, down to the stinging wound. She rasped her tongue over it to sooth the pain, which sorta worked for a while. Taking the pain in silence she shifted lightly bringing her tail over to her side she once more brought her gave to him.

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Blitz couldn't blame her for not wanting to be alone. Being a loner was a harsh and often lonely life. Born and raised in a loving pack Blitzkrieg had had a harsh shock when he'd suddenly found himself alone with only his week-old son. Now he was totally alone, roaming around like a ghost in the night and watching glimpses of his son Nakota from a distance as he grew in the packs. Blitz stared at the river flowing past them for a long while, simply watching the moonlight upon the waters. "Which pack would you join?" he asked quietly. In the waters his mind brought up a reflection of Nakota making Blitz shiver and look away.

He bore the cross of his pack's death without complaint though he mourned them still. He knew he'd let Mira down when he had decided to give his own son, his last living relation to the north, to a southern pack. The fae had protested at first but Blitz had insisted upon it. Blitzkrieg had only told her his name was Blitz but had asked that his son never know him. At the time Blitz had been heavily mourning his dead pack and had neither the means or the will to care for his last surviving son. What were the chances that Euro was destined for the same pack Blitz had left his son in?

"I know a pack wolf and if you are destined for her pack she may be able to smooth over your introduction" Blitz explained to Euro, not wanting her to think he was simply nosy. The wolf he spoke of was a blind warrior that ran with the Destinians. Blitz had met her on a hunt when he'd accidentally chased a young buck into the packlands and Athena had "chased" him out.

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She thought about his question throughly before the essa spoke. I was thinking of joining the pack my blood once lingered in. The Sheeran Pack, but I am not so sure that will be brought to happen...my mother was never one who was looked up to...or so I have heard, she woofed to him. So much was fact, even though she never saw her mother nor had her scent nor anything about her in her life. Wolves she had never in her life meant before had battled her wanting to kill her for her mothers actions....that wolfess being a female named Tundra. It was hard to believe that she ever mated...and ever had pups. But she did....and Euro was the only one to witness it. Mainly because she looked just like her. Yes Euro is a very young female. Reaching only around 2 years in wolf form. You could say she was still only a pup, yet she was much more then that. The way her body was structured and well internal things that made her now a adult female. She twitched her ears at him thinking it over again. Ever since she was a pup she had been making choices. Some where good...others where just a total mess. She sighed. What was the best?! She flickered her auds at him as he spoke again talking about some pack. Which pack might it be? She looked at him, deep cold eyes interested on what he had to say. You do? Which might that be, she asked in her curt tone looking at him with a calm yet freezing gaze. Something that made her alike her mother.

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"You would not meet her if you walked with the Sheerans" Blitzkrieg informed Euro, flicking his ears. She wouldn't run with the Destinians. She wouldn't meet the male that was a copy of him in steel grey like his beloved Mira. "Her name is Athena, she is a blind fae that did me a great service when I first came south" he explained, just in case she was actually interested. Athena sometimes met him and told him of Nakota, or Kota as many called him. Blitzkrieg was both sad and happy that his son remembered the last thing he'd said, murmuring the word "blitz" when he had told Athena his name. It seemed Athena would sometimes catch him murmuring the word as though trying to figure out some secret meaning in it.

Shaking off his wondering thoughts the ivory male returned his attention to Euro. "The wolves in Athena's pack trust her well enough I'd think, she's very...aware, alert to where it's almost creepy." Blitz shivered slightly, remembering the sightless gaze of the slender female. It had been unnerving how she seemed to look at him despite her eyes being glossed over. "I'm sure she could speak to their alpha if I speak with her first." I just hope she doesn't find Nakota.

Blitz studied Euro warily, his gaze both wishing her well but also shying away as though mere will could keep her away from the Destinians. Once you saw Blitzkrieg, it was obvious his blood flowed in Nakota. Kota had his thick fur, tall stature and broad shoulders though his coloring was the steel grey of Mira and his eyes had more color to them. That was the wolf he had glimpsed only once before fleeing like a coward before his own flesh and blood. If Euro met him and asked, more questions would rise, ones he didn't want to answer and ghosts from beyond the grave would begin their hauntings again within his mind.

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Eyes looked over to him as he spoke. Not really caring where she would result in just hoping it would be somewhere, she could start and actually matter. She nodded to his first words. Very well. Take me, if you are so kind, she barked to him almost in a mock. She flickered her banner at her side neatly her pale yet cold gaze looking at him as he seemed to doubt something about her...as if some secret he held inside that he wanted nobody to find about. Especially her. She sighed as she saw this in many wolves gazes. Though she was never questioned. She flickered her white triangles at him neatly as he kept his talk. You will be doing me a wonderful favor if you could, she spoke once more in a clear more serious then humorous tone. She let her tongue lick over her lips before turning her focused almost piercing gaze to something in the bushes. She looked back up to Blitz with the patience in the world. Which was hard to believe with this female.

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Well, there went that hope. She would see Nakota but now all Blitzkrieg could hope was that she wouldn't put two and two together. That would be embarrassing, especially if she spoke to him, asked him if his dad was named Blitzkrieg or something. All Kota knew was "blitz" and sadly not many names went with that. With a weary sigh, Blitz licked his scarred paw as he contemplated. Well, he could never turn down a female in his life and it wouldn't start now. Sitting up, Blitzkrieg turned his head skyward and let out a long echoing howl searching for Athena. The blind fae would hear him, he held no doubt about it.

The call he used to summon the femmora was a deep, ringing sound that soared to a silver note. Get many wolves to do it at once and you had a chorus of pure, untainted wild beauty. Blitz had always enjoyed the music of his pack's voice when they had all sung together. When it was just him, in his mind it sounded hollow, empty and lonely. Oh well, there was no way around it now and Euro didn't know who to call.

As his cry dwindled away Blitz lowered his head, ears perked. In the distance he heard a wolf howl that was more delicate, like a sigh in the wind and smiled. Looking over at Euro, Blitzkrieg nodded. "She's on her way from the packlands. A warning with Athena, try not to stare. She does sense it and it makes her close up a little. If you plan to stare at something stare at all of her, don't focus on just her ruined eyes."

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She laid her figure down, slowly flickering her auds around at his howl. She looked at him and watched him for a while almost tempted to howl with him. Like all females her howl was soft and almost delicate. But the power and strength, ran through it cold and sheer. She licked her lips and looked up to him as he spoke to her. Stare? For what. She wanted to snap at him and tell him, she didn't care but she knew better. After all he was the one that was helping her out. She flickered her ears around and heard the female howl. She said nothing more but give a slight twitch of her ear agreeing to his words, even though they bugged her. A large yawn gapped from her jaws and she sneezed slightly looking at this dead, colorless forest. The night was warm...but yet the sun was to rise...making it feel like hell all over again.

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Blitzkrieg saw the annoyance and almost cold anger flash through Euro's gaze. Flicking his ears guiltily the ivory male laid down in a sphinx pose. He turned his nearly colorless gaze upon the horizon fringed with trees, waiting for Athena to come. He decided against speaking since it seemed Euro was already annoyed. Luckily, Blitz didn't have to wait long until he heard the light steps of the femme he knew so well as she moved out of the trees into the open grass plains near the river. Rising to his paws the male let out a sharp bark that echoed toward the trees.

Coming from the shadowy forest was the slender, sinewy form of a small femme. She moved gracefully but cautiously as she exited the trees, pausing at Blitz's bark, ears twitching before continuing toward them. As Blitz had predicted her eyes, once icy blue, were glazed over and nearly white, staring unseeingly ahead as her delicate paws picked their way to the lone pair. A few feet from them, Athena stopped. Rather than turn her sightless gaze on Blitz, Athena's slightly unsettling gaze fell on Euro. She sat back on her haunches before turning her sightless eyes toward Blitz, looking just to the left of him.

"I have no news for you Blitz" Athena barked as she settled herself, eyes on Blitz.

"Athena, there's someone here that would like to speak to you" Blitz barked, wagging his tail lightly.

Swinging her head back toward Euro, Athena stared at her unseeingly. "What is it you wanted?" she asked Euro, ears swerved forward toward the she-wolf..