.Another night Alone.

[hOwL]

Even though she had been traveling alone for quiet sometime now...she refused to go back to the packs. Rather liking the mountains that promised a cool breeze in the evening...then the scorching summer down there...even though...it was starting to cool...and well that was always good. She was not alone much of her time...but lingered with a male for a long while. Should have been smart enough to leave him and run off...but like always she found a friend in him, enjoying him when he was around. But her death was near and her murder was close...she feared no death...as really there was much she had to do...but if it was to be taken away? So be it. She sat down on a rock looking over the land with calm orbs watching the sunset dip behind the distant mountains that made her home...letting it hit her black gray fur perfectly to give her a red glow around her thick coat. Hearing the distant howls of her pack...in her mind...in her imagination. Your alone now...move on... She told herself turning away from the sunset she leaped off of the rock and walked down a path again sniffing around the bushes checking for pack scent marks...but there was none...only distant scents of those who passed the same route she is. She lifted her head to look around...wishing that he could be with her.

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[Sivoncé™]

A midnight and silver flash of peltage swerved through the tundra, darting across white-crusted lands and dazzling snow drifts. The form stumbled once, twice, perhaps three times, but he was almost immediately up on his paws once more, a reaction that puzzled him, but was not his main focus. No, there were three things here that were driving him forward with such force. Three aromas that were wound tightly, close, nearing with every rapid leap and pawstep he took.

It was her, she was on his mind, adding a harder thud to his heart. It wasn't that he loved her, no, not that. It wasn't that she was a masterpiece of the stars, something perhaps the gods themselves sent down to the earth while feeling an immense peace with the earth's inhabitants. It wasn't that she was the only one who could talk to him like an equal, not like a fellow convict as Sanceul did, or like a foul, unspeakable word like the other Hellfirians did. It was because there was a wolf that was even closer to her than he at this moment in time that had every intention of killing her.
And he would die to prevent that. Sure, the killer would respawn like every other black soul if it was to Hellfire he went. And so would Damien. And he would be waiting to murder him, again, and again, and again, and again....
Thus re-earning his place in Tartarus, Damien would crouch in the shadows to torture this villian even in the blackness of death.

But the third....
the third was a scent that was completely foreign to him, yet resembled his own. It was staler than the more alarming ones of Secret Fang and the snake that stalked her, but enough to land a place at the back of his mind and simmer.

He blinked these thoughts away, face forward and teeth gritted against the cold as he dorve on to the evergreen woodlands with a harsh certainty and ferocity.
He's here....
"I'm coming for you...."

[hOwL]

Long black limbs appeared in front of the male that chooses to protect Secret Fang. But what he didn't know is that...like it or not...someone was going to die...and it was surely not going to be him. Cold eyes bored into the male as he listened to his words and smirked. Kommen Sie für mich?... Wie nett von Ihnen PROMENADENMISCHUNG ... aber ich nicht derjenige bin, über den Sie sich sorgen sollten....[Do you come for me?... How nice from you MONGREL ... is not, however, I that about which you should worry....] He hissed and laughed his long limbed bodice was odd and well old fashioned...not even Secret Fang having the long muzzle that this ebony would had. Telling you that yes...he was more then a FEW years old. A smirk came over his muzzle yellow sharp teeth being exposed. His head tilted amber eyes glowing with inner death and hell. Dummer, dummer Hund [foolish, foolish, dog] He sneered before his fangs flashed the dark thick unhuman fur on his back rose. Ich dont brauchen Hunde wie Sie, dort Nase durchstechend, wo dort nicht erforderliche ... die blutige Hölle ringsherum drehen und, Aufenthalt aus meinem verdammten Weg ablaufen. Jeder Weg shes gegangener ... und Ihr nicht Gehen, mich aufzuhören...[I dont dogs need like you, nose piercing where there not necessary ... the bloody hell turn all around.. and tramp, stay from my damned way. Every way shes gone ... and you are not going to stop me, he sneered before running right past him and disappearing into the undergrowth.

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[Sivoncé™]

He didn't understand a word that wolf had said, nor did he really care either way. If he'd stopped and spoken in English, his reaction would be the same as it was now.
He charged, limbs pumping hard. So what if this wolf was his elder? Then let his elder arrogance cripple him! He wove his way after the brute, eyes slitted and determined. The wolf was only a foot away, but leaping now would only set him behind. He needed to inch in a little closer....
So close...yet so far away!
Damien was a largely built brute, definitly muscular, due to the fact that he had worked muscle over speed with his old mentor. But now, he would need both. He lowered himself slightly, becoming more streamlined, anything to just speed up that miniscule distance. It worked to an extent ;; he was given and inch or two leeway when he realized he would have do the rest on pure will.
"Face me! You hear me? Face me and we'll see who's life you'll be taking!"
He lunged.
The move was calculated from a diagonal, meaning Damien crashed into the side of his rear. He didn't take much time to size up his opponent, but he knew mountain fighting would be different than it had been in Tartarus--
...or will it be? Tartarus was rocky, rugged ground. Sure, there are trees here that make things difficult, but we're on rocky, rugged ground....
Maybe this wouldn't totally blow his brains to the ground....

[hOwL]

The male turned around when he was attacked snarling and pinning down the young wolf. A dirty smirk was putt over his face as he dug his claws into his coat. Do not stick you snout in, where you paws cannot reach, he laughed in a heavy accent spoken tone. Fangs snapped down at his face harshly before stepping off and shaking his dark ebony fur. Cold amber orbs looked over at the male and laughed once more at this wolf. Did he not know that size was not needed? Strength and want was...but he was not going to finish him off...did he not know that they where very much alike? He turned his head toward the water where Secret Fang came along a lone path disappearing. Tell me how it feels like to feel crazy, he told Damien with a laugh disappearing almost in thin air but his laugh still echoing loudly.

Secret Fang walked over to the water, and crouched at the edge not seeing Damien nor the ebony wolf that threaten to take her life away. She looked around first before lowering her muzzle to the waters edge flickering her ears behind her to listen to the sounds behind her. Her mismatched gaze looked over the water before feeling unsafe and getting up, trotting along the edge she stopped and looked behind at a bush before keeping her trot down the edge, her paws splashing over the water gently.

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[Sivoncé™]

Damien was momentarily pinned, long enough to hear this bastard pose the question to him, before he thwarted his holder. He threw the wolf off of him, a snarl building in his throat and rumbling like deep thunder. Scratches were left in his skin from the claws of the tyrant before him, but these did not deter him in the least.
"You want to know what it's like to feel insanity?" He mused, his voice like lethal venom sycthing the air.
"Why don't I show you instead? They say to see is to believe, and I guess the wise cracks are right, because I've said much and I've yet to be believed. So why don't I bring it to life, instead?"
And he leaped again.
The fire was in him, the burning, flaring, catapaulting copper blaze had rushed the other wolf, who might be well-skilled, but Damien had something he didn't : a pyre inside.
Razor-claws were at his stomach knicking and slitting and slicing away, while fangs had formed a closed vice around his muzzle, insicors purging deep into the selected area.
He was not yet giving himself over to the senses that he'd avoided for most of his death, senses he had learned to both fear and marvel at. But now, as the sweet scent wormed its way into his nostrils one more, it rushed into his blood and swam throughhis veins, nerves reacting without so much as a thought.
Wildly, his claws lashed across the width of his stomach, irregularly switching between regular slashings and this new tactic.
Similarly, his sharpened mouth-knives moved from clamping his muzzle to piercing his throat.
"Madness is nothing. Madness you can have. Insanity is for Hellfire, so that's where I'll send you."

[hOwL]

The attack has failed...as of this ebony wolf that challenged him had vanished and not a trial of him remained...not even his scent. The voice that echoed had vanished and so only deep large paw prints imprinted on the ground where the only sign of his extistance...this being BEYOND flesh and bone...and BEYOND blood and battle....it was something beyond much..but nobody would ever understand....

Secret Fang jumped at the snarl and turned her head to see Damien on the other side and stared at him with a cold gaze. What the hell? She silently watched him with cold eyes and sat down for a while...who was the speaking too? Her ears flickered toward and then back around to listen to other sounds before making her appearance there. She barked a call to him and wagged her tail with uncertainness.

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[Sivoncé™]

Damien hadn't seen Secret Fang at first, still transfixed by the vanishing that had been in his grasp only moments before. With an infuriated snarl, he rose, giving a small snow mound a good kick in release of anger, but it did little to soothe him. He whirled around, resisting the urge to howl, but roaring the words instead, "COWARD! You can't run away from me every time! Trust me, we aren't limited to this earth. Wherever you are, I'll find you! Whether it be in Hell or here---" He froze, gaze resting shocked and uncertain on Secret Fang's lovely painted form.
"...."
How much did she see? Judging by the look on her face, really not that much... Now how much do I tell her? I could tell her all of it so I don't look crazy, but really the story makes me look dillusional anyway... Well maybe she'll believe it. I mean, there were just a bunch of gutteral snarls coming from this area -- you think she would notice or something. If not...well, then I really look stupid.
"....that bastard. I was tracking him. I had him." He exhaled through gritted teeth, still viraciously burning with fury. "I don't know how or why it happened. I didn't kill him, though. Fucking coward disappears when the going gets tough!" He was ranting now, pacing back and forth slightly, not really caring anymore if his sanity was questioned. Sanceul had pissed him off enough to stop giving so much to the topic of his own normality.
"Are you okay?" He asked after a while, blinking up at her. He was slightly calmer now, just slightly, and he felt bad for just ditching her earlier, but he had almost had that fiend then, too!

[hOwL]

Secret Fang stepped back from him pinning her ears flat to her crown to ignore the piercing howl his lungs released...listening clearly to his words. She tilted her head slightly at them before sitting down on her back hatches. She watched him with her calm gaze...his words making no sense to her at all...but then again rose suppressions in her mind, back to the stories that all the elders had told her about and warned her. Yet she always refused to believe that even out here these dumb pack wolves would ever live so much to get that far. She blinked gently at him. Disappear? She was confused but would not question. When he came back around to look at her she looked into him with her two colored gaze and nodded. Yes I am... She told him in her velvet foreign tones. She got up and licked a tiny red dot of blood off of his shoulder. Question is...are you? She asked stepping back again looking over him...what the hell was he so mad about?

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[Sivoncé™]

Damien raised a brow at her, still inwardly curling and reeling with fury at himself for letting his hunt escape him. The thing had probably died indeed, in actuality. But not the final death. no, whatever it was, it would come back in around a month. A month without the dark shadow plagueing them.....a month with just himself.....and Secret Fang if she wasn't completely disenchanted with him. Wouldn't it be nice, to not worry for a while if some rouge was out to kill what was probably his only friend? ....his best friend?

"Yeah, I guess if that's the choice of words you would use, then I'm...'fine' as you would have it," he woofed, a sheepish grin on his face at his rather confusing string of speech. Oh well. No need for anyone else to think I'm crazy. Yeah, I think Sanceul rubbed it in my face well enough.
"What brings you up here? I thought you were set on discovering the packlands?" He woofed, not nosy, just purely surprised. Though he himself had of course known Secret Fang was here when he started tracking her assasin, the reason why she would come back here deserted him. For one, wouldn't she remember that the wolf who had attacked her was still hanging aroundhere? And another thing -- she had indeed told him she'd wanted to explore the packlands. They were honorable wolves, so what had cast her away from them?

[hOwL]

Secret Fang smiled lightly before she gently rose to her paws again and shrugged at his next questions. Wish to stay in a place that still feels like home...besides...I heard there was a meeting out there some where...seeing if I can make it unless of corse its over. She woofed and stretched her back limbs lazily before looking up to the sky to tell the time. She flickered her ears a little then tilted her head at him. & you? Why so lonesome? She asked him with a little smile...a beautiful content glitter within her eyes. She didnt understaand him...his fury...his ways. But either way she was willing to accept him. Weird? Yes...honest? Sure.

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[Sivoncé™]

Damien nodded, but then was once again a bit surprised at her line of questioning. Well, she was bound to ask about it sooner or later, I guess. Might as well tell her most of the truth....
Damien sighed, sitting now. "I have no siblings, never met my father, and my mother died giving birth to me. I'm used to be alone...I didn't really notice it so much until I started hanging around with you," he laughed. "Nobody usually stick around long ; the most I've spoken with other wolves is in passing."
Not completely true, but the closest he could afford to get. He remembered their first meeting very well, including the parts where he had slipped up a little bit. Though he was still convinced she had no idea about his true heritage, he didn't want to keep throwing around clues to it.
It's better if she thinks I died nobly or something. She'd be more upset if she knew I was a monster.

[hOwL]

Secret Fang nodded gently at his words. Typical. She never questioned any of others words...simply agreeing and going with the flow. Nice. You make it sound as if your like some kind of monster or something. She woofed to him with a perfect smile. She got up shaking her pretty fur and walked inland once more, looking over her shoulder she tilted her head to him. Wish to join a pack with me? She asked him turning back around to look at him with glowing eyes. They where both different colors but they fit her perfectly. She blinked gently at him waiting for his words.

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[Sivoncé™]

He shuddered involuntarily at her words, looking away from her and instead to the soft clouds of breath that issued from his mouth. The life that peeled forth from them, the beautiful heartbeats that fluttered in his chest, the harsh pumping of his blood.....all of it was a masterpiece. But in his case, the lovely painting of life was rubbed and splattered with death's intusion. He should not me among these sculptures of delicate, shimmering, glowing passion and love. He did not deserve to be among such warriors of noble accord and lively statures.
How could she ask such things of him?
Because somehow, this female did not think him a monster quite yet. Yes, monster was the word she'd chosen to contradict. The very thing he believed himself to be. Did he not smell as such? Was he not seen as such? Did he not sound like a wraith of Hellfire? Why could he seem to fool the eyes of wolves around him and not Assyria, so imminently evil and not well-known? The fae was seen for what she was in this world: a spiteful demon. And yet, Sanceul had thought him crazy when he tried to explain how tyrannical his existence one. And what was more, Secret Fang stayed with him. That alone was proof enough that maybe there was some light of hope somewhere....
But to join a pack? To join a pack, me, the filth of wolven civilization.....
No. Don't think. Just be. To be, just to be, is the most exquisite thing in our world. To not know where the roads lead or where the story turns next, but to know that there is time and it goes on, that is to be cherished and savored forever. Just be.
And as always, his mother's words gave him strength. His true mother. Redfang.
Breathing narrowly, he turned to Secret Fang and with minimal difficulty, he nodded slowly. "Yes....it sounds exhilarating," he smiled widely at his word choice, as he did not often use such long or explicit diction. But he could not explain in any other way how this crossroads made him feel...