KINGS -of- IRONY (Iver|Damien|Lithium)

[Sivoncé™]

The moon was at its midnight peaking when the solitary figure slunk through the tall, pointed stone structures. The rocks were foreboding enemies in the night, but the lupine form took no notice. His muscular shoulders flexed as he shifted himself over the edge of the rugged cliffside. Stary flickers of silver were buried below black-tipped hairs. One could've easily mistaken him for another wolf, birthed here only moons ago, technically speaking. An odd thing for a wolf of so many years to be compared to another, so young. But stray fleckings of blue dipped in with the black and silver. No, this wolf was not familiar with Hellfirian depths.

He took up a lookout perch on the flat, smooth surface of a dark boulder, perhaps one of the few places a wolf could use as a lookout. The stone kings preferred their crown with more pronounced edges over the rest of wolven creation. But wolven ones differ....

The valley was devastated, Lithium could see that. It looked as if the sky itself had broken apart and collapsed, writhing, to the forests' floors. The mountains alone seemed untroubled, their massive embassies lining the edges of the valley's civilizations.

Why had he come here?
He could smell her, still....this he was sure of. But she was everywhere! Images of her precious face were locked, etched, burned into his eyes. Her scent, sweet, tender, lush, hung over every surface he traveled across, and still, his dear Lacrymosa seemed so far away....
Maybe he was desensitized ; he wasn't a senior, nor was he as young as he previously was. Being alone after a life with a pack had been more than just a rough adjustment. He still was not over the lightning-strike change of lifestyle....or the thundering of his losses. He could, very well, be losing sanity as well. He'd lost everything else......why not?

[Destiny]

...I still love you....

Adrenaline pumped through the nutrient carrying veins which kept body moving forward, in the state known as 'alive'. High in the air, like a flag that would signal surrender had it been white. However, twas a many colored thing, with glimpses of snow and splashes of soot, streaks of caramel and splotches of midnight sky, a dozen other preciously perfect hues too. The signal emphasized the opposite of surrender though; it was declaring war. This simple action of having tail held up epic-ly high to make the absolute dominance of this wolf, this pack, known was enough to declare war? Maybe not, but it was certainly enough to make the declaration that these wolves would not go down without a fight. This was a decision that would be written in stone, or perhaps blood, by the alpha only. Yet it was a choice that the entire pack, or the great majority in the least, must be completely and entirely for. Otherwise, the great Iver would be a dictator of sorts. But one cannot be a dictator without creatures to serve over, so let the alpha pray to Twilight that no mutiny will ensue.

Once shimmering with a pure white color that signaled they were used only when absolutely needed claws were stained with the crimson blood of enemies. Or were they? No, no they were not. Blood, yes, but of enemies? Not quite. Innocent faceless rogues who dared trespass, refused to leave without a fight. Slaughtered without a second thought. Prey. Just like the other animals that he'd hunted and killed in the past few days since the meeting with Nightshade. Whatever he could find had been brought down. After the mass destruction, there was little prey left. Now the great wolf scavenged for his pack mates; perhaps hoping to feed the pups and keep the proeliators strong and well. Iver knew that the fight would come soon, oh yes, he knew.

This particular night, mind was running along a trail he knew well, yet rarely used. The area of Yozoran territory that had been entered only moments ago was un-used, not protected or defended quite so often in the recent moons. There'd been no time, nor reason, to bother with it. Besides, twas good only for socializing really, little prey ran around these sleek stones. With an effortless bound, the male was perched upon a tall, dark stone. Eyes bore into the figure of another wolf. "So you're the one who's scent carries on the wind into my territory. Perhaps the latest in Twilight's never ending series of trials to fling at me? Hmm?" So eerily calm... A hurricane thrashed inside.

Ah yes... I just love the energy of this new life..

[Sivoncé™]

^{A thousand miles seems pretty far...}

...but they've got planes and trains and cars...

Lithium whirled about, a growl spurring out of his throat as a natural, automatic reaction. But the rumbling engine was as quickly cut as it was sounded. He laid his eyes across a stranger, a stranger with a similar scent to the very sweeping lands around him. He donned bloody gloves, and a regal air about his pelt that was almost as natural as Lithium's triggered response had been. This wolf had a few things in common with him, that he was sure of. Well, a few things in common with the old Lithium, the past Lithium. Not at the present.

"Hello, stranger," he murmured darkly, not a threat, merely a recognition that there was another wolf in front of him. "Am I trespassing, then? Wouldn't be the first time. My apologies. I'll leave in the morning. It's a bit late for den-hunting, and I'm fine where I am, thanks. Oh, and no, I don't think I'm in the mood for a challenge," a teasing smirk played across his face. "You remind be of my trainee days -- or rather a fourth of my life in general. Fight, prove yourself, fight, yada, yada, yada....cut the crap while you're still young. You've nothing to prove to me, nor I to you." He laughed softly,lifting a paw and studying it absently.

A new rustle creased the quiet of the stones. Emerging from two pointed monuments was a soot-kissed brute with silver rootings. Copper-crimson eyes were set in his face, and they blinked in surprise, in dismay as he sighted two wolves ahead of him. The darkness shrouded them from view, so he could not examine their appearences, but the scent was one he came to know as Yozoran.....and the other......something unfamiliar.
He froze, his breath catching, wondering if they saw him, too.

...I'd walk to you if I had no other way.