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[Sivoncé™]

\\ i remember black skies

The earth was held in a melancholy state, suspended in gray and dreary rolling grasses. Summer was at it's peak, the longest day of the year already having met its demise. The wolf was clad in his pelt of ragged, shaggy black and broad shoulders, sitting hunched on the high clefts of the Xavrien Heights.

Damien watched the wolves of the terras go about their business, unwitting to his watchful copper gaze. He was perched alone, the pale morning light streaming over his body, large, rippled with muscle and trying scars of his past.

It was gloom and doom that greeted his eyes; wolves that missed their prey, others being stalked by heartless killers, the scent of his relatives scorching the nostrils of ever wolf in the valley. But there was a smile upon his may. Sparklers and shimmers of happiness soared through the wolf.

What the hell is wrong with me? This place is falling apart and all I can think about is...no. I can't actually think that. It's HER for the sake of all things holy! It was nothing, we might as well have been drunk of wolfnip. We probably were and I just didn't remember it. It means nothing. She'll either feel sorry for you 'cause you're a hopeless romantic -- first Secret Fang, now this -- or never want anything to do with you again because she'll think you're a pervert. And why am I talking about this anyway? It's not like I have feelings for this femme, anyway, we just had a fun time, that's all...

"NOW...can I find a wolf who can tell me about those idiots who were stuck in Hellfire with me...?"

the lightning all around me //

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((I think not posting for a week made me build up muse... I sorta exploded in randomness right here, sorry XD))

“It doesn't matter, now what happens… I will never give up the fight…”
A crooked melody wove through the trees, disrupting the morning birdsong and the humming of summer insects. The sound was not exactly harmonious, and the voice was far from perfection… but each phrase was a zealous ringing of words, and overall, the song was not too bad.
Well, not too bad by Sanceul’s standards, at least.
I suck at singing, but hey… who’s gonna stop me? Well, maybe Damien will… after living with him so long, constant singing may drive him nuts… agh! I’m thinking of Damien again!? Crap… told myself I wouldn’t. He’s just a guy who I happen to share a den with. We only shared one kiss…. GAH! It sounds like we’re mates! Errr… quick, keep singing! Distract yourself!
“Long as the voice inside drives me to run and fight, it doesn't matter who is wrong and who is—”
But a sharp snapping of twigs interrupted her chorus, and her joyous and playful singing was cut short. Swiveling around in a protective curl, Sanceul’s eyes flickered suspiciously around her, unsure whether she was encoutering friend or foe… or whether she had just imagined it.
“…Damien? That you?”
Sure. Shout random names into the trees. That’ll help.
When she received no answer, Sanceul growled and demanded, “HEY, whoever you are… show yourself! Or I’ll track you down and force an introduction out of ya!”
“Hehehehe… you don’t change much, do you, Sanceul?”
Startled, Sanceul broke out of her defensive stance and retreated a few steps. “Huh!? How did you—!?”
A chuckle continued to sound from the trees, and after a few minutes, an ebony brute emerged from the thicket. Lucifer, son of Mephisto. And at the sight of the formidable male, Sanceul immediately relaxed and smirked.
“Oh, for a second there, I thought it was someone dangerous.”
“Watch it, Sanceul,” Lucifer warned, sitting in front of her, with cold eyes boring into the female’s skin. “I am still a killer. I could tear you apart in a heartbeat.”
“Not likely,” she snorted, narrowing her eyes. “What are you doing here anyway? You already know that I uh… that I can’t offer what you’re looking for.”
“Hmm… I love how you can phrase it so casually,” Lucifer replied, his tone almost mocking. “Don’t worry, though, I’m just passing through… although, you seem to be treating me rather poorly. Maybe I should sway a little to the ways of my brothers? Pleasure breeding would teach you a lesson, wouldn’t it?”
Sanceul wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Uhh… no thanks.”
“Oh, come on... you need to have a little fun every now and again.”
Sanceul frowned, retreating a step from Lucifer. Okay, I know him… I could fight my way out if he tries anything. Pretty easily, actually, compared to others… but it would mean a few new scratches. It’d be nice to go to bed without bandages for once. Hmm…
“…I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”
“Boyfriend?” Lucifer’s brow creased in a mixture of interest and surprise. “You’re joking me, right?”
“No, seriously… he’s big, strong, and he’d kick your ass if anything happened to me.” My god, I can’t believe I’m saying this.
“I doubt that…” Lucifer took a step forward, edging toward Sanceul.
“…well… then let me prove it to you!” Sanceul lifted her head and howled, hoping that Damien would answer… and trying to figure out how the hell she was going to pull this off. Time for a crash course on improv!

[Sivoncé™]

( rofl -- boyfriend?! xD I think between OOC Village, the plot threads, and Dasa, we've both gone slightly insane in our roleplays LOL )

\\ i remember each flash

A ghostly howl lit the morning, catching the wandering scope of Damien's mind. He turned his head to the forest that sloped away from him, lifting his maw to scent the breeze. Sanceul? He blinked in surprise, noting the howl had contained a lilt of warning. Something's up. Ah...isn't it a little too early for this? Ah, well, here's goes nothing!
Mind buzzing with confusion, he sped off towards the source of the howl, terrible possibilities speeding his step. Gosh...I hope this isn't anything too bad. Nah, it can't be all that horrible, can it? It would've been louder, more pissed-off sounding....ah, well, then again, you never can tell with Sanceul.

He arrived at the outskirts of a small clearing, laying low in the underbrush, surveying the scene for his cover. He sighted Sanceul immediately, her stance firm, but something about her seemed faintly, vaguely uncertain. It was nothing prominent or obvious -- Damien had been in enough situations with Sanceul to pick out something like this from her features. He stiffened as he saw the other brute in the clearing -- a male unknown to him. Foul slander spilled like a polluted river from the brute's maw, and Damien recoiled, acid burning in his chest. Don't even think about it, kid. Heck, I could split you in half! I've got all of the menace of any Hellfirian...plus...I'm just intimidating. Well, so I've heard -- I can be if I want to be. Ugh, whatever. Let's just deal with the little nuisance...

Damien loped nonchalantly from the trees, a small smirk on his maw as he glanced from Sanceul to Lucifer. "Sanceul," he murmured, dipping his head to the femme, catching her gaze for a fraction of a second, then turning to Lucifer, his shaggy pelt adding to the size of his muscular form. "And who might this be?"

as time began to burn//

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((I think we may have accidentally inhaled wolfnip somewhere along the line xD))

Right on cue, the oh-too-familiar frame of an oh-too-familiar wolf came trotting in, like a knight in shining armor. Except, he wasn’t wearing armor. And he wasn’t a knight. And Sanceul actually protests against the whole “damsel in distress” deal. And…
Anyway, Damien entered the scene.
Sanceul smile cheekily at Lucifer, enjoying the sadistic male’s expression of surprise and dismay at the sight of the other brute. But, after a moment, Lucifer recovered from his shock, and resumed his calm and slightly arrogant stance. “…hmph… you seem to have exaggerated. He doesn’t look like much.”
If she hadn’t been careful not to blow her cover, Sanceul would have reached out and slapped Lucifer across the face. Dude, are you TRYING to start a man-on-man fight? I mean, if I expected THAT to happen, I would’ve handled you myself! Ugh… stupid males. Well, if I don’t want fur to fly—that’s happened way too many times already—I guess I better make this more convincing…
Oh well. Sorry, big guy.
“Hey, there you are! I’ve been looking all over for ya!” Sanceul barked merrily, padding forward to greet Damien. Struggling to resist casting a sly glance at Lucifer (and fighting to restrain laughter at this ridiculous scene), Sanceul ducked her head and brought it up under Damien’s chin, nuzzling the fur under his throat. “You silly wolf!” she chirped playfully.
Lucifer snorted dismissively, turning away slightly. “…really, I don’t believe it… for all I know, you could be pretending. He could be your brother, or something!”
“I don’t have a brother, thank you very much. I mean, this guy doesn’t even look like me! And Damien, this is an old acquaintance of mine, Lucifer. He seems to have trouble accepting that you and I are a couple. Isn’t that silly?”
She pulled back a little to stare into Damien’s eyes, attempting to telepathically inform him of her intentions. Play along, don’t ask questions… just freaking roll with it! I’ll find some wolfnip or something for ya if you do, I swear!

[Sivoncé™]

Then the storm started.
He was plastered between points of discomfort on all sides:
Lucifer. What was this guy doing here, anyway? A myriad of reasons popped across Damien's mind, most of the irrational. Is this some ex-boyfriend or something? Is he a threat? When can I rip the fur off of his back?
"He doesn't look like much..."
Careful not to swallow that tongue of yours. Keep that fat mouth going and I'll mistake it for a skin flap. Either way, it'll be gone.
Ugh. What if this is some ex-boyfriend? Then I'm being totally used. Sanceul wouldn't do that....would she? Ugh, I don't know....
"...for all I know, you could be pretending...he could be your brother or something!"
"...He's having a hard time believing we're a couple, isn't that silly?"
And then her eyes boring into him.
Yes, yes, it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, Sanceul, he stared back. However, he buried his sigh of annoyance. The show must go on, after all...
But he stiffened, a new barrage of tremors shaking his resolve.
She told this guy my name....is she stupid? I think she's ill, at least... How many wolves of Hellfire and Blood Mist want me dead? Nintey-nine percent. The other one percent hasn't met or heard of me yet. Brilliant.
So this is what I am? And easy out? She says she doesn't play the damsel in distress, but how come I'm always in this position? What about what compromises me? Before I met her or Secret Fang, I lived alone, I hid, I stayed under Hellfirian Radar!
His thoughts were fuming, angry thoughts...but a cooler one bubbled to the surface:
But it's not all that silly, is it? It wouldn't be so bad to put yourself on the line for Sanceul. You do it because you don't want her to get hurt, and she'd fend for herself unless it was clear she couldn't. That's why you're here, not because she's too lazy to stand up for herself. And would it be so bad, really, to be mates with---
...hey, that guys said you look like siblings together! Bash his face!
No! I said I wouldn't take a mate when I got here, anyway! Look what happened with Secret Fang? My kids would be undead mutants!
Ouch. That hurts....
He blinked, this flood in his mind taking all of a few short seconds. He raised his head, a small smirk on his maw as the brute searched for suitable insults.
"Not much, hm? I suppose you're also going to tell me better things come in small packages," he laughed humorlessly, eyes boring into Lucifer's.
Get the hell away from here.
Damien turned to Sanceul once more, eyes burning with the series of discomforts and plagues of painful thoughts that seared through. him. "And so what if he doesn't? There's little to do to heal ignorance, love," he murmured, realizing a wicked grin was now on his maw. Hysterical laughter was bit back, but still raging for release. I can't believe I actually just said that out loud! It doesn't even sound like me!

[.Rabid Lycan.]

For a moment there, Sanceul wondered if Damien had fallen asleep.
Huh? Why isn’t he moving? Was this too discomforting—well, of course this entire thing is messed up, but not enough to cause him fall into a shocked coma! …right? Ah, jeez… great job, Sanceul. You just mentally froze your supposed boyfriend in front of a crazy, unpredictable murderer. What are you gonna do next?
Then, Damien spoke, and she inwardly sighed in relief… and nearly burst out with astonished laughter.
HAHAHA! What the—wow. Very smooth, man, very smooth… you’re a genuine gentleman, you really are, haha.
While Sanceul appeared inwardly—and a tad outwardly—amused by Damien’s retorts, Lucifer curled his lip in annoyance, and titled his head upward. So… Sanceul actually found a mate then, did she? I wonder if she told him her little secret yet… ah, well. Still, it’s quite a loss on her part. I could have done so much for her.
Remaining stubbornly conceited, Lucifer offered only a cold reply to the mocking of the other two wolves. “Got a little on the desperate side, did we?”
“Uh, huh… says the lunatic son of Mephisto.”
Lucifer sniffed dismissively. “Eh… you were defective, anyway.”
“‘Defective’?” Sanceul growled, narrowing her eyes angrily. “Alright, now you’re getting just a little too personal.”
Shrugging in a display of fake innocence, Lucifer looked up to the sky with a mischievous glaze over his eyes. “Hey, you started it. Besides, your secrets are my amusement. Sorry, but that’s the way it works, my dear.”
“Whatever… well, now that you know that I’m not available, maybe you could lend us some compensation for the time you wasted by coming here?”
“Compensation?”
“Don’t fake ignorance, Lucifer… we both know how, er… observant you are.” After speaking, Sanceul flickered her eyes in Damien's direction. Uhh... don't worry, big guy. I'll explain later.
Lucifer studied the clouds, apparently considering Sanceul’s words. “…mmm, alright. I suppose it doesn’t affect me anyway… have you heard about the new pack in the forest?”
Sanceul cast another quick glance at Damien. “A little. Just rumors, mostly. What about them?”
“Well, I was doing some hunting in Bitterwind Valley the other night. A great ruckus started stirring up around that area; a lot of wolves were there, smelled like fire and smoke. The noisy bunch made me lose my catch. Take my advice, and avoid the area if you can.”
Sanceul raised a brow. Well, Lucifer… you’re still an asshole, but you’re always so freaking convenient. “…any of them look familiar?”
“Heh, you may think I’m crazy, but I’m not an idiot!”
Yeah, don’t worry… you are Sanceul added silently as Lucifer continued.
“I ran the opposite direction… preferred to keep my blood in my body, if you know what I mean. And aside from a supposed bloodbath near the pack terras, that’s all the news worth mentioning… unless you want details about the weather?”

[Sivoncé™]

He doesn't know me! Thank all that's freakin' holy for small...er...large gifts! Damien felt an inward sigh of relief flood through him, the only thing keeping it from the outward display was the intensity of other emotions biting it back. Too much going on.... I'm gonna need some serious therapy after this. This is just....weirder than Sanceul climbing a tree 'cause I dared her to!
Lucifer and Sanceul conversed freely, and Damien, seeing no need for him to speak further for the time being, felt the mountainous forms of a new chain of questions in his mind.
Defective? How is she defective? Is he talking about her eye? There's nothing wrong with it! So what if it's black? There are stranger things, most likely! But what if he's not talking about her eye? Can she not have pups or something? I still want to tear him limb from limb...
As Lucifer spoke of Blood Mist, it confirmed what Damien had already guessed: he was dealing with an absolute coward. All talk and little fight. What he does do probably involved torturing victims not strong enough to defend themselves against them. Against me? I'd flay him alive. He wouldn't last long in Blood Mist...and if he did, it would be for the sole purpose of not being enemies with them, having their 'protection'. Disgusting. The packs, though? They finally made their first move? That means they got stronger...
All lot of 'don't worry about it now' and 'we'll talk later' looks were shot his way from Sanceul, but he privately doubted this. She owes me big time...but is it going to be an honest explanation or not? She knows where I'm from. I know nothing about where she's from.
Damien snorted scornfully at Lucifer, pretending to study the crevices of a paw while flashing his curved ebony claws. "No, we're done here. You can leave now. I don't think your...'services' will be of further use to us." he barked gruffly, a small edge to his tone.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Lucifer lifted his cold, pale orbs to stare at Damien, studying the wolf’s eyes for a few moments before directing his gaze elsewhere. “…very well. I have certain matters to attend to, anyway. You know, checking up on old friends like yourself, regrouping with my siblings… the usual.”
Sanceul sniffed carelessly at Lucifer’s words. “Tell Steigen and that beast of yours to jump off a cliff for me, will you?”
The lean ebony male rose to his paws, chuckling lightly—without any audible humor or amusement in his voice—at Sanceul’s retort. “I’m sure they will be most pleased.” He turned, padding off into the thicket, only to pause and tilt his head back toward the others. “Oh, and Sanceul… if you ever tire of this brute’s company… well, you know how to reach me. And with that, I bid you farewell, my pet!” In the seconds that followed, Lucifer lurched into the shadows, and vanished into the woodland without a sound.
Holding her breath for a few moments after Lucifer had disappeared, Sanceul released a sigh of relief, slipped from Damien’s side, and slumped into a sitting position a few inches away from her Hellfirian friend. A few soft and suppressed snickers passed quietly from her maw, although she could no longer remember why she possessed the urge to laugh. Hey, whatever gets the emotions out, right?
“…what a creeper, isn’t he?” she muttered. Glancing up at Damien, she took a minute to study him. Uhh… wow. I wonder how confused he is right now? But hey, he did just stop a guy from trying to manhandle me just by staring at him. That’s… okay, granted, that sounds really weird, but my life’s messed up enough already that I can allow this no problem. I guess I’ll be owing him, though… with answers, mostly, I imagine. How much should I tell him? I mean, I could always twist a few lies in here and there, but still… Damien has saved my life a couple times. It wouldn’t really be fair if I didn’t tell the truth... erg, this’ll practically be ‘Truth or Dare’, only I’m the only one rolling the stone, and both sides are ‘truth’.
Clearing her throat, Sanceul finally managed to drag herself away from her musings. “Just, uh, for the record… I’ve never been romantically involved with that lunatic, I swear.” Well… that’s one step in the right direction, right? “And, uh, now that I’ve got that said… erm… do you have any questions?”
…I just asked him if he had any questions…? WELL OF COURSE HE HAS QUESTIONS YOU STUPID COW! Hey, why don’t you ask him if the sky is blue while you’re at it? And if water is wet? Dear Lupus, of all the idiotic…!

[Sivoncé™]

Damien saw the brute away with the glare of his severe gaze, resisting the urge to spit a snarl as he loped off into the brush. He stayed where he was, muscles tense, eyes staring down the place where Lucifer had made his depart. Satisfied that the brute no longer lingered, he considered the current predicament silently, not bothering to turn back to Sanceul just yet. What would I say, anyway?
He imagined several possibilities.
I know you were just pretending and all, but...I'm not that bad, right?
Well...deep down, don't you even like me just a little bit?
....no? When I say 'deep' I mean DEEP....
Well....it's not just a brotherly feeling, is it?
Or the more plausible:
What the hell was that?
If he knew you as well as he pretended to, he would've never bought that little scam!
What am I, your puppet?
Or the softer:
I know why you did it....I don't blame you, it's just uncomfortable.
He stood, mind whirring, searching for a way to mingle the three of these, but too late -- she broke the silence first. He turned reluctantly to face her, expression blank and unfathomable.
So they weren't lovers or anything....yeah, yeah, I guess it's a relief.
"It's....er....you can see any guy you want, you know, I don't really care....I mean who am I to judge, of all wolves?" His laugh was a hasty, strained chuckle, breaking off immediatly as she asked him to voice his questions.
"Where do I even start, Sanceul? I don't know what to say and what not to say! You're absolutely impossible! What is this, this truth or dare and 'pretend-your-my-boyfriend' crap? Are you flirting with me or is it just clean fun? I need some clarification, I think, before anything further happens!" He barked, voice a little high-pitched, clearly exasperated. He rolled his eyes, sure she coule practically hear them in their sockets.
So what if she can? This is....ugh!

[.Rabid Lycan.]

At first, Sanceul feebly hoped that the situation could have been discussed calmly. Damien was offering a small, forced laugh and a few words along the lines of ‘date whomever you please’. But, just like that, the flood of unanswered questions dawned upon her ears, and she realized that there was no ark to save her this time.
‘Flirting’? Wait a minute, I… I mean, that would mean I would be… of course I’m not actually interested in this guy… well, he’s great and all… always there for me… we practically share a den every other night… and… no! No, no, no! I can’t actually be considering this…!? I…
Oh, just freaking come clean with it, Sanceul. There’s no slipping out of this with fancy talk and charades this deep into the game.
“…alright,” she sighed softly, concealing the wince that had flashed across her features when he had called her ‘impossible’. Damn straight, I’m impossible… or at least I was, before you showed up. “I’ll try to be as brief as possible… which, in other words, means that it’s kind of a long explanation…”
“Okay, a long while back, I was… tracking a wolf. He was guilty of many terrible crimes, so I had vowed to bring him to justice; to kill him. But I couldn’t hope to do everything on my own, being an inexperienced rookie, not to mention that my target had vanished off the face of the earth. So I sought help to find him, which appeared in the form of that crazy wolf you met a few minutes ago.
“So, enter Lucifer, one of the dozens of children spawned by Mephisto. Now, Lucifer is a raving nutcase. But he’s also very ‘observant’, if you will. He likes to know things; he likes to be on top of things. He would be a great spy if he didn’t rape and kill people. But hey, personality aside, he’s a hell of an informant.
“After the initial ‘hostility’, I convinced Lucifer to help me. Like I said, he knows things… helped me locate the area of my target. Without him, I would’ve never found who I was looking for… I mean, sure, I had to talk him out of assaulting me a couple of times, but he can be helpful.
“The reason that he talks to me like he owns me is because of how I keep him from trying to move in on me. Basically, Lucifer was messed in the head from birth. He’s not the most vicious and strongest of brutes, but he’s quiet and patient. More dangerous than he seems, especially when sanity comes in as a factor. He believes something about purifying the lupine bloodline through selective breeding of the strongest individuals—namely, his family—with faes. In other words, crazy serial rapist. I’ve kept him away with namely personal information most of the time, but he didn’t really seem like he was in the talking mood, this time, so I called you in to, well… discourage him. I’m, uh, sorry if I inconvenienced you, Damien… just, well, yeah. That’s, um… that’s it for the whole Lucifer deal, I guess...”
Sanceul withdrew and exhaled a large breath at the end of her speech, instantly moving her gaze to settle on the trees surrounding them. Suddenly uneager to meet Damien's gaze.
Alright… Round 1 of his questions. So far, I think that’s enough background information to satisfy a few of his wonderings… possibly. But I doubt that’s the end of it… and if he asks about what I told Lucifer…?
No, I can’t tell him about that.
And why not? He saved your hide how many times now??
No one but Morgan and I can know about that… and Lucifer, too, I guess, but that’s only because he was trying to assault me, and I didn’t have someone like Damien to make him go away!
So… you’re gonna wait ‘til Damien decides to attempt rape before you tell him?
…
And with that, Sanceul forced herself to stop thinking, and continue in her response to Damien’s words.
“…as for, um, the whole truth or dare stuff… well, I… I mean, you are my friend, right? ‘cause I think of you as at least a friend… I mean, it is fun… traveling and fooling around with you is fun. I’m not sure if I intended anything further, I just, uh… just don’t know, alright? I just do things, no planning, no strings attached… just float around this world and do things. I fall into a stream? I make you play truth or dare. See a familiar nutcase waltzing up to me? Call you up to help me. I mean, am I flirting with you? Good question… but, hey, what if I am!? You gonna stop me?”
Unsure where all the aggression came from, Sanceul bit down on her tongue when she realized the meaning of what she had said. What the—? Where’d all THAT come from? And… and, wait… did I just admit to flirting with him? Okay, that’s it… I have a feeling that I’ve just ended a friendship or something. Way to go, Sanceul, way to go!

[Sivoncé™]

Damien was unprepared for the ocean of answers that seemed to spurt from her immediately. As he watched her, his expression grew increasingly wary, brow raised, first skeptically, then disbelievingly. He didn't attempt to speak when she had finished, but instead diverted his gaze to the canopy of trees overhead, a scarcely audibly sigh from his maw. He thought hard, knowing full well that this was going to be a rare occurrence, being able to ask her questions like this. He scoped his mind, searching for anything that could possibly draw out the moment.
His heart thudded strangely in his chest, a rythym he was unfamiliar with. So what if she's flirting with me? Doesn't mean she likes me. Could mean a lot of things, least of all that.
"No, I'm not going to stop you, Sanceul," he murmured softly, turning back to her, golden eyes still wary. "You can do whatever you'd like, who am I to stand in your way? I love these days and nights more than I've ever loved anything! There the best of my existence -- life and beforehand -- don't think I don't....you just,...." He offered her a small smile, "you perplex me."
He stretched through the expanse of his mind, but found nothing else to say to the femme, even with the brewing hurricane of his thoughts before. What else is there left to say? She explained as much as she was willing and I'm not going to go prying. This whole experience makes me feel kind of....awkward? I don't know what things will be like from here on out...I don't want to lose her as a friend....she's the only one I've got, for cripes' sakes!

The femme had picked up a few scratches from her brawl late last night with the Sheerans, but they could've been scratches made by brambles as far as any wolf could tell. Her paws pounded against the forest floor in a hurried run, her nose working overtime to seperate the trail she followed from the other scents -- scents of the Hellfirian Pack that would be her enemy if she refused to join.....a faint trace of her mate here and there. Zeffen....how am I going to explain any of this to you?

Damien stiffied, whirling around to face the brush, eyes narrowed. "Someone's coming...."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

In the first several minutes that inched past, Sanceul was mentally preparing herself for some kind of atom bomb of a response. An outraged explosion, maybe, at the suggestion that she had been considering a relationship between them that went beyond the realms of friendship. I probably just lost the only friend I have…
But it did not come. Tentatively, Sanceul slid a sideways glance toward Damien, who began to quietly utter a reply. Thoroughly surprised (and somewhat pleased, on some level of her subconscious), the femme gradually turned about to face him, her sunken posture rising as she lifted her head to listen.
‘Who am I to stand in your way’? Well, besides the fact that you’re twice my size, you have enough leverage with saving my life and all to pretty much do whatever you want with me at this point… but… ‘perplexing’? she questioned silently, unable to prevent one of her signature grins to pass along her features. I can live with that!
But before she was able to voice some of her thoughts, Damien had spoken again, and the smile died from her lips. Assuming a more defensive stance, she backed up a few steps, eyes trained on a section of thicket.
“If it’s Lucifer again, I swear I’ll beat his head in with a stick or something…” Sanceul muttered, despite knowing that Lucifer never returned this quickly after parting in their previous meetings, and that there was hardly any reason for Lucifer to come back in any case. Has to be another wolf…
What if it’s Morgan…?
No. That’s just… that’s impossible…
Of course it isn’t!
But he…
She tensed, suddenly prepared to spring on the newcomer if it got too close, paranoia seizing her thoughts.

[Sivoncé™]

The voice was low and familiar, stinging with a clarity that could've never been in the depths of Tartarus or Hellfire. She swiveled and broke into a sprint, a hot flash sweeping against her flesh. This can't come to an attack, not this time. We need to talk. She burst through the barrier of bracken and brush that walled her away from Sanceul and Damien and scrambled to a halt in front of them, bending over and panting. "We....have....to...talk...." Please don't attack -- I don't need to die all over again, there are two of you and one of me!
"Sylvana?" Damien stood like a statue, forever imprinted in a wide gape and shocked expression. What's she doing here? What does she need to talk to me so badly about? "Er...last time, you told me you couldn't care less. Now you want to talk?" He breathed increduously, shock gradually morphing into a narrow-eyed glare. "And what makes you think I want to listen?"
"Please! I don't want to join Blood Mist!" she pleaded, maw closing immediately after the words passed from her. Do I? Turn my back on the past completely? I was one of Verlust's Guard for Verlust's sake! I'm a nemesis to the packs, whether they remember me or not! She blinked, contemplative, but dreadfully certain. I don't want to go back there.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

All at once, the foliage quivered, as if setting off an alarm against the incoming presence. Despite the civil voice inside her head that pleaded for her to calm down, Sanceul’s mind was racing with images of her father, and when the figure finally emerged, Sanceul’s first instinct was to leap.
And she did.
Pouncing on her supposed ‘opponent’, Sanceul was in the process of landing on the newcomer when she realized that she recognized the wolf. Hey, this isn’t Morgan… and she seems familiar…? Wait, wasn’t she the wolf that, well, DIED the night that Morgan attacked us?
Pulling away from her assault before she unleashed the fury of her fangs and claws, Sanceul finally heard words of appeal reach her ears, and as she backed away from Sylvana, it was her turn for her mind to race with questions.
‘Last time’? You mean the last time in Hellfire, or did you talk while I was bleeding and unconscious? Dang, I really need to pay more attention to these things… although getting your throat ripped out IS a pretty good excuse for ignorance, I would say. And… wait, BloodMist?
“Uh… and you’re telling us this for what reason, exactly?”

[Sivoncé™]

A flash of fur and fang later, Sylvana crumbled to the ground by an enormous flying squirrely. After spitting crtossly at her furry opponent, she slowly realized it was actually a full-sized she-wolf she was facing. Before retalitation was issued, the she-wolf had backed away and to regard her with a steely glare. She recoiled slightly at the venom of their questions and stony stares. Well, what were you expecting, a warm welcome? You're lucky she backed off and didn't maul you before you could get words in edgewise. She blinked between them both, uncertainty plagueing her. What if they don't help me? What chance do I stand on my own?
"Look, you two are both wanted by wolves of Blood Mist, and yet you've only ran into them what, twice? Both times you escaped and managed to vanish from their radars. I know you both have reasons to go against Blood Mist, more than just moral reasons! When I rose from the grave yet again, the first thing I saw was Blood Mist striking my only child, my daughter dead. I can't go back to them!" her voice was wavering, her body in a quiver as she faced them, her gaze fiery as the heat of her tears. "You two know how to go about life undetected. After I ran from the battle with the packs, Babylonia tracked me. I barely managed to shake her off -- some packwolves were in the area and took care of things. But they'll come back after me, just like they said they would come after you. So why haven't they?" Her eyes turned pleading now, and she crumpled once more. "Let me travel with you!"