DAMSEL in DISTRESS!

[Sivoncé™]

What am I even doing here? Stupid, stupid idea.
What had started as a restless walk when she'd been unable to sleep had turned into walk down memory lane. Everywhere she went, portraits of the past clung to the trees and flora. Ghosting images of she and Styx playing together as flowering neophytes and would-be warriors. The truth was, she had long been warrior-aged. That faded laughter of her youth had belonged to a different life, a different girl; she had changed from oversensitive to bitingly sarcastic, and even the soft honey browns of her pelt had deepend slightly in color. Though for so long, she'd been so desperate to prove herself -- and to be recognized in a pack that seemed so determined to ignore her -- speaking to Yago about her official warrior ceremony did not even ocurr to her now.
She sighed heavily, as sadness twinged in her heart. She had entered the clearing, the Blood Circle, as it had been chirstened, where she and Styx had parted. I don't belong here anymore....but if not here, then where?
Suddenly, a feral snarl sizzled in the air. Meg whirled around and was suddenly face to face with a panting mountain lion with white foam dripping from the corners of its mouth. She ducked as it lunged at her; Meg's stunned shriek split the sky.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Trails of tracks long since lost to nature’s elements guided him onward, the stars overseeing like miniscule lanterns in the dark of night. Pads met the earth, absorbing the weight that it carried before pressing off again, kicking soft sprays of dust into the evening air. All the same, it did not matter how beautiful the night looked or how comforting the world appeared. Perhaps it was all an illusion of reassurance. Or, as he believed, the comfort was there, but it would not change his situation.
Only an opportunity could do that.
A particularly brawny male lifted his head skyward, an almost despairing emotion clouding his cerulean orbs. “Hear me, stars, wherever you are. I’ve done my best, and trained my hardest, but… I need someone, somewhere, to give me a chance!”
At the typical silent response, Hercules settled on his haunches, and heaved a sigh.
That is, until a desperate scream broke the silence.
Leaping to his feet, and blinking, recognizing the sound as a fellow wolf, and a female at that. “A D.O.D?” He glanced quickly back to the sky. “THANK YOU!” He then sped off towards the source of the sound, and quite nearly ran into the foaming jaws of a crazed cougar. Claws whistled past his ear, nearly clawing his face, but Herc ducked to avoid the wrath of the blow. Muscles bunching, the brute jumped, slamming into the panther’s stomach and sending them both tumbling into a thicket. A yelp escaped his maw, keeping one paw shoved against the rabid creature’s throat to keep it from closing its infectious jaws about his face.
Finally, Hercules gave a mighty kick, sending the massive beast flying into the trunk of a tree, bleeding helplessly from the impact of claws. He rolled to one side, apparently blacking out, at least for the time being. Hercules attempted to stand, but realized that he was thoroughly tangled in a thicket.
He uttered a grunt, but could not seem unknot his fur.

[Sivoncé™]

He came from nowhere -- suddenly, some strange male was wrestling fearlessly with the foaming, frenzied creature. Her wide, unblinking eyes followed them disconcertedly as they tussled about and the lion was flung this way and that. At last, the creature lay with little birds twittering over its head in a useless heap.
Well, I could've taken care of it, but I suppose this is the preferred method when it comes to disease control.
She turned to get a look at this 'savior' of hers. An incredulous smile curved on her lips as she watched him struggle in the brambles. She raised a brow and blinked at him wordlessly for a moment, contemplating the pure absurdity of what had just happened to her.
Sighing to herself, she padded over to him and carefully pulled some of the bramble away with her teeth.
"Need some help, wonder boy?" As an afterthought, she added, "It's a good thing you don't come with a cape!"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Before he knew it, a new, far more welcomed scent interrupted his scramble for dignity. Flashing his orbs toward the neighboring wolf, he made out the blurred edges of gold-tan fur, and swallowed harshly as he did so. The words furthered his bout of self-consciousness, and he quickly summoned a reply.
“Yeah, hehe, a cape… that’d be bad. Urm, no, thanks, I can…”
Hercules quickly ripped himself free from the thicket’s captivity, which was a fairly easy feat. Unfortunately, several dozen twigs and a couple leafy branches remained lodged in his fur, and he grinned coyly at his companion. Upon getting his first good look at the fae, he stopped short, unable to divert his stare.
“I, uh… are… you alright, miss?”

[Sivoncé™]

Meg tilted her head at him curiously, eyes catching the briars that still clung to his pelt. Absently, she swiped them away with a paw. She blinked up at him with a raised brow. "Are you always this articulate?" She backed away from him, lounging casually against a rock at the center of the clearing. She returned his stare, but was a bit disconcerted by its intensity. "All right? Of course I'm all right -- why wouldn't I be all right?"
He's talking about the crazy cat that just tried to have you for lunch, nothing more. Oh...right...
She flicked her tail as if batting away a fly and dropped his gaze. "Yep," she added as an afterthought, "I'm just dandy. Gotta name, captain hero?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“Yeah, hehe, name…” He scrambled to straighten his posture, flashing a sweet smile. A nervous chuckle spilled from his maw, and he was silent for several moments. Then, all at once, his eyes bulged slightly in delayed realization. “Oh, name—yeah, it’s, uh, Hercules.”
He attempted to sit back in a casual stance, relaxing against the trunk of a tree. His muscled bunched together, and he quickly swatted a few remained brambles away from his pelt. “So, uh… do you come have a name?”

[Sivoncé™]

(I've decided I prefer her speaking in pink than in bold )

"Hercules...never heard that one before." She traced the bulge of his muscles with her eyes for a moment, a bit astonished by their definition. Blinking rapidly, she refocused herself and murmured, "I'm Meg. Sometimes people call me Megara, or Megster, or Megatron, but my friends just stick with Meg....or at least they would if I had any friends. So...where do you come from, the land washboard abs and buns of...well, you know the rest. I've never seen anyone quite like you." She blushed only lightly, but her fur and sarcasm held their own against the sudden, inexplicable wave of embarresment.
Get a grip of yourself, Meg. He'll think you're flirting with him.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( I just died laughing at Megatron xDD ))

“Yeah, well, uh… “ he began, the words he had planned in his head somehow evaporating from his tongue. He listened to her speech, unaware of the ridiculous grin that remained plastered on his face, and laughed a little. The welcome exhalation of breath widened his airways, and he suddenly felt his jaws move. “That’s, uh, because I’m not from around here. I come from a-a place mountains away from here, heh. And that’s a, er, nice name, Meg.”
Stop staring! He quickly averted his eyes to a random dust particle that had filtered into his personal space. Fake intrigue kept his focused, and raw embarrassment flooded his veins.

[Sivoncé™]

(The sad thing is, "Damien" thinks it's hilarious to call me that xP )

Though she listened intently, she did not appear as if his words meant much to her. She examined her claws idly, yet her ears remained perked and attentive. Mountains, she noted mentally. That would explain a lot. Not realy sure what goes on up there -- they always send down super buff wolves who crop up in random places -- like wild cards when you play uno or something.
"Thanks," she woofed, rising to her paws and shaking the dust from her honey-brown pelt. "I should probably get going -- I live in a pack of..." she hesitated, searching for the right word to describe her 'beloved' packmates. "...a pack of annoying, wild geese and they're start clacking if I don't get back soon...or, well, maybe they wouldn't notice I'm gone or anything but..." She cut herself off, smiling half-heartedly as she turned away from him. "Well, Hercules, it's been a real slice!"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( I don’t blame him, bwahahaha xDD ))

He continued to beam and nod furiously as needed, absorbing every syllable into his memory. He leaned more heavily against the trunk, only to nearly topple over as a result. Just barely catching his fall and restoring his balance, he heard the telltale signs of her departure, and his heart skipped disagreeably.
Quick, say something!
“Wait!” he yelped, unable to prevent a high note from escaping his voice. He stumbled after her, barely reminding himself to assume a more attractive stance (and, you know, not falling over while attempting to lean casually against a tree). “Well, if you have to go back… could I, uh, at least walk you home?” He cleared his throat, summoning up the first justification that came to mind. “I mean, you never know when another mountain lion might just pop out and try to eat you. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt…”

[Sivoncé™]

Meg stopped and turned to look over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes to add a more dramatic effect. Looks like I got myself a goody-two-shoes in the flesh right here. She offered him a wry smile and shrugged. "Honestly, I wouldn't call it home, and the mountain lions are the least of my worries. But where are you headed? Do you live around here now?" Let's hope the fella didn't find a den on the territory, or I'll have to get him to leave... She winced inwardly at the thought. It was crystal clear that this stranger, this Hercules, meant no one any harm. He's almost like a cute little puppy, she thought, only with biceps and triceps and all those glorious things in between...

[.Rabid Lycan.]

A relief crashed down on his spine when she came to a halt, the weight nearly knocking him off his paws. He let loose a floppy puppy grin, tail swishing silently to one side—and nearly knocking over a bush with its wide sweep. “Me? I, uh… well, no, not really. I don’t really live anywhere, actually. I’ve just been wandering… searching, you know?” He shrugged helplessly, praying desperately that she wouldn’t look down on his lifestyle. “If I’m going to stay someplace, I’d want to be absolutely sure about it, you know?”

[Sivoncé™]

A flicker of interest sparked in the femme's green eyes. Well, maybe he's worth a little more than a rescue from a wild cat. She answered him tentatively, "Well...I've been searching too, in a way. I...I guess I am staying in one place...but the thing is, I'm not at all sure about it." Decidedly, she sat once more and curled her tail over her paws. She inclined her head at her strange little hero and gave him a second, more thorough looking at. Man, those muscles are bulging!
"So...what do they feed you back home? Spinach, maybe? Or does that only work for Pop-Eye the sailor man?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Conversation flared back into existence, the permanent, never-ceasing grin plastered on his features. Within minutes, one could wager, the corners of his maw would eternally lock into their pose, immovable and forever to remain in their upright position. Like airline tray tables.
"W-what? Oh, no... erm, I'm just a little... on the big side. Genetics thing. And I always get lots of exercise." He nodded furiously, the bulging muscles rippling in agreement. "And what's wrong with your old home? It looks beautiful here... aside from the panthers."

[Sivoncé™]

( Airline tray tables? xD I love our inappropriate, out-of-context comparisons xD )

Meg tilted her head and batted her eyelashes for effect. An idea had suddenly materialized in her head. She didn't like the Sheerans or her pack or even being a pack wolf, really. She'd use to take joy in it...but that was when he was still around. He'd left her. He probably had another girl by now.
So, Meg was stuck here alone with no friends or family, really. She'd preferred to grieve in private and put up a strong front. At first, she'd had some sympathy, but as time went on, she'd faded into the background of pack life and had done nothing to change her situation; she didn't want a better life in the pack....she just wanted a better life in general.
"That's very muscle-man of you. And well, yeah, I suppose it's nice to look at, but the place is sort of crowded, you see. It's not my piece of pie anymore, if you get what I'm saying. Say, what direction are you headed? Not back up to the chilly mountains, I hope?"