Enjoy Life While You Can (Oberon)

[Iriot]

Amber had been hunting down that stupid moose for ages, it felt like. She finally gave up when she saw it stomp away. Stupid moose, it looked like it was old, she mumbled to herself. As she was beginning to walk away the wind had shifted and she caught a sent of a wolf, but she didn't recognize it from her pack. Her molten eyes grew curious as she silently followed her nose to the sent, she looked down to see a earthen hued male. She titled her head to the side, in question. What is he doing all the way out here? Especially all by himself? She thought to herself.

She studied him more, and she began to dislike this brute more, he had an air about him that she didn't like, but she couldn't think of a word for it. She decided to leave to go talk to her fellow pack mates when she stepped back on a branch that made a loud cracking sound. She froze, trying to hide herself in the brush around her, even though she knew it was hopeless. Evening her breathe and focusing she prepared herself for a fight if it was needed.

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That wretched Crusade had deceived him; she had been the queen to that damn pack and it had also been she who had made the notion to attack first, so why had he been enslaved by her stupid minion? After all, he had maimed her fair and square and she had been too proud to accept defeat – no – he had had to lose in the end because of her sibling’s cowardice... The thought of his former prison days to Glaciem only caused his velveteen upper lip to curl back in disgust to reveal stained canines; it had left him at a constant weak and earned him further scorn when he did not deserve it. But, of course, he had been the one to slip beneath Crusade’s radar and escape the horror that was Alacritis – none of those wolves on that island possessed an iota of competence worthy of respect in Oberon’s judgmental eyes. Then again, not many canines he encountered could he consider worthy in any manner.


It had been time for a new start yet again. Since long ago had the thought of his former love entered the barricades of his brutal mind, and since long ago had he sought vengeance against society for treating him in such a foul manner. That urge to repay the world in the most vehement of ways had remained with him throughout his life and even as he had breached the island he would now dub his personal domain. Whether or not many or few occupied its premises, he did not care; they would all fall to his paws and worship him one day… One day…


Exploration was a must; he had journeyed far from the beach he had entered upon and had trekked to a forest that begged for sunlight. The eerie appearance of it all – the fog rolling in through the trees, the bits of light that managed to filter through the canopy of the droopy trees that hung overhead – it was the epitome of the setting of a nightmare and Oberon could not help but adore every inch of it. Wolven scent was thin here; he proposed not many had braved the area thus far. A smirk fell upon his scarred countenance as numerous plots twisted through his mind – maybe he could claim this area for a future militia.


The thoughts had died as abruptly as they had manifested as a feminine aroma wafted through his nostrils. Immediately, his interest was piqued, and he allowed his nose to guide him in the direction the scent had emanated from. It was not long after slyly padding through the underbrush that the object of pursuit was spotted, and by her movement, she had also been searching for the owner to a stench. In his eyes, it was a misfortune for the pallid wench – their size difference was thoroughly amusing and would earn him the upper hand in a brawl. He watched as she examined him, his skull drooping in elevation so as to protect his neck should she prove to be hostile, and then allowed a brow to rise upon his forehead as she turned to flee.

A second smirk surpassed his visage as the snapping of a twig drew his attention more so towards her, lifting his cranium to get a better view of the wench who had frozen, as if that would divert his attention on her. “Where are you headed off to, Miss Ninja?” he taunted in reference to her failed attempt to sneak away, the smirk dominating his countenance now. He was not allowing her to slip past him this easily.

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[Iriot]

Amber shuttered as she heard a voice behind her. She whipped around only to see the male she was looking at earlier. [green] "How... did you..."[/green] She was amazed that she had sneaked behind her. This male was obviously more dominate than her so she folded back her ears slightly, letting him know that she respected his authority. [green] "I was just going to get some water." [/green] The male was much taller than her and that was enough to scare her. She looked at her front paws and started kneading the ground. She flicked her ears nervously. What was this male thinking? Was he hostile? Was he nice? The air was a good temperature. It was just in between hot and cold. [green] "So, uh, what's you're name? I'm Amber."[/green] She sat down now, tilting her head as she looked at the male, liquid gold eyes gleaming with curiosity. She banged her tail against the dry, hard packed earth, sending up a cloud of dust, making her sneeze lightly. Rotating her ears in the direction of the far off snorting and stampeding of a herd of moose. Boy, was she hungry. She yawned, showing her white dolphin teeth, out of sleepiness, for the sun was lulling her to sleep.