this love, this hate.

[larka]

"And we once
all had a story too, you
can see that good men
only come in few."

Char: Amarii
Words: 362
Notes: -

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Her muscles screamed in pain and protest and she took several more steps up the steep mountain. It was still cold, only the dawn of Spring. Ice froze her paws and clung to the pads of each foot. Climbing for so long had made the wolf's breath come in short huffs, as if the crisp air had damaged her breathing skills. Skinny, bright green trees loomed up in front of the Himalayan, the mountain's own personal guards on all sides. The snow had not completely melted here yet. Parting silver lips, the she-wolf drank in the scents of mountain, tree, sky, and wolf. Raising a yellow eyebrow, the wolf spotted a flat area along this side not too far away. Making the short trek over to it, she let her body fall into a stretched out lump, head on her paws.

Gray-blue eyes glanced around, seeing nothing she hadn't been seeing for the last couple of hours. Mountains made her slightly bored. They were rock, tree, and more rock. The views were priceless though. Right now, Amarii could see miles and miles of sky. Below, she could see the tops of trees and the floors beneath them. The air was cleaner here, and it made her spirits brighter. The walks were a pain though. For some reason, Amarii had been incredibly restless lately. Ever since she had ran into another she-wolf, who seemed obsessed with the fact that Javon was a traitor, or a murderer, or whatever. Stranger to she, the she-wolf had tried to convince her into joining the 'Believers' who were going to free someone from the dungeons of the castle. It had all made her very, very confused.

With a sigh, the patchy wolf shoved herself to her feet once more. The scent of other wolves was lingering, and it was strong. Her wandering continued, and as she rounded a bushel of trees, she came to a clearing where a scent washed over her, making her sick. Male. These parts belonged to someone, definitely. Hesitant, Amarii lifted her head and released a short, melodic harmony. Rocking back on her thin haunches, the she-wolf quieted herself and sat in wait.

[Thessaly]

After a rather unfortunate event, Scimitar was happen to finally be at peace – it wouldn’t be for, long but as far as Scimitar was concerned, he could finally relax a little bit. The unwarranted approach of a Javonian Overseer had been enough to put him on edge, but it was the topic she had brought up that made Scimitar extremely irritated. Only a day into his rule, and there were already Kingdom-dwellers looking to him for his support. He had just barely claimed the place for his own and moments later some apathetic, noble, holier-than-thou female came rummaging through his territory. As far as she had been concerned, borders meant nothing – Javon, it seemed, thought the entire land of Kroat belonged to him. What a self-righteous prick. The Overseer was long gone and Scimitar was sitting here alone, still thinking about the event, blood boiling and mind racing. He decided to let the subject drop, though he knew that there would be a consistent royal presence.

“Bah, taxes. I’ll show them my taxes and give them a fang straight to the eye.” He growled under his breath before letting his mind slowly dissipate the enraging topic. It was impossible to let his mind think of nothing, however, and every once in a while the maddening idea of his avaricious King would come to mind. Luckily for him, there was just enough distraction as an Alpha to keep him busy. This time, he hoped, the intruder would not be a faction of the Kingdom and preferably a female. Though the last intruder had been female, her indifferent and dignified demeanor were enough to keep his hounding at bay; no matter the amount of his gracious offers and cordial remarks, she always seemed to flick them aside without a second thought. It seemed to him like she was too caught up in politics.

He rose from his lethargic position, releasing a startling rumble from his throat as he leaned forward to yawn. Shaking his coat free of dust, he decided he would let the female wait just a few moments longer as he made himself presentable. It was always in his agenda to look his best and right now, with dust and grass clinging with static ease to his fur, he was far from admirable. He rolled his tongue over every inch of his pelt, even making sure to lick his paws in the manner of a cat, swiping the towel-like limb over his face and ears. When a river was a source of bathwater, why not indulge in a sticky spit bath?

Finally stepping from the headquarters of his territory – a rather large cave dug out in the side of the mountain – he pointed his nose in what he thought was the direction the harmonious call had come from. In a lucky guess, his nose seemed to be right – the distinct feminine scent was to the east, somewhere up the rocky slopes of his abode. Since a few smatterings of snow had managed to reach the base of the mountain, he knew that it would only get thicker the higher he went. So he inhaled deeply in preparation for the steep climb into the territory, always keeping his nose aimed directly towards the source of the beautiful scent of she-wolf. When he finally reached his destination, he could not have been happier.

“Hello there, and who might you be?” his questioning tone was not tainted with any sort of malevolent infliction – most aggressive Alphas would attempt to strike fear into their potential members, but Scimitar knew better than to scare off a female. No, he would work to polish his image as that of an affable companion. The single trademark grin clutched his jaws, smile tightening into something of a half-seductive and half-supercilious smirk. “I’m Scimitar… you rang?”