I watched a change, in you... [open/Rivot]

[Adiemus]

Don’t even try, don’t waste my time…

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She wasn’t even going to bother to announce her disappearance to the other pack members, perhaps they were all still asleep, she hoped. Alas, Nyx wasn’t exactly your everyday social butterfly, she tended to be a little more implusive and sadistic than most, it kept her from making any close ties to anyone within the Cerrac ranks, and she liked it that way, she honestly thought that she would be better off talking to herself than talking with another member of the pack, Nyx is a tad narcissistic if anyone couldn’t tell, and she will tell you she’s damn proud of it too, if she didn’t attack you for saying such a thing to someone with such an aristocratic status like herself(yet another hint of narcissism).

The numbness from the deep snow had slowly begun to creep from her paw-pads up through the bones in her long legs, chilling her in a way which she never really experienced before, being used to warmer temperatures from the summer, the abrupt blizzard came as a shock to her, and she liked it. She wasn’t about to run away from a snow storm with her tail tucked between her legs. Once she had gotten out of sight of the dens, and began to come near the forest, which was now lifeless, achromatic, covered in a thick white coating of snow, it greatly entertained to see such a green forest under such an assault from the cold, killing all green that lingered, she slowed from her brisk trot to a leisurely strolling walk into the barren forest, a sharp grin stretching her muzzle in a twisted way, entertained by the torture of the cold in which the plants and trees had to endure.

Nyx like seeing other beings in pain, it brought her joy, and not just a little shock, she has the potential to turn into a giddy little pup, being very childish in nature, giggling hysterically over some of the most sadistic things, and she loved it. It helped her too that she could get into other wolves’ heads, all it did was make them suffer even more, and the jet-black she-wolf was definitely not opposed to that. The crunch from her soft footfalls began to echo through the dead tree-trunks, reverberating back at her, making it difficult for the she-wolf to figure if she was alone or not. Either way, she did not care, maybe she would meet someone new, but that thought wiped the smile off of her face, she would not look forward to that.

She would have to decided what demeanor she would use; would she be flirtatious if it was a male, or would she be harsh, unrelenting, messing with their head if it was another female to approach her, either way Nyx did not know, and she didn’t want to unless absolutely necessary, for now she continued her trek. When she came into a break in the line of dead trees, she looked up to the grey, thickly clouded sky, and let out a deep breath, the air above her muzzle clouded in her face, lightening the color of the snow clouds for a very short few seconds, and as it faded, the clouds darkened once more, still ever threatening to bring more snow to layer the previous coating.

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Don't bring me down, I'm turning my back on you.

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[Moonbeam]

His secret friendship had grown into more than what he had originally planned for, and his want to speak with his loner buddy grew more and more by the day. Though the wolf had been somewhat out of his mind; a little psychotic and quiet, Rivot had found a liking in him. In fact, it appeared like the only wolf that seemed to even respect the large male was the miniature one. Even his pack mates, his ‘brothers’, were rude and uninviting. The feelings from just them alone drove him crazy, and though he knew his loyalty laid with Bret, he felt it slipping closer and closer to Rohtang.

Speaking of the muddy-red and white male, he had been on the hunt for him today. The afternoon was spent hunting near the raob corpse, hoping that he would still be hanging out around there. That was pointless, as the only thing that remained were the slow rotting bones, and even the bacteria causing the decay seemed to be slowly leaving. Could he have gone far? Perhaps, but chances were, the male still traveled around here. What wolf would leave what they have come to know as ‘home’? Of course, that was a very hypocritical statement, as even now the brute had been tromping away from exactly that. With a snort, he carried on.

A small snow flurry blew in then, covering his face in white powder and making the bones within his body freeze; causing a shiver. The thickness of his pelt overcame that small quality, though, as the warmth refilled. Blood pumped through his veins heavily, keeping him comfortable in this barren and freezing wasteland. Had he chosen the Cerrac’s to join, it would not be a rough winter for him, as he almost halved his weight in the wintertime from fur and food. However, joining underneath a female was against him, and he would not be seen as weak from being led by a girl. In his eyes, there was no respect for Bella, regardless of the fact that their packs had shared some sort of makeshift ’alliance’.

Then a crunch to the left caught his immediate attention, and forcefully he swung his head to the side to catch the visitor. However, it was not the one whom he had been looking for. Instead, he was graced with the presence of a tall and lithe female. Royal purple gaze traveled her body up and down, checking out every curve that was presented as well as the steps she took. The direction the female was headed in seemed pointless; her feet proving that she was just meandering about. Maybe she was out here for some fun? His mind temporarily distracted from that of his friend, he felt the need to make his appearance; making it clear that he was here.

Taking a heavy step, he purposely let his large black paw crunch through the snow. He outweighed her, and he made that very apparent in the way he threw himself about. The way she presented herself, however, seemed to be quite the opposite. The feet were light-footed, though uncaring and therefore not quiet; which was the whole cause of his attention grabbing. His mind had been roughly turned away from that of Rohtang. It was nowhere near breeding season, but that did not stop his hormones from raging up and the urge to fulfill hidden needs to be satisfied.

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[Adiemus]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/j8l1ti.png] Alas, allowing her mind to wander, she was oblivious to the heavyset male whom was trekking through the snow, through the dense collection of trees towards where the jet black fae stood, her mind on other things besides the environment around her, still pondering who she would be today if she came into contact with a stranger within the neutrally territoried woods, she was beginning to like this cold, dead, and sickly world of winter, finally she had peace and quiet from the others, but Nyx was still Nyx, her face still contorted in a mocking grin at the dying greenery around her, her childish ways would soon get the best of her, and she would run through the snow, kicking the white powder into the air, rolling through is biting cold, but she kept the thought to herself, part of her mind screamed for it, while other parts commanded her to stay still. Staying still won the majority vote. Small white flurries began to fall once more, tainting her deep black pelt, you could no longer get lost in the color of her fur, but she did not care, it was only two or three flurries at this point, and she did not care if it increased to thousands, to millions, she was happy where she was. Her mind began to wander once more, unaware of the heavyset male who approached her clearing, her mind had taken possession of this place, this peaceful, quiet, and dead place. The silence was overwhelming for Nyx, she couldn’t help but let out a sharp bark of a laugh, swiping the deep white powder from in front of her, revealing her paws, the thick winter fur covering them was dampened from the snow melting from her body heat. She head a sharp crunch, and the true Nyx was pulled back into reality. Before she could turn, the sharp and potent scent of a male hit her nose, a jager male. Her heart –rate increased drastically as she turned her head, keeping her silver eyes blank, her facial expression nonchalant. The brute’s purple gaze swept over her, it wasn’t the same as Bella’s, her gaze seemed to burn a hole through your soul when she looked at you. He was tall, heavy set, unlike herself who was tall and yet gracefully framed, this male had the possibility to harm her. Alarm bells went off in her head and her silver eyes locked onto the male, her face twisting into a snarl, her pearly maw shinning in the dull grey light that was screened through the clouds. She thought for a moment, her eyes remaining locked onto the male, then she changed her mind. She let her face relax, returning to its normal shape, she thought of what to do, what to say, making sure to keep her mind from projecting her thoughts into the brute’s head, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of him, so the best idea would be to stay out of his thoughts until he spoke. ”What is your name?” she announced across the clearing from him, turning herself so that she was facing him head on, placing herself neutrally, he was capable of inflicting quite a bit of damage to her, very much so, but she was not afraid of him. Slowly, as she relaxed, her heart rate fluttered slightly, then began to return to normal, and she let out a sharp breath, the condensation clouding her eyes, she always needed that slightly dramatic effect.

[Moonbeam]

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[atrb=background,http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/2334/rivottm1.png] First appearances were a weird one, as the face of the unknown twisted into a menacing one; alarmed perhaps at the arrival of the male. This set the crimson one on his toes, prepared for whatever the other could throw at him. Based off of her size, her stance, the lean muscle that lay just beneath that layer of fur; she could put up a decent fight if need be. Of course, he was still large enough to throw his weight into her, possibly knock her out or down, and keep her that way for as long as he had the patience. Did he want to do that? No. His intentions with her were far from that of a fight; however, that did not make them clear or even pure. The softness ran over the long muzzle in seconds, though, the entire facade and persona seeming to flip flop entirely to another one; a calm and neutral one, to be more exact. Relaxation seemed to flood over and through her, and she appeared ready to speak; facing him head on. He, however, was placed to the side, an easygoing air read off of his body language. A plain face with only a little bit of a side grin which had crept up his black inked lips, practically without his knowing. Her words dropped, a flick of a red ear whilst the other entirely twisted around. Slowly, the other one followed, preparing for another wolf that had been a friend of hers to be behind him. He was not paranoid, but this was a rather sketchy and peculiar position. He had yet to pick up the scent that she carried; nearly entirely forgetting about the fact that he was in loner territory. It all just seemed to match up too perfectly; as if he was being set up out here. However, nothing came; not even a crowing of the creatures of the sky. As far as he could tell, he was safe out here with this stranger. Might as well try something, no? Placing his ears back to their normal position, he let his lips break in a toothy, but very small, grin. His canines shown through in a very playful way, just peaking through and pushing his bottom lip down just a little bit. “My name? Well, it can be whatever you want.” He spoke calmly; charmingly. He took a step forward, dipping his head down as he did so. “Perhaps, handsome? Sweetheart, maybe?” A light and cheery chuckle played from his throat, a slight amount of a mischievous tone finding it’s way into it. After that one step, he kept in the same position; nothing but a swish of his tail from behind him broke his body movements. His breathing kept calm and slow, a mist dancing right in front of his nose and swirling up and around his face until it evaporated and disappeared completely. He felt in his element; and yet, as if she would be a challenge. Things could potentially play out exactly how he wanted--but what, exactly, did he want? She did not hold the scent that pulled every male into her, nor was she anything but a stranger to him. For now, Rivot would just let the record play.