The sky fell down... (Spotty, OPEN)

[MonsterEternal]

Poisen. The thoughts had been running wildly through her head for hours and they showed no signs of stopping. They were a plaige, much like the madness. Oh, what luck Fatale always managed to have! Her whole family had been a mess. But how much better was she for leaving? Gah, that didn't matter seeing as how the only wolf from her past that should concern her was her brother. But he hadn't been around as far as Ale knew. As long as it stayed that way, she would be perfectly fine and not have to worry about much at all. Regaurdless, she frowned as her aqua wings carried her along, pushed onward by the wind to who knew where. It was fun to just go with things evey now and then. She might be cautious, but she liked to relax evey so often. Her lime hued orbs slid closed for a moment as she glided onward, unconcerned with where she was going. worrying was too exhausting. She did it often enough.

When she finally glanced down at the land she was flying over, Ale saw that she had made it to a place she had yet to visit. This was as good a time as any, the sun high in the sky and the day lookling lovely what with it being spring. She adjusted her angle, wings sending her towards the groud below quickly, almost too quickly. Her ears lay back in a focused and determined expression while all her attention went into making this a succesful landing. If she messed up the consequences would be big enough. A few feet from the ground she flapped her great feathered wings powerfully, slowing down and moving her body so she would hit the terra just right. And she managed to. Her body was light enough and even with the force she struck down with she absorbed the shock, taking a few steps and getting her balance. Ale didn't fly a ton, so it wasn't like she was totally at home in the air. But she managed. Always managed, getting by just as best she could but rarely acheiving more. I would help if she tried harder though, something she admitedly had not been too focused on doing. Her priority was simply living. Then her faults could be corrected. She heard once that her family didn't do wonderfully as loners for long. Well, she had been on her own long enough. And eventually a real attempt to join a pack would come. She just had to work at it... Not exactly a big talent of hers.

Moments passed as the Fae collected her thoughts, brought her attention back to her surroundings, and organized herself as a whole. She had been getting less then sharp in her time as a loner. Not good at all. If she had someone to give her incentive, it may not be this way, but Ale wasn't the greatest at making friends with other wolves. She distanced herslf. Just one more bit to add to a growing list of stuff she wanted badly to change. Unfortunatly the biggest thing on that list was the reason she was not the social type. Enough of these thoughts. Fatale smiled when she saw the slabs of rock scattered everywhere. It was perfect for her at the moment. What an absolutely delightful change from the snow. Spring was coming, and though a chill hung in the sair still she could see the brightening of the greenery and it made her just a little more happy.

All it took was a small leap and she had scaled one of the mid sized rocks. Her wings opened reflexivly to aid her in balancing. Just one little hop and the help of a gust of wind and she sailed on over to another boulder further away. This was sort of fun... Maybe not what she had been looking for, whatever that may have been, but she had to say she liked a little bit of change evey now and then. It made life less predictable and helped her push her comfort zone. Ale was very far from perfect, an obvious fact, and at least she was seeking to improve some of the things that limited her so much. A good thing, in her eyes. BUt first, there was still the matter of having a pack to worry over. She had considered joining the one called jagger at one time, but soon after their leader was killed. She heard rumors that the rival alpha Bella had some wolves sent to assasinate the brute. Whatever the truth was, Fatale still had to determine what pack she was going to join. Cerrac was not her only option, but it was the pack she liked most at the moment. These matters were so annoying to sort out. It made her irritable.

After deliberation, ale decided to settle herself on her rock. She streched out, looking around to see if any other wolves were around. From what she could smell, none. But it wouldn't surprise her is she was wrong. Others were sneaky and always hard to predict, which made life both more chalenging and interesting. Her ebony head turned, letting her take in the full view of all these scattered rocks. It was nothing like where she grew up. Not at all. But that was good. Heck, it was great. The more different the better. Then she could settle into a new life. Sh just had to find the guts to get it started.

[Meesh]

The hunt. The Hunt. A feeling that Spottedblaze had not felt before she had become a Hunter of her pack, but one that was as familiar to her as the pack of her paw now. A crazy, fearless feeling, a relentless drive to kill, and a rush of energy, a rush that never ended until the Kill was made. Perhaps the only thing in the world that made the friendly wolf anything but friendly. And the Hunt was certainly in her blood now.

She wheeled high in the sky, eyes and ears pricked for any sign of prey. There. Catek. Pulling her wings close to her body in her usual Catek hunting technique, the female tipped forward into a steep dive. Farther....farther....farther....NOW!. Spottedblaze snapped open her wings, jaws shooting forward in the same instant, catching hold of the now-struggling creature. The familiar surge of Gravity took over and Spotty fought hard to keep her wings open, pulling out of her dive with a few flaps. A quick burst of fire form her mouth finally stilled the now-dead Catek in her jaws.

Spotty landed at the edge of the territory she had been hunting in- the Plain lands, an unusual place for Catek, admittedly. The Catek was just the start though. Spotty was hunting solo today, so she wouldn't be bringing down any big prey, but she planned to over compensate with any small prey she could find- no pack member of hers was going to go hungry tonight.

A strange scent caught her nose and she turned. The Hunt feeling has already died down with the capture of the Catek, so perhaps it had been that which kept from from noticing the wolf with an unfamiliar smell hopping from rock to rock a few yards away. An intruder? No, no intruder would be careless enough to attack alone- and play on the job, at that. After a moment's hesitation- Spotty wasn't exactly a fighting wolf- she trotted towards the figure, letting voice to a loud yip of greeting. Her wings tensed, in case the yip drew out hidden attackers, but as none appeared, they relaxed again.

The stranger, meanwhile, had relaxed on a rock. Definitely not an invader...but who? Spotty voiced a loud yip once more "Hoy! Over here!"


(Could you link me to your profile? Just so I get an idea of appearance other than what's in here :3)

[MonsterEternal]

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   So warm. The sun was beating down on her dark fur and the femle found this most enjoyable. She almost never took the time to relax so this was a good change. When she was very little she had loved to sun bathe. Something about the rays of light hitting her bright wings made her happy. Like so few things in her life. But of course, like the dark and bloody events of her past put a hold on her enjoyment of the light, now her little rest was interupted by a sharp yip. But such was life. Someone was always there right when you managed to get a bit of peace. 

   She cracked an eyelid to try and see what foolish wolf had disturbed her. Were they mad? She was one to talk, but honestly, crying out so loudly was the less smart of choices available. But Ale didn't know how long they had been here, so who was she to judge. From what she could tell with just one half opened eye, this other was a young wolf, so the high pitched yip that had disturbed her made more sence. The coat of the wold was interesting, from what Ale could tell. If she wasn't so distanced, she might have opened her eyes and simply studied the colors for a while. She would have done that with anyone, other wolves had so many possible colors and they were so very fun to look at. 

   She flinched, eye closing when the wolf actually called out to her again. Good greif, could she not take her time? This was a perfectly nice day and she had finally managed to loosen herself up. Fine. But let the whole of archaic know she resented this with everything she had. But most would resent a nice rest being interupted. Her green eyes flew open, instantly locking on the femle who stood down on the ground. Fatale had not seen anyone with orange as their base coat color in a while. She glanced at the ret spots running along the other fae's back, the ink black points on the legsand ears, with patches of ivory intruding. Over all an intreging look. But her looking lasted but a moment before she let her eyes lock on those of the stranger.

   A sigh escaped her. So, it seemed she had no choice. Perhaps after she spoke with this one she could be done with them in time to catch some more rays of light before it got late. But that was wishful thinking, and it was not like she truly needed to lay there. Even if it was nice. It was time to get up. In like ten more seconds... Fatale blinked at the wolf below, attempting to decide if they were taller or shorter than she. When others were taller it made her uncomfortable. Not for any one reason. Just a thing she had. Everyone had their strange quirks.

After she had effectivly stalled herself, Ale got up in a smooth movement, opened her wings and flew off her perch. She managed to land in the exact spot she intended, paws landing right where she wanted and not an inch off. She was only a few feet away from the femme who had come and gotten her up. She noted that this one was in fact taller than she. It added to the fact that she wasn't too comfortable talking to those she did not know. But that was not a big deal seeing as she had been taught to hide such things. What did matter was what brought the fae here. But that question answered itslef with a single glance at the prey this wolf had apparently just caught. A catek.

   She was good with words, yes. They ran through her head wildly but she usually knew how to place them. The problem came when voicing them. She was not so good at that part. At least until she got used to them. Knew something about them. It was easier to trust a friend than a stranger. Simple fact. Her accented voice did not come out as strongly as she might have liked, "Yes? What may it be that you want?" Ale said. She had a habit of asking questions first and bothering with introductions later. It just worked better for her.

[Meesh]

The stranger seemed not to hear her at first, remaining on her rock. After Spotty's second yip, though, the stranger's ears twitched and she got up, tensing her wings and flying until she landed a few feet in front of Spotty, meeting her eyes squarely. Aqua eyes met emerald ones, and Spotty took a few moments to examine the stranger standing before her.

Fea, from the scent of it. A little shorter than Spotty, but that was to be expected- not many wolves matches Spotty's height anyway- but also a little skinnier. Jet black fur with radiant aqua markings, and wings that seemed about the same wingspan as Spotty's. There was a long slash starting at the wolves eye and crossing her muzzle. This wolf was definitely a fighter, by the looks of it. Age wise, she appeared the same age as Spotty, perhaps a little older, though Spotty couldn't be sure. Most wolves-except for pups- didn't allow their age to show once they had reached a certain number of years.

At the stranger's question- 'Yes? What may it be that you want?' Spotty paused. Why exactly -had- she called the other wolf over. They were far enough from the Cerrac mountain that the wolf didn't seem to be a trespasser, and anyway, Spotty was a hunter, not warrior. The stranger had been lying out in the sun, so she was in no visible way a threat. So no, that wasn't it. Spotty sighed. Even when she had gained her new job as a hunter, she still couldn't help but let her social nature take over. Something that may one day result in her death, but for now, was something she still valued.

Dropping the catek at her paws so it wouldn't hinder her speech, the orange female motioned to it with a paw. "I was wondering if you'd like to share a meal. I'll be hunting later on today, so I'm sure I'll catch plenty more than I'll be able to fly home, to Cerrac. Might as well eat some of it now" Spotty flashed a grin full of cheer and confidence, not letting her inner worry show. Stranger or not, this wolf looked skinny-dangerously so. Was she one of the packless ones?

She shook her fur out slightly, trying to get rid of the worrysome thoughts. If the wolf accepted her offer, then Spotty could ask questions then, but until then, personal questions would just seem rude. Spotty didn't even know the name of the stranger. Speaking of names..."Oh, and I'm Spottedblaze. Well, most wolves call me Spotty, I guess for obvious reasons" she motioned with her muzzle to her back, where the maroon stripes could be visibly seen. "So, how about it?" hungry? Her tail wagged lightly, as if to show she meant no harm

[MonsterEternal]

Fatale blinked once, giving the wolf one last look over. They seemed not to have any visible scars, though it didn't really surprise her. Why was that? She had to mull it over a second before she knew. The first thing she noticed of great significance was the catek. It had been a minor detail, but it made her think this wolf held the role of a hunter. And from Ale's experience, the scent they had was one of a wolf who belonged to cerrac. This meant they had not had the experience Fatale had as a warrior. But she would not underestimate anyone. None of it mattered a whole lot, though, since she had no urge to hurt this wolf and they had given no sign of any type of aggression.

She Noted a few things. The stream-lined build of this wolf had only just fully registered. It made this one more speedy in flight, she assumed. No wonder they were a hunter. And the prey the femme had just caught attested to said conclusion. Fatale would bet that with the right training this wolf could have also made it as a fighter. So long as they learned to be more cautious, that was. But what they did outside of here and now hardly concerned her.

The prey fell from the wolf's mouth like a rock. Apparently Ale had walked into a situation that would require conversing more than she usually liked. Oh, well that was great. She found the idea annoying, but it barely showed. Her face only registered emotions that were strong or of importance. And the fact that she didn't usually like talking was not a big detail. It was overlooked.

Words. They spilled from the other ones mouth. She had to focus again to make sense. After all, she preferred to use another language. Sometimes the words lost meaning to her. Or, was that the madness leaking into the rest of her? If very well could be. No matter, she didn't need words to get the meaning here. It was a simple offer, and it made her heart leap. An offer of food was before her. Food, which she was clearly in need of at the moment. And the food in question was one she happened to like. Her ears flicked back reflexively, fluffy tail swishing back and forth. Not her normal behavior. Fatale was a controlled wolf, who always thought before acting. Or, that was how she used to be. Her brother had done few useful things, but teaching her to think smartly enough was a good one. She could only guess being a loner had finally started to take it's toll.

What to say, what to say? The Fae who offered had seemed rather confident in the fact that she would be able to catch plenty more for her pack. What would it be like to be a hunter? Her own skill was that of fighting, or, it was the most prominent one of them. She was very capable of hunting and hunting well, but had never had a role where she was required to catch a lot of prey. Her brow furrowed some as she debated things, off track once more. That happened increasingly often... She really should get over her nerves and save herself. Loners, did not last extremely long on archaic. But she had been alone some time with little effect. Ale had started strong though, and now her body started to weaken.

Back to the point! Was there one? Oh, yes. She was required to give a response, accepting or declining the proposal of a meal. That was what she needed to think on. What an easy choice that lay before her, "I would like that." Her tone was lighter than it had been previously, now knowing that this stranger was of the type to act kindly. Always a nice thing. Again the wagging of her tail took up. It was a slow, cautious motion, but still recognizable.

Before she had answered, Ale had almost missed the mentioning of the wolf's name. Her mind liked to do that to her. Let thoughts get in the way of listening. She would have to learn to pay more attention, or she may as well be unable to communicate with others. That would do no good for her at all. Spottedblaze. Spotty, the shortened nickname. It was a curious name. But, then again, Fatale was not a truly common name, was it? And few wolves besides her deceased family could understand the meaning, anyways. Why were these unhappy thoughts invading? She pushed them away, nothing but a nuisance to her.

She took a few slow steps towards Spotty, eyes showing the weariness that had been a part of her from a time long before now. It was part of how she acted now. At least until she had a reason to loosen up and be less antisocial. In return for spotty giving her name, Ale supposed it was only curtious to give her own name is response, "I'm Fatale Monstrum."

[Meesh]

The other wolf seemed to hesitate, sizing up Spotty as she herself sized up the other wolf when they first met. Probably wondering if the offer of food was a trap. Spotty relaxed the fur on her shoulders, trying to appear as less of a threat. To be honest, she didn't know if she could take on this wolf in a fight- any kind of fighting Spotty had been trained in relied on the element of surprise- prey was so much harder to catch if it knew it was being pursued, but there really wasn't much point in telling the other wolf that.

The stranger seemed to hesitate, looking as if she was searching for the right words to use, which surprised Spotty. A simple yes or no would have worked, so why did it take the other so long to respond? She waited patiently though, and soon, her patience was rewarded. The other agreed, and Spotty smiled. Hunting alone was better to catch small prey, but lonely on a whole. It was nice to settle down beside another wolf, hear them speaking, breathing. Less lonely.

Loneliness. That had been something Spotty hadn't thought about in a while. When she grew up as a pup in her pack- Spotty didn't remember her puphood days, or her parents, just dim memories of a river, a scent, and a feeling of guilt before being taken in by the pack. That time before had been a lonely one, Spotty was sure. But growing up, she was almost always surrounded by other wolves. Only now that she had become a hunter, leaving the territory for sometimes days at a time on solo flights, did Spotty realize again, she was lonely. Cerrac was strong, but not overly big. Aside form bringing prey to the den, Spotty spent a lot of time alone these days. And alone was something she did not like. So it was gratifying to have another wolf around.

Oh, but Spotty had to uphold her end of the deal. She nudged the piece of prey forward, and lowered herself into a sitting position before lying down completely, looking expectantly up at the other wolf to do the same. She pushed the piece of prey closer towards the other "You can have the first bite, I'm not that hungry" It was a lie- flying all day to get to the plains was a rather exhausting task- but one well worth it. Spotty wondered, yet again, how long it had been since the other had eaten. She assumed the other was from a different pack- no pack scent was on her- but Spotty had always heard rumors that those without packs didn't survive long in the land. That, coupled with how skinny the other was....It was no big deal. Spotty could catch prey again alter, and she assumed the other could not.

She nodded at the other wolf offered her name- or names, rather. Fatale Monstrum. An interesting name. Long, but interesting. "Fatale Monstrum. she said aloud,the words forming an interesting ring in her mouth. Did they mean anything? Perhaps, perhaps not. "Mind if I called you Fate? Or Fatal, if you prefer that. Unless you have another nickname you prefer, that is. Some wolves do, some don't". In the back of her mind, she was aware that she was rambling, but ah, well. Rambling was just another way to communicate, after all, even if it was a bit...random, at times.

[MonsterEternal]

Her head tilted at the offer this stranger gave. A look that asked if she was sure. After all, Ale hadn't come from anywhere close by. She knew the toll a long flight took. But either way, it seemed spotty was the one here who could afford to make such an offer. Fatale really had little choice but to accept.

Hunger took over, giving her no choice but to lie down and inch closer to the food that lay on the ground. Her eyes locked on it and she couldn't help but begin to eat. So it really had been too long since she had eaten. Sometimes she didn't notice. If this kept up, she wouldn't live a very lengthy life. Her sharp canines tore through the skin of the prey to the meat. The good part. Exactly what she needed. But she only had a bite before she raised her head. She couldn't put all her attention into this piece of food. For the first time in a long while she was in the company of another wolf.

It took a moment for her to process what the wolf said next. Her name, yes. Some wolves did try and get a feel for it. It wasn't a normal name, at least not one that sounded common. It made sense to her at least. But that didn't mean she liked it. Heck, what did that matter. She was free, right? Or, getting there. Nearly there. Just a few things had to happen. Then, life could get better.

Now... A nickname? Well. She did have at least one that worked. But anything was usually fine. What she preferred, would have been to not be in the mess her life had created. But, she could only ask for so much without it being unreasonable. Oh, right. An answer should be in order. My, she was a wreck sometimes.

She shook her head to clear it out of the thoughts that were not nessicary, "Oh, you can call me Ale. It's what I've gone by for a while, anyways. But I suppose I am open to whatever you like to call me though." The words all came out before she bothered deciding if there was too much. Sometimes she felt a bit rambley. It was fine, but she usually liked to organize her thoughts more than that...

[Meesh]

The other wolf practically collapsed on the piece of prey, biting into it hungrily. Another wave of concern passed over Spotty, but she stifled it, watching the wolf eat. Briefly hoping one Catek would be enough. Spotty would have liked to catch more, but it didn't seem there were any in sight. But ah, well. Catek's weren't the large prey Spotty caught in groups, but they weren't tiny either. This should do.

After a few minutes of eating, Fatale looked up to glance at Spotty. Spotty flicked an ear in response. After another moment, Fatale told Spotty her nickname. Ale. An interesting name. Spotty nodded, letting a grin suffice her features. She had missed doing this, sitting by another wolf and just talking. But speaking of talking, perhaps Spotty was asking too many questions. This wolf looked hungry. but since ale hadn't offered any questions herself, Spotty didn't know what to do. Ah well. She was fine with just sitting there, if the moment required it.

Spotty half closed her eyes, scenting the air. She wasn't planning on leaving for a while, so might as well scent for prey while she was resting. The was a Raob nearby- not close enough to be a danger, though- which would have been good prey, if Spotty was with other hunters or fighters. But ah well. The scent of an Orinn crossed her nose, and she nodded, satisfied. Not her favorite prey, perhaps, but good enough to bring to the pack when Spotty finally returned.

She inched closer to the other wolf, so she could get a better look at her. The wolf seemed like a strong fighter, for all her weakness. And she certainly must have had willpower, if she had managed to live so long without a pack. There was something to be said for a wolf so resilent. But maybe she did have a pack scent, one Spotty just didn't recognize. "Tell me, are you in a pack? I can't scent any other wolves on you" The question might have been a little forward, but Spotty was curious about this odd she wolf.

But then again. Maybe the wolf -was- a loner. And no loner survived long. Spotty wondered how long the other wolf would live without being able to hunt for herself. She frowned. She did not want this other wolf to die. Perhaps she could invite....? But no, Spotty wasn't an alpha, she didn't have that kind of authority. but then again, maybe if she played her cards right...the female twitched her ears, thinking. "Maybe if we brought home a large piece of prey...make the alpha happy..." she muttered to herself, not even realizing she spoke the comment aloud

[MonsterEternal]

   It took a minute of having been eating for her to start thinking clearly again. It helped. A whole lot. Her muscles relaxed more, and the emerald eyes shut while she let herself get fully collected. When she looked at the catek, she noticed how much she had managed to eat. Apparently she had been absloutly ravenous and had just managed to overlook it. It was an odd thing that she could ignore such a thing as hunger. But she hadn't been in too bad a state until recently, so her focus had been on the task of finding a pack. Of course, that was done. What she needed was to join one.

Nerves. The she wolf had a few problems, and admitedly hadn't come up with anything to fix most. But the big one in her way now was she was too shy. Deadly and tough she may be, when strong, but that didn't mean she had very good social skills. Then, it took a second thought, but wasn't she working on this now? She had in fact managed to accept a wolf she didn't know too well and give them some trust. A step, yes. 

   A small sigh escaped her as she unfolded her large wings, spreading them over the warm grass that had the new scent of spring. Hm, spring was a nice season. Again with that wandering of her mind! Turning back to the catek, she nosed what meat remained over towards spotty, "Here. You can finish it. Her voice was soft as her thoughts wandered over things. What she needed next, was an idea of how to go about things. 

   Spotty seemed to have been in thought about something else, whatever it might have been. Ale couldn't tell. She was no mind reader. Her own brain lept to the topic of this wolf before her. She contemplated what Spotty's past might have been like. Had she come from another pack before aquireing the smell of cerrac and being one of them? It could be. But she wouldn't dare ask. Fatale had never told anyone about her own past. She didn't expect it of others.

   When she was asked if she belonged to a pack, she caught her breath. A breeze ruffled her fur and she ignored the chill it seemed to bring with all to perfect timing. How to go about answering such a question? The last clear memory she retained of her pack was graphic and bloody. She could recall a dead packmember in it... But she didn't like dwelling on that. It was much too disturbing. 

"Hmm..." she muttered. It was a tough one to work out. She didn't know exactly what the Fae wanted to hear right now. Maybe it was easiest to stick to the simple truths and concepts without bringing all of the other crap. Yes, this worked best, "I was in a pack. I probably stopped smelling like them a long time ago. But now, I am just with myself. No pack." She was going to add that it may kill her at some point, but that seemed a bit too dark just now. Or, she figured it did. Sometimes brutal honesty and acceptance of facts was... Weird? Disturbing? Something like that. Not what one usually heard anyways. She kept such things to herself until she knew other wolves. 

   The possibility of joining the pack that spotty belonged to hit her and she pondered the idea. It would mean getting over her fears. Not being so... Well, like herself at the moment. And there was no promising she would even be accepted by the alpha. Maybe being alone would kill her... Oh, what a dark thought. She pushed it from her mind. She could wallow in sorrow after there was no other options left for her. That would be the time that she feared for her life. Now was a nice day and she had met someone who had acted so very nice. Oh, highlights of her normally boring days. 

   But what may it take to get her into the pack? Her right audit flicked when she heard her companion mutter something about prey or whatever. Well well. Could it be possible they both had the same idea on their minds? It could. She shifted her wings when they got uncomfortable, folding the things to get then out of the way again. She considered whether the bit she heard from spotty could work. If she helped this pack wolf catch something bigger than a catek, would the alpha take enough notice to maybe allow fatale to join? It could be worth attempting. But just what two wolves could catch was yet to be decided. She wasn't at her physical best, but the fact that she was still alive after her months alone must attest to her resilience. 

   Her tail thumped once against the ground, sending a little gust of air that made the grass lean away. Grass was funny. She could stand on it, beat her wings and blow air against it, and no matter what she did, it just sat and kept on growing. The stuff was one of the plants that would sprout after a fire burnt it away. But such a plant did not require her focus. Spotty, and the prospect of joining a pack again did. She tilted her dark head, inquiring, "What are you thinking?" to the wolf whom she decided could well become the first friend she had had in a long time. Friends were good. Like grass, the good ones stayed through all things, and came back after they left. 

[Meesh]

Spotty continued thinking as Ale was eating. What piece of prey would impress that pack that could be caught? Unknowingly echoing the other's thoughts, she considered what prey could be caught by two wolves, and only one of them a trained hunter. Verau was out of the question of course. So was Raob. that only left two options, Igotta and Ora. Perhaps she could scent out one of them-

Oh, but Ale was saying something! Spotty gave a chuckle to herself, realizing she had drifted off in thought again. Woops. Oh, it was an offer of food. Spotty was impressed. The wolf looked half starved, and still she offered food to Spotty. Though she was sure she could handle it without eating a little while longer, Spotty knew better than to rudely refuse the offer. She nodded her thanks, biting into the piece of prey. Ripping a chunk of meat off and swallowing it whole.

When Spotty had asked her question, Ale seemed to almost stiffen a moment. Spotty blinked. Had she said something wrong? Maybe she was being a bit forward. But no, the other wolf quickly answered, responding she was a loner. Despite herself, a gust of pity welled up in Spotty. She did not want this other wolf to die. Maybe she was repeating her thoughts a bit now, but that didn't make them any less true. Spotty nodded to herself, resolving silently that she would not let this wolf that she had already come to consider a friend die.

Which turned her back to her previous thoughts. Igotta seemed the easiest to catch, though Spotty knew the kill would have to be made quickly, or else the both of them would risk serious injury from its burning effects. Then again, Ora didn't have any sort of defence in combat. Once it was spotted, it would be easily taken down. Spotty knew it all depended on the other wolf's capabilities. Spotty knew what she could do, but not was Ale could do. And a group hunt depended on every wolf knowing what every wolf was capable of.

Ale asked a question, and Spotty twitched her ears, delighted. Now, for the answer. Spotty took a deep breath, knowing an offer such as hers could not be withdrawn or taken lightly. "I was thinking. Well, being a loner is, well, lonely, right? Maybe you would, that is.." the severity of the question had made the normally cheerful and dauntless wolf stutter a little. "Maybe you could join Cerrac?" Spotty quickly added "Well, I can't speak for my alpha, of course, but maybe we could convince her. You know, if we bring back a large piece of prey or something, maybe that'll be enough to impress her and allow you to join. It would be nice to have you in the pack." Spotty smiled encouragingly, her confidence returning with each word. "And there's a lot of other wolves there. It would be great~"

A scent caught her nose and she turned. Ora. Yes, that was definitely an Ora scent blowing in the wind towards them. Perfect! Spotty turned to the other wolf, wondering if she could smell it too, blowing in the wind swiftly towards the two. Maybe if they hurried, they could....but wait. Spotty should probably wait for the other's response first. She blinked at Ale, tail beginning to wag in a friendly fashion.

[MonsterEternal]

   There was no doubt in her mind that she wasn't exactly one of the best wolves to be around. She had a nice big pile of problems and not much of an idea on how to fix it. The only reason for her train of thought going this way was that the prospect of hunting meant the big problem could surface. It wasn't that she was bad, she didn't think she was bad. But control was an issue. Sure she was a fighter. A fighter with a problem. She just had to figure out what to do now about it. Wait. Her question, the one she brought up only a moment before, was about to be answered. 

   The useless thoughts she had been going over but a second ago were discarded now as her attention was drawn to spotty. The other wolf stuttered, apparently unsure of herself and trying to figure out how her words should be fraised. Maybe the Fae should ust spit it out... Then again, she shouldn't think things she never kept to consistantly, her own shy personality and lack of courage at times was terrible. Ale could wait for spotty to find the words she wanted.

   After a less than subtle introduction to whatever idea spotty had, a full and understandable scentance came from her mouth. Well then. Fatale's aqua ears flicked back a moment, indecision hitting her like a powerful strike form an opponent. Simply the thought made her have to take a second to collect her thoughts and feelings, which suddenly felt scattered all over her mind. Before, she had very much wanted to join the pack. Heck, there were a few times she found the nerve to visit the very edge of cerrac territory. But not that she was facing a real, absolute possibility, she wasn't sure what she thought.

    But she couldn't sit here forever thinking about things she had already gone over dozens of times. Well, she really could. It just wasn't the recomended choice. Not at all. So, here it was. Many times before she has gone over the packs that she could join, and this one had been at the top. So why not? Worst case senario, she died a loner anyways. Gah, ale could think disturbing things after this. Not now.

   Okay. She had little to lose from this, just a chance to gain a new pack. A chance. Hadn't that been one of the things she needed? Just a way to get closer to what she needed. Right. She could definatly fo this. It was likely anyhow, "Allright. It couldn't hurt too badly. And I guess i can't very well say no." she noticed when she finished that her new friend seemed to have noticed something she neglected to. Ah. She raised her head and scented the air, catching the smell of Ora not so far off.

   Her teachings as a youngster had been most often in battle. Yes, she was definatly good at hunting when she held her mind to the task. It required her to keep the distractions out. Only problem now was that felt more difficult to do now that she had been on her own so long. So it looked like the usefulness of the time when her older siblings took interest in her would come again. Maybe if she used spotty to compensate, she could hold herself together on their hunt well enough to finish their target. Stalking prey, she did a good job of, so spotty would not have to worry about her being too loud and frightening anything. 

   If she did her best this could work. Fatale wasn't totally sure of it, but if she did not try she could not know. She turned back to her companion to see what they might do now. A tilt of her head and glance towards the source of the prey scent was all she offered as a question. But she was quite sure her meaning was plain as day.

[Meesh]

Spotty watched as the wolf thought, worried a second that ale would take her offer as an insult- maybe loners enjoyed being loners? She shifted from paw to paw, watching the other wolf's movements for a sign of how her question was taken. But after a moment of hesitation, the other wolf voiced her consent. A breath of relief washed over Spotty. So her idea wasn't too forward. Great!

Spotty scooted over to Ale, pressing against her side briefly before standing "Great! Now we just need to see if we can catch a piece of prey and we'll have this in the bag~" She gave a grin to her friend, then focused on the main event at paw. The Ora

Spotty stretched out her wings slightly, the few minutes of rest had alreadyleft them feeling cramped. Ale was already looking at her expectantly, so Spotty assumed the other wolf had scented the Ora too. For a moment she just stood still, eyes closed, scenting the air, letting the feeling of the Hunt wash over her. Keep a hold of that scent....Ora are tricky....don't let it get away. Spotty inhaled deeply, then opened her eyes, now narrowed in concentration as a second Spotty took over, one more concentrated on business.

"Are you strong enough to fly, or would you prefer walking?" The voice that came from Spotty's mouth was a lot more firm and assertive than her own. "One of us can sneak on the Ora from the ground, then leap from below, distracting it as the other divebombs it from the sky" her tail flicked. The plan wasn't the neatest of ideas, but it would get the kill done quickly, before either of them tired out. There was the danger component, but if they two of them played their cards right....This had to work. It would work

She let the scent wash over her again, making sure to fix it firmly in her minds eye so she wouldn't lose scent of it later. A plume of smoke came from her mouth as she exhaled, unknowingly calling up the fire that was her special ability. Claws gripped the ears slightly, then relaxed. Wings stretched in preparation for take off. There was something...different....about the Hunt. A feeling of fearlessness, of determination. And of course, sometimes, no feeling at all. Just action. This elimination of feeling is what Spotty felt now, and she used it to her advantage, in preparation for the hunt. When again she met Ale's eyes, her own her narrowed, determined. "Ready when you are" Spotty flashed a grin, one much more feral looking than before.


(Sluggish post, my bad :3)

[MonsterEternal]

Ale found her new friend's excitement amusing. The look that crossed the Fae's face was one of a skilled hunter who's inner predator was coming to life, awakening and feeling just thrilled at the prospect of hunting once more; much like the terrifying way her own inner monster woke up during a fight. But that, was far more of a reason to feel nervous the way she sometimes did than the way spotty was getting into this prospective hunt.

Her own wings fanned out as she prepped herself for this hunt. There were just two of them here, not as many hunters as she may have liked for such a task, but really she couldn't go around whining, after all, She didn't exactly have many friends to call upon. Well, she had none. Except spotty. But things had always been better that way. It kept her from doing something potentially regrettable. Regret was something she knew too well, so why add on more to her collection of half buried memories?

Hearing spotty voice her plan for the hunt brought her mind into focus again. Yes, she had a problem. But, maybe it could be fixed soon. Of course, she was still as nervous about the idea of meeting the pack as she had been for most of the winter season, and even before that. The femme had been searching a very long time now. Ah, what did that matter? She might not be a hunter, but she could get the job done when needed. After all, hunting was just the killing of a prey animal. It was almost an unnerving thing, the way Ale was so acquainted with the topic of killing. Not her fault, she had to remind herself that it wasn't under her control.

Her bright eyes closed for just a second, mimicking the way spotty breathed in the smell of the Ora. She had hunted before, done well enough. Maybe if she just got familiar with the idea, she could get better at it. She opened her eyes again quickly, looking to spotty with a slightly happier expression.

Wait, she had heard a question come from spotty. Typical that she wouldn't take notice till a minute or so afterward. Oh, vae, vae. What problems she did have. Oh well. Onward to victory, right? "Oh. I think I'll be fine walking. It won't see me anyways. So, lets do this, then." Her tone had changed slightly now. Instead of a weary, guarded way, she spoke with a tinge of determination in her voice. This was nothing more than fighting to kill, and victory should be hers if she and spotty worked together well.

Her bright eyes had a hard shine to them as she flicked her tail in momentary fair well to her companion, at least until the other came down for the kill. Her long legs carried her at a brisk pace, striding in the direction of the scent she knew came from the Ora. Ale slinked into the shadows made by the large rocks, and seemed to disappear into the darkness. Ah, she did enjoy that. It made hunting in some places that much easier. Aqua shaded paws hit the grass with new stealth, taking her from shadow to shadow closer and closer to her target, who she couldn't yet see, but the smell was stronger now. Her ears pinned, and she dropped into a crouch, searching carefully for the animal. Then she found it.

Near a boulder not far off, she caught sight of a shimmering that looked like a shower of water was sitting in one place. In the shape of the creature she planned to catch. Okay. Large feathered wings stretched, and she gathered herself to leap forward towards the Ora. Of course, Ale never got to have it easy. The beast seemed to have felt her eyes on it, and before she knew it, it was running, and she was half gliding after it, in hot pursuit. It would not get away this easy. Not as long as she could still run.



( Vae - woe, alas. Not sure I like this, but eh.)

[Meesh]

Her friend gave a determined nod, after what looked like a few minutes hesitation and consideration. Perhaps she wasn't as used to fighting as Spotty assumed? Ah well, the key element to a good hunt was determination, and they both had plenty of that. Spotty shook out her fur "See you soon then"

ale flicked her tail in farewell and Spotty gave a returning nod, crouching and then springing into the air, wings flapping once, twice, before she was airborne. She flapped a few more times to get herself higher. Now Ale was a blurry speck on the ground, and the scent of the Ora, still clear. Spotty remained where she was, hovering until she saw Ale begin heading towards the Ora.

She was keeping a close eye on Ale when the wolf seemed to dissapear in the shadows. Spotty blinked. She didn't have perfect eyesight, but she was not in any way blind. how should she have just missed Ale again? She scented the air, and sure enough, the she-wolf's scent still drifted from below. Odd.

Then, with a flash of fur, the wolf appeared again, running after the shimmering blur of light that was the Ora. The creature, noticing it was being pursued, gave a terrified bleat before sprinting off, Ale gliding in pursuit.

This was where she came in. Flapping once more to reposition herself, Spotty folded in her wings, except for the very tips (for steering) dive bombing in the direction of the Ora. The stunt, pulled from so high, was good for gaining speed quickly, but aiming it was a lot harder. Spotty zoomed towards the figure of the running Ora and gliding wolf, struggling to stay on course.

With a flash of apprehension, Spotty realized she had been aiming a little off. she was heading towards the two very quickly, yes, but if she remained this course, she would end up tackling Ale rather than the Ora! The she wolf quickly snapped her wings out, trying to redirect herself, sending herself spinning out of control.

Maybe it was skill, but most likely it was pure luck that sent Spotty blindly crashing into the Ora, knocking it off its feet, but sending Spotty sprawling into the dirt. The Ora bleated furiously, one of its leg clamped firmly in Spotty's jaws. Spotty, with a mouthful of Ora, couldn't talk, so she just motioned towards the ora with a paw, struggling to keep hold of the paw as the Ora desperately kicked her with it's other hindleg. "Gt 't nw!" she struggled to say, mouth still full