Just Me (open)

[Arwen]

It was a dreary day but then again Arwen considered almost any day dreary since being caught by the ROUND people. Pearly grey clouds coiled overhead with the seeming debate of whether to sleet, snow or rain, perhaps a mix. Chilly late autumn winds combed through the thick fur of the hybrid as she padded wearily around the edges of the Kage Forest. Arwen felt restless but didn't really know what to do about it. Since being caught by the ROUND humans she was cautious, having heard from some other unfortunate full-blood strays that going too far could result in her death. Then again, after exploring a little Arwen had found that just about anything in Canaan seemed capable of killing. It was infuriating to know her every step could bring her that much closer to an early death. She wanted to go deeper into the forest, past just a the first fifty yards or so but didn't dare.

Wolves roamed there and now Arwen stood between an open field and the trees, gazing wistfully at them with her bright blue eyes. The cold winds ruffled her thick coat of varying blues and greys, her silver legs holding her up above the ground with the height of a wolf but the sturdy shoulders and haunches of a husky. Her muzzle wasn't as sharp as that of a wolf, more rounded instead and her tail had a very slight curl when she was agitated. Arwen had the urge to howl and see if anyone was in the forest but then again, what if she drew out some wolf that thought they could rip her apart?

Sitting back on her haunches near the base of an oak, Arwen stared into the depths of the dense forest, thumping her tail lightly on the ground. She hated this place. Everything about it from the bombs and toxin to the stupid humans. It was going to drive her mad if she didn't find a way out. She could almost feel the chip in her neck though she knew it was too small to physically feel. Arwen knew it was just her mind and her dislike of being controlled but it was still there, a nagging worry in the back of her mind, wondering if she was going to die in a single day.

Stiffening her jaw, Arwen's eyes glinted defiantly. Rising to her paws the wolf-dog padded into the trees, her strides slow but purposeful, nose to the wind and her head high. No mangy wolves were going to keep her out of the woods, not even if "wolves" meant the ROUND volunteers coming to execute her.

[Terry]

The Kage forest, the one place Syria was fully comfortable... it was home to the wolves. And to Syria, only wolves. Her fur bristeled lightly, everyday she was reminded of her hate for humans and dogs, how they tainted the land where she once lived. Now, she can only find full refuge here, where wolves outnumber dogs and they are free from most of the ROUD expiraments. As she walked, she felt impowered, how much she enjoyed the freedom this forest gave her above all... it made her shiver in sheer joy; a rare feeling. Syria, whom had just had a meal outside of the forest, was stuffed and ready for a good rest. Yet, before she could, she caught the scent of something dreadful. Her voice was of pure rage, "Dog".

She shot to her feet and ripped a howl, of both song and mourning... she was proud that wolves were the only creatures to make such an untamed and beautiful song. She bounded forward, her legs stiff with excitment for the hunt...and the blood. She knew the dog was probably scared out of its wits... or at least dumb enough to stay where it was. She hoper either would be the default reaction; it was fun to chase dogs... for food or for fun. Syria could just make out the outline of the damned dog, but before she could leap, she stopped dead in her tracks. A-a Hybrid!?, She screamed in her thoughts, what sort of wolf would succumb to a dog. She lashed her tail violently and bared her fangs. She was so full of rage and hatred... she could hardly contain herself.

Before she could control her temper she shot into the spot where the dog was, growling in an ear spliting volume; to her, at least. She was way taller than this...thing. She cut of her snarl, looked at the hybrid with a hatred that could have made someone cringe, and smiled. "You dare come into the Kage forest, the one place us wolves think as refuge from your pathetic being and the curse of the humans upon our land?" She hissed the words, defining each and everyone with a tint of hatred. "You dogs, you disgust me far beyond any living thing," Her words cut deeply, but softly. It was almost an endearing sound, one that would chill the heart of many but seem soothing still.

[Arwen]

It was the howl that first alerted Arwen to danger. A wolf, an angry wolf by the sound, was nearby and coming closer. Muscles coiled under Arwen's bluish coat, her gaze hardening but she continued on her path. She wouldn't let a wolf bully her. She stood with two feet in a wolf world and two in a dog world, balanced between them and fully accepted by neither. Arwen didn't care. She'd been an outcast for a long time, even when she'd been nothing more then a whelp a few days free from her mother Red Cloud. Since then Arwen hadn't let anyone bully her, not a dog, not a wolf and not even her own family. They had wanted to stay together and hope that numbers were safer but Arwen had been too wolfish to put up with their soft-hearted dog ways. She wasn't cruel or bitter, simply more wild and she didn't let herself be herded by anyone or anything, even the ROUND humans.

A loud growl made Arwen finally look around and spot her potential attacker, a wiry-furred grey wolf. Arwen angled herself so she was facing the wolf, ears forward and her defiant blue eyes boring into the other's. It didn't take a lot to see the fae didn't like dogs. No wolf did, or at least not any that Arwen had ever met. It didn't bother her a lot. She was half wolf. Half her blood gave her the right to walk in the forest, howl to the moon and roam wherever she wanted without worrying about being used for a human's target practice.

"Well what a coincidence" Arwen barked back coolly. "I don't particularly love wolves. Since we don't like each other why don't you just go along your way and I'll be on mine. Hear a gunshot, feel free to come gnaw on my bones."

Her voice was quiet and level. She refused to rise to the fae's bait or really, even fight. If this wolf was smart she'd let Arwen go and by sundown Arwen was sure she'd be dead. No toxins had killed her yet but if she went far enough the humans would. She didn't mind friends but this wolf was probably not a good place to start. Arwen didn't want or need enemies. Only half wanted or needed friends. If this wolf was going to simply be a thorn in her side, Arwen would pass her up.

"Besides wolf, half my blood gives me a right to walk in these woods whether you like it or not" Arwen barked, taking a purposeful step forward and glaring at the fae, waiting for a challenge.

[Terry]

What an over-confident thing this is, Syria mused to herself. The hybrid was, to her suprise, feisty like the wolf. Syria knew this dog was smarter than other dogs she'd met, but she knew all dogs; wether half wolf or not, were as useless as the ROUD humans intentions. Syria sat down, even sitting, she was level with the hybrid's height. "No dog is particularly fond of a wolf, you have no need to remind me," She said blankly. Her anger had subsided, and she viewed this dog at a more... how could she put this... respectful angle. She spat at the ground, she hated the word respect, it was a word that should'nt be used in another beings presence. "Being half dog and half wolf is a disgrace to wolf-kind," She paused, letting it sink in, "You have a right to roam in the land of the highest, but heed my call as a warning, for no wolf or dog will accept you... as you very well know," She said it coldly, there was no mercy in Syria's life... she would'nt let this thing go until she had a taste of hybrid flesh, it would be a new experiance for her.

When the hybrid took a step toward her, Syria smiled, inviting her to take a step closer. "No one intimidates me, I am unlike my kin," She said softly, her cold eyes boring into the other thing's eyes, they had similar eyes... which made Syria form a low growl. "Your eyes, they are the eyes of a husky, I presume?," It was totally random, but for once, Syria was curious in her victim. She had killed husky before, a cocky and vile breed she must say, making this hybrid all the worse. Syria stood slowly, her ears erect as she looked down apon the hybrid with cool eyes. "You are no wolf," Her clear voice stated. This was a hybrid. Hybrid. She was not a wolf.

Syria repeated it in her mind, comfirming it. She knew, and the hybrid probably knew, that a wolf could kill a nearly any dog on the spoy; excluding the pit bull. Syria's lock jaw was actually quite powerful for her non-muscular frame... probably because of all the killings she had done with it. She smiled, her teeth glinting in the sun. The trees were calm, all belonged to the wolves. Syria kept on chanting in her mind that everything in this forest was the wolves... nothing else could claim them. She nodded to herself, then flicked her tail in both annoyance and boredom. Her victim was'nt exciting enough, sure it was an unusual find, but she needed a victim who could spice things up a bit.

[Arwen]

Arwen tensed her jaw as the wolfess spoke. Each word was true and Arwen knew it painfully well. Hybrids were frowned upon by both races. They had no one but each other but Arwen had given up that. Her siblings were probably dead by now anyway simply because they were soft-hearted like the dogs and hadn't known how to toughen up to face the wolves. Red Cloud had been a loving mother but she had been absentminded in the ways of teaching her pups how to fight. Arwen had taught herself because no one else would. She listened to her wolf instincts rather then her dog ones. When ROUND had caught her she had fought them every step of the way to getting that blasted chip stuck in her neck. She had fought as hard if not harder then any wolf. She had every right to live, hybrid or not.

Drawing herself up to her full height, tall for a husky but not as tall as the wolf, Arwen glared at the fae. Her eyes were like chips of ice in the sunlight, glinting angrily. "My mother had brown eyes if you must know. My father gave me his eyes. I am not wolf and I am not dog. That alone gives me more right to live then you give me credit for. I fight wolves, I fight dogs and make peace with the few that are like me and yet I live. Do you think I wouldn't banish my dog blood if I had a choice? You're a fool to think I'd keep it. Does my struggle for survival against two breeds not give me just as much right as you to breathe and hunt and howl?"

By dog standards, Arwen was a beautiful creature with flowing grey-blue fur, silver covering her underbelly, chest and legs. Her topcoat had a feathery appearance to it, soft looking but course to the touch. A long muzzle, sharp ears and bright eyes gave her an elegant face but Arwen knew she could never show down a true wolfess. She didn't care either. Right now however, Arwen couldn't bring herself to turn her back on this huntress, knowing full well it could get her killed to do so.

[Terry]

Syria's head was craned to look the dog in the eye, her mane rippled effortlessly with sheer doinance over the creature. If this hybrid had more wolf in her, maybe she would let her pass... she never harms her kin, they have already been harmed by both dog and human enough. Her spindly legs trembled slightly, her muscles were tense, but comfortable. Syria's silvery coat glistened when the sun poked through the upper branches, she basked in its heat; the warmth of it calmed her to a point. Just then, the hybrid made its little speech, Syria smiled, it was a nice speech, almost uplifting to others of her kind; if they were there, of course. "Mmm, your mother must've been the wolf, yes? Pity really, she could of found a fine male wolf," Syria chuckled the last few words, she had no intentions of spreading her ruthless blood. It was unruly of her to do such a thing, and by the gods, she would not do such a thing on her life.

"A fine speech, if I must say," She was toying with the victim, a pass time if anything. "Fool or not, I dont believe any half-breed would want its dog lineage in it," She mused; mostly to herself. Her sharp features were smug in a way, she sometimes made chit-chat with her prey... she loved to see their faces when she abruptly interrupted the conversation with her fangs. She smiled at all the memories, and sighed dreamily. Syria then rested her eyes on the hybrid, this victim would be a strange one, it seemed defiant enough... maybe it would stand its gorund. Ooh! Maybe I could just snip at its ankles and see where it goes with a broken leg... that'd be fun, and after, I could just hunt her down, Her thoughts were vile and grotesque. And then, from out of the blue, Syria snapped at the hybrids muzzle; meanigly missing to observe the reaction. She hoped it would be of a tough and strong image, one that stood its ground.

[Arwen]

Arwen rolled her eyes. This wolf really was dense. Arwen's mother had been pureblooded husky but had brown eyes. Her father had blue eyes and had been a full blooded wolf, proud and strong from the stories Arwen had weaseled out of her mother before leaving her little "pack". Arwen took pride in her gaze, knowing it was a wolf gaze. This fae however, had probably never had the pleasure of seeing a wolf with blue eyes. Oh well, it wasn't Arwen's problem. She didn't particularly care that much. She didn't look anything like her mother because Red Cloud had been red and white with brown eyes. Arwen was blue and grey with vivid blue eyes and long legs. Arwen was in a way a daddy's little girl but this psycho fem didn't need to know that so Arwen wasn't going to tell her.

Let the wolf scorn and snarl. They all did. Arwen turned a deaf ear to it, merely meeting the fae's gaze with a defiant glare. Let them talk down to her like she was nothing better then a whelp. Let them think she was a freak of nature. It had stopped hurting a long time ago, or at least that's what Arwen told herself. If she didn't let it hurt then it wouldn't. If she ignored it, turned away from it, it wouldn't ache. It was a lie, Arwen knew it but it gave her confidence and enough will to face the wolfess.

Sharp fangs lunged at her face but Arwen had been expecting it for a few minutes. Wolves didn't take kindly to dogs, hybrid or know and this fae was an obvious hater. She locked down her muscles, refusing to flinch. She wouldn't give this fae something to laugh at or gloat over. Fangs passed mere hair's width from her muzzle but Arwen forced herself not to recoil, not to turn and run. Don't turn your back on a wolf. Never. Arwen wouldn't do it. Wouldn't run. Ignore instinct this once and stand still, perfectly still. Arwen's ears flicked back for a moment but swerved back toward the wolf, she was shaken but wouldn't let it show. She wouldn't let this wolf push her around. ROUND already controlled her existence. This wolf would NOT make her feel fear.

"If you're going to gut me get it over with you pathetic procrastinator" Arwen barked icily. "I have better things to do then stand here all day."

Don't move. Don't run. Don't tuck your tail. Don't bow your head. Never. Not to a wolf. Not to a dog. Not to anyone.

[Terry]

"Good, good," She assesed the hybrid over once more, a nice posture in the face of a wolves fangs. Her body seemed to quiver how ever, just slightly, she frowned... she needed an apprentice to be fearless in the face of a wolf or dog. Ah, that reminded her of something. She perked her ears and quickly started to circle the hyb- no... she would name this thing something more appropraite, something high in the order of canines. She-wolf. Yes, she would dub this hybrid a she-wolf for the time being. Her plan, Syria's plan, was not to have a pup of any sort... instead, she would find a wolf or wolf-ish being and regard it as her apprentice, and she their mentor. Syria wanted to raise her ways of spiritual practises, she wanted to make others join her game of life... she wanted more.

She dismissed the rude comments she gave Syria and asked, no, demanded, "What is your name?" It was both harsh and concerned a bit, she was always one for names. She liked replacing the names of others with more suiting names. In fact, Syria had changed her name to Syria when she was old enough to talk... her original name was far worse than many, it meant death and chaos; perfectly fitted to Syria whom disliked it. Now, Syria stopped her survey of the she-wolf, retraced her steps, and sat in front of the she-wolf promptly. "I am willing to teach you my ways, the way of a real wolf," She paused, not expecting a howl of joy from the she-wolf. "If you accept, then I will mentor you, not...kill you," She smirked, she had no intention of sounding menacing, but she pulled it off.

[Arwen]

Fixing the tall wolfess with her bright-eyed gaze, Arwen debated. Should she give her name to this wolf, much less agree to an apprenticeship of any sort? Arwen had met a few wolves in her life. It was hard not to. They tended to be one in the same, either killing dogs for sport or because they wanted to get the ROUND people out of Canaan as fast as possible. Arwen usually escaped their clutches easily enough. She could wear the face of a wolf well enough. Some let her go because she was part wolf or sometimes Arwen would fight and either wound the wolf or find a chance to make her escape. As Arwen assessed the femme before her, she decided that for now it would be best to play the fem's game. Play the game and look for a chance to ditch. There was something in the way the huntress talked that sent shivers of dislike through Arwen, a strange bloodlust perhaps, glinting in her eyes.

"My name is Arwen" the hybrid barked at last, her voice even and neutral. As the fem circled, Arwen carefully turned her head so Syria was always in her range of vision. Muscles under her thick coat were coiled ready to spring at the slightest hint of hostility from the wolfess.

Simply the way Syria spoke made Arwen dislike her. Normally Arwen could fair well enough with a wolf, better then with a dog in any case. This time however, Arwen was starting to feel creeped out by the femme. Whether it was her questions, simply the way she spoke or her body language, Arwen wasn't sure. It was most likely a combination but it wasn't a pleasant one. Besides, Arwen wasn't sure how sold she was on even acting like a willing apprentice. She didn't like the idea of taking orders from this wolf.

"You think threatening me with apprenticeship or death will curve my decision?" Arwen barked sourly. "Hate to disappoint you but death is following me. There's a chip in my neck like a common dog." Arwen's lips curled in hate at the idea. She wanted to rip the thing out but had no way of doing it. "The sooner death knocks on my door the better. I'm not scared of you which means I'm not scared of turning you down."

Arwen met the fae's gaze, lifting her chin slightly. Let her chew on that, the pompous, creepy bag of bones.

[Terry]

Arwen. It was a nice enough name, not too dog-related, in fact, it was more towards the natural sounds or a wolves name. The she-wolf before her had seemed willing enough to give her name, which made her slightly aggravated. She seriously needed to toughen this she-wolf's soul, harden it to seem identical to her own and other wolfs'. Her teeth bore in minor annoyance, she had no clue why she was taking the she-wolf under her awful wing, it was unlike her... but she knew it was for a cause. She also knew the she-wolf would'nt play along, eventually leaving Syria to go on her own. Syria did'nt mind, she'd find a new apprenticeeasily enough; hopefully a fully blooded wolf. Syria sighed, if the she-wolf were to accept, it would be like a nagging in her ultra sensitive ears.

"All dogs have does damned chips, dont expect anyone to take pity on your soul for having a chip the mean little humans planted in your neck, all dogs have them, ok?" She was actually fuming, she hated wolves or dogs who complained about their promblems. Especially when many others have the same probem. She spat at the ground, her narrow face subsiding into a calmer one now that she had gotten that out of her throat. "Im fine with you not fearing me. In fact, that makes life easier for me and make your mentoring even shorter than it should," She said evenly, her voice husky from talking so much; she had'nt talked to anyone for months. "Turn me down, I wont take any offense... Ill find a suitable apprentice, another hybrid or wolf," She paused, "Of course, I'd have to mark you with my fangs just in case we come across each other again, its not a nice feeling... if you've ever wondered what fang on flesh feels like," She shook her mane and smiled. This is going to be a beautiful friendship, dont you think?, She mused sarcastically to herself.

[Arwen]

A snarl rippled from Arwen's chest. Lips curled back to reveal her fangs and Arwen's fur was once again bristling. Her muscles coiled tight against her bones like springs, ready to hurl herself in any direction whether it was at the fae or away from her. Baby blue eyes hardened with hate and defiance. "Get lost you crazy bonebag" Arwen snarled. There was no way in hellfire this insane fae was going to "mark" her in any way, shape or form. It was not going to happen. Arwen wasn't going to go following her around learning all her insane little rituals and she sure as heck wasn't going to be "marked". Out of the question, no way, no how. The only marks Arwen collected her battle scars and if this fae wanted a fight then fine. Arwen wasn't one for needless fights but with a wolf, fighting was practically a requirement. At least she knew how to fight.

The one thing Arwen would not do however, was run. Unless the wolfess charged at her Arwen would not turn her back and flee. Even then her "fleeing" wouldn't last long. Arwen would turn back and fight with fangs and claws to avoid giving the fae a chance to tackle her from behind. Besides, this fem was long-legged even for a wolf. While Arwen was also tall for a dog of almost any breed, she wasn't as tall as this wolf. Her strength was the strength of a husky, endurance. She could keep a clipped pace for a long period of time over rugged terrain but something told her this particular femme was also quite a long distance runner. That, and the fae probably knew the lay of the land far better then Arwen.

If a life or death fight is what it came down to that was fine but Arwen wasn't going to tuck her tail and let this fae simply walk up and mark her. Besides, what were the chances they'd meet again? Surely this wolf could remember her face? It was probably just some little fetish the fae had in any case and it wouldn't matter either way if Arwen had agreed to her crazy apprenticeship or not. She probably would have ended up with fangs in her flesh in any situation.

[Terry]

"Crazy bone bag... thats new," She mused to herself quietly, keeping her eyes locked with the other she-wolf's. She knew Arwen thought her a crazy old hag, but she was still young and had no intentions of teaching her the most vile of her rituals... just the ones that she believed in. Oh, come on Syria... your just doing this for the game, remember?, Her mind practically snapped at her. She listened to it in awe and then looked at Arwen again, she was on edge, scared as hell or brave enough to puff up that thick fur of hers and try to look intimadating, to a wolf. Syria shook her head, and then said almost comfortably, "You know, If I were you, offered to be mentored by a full grown wolf whom could guarantee free pass through any terrain, teach me wolves spiritual nature, guide me in the art of hunting, and so on... I think I'd accept," She turned her back on Arwen, only looking back once, before walking past the brush to seek the place she had originally rested. Syria felt that she had commited a horrible crime. She had shown mercy.

Syria practically gaped the whole way back to the resting place. Her eyes were nearly popped and she panted as if she had been running a long distance. "Why, wh-," She tried questioning herself. She shook her mane and stared in the direction of Arwen, she let a growl rip and then she stood. She opened her maw and let forth a howl like the one she had previously made. She wondered if her call would be answered.

O.O.C`` ~sorry its so short, Im going to Mexico on Tuesday and Im in a busy situation! x3

[Arwen]

Arwen seriously was wondering if this fae had some minor, possibly major, brain damage. Arwen was fully mature and had left her mother's care early. If she hadn't taught herself how to hunt, she would be dead. She needed no wolf as a teacher. She had her instincts and minor knowledge of wolves gained through observing, usually from a distance for her own personal safety. Arwen snorted and rolled her eyes in disbelief that this wolfess seriously thought her help would do anything for Arwen. She was alive, alive with a ROUND chip in her neck but still alive. That was good enough for her especially since she'd done it without spiritual help from a dog or wolf deity. She didn't need wolves to teach her how to live, she'd been doing just fine for three years.

It was however, a serious surprise when the fem actually turned around and left. Arwen's eyes widened and her limbs stiffened, ready to run or pounce. But...the wolf didn't turn and charge at her. Now growling or snapping jaws, just gone. Arwen blinked once, twice. The wolf was gone. For several long moments Arwen stood stock till, ears swerved and ready to catch any sounds that the huntress was coming back. It didn't seem like it.

Very slowly and carefully, Arwen padded forward. She tested the ground for each step, weary of traps or bombs or even the wolf returning. In the woods it would be harder to run away if the fem came back so Arwen moved slowly, making sure she was in the clear. Just as she was pausing at a moss-covered fallen tree a defiant wolf howl shattered the quiet. Arwen's ears shot up at once, her head rising slightly to hear the call. Frustration, pride, warning. All the things a wolf howl was made of. It was like the fae was taunting her, or at least that was how Arwen took it.

Frowning, Arwen turned her muzzle to the sky and let out her own defiant howl, challenging any wolf to try and stop her from going where she wanted. Her howl wasn't dog-like but sharper and clearer, rising higher to a silver note before dropping slow again and fading away. Coiling her muscles, Arwen sprang forward over the fallen tree and into the Kage Forest, unafraid of Syria and unafraid of anyone else.

[Terry]

O.O.C`` ~Thats a wrap then, If you'd like to RP a bit more, I'd love to but I think our RP is finshed, Am I right... nice dramatic ending though xD