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[Risen]

"Why...do I honestly care?" Siris' eyes flickered, those green emeralds sparkling with a dead beauty. He eyed the plants around him wearily. They looked...almost pretty. He looked around quickly, making sure that Shantanu would not see him. Not there...not there...perfect. He landed with a plop onto the ground, relaxing, yet still alert; pleased, but still uncomfortable. Did everything he did have to have some sort of mixed emotion with it? "Probably," he answered for himself. He breathed, taking the the tangy sweetness of the flower buds. This is how he prefered it to be. 'But you are dark,' a voice would always remind him, 'Wreck havoc, pick fights!' "What is...'dark', anyway?" Siris asked the impatient voice, sitting up, ears prickling. How...annoying they were. How sad. Maybe he was going crazy. Voices would chime in his head quite often. "Feh," he growled, ears flat against his head. 'I'm getting in a fight with myself...how fun.' He sighed and rolled over, fur probably covered with the pretty petals of the flowers. Pretty. He wasn't supposed to even know the word. Pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty. 'Not pretty, not pretty!' the voice screeched, almost challenging him to think otherwise, "Ugly, hideous, terrifying!" Siris thought about this, slightly amused. Pretty equals terrifying? Ugly equals beautiful? "Then what makes evil? Good? What makes light? Dark?" The voice fell silent.

[Ares]

A good childhood, a good history, a good past, it was all hazy to Ares. Even if her parents did treat her well once or twice, Ares couldn't remember. Ah, if only troubles and worries could be forgottan as easily as thoughts could. She sighed, beating her wings, moving across the terra, letting the wind take her as it pleased, moving her around like a little pawn on a chess set. Ares closed her eyes, mayhaps to try to soothe the headache she was getting. Damn it. Ever since he...Shantanu came back into the lands, headaches came to her as if they belonged inside of her. She growled, shaking her crania, only making it worse. Stupid bastard...son of a bitch she thought angrily, cursing and swearing at him as if everything bad in the world was his fault. Sighing, Ares opened her eyes, looking out across the lands, her stormy jewels took in the landscape, the beauty...and it would all be destroyed this coming winter. She smirked as she lowered herself, landing with a small thud on the ground. Ares wasn't the stealthiest of wolves, but she made up for it with her speed and power. Still, stealth did become useful once in a while. Looking around, she spotted Siris, a warrior of the Forsworn. Forsworn, ha! Like they'd actually win. She growled silently to herself and padded toward the male. "Enjoying youself?" she asked coolly.

[Koram]

*Snore* Blue on Black, Tears on A River The rattler was poised, its neck held in an ‘S’ shape. Like a soldier on the verge of firing his weapon, the snake hung there, suspended in air by its strong muscles. The sharp, triangular pupils stared at the tri-colored colossus standing above their owner, and then the snake struck. Silent and fast, the rattle stopped as the last warning was issued. Unfortunately, the shaggy wolf standing in front of the snake was faster. The attack was not physical, but mental. No, it wasn’t the old ‘kill ‘em with kindness’. Hell no. It was more of a mental ‘bite in the jugular’. Now, what jugular would that be? The brain. Koram, only until recently, had perfected the art of killing his prey with a short, concentrated burst of energy, targeted straight at the brain of his meal. The snake’s mind was fairly simple to navigate, but something larger, more complex would be quite a task, and Koram would never dare to try it in battle. Layers upon layers would have to be examined, and it would waste time and energy, but the mind of a snake, or a rabbit, or even a bird. These were all hardwired with instinct, their movements, their sounds, all of them came from the fact that they were born with that same trait. Instinct. Scaled body lay millimeters away from the target; Koram’s front paw. The rattler’s eyes were rolled back into its head, all of its major systems had shut down…for good. Blood pulse flat-lined, and the brain’s electric activity came out to nil. Koram withdrew from the cold, dead mind, and a smirk creased his thin black lips. Picking up his prize, Koram put down a paw on the body, ripping the head from the snake’s neck and tossing it aside, not wishing to bite into the toxin glands. Spreading his black wings, the wolf sprung into the air, his green-tipped wings holding him still, filling like balloons with the air underneath them. Four fast, powerful beats lifted Koram off the ground once more, and off he went, the snake’s body clung in his jaws. Bright golden eyes examined the ground below him as he went, the scar that ran across his right eye glimmered a fearsome ruby red as he soared through the crisp skies. But something caught the male’s attention, movement from two sources down below. From the sight of the white wolf with wings, Koram could only know that it was Ares. Upper lip curled back, Ares. Just the thought of her made Koram want to rip her throat from her neck. Slowly, he made his descent. Landing almost gracefully, if not with a few minor flaws, Koram gave a fiendish smile. A smile that would spoil milk. “Well then, Ares, fancy meeting you ‘round these parts…” The wolf drawled in a growl, his golden eyes giving a look of non-interest. If Koram felt any hint of lust towards Ares, it would have been doused in an instant. For the first since he had landed, Koram’s eyes drifted over to the black wolf sitting in the golden grasses. The Beta immediately recognized it as one of his members from the Forsworn, and gave a slight nod of his head in acknowledgement. “Well then, I see you’ve met Siris,” Push on A Shove, It Don't Mean Much

[Risen]

Siris would have raised an eyebrow if he had one, but instead got up to face the towering female. Icy blue eyes, large, white. Inferno... "Enjoying myself as much as I ever will be able to do," he answer solemly, green orbs flashing. "It is clear you don't, Ares of Iferno" Siris added boldly, pacing, walking. Huge paws padded onto the ground below them with not a sound; stealth. The handsome male's eyes flickered and continued his "peaceful time". Laying on his side, he proceeded to rest in the tall, golden weeds and flowers, ignoring the fact that a big angry bitch (and he meant that literally) might be plotting some fearsome way to take him down. No matter, though. One of Siris' best attacks was made when lying on the ground. 'Cocky little bitch,' the voice spat, the shrill ringing in his ears, 'And you're going to let her get away with that, Siris? Weak!' "Weak?" Siris replied, aloud. He didn't care if Ares thought he was crazy. Most did, anyway. "Crazy" "Insane" That's what some called him.

[Ares]

OOC: Gonna wait 'til Hun posts ^^

[Risen]

Siris nodded his head in Koram's direction, quite glumly. His bright green eyes dulled as he thought bitterly, "There goes my 'peace'". He never talked to the male. Not much, anyhow. The wolf, the beta of Forsworn, gave off an aura that, when read by Siris said, "Get the hell away," Whatever. Not like he wanted to be near him, anyway. He liked his quiet. And his peace. He could never act fully "himself" near other pack members. Their cruel ways. It made him...something like an... "Abomination?" the voice chimed, purring. "Compared to Koran and Shantanu, you're nothing but a worthless piece of carrion," Siris didn't respond to this. He knew this was at least partially true. Instead, he just narrowed his eyes at Ares, then looked back at Koram, waiting for directions. He worked so much better with directions.

[Ares]

OOC: Sucky post, its late, I'm tired, don't bug me “Well then, Ares, fancy meeting you ‘round these parts…” Now Ares was enjoying herself, until he heard his voice. Koram, the beta of the Forsworn. She growled in annoyance. My, my wasn't this a small world? She smirked as she turned, facing him with a cold expression on her face. She also listened to Siris's words. She turned to him annoyed and growled, "One, it's INferno, not IFerno, and two, you need to chill". Her glare pierced his. Snarling, she turned, looking at the male that came. Damn, too many demons in these lands, and to think, these were the wolves that opposed to Wolfbane. She flashed Koram a cold smile and drawled, "Is that too much of a suprise? It's called nuetrel lands you know" “Well then, I see you’ve met Siris,” She rolled her eyes. THank you captain obvious, a voice in her head sneered. "Oh very well spotted Koram, bravo, now, what brings you to these lands? Did Shantanu send you here like his little lapdog?" she drawled, pretty annoyed at him. Ares really never liked this...male.

[Koram]

Took me long enough. Crappy, meh, short attention span... Blue on Black, Tears on A River Koram’s eyes merely watched Siris for a moment before looking at Ares with a purely bland taste in his eyes. His paw pads turned the wolf, exposing his side to the Alpha of the Inferno pack. The tri-colored male’s black wings were neatly tucked behind his back, but the muscles in them were tensed like a coil ready to spring. ‘Oh very well spotted Koram, bravo, now, what brings you to these lands? Did Shantanu send you here like his little lapdog?’ Amusement at Ares’ words spilled into Koram’s eyes, a menacing razor-sharpness hidden behind it. The male turned his head to Ares, and gave a disappointed click with his tongue and the roof of his mouth, “Surely not a grown wolf, especially the /Alpha/ of the /Inferno/ Pack talk back to another like a pup.” The virile shook his head, his golden eyes going back to the dead snake at his heels. Koram was no idiot, he knew full well he didn’t have too many allies, it didn’t matter. Allies got in the way, died, got wounded. Betrayed you. You put your trust in them, and, ultimately, it was broken. In the end it only caused physical or emotional pain. Which Koram had gotten too much of a taste of in his last life, which, all in all, ended with him dying by his own friends’ paws. To them, he was worthless, weak, /vulnerable/. He got pushed about, tread on, thrown out. The old Koram was nervous and afraid. He was the one you picked on when you were angry, when the world was closing in around you. No matter how many blankets he had to throw on himself to blot out reality, nothing proved successful. Except for one. One little thing that changed his life…permanently. Koram had managed to live in a little badger den he had dug out, and was able to squeeze his battered body inside. Now, one of those days, the wolf had gotten into another fight. Although this time, his right eye bled. The crimson fluid flowing down his muzzle, dying half of his face maroon. While he was in his den, Koram swore to become powerful, to tower over the weak, and murder the ones who had ravaged him for all of those years. It was after that vow, Koram had started practicing. Sparring with inanimate objects, sprinting until it felt like his lungs would burst, and hunting down prey every day. It was after a hard day of fighting and running that Koram killed a fawn trying to hide in the underbrush. The wolf gorged himself delightedly, the raw meat painting his whole face over in a red mask, hiding his true identity. And it was then that these three wolves came on to the scene. When these males came, Koram’s hackles bristled, and his tail went up. His upper lip curled back to reveal his blood stained canines, but the wolves, they kept pushing. In the rush of the moment, Koram attacked one of the intruders who had gotten too close. In the rush of the moment, Koram attacked the male’s neck. In the rush of the moment, Koram killed the wolf. In the rush of the moment, Koram didn’t realize…they were his friends. The weeks of hard work were good enough to not make Koram’s energy drain all that much, but his enemies were a pair, and worked well that way. While one attacked, the other waited in the wings for his partner to back down. Koram fought like a demon, his fur soaked with not only his dead friend’s blood, but also his own. And when the final blow was taken, Koram flinched. His senses were regained; he blinked and was back in the present again. Ares was still in front of him, the familiar high grasses back again, and Siris sat there, awaiting orders which were not going to be given. Everything…was the same. Push on A Shove, It Don't Mean Much