.//cause its [you] and [me]

[.[a]llie]

The Glacier -- a place for wolves to come to mate, even with a wolf they didn't know. Males had the right here to force breed a femme. Aggressiveness could be useful here; assertiveness and charm. But you see, there was one wolf -- though he had wings, horns, fangs, and the kindness of a mother to her pups -- who felt awkward here. It was cold, so damn cold. Snow drifted loftily past his face, landing on his lean, muscular body. Take flight. He began to run, beating his wings through the air the whole time. A fully grown wolf now, Colt .45's beautifully feathered limbs were practiced at soaring through the air. He lifted from the ground, tucking his legs to his belly so as to be more aerodynamic. Can't have your paws dangling, slowing you down, can we? No other wolf was to be seen.

Colt's sky blue eyes searched the icy plains, but no luck. Finally he landed. Oh, Demona seemed so nice, now that his paws felt like they were going to freeze and fall off! But the sky was colder than the ground, if only by a bit. He heaved a sigh, flopping down on his cold side. If only I had stayed with Shift and Alaska, he scolded himself. Where were his brothers now? Alaska had probably led Shift to a tribe, and they were probably great fighters and defenders of some Lunar group of wolves. Colt had no idea what the names of the tribes here were...he just wanted to go home, or find his brothers! Or both would be nice. King and Ruby probably had another litter of pups by now, some little prince hopping around, not even knowing he has brothers. Colt shivered -- such a thought! His mother and father would never forget him and his brothers...would they?

I think it was Alloy who had a wolfie that could be Colt's mate? I was thinking they could meet, mate, but then fall in love O:

[Aiko]

[if alloy doesn't reply, maybe one of mine?]]

[Alloy]

Three winged wolves walked along the flat glacier in tense silence. The biggest was a brick red color with beige eyes. He walked with his head down, often looking to his left at the sandy femme. She was smaller than him, a light tan color with luxurious shiny fur. Her eyes were the same shade as the red one’s, but they were entirely devoid of color. They were an intelligent warm gray. The final wolf walked a few paces ahead of the other two. His stride was angry and quick. He was beautiful despite his obvious unkind demeanor. He possessed rich chocolate and blue fur and tan eyes.
We're lost Timbre, admit it, said the red one.
The chocolate wolf lashed out, turning to face the manen who had dared to doubt him. Timbre was upon Kemen with preternatural speed.
We are not lost, growled Timbre through a snarl, his teeth exposed. The red wolf swiftly moved out from under Timbre with a sigh and a roll of his beige eyes.
Now the femme spoke.
Leave him! What is wrong with you Timbre?
Looking at Sanyu, Timbre's eyes softened for a fraction of a moment. Then he was upon Kemen again, and this time the quick red brute was ready. Kemen dodged Timbre's first body blow. He then lunged out and took Timbre's muscular back leg in his maw, flipping the chocolate wolf onto his back. Kemen pinned Timbre with all of his weight, teeth bared. Sanyu turned her head away from the conflict between the two brutes she considered her brothers. She couldn't take anymore of their immature fighting. Sanyu walked away briskly, her bushy tail swishing half circles behind her as she went. Finally she was out of sight of Timbre and Kemen. Sanyu's ears perked, hearing the suspected sound of another wolf. A large wolf. She could smell him. Sanyu looked all around her, but saw no wolf. Her sad eyes mirrored the colorless glacier that surrounded her. With no one around to console her, Sanyu began to cry quietly to herself.

(ooc: Aiko, you can still join if you like. The more the merrier, right?)

[Aiko]

[ok...if nava doesn't mind...methinks Cytane would enjoy pitting the brothers against each other, unless they're just temporarily here?]

[.[a]llie]

Which brothers, my brothers? Only Colt's here, but he'll easily go against Alaska xD No time to post now.

[Aiko]

[no, her brothers, the ones that are fighting]

[Alloy]

[Mine? They aren't actually brothers... just kind of that relationship with Sanyu. But yeah, Timbre and Kemen are here for as long as anybody wants to RP with me (wink*hint*nudge) I'm terribly bored...]

[Aiko]

Overhead, a birdlike shape circled, waiting for the fae to leave the two brutes. The moment she walked away, she tilted her wings and began her descent. Cytane was bored, and was in the mood to stir up some trouble. The two quarrelsome brutes seemed the perfect vessels to relieve her boredom, and perhaps have a fling on the side. She wasn't sure who she'd choose to play with, perhaps even both, it all depended on what happened.
Landing lightly as a snowflake, the grey and orange vixen folded her wings and said, "Hello, boys."

[Alloy]

The slight femme landed before Timbre and Kemen without a sound. Kemen stopped struggling with Timbre at the sight of this odd visitor. Timbre, however, was unaware at first. He continued to tear at the wolf's red fur for a moment, then turned his gaze to the orange and grey femme. He raised himself to his full height and a low growl rose from deep in his throat. Kemen spoke.
Hello yourself, he said, carefully taking in this new wolf. His voice was as smooth and deep as ever even speaking to this stranger.
You are... said the chocolate wolf, hoping the femme would cut in. His voice was rough and thoroughly unkind.

[Aiko]

Cytane wandered over, hips swaying alluringly as she moved. "I would be Cytane." She purred, green lamps half-lidded by long spidery lashes. "And you two impressive wolves are?" She stopped just out of reach, looking them over.
The red one was handsome, with a refined accent and silky smooth voice, while the brown brute seemed rough hewn. She'd played with both types before,and had no preference. They were both good looking, and that was all that mattered.

[Alloy]

The red one introduced himself first. Kemen, he said in a slow gentle drawl, nodding his head gently in her direction. She was fascinating. Now Kemen grinned in the other brute's direction.This beast calls himself Timbre. The chocolate wolf simply rolled his eyes. This was the usual routine with Kemen and almost any femme. However, Timbre was actually curious about this particular fae. His eyes rudely scanned her body, her seductive movements causing less than appropriate thoughts to enter his mind.

[Aiko]

"Kemen..." Cytane purred, tongue rolling over slowly over the name. She was well aware of Timbre's roving eyes, but gave no acknowledgment. "And Timbre..." Once again she said the names in honeyed tones, optics sliding to the other. "A pleasure. What brings two fine, brave, handsome wolves such as yourself to a desolate place like this?"

[Alloy]

While Kemen had kept his eyes from roaming (he was, after all the wolf equivalent of a southern gentleman) he hadn't failed to notice that Timbre was not making any kind of effort to avoid staring. He laughed slightly to himself, thinking that Timbre was no match for him, whether in terms of tact or physical conflict. It was Timbre who spoke this time in response to Cytane's question.
Just in search of something out of the ordinary. His words, though well spoken, lacked all of Kemen's gentle charm. Timbre stepped forward, his motions that were supposed to be seductive (like hers) ended up looking aggressive. He then said, locking eyes with Cytane, I might ask you the same thing.

[Aiko]

Cytane fluttered a wing at the brutes advance. "Oh, no particular reason...Boredom, I suppose..." She looked away, feigning shyness at his stare, then looked back out of the corner of her eye, affecting a small smile. Oh, this was great! She'd have them squabbling for her in no time! It was obvious each thought himself better than the other, and easily able to outdo him. "So, are you two brothers, or...." She blinked a few times. "Oh, my..."

[Alloy]

Naw, said Kemen, sitting and watching Timbre's advances. She was playing him. Hell, she was playing both of them. Kemen decided to just watch the action. He liked every kind of femme except for the sneaky conniving ones. They were occasionally fun to toy around with, though. She seemed, to Kemen, to be of that genre. His naive chocolate friend, however, seemed to be entirely fooled by Cytane's tactics. Timbre sat down at Cytane's side. He said, still not looking her directly in the eyes, Not brothers. We just grew up together. So...What's your history?