~`I'm Not An Angel, So Leave Me Be`~~`Open`~

[Alone In The Dark]

Alone In The Dark laid on the cold mountain side, snow still laying were he choose to take his catch to, the carcass already empty completely and cold. To him, the mountain range, as inhabitable as it was, was home to the dark wolf. No one choose to home here, which made life all the better to the lone wolf, as her preferred to live alone, as his name would suggest. It was mid bare, the sun's warmth baring down on him, warming him slightly. The wolf had no real reason to be the way he was, though his faith in the religion in the moon was all but there. He thought is useless to believe in such things that the moon would ever save his damn soul, not that the moon was heaven to him. It was possible that his faith was drawn out since a pup, since his parents so strongly believed in the moon religion, that they slammed it in his face all the time. Lone gave a low growl for no reason, perhaps because of remembrance, as the wolf had hate all those that threw or would throw their beliefs in his face.

[Quoth Swansong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=ab8463] The red wolf had juts spent her last hour alone in the Estysion Mountain Range searching for a decent kill for herself. After days of pack hunting, Quoth Swansong wanted some alone time, which, in her book, meant going for a kill all on her own. Doing this gave her time to think about things and just enjoy the peace and quiet. (not to mention she did not have to worry about what her other hunters were doing at the moment) Quoth had successfully caught herself a young buck, not too small, yet not large enough that she could not handle it on her own. She was currently in the process of dragging it up the mountain a bit so she could enjoy it while enjoying a view of Estysion she did not often get to see. Her trek up the mountain took a lot out of her, and by the time she neared a decent spot, she was cursing her kill for being such a dead-weight. "Mother fuckin' piece of shit! Why ya gotta be so fat, huh? Makin' it harder for me to take ya where ever the hell I please." she said, glaring at the beast and then proceeding to smile at her own stupidity for talking to a dead animal. Sometimes Quoth just amused herself for no reason. Once the Twin Oaks Hunter had arrived at the over look point, she saw that it was already occupied by a large black wolf who seemed to be growling for no reason. The hell was this? "Dammit." she voiced, seeing he already had food. Was this going to be a fight over food? It was almost not worth it. If this guy happened to be the crazed loner type, Quoth would just let him have it and not start anything. she was not up for this crap today. "Hey mister, ya mind if I just sit down here fer a bit?" she asked as she pulled her kill a little closer to her body. "You're welcome t'share with me if ya want." she offered. Let's just hope he ain't one a them psychopathics they got out here sometimes.

[Alone In The Dark]

Lone glanced over the mountain top as he heard cursing coming towards him. He could tell the voice was female, he had forgotten he was still growling at himself, as the cursing female had found him and his empty carcass from his meal. She gave one more curse before she asked if was okay to stay here and told him he could have some of her kill. Lone was no free loader, and his kill still had filled him just enough to survive. His growling broke when she spoke. He looked away from the female, without caring if that she could attack him. He could fight her off no problem. "Yeah, what ever." He said with a bored voice, staring to other way so he could pretend the female wasn't there.

[Quoth Swansong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=ab8463] "Fantastic!" she exclaimed with a smile as she sat her rump down on the ground as he muzzle went near her kill to tear at the dead creature's soft flesh. The moment she felt the crimson liquid touch her tongue, Quoth smiled to herself and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the first bite. It felt like she had not eaten in such a long time, when, in reality, she had only eaten just yesterday.There was just something so satisfying about tasting the flesh of a fresh kill. A good ten minutes into her eating, Quoth looked up at the still laying down black wolf. She tilted her head a bit as she stared at him. What was his deal? Perhaps he was just tired from catching his own food and eating all of it. Either that or he had other things on his mind. What ever the reason he was glued to his spot, Quoth did not give a rat's ass. Still she felt as if she should say something to him. "Y'sure you don't want any? It's mighty good if I do say so myself." she offered again. When she did not receive a reply she started to introduce herself to him. "Oh, I'm Quoth by the way. Quoth Swansong of the Twin Oaks pack." she offered, hoping to engage him in some sort of conversation, even if it was a dull one. Quoth just liked, nay, loved to talk.

[Alone In The Dark]

Lone sprawled himself across the cold, pretending the female behind him wasn't there, like she didn't ever exist. His stubborn natural always painted him as the bad guy to others, and that's how he preferred it. Wolves then would try and steer clear of the wolf, spending their high time with him. He wasn't one much to talk with. Of course, within few minutes, the female spoke to him, asking if he was sure he didn't want any of her food. Before the male could tell her he wasn't interested, she bothered with the telling of her name, one he recognized as those who so gravely follow the cursed religion of the moon. He sighed for a moment, not moving at all. The voice on the male came out gruff, bored, lacking in emotion. "Alone In The Dark. Or just Lone. And I'm no freeloader."

[/color] the voice dry of anything but his own bitterness. He wasn't interested in taking a share in someone else's meal. It wasn't his place. The male come fake out his carelessness as much as he wanted, little did anyone else see was that his carelessness was the care he held for others and himself. Keeping himself distanced from others kept him from drawing close to those that would hurt him, or the other way around. There was much hope to him if no one got close to him. The dark wolf only wanted a simply passing through life long ago wasted. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Quoth Swansong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=ab8463] The she-wolf looked up at the dark stranger through heavy lids as she ate, waiting for him to respond. He really played the dark, mysterious character that he was quite well. Why was he acting like that? If he did not want anyone asking questions about him, then he should have not chosen such an interesting mask to wear. How he acted just made her more curious about him, and she was sure that others he came across felt that way too. Then again she was always the friendly type who wanted to talk to everyone around her. "That's an interestin' name. I ain't never heard one like that before. I think it suits ya just fine. Couldn't have picked a better name for you myself, not that I personally know you or anythin' like that. Anyway, its nice ta meet you Lone. And I ain't never said you was a freeloader. I merely offered you a bite of this delicious food. It ain't nothin' more than a friendly gesture, but if you think you're freeloadin' then don't take any." she said with a smile and a shrug before digging back into her kill, this time ripping an artery that sent still settling blood all over her face. "Damn!" she snapped as it almost got in her eyes.

[Alone In The Dark]

Lone sighed as tried to ignore the female's constant taking that seemed to not stop. Why was this she-wolf being so different towards him. She was so friendly. Too friendly for his liking. Lone preferred the silence this place always, until now, held. It was a reason why he homed here, though finding food here was never possible. The she-wolfs constant chattering was driving him nuts. Never had someone talked to him so much. Then there was silence. Finally. The wolf relaxed more now, not bothering to say anything. There was too much he liked about silence. Maybe because it was silence itself that made him calm. Of course, this she-wolf was testing his patience. Of course, he heard her tear back into her kill, ripping flesh, and a splatter that the male knew was some blood from an artery. As she cursed, he laughed to himself silently. Why was he being annoyed by this female? He knew it was only his lucky, but honestly, maybe he should act like it didn't bother him. Perhaps because his only act was the one he gave off already. He would stick by it till there was no reason to hold the facade any longer. He sat up, glancing over at her. "Any'ne ever tell you th't you talk too much?" He spoke in his usual monotone, his look now bored. He honestly didn't care if someone has or not, but he just knew she talked to much for his liking to want to be around much longer.

[Quoth Swansong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=ab8463] Quoth continued to tear into her kill, almost not expecting Lone to say anything back. He was the true definition of the silent type. That really did not bother Quoth any, although she would have liked to come across someone who talked a bit more than a stick talked. Oh well, to each their own as her mother would always say. He just did not know what he was missing out on by not talking. She had found out so many things information wise, whether it be facts about something in the world or the gossip on what was going on in different packs. The she-wolf perked her ears as she heard Lone's monotone voice break the silence asking her if anyone ever told her she talked to much. "Has anyone ever told you that ya don't talk enough?" she replied, tilting her head. Of course she had been told on numerous occasions that she talked too much, but did Quoth care? No. She did what she pleased and if talking was what she pleased, so be it. If wolves were bothered by it, then they did not have to stick around her. It was their loss, not hers.

[Alone In The Dark]

Lone didn't even bother to answer her question. He never spoke unless needed. And he often didn't stop to talk the other lone wolves around. Or pack wolves on that part either. Packs and loners were much the same. They didn't like the sight of a loner themselves a lot of the time. It came with the life that really isn't a life. He simple glanced back at the carcass that was his kill for a moment before he began to feel uncomfortable. It was only simply that feeling that made him feel the need to move away, to give himself space that had already. Lone stood up and stepped a few feet away more, before he settled back down into the snowy ground. He could feel the cold air from the colder ground work up past his coat. He knew it wouldn't be long before his body heat would work it back out. Perhaps the talking that has happened begun to make him become wary of himself. He knew how many others crawled under his skin, to find only what he really was. He laid his head over his front legs before relax once more, trying to think of something else than the passing thoughts registered in his head.

[Quoth Swansong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=ab8463] "Guess not." the russet coloured she-wolf continued on flatly. "Well I guess I'll be the first one to tell ya that you don't talk nearly enough as you should. But then again I don't know you. You could be quite the the talker 'round yer friends." Quoth rambled on as she moved to the opposite side of her kill, stealing a glance at the dark wolf as he stood up and moved over a few feet. That was... interesting for lack of a better term. "But I just take you for the quiet type. The listener. I'm sure you gotta lotta stuff runnin' through your head but you ain't sayin' it. Like I said I can talk for the both of us." Quoth said, returning to the previous side of the carcass. "So I'm guessing that you don't come from a pack around. Where is it you do come from Lone?" Quoth was determined to get this wolf to talk, even if it took her all night. It was almost like this became a game to her now.

[Alone In The Dark]

Lone could only rolled his eyes as she spoke. What was with all the talking? He knew some wolves could talk and talk and talk, but he never knew someone could ever get this bad. Even with his back to her she didn't stop. He couldn't help but roll his eyes again at her talking about friends. On the desolated mountain range, he was the only one up here. Alone as he preferred it. And he made it a point not to meet others while he was away from his home. He knew company of another was nice, but the world of loners meant something utterly different. It wasn't about friends. It was about survival. Nothing else really mattered. Lone focused on trying to get her talking out of his head before a headache of sorts would surface. Lone sighed as she asked of where he was from. That was an easy answer. He really didn't know himself. He was born and raised somewhere by two wolves he never learned the real names of. But with the annoyance of his family, why would he want to know. He just sure as hell knew that he couldn't wait to get away from them. As she had finished, he remained silent for a moment. A minute. Three minutes. It was then he took it into his consciences that she wasn't going to stop talking just because he decided to stay silent for a question. He knew, soon or later, most likely sooner, she'd start talking again. But him talking back didn't help much either. It was a lose-lose situation. He could run, but this was his place she came to. It was his home, to him. A sigh escaped him. Running was only a weakness to him. The wolf finally sat up on his stomach, not even noticing if she pick up her one-sided conversation again. "For all I care and know, I could of been raised in a bird's nest." He said, hoping slightly, though he knew it would of a false hope that she'd stop talking.

[Quoth Swansong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=ab8463] Quoth smirked at his answer. He sounded a nnoyed, but who did not sound annoyed these days? It seemed as if everyone always had something bugging them. At least he had said some kind of joke, even if the tone he used was obviously annoyed and rather sarcastic. She was just glad to see he had it in him. For the short time she had known Lone, he was not a wolf of many words, if any words at all. That was just fine and dandy with her, for she could ramble on and he could listen, even if she did want him to talk at times. Quoth was able to talk for the both of them. "Wouldn't growin' up in a bird's nest be somethin'? Imagine if that really happened t'a wolf! Would they act like a bird? could a bird even raise a wolf? That's my question. Oh! Maybe a wolf stole a bird's nest and used it for her pups. That would be even weirder." Quoth rambled on, building off his stupid statement. "Hey, speakin' of bein' reared, where ya from Lone? Like originally from; born?" she asked him curiously, honestly wanting to know. Muse: Alright I guess OOC: nananananana batmaaaan Music: Dear Alice - Chick Corea

[Alone In The Dark]

Lone stared into the sky, as she rambled on and on and on about is sarcasm. If it was ever a time he wish he could pray to some higher being or some religion to prove it's reality, it would to be stop her obsessive talking. He swore he'll loose all his sanity that he had in him to keep his senses and not become one of those crazy things and go berserk over stupid, idle things. But honestly, he wasn't use to this talking. It never stopped. It needed to stop. It was becoming too much to him, since he stuck to his isolation. And from her talking, he might as well told her he hatch from an egg on a rock and was raised by a bunny. She talked so much it seemed endless to the wolf, even though it was a moment. Finally, she asked again where he was from, stopping. He let it remain silent for a moment, long enough to let himself get a grip of himself. "I hon'stly don't know. I l'ved in a group o' traveling wolves as a pup." He said, now tired of feeding her things to talk more and more about. It was now annoying him completely. He sat up, the golden eyes seem to smolder at her. "Why are you asking so much about me? Why are you even talking to me? Most wolves are not dumb enough to even look at me. What do you want from me?" He half growled out the questions he had for her. Maybe she'll shut up and leave him alone then. He never had to deal with someone who was talkative in his life. He was use to being ignored. He ws mostly seen as a threat towards others without trying, yet she didn't seemed bugged him at all, as if he was just a fly so far. He hoped like hell that he can intimidate her to leave him be. He wasn't a wolf to simply converse with and trust that he was easily so passive. After so long of this talking, he knew if she kept if up much longer he'd be suspicious of her. Too much was said and asked. It was time for her to answer him or just leave with what she got.

[Quoth Swansong]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=ab8463] Quoth listened intently as the large black wolf told her of his origins. he was not even sure. Of course his childhood was probably quite a long time ago. He looked to be a deal older than she was and those memories would have since faded over time as new experiences filled up his large head. He had traveled with a group of nomadic wolves. It was a bit strange that he did not stay with them. He seemed to like the wandering thing so why not do it with wolves he group up around? "Well that sure sounds interestin'. I betchya saw lotsa thing on yer journeys. I would lvoe t'do that. I was born to my ma, obviously, out in the woods 'round these parts. Pa was there fer a bit but then 'e died. I think. At least that's what ma told the three of us. Me 'n' my brother 'n' sister. After growin' up wanderin' I just came to the Twin Oaks land an' liekd it an' made friends with the wolves livin' there so I decided justa live there with 'em, y'know?" Lone then sat up, his eyes boring into her as a string of questions fell from his mouth. This was the most she ever heard him talk. He even sounded demanding in a way. What was this? Some sort of interrogation? Lone was an odd one. Perhaps that is why Quoth kept on talking to him. (Aside from the fact that she just loved to talk) "Jeez pal, y'don't hafta give me the third degree there. Anyway I'll asnwer all yer questions since y'seem like y'really need t'know these silly things." she said, moving closer to him. "I'm askin' cause I wanna get t'know a bit about ya since yer just here and I'm here. I don't like silence, 'specially with a stranger who could have so much to say. Again, I'm talkin' t'ya 'cause yer here and y'look like the type of guy who doesn't get talked to that often an' I'm a friendly gal just tryin' to fill up some dull time with words. I don't see why anyone should be ahfraid of ya. I guess yer kinda big an' scary lookin', but I can tell you ain't a bad guy. Looks can be deceivin'. That's what Ma told us. Never judge a book by its cover. Want from ya? I don't want nothin' from ya. Anymore questions?" Quoth blabbered happily. Muse: Kay *chow voice* OOC: Reply ninja on here tonight. I have lotsa wolf muse for some reason. I always seem to. Es weirdo. Music: Hibi no Kate nomi no Roudou to Kueki kara - Fractale Soundtrack

[Alone In The Dark]

Lone simply stared at her a moment as she kept on talking and talking and talking. She went on about herself and as to why she was talking to him so much and he just had a gut feeling she wasn't done yet, that she wasn't just going to sit there and eat. He glare at her as she got closer to him. He wasn't a wolf that was for any of this kind of thing, close conversation that strangers that shared out of boredom and enjoyed. He simply was one that was well spent in silence. But he must be a glutton for punishment or something, for he was still here, putting up with this madness. He stood and stepped away from her to give himself more space. "No one talks to me 'cause I ain't got nothing to say n' th't's how it is n' th't's how I'd like it to stay." He said, before creating more space between them. Maybe getting further from her would get the message across to her that he didn't find the same joy in chat as she does. But it seemed to him that you'd have to run a mile from her to get her to leave you alone.

(=| My art muse is trying to take over again..... D< Sorry it fails.)