get on with it --Talyn, Ephraim

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[bg=263031][atrb=border,0,table] [atrb=width,375,table] [th] ..-Breannas' touch to the ground was sharp and silent, her glaring looks straight out in the open as she went through the cold marsh. As she stepped some of it seemed frosted and not very deep. She barely sunk into the dirt. Having it like this, it almost seemed dry. She looked past the area, noticing the birds and the trees nearby. The cold air frosted everything, but she could tell it was coming at least a little close to spring. Birds were nearby, usually they weren't. Wasn't it a bit early for them yet? She sighed closing her breath and walking forward, ignoring most things around her. Usually she wasn't so pulled into herself, she was outgoing and very hyper, and one thing she was also was a huntress. At a time like this she would be hunting, but he wasn't Hungary at all. Things were getting weird, she missed her family much so and wished she was at least in a pack. What would happen if another wolf found her like this? Would they take her in? She was lost, no one would want to bring her along with them. She was small and annoying, if that she knew but how could she not be who she was? Her eyes squinted as the sun finally came up above the horizon and right in front of her. She moved to the side, taking her steps carefully and making sure she didn't slip or fall. The sun was soon clouded and she looked back, sinking in and seeing the frost slowly melt away. Not fast enough, she thought shaking her Head and continuing out of the swamp area. The area was so big, why did she even go here? To cross the path and see if she woukd die? Another step went by and finally she touched smooth rocks below. Finally!! She tried to run out, bouncing up and down till she felt smooth dust rise, and her paws clean out of the thick bog. She shook her fur and picked up her paw. The mud had covered most of it, all you could see was brown off her white body. She put it down, ignoring it and wanting to ignore everything else. All her problems gone like that, she wished it were so. She raised her head and scented the air, she could smell wolves, or at least one. Looking behind her in the bog, no way they would come from that direction. The smell was clearly there, but not from behind. She looked forward again, deciding if they were anywhere it would be this direction. She continued forward toward the smell. What would she pick up? Whatever was there she would make sure to be ready and accept the challenge if there was one.

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[»Talyn.]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Two spheres of vibrant blue pierced through the growing darkness, cutting through the obscurity of shadows with obvious ease. The hue of said orbs was a bright, piercing cerulean; sharp and undeniably seductive. They were almost hypnotic; known to draw in others’ gazes alike a metal to a magnet. They had a pulsating appearance in the black stillness; both frightening and attractive at the same time. However, the large shape they were attached to was equally terrifying and beautiful as well. Each tendril of hair attached the body of the creature was painted in shining hoary tones, and in the darkness he was radiant; a god, he seemed to be….or an angel. Albeit, with the glacial frost of his striking retinas, he was something else entirely; a dark angel. Beautiful and destructive to all; feared at first, and then revered by most that ever met him. If it wasn’t the coloration of the brute that made others in awe of him, it would certainly be his size. He was abnormally large for a wolf –40 inches at the shoulder and weighing over 135 pounds-, towering over most he ever came in contact with. However, he wasn’t bulky. He was lean, though muscles bulged under his dark flesh with even the slightest movement. He was swift on his feet, intelligent, and very strategic if need be. And very, very aggressive if provoked. He was witty and clever, smooth and charismatic; unbelievably charming and sweet if he needed to be. But he was a loving canine; always willing to treat all of his company equally. Enormous paws moved with silent dexterity through the shadows of the marsh, carrying the monolith towards the scent of a female. By both sound and scent, it was perceptible that his company would be found close by. The reason why he pursued her was unknown even to him; but he guessed it was because he was incredibly bored or curious. He wouldn’t seduce her, because he just wasn’t in the mood to mate tonight. He just wanted company and perhaps some new members for his pack. His ingress continued, his nose fixed on the scent. Soon he found her, pushing through the bushes with his black nose so that he could step out into the clearing she was in. Much smaller than he was, he observed, though most everybody was when compared to such a massive beast. ”Excuse me.” He called in the charming, seductive baritone that was known as his voice, a handsome smile pulling up the corners of dark lips. ”My name is Ephraim. Can I ask what you’re doing in such a desolate place?” He asked, his words emulating a calming tone beneath the charismatic tenor of his accent. He remained motionless as a statue; appearing so much like a god with his proud stance. But he showed no signs of aggression as he awaited a reply from her; just kindness.

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[bg=263031][atrb=border,0,table] [atrb=width,375,table] [th] The beat of paws walked into her hearing anc she turned quickly and smoothly towards the sound. It seemed her scent of wolves had been quicker then the sound. It seemed the coming wolf was large in size, she had been trained well in hunting, but she hadn't in speaking. What if she screwed this one up? Being in a pack was hard, was she even ready? Her breath cooled and she shook her head, finally turing her gaze to the new wolf now in front of her. He was huge. His body, twice the size of hers, and his hues of colors on his back seemed never ending. His eyes a beautiful blue that vibrated its own unique colors. He walked with a perfect beat, he swept through with a perfect motion. And when he stopped, his body was in perfect stance, looking down at her small delicate body, like snow on the ground. He then spoke, sweet and with perfect volume of noise, almost creating a vaccum of no air with it. He may have been huge in size, but he was nice she concluded. And with every reply she could think of, none seemed to be the right one. She could tell then that he was an Alpha, and one of the Impures, Ephraim. This was who she was looking for, for basically ever since she had left her family. She smiled, but she could tell the pause ringing in.In her head she repeated his perfect tone of voice and his well being. He already stated he was Ephraim, why had she been like then? She breathed hard and steady and let her body rise a bit, showing she was a huntress in need of a pack. She bit her tongue, looking at his deep eyes with a smile and finally pulled herself together, still muttering her ow replies wodering which one would be best for an Alpha. She was never good at these things, looking up she finally spoke, her voice not a deep sound but a light and smooth tone, "Oh, Hello Ephraim, I've been looking for you in many ways, looking in every place, I guess I'm here becuase this was the only place I had not checked, and it seems to me that I was correct to check here." She bowed a little, knowing it would be best to pay her respects to the Alpha. Her head reached the ground and as she exhaled, dust flew above the grounds. She realized that she had not given a name. "Oh, and I'm Breanna...Breanna Setinoz. But you can just call me Bre." she smiled warmly, letting the air catch her own breathing just right. She had been so focused on getting in that she forgot that she didn't exactly look decent. Brown mud marked her paws and she had not flattened her fur at all to look better. She should have known better then that, he was so huge and perfect. She almost strived to be like that, the perfect wolf. One with a big body and perfect form. She had been small and with no precision at all. She was young though, very young and still growing. She did give credit to her hunting, she had been trained well in the area. Maybe then, she could prove well in the pack, and he would accept her.

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