>> ---[where]--- am I?

[Anhari]

Once Elistra posts, I will then reply, even if only she does. I want to atleast roleplay a little, because report cards are coming on Tuesday and I may get grounded. Oh, and, as for the description of the surroundings, I'm working off of the visual, so... --- Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings Footsteps were slow, soft, and extremely muffled as the lumbering male came into view. His amber eyes peered from the darkness, watching the birds twist through the air with glee. He growled, silently gazing up at them, though no emotion was shed. He'd been traveling Silmordus for a few months, now, and felt he was ready to now join ranks. By mouth to ear he'd heard tales, from woodland creatures and overhearing wolves muttering amongst themselves, he'd heard of her. Elistra. From these tales, he'd heard she was a magnificently strong-looking, yet lithe female with a coat of pure white and a soul to match. Yet he also heard she was very quiet, and often off to herself, which worried him slightly. There would probably not be any positive spin to it, and Khan wouldn't try to sugar-coat it. He had a strange feeling they wouldn't click if that was the case. However, if this female was Reina, or, in this country, Reine, though this was not known to Khan, for he had no clue where he was, he'd respect her and be kindly, though chances are he'd rarely talk. He moved slowly, inspecting his surroundings with a look of dispair. This wasn't his homeland. He doubted he would ever return to the outskirts of Vacior again. It wasn't like he wanted to. He quite liked being in this area, wherever it was. And he hoped this Elistra, whoever the bitch was, would allow him to stay within her borders. His thoughts carried on as he took a step forward. His ears flipped back as the full call of a raven hit his ears, though he didn't...object to this with a growl. Instead, he proceeded deeper into the lands, his eyes taking in the visuals. The mountains were an almost ghostly blue, and, the color reflected off of it onto the trees and grasses, making a blu-ish effect. Maybe it was the angle of the sun, or something in Khan's eye. Or maybe the shade of the mountain caused this. Whatever it was, is was brilliantly magnificent. Khan sat, and licked his chops. His gaze narrowed, and, upon closer inspection, he could see blood-splatters on the grass. His ears flew back. He had a strange feeling this was their battlegrounds. Whoever these wolves were. He lifted his head and sniffed, drawing his lips back in a growl. A whoosh of air escaped him, and he snorted, parting his lips in speech. "Where am I?" Twisting your mind, smashing your dreams

[Elistra]

|OOC| ... + Lift your voice + ...

... + I want to hear you sing + ... |IC|

”You are in Ivonny Canyon, the former battlegrounds when Evalik and Silmordus were constantly at war. You are, as you might have guessed, in the lands of Silmordus.” Quiet, soft tones of a feminine character slipped neatly from their prison that was her throat as the she-wolf made herself present from where she had been silently sitting in the shadows of the trees, gazing at the sky with a longing expression on her facial until he had appeared. ”You, your accent is Spanish. Are you from Vacior?” The she-wolf inquired of him, her own accent thick and unmistakably French, designating her apart of Silmordus. She had yet to come out from her place in the trees, and from where she was sitting she was easily mistaken as a jet black wolf. Elistra wasn’t too keen on making her appearance as of yet, she was too busy being curious as to why he was on her land and what a Vacior would want with Silmordus. There was no need to be hostile unless his intentions were not the right ones and then she would act. He looked innocent and lost enough. Shrugging back her shoulders she tilted her head back to look back up at the sky calmly.

Closing her eyes, the she-wolf leaned into a warm breeze passing through the canyon. ”One year ago, I fought here myself. I watched wolves die left and right and I watched the land run red with blood. What is your purpose here?” The soft tones were hard and to the point. They lacked any innuendos of what was going on through her head, or what her current mood was. There was a rustling as she finally moved herself and from the shadows slipped a silver white she-wolf with the oddest but enchanting color shades matched known to wolf kind. Eyes of a deep ocean blue stared back at him, ringed with a deep emerald and visibly flecked with gilded hazel. She herself stood at two feet five inches, taller than many female wolves and her entire body, though slender, was compact and gave the impression she was indeed a warrior wolf and not one to mess with. And yes, there was also the fact that she was the Reine of Silmordus, but who would know that? Well many probably would, but she didn’t care if they knew or not. Her first priority was her kingdom, not her royal title.

Moving her limbs in unison she glided in silence towards where Khan was until she was but three feet away from him. Pausing, the alabaster she-wolf gazed at him with no emotion whatsoever. There was only a calm, serene look about her, but there was also something about her that didn’t seem right. She seemed pure enough, innocent enough, but what was the truth? The Reine of Silmordus was as black hearted as they got, but she didn’t show it by her words or personality as many dark wolves showed it. She showed it by her decisions and ruthless way of fighting. A white wolf with a black heart, that was different, and not only that but she didn’t act that way at all. What was this world coming to? The Reine flicked an ear back and lazily looked back up the sky, wanting and hoping for her matron goddess to show herself so they could embrace each other and go on their long runs through the lands of Silmordus again. However, night would approach for a few more hours so she would have to do with being somewhat sociable towards this stranger for now.

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[Envy]

--- --- Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings He couldn't see her. It weasn't like he was paying attention, anyway. His mind was wandering too far. The scent of blood enticed him. His tail swept side to side, flicking in the air as his tongue rolled out of his mouth. His hackles stood up, and he growled slightly, ignoring the slight voice that echoed in his head. Why were they talking to him now? Now wasn't the time. But he came to a sudden realization that it wasn't him thinking to himself, but it was actually the voice of a strong and lovely female, and she was asking him a question. He didn't hear the first part, and he still lacked the knowledge of where he was, though he caught her next words. ”You, your accent is Spanish. Are you from Vacior?” He heard her but couldn't see her. His gaze swept across the area, however he turned his penetrating yellow gaze toward the shadows in which she lied. His nose twitched, confirming her gender. He flicked his ears back and snorted, before parting his jaws. He nodded, a regal nod, not to be confused with imperial, which demands his royalty, for he's far from it. Khan considered his words, thinking carefully before replying. "Yes, that I am, and though you mentioned it before, you accent suggests some Silmordus. I am guessing you are from here?" his accent wasn't as heavy as most, proving his onward journey into Silmordus, which was halted by this female. He showed a slightly cross face, however awaited her presence. Still none. She spoke again, gently explaining, in a strong voice, what she'd seen. ”One year ago, I fought here myself. I watched wolves die left and right and I watched the land run red with blood. What is your purpose here?” He considered her words. What was his purpose here? But, he had the feeling this female had rank, so he dared not challenge her. For now. Thoughts raced, though now he saw her, and didn't know what to make of her. It seemed she didn't know which was to do, black, or white, or gray, however she was breathtakingly beautiful. Khan didn't show this emotion. No emotion was shed as his eyes lightly skimmed her body. "My purpose?" He snorted. "To take oveer these lands." he snorted with laughter again, remembering the reaction of his father when he told him this so many times. It really wasn't that funny unless you were with him when Khan was two months old. But now Khan was literally cracking up. Abruptly, the laughing, rather, cackling of a starved hyena, halted, and the male lowered to his forelimbs and stretched, glaring at the female through untainted eyes. He yawned mightily before sitting upward again. "On a more serious note, my lady, I wish to live here." Twisting your mind, smashing your dreams