cold air and running can cure anything [OPEN]

[rin]

JULIET
nyalcom alpha 

A red wolf picked her way silently through the ruins of Castle Nyaclom before breaking into a full run as the space cleared and she managed to escape from the presence of the human inhabitants of the area. While she firmly believed that she and her pack should be free to show themselves whenever they wanted, she knew at present this wasn't the case. But some days it was just easier not to show your face to mere humans that would only freak out at the site of you, and this was one of those days. The Nyalcom alpha had a horrible thumping her skull, and her previous location of the castle wasn't doing anything to alleviate the pain that was welling up. In the past 25 years as leader of this pack these headaches had become more and more frequent and the young wolf could only think to attribute it to the stress of the job. While she was confidante in her abilities, she still worried about her pack mates and if she could truly be the leader she needed to be. In these times she found that it was better to run off these thoughts instead of wasting energy worrying over things that weren't going to change in the near future.

As she surged forward she felt the frigid Russian winter air ripped into her thick coat, and she felt alive. She loved winter, and she thrived on the cold. Somehow the chill was always exactly what she needed. As Juliet forced herself forward faster and faster she fell into her rhythm. Even for a wolf she was a fast runner, and had a lot of endurance for it. Running had always been her niche that she filled in her pack. She never pretended to be the strongest in the pack, but she was as quick as a whip and good at getting in the quick attacks. 

She wasn't sure how long she had been running, but when she finally stopped she found herself at Skirmir's River. The area had always harbored a special place in her heart, and she was happy that her unconscious running had brought her to one of her favorite places. Happily, she trotted over to the water's edge, her tail swinging back and forth in a happy wag. The wind changed directions, and for a moment the scent of Rulin pack entered her nose. A growl rumbled in her throat. The one thing Juliet always hated about this location was how near it was to their rival pack. She distrusted all of them, but the Rulin wolves she was especially cynical towards. 

Huffing in annoyance, she plopped down on the bank at it's lowest point. Briefly, she closed her eyes, allowing the sound of the water and Nature around her to sound around her as she realized that her headache was already slipping away. 

[~Nighthunter~]

Victor Reeves

Vicious,Tortured,Seeking

Would you betray a friend to prove your cold then walk away?

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What exacty was joy? Oh sure he knew was thrills were, he knew those just fine. The scent of fear driven off a prey being hunted, or the sheer terror that wafted from an accused person. Those were thrilling, the chase, the moment, the hunt, but joy was something outside of his knowledge altogether. The red haze, as he liked to refer to it as had reseeded, and was now only a dull throb behind his temples. The need to conquer to kill was driven into him for decades of his life, it was all he had known for quite some time, was to be of use. Victor stalked unintentionally through the trails, his preseance one of menace even when he wasn't trying because of his reputation. In truth he was lucky his pack let him live, he knew they kept him in the pack and hadn't chased them off because of possible retaliation. It was also true that half the monster he was had never been his intention at all. His "parental caregivers" had done that job for him.

In truth he wasn't sure he liked killing when he was younger, not that it mattered much to him now. He had done too much to have it bother him. When he did kill sometimes he wondered if he should just leave things be, or refuse to do it. The previous rulers of the pack had used him to his full potential many many times, and since he was still alive it seemed he had done his work well enough to survive.

Victor was a realist, his life had not turned out the way he had wanted it to, and now he just did what he was told, less pain that way, less aggravation over morals. Morals, yes he still had those, it wasn't as if he found joy in killing, he didn't know the feeling, but he wasn't queasy. When he wasn't out being useful in one way or another, he lifted weighs and worked out. It kept his demons at bay having something to focus on. Sometimes he liked to think that maybe it was a healthier outlet, one that could help him forget the need to preform.

Not many in the pack talked to him much, though he wasn't sure what to make of them. He didn't like his pack, they ignored his life, made him what he was. Sure not all of them could have known, not all of them could be guilty, but he would never trust them as normal people trust those they care about. His only exception might be those younger then he, because they would have been in no position to help him anyway.

Sniffing the breeze, he stretched and jumped up into the trees by the water because it was a good vantage point. Not many prey would look to the trees for a wolf. While he was up there Juliet strode towards the waters edge and lay down. She seemed agitated, and wondered if she would call on him to put a stop to that irritation. Digging his claws into the wood he landed with a bit less stealth then he usually did, being sure to make noise as he landed to alert her. It would not be good for him to look like he was intentionally sneaking up on her, he was a known killer and she was an alpha. He didn't know her personal feelings towards him, but he didn't want any trouble, he just wanted to live his life and find out what that meant.

Making his way to the water several yards away from her, he came into the open and bent down for a drink. Then he waded into the water a bit, his eyes on the water to see if he could snatch a fish. They were considerably harder to catch, and he liked the challenge. He didn't feel like he needed to say anything to her, and was not one particularly good with talking, so he let her make that decision up whether she did or not.

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