She found herself in Halifax frequently after her last encounter with Itzal. Whether her being here was a way to secretly look for him, or she just hoped that she would see him here out of pure ‘coincidence’ she wasn’t quite sure. She missed him. He put some kind of spell on her, and she developed a crush for the troubled wolf. At first, she didn’t trust him and was actually more afraid of him than anything, but after a few times from seeing him, she got braver and even threw an arrow at his head once, purely pissing him off. She lived, and she grew to liking him a bit more than a friend. Now if only she could just find him…

A familiar scent caught her nostrils as she walked along the cracked concrete streets of Halifax. She was pretty used to the scenery around here, and the hardness of the concrete didn’t exactly bother her as much as it used to. Right, back to the scent: it was of someone she knew she met before, but she couldn’t exactly put an exact name to it. Determination finally settling over her, she found herself looking for the scent’s owner. Her nose was going a mile a minute as she weaved through the human-made streets of the city. With each ‘block’, the scent became stronger. Finally, she heard voices and turned.

There was a man in a trap, seemingly stuck, and a red furred woman standing over him looking rather amused. When she turned to step away from the man and watch his escape, Axelle noticed very familiar features. Small frame, familiar face… ”Terra…” she mumbled to herself, inaudible to the others. She crossed the human street, and approached the two. ”So we meet again.” Her eyes meeting Terra’s, not even giving the other a glance as she hadn’t a clue who the trapped one was, and not giving him much thought.

Axelle had her usual equipment on: the belt around her waist which housed her sword, the anklet on her ankle which carried the little hunting knife she carried around, but she didn’t carry her purse today, a purple satchel bag that carried many things she found in the city. Maybe this was because she came today with the empty excuse of finding someone.

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Now that Terra had pointed it out, she looked down at the trapped male. ”What is it that you’re exactly doing?” Axelle didn’t disapprove; she had her own fun, sometimes like this, or maybe was that a dream? Either way, she never judged. The trapped man was looking rather pathetic complaining and bitching about being trapped. He was trapped, there was no way he was going to get free unless he used his head and got out of there on his own. She was certainly not going to help this pitiful excuse for a wolf.

Axelle’s eyes never left the brute as she continued to answer to Terra’s statements. ”Ah, no. It wasn’t your sunny disposition this time… I was, uhh, looking for something.” She didn’t care to elaborate as it was a straight bullshit lie and she really didn’t know what she was doing here at all. Sometimes her mind got the best of her and brought her to places, and most of the time she found herself stalking Itzal’s whereabouts, with no luck of course.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a flying piece of large, hunky debris that barely missed her. An audible snarl erupted from her throat and she rounded on the trapped piece of garbage in his cage, ”Hey! I did NOTHING to you! Keep throwing shit at me and you’ll be in a worse predicament than you are now!” She was capable of some things. Maybe she wasn’t as fearsome as others, but there was always ways of upping her status as a cold hearted bitch. ”Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get your ass out of there ‘cause no one's gonna help you.” Not after the large piece of concrete almost came in contact with her, and actually not ever. She liked to test the strengths of others, and liked even more to watch them get out of the predicaments they were in. This could be a good show after all. She turned back to Terra after calming down some, ”Where’d you find this sorry piece of life anyway?” She was referring to the male.

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Axelle returned her gaze to watch the other below in his trap, her expression turning from normal to disgusted in the matter of a few seconds. ”Ridiculous indeed,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. The brute roamed around in the bottom of his trap, complaining and not doing anything to help himself in his predicament. Obviously if someone were to play a trick on him, he wouldn’t be a good sport.

The trapped brute’s activities kept Axelle’s gaze on him, but her attention was caught by Terra. ”He seems to be the equivalent of a rat… Cats are smarter.” She made sure it was said loud enough for the trapped one to hear. ”I guess I’ll have to watch out for your traps then.” She never encountered one, and couldn’t imagine ever falling into a hole, but it was possible. Now she would know not to ever lose her mind in any of the cities around, and go walking around aimlessly. She might be subjected to falling into one of Terra’s traps and be stuck in there like this male. Or not. She was way too crafty to be trapped like some mindless domestic animal. She was not domestic. Even Frex would be able to get out of this one… She thought to herself as she eyed a possible escape route.

”This is what you keep yourself busy with?” If it was something that Terra enjoyed, so be it. Who was she to judge? Axelle had her own hobbies that others would disapprove of, like her drug and alcohol habits- thinking of which, I haven’t done in a while..- and rum making. ”Have you touched up on your sword fighting skills since our duel?” It was just a question lingering in the back of Axelle’s mind. Maybe they could have another duel soon.

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It was a weird way of training, but then again how would one improve trapping without actually trying it out on various types of prey? Axelle nodded as Terra enlightened her about her duties. Everyone on these lands had something to keep them busy, and something to improve their skills on. Trapping was one of Terra’s duties, and Axelle felt that she was the right kind of character for the job. Her personality fit it perfectly.

A smile crept onto Axelle’s face as the trapped one grabbed onto the rope. She knew Terra didn’t give up that easily, and she knew she would have something up her sleeve. The rain of debris caught Axelle off guard and had her rolling with laughter. She had to bend over and clutch her stomach because she was laughing so hard. ”Stupid wolf,” she said when she finally had herself under control. Why would anyone who was trapped trust their captor? Apparently, males. Suddenly Axelle had a brilliant idea…

”Can you teach me some of your useful trapping ways? Someday, of course.” Trapping could give her a little amusement in her life, especially if she was successful with trapping other wolves. Male wolves, of course. Females were on her side, and she had no reason to hate her own kind, yet. ”We could make a little trade: you teach me what you know of successfully trapping something, and I’ll teach you what I know about sword fighting… Sound good?” It was an even enough trade, both females will get a learning experience out of it.

Then after her little learning experience, Axelle could tweak her skill and focus on what she really wanted: to trap and torture other useless males. The malevolent thoughts and ideas were swirling around in her mind, and she was excited and anxious to make them happen. She needed Terra’s skill and she needed to focus on a plan, and then she needed prey.

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She was lost in her maniacal thoughts for a few more seconds before coming back to earth. Hearing Terra agree to teach her, she almost immediately lightened up. A big smile slid across her face, ”Really??” Instant happiness. She would be able to learn a new skill, while also getting revenge on the male race. ”Niceee, okay.” The smile still remained, and she was a bubbly, happy pup now.

She glanced down at the trapped male below. ”What’s your name?” She called down to him, and she half expected him to give it to her. He was the same way he had been since she first saw him: frustrated, trapped, fucked. She pitied him slightly, but he was still too stupid to see the obvious escape route another, with half of a brain, would have spotted in a few minutes. The pity faded away, and she returned her gaze to Terra. ”Do you think I’ll be able to trap wolves?” It was her obvious interest, and it really was the only reason she wanted to learn how to trap. Excitement bubbled inside her as she thought of her plan actually working the way she wanted it to. Things rarely went exactly the way she planned them to, but if it were to closely touch base, she would be happy with that.

Interesting dream-like thoughts flooded her mind. They were actually more like plans, and she carefully turned them over and over in her mind without showing much emotion on her face. If only she could get Kemo into one of these traps, then she would be happy with life. OR maybe Itzal, just to fuck with him. To show him that she was good at something, too, as he was with his throwing knives. Of course, she wouldn’t hurt him so much because she actually had interest in him. His personality disorder excited her; it was like instant danger at her finger tips, whenever she decided to piss him off, and she knew how to do that too.

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Axelle’s concentration broke when Terra seemed startled at her plans. Terra, of all wolves, was one she didn't expect to surprise. She furrowed her brow slightly, thinking of an easy way to put her idea, so that her friend wouldn’t be freaked out. ”Well, my main targets will be male wolves, just for torture really. And whatever else I feel like doing at the moment.” Maybe rape, too. To show them what its like... Her mind was in twists over her immediate plans, but at the same time she wanted Terra to understand that she was in no danger. Why would she harm the one person who was able to show her how to use this skill? Some would, but Axelle wasn’t that messed up.

Axelle gazed down at the brute. She figured she would try to point him in the right direction, just to see if he was capable of that kind of intelligence, ”Look to your left, brute.” Since he didn’t give her his name, brute would do. If he was smart, which she doubted, he would possibly see the clean rope and become one step closer to being free of Terra’s tricks. Axelle looked down at him with pity and disgust, which was exactly what she thought of the majority of the male race. There were select few that she didn't feel so disgusted about, perhaps like the ones that held the possibility of being the father of her pups someday. Select few, though.

”Did you learn trapping on your own?” It was a random conversation starter, but all great skills were learned from somewhere imperial. Hearing that Terra learned this skill from someone who also had a plan behind it would make her feel a little better, but even if it wasn’t so, she still wanted to learn for her own advantages.

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The brute took her bait, and started toward the escape. Axelle noted Terra escaping to a safe distance to a higher place, away from the male; Axelle stayed where she was. He was probably going to come out with some type of agenda, mixed with rage, of course; but she was more than capable of defending herself against this weak male, after all, he was injured by rocks a few times. If he were to go after Terra, she would protect her, too. He wouldn’t be free if it weren’t for Axelle’s advice. It was the least she could do for her friend.

She turned to Terra, ”That actually sounds fun: trapping your friends. It’s kinda like a dangerous, friendly game. Never actually hurting a friend with your intentions, but getting very close.” The thought of the game gave her a spark of excitement. Those kinds of games were exactly the types she liked. Dangerous and fun, while skill was needed as well. If only she had friends of the kind, she would definitely play. Then it hit her: Terra knew how to trap, and soon she would too. ”We should play, someday.” It would be cute.

Axelle watched the brute carefully make his way to safety. He was making his way over the debris, but he was having some difficulty. It was slowing him down, which was good in a way. She stood her ground, but she was a little nervous. Her eyes never left him after he became closer and closer to being free. The adrenaline in her body began to flow through her veins, and her muscles gradually became tenser. Her hand slowly closed around the handle of her Katana, just in case, while her eyes never left the male. There was a good pile of debris there, and it did take him some time…

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