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Leaves crunched underfoot, their brittle, curved corpses lining the floor in a mass foliage genocide. Layers upon layers of leaves, decomposing bodies that created a springy and resilient forest floor. The canopy overhead seemed to stretch for miles, and the young man tilted his may skywards, wondering absently at the leverage of the sun. Dusk was nearing, but there was still a good while of sunlight left, streaming through the leafy bowers like resilient golden spears.
The vagabond pressed onwards. Birdsong had halted, and the forest became a silent tomb around him, the oblivious fool trotting along in his lupine form for better ground coverage. Caillen was his birthname, Cai his calling, Romeo the true label for his large-beating heart. For here was more than fool, but true innocent, a love-longing soul that saw beauty in the warning of the pines around him, heard peace in the deadly silence that any other traveled would hearken as danger. But to he, the unwary, the forest stretched on and on - boundless, boundary-less, bountiful.
Slate-blue fur was dappled with leaf-pattern, tipped with light tan. Sky-blue eyes, the ever-hue of a wondrous heavenly place, scanned the repetitive green aimlessly. It had been a while since he'd had contact from fellow high-speakers, and longer still since he'd seen the crumbling buildings of home. The Cour des Miracles dreamer thought momentarily of his mother, and wondered if she pined for his venturing soul. The concept brought a smile to his maw.
The carelessness of each footfall was primarily due to one thing - The youth was the largest predator in these parts, surely. For large he was, in muscle and in stature, a rippling form of handsome health if ever there was one. And this facade alone was a guard against those who would often seek to challenge his path. But the fool lived in danger of one thing - That some should actually wish to fight him, for there, Caillen was stranded on his own little island of idiocy. The boy had never learned to fight, and as such, could not.
He began to hum, a soft little tune that sounded rather pleasant in the baritone swell of his voice. The soft crunching of leaves under-paw and the drag drag drag of checkered scarf-ends on topsoil became a continuous percussion to match his music.
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Dainty paws fell silently onto the earth as the girl made a conscious effort in stepping on the soft pads of her paws to negate the sound of the clicks that her claws would make across the ground. After quite a large meal from the previous day her belly was still quite full and she felt no need to hunt this morning. That left her with nothing else to do, but explore. This place was quite strange, filled with so many packs in one area, all of them wolves except for one pack which seemed to be made up mostly of coyotes and hybrids. This had been the reason this area had become her current haunt. Of course, she attempted to remain hidden and had yet to show herself to anyone except the male that came from that coyote pack.
Aislin had been stupid, and she cursed herself for letting the male find her in such a vulnerable state. She should have taken her food elsewhere to hide in a small cave and eat so she would not be found. The smell of the blood had forced her into a frenzy though - a kind of high that she had come off of a few minutes after she had filled her belly. The girl had secretly enjoyed the company although she would never admit that to herself or anyone else in hopes of remaining like a ghost upon the lands.
The girl arched her back in a cat-like fashion before stretching out her legs as she stretched forward allowing her back legs to drag behind on the ground before she stood up again. She had been about to go for a stroll when a strange scent tickled her nose. It was a pack wolf, but she realized - with a quick inhale - that this male had a strange scent mixed in. Something that screamed not full wolf. She was not sure what it was or if it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but she was curious and so she set off - quite quietly - to find this creature roaming her area.
With the amount of sound he was making from the brittle leaves it was not hard to track the male by sound which allowed her to use her nose to make sure nobody else was in the area. Crimson eyes caught sight of the strangest thing which caused her to squint in confusion as she took in the colouration as well as the pattern of the strange brute before her. She cocked her ears as she watched him curiously from behind watching his movements as he padded through the dampwoods. After a small fight with her instincts about staying hidden, her curiosity finally won the battle and she pressed forwards, peering out from behind a bush to get a better look.
"What are you? she asked with a tinge of confusion in her soft voice. Aislin forced herself to sound pleasant enough as her alabaster paws picked their way out easily from the bush and emerging into the small clearing the boy was passing through. Now that she could see him better she could tell he was not much older than she. The woman carried herself in a royal manner as she padded up to his side, giving him another once over - and quite liking what she saw - before taking a step back to await an answer.
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So perhaps he hadn't been as careful as he should have. In fact, that was a definite, and had the boy known in which general direction he waltzed, perhaps the fool would have taken more conscientious effort to disguise the sounds of his footfall, the heady scent of his male flesh. But no, the vagabond wandered aimlessly, carelessly, his head lost in thoughts incomprehensible to those of groundly sense.
The girl appeared out of nowhere. In fact, Caillen hadn't even noticed her until her own scent tickled his large ebony nose, and he'd turned to see her, watching him. Her eyes were the most bewitching shade of ruby red, glinting like rubies from the midst of the brushy tangle in which they peered. Her voice came next - A soft, melodic swell of sound, something about which made the blood in his veins shiver expectantly, reacting to something in the content of that lovely tone. By now, the wolfdog had frozen to the spot, his one erect ear sharply alert as it's floppy companion attempted (uselessly) to do likewise. One dirt-stained ivory forepaw remained frozen, mid-step, hovering above the leaf litter as if to complete the motion would be to fell his very stride.
When she emerged, relief, clouded by his own film of confusion, swamped Caillen's mind. The soft-spoken lady was small, so much more than he that the collie mix almost dwarfed her in height. She looked to be some elven guardian of this grave-yard forest, conjured from the coppers and greens as if born of them. For a moment, memory stirred - There had been another red-eyes damsel, forest-nymph, goddess incarnate; She who wielded the swords, she with hatred in her blood-red gaze. But this girl was not the one known as Halo, nor did she resemble her much, apart from that glorious crimson gaze.
Aware that he had been staring instead of answering her question, Caillen started swiftly, his larger body spinning clumsily in the leave litter to face her. The handsome youth's head lowered as a sign of submission - If this was her territory, he did not want to offend the pixie-girl for wandering arrogantly through it. The slate wolfdog opened his maw to answer, and finally realized the true strangeness of her question. What are you? Owlishly wide, innocent eyes trailed her as the young lady padded about him, the authority in her bearing making the youth's head sink even lower, his fluffy plume dipping down to hang limp behind his hind legs.
"I... I-I-I am, err... I am Caillen. My mother i-i-is..." Oh, hark! His stutter was embarrassing, and more flustered than before, the wolfdog swallowed hastily before continuing, "Is a collie dog, miss. I'm a half-breed, or thats what most w-w-would think of it."
Perhaps it was sheer luck that, on this occasion, Caillen hadn't openly branded himself as a wolf (as was generally his wont, so as to explain the large size and all). Maybe he had seen, in that fleeting second where her rose-hued eyes had met his own sky-blue, a flash of danger therein. But more likely, the young fool had proved his innate luck once again. His gaze dwelled on the pixie-girl, with her shapely, slender body, those haunting eyes, and a charmingly unsure smile curved about his doggish maw. "Pleased be tae m-m-meet you, miss?"
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There was something about him that did not scream wolf completely which stopped her from baring her fangs at him. Of course, she had a bit of wolf in her too, but as long as he was not a full-wolf or pledge full allegiance to them she could look past it enough to develop something. Aislin expected the reaction that he showed as she had crept along so silently he would not have heard her until she spoke. He jumped, watching her for a moment before spinning completely around unsure of what to think of her at first it seemed. The girl simply waited for a response, she was hardly the impatient type and let him get his eyeful before he responded to her question. She had caught him a bit off guard.
He submitted. That was a good thing in her books, and she gave him a nod that was meant to say 'yes, you can relax now'. Just as long as he knew she was the dominant one there would be no fight and she would not have to eat him like she did the last male that crossed her path. Although, this guy was a lot larger than the other male, but he was still a pup. Easy to take enough on her own for her own small size. Aislin was a good fighter, but anyone in a shifted form could probably easily pin the poor girl. She had yet to control that part of her and thus left it alone for the most part.
Ruby colored gaze shifted over his body as she took in the merle blue color in his coat as well as the tinges of brown around his muzzle. The way his coloration fell upon his coat was intriguing and the girl was instantly interested in him. As he began to stutter his response she took another step forward - much closer to him - closing the already small gap between the two. She let her tail brush against his flank a motion she wished would calm his nerves. Of course, being a hormonal teenager it could have quite the opposite effect. Either way she would enjoy the reaction.
"Dog?" she questioned rhetorically. More of an affirmation of what she was seeing here. She had dog blood run through her veins as well, this only gave him another connection to her that she would remember. Aislin brought her nose closer to his pelt and drew in his scent as she stored it in order to refresh her mind later when she would contemplate the scent wondering how it differed from the wolf's exactly. Her eyes trailed along his large frame, pausing a moment at his chest before continuing on. Her eyes quickly went back up to meet his own bright, sky blue ones. Gods, he was a handsome fellow. 'Time to have fun,' she thought as a wicked grin crossed her features.
"Pleasure is all mine, I'm sure," she responded, her voice growing husky as she fantasized about the things she could do to his innocent little body. Her lips twitched in satisfaction as she turned to walk a full circle around him taking in every detail about this strange creature before her. "Aislin de la Croix," the girl gave a simple nod before stopping in front of him curious to his reaction of her being so close to him.
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It seemed that she was doing more than just observing him; she was storing him, for lack of a better description, storing him in the canvasses of her mind as one would a peculiarity in their everyday lives. Something to remember if boredom struck. Everywhere that ruby gaze traveled his skin prickled uncomfortably, thankfully hidden beneath the voluminous waves of his Merle-patterned pelt. The lad yin question had a striking pelt of her own - Black, deepest ebony, like a starless night sky, clashing against purest snow-white, so pure and fresh that he would never have guessed of the gore it had been splattered with, only the day previous.
If she liked what she saw, the coyote hybrid gave little indication except for a brisk nod of the head, at which Caillen allowed his submissive posture to relax slightly, that flagged plume-tail sweeping in slow side-to-side motions. He probably would have been quite all right if it hadn't been for the soft touch of her own tail, sliding alongside his flank, making the poor youth freeze up warily all over again. He had been attacked by frosty women a lot lately, and even this smallest of contact made sky-blue eyes flicker at her anxiously, looking for any signs of aggression. Head remained lowered - Caillen had been taught the hard way that manners were imperative, and it was simply a part of his upbringing to be submissive. It seemed there was not an aggressive bone in the boy's entire body, but that was not true, either; He had the potential to be fiercely loyal, and who knew what havoc rage could wreak in a body as large and powerful as the gentle giant's?
However, he was meek as a lamb in the presence of this newest acquaintance, owlish-wide eyes watching her ever-still. Her rhetoric question made his floppy ear flick quizzically, for by now she was circling him, and out of view unless Cai turned to face her (which he dared not, preferring instead to allow the pixie-nymph her stature). He felt a cold, dainty nose quivering at his side, drawing in his own unique scent. The scent had always meant trouble for him - It confused friends and foe alike, that strange smell, that foreign and alien aspect to him. It came from his coat, which in itself was marker enough for the mistrusting eyes of those who saw foreigners as a threat.
Caillen hoped the pretty lady didn't feel the same as them.
Finally, she halted before him again, and when he dared look upon her masked face once more, it was to take note of a dangerously wicked smile there. However, the grin was quickly replaced by her soft voice once more, echoing his own words in a way that made the depths of his stomach tremble, wary and confused. It seemed to be an ironic game of cat and mouse, considering the reversal of their sizes.
"Aislin... Aislin dee lah Croix. That is a lovely name, Miss dee lah Croix." His accent, faint though it was, twisted the lovely sounds slightly. Smiling hopefully, Caillen lifted his head to try and watch her as she enclosed him in a predatory circle once more. She stopped before him again, and the wolfdog offered what he hoped was his most polite and endearing smile, sinking down onto his haunches to lay before her on the ground. It was a sign of respect, showing that by laying down he was trusting her not to attack, and offering her the full height advantage over his much larger form. "Aislin." He tasted the word once more, rolling it around his maw, mentally pinning it to the picture of the black and white beauty.
Her closeness made him uncomfortable, but not wanting to offend her, the foreigner hid it away. His tail still wagged flippantly against the mulch, forepaws tangling up in his long checkered scarf. "I am Caillen Winters. Many apologies if I was t-t-trespassing, Miss. I picked up no scents here-about, and did not mean to walk onto your land."
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Aislin was the kind of person to completely take in a person from first sight. She studied every movement he made, the way he carried his posture so that in the end she had a pretty good description in her mind as well as a general profile of whoever became her subject. It was a heightened sense or awareness of things she had picked up on since she was really young and her skills in observation of people had helped her through many battles in her youth. Not too say she still was not young, the girl hardly had much of a childhood and thus she appeared older to most just with her personality. Her youthful figure on the other hand gave away her true age though with the lankiness of her appendages as well as the lack of fat on her awkward figure.
A low purr of satisfaction rose in her throat as she glanced over the young male. Her eyes flashed with something that indicated she planned to own this male by the end of the night. He was still very young and she could use that youthful naivety in order to keep him around for a very long time. Of course, she would need to put on an act, and with that thought in mind the purr in her chest seemed to deepen as she took in the large and foreign appearance he seemed to carry. He was a rare sight, and this she did quite like about him. She liked different, it made them more unique and this one she had to admit was quite fucking handsome.
His eyes! she growled a low tone of approval as he looked innocently at her. There was such innocence to him which made her question whether she should actually use him like she was planning. Of course! How could she even second guess something such as this falling into her lap. Those eyes those, it made her want to have him curl up in her lap so she could preen him like a beloved pet. The colour of his eyes were another striking thing about him, and she would enjoy having those eyes rest upon her at any time. She could already feel hot in places with that beautiful stare and she could not help but watch his eyes dazzle in the light.
Aislin could never see this boy as a threat - to her anyway - as long as she played her cards right he could become quite a powerful protector if she ever needed a strong, and able-bodied boy around. But, the girl was getting quite ahead of herself, and so she cut off that line of thought completely before returning her attention solely to their conversation. Of course, she could still enjoy the view she was being given at the moment. There was nothing that would stop her from that pleasure.
Her skin tingled with pleasure as he breathed her name in that bit of an accent he had. She responded in a raspy tone: "Well, thank you, Caillen." He spoke her name again and she had to close her eyes to make sure she did not just shudder with pleasure at thinking what exactly she could do to him. "None of this is mine, I call no place home. I wander in hopes of learning the lands," she began before adding, So, Caillen, why have you wandered so far from home? What brings you out here?" she was truly curious what had taken him away from his pack towards the coyote clan of the north. Her eyes rested upon him, already growing possessive of the creature before her.
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To have her attention was a blissful thing. Not that Caillen had been an attention-deprived child; His mother had lavished all she had to give unto her son, and likewise with his early comrade, the young collie-girl who's disappearance had spurned the vagabond to his merry wanderings. But her attention, oh, it was of a different caliber, a different heightened sense of glee to perceive the interest in the fem-fatale spark of her crimson gaze, her wicked smile. The girls of his pup-hood had denied him thus, for difference there was a frightening thing, a wicked thing. He had been different in all ways, and their rebuke had stung the little Romeo deeply. In physical age, it seemed, little parted the two, but in mental, the difference was astonishing. He, with little more wit than a mewling new-born, bowing now at the feet of a girl whose blood-dripped eyes had seen a thousand aches, or so it seemed.
Caillen's horrors were of a different thing, a dream-thing, for his consciousness had been fleeting at the scarring events surrounding his birth. Alaine had strived, with every bone in her slender body, to bring up her son oblivious to the pain of the world around him. Only in sleep could the horrors haunt him, tear at his mind with their wicked teeth. In daylight, he was but a foolish soul, a strand of blue sky and sunlight twisted to form a living, breathing creature.
Now, freshly a man, though less so a boy trapped in the body of his age, the youth looked upon his hybrid admirer with naivety and the innate sense of friendliness that pervaded his very being. Such a sunny view, to assume the best in all characters, rather than to wonder why her smile glinted like crocodile teeth in the dappled forest light. Such a fragile mind. So easily corrupted, persuaded, used.
Her voice, that cunningly raspy tone that hinted at a thrum of pleasure in her throat, caressed the boy's eagerly waiting ears. At the sound of his own name, thick tail set to thumping the ground in a goofish manner. Rather than detract from his perceived handsomeness, this display of feckless anticipation sought only to make the lowered youth appear more biddable, more willing, more seeking of her appraisal. All thoughts of the treachery of woman-kind had already flown free of his wandering mind. Sky-blue eyes drank in her words like a drowning man reaching for shore, with she the sand bank just out of reach. "I? Well, m'lady, I..." His mind went blank for a moment, basking as he was in this display of kindness she so willingly offered. Swallowing hastily, the wolfdog tried again. "I didnae seek anything far from home, Miss, but wish'd no more than tae... Tae know of the world, I suppose. My Mama, she's a good lady, but she did nae understand that a man must surely become a man sometime. I could nae stay cooped up in there forever, Miss Aislin." For a moment his charming bravado became a countenance of contemplation, wondering anon at the true reasoning behind his leaving. Perhaps, as had been the case with his never-mentioned father, the boy was in possession of particularly ticklish feet. Migration was the way of many canine 'Souls, after all.
His eyes, having parted with thoughts of home, returned now to the facade of his female dominae with loyal swiftness. Remaining upon his downy-white belly so as to assure her of his submissiveness, the gentle giant crossed one huge paw over the other and cocked his head merrily at her. "Was worth is, Miss, tae see the fell things that I have seen. Imagine, a bear! Your forest - Er, this forest - is strange indeed, tae hold such t-t-treasures." For indeed he had seen (and met) with the shaggy brown on his trek, in a place not so far from this world, her world. But she seemed to be the most peculiar (and spectacular) creature that this silent glade had hidden from sight; A secret siren, bearing the face of nobility and the heart of a wolf-killer. If any were to hold skill enough to turn this boy into a killer, surely it could be none other than she.
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