Two Lemmings for Your Time? AKIRA/CLAN MEMBERS

[Zelia]

Little curved nails dug into the ice as the lithe little vixen tup-tupped across the frozen territory right to the lookout point. Not more than a black spot against the snow the yellow eyed fox kept the clan's craggy boarder in her sight at all times. She held in her mouth two lemmings caught and killed. Lucky for her nose had picked up that most beast of this clan were predators. Someone who might appreciate an offering of meat, 'well they better appreciate it, my face is covered in snow from the dive to get these rodents!' Zelia mused to herself, though she grinned through the rodent’s fur.

The tundra while she was a bit far north than what she usually was she’d found a winter woods. There was food, there was times when fresh water ran, and there was a clan. Zelia had been searching the frozen wastes for a decent group. Something that was different than her past. She wanted to leave her past behind. While not the biggest predator in the tundra she was one of the quickest and slyest she kept running that over in her mind as she could explain to the leader of Tosrada, Akira the wolfess, at least that is what other loners had explained to her. Though as to said she wolf’s personality it was not known. As far as Zelia knew the she wolf might turn her nose at the site of the fox. Zelia knew the audacity of some wolves who thought they had the authority to dictate a clan. Still there wasn’t the smell of death or that tingle of darkness as she was akin to from her Gypsy Guild.

She stopped and shook off that thought with a huff; she would not bring that thought to mind. She had to try and find that family group she so longed to be in. A group of animals that could use her skills for good thinking of the good she could do she padded forward and with determination plopped her butt onto the frozen ground. Zelia spat out the lemmings and looked to the right and left of her. Now hopefully she didn’t have to wait for the guards to find her. While wolves could howl up a storm the little fox could only let out a shrill chirp like bark. Her trait was not to let others know she was in an area, she would have to wait for some beast to come her way. Zelia flopped over on the boarder and looked towards the sky. Eventually someone would find their way here and she could get to talk to the clan’s leader.

‘I hope I don’t have to wait in the snow for too long,’ was her thought before she crouched down in the snow to hide herself from the tundra winds.

[Tyrothen]

The navy blue brute traversed the land in fast pace, searching for intruders. He spent most of his days ensuring the safety of the boundaries, for if anything were to get in, it would anger his Queen, and he would not have her being angry. If he could prevent some strife on the Queen's part, then he considered his job to be well executed. After all, he owed it to Akira to do his best at whatever he did for the clan; she didn't know what he held within him, but it was better she didn't find out for now.

A strange smell struck his nares, and he moved quietly to investigate. It smelled like freshly killed lemmings, with a hint of something else. If there was something hunting within their borders, there would be prices to be paid, and the best currency in these times was blood.

He continued forward, and caught sight of a little canine, the lemmings he had smelled dropped daintily beside her. She was in a crouching position, hardly threatening, and so Tyrothen deduced she had been awaiting for someone of the clan. The Queen herself would have been better than he, but at least the brute could investigate while waiting for Akira. His head tilted at her questioningly. "What are you doing here, fox? Shouldn't you be relaxing someplace warmer?" His thoughts had exited his mouth in that gravelly voice of his without being filtered in his brain, which was strange for him. Normally only specific words escaped, but this time, all of them had. He seemed surprised at himself, but ended up shrugging it off.

"These are the lands of the Tosrada. Are you seeking entry?" His bodice lowered to the ground, legs still ready beneath him in case of a surprise attack. One could never be too cautious in the Tundra, and Tyrothen had been tiptoeing around his own brain most of his life.You know... you have a full course meal sitting right in front of you! There it was, that other side of him that refused to leave him alone. Even if he thought he was in solitude, it was always there, the shadow of his mind. Thankfully, the brute was not all too hungry, and so the shadow's influence did little to frazzle him. Tyrothen simply waited the little fae's reply, curious of her presence.

[Zelia]

Boredom was slowly spreading out through Zelia’s veins. Her bright catlike yellow eyes nearly crossing from the dullest part of joining a clan. Not even her creative little mind could spin an entertaining imagination to pass time. She had reached up a paw to play with her prey when the crunching sound of pawsteps on ice entered her large ears. Good Hearing and eye sight kept a little predator such as her safe in the tundra. Her ears honed in on the sound like radar. It was coming towards her from the pack territory; a clan member. Excitement fled through her, she entertained the thought of the she wolf being pleasing to look at. Her shallow side rearing its ugly head she eagerly peered into the frozen territory hoping for a glimpse of something tall, wild, and sexy.

She caught the scent of the male, the leaders mate? Then the site of blue fur as the lupine creature made a bee line towards her. Well at least he was handsome to look at. ‘To flirt and land myself into trouble with the leader if this exquisite creature is her mate or should I just wing it?’ her internal thoughts rang wickedly. ‘Too late he’s too tempting not to show a little fluff. I do love my wolvish cousins, their raw power and rippling muscles are the best to sate me, though there was this one time with a honey badger . . . .’

The voice of stone spoke simultaneously sending shivers down Zelia’s back and interrupting her thoughts. Well wasn’t he one to just jump right to questioning her actions. She hadn’t even been there that long! With a sniff she rose slowly and shook the snow from her body before sitting down in a relaxed pose, she wanted conversation. Her fur was well equipped to handle this snow just as much as his was. Still she saw the look of curiosity on his face and put on a smile. Time to show this clan who she was well was now.

“Well let’s cut to the chase and get right down to business, wolf,” she let out a laugh. “Yes I’m seeking a new home, a family, and interested to see what Tosrada has to offer. My name is Zelia, some call me a gypsy. OH! manners I caught fresh meat. One for the leader and I thought I was going to eat but . . . nerves you know, anyways help yourself to a bite if you’re hungry Mr. . . .?”

She nosed a lemming towards him more so he could smell that the prey didn’t come from his lands. Zelia had forgotten that clans got touchy on who took their kill and who didn’t. It was a good gesture anyways. Families did that for each other right? She felt awkward though hid it the best she could with a small grin and a flirty voice, “sooo handsome, been with the clan long?”

[Tyrothen]

The blue beast widened his eyes as she rambled off for a moment about herself and what she had caught. Amber-flecked silver orbs blinked a few times in response to his brain attempting to arrange everything that was said. He felt the shoulder with the spike looming out of it shrug, his other self showing off. "I'm Tyrothen, sweetheart." That was not what he had wanted to say. He had wanted to identify himself to the little vixen, but not in such a flattering way with his gruff voice. He cursed his brain silently for betraying him, and felt embarrassed for the emotion he might (or might not) have roused in the fae.


"No, I've not been here all too long..." His normal voice returned, a little more sheepish than usual. The shift from the two ends of the spectrum might have been surprising, but it was a common thing with the navy brute. Sometimes it appeared as though he fought with himself, though the two voices were audibly different. Tyrothen wrangled the shadow down, forcing it to be silent. "At the beginning of this summer, as a matter of fact." Orbs glanced to the side, as though he was trying to remember each passing of the sun since he had arrived.

"Though I regret to say, my dear, that I doubt I have the rank... to accept you."[/b][/color] It emerged again, wrestling with him, some malicious intent clouding his mind. He was not attempting to impress the vixen, nor win her over into the clan, but for some reason he was being a flirt. Even back home, he never was interested in any of the other faes, for they were too wound up for him. This fox was not unlike them. So why, then, would that thing in his head suddenly react to her? Slowly, he calmed himself, concentrating on Zelia's next movements and words.
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[Zelia]

Now that spike was interesting Zelia really hoped that she didn’t go to another clan that was just like her rouge guild. Never again did she want to use her skills at harming others. She probably looked as if she was curious of the spike; instead she was remembering a beast that had two spikes on their shoulders. They curved like horns under the arms the points pointing out. She remembered laughing as traitors were killed by being impaled by the large deer. Zelia blinked away the memory and listened as Tyrothen seemed to talk in a slightly different voice. Curious individual.

”Well then, Ty, do you mind Ty? Or is there another nickname you go by? Anyways am I keeping you from duties? I love company but I don’t wanna keep you,” Zelia purred, flirting was her talent. She was a delicate and pretty female, the guild needed a slinky vixen like her to charm and find more information about their targets. It felt good to flatter a male knowing that she wouldn’t see him dead the next day.

Odd at the moment she should fear a male most, being all alone in a strange territory, she didn’t want him to go and she be alone again. Not romantically, though that would be nice, but just it’s been a while since she had the company of another nothing more serious or devious between them than, ‘what’s your favorite color?’ Speaking of, as she looked over the dark blue male, she wondered, “what’s your favorite color?”

Her eyes widened the question not supposed to come out she might have even interrupted him talking. “I’m sorry, if you don’t want to answer don’t it’s just it’s been a while since I’ve been talking to another being instead of prey.”

Either he was going to leave awkwardly to get the leader to chase the crazy one off, or he would stare at her stupidly. Zelia not one to be bashful just stared into his amber eyes, noting the silver within them, just waiting to see what he would do.

[Tyrothen]

Tyrothen awaited as she seemed to observe him skeptically for a moment. A nervous pang shot through him, not wanting her to think him too strange, even though that was exactly what he was. And, just like that, her mouth went off again rambling off things. "Whatever you wish to call me is fine." He wasn't too particular to what he should be addressed as, so long as it wasn't an insult. Not too many had gotten away from him that had uttered malicious words towards him. "You're not keeping me from anything, little one. I was simply doing my rounds." And wondering where the Queenie is...

He pondered her other question for a moment. He hadn't ever really thought of what his favorite color was. It definitely wasn't blue, because he was that all of the time. He'd seen enough crimsons and oranges back home for three lifetimes, and here was nothing but white most of the year. "This may sound strange, but I don't think I like colors very much." Tyrothen, now "Ty", blinked a few times in realization. As though to try to guide himself through his unsureness, he returned the question. "What's your favorite color, Zelia? It's nothing like, oh, blood, is it?"[/b][/color]

Tyrothen jumped up from his position, quite literally surprised by himself. He felt his breath quicken for a moment in panic, but he forced it down and reached a shaky calmness. He could feel the shadow laughing at him, amused by the entire situation. Tyrothen's eyes scanned the area for a moment, unsure of how to hold himself, but not wanting to gaze at the vixen. Perhaps joining a pack wasn't the best idea; it only gave the thing in his head more toys to play with in the end and more ways to make him suffer. In the end, his silver-amber orbs were cast to the ground. "That's... not really what I meant..." He felt the situation ruined, and knew not how to amend it. If she didn't think he was a little weird in the head now, well... let's hope they didn't find out what it would take.


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