Fenrir Unchained

How likely, to find another so inclined to converse in such an unnatural way. What would come of two wolves, set upon the cold desert, meeting in such hostile conditions. Anger would seize the bruja that saw another in his way, a clash of blood and snow would end the tell. And once more, the ravens and other bottom feeders would surround a dead corpse and feed. Fortunately for both parties, there was a mutual...thought process. It had already been hours into the night, and the two hessians spoke on about nothing. One of them was pitch as the night, but when the moon radiated on it there was a blue to it. Rich and thick, from nares to his whipcord.

Zaiaku found himself in the company of a wolf whose body was intent on death. Muttled black, the roots greying lightly, with patches of grey and white. His frame wasn't much more to look at, his ribs showed lightly, frail and blowing with the wind. A perpetual weight and gravity seemed to pull his crania down, and he spoke in a multitude of maniacal and monotonous tones. But they shared common ground, and though it sounded broken and confusing, both parties understood with clarity. Disputing thoughts were settled with cases made for both, and typically ended with no blood shed. It seemed they would go on for a few more hours, before Svadilfari explained his presence.

Zaiaku knew secrets were kept, there were things his companion intentionally left out. Though, there seemed to be an unvoiced agreement, and in time he would learn. Still, a rare event for him to find another who he could converse with so freely. "The mountains, we'll go there." He had never visit Akiko's sister, but that was the best place for what they needed. "We await my kin first." Svadilfari rose his jowls, the call was eerie and haunting, specific for four pairs of auds.

Between wolves, the howls are unique and come through as a personal song. It could be to request a presence, or to warn of danger. There were different tones for some wolves, some unreachable levels that can be beautiful. What carried on the wind was a haunting melody, some song unlike anything Zai had heard. Svad was every bit the foreigner he was led to believe, and Zaiaku continued to be entertained simply by Svad's presence. It wasn't hard to guess his fate, before him was an ancient hessian with such alike a mind that Zai was sure Svad was his future. "Sometimes, it is an appropriate response to reality to go insane." Rich emeralds fell on the younger bruja. Those stone occulars seemed to be the only fully functioning parts Svadilfari had left, they kept their colour despite the rest of his frame, which seemed to be in a constant state of decay.

"Sanity, and clarity, arise from insanity." Zaiaku replied, and the two shared a smirk. Sitting upon the terra, the silence settled as the pair aimlessly starred at each other, or the infinite sky above. Words were not always needed for a dialogue, and so not but the wind in the trees made a sound. Torn from the thoughts of anything but the present, the ocean and the gemstones wased over the frame of a vix who had come upon them. The relation was seen, if only by associating age, even if it was hard to guess either one of them. Zaiaku let his hues wander, in what could be called youthful vigor. He remained as still as Svad, but where as the elder averted his gaze, Zai watched intently.

"Fair as ever, M'Lady." Zai bow lightly, a charming smirk creasing his jowls. There was something to be said about a wanting fae, so rare to find a vixen who could play with the affairs of the heart. Although, it was clear that her season was now, her actions said as much. "When she thought she couldn't be more alone, the world pulled back another layer of darkness." Svadilfari wheezed out, his voice straining. It was perhaps meaningless, but then Svad rarely recalled his words, let alone the meaning behind them. "Thanasis was not with you." He began to speak more to himself, emeralds downcast and a few muttering words spilled forth. Zaiaku slipped past the future him, and stood before Anastasiya." My dear, does this party get bigger?" Zaiaku poured charm, a switch that he could flick at any time. A howl broke before his next words, once more that eerie tune flew with the wind. Ocean hues flickedbriefly back to Svad, before returning to Ana. "Ah, forgive me, I am Zaiaku." The hessian bowed again, the flirtatious smirk returning.

Symmetry, and the shapes it produced, amongst other pathways. Emerald hues bore into the terra at the rate of fleeing prey, layer upon layer till the heat of the core rose in him. Svadilfari cackled lightly, his form bent and the muttering words were barely above audible. The ancient was separate from the gathering, lost in the abyss of mind. But his body, grounded on earth, still picked up information. No thought strayed, but his frame flinched with the movement and lyrics of the others. Whipcord lashed the cold ground when Zaiaku moved past him, to converse with Ana. Beyond that, the rise of fur was the only indication that Svad was still present.

The pitch hessian let his ocean hues wander over Ana once more, then averting past the fae. Her words brought his attention back, the attention was mutual. Though, much as it was for the joker, he saw only more pleasure. It was a natural drive, any bruja knew as much. His lineage continued in other lands, but still he had yet to spawn devils in FnI. There were more pressing matters, however, and he could take what he pleased in due time. This was a game, a play that the joker could act in with glee. His thoughts vanished at her unanswered question, and he watched two more wolves appear. A mate. Such a curious question to be bothered by, and in a moment he banished all thoughts.

His hues fell on the second drake, much younger than his companion. Oceans studied for something that felt familiar, but he found distraction first. Turning his attention on the three ancient wolves gathered, Svad had not fully explained everything. And he was sure the hessian wouldn't. Svadilfari smirked and raised his crania, occulars falling on Thano's companion first, lingering for a few moments before straying to the other. "The first step to getting somewhere.." A deep cough cut him off, and for a few seconds Svad convulsed. "Is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are." Svad cackled briefly, and then proceeded to scratch his left ear.

"I'll lead you to Muerta, the mountains will hide you best. And Akira is a ruthless leader I hear." It was Zaiaku who spoke, sapphires catching Thanasis. "Blood for Fenrir, Life cannot exist without Death. Thanasis, Anastasiya, he thirsts and these wolves can provide." Svadilfari spoke in their old language, letting his green hues fall on both of them. "In your prints we follow." His last words were directed at Zai, and rose from the terra as though it hurt to part. Zaiaku dismissed the odd language that had come from Svad, and turned his attention once more on the cream coloured hessian, lingering again before shifting away. The midnight pelted bruja began the distant trek to the mountains, barely visible through the falling snow.

What fell was light, each flake a unique shape that would connect with another. And thus the pile would begin, gathering close and hindering the movements of al creatures. Coats weighed heavy, and visions became clouded by the vast white that engulfed each direction. Muerta would hold even more, and this made the blood of the wolves that resided there thick. Under harsh conditions there was no room for failure, death by the cold would be the consequence. Their trek wasn't to be a pleasant stroll, but that would have to be expected. He wondered if, with such great age, the trio might fall halfway into the journey. Just another little adventure gone awry. He had doubts though, no matter their age, there was an ethereal quality to the band. And their offering was saturated with intrigue, if nothing more than a moment of entertainment. Once more the joker would have a laugh.

Crania wavering left to right, emerald hues watched as the others took after Zaiaku. He sat for some time, never averting his gaze, before standing. Svadilfari, perpetually in a bow, begun his crippling trek after his counter parts. His structure defied his true ability, his movements could be as swift and agile as any youth. The lithe frame was capable of contorting in odd directions, and he could strike death with his ivories if such a situation arose. However, and he saw this in that youth Anastasiya kept after. It was much easier to fool a wolf with lyrics, rather than direct action. Regardless, some fools were too ignorant for words, and blood had to be spilled. The blood of the innocent, for the god to be freed. What would follow was to be a period of darkness, but not all would be so inclined. They mattered little, he and his kin would do their duty. And life was to continue.

The midnight hessian, bathed in a light coat of white, smirked when the presence of Ana returned. The woman poured desire, her heat upon her, neither he nor any other could resist the temptation. Perhaps, if the circumstances were different, he might've taken her by now, but there was equal pleasure in simply hunting it seemed. Unfortunately for her, the young hessian wasn't subject to his desires as fiercely as he had in youth. The young hessian behind her, well he could only imagine what that scent was doing. "My desires can be...extensive." His lyrics were soft for her auds only, but filled with play. The hessian only passed a brief glance. "Don't be so eager, my dear, you may regret your words." It was thick with desire, playfully suggesting his own ruthless ways.