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   The chirping of birds was begining to fill the air, all of them waking up. Had the male been able to smile, he might. The loud choir that was almost drowning out his thoughts made him think of the old early bird catches the worm saying. Today Leratus was one such early creature, even if he had no intention of catching anything just yet. Even as he walked, muscles rippling slightly under his dark coat, the male considered just what had brought him here. Usually he prefered to stay in other parts, forests with more space. Yet here he was. Wandering about without a clue as to where he was going. Perhaps the lack of socilization had finally gotten to him. You didn't make friends easy when half your face skin was gone. Okay, not quite half, but enough that his teeth were always exposed and he had difficulty forming words that didn't slurr a bit. Well, as they say, 'Life's tough' and he couldn't agree more with that statement.

   His nostrils flared some as he took a deep breath of the spring air. Mornig was only just ariving, and the temperature was nice and cool. For once he was quite content. That was saying something considering he usually was either off wishing fir some company, or beating the snot out of someone who dare push him past his limit for crap. Even with his typically even temper, Lerato had a breaking point. And some fools never learnedto steer clear of it. Silly fools they were... 

   His ashen orbs trailed over the scenery. There were so many different trees around here. Some pine, a few oak scattered about, and others he didn't care to learn the names of. A yawn clawed it's way out of his throat, flashing his pearly whites so they were even more plain to see. That and the lacking of lips to cover them. Ah, what he might give to be able to say some thing like, 'fern' without the first letter coming out as a barely distinguishable hiss. He hadn't known it before he got into the fight, but apparently lips and all that were quote nessicary in Oder to make your words sound... Like words. Go figure he would lose something so important to his everyday life. Talking was less easy if you were barely understood. Not to mention he lacked the ability to smirk, smile, girmace, bear his fangs, and that much more. The whole idea was putting him in quite the bad mood. Maybe he wasn't as over it all as he would like to be...

   Shaking his antlered cranium, Lerato ceased walking and looked around again, eyeing his surroundings suspiciously. His sensitive Bose caught a whiff of the scent of another wolf. Unfortunatly the wind wasn't enough in his favor to grant him much more information than that. Justthat someone was near. While he did so like to have company, Ler also found others to be a bit too judgey most of the time. Because obviously the one all scarred and crap was the bad one, not the jerk who beat on him. Logic: apparently if anyone used it the world may end. A slightly frustraited sigh eminated from his lungs as he sat down, waiting for whoever this may be to show their face. 

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] Eyelids were at rest, long eyelashes sealing her eyes shut allowing slumber to consume this wolf. It was the first day in a week now that she had slept longer than an hour or two, that devious mind was finally put to rest for a night. A rare occasion when she actually slept through the night, though the insomnia did abruptly ruin the females sleep. Deep sea green eyes squinted as the pupils adjusted to the early morning light, slowly she scanned the area not at all alarmed or in fear for what may be near. Forked tongue gently slid from her leathery lips to scent the air, and sure enough a male lurked nearby. Banshee preferred to use her tongue, for it was more accurate than her nostrils most of the time that is. Large paws gripped the soil, as her elongated legs seemed to unfold underneath the porcelain frame. Placing her front paws forward to allow her hips to become superior to her skull, then returning to her normal posture she inhaled deeply. The cologne of the male did not advance nor get further away therefore the creature had stopped possibly awaiting for the female to arrive. Grinning wickedly she of course could not help but to present herself to the male, since that is what she assumed he wished. The early rays danced across her exotic coat, the buttermilk coloring was lovely contrast against the unusual black markings and stockings. No rush was made to get to the male, Banshee was an elite predator much like a patient mantis. Devouring men was quite addicting and this female was certainly an addict, the grin only grew with her sights falling on the figure. The male sat with a handsome physique, though there was something different about him and Banshee favored the grotesque look. Not one for being shy the lady approached the male slowly, yet with confidence. She was bold, and that is was set her apart from most females. The long legged doll halted just before the male, as her illusive eyes seem to caress his form. "Do forgive me for keeping you waiting." A wink was given as the teasing words left her jaws. The honey tunes were enchanting to the eardrums, though there was a toxic venom that lay within her speech that was as obvious as an ant in a forest. Banshee allowed a smile to slowly unfold, yet it had a bit of a sadistic hint. This male was by far unique in appearance, and favoring this she hoped the same for what lay inside his mind.

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Lerato would have frowned if wolves had brows. The scent of this other wolf was approaching steadily. A sort of slow, but not meandering pace. It only took that much to figure she must have some big britches, walking over with much less caution then most used when they saw him. Maybe that was the face talking, though. It had a tendency to make others leave before he even spotted them. But he couldn't blame them, really. Before it happened, he might have never approached a wolf who looked like this. Oh well. That was how life was, and he sure couldn't go back. His steel colored eyes glanced around, waiting to see when this stranger would appear. He allowed his tongue to slide over his gums, moistening them again. Another thing one needed lips for. To keep your mouth from drying out. Lacking them sort of made talking for very long hard, since his mouth could get all dry. Highly annoying, and often inconvenient.

His colorless eyes fell lightly on the form of this now approaching female. Her build was much like his own, with height being the main factor and weight being a bit lower. Her body was cloaked in a pale sort of golden-cream hue. Easy on one's eyes, and not something that was terribly common either. Her long legs were wrapped in something like liquid shadow. Dark, and moving with easy strides. No denying her beauty. But Lerato wasn't one to get sucked in by the cover. Not without investigating what possibly skeletons and potential threats lie underneath. She might think herself real good at getting the guys, but he was about to show exactly what happened when someone removed part of your face. It took your trust too. He might appear fine, but he usually wasn't, and while the sight of this bold Fae was a welcome one, he didn't dare let her pull him in. Backstabbing seemed to be a common occurrence, and he sure didn't plan on letting his old life replay itself. That would mean he had learned nothing, and that was not true.

As her words slid from her maw, Lerato nearly wished he could let a smile take over his own face. Of course, it was useful to never be able to give a twitch of the lips that may give you away t someone. It was only when he spoke that his true thoughts and feelings could be conveyed to others. Then again, anyone who had half a brain and some time could learn to read him. He just showed things differently, and could be an open book if anyone figured him out. Of course, that required another to give him the time of day, and as of yet that had not happened. Until just now, apparently. Lerato let his eyes smile for him, brightening some, and hoped she'd catch the small change of expression. He found her attitude... amusing. Whatever was going on in her head had to be funny. At least in his opinion. The way she just walked, heck, everything about her spoke of a bold confidence. What would it be like to be able to get off acting like that?

Instead of a good natured smirk, he allowed a small huff to escape his throat. A sort of laugh. She was entertaining so far, but whether or not she would prove to be someone he liked or not was about to be determined. He searched his mind for a potential response. Oh, the dread he had for speaking. Of course he was getting better. Able to form sounds he needed lips for by speaking more from his throat. It was a work in progress to say the least, but he figured he could only get better with time, Why not start now? "No rush. Han't been here long. I' Lerato, and your? What might your name be?" Some of his words fumbled slightly, but he hoped she could comprehend well enough. Some letters needed a whole mouth to form, and while he was better at tackling some, others just didn't work. He gave her his best version of a sort of apologetic look. Not much he could do about it though, was there? Looked like he was just going to have to suffer through and hope she got what he said.

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] The lady continued to gaze upon the male, his scarred face is what truly intrigued her. It was unique and all his own, though how did it happen? This dame was a bit morbid, and therefore could not help but be curious as to what had to happen to cause such a thing. It seemed the male did a lot of observing, and she did too. Taking in the physical strengths and flaws was something this predator did with any creature she came into contact with. Banshee was no fool, and therefore she shifted her weight as her patience continued. Soon the jaws of the male parted, his voice was rough though he spoke slightly broken. It must had been a more recent attack, for he was learning how to manipulate his lips once again. Banshee smirked before she began to speak,"Lerato a pleasure I'm sure, I am Banshee." Her words lathered in a honey dripped poison, as a lovely spell casting tune it held. Banshee was not one to be shy, and would certainly speak her mind if she so wished., "Tell me Lerato what gave you such an exquisite face?" The tunes were tempting, and slightly seducing. This was all natural for this female, not a show put on. Banshee stepped closer to have a better look and became very close to the opposing muzzle. She was one to press the limits of others, unsure of what the males reaction would be she did this. It was like she was experimenting in order to find out about a wolf. She was quite intelligent and would be a lovely being if it wasn't for the darkened soul that thrived within. Banshee stepped back only a step to allow the male room to breath, grinning devilishly as she waited to see the reaction of Lerato. As Banshee waited for him to reply, she listened intently to the area around her. Then her forked tongue slide from her lips, to scent the air and make certain nothing more dangerous than herself lurked near. Focusing back upon the male, she was patient to wait for their replies and actions. Much like any good predator they waited until the right moment to strike, and to do it unsuspected is the perfect way to take down a being.

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   A twisting sensation began in his gut as he watched this female watching him. The way she was looking at him made him feel so on display. It was probably the marread face. Like always. It drew attention the way what underneath never had. But looking at this female with the light greenish eyes he felt she was looking at his face for a whole other reason. Whatever it was had kept her from running away. The only conclucion he drew was that maybe she was even more different from most then the looks suggested. But there was no denyig the factthat he was glad she didn't find him too ugly. His muscles relaxed some, a look that held more contentment in this moment replaced the unsure one. 

   He wanted to tilt his head to the side and outright stare at this curious female. My my, wasn't she the ever bold girl. Always with the forward questions, and rarely caution. It both took him aback and made him want to burst out laughing. He refrained of course, but the entertainment shone clear in his eyes regaurdless. And really, he had to wonder what sort of mind one would need to process his disfigured face and call it... exquisite? Now there was a word that would never register as something to describe his looks in his own mind. Horrid was the most popular adjective as of yet, but he figured that in time he would have a list a mile long. So was the unfair course of life. He could only dig in his claws and hope he didn't get pulled down into oblivion too fast.

   He did his best to think of a way to tell her that would be easiest to actually speak aloud. He wasn't usually in the habit of sharing such things with those he hardly knew, but Lerato figured he may as well tell this wolf. She had asked, and done it in a way that gave him no cause to be exactly offended. So hestoating too long may seem a bit rude. Finally looking in her bright green eyes he answered,"Stuidity. I made de wrong wolf mad. I don't reccomend it. He decided big talk reqired li- Ah, a whole mouth. An why are ya interested?" Lerato frowned at his jerky speech. Some sounds were still hard to produce, but at least he could be understood for the most part.

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] Banshee noticed that Lerato went very quiet, possibly it was due to her questioning of his face. To be honest Banshee did not care what so ever, she was curious and therefore she asked. Not one to care that she is very blunt and very bold, she was not one to be shy. It was useful in a lot of situations though did get this lady into trouble quite often. Banshee was patient indeed, though she was curious as to what could be going through this males head at the moment. Ears alerted to the sound of the broken speech, though she understood clearly what he had meant to say. Smirking lightly she parted her jaws to reply quickly in return. "Because your face is a handsome attribute." Grinning wickedly, she wondered what he would say in reply to this comment. This male went quiet again quickly and this Banshee was not favoring very much, he was not talkative and therefore was not stimulating and part of her mind. "Your Speech is not that horrid, I can understand it just fine do not fear to speak." A slight lethal encouragement. A creature this odd one may not wish to speak much more too, though if the male decided too it would please Banshee much more. Lerato was learning how to manipulate his face once again to speak with ease, and it would come with time. Though it would become quicker if the male practiced speaking more. The lady was fond of Lerato but encouraged him to speak more due to the fact he was lacking the spark she needed to stick around much longer. Shifting her weight her hindquarters lowered to the Earth, waiting patiently for the male to reply or say something in return. Lerato was interesting and that is what had kept the female here, if he wished to keep her around speech was a must. Banshee was not rude about this, but it was just a must for her. Tail wrapped around her body and lay over her front paws, sitting with a regal posture she was a sight to see for sure. As the female became much like a statue she continued to wait for Lerato to speak or reply in some manner.

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While he considered his own looks to be a real piece of work, not to mention far from inviting, he saw something in Banshee that could easily equal what his looks may spark. Her personality wasn't like that of most, and he thought of it as a source of amusement and definitely thought it was to be explored. Her intelligence seemed to not be lacking, and her taste in what was interesting, or as she had just referred to it, 'handsome', was a whole lot different from most. Even Lerato, who lived with it, couldn't yet bring himself to look at this massive scarring as anything good or that it could possibly be good. But that was him, down in the dumps and always taking his time accepting things. Perhaps, even with her odd behavior and very different sort of demeanor, this girl Banshee could be good for him in a few ways. Whether or not they would truly fit together would take time to assess, but so long as she was good company, he had no reason to want her gone just now. His only reply to the still somewhat shocking reply was a muttered, "Uh, I don't know... Neva thought of it lik that."

His steel hued eyes blinked once or twice as she spoke again. She really was so much more at ease with being social than he was. Words just rolled off her tongue at appropriate intervols of time. It was like she knew what to say but moments before he was done speaking and was already replying. In a way he sort of wished he could have that kind of relaxed attitude, and to be able to just talk. It would be so much better then having to search his mind and be sure he had something worth saying lined up before he tried using his damaged mouth. Life would be that much easier if it wasn't. But of course nothing was ever fair of easy, so bothering to wish for it was just seconds out of your day. Maybe he ought just to keep up the talking until he figured it out once more. But boy, it was a pain. He had a habit of getting frustrated with it, and that rarely ended well.

Her tail curled around her and over her paws, and the feeling that she was growing impatient with his lack of talking hit him like an angry moose. An apologetic look flashed over his face, even if it was practically just half of one. He didn't mean to keep her waiting, and she seemed like someone you could have a real engaging conversation with that lasted a while.

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] Banshee could only ponder as to what may be going through Lerato's head at this point in time, she had filled his skull with unusual compliments and intoxicating tunes. A feeling told this female that this male was not one to typically hear such things, and possibly it was throwing him off completely. Uncertain if she was honest or lying, in this case however she was truthful she did favor his scar quite well. While this wolf became lost in his thoughts so would she, though allowing her attention to still be focused on Lerato. He had not been terrible company and actually she wished he would speak more, therefore she would just pipe up. Never one to be bashful or shy so what would she start today? "Speak more Lerato, your speech is refreshing even though broken." The words were complimenting and then harsh as well, though Banshee was honestly trying to encourage the male but since this was not something she did often it was a bit odd in the manner in which it had been stated. Ears though flickered quickly to the sound of his voice, for she did not want to miss such little speech. "Don't you know there are more ways than one to look at something?" Questioning the males wisdom a bit, for this vixen truly did look at things in a whole other perspective and therefore her words usually were not the norm of what others heard. The words were rarely even heard, or she would present them with words they would have never thought. It was a skill she had fabricating, and twisting words and such an art that would only continue to get better. As she sat her eyes gazed into his own and noted an apologetic look as if to ask for forgiveness of his short comings. Smirking at this Banshee replied. "Then speak." As if to give hims an ultimatum to how she would be accepting of such an apologetic look, tilting her delicate skull the wind gently tossed her contrasting coat. While those hypnotic sea green eyes focused on Lerato, patiently waiting for him to speak. No longer irritated though if he did not speak more, she may find that parting would be a much better ending for this male. A fierce temper she could obtain if the situations was right, and not one to have a short fuse this was a bit unusual for this lady. Possibly it was the insomnia bothering her, the mental capacity ready to shut down at any moment due to lack of slumber.

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His mind was blank for the span of a second before he went back into action. Whatever made her fancy him so, it was a huge change from the usual actions of those who met him. Always with the horrified looks, or the snickers, or questions as well. But those stopped after he once lost patience with a wolf. That had been not long after the incident of his scarring, and it left him questioning himself most of the time. He wondered if it could happen again. He only hoped that if he hurt anyone it would be justified and not someone he cared about. Looking at this girl, it hit him how terribly different she was from most everyone he had met. She was not shy, but quite bold and forward, with no hint of any sort of regret for any actions she took. Instead she spoke her mind, forget consequences, she was going to say what she was going to say. That was what amused him the most about her.

Refreshing? Well he certainly never considered it might be that. Broken and often difficult to grasp, yes. But never refreshing. Never something anyone could think of as enjoyable or something they wanted to hear more of. But perhaps the fact that most didn't give him much of a chance had finally gotten to him, and now any sort of acceptance was so foreign and strange to him, it sounded like something that had never once happened in his life. Of course before his less than handsome look he had been liked by most everyone in his pack. Ah, memories of the pack. Time to hide from those in conversation, which would require speaking. But he figured speaking with her would be far more pleasant than with the jerk-weed who ripped his face apart. May as well,"ell then, miss, I guess I can't deny ya, can I?" The 'm' was harder to produce, seeing as it really was for those with lips, much like the 'p' he always failed at and had to avoid at all costs. But, surprisingly he had managed it this time. Perhaps with more practice, he would in fact get better and be able to speak once more with fewer failures.

He sighed and looked at her cautiously, deciding whether or not he really wanted to trust her. Her looks were quite lovely, he would give her that much. But often that which was lovely was also quite deadly and not to be trusted. In nature, those more magnificently colored were often that way to warn you they were also killers. So his question now was whether or not this female was going to be the death of him. Trust wasn't something she would be given simply because she was a lady and had nice looks. With Lerato all must be earned in time, for he had been taken advantage of one too many times, and now he sort of doubted his ability to make real friends. What he had found was that many a wolf in this fallen world was holding onto dark secrets and tortured pasts. It was those wolves who made him what he was. One who would not, and could not accept others without one heck of an internal battle. Staring into those sea green eyes of Banshee, he had his doubts about who he could and couldn't trust, and she wasn't the exception.

Her response to his look was not long awaited and yet another surprise. She really did want him to talk more, didn't she? Well then, he supposed he was going to have to now. He sure didn't have anything better to do now, and so it seemed that this was the best option for him. Why not? You may as well. His own thoughts were what gave him the permission he seeked to begin. He was never the social butterfly, and it was hard to think of what to say, really. She may be quite nicely suited to speaking and socializing with others, but it didn't come naturally to him. "Hm, I don't think ou're giving much choice, are ya? May I ask what rings you here, then? It was a lame attempt at something to say, but on short notice the best he was able to come up with. At least he had tried, though. That much could be said for him. Anyways, he was curious why she had come this way, his own reason being that it was a good place to be alone. At least, it usually was.

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] Banshee knew it would take this male awhile to respond, it seemed that he wanted to make certain of what she had said. It was not a foolish action and that is why Banshee had the patience in waiting for him to reply. Lerato had been an interesting meeting for her, because he was kind and usually her and kindness were not the best of friends. Lerato was different though in his physical appearance and that is what held her curiosity, but it wasn't too long till Lerato's voice filled her ears. It was a playful comment and Banshee spoke quickly after he had finished. "I don't accept declines." Smirking as she finished her reply. It was to taunt and not to be too aggressive though with her venomous lyrics one could not help it. Lerato had went quiet once again thought this time his attention was focused on her figure, he seemed to be mauling over his thoughts again. A very quiet creature which did irritate Banshee slightly but it was not something that would drive her to leave just yet, and especially since he had agreed to speak more than less. "I am plagued by insomnia, therefore I wander trying to find something to amuse my time with." The words were a bit blunt, maybe even harsh but she was honest with the male. "Lerato, were you always so quiet?" Questioning curious as to how he may have been before the scar. Though what Banshee could not understand why wouldn't this male attempt to speak more in order to fix his speech. It was odd. Wondering what his response would be, would he say yes he was more of the observant type rather than the extrovert. Or was he an extrovert, who could speak as quickly as rapids? It was one or the other, and to Banshee she believed maybe it was a happy medium where he sat. Possibly he enjoyed most company but was not one to initiate conversation and meetings. Banshee had never been a shy creature, never one to not speak her mind. This was because point blank she could care less what the world thought about her. She was self assured and therefore needed no other being to tell her otherwise, she was truly confident. Aquatic gaze fell upon Lerato and his lovely scar, waiting for the moment when his lips would part for speech.

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If he had eyebrows they would most likely be raised, much the same as he would have smiled at her response if he could. The expressions of his eyes would have to do, along with the slight chuckle her words evoked. She was quite the interesting wolf, this banshee. She was quite the outgoing lady, and not a hind of fear in that gaze, even as she spoke her bold words. It was amazing how she could get away with acting this way, but of course of all the wolves in the world Lerato was probably never going to be the one who would try and stop her. It wasn't in him to act like that even if he should want to. "And I'd think that was justified or a lady like yaself." His own words had a playful way about them, but none of her somewhat taunting tone. It was just one of the differences he could see between them. But, unlike most, he could deal with being around someone he might not get along perfectly with. Better to do that than start a fight with ever wolf he met, right?

He waited but a second to ponder what she said before musing, "Sounds very inconvenient." She didn't seem to have minded terribly telling him what plagued her, so he didn't think she would think his words horribly offensive. Banshee seemed like the sort of wolf who didn't care a ton what other wolves thought anyways. It was quite interesting. Lerato wasn't usually bothered by much, but this girl, she seemed puzzlingly like someone it would take a ton to shake even slightly. That was, depending on if one could find a trigger. Everyone had one, and he was not ever going to be the exception to that rule. Things set him off all the time, unfortunately. Others seemed to have a knack for making him mad, and it really did get tiring trying to not beat them senseless.

Pulling himself back to their conversation before he was quiet too long, he thought about how to respond to her question. "ell, that is a tricky one." The truth was he had tried blocking out what happened when he had been attacked, but only succeeded in removing little bits of his past. Nothing big, but he had to think about what she asked for a moment before he could grasp at a good answer, "No. Was rather social actually. ut, things change, don't they? Used to e ya couldn't get rid of me. Now, not so much. Though I guess if ya really want me to speak, ya can e the exception for now." His hesitance to give her much of his trust was evident in the way he spoke to her. But wasn't it to be expected that he would have misgivings about others after the way things had been going? He thought so. It wasn't easy to recover from these things, but at least he was trying to. That was the first step.