it's a B E A U T I F U L day [P; Monster]

[K A T A L Y S T]

It was a beautiful day, a day that makes most wolves grin and wander around in search of something to do to make them enjoy the weather. The sky was bright blue with fluffy white clouds streaking their way across the sky. A gentle breeze ruffled the thick, red tinted pelt of Roux Le Feu. The young wolf, who was two months past her first birthday, was searching for a place to stay. For about two weeks, she had been wandering in these lands with her only surviving family member, Clerval. The gentle wolf had begged her to join a pack with him, but she had so far declined. The two were practically connected at the hip, except for right now. Clerval was hunting while she was searching for a place to sleep for the night.


A small sigh escaped through her parted lips, whistling lightly through her blood-stained teeth. It seemed as if she was approaching yet another beach. How much water does this land have? she thought to herself, her white-tipped tail raised high like a flag behind her. Well, at least this place might provide her with some water. Clerval would at least appreciate that. She carefully began to make her way down towards the water. It was very rocky, which made Roux grumble a few hateful French curse words under her breath. One rock, colored a deep onyx black, made the young wolf slip a bit, nearly hitting herself on another rock. Thankfully, she caught herself and only muttered under her breath. This was unacceptable, there was no way that Roux would let Clerval stay here.


Finally, Roux slid into the water, her front paws going first and then the rest of her. The blue water was rather chilly, still warming up from the winter that had recently passed. Or perhaps Roux was just sensitive. She raised her head lightly, her shiny black nose rising in the air so she could breathe with ease. Her bright green eyes scanned the area quickly before she padded out a bit. Beneath the surface, her white-stained paws worked hard to move her light body slowly out, though when she could no longer feel the ground beneath her, she turned back. In moments, she was already at the shore. Goodness, this place is terrible, she thought as she began to push herself up onto one of the many black rocks surrounding the area. That's when she felt something brush against her leg.


A loud whelp escaped her throat as she pushed herself up on the rocks. Instantly, she felt the slipperiness beneath her and she instantly slipped. Her paws collapsed underneath her and she fell, slipping back into the water as she scraped a cut in her shoulder on the edge of a rock. The slippery creature that had rubbed against hr was now gone, but she let out a surprisingly loud whine as the salt water entered her fresh wound. The young wolf dipped beneath the surface of the water, taking in some of the ocean water. The taste made her push off of the bottom of the ground, spitting it out as soon as she could. Oh, I've got to get out of here! she told herself mentally, pushing herself to the rocks once more as she tried to ignore the burning pain in her shoulder. Picking a different spot, she pushed herself to the land, keeping her ground and quickly finding solid ground. With tiny whines escaping her parted black lips, she collapsed to the ground with a grunt. Just rest, she thought.


"speech"

[Monster]

Dark brown legs pounded down on the ground like lighting, striking with much force, not to be stopped by any creature alive. None that he knew, at least. The colorless grey eyes scanned the area, searching for potential threats. Such was the live he lived. Never was this wolf one to trust others easily, and today would not be the exception. Finally, after much careful scanning, because there was no one around he allowed himself to relax more. Not something he did often, and he wasn't planning on taking it up as a permanent habit. But the weather was nice for a change and Lerato figured he may as well make the best of it. Why not enjoy a beautiful day such as this? He thought it may be foolish to go around hiding from the sun. The air was fresh, grass a wonderful green from recent rains. Life was good.

His three tails waved back and forth in perfect usition, the whole body of this large male having a wonderful connection. Balanced, that was the word. A contented sigh released itself from his lungs, and he was for now the absolute picture of serenity. It was always good to take a minute and just be. Be relaxed, be yourself, whatever. His striped legs lade quick work of carrying him over the ground. He hardly noticed the change made from grass to sand. Sand was a pain to walk in sometimes, but he hardly worried about it. Finally He paused, looking at the water that was lapping at the shore. He hardly ever bothered to visit the water. Land, that he like much more then the seemingly bottomless ocean. In a way he found it kind of frightening. But then again, some wolves found him frightening.

His posture changed suddenly at the sound of splashing in the water not too far off. Was someone really going for a swim just now? Personally supposing he did fancy going in the water, he would wait until summer when getting the saltiness on your coat was worth it compared to being too hot. But even then he doubted he would swim. Heavy antlers and a liking for the land kept him from the beach and his swimming skills weren't exactly wonderful. Maybe he would not drown at best. Who knew, maybe he was better than he thought, but it didn't exactly matter either way, now did it?

Of course, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud yelp. What had happened? Instantly his ears turned towards the source of this sound and before his brain could make a decision his heart commanded his legs to go to whoever it was. One of these days his niceness was going to end badly. Or, it already had, actually. Hence the torn up face. Lucky him it hadn't been his throat, and he had recently been learning to speak properly once more. It was a pain, and often his words missed letters that he could not produce without lips. It only took a minute or so to reach the other wolf, climbing over the scattered rocks posing him no real problem. Standing up on one of the larger black rocks, he looked down at the smaller rust hued wolf.

Gah, he must look like some horrible creature from hell. He refused to look at water, for fear of what his grotesque reflection might look like, so Lerato hadn't a clue what his face looked like now. He figured it must be pretty bad, seeing as few others stuck around when they caught sight of him. This wolf wasn't all different like he was, either. She had rather normal coloring, and no mutations he could see. The poor girl had obviously injured herself somehow, too. He could see a bit of brighter scarlet bit coloring her fur on one shoulder. The idea of speaking to her popped into his head and was met by a feeling of dread. This was the part he truly hated. Looks were always something considered first when you meet someone, and he wasn't exactly something from your happy dreams.

He sighed, shaking his antler adorned head slightly. Well, here goes nothing. May as well before she notices you He took a few cautious steps forward, to where he could be better seen. Unfortunately giving any sort of reassuring expression or, any true expression at all was a challenge, and nearly impossible for him. It was just his eyes that could show clear emotion, but whether or not someone saw it was the problem. Oh well. No sense in taking all day, "Are you okay? Need-" He broke off suddenly, realizing that the word help required a 'p', which he still hadn't figured out how to say. Oh, the pains of his stupid life. Would it never stop?







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Tagged: KAT!
Notes: Lawl, he's all, 'oh, help me this sucks .-.'
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[K A T A L Y S T]

The searing pain in Roux's shoulder didn't cease. Apparently, salt wasn't good in wounds. Giving a little grunt, she raised her head to glance at her wound, which wasn't gushing blood, but releasing the crimson liquid regardless. Great, Clerval's gunna love this, she thought, her pink tongue slipping out of her mouth to lick her wound. The metallic taste of blood instantly struck her taste buds, but she ignored it and kept grooming it, removing the dried blood already caking the edges of the opening. "Are you okay? Need -" A voice filled the air, making Roux's hackles rise as she pricked her ears. As a defense mechanism, she instantly pushed herself off the ground, the pain from the wound slowly fading. However, she would probably play it off like it hurt oh-so-badly for at least another day or so. She was too dramatic to let it go just like that.

She quickly got to her paws, staggering a bit as she attempted to look more wounded than she really was. Her hackles rose, as did her white-tipped tail. The taste of salt water was still on her tongue, along with the gross taste of blood. Roux narrowed her bright green eyes, realizing she didn't understand a word that the other wolf had just spoken. She did, however, notice that his face was very grotesque, as were the scars that covered his legs alongside the black stripes. Along his eyes were long scars, just under his set of black antlers. Though his pelt was a quite average color, he had three tails and his muzzle... Scars surrounded his muzzle everywhere. The skin that used to cover his teeth was removed, showing Roux the fangs that looked prepared to rip through anyone's fur. Swallowing, she couldn't decide whether she should be scared or keep her tough demeanor.

"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas avec votre visage?" she asked quietly, though her voice had a hint of dominance laying beneath the surface. Little did the other know, she had problems with her speech as well, just in a different way. Roux could not understand many English words. French is what she had grown up to know and, though she had encountered many English wolves with her brother and he had picked up much of their language, Roux was stuck in her ways that French would always be her language. Clerval had tried so many times to teach her English, but she had only refused and told him she wouldn't listen. Quickly, Roux's bright green eyes looked over his scars once more, glancing over his antlers and tails. They just didn't have wolves like these in Quebec...

"speech"

{{ O O C :: Wow, fail post. xD The translation for her sentence would be "What's wrong with your face?" ... She's very blunt. xD }}

[Monster]

  He nearly flinched himself thinking how she was bound to have salt in that cut. He only ever felt that pain once in his life, but he knew it wasn't pleasent, and he empathized with this female. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he did care. He felt, that much had never been broken. And right now he wished that he could help this wolf, whoever she was. But his presence seemed to startle her some. Again. It always happened at first when he met someone. But whether or not they left would be determined in time. This was one of his least favorite things, that waiting game where he had to just sit and hope the other could look past his face and not do anything like leave. It left him hollow at times. That place where he should have the memory of many conversations, where he held the memorable encounters with other wolves was clearly lacking. Most of those he met were a blurr, and he couldn't even really remember very many faces. Of course those who stuck around; they were burned into his mind forever. Would this stranger be one of them?

Grey eyes observed as she got to her feet, stumbling some as she rose. He wasn't sure she was really too badly hurt, but seeing as he doubted she would let him check her wound, he would assume she was. In that case maybe she ought to take care of that... After all, injuries only left you the worse for ware and make your life suck. He would know. Not long after the incident where he became the scarred beast he was now, he had suffered from a loss of blood. That, and healing was a special kind of pain. Made eating something he didn't like much, something no one should have to go through. But he doubted her cut was really going to affect her much. He might feel bad fir her, but he knew better than to make mountains out of mole hills.

He glanced away from her for a minute, holding his crown high and looking out to the water again. It was nice to look at, even if swimming wasn't his thing at all. It was deep and dark and had many sides to it. It was complex, much like wolves, with their different backgrounds and personalities. Stories only the owners could know. Looking back to the injured wolf, he saw her looking at him. Studying him. Well, it was better than running like he was some sort of murderer, so he'd take it. He took a moment to look at her again. Even if her coat lacked terribly different markings, her bright green eys were stunning in their own way. He much prefered bright eyes to his own colorless ones. He found his own colors quite dull, even if they were different. Maybe he didn't want to be so different. Sometimes he thought that, at least.

A sort of frown crossed his face as she spoke words that were totally foreign to him. If was like tryig to speak to a butterfly; basically impossible. Heck, he doubted butterflies spoke anyways. Watching this strange wold with a mild amusement, the muscles that would have moved his lips tried moving slightly, which would have produced a smile supposing he still had lips. Now if only succeded in sort of moving the skin near his gums a tad. It was hardly noticeable and more frustraiting than anything he had ever experienced. What good was a face if you couldn't truly communicate with it? True, he had met one wolf who encouraged his attempts at speech. But that was not the case with everyone and he didn't really trust anyone to care either. He growled slightly in annoyance at his predicament, a nearly inaudible sound that reflected his aggrivated misery.

The one word she produced that he had any comprehension of was the last one. He had heard many conversations in his lifetime and he felt certain he knew that word. Ah yes. The only thing that made sense of course. Face. She would ask about it. Heck, most eventually did once they were sure he wouldn't hurt them over it. Which he wouldn't. He wasn't like the one who tore him up. Not at all. He might not like anyone who judged him in ten seconds because of his face, but it didn't mean he was cruel. In a single leap he was perched on a rock a couple feet closer to her, looking with curiosity, but usuaing a neutral posture. He didn't plan on showing any dominance over her, but he wasn't a push over either. With a sort of shrug he spoke again, "I as dumb... Why are you here?" He really doubted she would get his worded question, but maybe his own attempt at a questioning look would help her get it. Or not, how could he know? 






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[K A T A L Y S T]

The thought of Quebec, which came to her while she was staring at the other wolf, brought Roux bittersweet memories, both good and bad. The strongest one was of her mother. The young red wolf, then only about four months old, had tried her hardest to tend to her mother's illness. It was the most Roux had ever cared so much for a living being aside from Clerval. She remembered the gentle breeze as Roux stared down into her mother's glazed eyes. Slowly, the French beauty had leaned down and licked her mother's cheek ever so lightly. Clerval had been at her side, his fur brushing against hers, with their father standing across from her. Each of them did the same, and Roux's mother managed a gentle smile before the last breath escaped her barely parted lips. She then rested still and the first tears escaped Roux's eyes.

But, there were good memories in Quebec, as well. Once, before the death of her mother, Roux was out with Clerval. The two young puppies were alone, grinning and goofing off like silly idiots. Without the pressure of the watchful eyes of their parents, they seemed to be enjoying themselves very much. Clerval was crossing the path when something long caught their eye. Quickly, Roux spotted it, alerting Clerval quickly. Her brother hadn't taken the same caution she had and merely brushed it off, telling her to relax. She knew to listen to Clerval, as he had never steered her in the wrong direction and was usually right. Sighing, Roux took a step back, but when she looked to Clerval, he had disappeared. Her stunningly bright green eyes turned to scold her brother, but he was dancing around the creature, a snake. Grinning, Roux took a turn to join in, their tails wagging and their voices rising as they laughed. However, one step too close and Clerval was bitten, causing them to leave early to go back to their parents.

Maybe her memories in Quebec were bitter. They all seemed to end entirely too quickly. Most of the good times she had with Clerval ended in something bad. Sighing, Roux realized she was still staring towards the other wolf's muzzle. Though she knew it was very disrespectful, she didn't look away, and her gaze only moved up to his nearly colorless eyes as she heard him speak. Her attention, however, was drawn back to his muzzle when he attempted to... what was he doing? His skin began to twist and turn, though it didn't appear to be doing anything in particular. Was he trying to smile? Frown? Roux had no clue and she only raised an eyebrow. Clerval would highly disapprove of the respect she lacked to give this battle-scarred male.

Words began to flow from his mouth. However, the French wolf had no clue what it was he was saying, so she didn't get a chance to hear the way his speech was so demented. Clerval might have understood. Roux might have understood if she hadn't been so stubborn. Of course, she could still ask Clerval to teach her the strange language, but as of now it was so irritating to not understand - to not be understood. Rolling her bright green eyes, she let out a grunt. When her eyes returned to him though, she saw his questioning look. Did he want to know her name? Perhaps why she was here? "Pourquoi est-il tout de votre entreprise? Ne m'interrogez pas." she told him, raising her nose a bit.

"speech"

{{ O O C :: Translation - Why is it any of your business? Don't question me. }}