Gimme your best shot... [Leto]

[Monster]

[shadow=grey,left,300]Fatale Monstrum[/shadow]









The sound of the wind was a joyous thing, and the femme let her lids slip closed for a bit, aquain wings held open wide, gliding on the powerful breeze so conveniently provided. Opening her Emerald orbs, she looked down at the land she was gliding over. She had made it as far as the Plant, and gazed down at it with interest. The large structure interested her, and she let her wings carry her in an arc down, plummeting towards the earth in a blurr of black and aqua fur.

She shifted her wings so that her landing was somewhat smooth, paws hitting the roof of the building with a light thud that was hardly audible. She folded her wings, dome swiveling to look around. There didn't seem to be any other wolves here. A light breeze ruffled her thick ebony fur and she sniffed the air, catching the scent of another wolf now. Just barely. And she couldn't quite tell how far off they were. But she was nothing exceptional and couldn't be expected to have a wonderful sense of smell. She had other talents. Not all she liked, but they well enough counted, didn't they?

Looking down at the surrounding territory, Fatale took a moment to wonder at her surroundings. Beyond the building she was perched on, the forest was in the process of reclaiming what had been taken by humans. Trees were growing in what may have once been pathways that led here and there. One could only just tell that a human city once occupied the space, and it would become less and less distince as time wore on, she knew. Grass was draging itself up where the roads had been, and even from her high perch, the sounds of other animals could still be clearly heard. This town belonged to the creatures now, and humans would not show their faces any time soon. It had been like this as long as she could remember, though she had only visited the plant a few times as a youngster. But she was told of what it used to be, how it looked before nature took back what belonged to it. Now she narrowed her bright green eyes, trying to decide how that was, what roads looked like, and how the structures around her had been before they had started to crumple in on themselves. It was interesting, and she stood there a short while before coming back to reality.

The smell she had caught prior to her attemt and seening the past, had grown stronger. So another wolf was nearby, then? She didn't much care for others of her kind. But then, they hadn't given her much of a reason to ever do such a thing. She turned, standing at the edge of the roof, and lept off. Her legs pushed off in a single, smooth motion, launching her towards the ground below without pause for consideration. She simply knew that she would land as easily as ever, trusting herself the way she could not trust anyone else. Her aqua wings opened some, allowing her to glide down to the ground and hit it without missing a beat. She took up walking almost instantly, looking around for whomever it was that she could tell had gotten so close. She didn't much care for others, yes, and she didn't like to socilize. But she also didn't like strangers who she could not see, and so what concerned her now was finding out who it was that had her attention. Even if she did not like them, she would not want them to remain unknown. Such things were not things Fatale enjoyed. She held a calm air about herself, but inside that could hardly be described as her true self. Yet, she felt safe in the notion that other wolves were not what they seemed either. Everyone had secrets, she knew.

But how to go about this? She could put on any number of masks, deceiving others to believe she was frightened, sad, lonely, or dark and unkind. Underneath, she was different. But that self had long sinse been buriend under a sheet of fear and uncomprehending as to what had gone on in her younger years. The insanity that toyed with her only came into play in certain situations. Right now, she was the master. She held control. But back to her origional thought. How would she be acting today? Fatale decided on one she was most used to playing, the kind of wolf most like her real self. It was easy, and more real than anything else. A steady sort of calmnessfascade washed over her, burrying itself in every detail of her features so that she was almost the definition of said word. Today, she was Fatale, a Fae who upheld quiet strength, and let little get to her. It would work. Most likely best of all the possibilities. She folded her large, feathered wings, not needing them at the moment. They could only get in her way just yet. She sat down, looking around, but not too hard. She would wait for the wolf to approach. She could tell they were close by...

[leto]

It wasn't like him to stay in one place at one time for any amount of time. Staying someplace meant he felt a certain attraction or bondage to a place and he refused to allow himself such trivial things. His whole life had revolved around moving onto the next thing, never allowing himself to fall prey to the normalcy of wolf life. His birth he had turned away from sibling bonding and turned, instead, to the path of a warrior, putting himself against larger, stronger and older wolves than himself just to prove that he could do it, no matter his age, strength or experience. Even then he didn't stick with it. Once he learned all he could from the warriors of his pack, he turned to the second thing that interested him about the softness of the wolf mind, manipulation. There had been one wolf in the pack that had always been preyed upon by the other pack members, the omega. He had been born with a deformity of his back leg that forced him with a limp and because of it, the rest of the pack made sure to teach him his rank. The poor male had been filled with hatred since the day he had born and was constantly seen mumbling angrily to himself and staying close to the shadows. Diablo convinced the male to become friends with him and finally, the Omega admitted his deepest, darkest secret to him. Four years ago, he had come across a rogue pack who had promised the Omega power beyond his imagination if he could give them access to the pack. The poor male, preyed upon since birth, jumped at the opportunity to change his life, no matter the consequences. He told Diablo that three nights from then, he would sneak the rogue pack in and everyone would be at their own mercy.

Any normal wolf would have gone straight to the Alphas and told of the Omega's treachery but Diablo had his own plans. He was ready to move on. He was ready for a new challenge and he was sick of his old life. He allowed the male's treacherous plan to play out and listened to his pack's screams of pain as he left the valley far behind him. Since then, he moved from one place to the next, learning the skills that made him who he is today. Cunning, manipulative, seductive, and dark are just a few of the personalities many can pinpoint instantly but there is a lot more to him than that. He learned how to deceive through lies and charm. Many fall prey to his charm and seemingly aura that seems to just drawn their attention to him. It became a mild obsession to play with the emotions and minds of those he hooks. He also found it highly amusing when he abruptly left them, with their hearts broken and spirits reduced to nothing more than a scrap of their old selves.

This place, this place that still reeked of human mingling, was one of the few places he managed to stay a few days, mainly because the food supply was well stocked and the water supply was fresh and clean. It was hard to find that anywhere outside these territories. Besides, this place and most of the surrounding territories still smelled unexplored. Very few actual wolf scents had met his nose which gave him the sense of privacy he enjoyed.

However, as he came along the side of a building along a staircase rusted with age, the scent of another wolf, one close by, met his nose and he stopped in his tracks, the stairway squeaking under his weight. This was unexpected. The wind had shifted against him, blowing her scent towards him. Earlier today, he might have turned and walked in the other direction, enjoying his solitude but he had to remind himself that he hadn't seen others of his kind for awhile. A little socialization might do him some good.

He moved a little ways further along the stairway and when he spotted her, he smirked, jumping up so his front legs were dangling off the side as he leaned over the edge to look at her. "You look like you're waiting for someone." he mused with a sparkle of humor in his voice, his white, pearl colored eyes eerily watching her. Some mistook him for being blind but don't be quick to judge. He could see just as well as any other wolf. He just enjoyed the second glance most gave him. It wasn't everyday one came across a wolf with white eyes that seemed to look into your very soul.

[Monster]

   Huh. As she sat there, watching, waiting for something she didn't know, fatale got an annoying feeling. Just before she heard the voice, she felt that the brute had seen her first. And she so liked to be the one who did that. The one who saw first had a head start in what Fatale deemed a very important part. The part where one sees the other and gets a chance to see who it is they've met up with, sizing each other up and whatnot. Her ears laid back a moment, displaying her annoyance at this.

   But even if he had not noticed her before she did him, she was still predisposed to not liking males. She backed it up with darn good reason too. Now she brought her attention back tot the moment at hand. What to do? She could act like others would expect her to. She could whirl and face him, playing at not having noticed him. It would have been an action expected by many in the situation. But Fatale Monstrum was not one to act like it was thought that she would. Just for the sake of random rebellion she would not move until she saw fit.

   Perhaps her reaction could be veiwed as petty. Pft, let one think as they wished, but reguardless she was going to act how she felt. And now, at this moment, she felt annoyed by this. First he saw her before she him, and then those words. Words were another thing that bothered her. Mainly because something so small that held such power was dangerous. Then, she herself was taught by her brother to manipulate words effectivly. Like she would make the mistake of listening to something that one had said ever again. Back to the wolf at hand. What he uttered both amused and irritated her. It was most likely the tone. So typical. The way he sounded had made her first reaction more outward. She let a small curse fly from her lips, though it was just barely audible it was there.

   Finally she decided she was finished being annoyed without due reason and turned, wings reflexivly attempting to open, but she held them closed, green eyes searching for this other wolf. When they landed on him, she took the opportunity to ignore what he had said and take in who it was she was encountering now. The crimson and ebony shades that cascaded over his coat had a nice contrast, and she noted the horns he had, deadly weopans Fatale had never trusted. She didn't bother to stand, but looked at him from her distance, for once the creature on the ground who had to look up at the other. She wondered what his plan was to get down. Or did he have one? Simply walk down the rest of those precarious stairs, or some other option that eluded her right now? No matter. Whatever the answer to her question, she would be interested to find out all the same.

   Now that she felt like answering, how to open? It seemed like she ought to be saying something in response. But just what it might be kept itself from her as of yet. She took on the expression of one who is considering all angles, trying to determine the best one. She hardly bothered hiding this. Why should she? Only certain things were ment to be kept hidden from others. Finally she had it, a response both unexpected and entertaining. She voiced it in a clear tone, looking at the male with more of an inquisitive look than the previously annoyed one, "Adversus solem ne loquitor. But of course I was. What would one expect when I encounter someone new?" Her voice was thick with sarcasm for the first words, spoken in her prefered language. It easily changed to something indistinguishable for the rest, while she watched him, wondering about how this might go and holding onto her calm fascade.   

[leto]

She had clearly not meant for him to see her irritation as she quickly hid it behind a mask of aloofness, but he had, in fact, seen it and the sudden need to hide her irritation only made the smirk on his face widen. At least he hadn't found a female who had a 'damsel in distress' complex. Then he'd be the one hiding his irritation. He chuckled and jumped down from the railing, his claws clicking against the rusted metal of the squeaking stairs. He had merely gotten onto the stairway as a way to look out over the territory, to see what he was up against and hadn't predicted when it would end. Luckily for him, it ended a little ways down the building and he was able to leap down, a few stairs at a time till he hit the ground, his tail up, as he walked towards her.

At first glance, he thought she was about the same height as himself but as he got closer, he realized he almost towered over the female. He wasn't considering her small, he just knew that his breed of wolves from his family pack had been a lot larger than normal wolves. "Ah but you didn't not venture the idea that I would even at all show myself to you. Quite sure of yourself aren't you? I could have just as simply seen you, lost interest and moved off. Consider yourself lucky that I gave you half the mind to pester you or you would be sitting here alone, in this position for hours, looking like nothing more than a fool." He gave her a half smile, a smile half between cocky and dark. His white, pupil less eyes gazed through her as though seeing into her very soul. He gave her the once over before sitting down, just out of paw reach before her, wrapping his grey and black tail around his paws.

"The name's Diablo and no, I do not belong to a pack and no, I do not see myself staying. I'm merely passing through and I just so happen feel the need to socialize before taking off once more." He gave her a knowing look, knowing full well, just from her forward attitude, that she would give him the entertainment he desired.

[Monster]

The Fae tilted her ebony head to the side some, watching this male. Something about him irked her. Not the usual way either. Normally it was tollerable and she could simply remove such a feeling. But this, she was annoyed in a way that was both tolerable and a nusience. It required attention she did not want to give to it, and that seemed to be the worst of it. Of course, most other wolves annoyed Fatale. She just got over it. Maybe not this time. He really had her with that smirk and the chuckle that made her want to wipe the smirk off his maw with whatever it took. Woah. She paused her thoughts, taking a moment to organize herself. Perhaps it was just an off day, one of the ones where her insanity lay a hair trigger away, just asking for some nonsensical idiot like this to make her explode. And she would, too. But all it took was a second to calm herself and remember that no matter how irksome he became, it wasn't like she had to listen. 

   When he approached, she noted with disatisfaction  that he was taller then her, his build better put together. Normally she could count for rather tall, but his height both surprised her and made her weary. She was a fighter by blood, always would be, but the obvious advantage he held over her was unnerving. She sighed softly. She still had some things in her favor. A skill she had picked up; always knowing that there is a way for anyone to win any fight if they look around and stay aware. So she would, even if this male had managed to catch her on a bad day, she was capable. 

The words out of his mouth acted like kindeling to a spark. It bred flames within her. His tough talk could just as easily be countered. She let her circumspect nature keep her from gettig out of hand. It wouldn't do to leap at one she only just met. Even if he was annoying and the world may as well be better off without him. Gah, that was thought fit for her brother, and Ale had no desire to act like the monster he turned out to be. But ones like her seemed to attract trouble, and here it was, making smart-ass comments to her and not seeming to see he was on the edge of something volitile. Oh well. If he made her screw up it was his own fault.

As for her reason for waiting, though Fatale drew in trouble, she had a way with luck. Best be left at the fact that she wasn't too greatly surprised by his appearance, sure. Though the comment he made about it pissed her off no less. Still... She listened as he actually took the time to introduce himself. What was this? First he acted as if he just as easily would have moved on, and then decided to stick around for now? It nearly got her to roll her eyes and give her own smirk, although it admittedly would be more of a scoffing and amused sort than his snarky one that still was annoying. Honestly, she was not capable of having a nice, calm day. Even after her flight she couldn't get to relax. Of course, she could always take off, but where was the fun in that? She had plently of witty retorts waiting to be used, supposing she bothered trying. He had some angle, playing some game like all the others. The funny thing was few recognized she was also playing, but had yet to figure out where she fit in for now. The place as an observer was fine for now, anyways.

When he started in about himself she actually managed a small laugh. It wasn't often that Ale laughed, even at things she found hilarious. But this, this was freakin great. He 'felt the need to socilize'? She let herself give a controlled smile, looking at this audacious Wolf, one who ticked her off, flaped his gums and somehow managed to make her laugh at something not intended as funny. Something was terribly wrong with her. Well, besides the fact that she was crazy, and she was only rarely affected by that little fact. She could feel a smart quip working it's way through her mind, even as she was letting her strange mix of feelings settle. She did have time to recognize something she had not noticed before. He gave her an odd feeling. Like he was somehow a charmer she might be capable of liking, but the feeling was mild. Maybe it was he mental distance she maintained, keeping her away from others as much as possible. If she couldn't get close to them, maybe she wouldn't hurt them. Not that the philosophy had worked much for her.

His name sounded like it was of another tounge. Some language she couldn't place. But the meaning registered in her mind. To her, it sounded better when one said, 'Diabolus', but that was just her. It meant the same thing. Sounded like a warning the way her own name did. Her emerald eyes met his ivory ones. Others might be disturbed by it, but she was used to strange and disturbing. She grew up with it, didn't she? Even she had ghosts that haunted her mind. Madness was just one of the things she aquired from her early life. And didn't that leave her well off? Now she was sitting here next to the smart one who she couldn't decide if she hated or not and her lightning fast thoughts kept tangeling up and getting her off track. Someday maybe she would have the chance to chill out for a while. 

It hadn't been too long since he quit his talking and she allowed another second to collect her thoughts and form scentences that might make sense. She had a habit of getting mixed up and such. Her tone when she spoke let her amusment and irritation mix together in a new and bitter way, still, she managed not to act entirly like she was bothered by him. Once she sorted her mind out the rest of the way she might be able to get over it all the way, "Ah, but the fool is the dunce who cares to think that I am interested in what he says. What makes you think such a thing? You belive yourself to have this all thought out, but I assure you I would know if you had chosen to not come. Do you really think my sense of smell is so poor? Or does your head just look pretty?" She paused, considering him and whether or not she felt like keeping this conversation going. It was sure to turn out interesting. At least, she guessed she would at least be engaged while the insults flew. Heck, why not? She hadn't had anything planed for this day as it was, "My name is Fatale Monstrum. I have no family nor pack either. Not that I expect you to care, but I'll be curtious all the same, I supose. And I'm an aviator, so you don't need to go thinking that I myself stay and one place long." She looked at him sideways, trying to determine if she was amused with this, or had simply been in need of some conversation. Even if it was somewhat hostile in tone. Ale was just edgey when it came to those she did not know. 

[leto]

Well this was definitely a change of pace. He couldn't erase the smile from his face as he watched her, completely entertained by her. Usually her sense of hostility towards him would have made him loose interest and walk away, not bothering to even speak his name but there was something about how this female produced her irritation. It was as if she holding a front so to not show him her true self and it only intrigued him further, wanting to know what was underneath her 'tough' exterior. He could possibly find himself hanging around this female longer than he had originally intended which, in short, could provide him with some problems but Diablo hardly looked to the future. His motto was that he'd deal with what came when it came, now was the time to enjoy.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Fatale." he said, bowing his head in a rather old century gentleman's fashion and flashing her a charming smile, his white eyes displaying a flicker of playfulness. "Why would you think I didn't care whether or not you were in a pack? Being a loner gives me a better chance of hanging around you then if you belonged to a pack or someone else." There was a sense of flirting at the end of his sentence but he quickly changed his tone as he spoke again, letting her think whatever about his words. "Perhaps you could show me all the best loner haunts?" he asked her, coming to stand once more on his feet. "I am rather hungry. You have to, at least, know a few good hunting grounds."

[Monster]

   At his response, she couldn't help but feel amused. Of course that might matter to him. But really, if she had a stronger feeling that it wasn't his buisness, she wouldn't have answered. So then it seemed she was going to give him a chance. What on the earth may posess her to do so was unfathomable, but none the less she felt engaged here. No good reason to go and end it without thorough investigation. And whatever it was she thought of Demonio, it didn't look like he had any urge to get up and leave. So it was official. The damaged monster would see what this stranger was up to. However weary she was, Ale was also curious. A good balance at times, when one did not over power the other.

   How nice It may be to meet him, was another story. The only thing under her outer layers was a damaged creature fighting against a powerful inner demon. And it loved to ruin her life, the insanity growing within. But those may as well be thoughts for another day, one when she was not busy focusing on this male who was the first to express interest in her for some time. Not that she had been chatting it up with random strangers a whole lot recently. Actually, she had never done such a thing.

And the way he bowed his head to her, that was interesting. She found the traces of a flirtacious tone entertaining, but it garnered no mutual feeling. Warming up to a new wolf was the first step, then she could really get into talking to them. Of course she did not trust him very much either. Did not trust anyone. He could earn that. She made others work for it. That was one of her reasonsfor not joining a pack. It required her to trust her fellow pack mates and their leader. That... Was not going to be happening soon, for sure. Regaurdless of the issues, she did want to at least sort of get to know Demonio before really judging him. 

Sure, she did know where many a good place to stay was at. But would she share? Hah, not too likely, that. Some of the areas she liked to stay were special to her alone, and so the question was what to say. Hidden places were her specialty, seeing as she didn't often go up to other wolves. She took on a thoughtful look as she weighed her ideas and what to do.

The next part caught her off guard. Food. So that was what she had neglected today. But, wait. Perhaps that was one of the reasons for her flight here. To hunt. Most likely. Her reasons for things sometimes became lost on even her. Oh well. Right now it was required of her to focus a little more on the situation that was going on now.

   A calculated look took over as she considered it all. She might know plenty of places to hunt, but it did not mean she wanted to share. But curiosity was the only inclination she lreally needed. Ale would find out more about him. But she had to have him stick around first, "True. I've lived as a loner for a while, and there are hundreds of places to stay if your any good at looking. But my real reason for coming here was to hunt anyways. I suppose I could do with the help. Just keep up." a smirk flickered over her maw as she finished speaking, giving him one last glance before she rose. Something was off about him in her mind. Then again, she herself was no prize. 

   Her long, sturdy legs struck the ground as she got up, using little effort in the simple movement. She didn't weigh a whole lot anyways. Sometimes she forgot to get meals in the morning, one of the few things that she might like about pack life. But either way, she rarely waisted energy in unessicary manners. So was Demonio going to be nessicary? A question she would have to think over hard.

   Moving at an easy pace, she walked towards him, as if to approach. A mischevious gleam was in her eyes, though. A few feet away she suddenly took a leap, wings extending and catching a breeze, she shot over him and past. She only had to glide a dozen or so yards before she had reached the spot she needed to. The ebony and aqua Fae dropped down inches away from a mouse who had dared to come out of hiding, and she snatched it up in a fluid motion, grin taking over her maw as she turned back. The aviator was not only one of secrets and attitude. She put all her skills to good use when hunting. Not too bad at it either. This small creature was just a demonstration. Normally she would go for something bigger, but this would do till she got moving. Ale turned towards the area it had come from, becoming Demonio to come with. She could always use a hunting partner, even if she wasn't totally sure what she thought about him.