This Is Real [Kai]

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Taydin wasn't a warm weathered wolf. He had known this from when he was a pup, wandering through the dark, cooler woodland forests at early, ungodly hours of the morning. He had never been fond of snow, but he was also not fond of the desert. It was the calm, cool temperatures and auras of the forest that drew him in. Darkness was something that he relished, and quiet was his best friend.

The tall male's long legs strode through the underbrush, the pads of his feet pressing soft little imprints into the dirt below him. It was moist and rich, and the new area brought memories of home flooding back to him. His ghostly figurine was a bit of a stand-out in the forest here, but he tried to blend himself in by slinking up next to the tree trunks. Either way, if someone were to come by and make a fuss with him, he knew strategy upon strategy from his years of fighting with Kade and then watching his father Xecir kill their father's brother, his uncle, Tempest. The blood that stained the poppy field would forever be stained upon the back of Taydin's eyelids, but it was something he didn't lose sleep over. He wanted to go out with a bang, just like his father had. But he had to build relationships first, and this new land seemed promising.

He wondered where his eclectic brother Kade had gone. The two were similar in mindset, but appearance-wise couldn't be different. While Taydin was ghostly white with only a touch of gray here and there, Kade was black as night, minus the bleached blond mane of spiked hair on the top of his head that fell in front of his electric blue eyes. And while Taydin was long and lean and much taller than his brother, Kade was a stocky little wall full of fire power.

Taydin sighed, and knew he might never see his brother again, but he hoped to God he would. As he kept to his thoughts, the forest began opening up around him, into a vast sea of trees.

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[bg=6A8394] Oni never favored the shadows. She saw them and sometimes took them as her cloak, but they never were truly a part of her. Despite her old Clan's best efforts, she remained a free spirit in the ways of the darker aspects of Ruu. Many saw this as a handicap, she saw it as a freedom; one less thing weighing her down. Characteristically, she twisted in the air, her wings forming a connected s-shape as she corkscrewed through the air channels around the higher mountains. Her lungs had long-since adapted to the thin air in this atmosphere, as had Spyder's. The peregrine falcon screeched, the high note reverberating off the mountain walls. The note always sent a wave of adrenaline through her thin blood, and she shook the feathered fur on her back and let out a call of her own in a frenzy. She called to Spy, For the Wind Children! Spy reciprocated, sporting a cheery and upbeat demeanor. For the Wind Children. They danced between the airy clouds; two parts of the same whole. She unleashed a chuckle, eyes alighting on a form in the distance. She called to Spyder, Come, brother, as she tucked her wings in close to her body. She neared the ground and pulled out one of her wings so as to slowly circle down to the ground. Spyder, being a winged being of a much lighter composition, dove down without a slow descent, and so greeted the traveler a good 10 seconds before she did by shaking the fur on the obviously-wolf's head with the wind from his wings. To her clan, this was a friendly greeting, translated loosely as, 'let your travels go swift as the wind.' Because her companion had already greeted him, she decided to only fly past him a few trees to his right and alight on a tree branch only a few tail-lengths from his head. "Greetings, traveler. Do the winds go well?" This was also a formal greeting among her kind. Many of her Clan claim ownership of wings. If not, they hold special magics specific to nature and the Gods thereof. Wind is the primary one of their Gods, known as Jinne. Such a smooth word is used in their language as synonymous to 'clouds' and 'breeze.' Oni had a special connection to her, because Jinne was said to be one of her great founding ancestors and had a coat in the likeness of herself. She looked down at the dark-coated traveler and thought vaguely about his own ancestral roots. Smugly, she thought, no doubt mine are more prestigious. Her head tilted slightly. It looks as if he'd be an ancestor of Dibaglio. She chuckled at herself lightly. What in the world would a Dibaglian be doing all the way out here? Rediculous.

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OOC: You, by no means, have to match the world count of this most which I estimate to be somewhere around 600... I have a lot of muse for her today. :)

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So far, he had not met one other soul in this land. Taydin had only been here a half day, though, and he was expecting someone would turn up soon. He had noticed there were many birds around, and it kind of concerned him. Why were there so many birds around if wolves haunted these woods? But perhaps the climate was different here, in where wolves never once had eaten one of them. Or perhaps they had an alliance. Whatever the reason was, Taydin decided trying to catch an owl today wouldn't be on his to-do list.

From over his head, something caught his attention. He looked up to see a quickly descending hawk-type of bird and frowned thoughtfully, wondering what in the world this bird was doing. He was aimed right for Taydin's head. Right when he was within ten feet, Taydin's eyes widened in shock as it did in fact come right down over him. It swooped over his head and ruffled the fur on his skull, but didn't touch him otherwise. "What in the hell?" He growled, but snapped his head quickly to the side when another figure popped out of the woods. He had heard another ruffle of feathers, larger this time, and a white wolf settled herself on the ground a good ten meters from him.

"Greetings, traveler. Do the winds go well?"

Taydin's confused look would have given his new-coming away. "I suppose. The wind on my head was quite a gust," He chuckled slightly, a bit darkly, as that hadn't been his idea of a good entrance. He looked over the female; she was pretty, in a soft and elegant sort of way. She knew he was only passing through, and he supposed it was rather obvious in his body. He stood a little it taller than her, though she was much bigger due to her wings, which had folded neatly at her sides. His long legs took him a few steps closer to her, not crowding but enough so that they could hear each other speak.

"Does your bird always do that, or did I do something to offend it?" He half-smiled and raised one eyebrow, looking at her with his bright amber eyes. The poisonous thoughts in his mind were bubbling at the base of his skull, but none of them leaked out onto his face. He was a pure gentleman, and his voice and accent depicted it. "Taydin, m'lady. And who's presence am I being graced with today?" He gave her a small smile, and dipped his head to her respectfully.

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[bg=6A8394] "The Wind on my head was quite a gust." She laughed, bells freely twinkling in the cool mountain breeze. Spyder cawed in the distance, his calls glancing sharply through the trees and the trickling rivers to be heard in the distance. He returned to the small clearing and perched on her shoulder as he ruffled and cleaned his feathers with his hooked beak. As if cued, the stranger piped up, "Does your bird always do that, or did I do something to offend it?" She blinked a few times, clearing the mountain air away from her eyes as he thought with surprise, Stop being such a Stone, Naqielloni. Of course he doesn't know the Clan's customs. After the short pause, noticing his half-smile, she sported a grin herself and replied, "No, 'tis a tradition among my Clan to fill the wind beneath their wings." She gave him a quick once-over, noticing his handsome dark coat and his lack of wings, "But I daresay you wouldn't have use for it, ..." She paused, trying to squeeze a name from him. Predictably, he replied, "Taydin, m'lady." The formal phrase pleased her. "And whose presence and I being graced with today?" Her eyes sparkled with pleasure, her wings slowly opening and closing again into the niche on her back. "Naqielloni," after a pause, she continued, "but I would be pleased if you called me Oni."

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The two white wolves stood there in each other's company rather comfortably. Taydin, as far as he could see, found her innocent in mind and soul. The bird he found rather unnerving, however, though he just kept a wary eye out for it and otherwise pretended it didn't bother him. When the woman before him had landed he had assumed almost at once this wouldn't be a hostile meeting; he hadn't smelled any borders as he entered the dark forest, but he could always have passed through a portion of their defense that hadn't been remarked in a while.

"No, 'tis a tradition among my Clan to fill the wind beneath their wings."

Taydin nodded his head. He understood not a word nor concept of what this female was spouting from her mouth but he just nodded his head and went along with it. "Your clan? Please, do tell me about the packs around here, I am a new comer and not familiar with them." He cocked his head slightly to the side, curious. Perhaps there was a good battle pack around, one that he could join and stir up some trouble with. He longed to stretch his claws, to run fast and have the adrenaline pumping through him. Taydin was a true adrenaline junkie and he did anything and everything to give him the rush.

"Naqielloni, but I would be pleased if you called me Oni."

Taydin's brows rose a little at the mouthful of a name. He smiled good-naturedly and chuckled a little after a few seconds. "A pretty name, but sure is a mouthful. I'll call you Oni, then, ma'am." He dipped his head to her again, respectfully.

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[bg=6A8394] She sported a chuckle at the phrase 'around here,' Silly, and smiled good-naturedly at the mistaken male. "I can't say my pack is from 'around here,'" Her eyes brightened at the Male's cocked head, not suspecting in the least the blood lust behind his innocent face, "We are an ancient Clan, and one of the first. We call the distant, high plateaus our home for they are the closest to Sky, King God Ani'nne." She paused, mind whirling in thought, "I do not know what you call the plateaus in this language, for it is a stranger sound in even ours." She thought to attempt pronunciation, but decided against it. As a reaction to her name, the humble traveler bowed and complimented her name on its prettiness. She beamed and returned the bow by extending her wings past her body and angling them to the ground as she dipped her front leg and curled the other under her body. The bow, at least, was universal for respect and dignity. She was grateful for the language of the body, otherwise so many traditions would be lost on all races of wolves. She glanced up at him from her bow, crystal eyes sparkling in the midday sun. "What of you, traveler? What is your name?" Thinking

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OOC:: Sorry, kinda did this in a rush, I've got waaaay too much to do today!

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"I can't say my pack is from 'around here,'"

Taydin nodded, curious. "Ah, so are you a traveler as well?"

"We are an ancient Clan, and one of the first. We call the distant, high plateaus our home for they are the closest to Sky, King God Ani'nne."

The tall white male nodded slowly, trying to follow along. Perhaps she would spin him a tale of her past, and he would sit quietly and listen. History enthralled him, despite the fact that he needed to get going if he was to find a pack to reside in any time soon. The season was young, and it would soon be too suspicious to join a pack. The months of migration would soon be over.

"I do not know what you call the plateaus in this language, for it is a stranger sound in even ours."

Taydin smiled. "Well, if you ever remember, I'd be pleased to know." He dipped his head to her again.

Beneath his own skin, he had years of blood shed on him; and literally, too. The pack he was born and raised in was named Bloodshed. After he had watched his own father kill and slaughter his uncle and then perish himself, Taydin had grown accustomed to seeing blood and death. His cousin, Cesaru, who also resided in the same pack, killed an alpha's son not twenty miles from their borders. His family was full of psychopaths, full of murderers and killers and he knew that's where his own heart lay as well.

"What of you, traveler? What is your name?"

Her voice snapped his mind back to attention, and he opened his eyes a little it as he came back to it. "Taydin Tearst, m'lady." He answered her. "I come from lands far to the North, in Gorgon Valley, far from this region here." He explained. Perhaps she would lead him in the right direction, of a pack that welcomed him, or even one that didn't that he could manipulate and change to his liking. Or perhaps she couldn't. Either way, he didn't think he would harm a little feather on her head.