Ah, the mountains, a terrain most distinguished by its beautiful peaks topped with a light powder of snow. The area was known for being bitter cold, and this day was no exception. Frost clung to the evergreens and the air was chilled enough for breath to be seen. Despite that, the sun was shining through a light covering of clouds, and the day could be called pleasant, if cold.
One male was lapping up the cold, metaphorically of course. He was alone, as always, and could be found sitting on a large boulder off-set a cavern. Wind played with his white fur as he looked off at the horizon, his grey-blue eyes taking the area all in. His eye coloring, along with his coat pattern, gave him a serious and older apperance, and his personality as a whole matched that; mature and serious. A sigh escaped his lips as he noticed a flock of geese flying above; he was lonely, but too proud to admit it.
Post by tigeressrikku on Jan 29, 2006 16:42:59 GMT -5
A dark shadow moved swiftly across the mountains, a spark seen here or there of cerulean blue. She was swift and silent... and suddenly curious. All alone, it seemed, sat another of her kind. Randomly secluded in the mountains, but he looked none too happy about it. Not that she was one to hugely care about the emotions of others, this was merely for her own curious sake that she made towards the snowy male.
One ear twitched in the chilled wind, flicking three silver earring which perched there, a mirror to her other ear. A normal fire might be bothered by this chilly morning, but she was accustomed to shadows and the night, warmth was a comfort for her, not a necessity.
"You there, you look too miserable to be here of your own choosing. Something tells me this isn't a meditation or 'finding yourself' or any of that stuff." Blunt, but it was in her nature. At least she'd shown some concern, usually she wouldn't be bothered. Sitting herself down, she smirked when the rocky ground below her suddenly became bare of frost and random sprouting of weeds and greenery. Oh the joys of being a fire type. She dulled the flames, so as not to make the male uncomfortable should he be an ice or water type.
His large ears flicked backwards as he heard...another of his kind? Well, that was strange, he couldn't remember the last time he had the pleasure of having a conversation with one that actually resembled him, at least in some way. The air blew past him stronger now, almost pressing him introduce himself.
At her blunt comment, he chuckled and shook his head, tufts of white fur covering his eyes. "I would hope not, for that wouldn't be my intent in the least," he replied. "And I hope I don't look too miserable, I wasn't looking for pity, and I prefer freezing, uncomfortable terrain to warmth," the male added, a smirk playing at his lips; half-joking. His eyebrows arched at her flames, most of whom he met were of the water or ice types, but never fire. First time for everything he supposed.
"Wrong? I wouldn't think so, not a recent wrong at least. Then again if you'd like to here my life story..." He laughed; he was rambling again, and probably was putting himself across as a bumbling, piteous, idiot. Not something to aspire to.
Post by tigeressrikku on Jan 29, 2006 18:38:33 GMT -5
She flattened her ears gently at the part about his preference of atmosphere. She glances at the barely lit flames dancing along her bod and tried for a charming smile though she felt rude. She clasped her wings close to her sides, making an inner shield which kept the faint warmth to herself. "Yeah... I figured as much, I'm trying to be as in synch as possible, but being a blue fire and all... you know?" She was pretty languid in her speaking, though she had her more sophisticated moments.
"Nah, you don't look that bad. Just a little too inwardly focussed, like something's on your mind." She would know those looks, being one who was generally anti-social, the only one she had to solve her problems was herself. Surprise, surprise. She flashed a proud look when he smiled, rubbing her paw against her fur with dramatic egotism. "Got you smiling, there's an improvement." Perhaps all her time in sulking seclusion had made her a little... oversocial? Well, for most this was normal, for her this was definately oversocial. In fact, she was starting to remind herself of that blasted little twit from her pack, Summer. Oh! Names, right, she hadn't introduced herself.
"Name's Phoenix Nightmare, by the way. Don't be intimidated by the name, I'm not so bad. Feel like sharing your name?" She asked with another half-smirk. The part about his life's story was interesting, and she felt like making a smart remark. "Telling your life's story to a complete stranger a hobby or something?" She supressed a small chuckle and did her best to give an innocent look. Smart remarks came naturally, and there wasn't a chance she'd be able to keep one contained, at least she could try and look like she felt guilty for it. Small blessings.
He cringed, then shook his head roughly. "Oh no, don't bother yourself, I was only joking. I fear I've gotten worse at such things as time goes on," he laughed. "I understand, at least you know how to control it," he smiled in what hopefully came across as reassuringly, his mouth wasn't used to it so it probably came out as a strange smirk. He himself found himself sprawled on the ground if he wasn't careful, though wind is less powerful than fire. Luckily, or he would be in trouble.
"Inwardly focused huh? Well that's a first," he admitted with a slight tremor of a chuckle. "I suppose I'm a bit too reserved for my own good, I've gotten the same response every where I end up going," he added then smiled broader. "I do have the ability to smile you know, just not as much as some other's I'm sure," a smirk appeared from this, he was sure there were more...friendly than him. Yeah, that was a definent yes, he was not know for his...openess to say the least. Not to say he wasn't kind enough, just a bit too proud and whatnot.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Ciel Isolé...it is French for something, but I can't remember," he added, frowning. "I suppose I go by Ciel though, not many can pronounce Isolé," he added and chuckled. "Pheonix Nightmare...that's quite a name. That was a compliment," Ciel said hastily, it sounded a bit like an insult. To her sharp remark he blinked then shrugged. "I would suppose so, as I never meet any strangers and my life story isn't too long....I'm not too old I believe." He would hope not, he had barely lived at all.
Post by tigeressrikku on Jan 30, 2006 10:25:35 GMT -5
Did she know how to control it? Not really, only when she was calm, when she was angry things tended to get... unpredictable. Staring suspiciously at her wings a moment, she raised her head, the sun glinting on the ebony stone in her collar. "It's alright, I tend to pick up on humor, but it's hard to tell when I'm joking. The fire? I can control it to an extent.." She tried her best not to look uneasy, after all, he didn't seem the type that would set her off.
"Happens to the best of us, sorry, I suppose having someone 'judging' you like that seems rude. I speak my mind too much." Admitting this brought another lopsided grin, though the end of his comment made her frown slightly. "And that's a bad thing? Surely in one of the places you've been, there've been others like you. Heck, I'm like you in many ways, and I just stumbled across your hiding spot." In actuality, she knew a bunch of wolves like him... with the exception of a few. Tribal Cataclysm was a lot like him, but even more reserved, like a silent stone guardian. That was his position basically, wrapped in chains he held an intimidation tactic.
"Oh trust me, I know a few others who would make even you uncomfortable with their lack of emotion, don't worry. Ciel, yeah that works, sorry for my lack of world-wide language expertise." She chuckled to herself, a french name? How inventive. The follow up comment made her laugh aloud, the look on her face obviously surprised as she put a paw up to stop the sudden sound. "Oh that was too good, I'm sorry. You really don't have to reassure me, but it was pretty funny. In a nice way, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the situation." She began a smaller trickle of laughter after realizing she'd just done exactly what he did with the reassuring bit.
"You don't seem that old. I seem older than I am, experience in a variety of unpleasant situations will do that to you. Well, for someone who hasn't spoken to a lot of other Wolves, I think perhaps coming with me to meet an interesting group will be good for you. My pack." She said offhandedly, trying to make it sound casual, when in reality she was hoping to lure him in with the bunch of misfits. At least then she'd have someone to talk to. Between the stone guardian, the hot-headed egotist, and the ever-prudish life-lover, she really had no males to talk to. And she just... wasn't a female on female chatting type of girl.
His tail flicked around him, spraying snow this way and that; only now the powder was melting under the sun, so it was more like slush. "Sorry," he shook as slush dripped from his nose. "Well that's better than what I can do," Ciel replied with a slight smiled. "Luckily it is just a large gust of wind that knocks me over, not a flame. I'm sure you're better at such things though," he added truthfully. Last time he had become upset, a few had found themselves in less-than-pleasant situations, though he was guilty about it now.
He chuckled and shook his head. "It's a good quality to have I think, you'd make a good interragator," he added and smirked. It seemed realistic actually, fighting fire with fire. Oh my, that was a pun, he must be slipping. "I don't know," he admitted and shrugged. "I suppose it matters what side you look at it." "I have traveled, but not highly-populated areas." More like isolated terrains, not even for the seclusion, but because the tundra was so beautiful. "Like me?" He asked, pretending to be wounded. "I would like to think of myself as unique, thank you very much," Ciel chortled; he was joking of course, in fact he thought of it as a bit of a compliment.
"Oh I'm sure," he said and smirked. "Anyone who has a lack of emotion will immediatly put me on edge I'm afraid," he added and then laughed shortly. "That's quite all right, I have trouble pronouncing it myself actually," a french name? What had he been thinking, it was ridiculous really. He looked at her, a bit surprised by her outburst, but then shrugged, a smile glued to his face. "It sounded a bit like an insult to me, then again it could just be me," he added and snorted. His eyebrows arched and he spoke: "Laughing at the situation?" He started laughing softly, it sounded quite strange.
"Thank you," he said, faking sarcasm. "I'm glad you don't see me as an old man. I didn't think you looked /too/ old," he chuckled. "You're pack? Are they all as amusing, in a good way, as you? If so, I would like to meet them."