[[Known to Walk Alone|But I'm Alone For a Reason]]

[Talia]

Covered in snowy white fluff, hiding her lithe frame, the fae roamed close to Drika Pool, knowing this to be the land of the exiles, such as she. Her large paws padded across the snow lightly, leaving soft impressions on the ground as she moved across the terra. Looking about with sharp eyes, the femme spotted nothing around her, and her nose told her of no nearby scent of any other outsiders. Giving a grimace, she stopped her walk, and pricked her fluffy ears high upon her dome.

Talia couldn't hear anything either; it seemed that the lands of the exiles was completely void of just that-exiles. She couldn't understand it really. Not that it bothered her too bad; she was often alone, that's just the way things had been since she left home. She sat back on her haunches to contemplate for a moment. company would be nice, but there was no telling what her mood would be, or how'd she react to anything. It was like a trial and error thing-sometimes a hit and miss. Her moods were so unpredictable, she was scared to be near anyone anymore. But she decided it was time to face her fears; she had nothing to lose.

Opening her maw, she let out her song and pricked her ears up higher to listen for a response. She really was never good at waiting.

[gearr]

The timber padded slowly, why were all wolves alike? All they did was destroy, they had destroyed his home and family, they had reduced him to but a hollow shell of his former self. No wolf was diffrent, he was no different for all he and his kind cold muster was hate and destruction, never had he met another who could prove this theory of his kin to be wrong. He was not wrong! He knew he was not, if he was then surely he would have met a creature to prove him wrong, still he had not met any of this kind. Never again would he care for others in the way he had cared for his family, that had just caused him the harshest of pains... He had often wondered how the old say "it is those closest to you that will hurt you the most" could ever be true but now he knew, he knew how they could harm you so and how the loss of them could forever burn at your very soul hollowing your once great flame of life into but an ember.

Running the dry air through his nostrils he picked up the scent of another, he snorted in disgust. What time did he have for another? He had none. The only wolf he ever had time for was Nightwing and she had long since vanished, his only blood had left him. He still held his hope that she would return alive but over all this time his hope was fading. Still wandering on he held his head low and mind in deep thought, his only retreat was his mind and that was little comfort, but that was all he had. His time for mourning had long passed and now all he held for wolves was a bitter hate for them, they were all the same, destroyers of purity.

A howl? It was that of a femme, could it be? He hoped so, he hoped it was his only sister and only family member. Racing forward Niro came to see the fae that had called, it wasn't her. Again it wasn't her. Sitting down he tore his claws into the dry earth, why him? What had he ever done to deserve this pain? He sighed slightly, just another lonely wolf... Why should he care about her need to be with another? He wouldn't, a wolf was a wolf and he hated them all.

{E}very {W}olf {I}s {T}he {S}ame, {D}estruction {I}s {A}ll {W}e {K}now.

[Talia]

A cautious head was turned at the sound of anothers footsteps, and the scent tht flooded her nostrils became strong and hard to ignore. She looked, noticing the male who had wandered upon her, and her ears went flat in suspicion and caution. Her legs raised her to her full height, away from her seated position, so the fae felt less vulnerable. Looking at the male with questioning blue eyes, and she nodded her gentle head in greeting.

This brute, he seemed troubled, as if the entire world had somehow found a way to hurt him in such a deep way, he would never again forgive it. This troubled look he carried, and it worried her, though she knew not who this brute was. And this in turn confused her, and worried her more-she hadn't cared for or worried about anyone else besides herself in a long time. But she wasn't getting anywhere, contemplating about trivial things such as the past. Instead, she decided to speak to him, company was better than being alone, though she didn't know why she suddenly cared.

Who are you, brute? Is there a reason your face is marred by such a look of sadness? Her eyes seemed friendly, but inside her mind was racing with thought. She hadn't met another in...years, perhaps? It certainly seemed that long, and it probably was. She had lost all track of time long ago.