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tigris cassander

Third degree burns on my skin; I did it for you, and I'd do it again

Tigris left the north behind him, but even as his paws dutifully carried him away from Minske, his pelt thrummed and sang with the memory of Minske’s warmth, his touch, his soft voice within the dark. He hadn’t really ever had a friend before, and so he kept coming back to the thought like a scratch he couldn’t quite leave alone—poking it, prodding at it, even when it stung in protest. His brother, Sargon, had not been an ideal playmate during his puppy years—he wasn’t quite sure how to interact with other wolves kindly, reasonably. He only knew how to shut himself off, because anything else was entirely out of his comfort zone. Besides, he looked frightening, with his large, dark form and scarred face. Most wolves weren’t keen on running into a loner like him.

But Minske had been kind. Perhaps it was only because it had been impossible to see Tigris in the gloom. Tigris told himself that, but his thoughts kept returning to Minske, over and over, worrying at the flesh of his memories until they were in danger of bleeding through and sweeping away all of his focus.

He came to a rest on the upper lip of the Crater. This, as well as Bluebell Meadow, had been his home for the past few months. Other loner males skulked around the area—most were older than him, but he was large and relatively strong, and so they left him well enough alone. It had been scary at first, when he’d been out on his own for the first time; now he was just another unfriendly face in these parts, scarred and mean, and they knew him like an ever-present shadow amongst the rocks. Tigris sighed, sitting heavily back on his haunches. This was where he belonged, he told himself. He was a loner. He wouldn’t amount to anything now that his pack was gone.

He tried not to think of how nice it had been to have company in the mountains, if only for a single night.

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She had not come from anywhere in particular, rather the isolated female was simply exploring. Her delicate paws and frame carried her from one place to another where she then explored and learnt what she could. There were very few places that she returned to more than once or twice. She was only now exiting her hermit-like lifestyle and in her opinion if she had learned all she could from an area then there was no reason to return once more. There were no wolves that called to her, no creatures that sought her. She was a travelling gypsy, here one moment and gone the next. Well at least that was how she thought of herself, the caring wolf had never had anyone to care for her as she cared for others. If she came across a wolf in need she would help no matter the cost to herself and then she would move on. She had no connections and no ties even though innately she desired connection of some sorts, even if simply a discussion.

She had climbed the edges of the crater and now she stood, looking down into the depths of its darkness, her eyes scanned over the land with a frown. This area held nothing for her, it was simply a hole in the ground. Yes, perhaps there were wolves living in the crater but they would most likely be volatile creatures. None sensitive enough to deal with her oddities. After all why would a wolf voluntarily exist alone? She frowned, realising she had forgotten she did the same, some of her solitary exist was of course self inflicted but it was spurred on by the fact that most creatures did not like her unless they needed her. Or at least this was the experience she had had so far with others. A flick of her ears as she heard the scattering of gravel and her eyes found the darkened male sitting on the lips of the crater. She stood still for a moment, her ears twitching as she listened to him. Her own light tone easy to identify in the light. She debated whether she wanted to approach or not, she was curious yes but he was either a creature from the crater or a creature heading to the crater. The whispers of the rogue males in the crater did not necessarily spin a good story for her, she was strong enough but males where almost always stronger than females. She would be helpless.

She stepped forward, walking cautiously along the edge of the crater, her eyes on the male and her ears perked and flicking, listening for danger. Large purple eyes studied the wolf from head-to-toe, taking in his scars and body features, not anything she would comment on of course. She came to a stop, close enough that he could hear her but far enough away that if he became violent she could escape.

"You stare into the crater so deep in thought, pray tell me, what roams your mind?" she asked, skipping over greetings. They were not of use, she first wanted to see if this wolf was dangerous or not.

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[Lexx]

tigris cassander

Third degree burns on my skin; I did it for you, and I'd do it again

There was the skitter of loose stone against the crater’s gaping maw, and Tigris tensed, realizing he no longer sat alone. Slowly, he turned his head, silver eyes searching for an approaching wolf—he half-expected another rogue, seeking a fight. His gaze fell instead upon a she-wolf, and Tigris paused, surprised. He wouldn’t have expected this to be the sort of place a female wolf would haunt. She was smaller than him, with an earthy sort of color to her pelt—her face was cream-white, crowned in gray, and her fur warmed to a myriad of browns and blacks along her shoulders and spine. Her posture was low, balanced, speaking strongly of caution; he shifted, wondering if he ought to stand and back off, allowing her to pass through without fear.

And then, before he could move at all, she came to a stop a few feet away and called out to him. There was no sharp edge of fear to her voice, no discernable tremor in her words. “You stare into the crater so deep in thought,” the she-wolf said. “Pray tell me, what roams your mind?” She was confident, then, but still smart. Tigris was reminded irresistibly of Aylín, who he’d known before White Forest’s forced disbandment. He tilted his scarred face at her. For a long moment, he was silent, considering what he could say. ‘Nothing,’ burned on the tip of his tongue; ‘nothing at all; leave me alone.’ It was his default reaction, for pushing others away had become more of a reflex lately than the defensive maneuver it had once been. But meeting another wolf in the mountains had impacted him so powerfully that he was tempted to be truthful; to interact with another wolf, to be social in a way that had been lost to him since his family was slaughtered and scattered. At last, he replied, “I was thinking about what it means to be a loner.” He turned back to the drop-off before him, like a wide gash upon the earth. “And you?”

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