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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/14w7zpd.png] Finally, sundown. After the scorching day, it was more than a relief to see the sky become an artist's canvas. Brilliant shades of purple, pink, yellows, and oranges streaked across it. Occasionally interrupted by patches of ivory clouds. The temperature had lowered a bit and more creatures had wandered from their cool hiding places. The foliage even seemed to perk up even with it's lifeline disappearing beneath the horizon. As the stars started to take reign of the sky, the once motionless shadow started to stir. Amber eyes flickered open to absorb in his now dark surroundings. The beast laid there for a moment, letting his body take it's time awaking. After a few moments, the canine rose to his paws stretching one hind leg at a time and opening his jaws to release a large, noisy yawn. Sighing heavily the canine shook free the remaining sand from his pelt and strode forward absorbing the sound of the crashing waves as they hit the beach. It reminded him of his puppy years. Back when he would be considered a domesticated creature, bounding about with the human pups and his own siblings at the beach. Yelping with a mixture of joy and fear as the monotonous waves lapped up at his feet. So much had changed since then. Snapping free from his memories he walked to the ocean. Ears erect and swiveling about his sculpted head as he did so. Now a days with those damn felines sneaking about you couldn't let your guard down. They could be anywhere. So many abductions had taken place recently, from both sides. This war just needed to end. Growling softly to himself he entered the ocean, letting it's icy waters encase his limbs and the sea weed entangle his paws. The dog stayed there for a long time, like a motionless statue. Letting the sea breeze ruffle his pelt and the water soothe his scarred pads. It was the calmest he had been in a long while. His powerful muscles relaxed and were not the usual hard and tense. His nose was slightly pointed to the sky inhaling the scents around him. Crack. The sound seemed to echo through out the entire beach. All at once the male's body stood alert, head swiveled over his shoulder, muscles resumed their tautness, tail instinctively rose and the hair stood at end. Somebody else was on this beach. He could hear the creature's movement on the sand but it was not yet spotted. A low growl was released into the air as a warning, followed by an unwelcoming greeting. "Salutations."

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] Another canine wandered along the beach, her slender figure shaking slightly to one side each time she took a swaggering step. Her pointed ears detected a slight splash not to far into the water; turning towards it, she readied her body before pouncing where she could see a glimmer of silver illuminated by the dying sun's last rays, sending up a spray of salty water. Her blunt black claws dug through scaly skin and into tender flesh as she dipped her head and gripped the fish by its neck. Shaking her head to make sure her prey was well and truly dead, she made her way back past the tideline and began to consume her meal, consuming all of it in her hunger. Licking her lips, Aurora gave a satisfied yawn and shook herself, wanting to rid herself of any seawater that had soaked her leg fur. The wind sprang up suddenly, pushing her fur backwards and tugging at her bushy tail. Positioning her head so that faced into the wind, she sighed blissfully and sprang forward, invigorated by the wild breeze. It was at times like these that she felt so wild and free - she could do almost anything she wanted anytime she wanted, now that she was away from her family, and she had become accustomed to this freedom. She was all too conscious of the fact that it could be snatched from her by a band of strong, canine-despising felines, or a domineering, brawny dog. The latter was a constant fear of hers, as deep, deep down, in spite of her cunning, cocky nature, she knew that she was no warrior - her main and her only real physical asset was her speed. The young Siberian husky had already met several males - she had discovered that she loved flirting with dogs and having them chase after her. She always had to be careful not to let them know that she was afraid of them, however, or one day all her liberties would be taken from her. She was a rather attractive young bitch - a fact she was well aware of, and used to her advantage when charming male canines. However, combined with her feisty, wild demeanour, and her seeming encouragement of pervy glances and eroic comments, her looks attracted plety of brutish males; she always had be careful to make sure she was alone and sayed that way during at night. It was rather foolish, then, that she was here on the beach, alone. But Aurora could never be known for her wisdom - besides, she liked her life to be exciting. Slowing to an easy lope, the young female put a front paw down heavily, noticing too late that it was not the ground she was stepping on. A sharp crack echoed around the beach as she jumped backwards, startled. Straining her ears and hearing no response to her disturbance of the night's silence, she began to relax, only to hear a low growl a moment later from the direction of the sea. The voice that sounded was undeniably male and canine, but she could detect no scent, because this wind was blowing away from her, out to sea - meaning that while she couldn't smell him, the unknown dog could. Taking a step towards the dark shape in the water, she called out in her melodic, feminine voice, a hint of hesitation detectable, "Hello there."

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[atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/leafk.png] Take note, he said to himself. Red sky at night, hot day tomorrow, and wasn't he a fan of hot days. Cole sighed to himself, poked around in the sand for a bit looking for crabs to eat, and found nothing. Well, better luck tomorrow. Or maybe he'd come across a bird. Birds were always nice. He stood around for a while, watching the sunset and thinking wistfully of elk and snowdrifts, and then elected to wander down the beach for a while. It was, well, not horribly entertaining. Sand, ocean, sky, seagulls that he couldn't get to. The stars were coming out. He looked at them thoughtfully, scraped a paw through the sand, and stepped lightly on a stick. It was louder than he expected. More to the point, the sound of the stick snapping was followed up by an even louder noise of someone making a not-too-polite greeting. Salutations? What did that even mean? Cole shrugged it off and stared around, not too warily, wondering who was talking. A dog, it looked like. Some big male, probably with some wolf blood in him, hanging out off in the surf. Well then. Hmm. Then another voice, just as Cole realized something - he hadn't broken the stick he'd stepped on. It was still in one piece. But the second voice he'd heard was female, and it would seem that the male dog hadn't even seen him yet. Came of having black fur, he supposed. The wolf sniffed carefully, turning his eyes to the second newcomer. This one was definitely a dog, and female. Maybe he'd wandered into some kind of excursion by accident. Not that he cared. Cole was done with romance for pretty much the rest of his life, as far as he knew, and to hell with that shit anyway. Too much work, too many emotions involved, and it killed everyone involved in it most times as it was. He shrugged to himself and ambled forward, eyeing the two strange dogs as he did, with full intentions to interrupt whatever was going on here by his presence and amuse himself with.. The usual thing. Sarcasm. Getting beat up. Waking up the next day with a shiny new injury to show off. The females used to love it. Young, he said to himself about the female. Flirtatious. Silly. And the male, violent, rude. Himself, back in the day, when females cared what the hell he was like. Now they took a look at the grey fur and torn ears and alarm bells went off. Back when he was handsome (if, in fact, he was ever good-looking instead of merely just important and wealthy), they probably would have ignored the alarm bells and done it anyway. Definitely. If Fala was anything to go by. "Good evening, good evening." He greeted the dogs the same way, one after the other, a slightly mad grin on his face. "A beautiful night, yes?" He could play the game, once. A long time ago.

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/14w7zpd.png] Large amber eyes searched the beachfront for the cause of the stick's breaking. Ears still firmly planted forward on his skull. His defenses slightly calmed since he figured if it was a feline by now that it would have attacked. He shifted his weight, the water making slight rippling sounds. A few seconds later a female voice spoke up. Greeting him. The vocals sounded cautious perhaps a bit unsure of him because of his own greeting. His eyes traveled to the source of the voice. He finally spot her. All he could see was her dark curvy silhouette and glowing circles where her eyes were. "Good-" "Good evening, good evening," another voice seemed to have finished his sentence. The male turned his head towards the newcomer, who seemed to be a male. Two canines. He hadn't seen this many canines together in once place in a long time. He couldn't help but notice the slightly crazed grin that had planted itself on the opposite male's face. "A beautiful night, yes?" the smiling male asked. Another wave rolled in, surrounding itself around the male's large feet reminding him he was still standing rock still in the ocean. Head held moderately high, the german dog strode forward. The fur on his legs and underbelly clinging to his muscle. He stopped once he was within a comfortable distance of the two. "It is is quite a beautiful night indeed. " deep masculine tones expelled from his vocals, a strong german accent accompanying them. He looked above at the multitude of stars surrounding them. It wasn't long ago when the city lights used to cloud them from view. How things have changed. A seagull passing by released a loud call, bringing the wolfdog back to Earth. "Excuse me, It seems I've been a little....rude. I go by Franz and who are you two?." Franz offered up a small nod, looking at the pair. He studied them both at first, noticing the size and breed difference between the two. The male was of a reasonable height, about the same as Franz. He was jet black with long fur, which seemed to be a little unkempt. The look in his eyes seemed familiar. A little like his own when he glanced in a dirty shop window, or in a pool of water. Franz didn't show it, but a sudden new interest for the male made it's way into his mind. He buried it and swiveled his attention to the female, not allowing his eyes to wander. She was a lady. He could tell overall she was a natural beauty. Duel colored eyes, too. A trait Franz had always had a soft spot for. she shared some of the same red tones that coursed through his own pelt. Franz was sure to keep his gaze slightly interested but not so much. He didn't want the female to feel like he was too interested, because in all actuality he wasn't. He knew nothing about her at this point. The opposite male occupied most of his thoughts now, but that was more for business. He realized he'd been looking at the female for far too long, without making a great deal of it he removed his gaze from her and took a seat, waiting for the two to speak.

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] Aurora's ears pricked up as a second male stepped toward her, hailing both her and the other male who stood a little way out in the water. He was an elderly wolf, with a tattered, moth-eaten look about him, the fur around his muzzle whitened with the years; however, the young female could tell that he would have been unbearably handsome in his youth. He looked as if he didn't care what you said or did to him - he'd just stand there and take it, as if he was a hard surface to bounce things off. Then again, you could never tell with some canines, especially wolves, so she decided not to experiment in order to see if her evaluation of him was accurate or not. A smirk lit up her face in response to the insane one on his as she replied to his greeting, "And a good evening to you, too, sir. A magnificent one, yes, to be sure." Her tone matched her expression: arrant, daredevil, brazen; the sir was twisted so that, instead of being a title given respectfully to an elder or one of higher rank, it was flippant, almost blatantly disrespectful. Wait. . . Hadn't she promised herself she wouldn't do that? Oh well. Turning her head to regard the younger male, the Siberian husky inspected him as best she could in the dark; he had stepped forward so that, for the most part, he was on the shore and not in the sea. At a distance, he could be mistaken for a full-blooded wolf, his scent was different; his body shape was similar, but with subtle dissimilarities. His ears were more sharpely pointed, his build slightly different, and his head more rounded. That wasn't say that he wasn't unattractive, though; quite the opposite, with his well-muscled frame and distinctive face, offset by his large amber eyes. Aurora's reverie was broken as the wolf-dog spoke, his voice rich and deep with a thick accent that she didn't recognise. She shivered pleasantly at the sound of it, thinking that it suited him perfectly. If she'd been more confident of how he would respond, she would have started to flirt with him then and there - but she knew from experience that attempting to flirt with a male when she didn't know whether he would play could be rather embarrassing - especially if it turned out that he had a mate, and even worse, puppies as well. Or if he just wasn't interested. Realising that he'd said what his name was, the white-and-red coated bitch glanced up at him for a moment; yes, his name fitted, too - it was short and to the point, and sounded quite impressive when spoken in his heavily accented tones. Trying it out in her mouth without saying it, she licked her lips after a moment as if to erase it from her jaws and spoke. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Franz. My name is Aurora." She rolled the r in her name and his for effect, her voice light, and her accent nothing particularly remarkable, except for a slight Irish - Scottish lilt to it. The second sentence was spoken to both males; she gazed from one to the other, a benevolent smirk on her face, her bushy tail wagging slowly, in a way that could almost have been described as tentative in a less confident female. OOC;; Sorry for the long wait - this is terrible, I know, and I haven't checked it for errors other than spelling - so my apologies for that too!

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[atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/leafk.png] He studied the two of them for another minute. The male had a familiar accent, thick. German, Cole thought. He'd fought, hmm, yes. German wolves, some pack that thought they were better than his Kveldulf, back when he was a beta male and well.. They weren't. Nothing to be concerned with here. The female was a flirt, as expected. Too young for him, hah, plus Cole could tell she was pretty enough but..not his type, he supposed. He was allowed to have a type these days. Whatever it was. The old wolf flicked an ear, was unable to identify her accent except that it was vaguely familiar, and moved on. He'd known all types back in the day. "Call me Cole," he said easily. One fake name was as good as another. The male smelled of Tempest pack even from here, but Cole was willing to bet that his name was no longer in circulation. Besides, the wolf figured he had enough of the north left in him to take some half-breed no matter what pack said animal belonged to. "Forginsson." The male's name was Franz..common enough, Cole supposed. Or it was, up north. Not here. The female's was Aurora. This had an interesting ring to it, but was not anything that the wolf recognized. One of those made-up names then, kind of like his. Young, good-looking, a real class act. The wolf nodded once in her direction, then reminded himself that he was not playing his games here. This was a chance meeting. The dog had a vaguely hollow look in his eyes. Cole guessed it was related to some kind of fight in the past, or several. The ones that survived them tended to have that expression. Or the ones that lived and cared that they'd been the ones to live. Cole used to, once. There was enough old blood left in his life that it never went away and he'd gotten used to it, more or less, over the years. "Franz, yes," he said suddenly to distract himself. "I assume you speak the German, of course, but possibly not anything from farther north.." The wolf let the sentence drift off, testing him. A half-wolf wandering around from somewhere near his corner of the world was, hmm, vaguely suspicious to Cole. It would perhaps be a good idea to find out what exactly he'd done in past lives. Especially if those involved anyone who'd been affiliated with the Kveldulf. Or the camp followers. Or the remaining relatives which he had to have some of, somewhere. OOC: Shit post, my bad.

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[franz]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/14w7zpd.png] Franz chuckled slightly as the female introduced herself, letting her 'r's roll of her tongue giving herself more of an accent. Aurora she was called. Pretty name, suited her exquisite frame. Franz hadn't had any female relations in a considerable amount of time. If he was more of the type to go off with random females, he would defiantly take her into consideration. Something about her told him that it would be more than worth his time. However, he was in Hexasol for merely business. Personal business. Not to search for simple pleasures. Swallowing his thoughts, he nodded 'towards Aurora " 'Tis a pleasure, Aurora," he replied, testing her name out. Eyes flickered over to the older male, who seemed to be considerably older than Aurora and himself. He hadn't really said much, but Franz had always admired the individual that listened more than spoke. It was a good trait to have. A sign of intelligence. Shortly after Aurora had introduced herself, the ebony male introduced himself as well. Cole. Franz's brows furrowed slightly, as he studied the male closer. He didn't seem to fit the name all the way. Franz shrugged the thought off. "Nice to meet you also, Cole," he nodded in his direction and blinked, turning his head in the direction of the waves. High tide was coming in soon, and eventually the waves would be lapping where they all were placed. For now however, they would be safe from the water. Franz felt himself drifting away into a deep vault of thoughts. Thoughts about Aurora and Cole. Thoughts about the pack, and even some aspects of his own life. "Franz, yes?" Cole spoke to him, dragging him out of his deep thoughts. Franz lightly shook himself, dislodging some sea debris from his coat from his earlier swim. "I assume you speak the German, of course, but possibly not anything from farther north." North. That caught Franz's attention. This dog looked nothing like the canines from the north. Even if he was of full wolf blood. Franz tried to keep his expression as cool and calm as before. "Yes, I do speak fluent German." Franz answered coolly. Memories of his old life clouded his mind. He had left that behind, hadn't he? Obviously not. A few moments passed, before Franz made up his decision to speak of the North. Chances were the male was just old, and wise. He knew that German was fluent up there, so therefore questioned because of his strong accent. Franz directed his attention to Aurora for a moment, wondering what she thought about all of this. "And to answer your previous inquiry, yes, I do have relations in the North." Franz eyed Cole, trying to read his response through his facial reactions. So far he could gather nothing from it. He'd wait. Cole had a motive behind asking Franz about the north and his accent. He'd find out what he wanted soon enough. _________________________________________ notes; sorry its kinda rambly, and sor, i just kind of went with the whole north thing to make things more interesting.

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[atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png] Aurora eyed the two males as they studied her as well as each other. Neither seemed to be interested in flirting with her - no matter. She knew from the glances they gave her that they didn't find her unattractive, and that was enough for her; the wolf was old, anyway, and the wolf-dog was more than old enough to be her father. Then again, nearly every male she flirted with was almost old enough to be her father. Well, if they weren't interested in her as a female, she wasn't going to press the issue. After all, that wasn't the only thing there was to life, and she could always leave if she felt bored or too tired. She didn't want to give a bad impression - being known as young and brainless wouldn't really do wonders for her reputation. The Siberian husky's attention was caught by the black wolf wolf as he introduced himself. Cole . . . Forginsson. An interesting name - and it seemed he and Franz already had some sort of connection - the half-wolf's name and the old wolf's last one bouth sounded German. "Pleased to meet you, Cole, " she told him softly with a single nod. Not feeling especially talkative, she watched and listened to their exchanged - it did seem as if they might know each other, or were vaguely related or something like that. She wondered if Cole spoke fluent German, too. Probably. Deciding because of the somewhat exculsive conversation the two males were having, fuzzy feeling in her head and her slightly aching body, the young bitch decided it was time for her to go. "Well, you two seem to have hit it off," she observed lightly, "So I'll take my leave now, I think. Goodnight, sirs. I'll see you around Hexasol sometime, I'm sure." With a polite dip of her head, she trotted of up the beach toward the city and a sheltered spot in which she could spend the rest of the night. OOC;; Sorry for the huge wait guys D8 I'm exiting the thread because I have practically no muse atm and I don't want to be a hindrance. <3 C;