I am the priest God never paid

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[glow=black,2,300]Esper[/glow]


Take all you need and I'll compensate your greed with broken hearts. I'll sell your memories for 15 pounds per year but just the good days.


It had been many days since he had felt cool ground under his calloused paws. It was another new land, another place he didn't know, another place he didn't care about. The large ebony wolf stood still and let the coolness of the area soothe his skin. He had no where to be, there was no reason to hurry. There was never a reason to hurry. Nothing in particular had lured him into these new lands, it was merely the way his paws had lead him. Esper followed no trails or paths, he made his own.


Say, it'll make you insane and it's bending the truth. You're to blame for all the life that you'll lose and you watch this space but I'm going all the way and be my slave to the grave.

The familiar yet unwelcome scent of other wolves stung his nostrils, causing his upper lip to curl back in distaste revealing long, stained fangs. It was an inevitable fact that he would at some point always have to meet another wolf along the course of his life. It had been a long while since he had even glanced another. Most of the time he made the effort to stay away from established pack lands. Somehow this time he had been caught off guard. Perhaps he had been to absorbed in his own world to take notice of the drenching scent of many wolves. An idiotic mistake he mentally punished himself for. Playing nice with other wolves was neither his cup of tea nor talent. In fact it had been so long since he had even spoken he wondered if his throat would even allow for it. He hardly remembered his own voice. He guessed he would be remembering soon enough.


I hope you've seen the light because no one really cares, they're just pretending. I'll sell your memories for 15 pounds per year but you can keep the bad days.


At five years old Esper was hardly a new young wolf on the block though he wasn't all that old considering his kind could live much longer... if lucky. Esper had always doubted his life longevity though, he wasn't exactly what you would call an overly cautious being. A good fight now and then was always entertaining. He breathed in a deep breath and let it slide back out of his lungs in a heavy sigh. He may as well have a bit of fun while he could as it had been a long long time until he had felt any sort of amusement. Emotions had been and still were a hard thing for his to grasp onto. Emptiness what the constant in his life, not that he was bothered by this. It was far easier to live without being weighed down by a conscience.


Say, it'll make you insane and I'm bending the truth. You're to blame for all the life that you'll lose. And you watch this space. And I'm going all the way. And be my slave to the grave...


The brute threw back his heavy black head, closed his pallid eyes and raised his maw to the skies and let rip a deep, baritone howl. The sound vibrated around his rocky surroundings, amplifying and echoing the sound giving it an eerie quality. Perhaps his call would tweak the interest of a near by wolf or perhaps he would simply be ignored. Either was he wasn't bothered. If a wolf showed up, hello brief amusement, if a wolf didn't show up, it simply meant it was time to move on.

I'm the priest God never paid

[Akila]

The cold yet beautiful pure white snow was something that Akila had long awaited. It was, possibly, one of the places where she felt safe, which was odd, given how chilly it got. The fae didn't feel it though, whether that was thanks to her thick coat, or just being so damn used to it, she could not say. It was incredibly possible, though, that the one thing that attracted her about this certain area, was the fact that thier was an unbelieably low risk of fire.

Akila had been padding through the snow covered lands for around a week now, it had felt almost like a partoll. She'd eaten, not finding it too hard to sniff out a couple of nice, juicy hares, sure. they wouldn't particularly be her first food choice, but their wasn't much else around here in the given weather.

I hadn't taken long for her to find herself a nice, cosy looking spot. The fae settled down, the knowledge that her white coat would blend with the snow dampening out any worries that she may have had about letting her guard down and drifting off. That was, until, her ears pricked up to the long, eerie sound of another wolf's howl. A sound that she never really enjoyed hearing.

Her head lifted from her paws, and she scanned the surrounding area with her eyes, finally picking out the sillouette of another, dark coloured canine. How had she not seen it?! What if she'd fallen asleep, and the wolf had decided to come over and .. eat her or something?! Ergh, stupid, stupid femme! Akila lowered her head back down, here untrusting orbs following the wolf's every move.

(Hope you dont mind me replying ><)

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Esper

You think you're safe?

Esper sat completey still, torn between simply leaving and staying to see what idiotic creature may present itself. The latter of the two won out as his curiosity got the better of him. This would probably be a decision he would regret or, if they turned up, the other creature would regret immensley. It had just been so long since he had even laid his eyes upon another wolf, perhaps longer than a year. He could not remember, he didn't much have a need to keep track of time in his wanderings. His life was his life and neither time nor wolf had the ability to interupt that. So he continued to sit, his thick for not allowing the frigid temperate to fully reach his skin. Instead he felt it as a cool, bordering cold, breeze.

Oh you silly creature, safe is not a word known to the likes of me.

When he had first arrived he had noticed the stench of another wolf that lingered, it was more recent than the rest. The parade of scents made it hard to exactly pick out the scent, he just got stronger whiffs of it as the wind passed over him. Instantly his ears pricked as this same scent bathed his senses. His nostrils flared and he had to fight the urge to curl his lips and let a growl tear from his throat. The large wolf's ears flicked back and forth, listening carefully to find the location of the other. So they were trying to hide from him? Smart choice in his opinion. Too bad they forgot the whole downwind thing. It was a fae, he could tell by her smell, and her presence was washing over him. Still he had not moved though, the only evidence that he had even picked up on her presence had been the movement of his listeners. She could try and hide all she liked. Trying however, was not the same as doing.

I am the one mother's warn their children of. Come to mee and meet your worst nightmare.

Slowly he turned, ghostly orbs scanning his surroundings. The ground and surrounding rocks were laden with snow, lain by what he could only assume was a heavy snowfall in the last day or so. At least he hadn't arrived during that. It would have been more than annoying. He let his eyes roam over every inch of the lands that he could see, taking in the areas of rock that jutted out of the gleaming snow and the sparse plants that dared to poke out of the frigid matter and try desperately for life. All of a sudden his eyes snapped to a place where the consistant smoothness of the snow was broken by the far off frame of a white animal. A smirk threatened to curl itself onto his maw but he fought it off with little effort and his face remained the same stonecold fixture as previously.

Try not to run all you like. I know you will.

Well here was the moment of truth. Had his vocal cords forgotten how to work? Would he even remember how to speak? Esper mentally laughed at himself. His broad chest expanded as he took a deep breath, letting the freezing air penetrate his lungs. He welcomed the tight, almost painful feeling in his throat as the cold air entered him. "Dear fae, why do you hide from me so?" He said loudly, his voice coming out in a deep, scratched tone as if a demon has taken over his chords. Well at least he knew now he could talk. He guessed if he got talking a little more the scratchiness would fade a little, not that he cared though. His pallid pools never left the crouching form of the vixen as he waited for a response.


Are you game to play with the devil?

[[Yeah that's cool, someone has to reply don't they? ]]

[Akila]

The femme did not faulter in her statued state. She did not blink. She did not shiver. Only her eyes moved, following the dark figure as it moved slowly, apparently in no particular direction. In fact, she could not actually tell if it was moving, or whether it was just her vision deceiving her. After all, it wouldn't be the first time.

It didn't take long for her to realise that the Brute's, thats was he was, she noticed, orbs had spotted her. He did not move any closer, though. Infact, he didn't appear to move and inch away from where he stood. He just seemed to . . stare. It wasn't a glare, exactly, yet it wasn't the most friend;y of looks either.

Akila considered sinking herself lower into the snow, but where would that get her? She couldn't spend all of her life hiding from things she didn't even know the danger risks of. No. She would be brave. She managed to get through her run in with those horrible two legged's, and their pathetic excuses of mutt helpers. What damage could one wolf do, appose to that?

The ivory fae stood up, holding her head in a stance that told the brute that she was not afraid of him. "Who said i was hiding?" She called back, a faint, teasing smirk playing across her maw.

(( not my best of posts, my muse has just POOFED D: ))