Post by tanniyn on Sept 13, 2007 20:39:47 GMT -5
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Azriel - adult male cougar
Crimson - adult male gray fox
Gradual Incline
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The rocky, grassy ground eventually begins to escalate, turning into a large slope up into brush and trees, mostly confiers, but dotted with the leaves of oaks and birches dappled throughout in plentiful numbers. The soil is not as rocky as below, but considerably rough, with small to sizeable boulders lying about like large plates and cobbles stamped into the ground by giants. A large set of old, weathered boulders jut at a small peak out of the incline, creating a small lookout-like area, sturdy enough to hold most creatures. Burrows of small animals lie around it and the other boulders, likely homes to ground-dwelling rodents. The ground here is also constantly covered in a layer of dead leaves, needles and tiny plants. The slope moves upwards, and a noticable worn path extends out from a multitude of smaller ones, the smaller ones running down into the wood like tributaries.
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Where is that blasted bird when he needs him. -_- Grummble. Azriel makes his way from the trees upon the incline of rock and brush. He pauses here, green gaze sweeping across the area. Ash was harder to find then the dinner his belly was craving. A lip quivers in irritation before Azriel slowly slides back upon his haunches. Ears twitch fowards and the male emotionless stares off into the distance, eyes narrowing boredly. His mind was thoughtful, but it wouldn't show on his features much. Muscles flex and relax as he eyes the dotted clouds in the distance and the setting sun. What others would find beautifully romantic, Azriel simply finds annoying for his own private reasons.
The falcon known to most as Ash is also being sought, though this particular creature would not have called the avian by anything other than Winged One. A sign of respect, perhaps? Crimson lies comfortably on top of one of the boulders, thick tail curled up around his paws. His head alternates between resting as well to occasionally gazing around the surrounding area. The falcon never gave any indication of returning, yet Crimson has no doubt that the avian's curiosity (or incredulity, perhaps) would indeed bring him back to this part of the forest. Sooner or later, he would be flying past. But.. what's this? That's no avian--that's a cougar! His eyebrows raising slightly, Crimson looks curiously at the large feline, wondering what purpose he or she might have for coming this way. Interesting.
Ever get that feeling your being watched? Azriel's ears twitch and he frowns, slowly becoming more irritable by the second. Green gaze sweeps the area once more and he pauses, eyes sliding back over something he'd thought was simply part of the boulder not far off. Eyes narrow drastically as he spots the fox, nose twitching. The look on his face screams, 'What the **** are you looking at?' but what comes out of his maw is something completely different. Voice is deep, slightly gravelly, and rolls off his tounge with a sort of percise silkyness that drips with a hint of venom. A confident voice, one that someone who knows what they're doing, or will do, would have. "Can I help you.." he mrrs deeply, tail giving one single flick.
Not that Crimson has known many cougars during his lifetime, but the few that he has encountered all seemed to have shared this same characteristic: sheer arrogance. Their size, their impressive set of teeth and claws, their agility and strength... and their own very real awareness of how powerful they are. The gray fox atop the boulder merely continues his stare at the cougar with his friendly dark eyes. After a moment of considering the feline's question, he answers in somewhat of a similar voice, dark and malicious, "Only if you kill wolves, big cat." His eyes narrow slightly, gauging the feline's reaction to his statement.
Azriel mrrs deeply at the foxes reply and his response is a short chuckle. Only if he kills wolves. Azriel would kill his own mother if the price was right, or he was bored. The male turns his gaze elsewhere and stands, stretching his legs as he does so. "Cute. A fox with a vendetta against wolvesss," Azriel mrrs slowly. Arrogant? Why yes he is. Fully aware of his strengths and brute size? That too. Stupid? Far from it. The male turns back to the fox, ears cupping fowards and eyes narrowing thoughtfully, "You stare at a fellow as if with a motive. I know that look. What are you looking for foxx.." he drawls, raking the grond idly with is claws.
Those dark eyes never leave the cougar, and almost seem not even to blink. "You mock me, big cat? I speak to you in seriousness. I kill wolves." Suddenly he's up on his feet--his short height doesn't contribute much to his intimidation factor, but perhaps he'll be taken a bit more seriously by this cougar if he appears as passionate and driven as he definitely feels. "I am not seeking for you to do anything. There is only one reason I am here. I seek news of a young wolf whose blood sings to me. I hunt her. She will die. Nothing else matters." A slight shiver runs through the vulpine, as if an enormous amount of energy is just waiting to be let loose.
The male doesn't flinch as the fox stands, he simply stares at him. "Did I say I was mocking you /fox/," comes his slow hiss. Azriel shifts his weight and slowly closes the distance between himself and the small creature. "That so.." he mrrs, "Well you'll be needing some help if you even wish to /touch/ this she-wolf. You know how those /packs/ work.." the male almost spits at the word, shoulders rolling. Pack animals. Pfft. The male mrrs deeply, whiskers twitching however curiosity hinting at this cougars eyes. "What does a fox have dealing with matters of death concerning wolves," he questions, "And why, might I ask, is this single /dog/ so important." Que brow arch. Mock he does not, sincerely curious? Well if he wasn't he would have walked away by now.
"And what would cause you to believe that I require assistance in completing my hunt?" Now it's Crimson's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Pack animal though she be, her foolishness has already caused her to leave her protective parents and venture out into the surrounding lands. In fact,"--he cocks his head to one side, still looking intently at the cougar, as a slight note of questioning enters his voice--"she was very nearly killed already, had it not been for the intervention of one of her friends... a cougaress." The gray fox isn't stupid enough to believe that this particular male knows who he is referring to--after all, cougars are a very solitary and wandering sort of creature. But then again... who knows?
Azriel smirks, tail snapping side to side, "Well then why haven't you killed her already if she is so vulnerable hm?" The male lifts his chin slowly, eyeing the fox now more seriously. "Cougaress?" He knew a few females, nothing personal, just in passing. However due to the most recent meetings and the vauge memory of a wolf leaving the border of that Amaranth place Azriel begins to wonder. "What was this cougaress' name fox?" he mrrs deeply, brows furrowing breifly.
He didn't say he was mocking Crimson, but his demeanor sure seems to indicate such an intention. Regardless, he does have a valid question. Crimson's own tail twitches briefly as he answers: "For me to kill a wolf requires great patience." Obviously. His much smaller size couldn't possibly hope to win in a direct fight against a lupine--even a small one, such as an adolescent. "I gather information on her while I wait for just the right opportunity." He smiles, eyes widening. "Her blood will spill without any of her packmates noticing." If he's judged her correctly, she will most likely chafe against any restrictions placed on her by her parents or packmates. And once she wanders away from the protected area of her den... She will die. Crimson is content to meditate on such a glorious thought, except that he suddenly realizes that the cougar had asked another question. "Ahh, yes. The cougaress." Another headtilt borne out of curiosity. "The young wolf called her... Maul." Yes, that was it. Maul.
Yeah yeah yeah. The male listens to the fox half curiously as he rambles about spilling the young shewolfs blood. Good for him, critter has a spunk doesn't he. Hmph. As the fox gets to the bit about the cougaress the males attention perks and Azriel smirks softly, "Maul? Possibly short for Maulisho," he rummbles. How many Mauls are there running around the woods? Besides.. she already showed frienship for wolves. The male rolls a shoulder and chuckles deeply, "She's.. cute," Azriel rummbles. His definition of 'cute' compared to many others was... well... it wasn't the same.
Maulisho, hmm? He'll remember that, should he ever encounter her. The gray fox blinks in sudden surprise at the cougar's admission. Maul... cute? Now isn't /this/ interesting! "You know her, then?" he asks, voice taking on a dangerous quality. "Is she your mate, per chance? ... making you an indirect friend of this.. shewolf?" But even if not, this Maulisho was most certainly a friend of Larkspur, and therefore deserved to have her blood spilled out as well. But first things first.
Azriel almost busts out laughing as the fox questions him, /him/, and scowls darkly. He leans fowards, his face drawing close to the smaller foxes, "It's no business of yours." As he settles back upon his haunches the male smirks, "But no. That female is not my mate." Azriel's too good for one female alone. XD Bfah. The male shifts his weight as he focuses his gaze levely upon the lupin. "But I do know her," more aquaintances but hey, that could change should he wish it. "I've not seen this.. wolf, though."
If he hasn't seen Larkspur, and if he's not a friend of wolves, then Crimson really doesn't need to give a second thought to this cougar. But of course, he's not going to outright /say/ that... diplomatic tact when dealing with much bigger creatures is always necessary, it seems. "You will, perhaps.. notify me, should you come across her?" He expects a negative answer, but still.. no harm in asking, right? Settling down on his haunches, Crimson narrows his eyes slightly. "It would be.. appreciated, should you do this."
The cougar remains quiet for some time, eyeing the fox thoughtfully. "If I had nothing better to do," like he does, "I'd simply go retreive her for you." The cougar chuckles before cracking a joint and mrring deeply, "If this Maulisho is friends with said shewolf.. don't you think she could lead you straight to her? Most wolves don't enjoy cougars upon their territory, so if young Larkspur wished to see her friend she'd have to travel outside it's borders," the cougar explains. "If that helps your cause.."
"Maulisho is most definitely a friend of Larkspur, so why would she ever want to lead me to her?" Crimson would consider himself pretty high on the intelligence spectrum, but surely even this cougar could understand such an obvious answer. But maybe if word could be sent /to/ Larkspur... would she indeed leave the safety of her packlands? Something to think about. The Winged One that he encountered just yesterday comes to mind; perhaps he would be willing to carry such a message. But what would it say? What would convince Lark to come forth?
Azriel chuckles softly, "Why does she have to know she's leading you to her?" the cougar questions, "That small detail could be perfectly left.. out," Azriel mrrs. "If the two are indeed friend, eventually, Larkspur will leave her packlands to visit Maulisho. Why not conveinently be at the same place?" he continues, "As for Maulisho interfering with your plans.. I could take care of her." Why is he deciding to help this lupin? Because Azriel thrives on chaos and destruction, and it sounds like fun. The male rummbles deeply in thought before shrugging a shoulder, "Perhaps if this Larkspur heard her friend was in need, for help or simply the companionship of her friend, she'll willingly leave her packlands. Females are like that afterall.." he mutters.
Hmmm. This cougar has raw ideas would could potentially be forged into a good plan of action. Crimson is fairly sure that he could catch Larkspur somewhere on her own packlands during a night where she's fairly unprotected, but it would be a /lot/ easier if she were drawn away from her packmembers. As for Maulisho, should Crimson really be concerned about her? Unless she's telepathic or psychic or something, there is no way that she could possibly realize the danger her friend is in. But still.. better to be safe than sorry, right? "How exactly would you ensure that Maul will not interfere?" he asks, eyes narrowing. More a question of why-should-he-trust-this-stranger-cougar-in-the-first-place.
He finally outright laughs. "Because dear /friend/. She's a female." That's all he has to say. Azriel has his own way of dealing with females. The male smirks and leans fowards, eyes narrowing, "If you fearing to trust me or not small friend," he hisses, "Do as you wish. I tell you now that I will only help you because I thrive on the destruction of harmony. Should I ever need anything, I'd sure hope you would lend a paw," he mutters slowly, a dark sneer gracing his features. "Besides," he adds, leaning away to glance over his shoulder, "It would be fun to mess with her head for my own purposes." Azriel looks back to the small fox and arches a brow, "Also.. a bodyguard of muscle would do you well should her pack ever catch on and you find yourself with angry wolves on your tail."
The gray/red-furred vulpine slowly shakes his head in amusement. "Do not concern yourself over whether I will be chased by wolves. I do not fear them, unless they have learned how to climb trees, or crawl into small burrows." His tail sweeps to the other side. "You thrive on the destruction of harmony, you say? That is why I kill wolves. They have always been responsible for everything bad in my life, so I feel obligated to return the favor. Destruction of their harmony... I like that." The fox smiles again, dark eyes twinkling. But his voice carries an edge of bitterness: "See that Maulisho, this.. /friend/ of wolves.. suffers, and I shall do the same to Larkspur." His smile widens. "Her blood /sings/ to me, cougar, and I cannot ignore the call!"
Azriel smirks faintly, ears twitching. "Well should you need, I've offered." Crimson may find that Azriel's size may come in handy eventually. The male yawns, jaws clicking together with a dull snap. "I'll do with her as I wish," he murmurs, "But I will aide you in getting this.. Larkspur, have no doubt." It sounds like fun. It sings to him? Well isn't that interesting. He's met weirder. The cougar grins slightly bemused before he shifts his weight, brows lifting, "And what might be your name, small slayer of wolves hm?"
. o O ( 'Because, my son... that is the color of wolf blood. /Fresh/ wolf blood.' ) -- Crimson still remembers with vivid intensity the time his mother explained his name to him. It hadn't been much longer after that when wolves had viciously ripped his mother apart, further driving home the bitter hatred he had for the species. Bringing his attention back to the present, he gives the cougar a dip of his head, acknowledging his offer of assistance. "My gratitude to you, cougar. I am Crimson. Named after what I seek. What sings to me." He slowlys lowers himself back down to his belly, going back down to his former resting position on top of the boulder.
Azriel stores the name with the face and likewise dips his head. He begins to grow tired of being in the same place for so long and so stands, stretching his back as a few vertebrea crack and pop in the process. "It's a pleassure to meet you Crimsson," he drawls as he does so, his mind already directed now towards Maulisho more then it had been in the previous days. "I'll be seeing you," he murmurs. The fox had unknowingly made a rather useful ally. Before he turns the cougar fixes that green stare upon the fox, "Azriel," he murmurs. Upon giving his name, the cougar turns and begins to move off into the trees, pace steady and slow but deliberate.
Azriel - adult male cougar
Crimson - adult male gray fox
Gradual Incline
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The rocky, grassy ground eventually begins to escalate, turning into a large slope up into brush and trees, mostly confiers, but dotted with the leaves of oaks and birches dappled throughout in plentiful numbers. The soil is not as rocky as below, but considerably rough, with small to sizeable boulders lying about like large plates and cobbles stamped into the ground by giants. A large set of old, weathered boulders jut at a small peak out of the incline, creating a small lookout-like area, sturdy enough to hold most creatures. Burrows of small animals lie around it and the other boulders, likely homes to ground-dwelling rodents. The ground here is also constantly covered in a layer of dead leaves, needles and tiny plants. The slope moves upwards, and a noticable worn path extends out from a multitude of smaller ones, the smaller ones running down into the wood like tributaries.
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Where is that blasted bird when he needs him. -_- Grummble. Azriel makes his way from the trees upon the incline of rock and brush. He pauses here, green gaze sweeping across the area. Ash was harder to find then the dinner his belly was craving. A lip quivers in irritation before Azriel slowly slides back upon his haunches. Ears twitch fowards and the male emotionless stares off into the distance, eyes narrowing boredly. His mind was thoughtful, but it wouldn't show on his features much. Muscles flex and relax as he eyes the dotted clouds in the distance and the setting sun. What others would find beautifully romantic, Azriel simply finds annoying for his own private reasons.
The falcon known to most as Ash is also being sought, though this particular creature would not have called the avian by anything other than Winged One. A sign of respect, perhaps? Crimson lies comfortably on top of one of the boulders, thick tail curled up around his paws. His head alternates between resting as well to occasionally gazing around the surrounding area. The falcon never gave any indication of returning, yet Crimson has no doubt that the avian's curiosity (or incredulity, perhaps) would indeed bring him back to this part of the forest. Sooner or later, he would be flying past. But.. what's this? That's no avian--that's a cougar! His eyebrows raising slightly, Crimson looks curiously at the large feline, wondering what purpose he or she might have for coming this way. Interesting.
Ever get that feeling your being watched? Azriel's ears twitch and he frowns, slowly becoming more irritable by the second. Green gaze sweeps the area once more and he pauses, eyes sliding back over something he'd thought was simply part of the boulder not far off. Eyes narrow drastically as he spots the fox, nose twitching. The look on his face screams, 'What the **** are you looking at?' but what comes out of his maw is something completely different. Voice is deep, slightly gravelly, and rolls off his tounge with a sort of percise silkyness that drips with a hint of venom. A confident voice, one that someone who knows what they're doing, or will do, would have. "Can I help you.." he mrrs deeply, tail giving one single flick.
Not that Crimson has known many cougars during his lifetime, but the few that he has encountered all seemed to have shared this same characteristic: sheer arrogance. Their size, their impressive set of teeth and claws, their agility and strength... and their own very real awareness of how powerful they are. The gray fox atop the boulder merely continues his stare at the cougar with his friendly dark eyes. After a moment of considering the feline's question, he answers in somewhat of a similar voice, dark and malicious, "Only if you kill wolves, big cat." His eyes narrow slightly, gauging the feline's reaction to his statement.
Azriel mrrs deeply at the foxes reply and his response is a short chuckle. Only if he kills wolves. Azriel would kill his own mother if the price was right, or he was bored. The male turns his gaze elsewhere and stands, stretching his legs as he does so. "Cute. A fox with a vendetta against wolvesss," Azriel mrrs slowly. Arrogant? Why yes he is. Fully aware of his strengths and brute size? That too. Stupid? Far from it. The male turns back to the fox, ears cupping fowards and eyes narrowing thoughtfully, "You stare at a fellow as if with a motive. I know that look. What are you looking for foxx.." he drawls, raking the grond idly with is claws.
Those dark eyes never leave the cougar, and almost seem not even to blink. "You mock me, big cat? I speak to you in seriousness. I kill wolves." Suddenly he's up on his feet--his short height doesn't contribute much to his intimidation factor, but perhaps he'll be taken a bit more seriously by this cougar if he appears as passionate and driven as he definitely feels. "I am not seeking for you to do anything. There is only one reason I am here. I seek news of a young wolf whose blood sings to me. I hunt her. She will die. Nothing else matters." A slight shiver runs through the vulpine, as if an enormous amount of energy is just waiting to be let loose.
The male doesn't flinch as the fox stands, he simply stares at him. "Did I say I was mocking you /fox/," comes his slow hiss. Azriel shifts his weight and slowly closes the distance between himself and the small creature. "That so.." he mrrs, "Well you'll be needing some help if you even wish to /touch/ this she-wolf. You know how those /packs/ work.." the male almost spits at the word, shoulders rolling. Pack animals. Pfft. The male mrrs deeply, whiskers twitching however curiosity hinting at this cougars eyes. "What does a fox have dealing with matters of death concerning wolves," he questions, "And why, might I ask, is this single /dog/ so important." Que brow arch. Mock he does not, sincerely curious? Well if he wasn't he would have walked away by now.
"And what would cause you to believe that I require assistance in completing my hunt?" Now it's Crimson's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Pack animal though she be, her foolishness has already caused her to leave her protective parents and venture out into the surrounding lands. In fact,"--he cocks his head to one side, still looking intently at the cougar, as a slight note of questioning enters his voice--"she was very nearly killed already, had it not been for the intervention of one of her friends... a cougaress." The gray fox isn't stupid enough to believe that this particular male knows who he is referring to--after all, cougars are a very solitary and wandering sort of creature. But then again... who knows?
Azriel smirks, tail snapping side to side, "Well then why haven't you killed her already if she is so vulnerable hm?" The male lifts his chin slowly, eyeing the fox now more seriously. "Cougaress?" He knew a few females, nothing personal, just in passing. However due to the most recent meetings and the vauge memory of a wolf leaving the border of that Amaranth place Azriel begins to wonder. "What was this cougaress' name fox?" he mrrs deeply, brows furrowing breifly.
He didn't say he was mocking Crimson, but his demeanor sure seems to indicate such an intention. Regardless, he does have a valid question. Crimson's own tail twitches briefly as he answers: "For me to kill a wolf requires great patience." Obviously. His much smaller size couldn't possibly hope to win in a direct fight against a lupine--even a small one, such as an adolescent. "I gather information on her while I wait for just the right opportunity." He smiles, eyes widening. "Her blood will spill without any of her packmates noticing." If he's judged her correctly, she will most likely chafe against any restrictions placed on her by her parents or packmates. And once she wanders away from the protected area of her den... She will die. Crimson is content to meditate on such a glorious thought, except that he suddenly realizes that the cougar had asked another question. "Ahh, yes. The cougaress." Another headtilt borne out of curiosity. "The young wolf called her... Maul." Yes, that was it. Maul.
Yeah yeah yeah. The male listens to the fox half curiously as he rambles about spilling the young shewolfs blood. Good for him, critter has a spunk doesn't he. Hmph. As the fox gets to the bit about the cougaress the males attention perks and Azriel smirks softly, "Maul? Possibly short for Maulisho," he rummbles. How many Mauls are there running around the woods? Besides.. she already showed frienship for wolves. The male rolls a shoulder and chuckles deeply, "She's.. cute," Azriel rummbles. His definition of 'cute' compared to many others was... well... it wasn't the same.
Maulisho, hmm? He'll remember that, should he ever encounter her. The gray fox blinks in sudden surprise at the cougar's admission. Maul... cute? Now isn't /this/ interesting! "You know her, then?" he asks, voice taking on a dangerous quality. "Is she your mate, per chance? ... making you an indirect friend of this.. shewolf?" But even if not, this Maulisho was most certainly a friend of Larkspur, and therefore deserved to have her blood spilled out as well. But first things first.
Azriel almost busts out laughing as the fox questions him, /him/, and scowls darkly. He leans fowards, his face drawing close to the smaller foxes, "It's no business of yours." As he settles back upon his haunches the male smirks, "But no. That female is not my mate." Azriel's too good for one female alone. XD Bfah. The male shifts his weight as he focuses his gaze levely upon the lupin. "But I do know her," more aquaintances but hey, that could change should he wish it. "I've not seen this.. wolf, though."
If he hasn't seen Larkspur, and if he's not a friend of wolves, then Crimson really doesn't need to give a second thought to this cougar. But of course, he's not going to outright /say/ that... diplomatic tact when dealing with much bigger creatures is always necessary, it seems. "You will, perhaps.. notify me, should you come across her?" He expects a negative answer, but still.. no harm in asking, right? Settling down on his haunches, Crimson narrows his eyes slightly. "It would be.. appreciated, should you do this."
The cougar remains quiet for some time, eyeing the fox thoughtfully. "If I had nothing better to do," like he does, "I'd simply go retreive her for you." The cougar chuckles before cracking a joint and mrring deeply, "If this Maulisho is friends with said shewolf.. don't you think she could lead you straight to her? Most wolves don't enjoy cougars upon their territory, so if young Larkspur wished to see her friend she'd have to travel outside it's borders," the cougar explains. "If that helps your cause.."
"Maulisho is most definitely a friend of Larkspur, so why would she ever want to lead me to her?" Crimson would consider himself pretty high on the intelligence spectrum, but surely even this cougar could understand such an obvious answer. But maybe if word could be sent /to/ Larkspur... would she indeed leave the safety of her packlands? Something to think about. The Winged One that he encountered just yesterday comes to mind; perhaps he would be willing to carry such a message. But what would it say? What would convince Lark to come forth?
Azriel chuckles softly, "Why does she have to know she's leading you to her?" the cougar questions, "That small detail could be perfectly left.. out," Azriel mrrs. "If the two are indeed friend, eventually, Larkspur will leave her packlands to visit Maulisho. Why not conveinently be at the same place?" he continues, "As for Maulisho interfering with your plans.. I could take care of her." Why is he deciding to help this lupin? Because Azriel thrives on chaos and destruction, and it sounds like fun. The male rummbles deeply in thought before shrugging a shoulder, "Perhaps if this Larkspur heard her friend was in need, for help or simply the companionship of her friend, she'll willingly leave her packlands. Females are like that afterall.." he mutters.
Hmmm. This cougar has raw ideas would could potentially be forged into a good plan of action. Crimson is fairly sure that he could catch Larkspur somewhere on her own packlands during a night where she's fairly unprotected, but it would be a /lot/ easier if she were drawn away from her packmembers. As for Maulisho, should Crimson really be concerned about her? Unless she's telepathic or psychic or something, there is no way that she could possibly realize the danger her friend is in. But still.. better to be safe than sorry, right? "How exactly would you ensure that Maul will not interfere?" he asks, eyes narrowing. More a question of why-should-he-trust-this-stranger-cougar-in-the-first-place.
He finally outright laughs. "Because dear /friend/. She's a female." That's all he has to say. Azriel has his own way of dealing with females. The male smirks and leans fowards, eyes narrowing, "If you fearing to trust me or not small friend," he hisses, "Do as you wish. I tell you now that I will only help you because I thrive on the destruction of harmony. Should I ever need anything, I'd sure hope you would lend a paw," he mutters slowly, a dark sneer gracing his features. "Besides," he adds, leaning away to glance over his shoulder, "It would be fun to mess with her head for my own purposes." Azriel looks back to the small fox and arches a brow, "Also.. a bodyguard of muscle would do you well should her pack ever catch on and you find yourself with angry wolves on your tail."
The gray/red-furred vulpine slowly shakes his head in amusement. "Do not concern yourself over whether I will be chased by wolves. I do not fear them, unless they have learned how to climb trees, or crawl into small burrows." His tail sweeps to the other side. "You thrive on the destruction of harmony, you say? That is why I kill wolves. They have always been responsible for everything bad in my life, so I feel obligated to return the favor. Destruction of their harmony... I like that." The fox smiles again, dark eyes twinkling. But his voice carries an edge of bitterness: "See that Maulisho, this.. /friend/ of wolves.. suffers, and I shall do the same to Larkspur." His smile widens. "Her blood /sings/ to me, cougar, and I cannot ignore the call!"
Azriel smirks faintly, ears twitching. "Well should you need, I've offered." Crimson may find that Azriel's size may come in handy eventually. The male yawns, jaws clicking together with a dull snap. "I'll do with her as I wish," he murmurs, "But I will aide you in getting this.. Larkspur, have no doubt." It sounds like fun. It sings to him? Well isn't that interesting. He's met weirder. The cougar grins slightly bemused before he shifts his weight, brows lifting, "And what might be your name, small slayer of wolves hm?"
. o O ( 'Because, my son... that is the color of wolf blood. /Fresh/ wolf blood.' ) -- Crimson still remembers with vivid intensity the time his mother explained his name to him. It hadn't been much longer after that when wolves had viciously ripped his mother apart, further driving home the bitter hatred he had for the species. Bringing his attention back to the present, he gives the cougar a dip of his head, acknowledging his offer of assistance. "My gratitude to you, cougar. I am Crimson. Named after what I seek. What sings to me." He slowlys lowers himself back down to his belly, going back down to his former resting position on top of the boulder.
Azriel stores the name with the face and likewise dips his head. He begins to grow tired of being in the same place for so long and so stands, stretching his back as a few vertebrea crack and pop in the process. "It's a pleassure to meet you Crimsson," he drawls as he does so, his mind already directed now towards Maulisho more then it had been in the previous days. "I'll be seeing you," he murmurs. The fox had unknowingly made a rather useful ally. Before he turns the cougar fixes that green stare upon the fox, "Azriel," he murmurs. Upon giving his name, the cougar turns and begins to move off into the trees, pace steady and slow but deliberate.