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#1
It had been some time since he had found Vasilica. Found out about her betrayal. She had left to join another. Live under someone else's rule. No matter the real reasoning... he would not-could not simply forgive. He was not the forgiving sort. Instead, a darkness manifested. Splintered like ice. He felt torn in two... between the woman he loved and the woman that betrayed him.

Ebon paws angrily crushed against soft soil. Snow only peaked at the mountain's top now, in the prime of Summer all the ice had gone. It immediately made him crave the numbing sensation of ice. The bitter wind that stole his breath back at the Cascades. But that was no home. It was a place to spend in solitude. He had done enough sulking. Enough wasting away. All that time wasted. When he could have been building his Empire.

The night's shadow tried its best to soothe the restless man as he began to figure out exactly where his borders would lay. Weaving in and out of Pines. The thin trees reminded him of home back in Mirahl. Perhaps that was what drew him to live beneath the shadow of the Volcano.

He had yet to pick out any source of food, either. Only the occasional stray hare or fox. How odd... he could make do, though. There was always bountiful prey somewhere else.

He continued onward, wondering whom would grace his presence this night.

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#2


Krampus was hardly a bump in a snow-laden landscape. She had always been thin, lithe, but now with her self-imposed isolation and her paranoia of coming down from the mountains, her frame teetered on the cusp of being too thin. Bones didn't protrude harshly from her skin, but they could be seen suctioning to her flesh as she twisted this way or that and yet despite the hunger that continuously gnawed at the lining of her stomach, she was at peace among such unforgiving terrain. The constant exposure did not bode for an easy existence, but it was surely the one she deserved. The volcano was a rare treat one she didn't often indulge in. It provided a measure of heat and since the icy winds weren't out to thwart her today, she'd chosen to curl near the gaping maw of the wicked thing and steal some of the heat from the ground while she napped in lazy leisure. It wasn't the safest decision, but the Earth was warm, a stark contrast to the snow she'd burrowed into and that heat sunk into the marrow of her bones.


She was disturbed from her slumber not because the time roused her, but because her ears picked up the crunch of another's paws in the snow. Her ears twitched, her skull lifted and her eyes swiveled in their sockets, seeking the source of the sound as she fought off the remaining lethargy of sleep. He was not hard to spot. An inky stain of onyx stood out with glaring offensiveness among the snow. Even half blind, she could spot him from a mile away. For a long moment she was silent, merely studying him, in truth she would have been content to remain a silent specter and to let him plod right past but he was headed straight for her and it was only a matter of time before he spotted, stepped on or caught sight of her as she slunk away. That really only left her with one option whether she appreciated it or not. "Lost in thought? Or do you also enjoy the contrast of heat and ice?" Not the most traditional salutations, but Krampus always tried to avoid giving her name... if she could help it. For now, she remained prone, lying in her cold/hot patch, but her musculature was tense, prepared to move at a moments notice. Always prepared for the worst... White Timber used to tease her but such precautions were the only reason she still drew breath.

"Broken legs but I chase perfection, these walls are my blank expression. My mind is a home I'm trapped in and its lonely inside this mansion"

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#3
Large paws crushed thin, crisp snow that danced and sparkled under the moon's tender touch. His usual regal sway and swagger had gone, now, his steps were more tantrum-like. Crushing and stomping everything that came his way. He cared not for the flowers that blossomed. He cared not for the foliage that he crushed past, his eyes were an icy storm of rage, ailed by his bitter, frigid heart. The smell of sulfur hit him first, ash and smoke as he neared the Volcano. But the coolness of the snow was an odd contrast to the heat that began to boil his veins.

"Lost in thought? Or do you also enjoy the contrast of heat and ice?" He heard a voice before he saw her. Whispering tones came from a small frame of ivory, with eyes that pierced a frosty yellow. A huff expelled from ebon' nostrils. Slowly forcing down his rage, his hurt and turmoil and replacing it with a cool and suave exterior. Both. His voice called back, crackling like thin ice under hot flame.

As he neared closer; he spotted how thin she looked... he was not much difference, though he had gained some weight back; the shine within his eyes, too... he was not as strong as he wished to be. Fur and muscle barely kept him sheltered against the cold. But it was a forceful reminder... never to let himself be ruled by such false emotions. Never to allow himself to be hurt again. Did I disturb your slumber? He was not in the mood for small talk, really... but he had things to do, foundations to build. He could not do it alone. So, he would put on a some-what friendly mask. Hoping to find wolves of a similar ilk to his own.

Indeed, it would be his hardest task.

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#4


Krampus remained where she was, but subtly pulled her limbs beneath her while her tail coiled elegantly around her haunch. She did not trust the world around her, a pinnacle of cruelty and malice, she found it irresponsible to simply assume every encounter would be a pleasant one. She wouldn't tense like a war shy pup but she would ready herself enough to move if such became necessary. Half blind, the mountain fae watched him through a singular golden globe and at his curt response, she simply nodded. Easy acceptance. Krampus was not entitled to his truth, whether he lied or bore his soul was his own discretion. Her lack of intrusion was largely the reason her presence was so easily forgotten. A thing wisp of a thing trapped between the dark corners of the world, chasing time.


He moved towards her, seemingly enthralled by some piece of her and Krampus languidly pushed herself to stand. It was a fluent motion that encompassed a bowed stretch before an involuntary shudder snaked down her spine and she stood still. The stranger was thin, a shade healthier than her own saturated frame but still tender. She wondered what cruelty had befallen him to cause his frame to sink within itself. No pleasant anecdote breeds emaciation. Her eyes flickered away from his build and back to his own sapphire oculars. Up close, it was quite apparent that Krampus was half blind, her left eye was glazed in a smokey film and the pupil never changed in dilation.


"No, you disturbed a cat nap, lulled by the heat of the volcano... nothing I could not reclaim again." Her words lacked any kind of irritation or bite. Even though her delivery was blunt, her words were always honest. "Few venture this far North, what brings you so far into such unforgiving terrain?" Common pleasantries were such a rarity for Krampus that she felt awkward navigating them... but she would try, the scarred dame did not go out of her way to be rude.

"Broken legs but I chase perfection, these walls are my blank expression. My mind is a home I'm trapped in and its lonely inside this mansion"

table ▶▶ claerie. manip ▶▶ Molly
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