Kianga

A creamy-gray tiara tilted up into the fading sunlight, cursing the feeling that her soul was dying with it. Too many questions...

Kianga shook her head to herself, brooding. Aaka... what did she want? Why, after practically ignoring the Sedge Creek pack, and her family, for so long, did the white alphess suddenly feel the need to socialize again? Poor Aunt Moon Spirit was tortured enough, knowing that her sister hated her. What could have ever possessed Aaka to bring that pup?

Liam... Kianga had seen the echoes of old sadness and fear in Karai's eyes, all centered around Liam...

With a snarl, she flung herself down, fighting the hopeless feeling inside her. Each day, the sun rose in glory, only to be defeated by the coming of night. And it seemed... life was that way too...

Lost in her meditation, she scowled up at the moon. What's the point?

Blackout

it's once again all gone black;
it's no question, that darkness is back

Under cover of night, the black wolf slunk easily through the brush. Her back rolled along like a feline's, limbs carrying him stiffly along the ridges, numbly, even. He had been traveling for a good while now, and it wasn't helping his head or paws any. At all.
Now this wolf had not a care in the world. His family was back 'home', he was here wandering, just searching for a place. Nothing could make his life any better, or at least he figured. He liked how he lived now. This life of solitude was quite the thing for him, and he was enjoying it.

Suddenly, not paying any attention to where he walked, he nearly toppled right into the fae that appeared to be having a moment of personal brooding. He had quickly changed his course, then, stepping over her side instead. With a sudden gasp as he did, he practically startled himself with his sudden breath, and spun around to lay his dark golden eyes on this wolfess. It took a moment to register what had happened, but then he simply shook it off. "Who are you?" he asked slyly, narrowing an eye in suspicion.

i am called blackout
i was born a male;
blessed a gray wolf;
live as a loner;
court no mate;
have no family;

Kianga

And suddenlt this suspicious black fellow was interuppting her brooding. With a scowl, she looked up at him, voice cold. What business is that of yours? She turned the back of her head to him, though she did not leave. After all, she had been here first. HE was invading.

Blackout

Blackout only gave a sneer, chuckling at her antics and words. Did she know who he was? Obviously not. He was new around here, after all. He didn't take kindly being sass-mouthed by anyone, though, unknown or not.
"I'm not here for your sass-mouth, fae," he stated back, his own voice becoming quite cold, edged in a mocking tone. He liked a good little scuffle every now and then.

Kianga

She glared back up at him, still not moving, voice colder still. Oh really? And where do you usually go for it?

Her words were all bristle, all snarl... but she was trying to hide it. It wasn't this stranger's business... those were her family's problems, and not to be shared with him. She kept the snarl in her voice, her face... but she could not quite force it into her eyes to complete the picture. Unlike her friend Keko, she had never been the master of her eyes. They always revealed her trouble.

Blackout

The black brute only stood there, with a look that showed nothing but true 'I don't care-edness'. Then his eyes gleamed, catching a flash of the moonlight overhead. "Does your mother know you're out wandering at night? A mouth like that can only get you trouble." he then stated, giving a brisk yawn, settling his rump down on the ground, facing her. He didn't care if she told him anything or not. He had just been passing, and she was the one who had nearly tripped him. Besides, such a persona, he would have mistakened her for a big pup or something.

Kianga

Mother... now that had struck a trigger inside her, and she faded completely into herself. Ma... she'd been missing for months, almost a year now, and Da too. And now Keko had pups that had no father...

Her voice was hopeless and fireless as she finally answered him. And what do I care of the trouble my mouth will bring to me? Now, death is the only adventure left to me, the only thing left to be desired.

She didn't meet his eyes as she spoke, didn't look at anything. Her eyes were closed, as she had closed her soul away from this male. He shouldn't have mentioned Ma... that was a tender subject.

Blackout

Blackout gave her a nasty look, one of more mock than his voice. He had no clue of anyone around the valley, so how was he to know that she didn't care about anything? "Death is only another adventure beginning," he stated with a sneer, waving his banner in circles behind him. He didn't know what this fae's problem was, but he wanted to find out. For his own benefit.

Kianga

Now she was blantantly ignoring him, looking about herself as if to discover where the nameless disembodied voice was coming from. But finally... well after all, even though he was a stranger, he was someone. And what were the chances of them ever meeting again, of ever having the chance...?

Kianga. My name is Kianga. Her voice was soft, but it held iron that told the male to watch his step. She was so afraid... not that he would reject her, exactly... after all he was no one she knew, why should she care? But she was afraid he would turn out like all the others... all flash and fire, and not concerned with her, not caring that she existed, cutting into the part of her soul that she had dared to show. One false move, one wrong word... and she would close up again, and never come out.

Blackout

Blackout only continued to sit there, beginning to scratch behind his ear in a bored manner. He really didn't care about her, that was the thing. But the more she refused to tell him anything decent, and stayed withdrawn from him, the more he wanted to find stuff out. It'de all be useless to him anyway.
"And I am Blackout." he stated, finished with scratching and then simply sitting there. "Named so quite well." he then ended, quite proud of his name.