Bane

Ahhh... now this looked like a promising place. Here, many wolven would gather to hunt, and here he could find others to join his pack. The deep gray alphen of Sora Asiatic settled himself down on the grass beneath a tree and waited for something to happen.

Atticus

It had been a while since Atticus, or 'Voa' as the human called him, and parted from the rag-tag group. He didn't much care for humans, and he wasn't one for sticking with family. But he quickly found out that one could only cause so much destruction while roving alone, and there was no one to back him up in case of retaliation.

Coming to the realization that he needed a pack to support him, the large hybrid found himself traveling through the Prairie. Unfortunately, his muzzle and nose had been horribly damaged and dissfigured by his father during their last fight, and he could detect odors no better than a human could. With his nasals more or less crushed in, he was also forced to breath through his mouth.

So it was that the alabastor and grey beast came stalking to within a few yards from Bane without even noticing the other.

Bane

Yes, and here came someone now! Someone... who'd obviously seen the wrong end of an intemperate someone else. With a slight snarl to his voice, Bane lifted a lip and spoke. Tangle with something you couldn't handle, then? Yes, he was quite the rude and obnoxious fellow, but he was trying to get a rise out of Atticus, trying to see what sort of wolven he was.

Morelia, Contora and Sucuri

"Sucuri, If you complain one more time that you're hungry, I'll tear out your throat." Came a snarl of bitter anger, as Morelia finally snapped at her niece. Sucuri, who had been complaining about their lack of food for at least an hour now, just growled, before stalking back to her mother.

"Morelia just had a go at me, Mom." She muttered, drawing level with her mother as they followed Morelia across the grass Prairie. "That's hardly my fault, you have been complaining a lot, dear. You know your aunt has a short temper." Contora sighed to herself. Her sister did indeed have a short temper, and the power to back up her anger. There were still things her year old daughter, Sucuri, needed to learn, and it looked like Morelia would be teaching her the hard way.

Morelia finally relaxed as her neice ran back to Contora, and was actually quite proud of herself that she hadn't lashed out at Sucuri. Still, her nerves were frayed, and it wouldn't take much to make her boil over again. Her cold yellow eyes spotted the two wolves. Prehaps they could point them in the right direction of a pack?

Approaching bane and Atticus in a slow, but arrogant manner, Morelia fixed them both with a hard stare; a small smirk lifting the corner of her mouth. "I doubt he could lose a fight, got plenty of muscle this one," she hissed, in a flirtatious but venemous manner as she glanced to Atticus, "What are you two doing out here, eh? Looking for trouble?"

Contora and Sucuri came up to stand a few feet behind Morelia, both simply watching in silence.

Kalei

Kalei, the snowy blind fae, padded slowly in this terrain. She wasn't at all familiar with this land, but something had pushed her to come here. It was a scent, one she knew well and had grown a hating for as a young adult. It was Bane, the male whom had injured her sister, so serverly, and whom had even injured her, lthough Kalei cared more for her sister than her own injuries. She wasn't fool enough to try and fight him, not alone at least. She knew her weakness would be more of a burdan here, an unfamiliar place, even more so that her home. To top it off, her fighting was nothing like the rest of her familys. It wasn't her fault, life took away her sight, something that is important when engaged in battle. Sure her nose was sensetive, but it was nothing compared to sight in battle.

So from her spot down wind of Bane, Kalei's harks were on high alert, listening to his words while keeping her scent hidden. She had to stay crouched low, for even with the grass being tall, her snowy coat could still be easily picked out if she wasn't careful.

Atticus

Atticus stopped dead in his tracks when he realized he wasn't alone. A mane of bristled fur rose along his neck and spine, while his deadly canines were bared, "Oh, I handled it alright." The hybrid rumbled in reply, though this was a flat out lie. It took the combined effort of his siblings to force Legosa away for good. "And I'll handle you if you wanna make another smart-ass comment!" Though he was a creature with a short temper and hot attitude, Atticus wasn't normally this aggressive. He was just not use to being on his own for so long, and it made him jumpy.

The hybrid gave a deep sigh, forcing himself to take his anger down a notch as he realized just who he was talking to. His nose didn't tell him a whole lot, but the brute looked somewhat familiar; a vague face from his past. "...Bane?" Atticus questioned suddenly, before he heard the voice of someone new. "Maybe..." Atticus replied with a smirk, turning momentarily from Bane as he eyed up the females.

Bane

Bane was about to give another stinging comment, because he was just that way, before the dual interruption of the approaching femmes and the sound of Atticus speaking his name caught his attention. Always, ladies... And then, his eyes turned sharp as he turned to face Atticus. Where did you come across that name? His own nose was nigh unto useless, having been torn apart by his sister long ago. Though not so crippled as his sister's, his nose could not always recognize a scent that ought to have been familiar to him, much less one he hadn't smelt since he was not yet a yearling.

Atticus

Reluctantly drawing his sights from the ladies, Atticus switched his thoughts back on the other, "We lived just south of you." Came his reply, as the memories trickled back. "Your alpha had to pupsit us once." There was a bit of a scoffing tone to this, but the memories were almost welcome ones. Those had been the days when the family was together, more or less, and he almost regretted the way he treated his siblings. "Ah, yeah... you might better know me as Warbane." The hostility faded from him a little, though it was filled in by ego just as quickly.

Bane

Listening to Atticus, Bane quickly put his conniving mind to work, trying his hardest to remember... finally a fuzzy memory popped into the forefront of his mind, and he nodded, turning back to him. Oh yes... that means you're the son of Legosa and Aaka, does it not? The elder litter, if I make no mistake. Yes I remember you now... and I seem to remember you have a temper, am I right? The smile was back again, so much slyness and coyness dripping from it as to be completely disgusting.

Atticus

When the names of his sire and dam were mentioned, a mixture of hatred and sadness shivered through him. Hatred of Legosa, and a surprising sorrow for the loss of his mother. "You remember correctly." Atticus confirmed, giving a twisted, leering smirk of his own, "And I'm sure you've heard what has happened to the great White Wolfess of the Silver Glades." Some of the arrogance shied away when he said this. As cocky as his words sounded, there was a hint of respect in them as he reffered to his late dam.

Bane

Yes, he'd heard a great deal about Aaka from White Noise, enough to know that she was alphess of the Silver Glades, mate to Legosa, sister to Moon Spirit and Storm Warning, and... the one-time love of White Noise. His respect for his foster "father" was what forced a reverent tone into his voice as he replied to Atticus.

Yes... I have heard that the great Aaka has fallen, and that Kekochoi stands accused. It is well enough that my father has disappeared, or your cousin would pay dearly for the loss of Aaka. She may yet still, if your father gets a hold of her... And, softer still... You know... my father loved your mother, as long as I knew him. But she chose your father. In a different set of circumstances, we might have been brothers... It was soft, meditative, but also said with a sort of crooked smile as he pictured what sort of siblings he and Atticus would have been.

Atticus

Stiffling any annoyance or anger, Atticus listened passively as Bane spoke of Aaka, Kekechoi, and what could have been. "Hmmph, well, you'd be a step up from Phelan. I'll give you that." The hybrid conceeded, even though he did care about his cowardice brother. "I'll deal with Kek later, but I seriously doubt she's the culprit." Atticus added as an afterthought, alomst to himself. He wasn't exactly what one would call 'intuitive', but he found it hard to believe that the friendly hybrid could have done such a thing.

Finding the converstation rather uncomfortable, Atticus cleared his throat loudly, "What of your dad, anyway? Do you run the show now?" He inquired.

Bane

Bane was unsurprised to find that Atticus did not believe Keko could do it, but then, he wouldn't be. While he'd never known Keko himself, he'd heard that his biological father's friend Karai considered her to be part of the family, which automatically disengaged her from any suspicion of dark deeds. I wouldn't know, never having known her myself. I'll take your word for it.

But the subject of White Noise turned him to that topic, a raised eyebrow and an even tone complimenting his words. Run the show? Well, yes, I suppose I do, at that. What of it? He wasn't really my father, anyway.

Atticus

"Oh yeah?" Atticus responded, feigning boredom and a casual tone still as he worked his way up to an idea that had wormed into his mind. "You the only one there, then?" Asking to join a pack was not something that the fiery-tempered hybrid was inclined to doing, but he could hardly stand being on his own any more. If White Noise was no longer in the show, Atticus felt considerably more at ease. It wasn't that he disliked the other brute, but he was a bit wierded out about the whole love-triangle thing with his late mother. As far as he was concerned, Atticus didn't mind if he never saw White Noise or Legosa ever again. Especially that latter of the two.

Bane

Keen as his mind was, Atticus' bored tone made him look up from his musings, meeting the male's eyes briefly, weighing him a moment. And for once, there was nothing challenging in his gaze... only... calculating. Considering. Finally, he seemed to find what he wanted, and nodded, his voice also even and calm as he replied. Indeed I am, for the moment. And no more.

White Feathers

A white wolfess padded through the r back. She was the beta of her fathers pack. She had a black stripe starting at her nose and traveling to her back and that was the only black on her. She yawned. She had 6 month old pups that were back with her sister and mother and father and so she was daring to venture out alone. She yawned and stopped when she came upon the two.She just stood there not sure what to make of them.Would they be friend of foe?Her tail flicked and she barked to let them know she was there.

Atticus

"Really?" Again, with the casual and indifferent tone, as if the information meant little to him. After allowing a moment of silence, so he wouldn't sound too eager, Atticus spoke up again, "Must be hard protecting that land by yourself. You know, I've got nothing better to do..." The alabastor hybrid trailed off as an unfamiliar bark came his way. He turned sharply to see White Feathers, "Who are you?"

Bane

Bane had raised one eyebrow as Atticus continued speaking, and had just come to understand that he was about to ask to join the pack when the sound of White Feathers' greeting made him turn his head to gaze silently at her as he waited her answer to Atticus' question.

White Feathers

She approached now they knew she waas there her tail remaining slightly lower then an alpha's.My name is White Feathers, I am the daughter of Kalaber and Black PlaqueShe spoke watching them and not showing any fear what so ever.

Atticus

"Feathers?" he repeated, working over the names of the parents she offered. He knew of Kalaber, an ally of his mother's ally... or, something like that. Black Plague was foreign to him though. "You want something?" He posed next, narrowing his eyes slightly, though without any malice.

Bane

Bane's eyes also narrowed, though this was directed really at no one. His brain was ticking silently as he watched them interact, watching for any signs... that she could be useful to him. Surely, she was pretty enough, as his roving eyes were quick to note, and apparently had some good ties, as his brain informed him after only a little research. Now, if only the wench had a brain...

White Feathers

She listened to him and snorted.Maybe you should check your attitude when your talking to someone then maybe I would be obliged to say something to youShe then looked to bane.why don't you speak if it is okay for me to ask

Atticus

A wry smirk lifted his lips, showing off the tips of his fangs as he chuckled, "Aww, aren't you a sassy thing? I like that." Atticus gave a light shake to his fur, sending off a few stray flakes of snow that had drifted into his alabastor pelt, "Well, Feathers, since you gave me your name, I'll give you mine. Atticus, son of the almighty Aaka and Legosa." The label he gave his parents was simply dripping in sarcasm.

Bane

Bane was watching them in intense amusement, though this was revealed only through the flashing eyes as he answered Feathers' question. "It is always better to remain silent when one has nothing to say." And, with that enigmatic comment, he gave a flash of fangs that might have been a smile and said, "And I am Bane, son of White Noise." He neglected to give a mother's name, nor did he choose to inform Feathers that White Noise wasn't his birth father. That wasn't her business. At least, not yet.

White Feathers

She yawned and listened to atticus.Well when you've had shit happen to you then you must become stronger and a bit more crueller in waysShe replied nodding to his name.She then looked to bane.She liked him already. Why talk when there is nothing to say? That was the truth.Well Bane your an interesting one but i agree with you

Bane

Her answer pleased him, and he let her see it, a quiet smile spreading across his normally cold and forbidding features. "Well, a clever lass you are, then. Many I've spoken with begrudge me my silence, and yet you see the value of it. It tells me that you are intelligent, a rare thing in these days."