Sentry

[My†hril]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] Dusk had slipped away allowing the shadows to drape eerily over the human tombstones, and mounds of earth marked with slightly swaying wild flowers. Death lay like a peaceful blanket over the silent plot of land. The clouds above drifted across the moon's face leaving broken rays of silver cast to the earth below. A stray waterfall of pale moonlight fell on a a lone canine sitting atop a small flat stone table, the ivory and onyx of her pelt, the utter stillness of her frame added to the illusion that she was a well preserved remnant of the humans who'd decorated their graves with statues . It was the occasional flicker of midnight brushed alabaster soldiers that gave proof that the fae was flesh no stone. The cooling breeze played through the thickness of her pelt further shattering the image. But such thing were beneath her notice, what care did she have for appearance. Her thoughts were far off, lingering on another life. There had been a time when she'd welcomed the company of others, now she shunned it. Nothing was worth the pain of having someone who means something to you riped away, either of their own free will or anothers. The encounter earlier with the pair from Metnal had only reaffirmed that feeling. Trust only led to betrayal, it was an inevitable. That deep wide chest expanded then retracted on a shuddering sigh, for a moment the clear crystals of her gaze shut themselves off from the world. That heavy skull dropped so that her chin rested against her chest. The familiar wave of sorrow and pain that always came with the memories seemed to weigh the fae down. Without realizing it a low barely heard whimper escaped the ridged control she always kept on such useless displays of emotion.

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] Through the darkness the white shadow crept in a determined yet silent pace that carried it over the humans' land of the dead. It had been at least two years since he last stepped foot upon these cursed lands, since he last allowed a thought of humans to cross his mind. Yet that interestingly aloof fae was powerful enough to pull the alabaster beast here once again, far from the security of his home lands. Cropped receptors found themselves alert to the sounds of sun down, chocolate pools scanning the darkness for any hint of movement. Though his sight was failing him through his travel nasal cavities were working overtime, the sweet scent most compared to that of a fresh field of wild lupine urging each massive paw forward. Normally he would have let a canine go along on their merry way, yet the very fact that this particular fae was completely uninterested in his antics, and had so smoothly outwitted Tsunami had him craving for more. Many would question the "more" considering he received nothing from the beauty. Luciano needed answers, he needed to know where he went wrong with this one femme. Through the questions and the mental torture he was sustaining the very small flicker of an aud caught his attention. The mastiff paused watching the statuesque figure of the one he was seeking, the moonbeams played tricks upon his sleek pelt offering a ghastly appearance in such a location. The Latin canine was one to watch and observe many times and this was an opportunity he grasped tightly onto this evening. His rear slowly lowered, as if moving to fast would offer his position causing the multi-hued female to be off once again, settling upon the cooled earth.

[My†hril]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] A sound, almost unheard even in the silence that hovered over the graveyard. A mask slid smoothly into place, one of an emotionless distant demeanor. A single radar twisted sideways before that cranium followed suit, lifting to cast the frozen silence of her gaze over across the graveyards expanse. Searching, seeking the source of that single footfall she'd heard like a beacon pulling her from her wayward thoughts. Moments would pass before eyes accustomed to the darkness found the solitary figure of a ghostly canine. A faint sense that she'd crossed this dogs path before tugged at her mind. In silence she studied the white brute, mentally attempting to place where she'd seen him before. Thought she kept to her silence, unwilling to invite any form of conversation. With any luck he'd continue onward. There was no sense of a threat about his form, but that meant little, she knew better then most what it was like to wear a mask that left one's company guessing. Several heartbeats later the Husky deliberately twisted the length of that skull around, refocusing her gaze on the cloudy sky over head. Even as she returned to that statue like state her complete attention was focused on the beast who was not outside of her vision range. Twins, while being trained forward listened intently for the approach of paws on the flower be speckled lands. For the sound of his breath that would herald an unprovoked attack. The weight of his gaze seemed to drill into the back of that distinctly feminine canine dial, causing a bit of unease to race through the duel toned fae's veins.

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] The silence between the pair grew to nearly a scream as the pumping of his own blood filled receptors. Ears were searching for a sound to pick up on, turning onto it's own body to fill the scorching need. Finally recognition from the husky was offered causing muscles to ripple under his pelt and push him into a slightly hovering position over the earth. It was as if he wanted to go to her, yet knew better then making such a move at this time. His dark optics attempted to lock with her light, searching them as they roamed over his physique. Typically he would assume she was taking in something she rather liked, admiring the muscular frame he so proudly held. Yet this female was rather different as was noted upon their first encounter. As expected not quite enough attention was paid to the Argentinian dog, her gaze turning away and focusing on some far away place within her own mind it seemed. She could ignore him, but he wouldn't go away no matter how hard she tried. Allowing the bi-colored femmora time to adjust to his presence Luciano finally decided to make his attempt at another conversation. Powerful haunches pushed him to a the stand his body had automatically attempted to rise into earlier, propelling him smoothly forward toward the ever alert fae. The expression continued to hold a softness to it, the gently smile only tugging lightly at boxed tiers. Each step was slow and calculating, like somebody approaching a crazed person yielding a weapon. There was no fear however, only worry that she would turn and run off forcing him to chase after her trail once again. Motion ceased two stone markers from her resting place, a large skull lowering to shoulder height as if to prove his intentions were not of ill will. "'Tis a beautiful evening, no?" His words rolled fluidly toward their target, purposely not referring to the fae as he normally would. Perhaps she did not like the complements? Maybe that is what turned her off of him that day?

[My†hril]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] "Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." The liquid tones lifted into a soft whisper before falling silent. It had been inevitable she supposed that the Metnal pack member would approach. The longer he'd sat there the more firm that bit of knowledge became until finally he pressed to his paws and made his cautious way closer. Fully expecting some flowery bit of non-sense to flow from his lips she was somewhat surprised that he had chosen to lay a compliment to the cloud filled night, she'd responded almost automatically, saying the first thing that came to mind. The eerie glow of glittering silver moonbeams poking their way through occasionally lit the earth below, or a stone marker, even as the one that lent her dual toned pelt a ghostly appearance faded leaving them in a bit of quiet darkness. Ill at ease with her unwelcome company Myth's visage shifted round to face him once again. "I remember you, so far from Metnal lands. And alone. Your little princess did not accompany you on this trek into the freelands?" For a moment her lip curled upward at the thought of that fickle Rotti. But even that thought was a waste, it wasn't likely she'd ever cross her path again. Of course she'd thought the same about the ivory brute that sat a few stones from her own pedestal. Once more that impassive mask slipped into place as her attention once more refocused on the males presence that even now interrupted her trek back in time. Perhaps it was that very reason that the usual flare of annoyance that accompanied anothers approach had failed to rear it's head within that wide breast. His unexpected interruption had halted that well worn path down memory lane, a path she had no desire to tread despite the lessons learned.

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] The gentle sound of her vocals seemed to enchant the white beast. Optics narrowed ever so slightly as the large smile fixated upon his maw spread in reaction to the words chiming. Yes, surely everything held it's own form of beauty. It was found in the eye of the beholder as the saying went. Luciano's mind was generally one tracked when it came to the subject however. Any radiating the most wonderful sweet scent only a female canid's body could conjure was the definition of beauty to the alabaster dog. External looks had very little to do with what he found attractive, yet they never did hurt. Now this fae, she was something quite different. The most memorizing scent, such a beautiful creature to the eyes, and the strength to act unimpressed by the warrior. Internally he fought the desire to allow his gaze to roam, training it solely on the fae before him. A massive skull dipped in response to her comment, offering his agreement, his own vocals weaving their way through the night air, "Many do not appreciate the beauty around them. I much prefer evenings such as these, unlike the stereotypical clear starlit nights." Orbs rotated skyward, a boxed chin lifting slightly exposing the soft, vulnerable neck for the world to view. Chocolate pools washed over the clouded atmosphere examining the rays of light as they struggled to pierce through the dark gray blanket hovering over the earth. He held the silence for a moment too long before offering an explanation of why he found so much beauty within this night, gaze locked above, "Nights like this offer a story. The drama of the struggle for survival. Most of the moon's beams will not survive the war against dark and light tonight. Darkness will prevail." Only now was she offered full attention once more. Though the words he spoke were full of proof of which side he stood in the good versus evil battle that enveloped the world in which they lived his featured were soft and genuinely friendly. A single receptor shivered as confirmation that the beauty did indeed remember him was received. His mind pulled up an unsurprised facade against the rest of his being, though deep down he was rather taken aback that she did not completely forget about him. A deep chuckle rolled from his larynx as Tsunami was referred to as "his princess". Cranium shifted side to side, "No, no, no. You see, amor, you have it all wrong. Senorita Tsunami believes that she owns every male that crosses her path." The rocking of his frame stopped, muscular shoulders rising and falling as he continued, "I simply do not wish to upset her so often play along with her. The only way I know how to be a friend to the delusional girl." Rounded paws shifted, ebony claws gently scraping the loose earth below his weight as he considered a way to offer this stranger the attention in a new and innovative way for the Argentinian Mastiff. The smile that seemed as if it would permanently stretch his canvas slowly dissipated as soft irises attempted to search her own for any sign of what was underneath the facade this fae held so well. The brute's skull tilted off balance toward the left, brows reaching toward one another offering a curious yet concerned appearance. "You seemed to be quite into your own thoughts when I arrived." The fact was stated, though as it completed it's journey toward the femmora it was obvious it was simply an opener for questioning. The one inquiry he had was obviously not a general wonderment, but closely linked to his obvious observation of the husky prior to their speaking, "Is all well?"

[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/Untitled-31.jpg] Why did this part of the lands always seem so quiet at nights? The chirps of insects were vacant in the air and it felt as if you could hear things from a mile off from where you stood. This was all untrue, though, of course. The large Rottweiler brute would have heard the voices before he placed his first paw on the holy earth if it had been true. He was still too far away for either party to notice one another. He had no real physical reason to be here. His humans were not buried here, and even if they were, he imagined that they would not wish for him to visit their rotting corpses. Mainly because he was the one that was forced to end their lives. Or so he had thought at the time. So many lives he had taken that night. So many haunting memories. At the time, Typhoon was led to believe that it wasn't the canines turning on the humans. He was told that, in fact, the humans were dead set on murdering countless dogs for nothing but sheer fun. He had been so foolish to believe it all. So blinded by his love for his family, his sister, that he didn't dare second guess the apparent fear in her eyes. No matter how much he felt he didn't belong here, the brute continued on. His deep brown eyes scanning over the jumbled mess of letters on each gravestone. To anyone watching him, they might assume that he knew what all these words the humans had carved into the slate grey stone meant. Of course he didn't, though. He was merely trying to figure them out. Typhoon could almost understand the burial process. He couldn't bare to watch small scavengers rip apart those whom he had once loved either but the markers above their final resting place were completely lost to him. He slowly meandered along through the jumbled array of gravestones until a familiar word hit his auds. Tsunami. His footfalls stopped completely along with his breath. A massive head was raised higher, ears pointing forward in the direction the word had come from. Having no idea who the two canines up ahead were, he moved quickly towards them. A scowl formed on his maw when another familiarity hit his nostrils, the Metnal stench bringing back a wave of memories into his head. The scowl quickly vanished, though. He was still not going to force himself to their level. A low sound rumbled around within his throat before it emerged as just a clearing, not wanting to startle the two canines. He walked casually from the shadows, head still held high. His brown eyes shifted from the white brute who was clearly the Metnal member, a warrior if Typhoon remembered correctly before sweeping over towards the older Husky who seemed less than interested in the company she kept. Typhoon couldn't blame her, really. A smile formed on his maw as his greeting. This smile was specifically reserved for the fae, but he would allow the brute to believe it was his to share.

[My†hril]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] "And yet tonight is but one battle, in the end light will always win the war." Her words would pause briefly before she would add almost thoughtfully. "And yet you can not have light with out the dark, such an odd circumstance." Falling silent Mythril would contemplate that very situation, it was strange how each side would believe they were in the right. It was their right to do as they did, so in truth the war between good and evil was more or less in the eye of the beholder. For instance the Doberman bitch who'd led an army of four legged beasts. In her mind it was her right to fight for freedom, to harm those who had caused such harm to her. But what would you see if you stepped across the battle-lines and into the shoes of a two-legger? It was a mystery that will more then likely go unsolved in her lifetime, since man had been wiped clean from the isle. Still the battle was fought daily. Its combatants may or may not be aware of their participation, but everywhere the Huskies colorless frozen gaze drifted she could see the war, or signs of it. Casa Nova's voice tugged her from the thoughts that ran rampant through her mind. Again the smooth pivot of that cranium twisted about so that her gaze could rest on the white brute, disgust filled the snort that followed his explanation of Tsunami. The rotti was nothing more then a spoiled brat, and he the indulgent parent. Still it wasn't for her to judge what a pack did among themselves. If the Metnal pack wanted to coddle a delusional creature, then so be it. So she simply gave no comment to these words. Just as his following words were met with a stony silence and an unwavering icy gaze. Did he truly believe she'd open up to a complete stranger? It was a wasted effort on his part though. Mythril rarely if ever offered up anything personal. Such actions often brought about the pointless endeavor of friendship, an institution she'd had plenty of experience in. Oh yes, in the beginning things were wonderful, in the end it was nothing more then deceit, betrayal, and pain. No matter how hard she'd fought to make it right, she'd been lacking in something, somewhere. Why else would sibling against sibling, mother against father, mate against mate? These half memories were concealed from view, hidden behind that ever present emotionless mask. Eventually that unblinking gaze would shift around once more, returning to the cloudy light display overhead. Not more then five heartbeats later the sound of a clearing tthroat would bring the leanly muscled fae's attention back to the earth. Onyx frosted alabaster ripple down and across her neck, back, and shoulders in a fluid wave while those pearls of black floating amid a glaciers ice surveyed the eerie world for the source of the foreign sound. It had come from a throat that belonged to neither she nor her white stalker, thus there must be a third to join this little late night gathering. Inwardly Mythril groaned as a distinctly masculine scent twisting on the faint breeze reached toward the blacken pits shielding sensitive membranes. It was a vaguely familiar scent though laced heavily with that of the Barzakh Pack rather then Metnal, which was an oddity as the black and rust of a rotti's visage was found. Strikingly similar to the empty headed bitch whose name had been present moments before. If her nose hadn't told her that this was in fact a male of the breed she'd have thought it was the fae herself being conjured up because of their brief talk about her. But since it was obvious in both demeanor and sex that he in fact was a he and could not be the female rotti. That and the fact that a smile crossed his mew instead of a sneer when his gaze swept across her own frame. The smile was answered in the typical Myth fashion, a blank silent gaze that held no interest merely tolerance. Her features held a distinct indifference though that muzzle dropped a fraction of an inch in greetings, the only visible sign that she was a living creature and not the statue she mimicked there atop that crumbling pedestal of marbled stone. The liquid velvet of her voice remained silent as her attention drifted from Rottweiler to Mastiff and back again.

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] A single brow quirked at her determination that the light shall always prevail. Her words pulling a deep chuckle from the wide chested brute, the sound vibrating against the atmosphere. Luciano knew where he would stand in the eyes of most, across the battle field upon the dark side. Most of the canines upon the island never had to feel the pain of a human's boot, feel their stomachs knotting with a need for nourishment, or know what it felt like to be locked in the darkness forgotten about to rot in your own feces. If they had chances were they would understand why the Metnal Pack thought of themselves as revolutionaries, and even heroes. Certainly there were a couple of exceptions, and those still held an important role on their front lines. Despite what most of the island believed Luciano was proud of what happened, he was proud to walk with the devil, if that's what his pack was truly doing. If there was one thing that the mastiff believed above even how wonderful he was, it was that Metnal was truly the good side. The side that risked their lives to save themselves, and every other canine that walked this island at that time and in the future. A smirk suggesting his take on it all lit his features before offering only a small peek at his opinion on the matter, "Well, then I shall hope that my stance on good versus evil is correct. If not I shall still go down fighting." The statement was casual as if it really wouldn't matter either way to the alabaster canine. He was who he was, and he was loyal to his pack so no matter where in the earth's plan they stood he would stand beside them. His questioning received nothing, as usual from the husky fae. No emotion touched the feminine features nearby, no hint of allowing him into her head. Orbs narrowed slightly in thought wondering what had happened to make her close up as she did. But before he could configure another plan a deep rumble echoed across the cleared area only dotted by the occasional tree and monuments of stone. Without much concern a massive crown swiveled to allow his gaze to fall upon the rottweiler. Instantly it was obvious as to who this black and tan beast was. The Argentinian dog's face twisted into yet another smirk, yet this one was of great amusement. Good old Typhoon had made an appearance. Luciano hadn't mingled with him while he was on Metnal territory, the poor lug was too busy being manipulated by the Queen and her second in command. He wouldn't mistake the Rottweiler for another however. The seemingly relaxed posture of the gent was noted by a chocolate stare. Luciano figured it was the Typhoon act that had been mentioned by others who had seen the fight from afar. It was very difficult for the mastiff to hold his tongue, wanting to mentally nip at the patience this male seemed to hold. How long would it take for him to snap? An image of beast against beast flooded his mind, the idea of tasting the metallic fluid causing his smirk to seem almost manic for a fraction of a moment. If only they had met in a different situation, where he was not trying to lure this female into offering some sort of real conversation about herself, the night would have gone much differently. It was rare that Luciano found another to be a worthy opponent. A cool, relaxed greeting contradicted his thoughts, "Good evening, Typhoon. How are you faring?"

[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/Untitled-31.jpg] A soft smile remained, just lightly touching the features of his face, as he studied the two canines. The fae showed nearly no response to his arrival while the smirk, that called out for his tolerance to be broken, was plastered upon the Metnal brutes face. Now-a-days, Typhoon was certain of nothing, especially when it came down to anything that involved a Metnal members presence, but assumptions still floated around within his skull. His assumption now was that the Husky was indeed a freelander. And the only reason Typhoon could think of Lucianos placement here was to manipulate the older fae into something. Having previously heard bits and pieces of who this white brute was, Typhoon rested on the assumption that his constant search for love is what had forced him to leave his pack and venture further into the island to find it. Inwardly, his eyes rolled at the thought. Outwardly, a steady gaze was laid upon him. Typhoons reply to the brutes question came directly after it was laid upon him, wasting no time in thought. No time to show any emotion. "Quite well, Luciano." The large Rottweiler also decided to waste no time on things that mattered little to him, obviously avoiding returning the question back at Luciano. "I'm afraid I couldn't help but overhear the mention of Tsunami." His attention shifted back over to the older Husky, his smile now creasing his face though a look of pity was held in his eyes for her. Not for her involvement now with this Metnal member, but for her previous encounter with his hard headed sister. "I hope she didn't cause you too much grief. She's quite a paw full. You must have an extreme amount of patience for the both of you to come out unscathed." Not really meaning to, he saw his opportunity to wedge himself between Luciano and the fae. When he noticed it, though, he took it without a second thought. Although he figured this fae could hold her own quite well, a little help never hurt anyone. From her demeanor, she seemed to hold little to no interest in Luciano... or in Typhoon. Again, something completely understandable. If nothing else, he could provide the fae with her opportunity of escape if she chose to take it. "I'm Typhoon as Luciano mentioned previously. I also hope that he isn't causing you too much distress. They all have that one thing in common." A soft and short chuckle escaped his throat as his eyes flicked back over to the Metnal brute, for no other reason than to gage his reaction. Other than that flick of attention, he completely ignored Luciano, wedging himself deeper into the conversations. When it came down to it, lately, Typhoon had no real interest in anything that happened outside of his pack. But old habits died hard, and occasionally they would resurface as they did in this very moment.