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MAXIMUS PAYNE [atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2lbm4w5.jpg] The lage white wolf who dawned crimson markings walked through the lush foliage of the valley. It was such a beautiful site to see, though when one has quite seen it many times throughout such years as his; beauty often withered and died. To those who did not know the secet, this was what it was. That those who wished immortal life were truly fools of all time. Those who wished to be like the Gods. Had they knew one thing that Maximus alone knew, it would surly enlighten the path of that warrior for all eternity. He who knew the Gods knew that they were jealous beings. The longed to have what they did not. What one thing the Gods did not have... Was death. While the lives of many warriors, including thse of Maximus' closest friends and brothers in arms, died on the line of freedom; the scythe of the reaper dared not touch a God. Maximus was, according to the legends of his, a God. He had many a times skipped the beat of death when she banged her drum. His ears did not hear her coming while the weaker of auds drifted to her siren's song; never to return to him. His greatest love had fallen to death as well as his expectancy to ever raise pups. Along died his heart, mutating into a living, breathing thing that rather sucked the life from him than give it. Maximus was long past that beauty of youth, though the golden age was yet to come for him. He had no choice but to live life as it came. "Take and give and take and give until in the end, We're all satisfied... And you are Set Free" THE WORDS OF|| Maximus SPOKEN TO|| somebody THE UNSPOKEN||ooc

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[•Caela•]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i302/PittyLova/caelamiddle.gif] Dainty paws covered the female phantom lightly through the tall grasses of the valley, her lithe frame weaving between the long green, yellow, and brown flora. Rounded triangles stood in mock pride upon her feminine skull, the felt lined receptors listening closely for the sounds of any approaching creatures. Icy orbs were wide in wonderment as she scanned the lands before her. This valley was new to her, most likely for a second time. So many things pulled an amazed expression upon the wolfess' features as if she were a pup exploring the world for the very first time. Everything was appreciated, everything was beautiful in her eyes. The white hued fae was rather exhausted, apparent by the slightly clumsy steps taken by normally quiet paws. Several sticks were snapped and the greenery ruffled during her passing, noises that would be silent in any other state of mind. A deep sigh pushed from dual nares, in an elongated stream of breath just before her straight path twisted into another direction. The rhythmic pace that the fae had held now slowed falling slightly off beat. Rest was something that she could no longer deny her body allowing gravity to sink her frame into a plush bed of clover. Two pure white paws crossed over each other, her elegant muzzle resting gently upon them. Her body was stretched out to it's fullest length, her full plume the only feature breaking the straight line as it curled to the right. It was by far not the safest place for slumber, yet she could have chosen worse places. The thick overgrowth surrounded her resting place offering a decent amount of protection from view. She had drifted swiftly into a dream state. Yet her dreams were always nightmares, filled with nothing but blackness. Dark...it was all that filled her memories and it was only reiterated through sleep. This is why she so frequently avoided it. Many noises had filled her senses, the sound of the wind blowing musically through the valley, the songs of the birds, shimmying of distant trees. Yet the vague sound of a gentle beat against the soft earth caused felt lined auds to spring forward. Alabaster shades slowly lifted, pupils enlarging and shrinking in an attempt to focus upon reality.

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MAXIMUS PAYNE [atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2lbm4w5.jpg] Maximus slowly turned his direction and took into a trotting pace. There was simply no need for him to be here; to be anywhere near here much less around a pack of domesticated used-to-be's. However, he had long since had a lure catch him. Why? He did not know. Was it his intuition telling him to join pack? Or was it simply a need for the old loner to abide by company? Whatever the case, it was the only thing that kept him in the lands he loathed so much. Everywhere there was the smell of two-legged masters and four-legged slaves. And hence so he had picked up the trail of one now. Or... Was it... Maximus stopped in his tracks. It couldn't be... Domestic. It was wild, yes, but with a smudge of dog on it; most likely from communication. A... Wolf no doubt. Normally, the brute refused contact with any others below the highlands he had once reigned a kingdom and he did seek to turn away from this one.... But this scent... He followed it to the resting place of a white little feminine puff. The sweet perfume was stronger now and all at once memories burst through the doors of his receptors. Ears high, tail low and in a dominant, calm-assertive and gentle voice he spoke; nearly breathless he was: "Caela" A low whine came from him; a gray king, near tearfully happy at his findings. The last of his pack members... THE WORDS OF|| Maximus SPOKEN TO|| Caela the Sweet THE UNSPOKEN||ooc

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[•Caela•]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i302/PittyLova/caelamiddle.gif] Felt lined auditories swiveled with each near silent step as the beat grew louder with its approach. A pink tongue slipped nervously along her slender maw, crystalline orbs shifting to watch the green earth. It was as a child who was afraid of the dark would do, hiding in their blankets. One extreme or the other was always the way with this fae lately, either she was sure to attack first to attempt to frighten the one who invaded her space, or she would be come extremely submissive. Though submission had only occurred once before, but for some strange reason her body automatically founded this position as soon as the strangers scent was pulled within her nares. A delicate tiara lowered slightly, her auds finding their way gently upon her skull as her gaze stayed fixated upon a single strand of grass as it twisted in the light breeze. Muscles tensed under her pelt, contracting and calming continuously as she attempted to force herself into a relaxed state. Though she was sure that the male, from the smell of it, could undoubtedly hear the rhythm of her heart as it palpitated frantically. Then the voice was offered, the deep calm voice seemed to pull her forward by an invisible force. The wolfess' light frame rose fluidly from the resting position, blue pools now searching the paws before her. Although her position shifted, the submission still occupied her frame, a thick white plume tensely curling between her hocks, her skull held at shoulder level before the larger male. The word he called out to her seemed rather familiar, yet he must be mistaken. As the atmosphere continued to stay calm her gaze finally lifted to meet the wolf before her. The shift was slow, taking in each feature of the fellow white wolf's frame, studying him for future use if necessary. Furry brows stitched together curiously as her eyes locked upon his. She was silent for a moment, the wrinkles etched within her canvas a sure sign of the confusion, of the blackness taunting her now more so then ever. The fae assured herself that she indeed had not met this wolf prior to this moment, she surely would have remembered such a magnificent animal. A soft voice oozed from her maw as if it pained the phantom to speak, "E...ex...excuse me?" Her brows dipped deeper within her face taking one last look over the male before her before continuing with her question, "Do...do I know you?"

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MAXIMUS PAYNE [atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2lbm4w5.jpg] It could have been some cheesy soap opera, the way his face twisted into something that had no hint of mystery. He harbored no loners toughness, no agressiveness; he could barely contain the alpha position that had splayed upon him almost naturally. He stared at her with awe as her own feature contorted. She looked the same, smelled the same and theree was no doubt that an alpha would ever forget his pack. But there was something different about her. Something that made his heart sink into the pit of his stomach. "E...ex...excuse me? Do...do I know you?" Maximus averted his eyes. This wasn't happening. He couldn't have made such a stupid mistake. There was no doubt. He wasn't old, he wasn't senile. "Trinity. It's me sweetheart. It's Maximus." He growled, furrowing his brow with the concern of a father and a hint of fear. If sh wasn't the one, he swore he would just end his pitiful life right now. But coincidences that smelled this fishy could not be over-looked. He took a step forward and investigated her scent. It was the same blueprint. The exact same. But why was she so different now? Why didn't she remember him? THE WORDS OF|| Maximus SPOKEN TO|| Caela the Sweet THE UNSPOKEN||ooc

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