Mizfits [Atrox Fatalis]

[R-TRUTH]

[bg=00000a][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=border,0,true] The frost never bother him. It welcomed him more than a mother welcomed her pup. The fact of the matter was that the snow was much like him; his comrade, his wingman, even though it did nothing to hide his cinnamon coat from prey. It was a good thing then, that he didn't feel like hunting right now. Right now, he was exploring the great lands of... what ever ugly bastards that had been here and made this mess. Whoever did it, didn't give a damn how it looked like to others. Talk about half-assed presentation. His heavy paws tread on the virgin snow lightly as the drops of mother natures frozen tears showered him abundantly. Snow was much like problems. No matter how many times you shook your fur of it, the damn things just kept laying themselves on like clingy prostitutes with a need for a fix. Then again, he'd always said that problems are only problems if you have solutions to them. His personal favorite solution was to taste a little blood. Whether it was his or the one he dealt with, he really didn't care as long as he left the way he came: Free, large, in charge and more importantly without the results of castration. A man's worse nightmare is obviously loosing his manhood and he was no different. What kind of a man would he be if he didn't care? Definitely not the R-Truth he was now. With a powerful leap, he thrust his body into the air, landing on a fallen pillar that led to the top of an old, snow-capped building. The roof wasn't too high from the ground but it certainly gave a good view. From where he was standing, he could see the large lake he had passed a while ago. It shimmered with the layer of ice gleaming from the sunlight. Nothing seemed to live down there. No predators, no prey, no scavengers. Everything was simply empty. The cinnamon brute eased down to his haunches lazily. This sleepy old town was quiet... too quiet. With a sigh, he gazed down with bored eyes to the world below him. This would have to do until he found something that interested him. There was that old castle a while away to explore, but he wasn't stupid. He knew exactly who's territory this was and how they were about their space. Did it matter to him? Hell to the no. As far as he concerned, their rules boundaries and limitations could barely touch him. There were no such things in his book. Besides, what was the worst he could do to them and their precious, deadbeat territory? There wasn't much that he wanted anyway. R-Truth valued entertainment and nothing more. Was there harm in that?

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[xx. atrox fatalis !]

[bg=0c0c0c][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=border,0,true] Another harsh winter day, was it? The sunshine gleamed brightly on the freshly fallen snow, and as the female moved, it stirred, accepting her white paws like kin. Holding her head high, she peered around the ruins of the City of Flame. With an exhale, as she had seen no life, her breath curled out from her black lips, and rose to caress her black eyes and markings like a lover's gentle touch. But like an unfaithful partner, it left her, and she bid its warmth goodbye without a single thought otherwise. Atrox had detected no life thus far, so she relaxed. This was close to home - Ruin - and she didn't want any intruders around. None of her Nightmares were nearby - she had sent them off earlier - but she wasn't Harbringer because of the whiteness of her fur. No matter, she decided, and continued her slow walk through the ruins of the old city in a leisurely pace. Her body was relaxed, and she enjoyed the crisp winter air on her fur. Sparing a glance up, she saw the sun high in the sky, and several clouds threatened it with their darkened presence. Not to worry, a little snow would never hurt anything. And with that thought, tiny snowflakes began to drift downwards lightly, flecking her coat. Of course, it was unnoticeable unless they landed on her face, and she shook it in an annoyed fashion, snorting to clear her nostrils of the ice. Picking up her pace, she began to trot, her fur flung behind her. It gleamed with a yellow and grey tinge today, no doubt reflecting both the sun and the clouds. - For what would life be without a little contrast? - She thought to herself, reminded again of her black tear-like markings staining her face with their darkness, like black ice hidden behind soft, white snow. - My Gods, it's lonely today.. - The Harbringer wondered were everyone was - not that the City of Flame was usually teeming, but there was the scurry of a rat or a wolven body somewhere amidst the snow. But not even the rats were out today. - Probably snug up in their dens with their mates and offspring. - At this thought, Atrox snorted in disdain, for that was weakness. Besides, it was barely cold out. Pricking her ears up, she caught the sound of ice breaking, and the scrabble of claws upon it. It was faint, but the sound was there. Perhaps one of her own, lurking about these buildings, or heading back to Ruin? Deciding it would do her well to investigate, she set off at a low trot in that direction. Atrox carried herself well, confidence emanating from every muscle. Her long, thin legs carried her swiftly across the snow, and her tail curved up and away fro her hips as her head rose in a slender point. With her large chest puffed out, she rounded a corner, catching a glimpse of ruddy fur before it disappeared over the roof of a building. Pausing to slow and quiet her steps, she wondered, - Who the hell is that? I know of no Engali wolf with colors like that.. - Pausing to sniff the air, she caught a whiff of the wolf's scent. - Male. Not Parodi, though. And not one of mine. A Renegade. - she judged for herself. Atrox had nothing against the loners - thinking them above Parodi for not joining the idiot pack, but not smart enough to have aligned themselves with her. She would normally let them stay, hoping to encourage their intelligence to join Engali, but this one was deep in her territory. Only a few minutes separated him from their home, Ruin, and she wondered why he was this deep here. Usually they just wandered about near the border. - But it is a mystery I will be investigating. - she thought, and silently moved towards the pillar he had lept to. Using her claws to grip the ice, she spread her toes, shaking the caked ice out, before stepping gracefully onto the rock. It was slick, but she held her poise and lept to the roof with grace and ease. She knew she would attract his attention, and decided to get a good look at the male before he said anything. He was a Renegade, alright, and definitely a male. His size was quite large - he looked heavily built, but no fat could be seen under his red fur. Atrox tilted her head to size him up - she was shorter by a few inches, and he had a good twenty or twenty five pounds on her, but this didn't faze her. The Harbringer knew well of her own skills, and bore the scars to prove it. - He doesn't look like he's here to challenge anything... - she thought, musing about his intentions. - Just like he's decided to be here, as easily as one might get up from a sitting position. - Deciding that being hostile wouldn't get her anywhere - the male's presence was not bothersome - she decided to speak instead."You don't look lost." she spoke, her voice cold, but with a slight hint of amusement. "And you don't look like you care. Am I right in my assessment?" she questioned, and stepped forward slightly, her head raised, not in challenge, but asserting of her position. She leaned forward slightly, and sniffed, still feet away from him. Seemingly satisfied, she stepped forward once, bringing her head back. "Atrox Fatalis, Harbringer of Engali. And you, Renegade? What is your name, and your purpose here?" she questioned, although it was phrased slightly more like a command. Certainly he would recognize her and her position, but she meant him no harm. He might very well prove to be useful - or at least a good conversation. r-truth | atrox fatalis - xx directed at jaded - aerosmith, rebel yell - drowning pool- xx my muse really hate how i ended that. but she has no reason to be her normal, cynical self and just insult him like an idiot since he's not Parodi. Oh well.- xx notations one thousand and twenty three. - xx word count

[R-TRUTH]

[bg=00000a][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=border,0,true] "You don't look lost. And you don't look like you care. Am I right in my assessment?" His eyes shifted to the female who came toward him. He had heard her coming and so prepared for it, all the while studying her scent as the winter winds carried it; the faithful messengers that they were. He never had pack life per se, but he certainly knew the difference between pack and loner. The pack was simply congested. A female never smelled her own; her scent always hidden and doused with the musk of males and perfume of other females. It was quite disgusting actually. A marred scent usually wasn't a pretty one but he still managed to figure out what scent was hers. She had the extra kick to it, which meant, she got around the pack a lot; which meant that she was pretty popular... which could only mean that she was the head bitch in charge. Either that or she was one power slut. He doubted that greatly. Judging by her looks, she seemed like a woman with class. His burning brown eyes searched her thoroughly as she calmly took her sample of him a few feet away. He disregarded her own smell altogether because he simply didn't care what she'd been doing in her pack nor the dogs she'd been prowling with. her scent was so mangled that it would have more likely repelled him before. However, it was her image that turned his legs to pillars and his ears erect. She was absolutely gorgeous, with that pure white silk and the peppers that danced on top. Her charcoal lip-liner and the mascara around her intelligent grays. That wasn't all that graced her. No, this female had the most interesting markings he had ever seen round her eyes. They were designs like wild vines the danced across her face. He almost wanted to touch them, but of course he wanted to keep the skin on his face even more. She was branded with battle scars but they were not faults to him. They made her all the more beautiful and proved to him just what a fight she could put up. Perfectly acceptable for the head bitch of course. He grinned at her subtly, his smirk showing crookedly with mischievous and sultry humor. Standing up, he turned to face her properly, rolling his shoulders with enthusiasm and potential energy that swarmed through his veins. One could practically see the hormones pumping his muscles. "You're right indeed." He chuckled smugly, watching her as she stepped closer. His biceps twitched spasmodically in response to her movement as if he couldn't exactly control his bodily functions. His head anchored back on his neck in an observing manor that was almost arrogant and as she asserted herself he tilted his head to the left just a little. He wasn't being mocking, he was checking her out. Normally the assertion of authority made him rebuff immediately, but he'd never try to reprimand a female. It went against his nature too much and what kind of man would he be to put his paw on a lady. Not to mention The Lady of the pack. "Atrox Fatalis, Harbringer of Engali. And you, Renegade? What is your name, and your purpose here?" Atrox was quite a name and Fatalis just made him smirk. It suited her: The femme fatale was it? It was almost as if she was warning him with her very name. Well, if she was, his mentality certainly wasn't getting it. "Renegade R-Truth at your service." His deep and husky voice purred at her gently. It dripped of beckoning and suggestion. "My purpose here? Ah... It's slipped my mind." He grinned teasingly. Did he need a reason to be anywhere? He was a renegade, for goodness sake, he didn't need a reason to do anything; especially him. He was R-Truth. He worked on impulses and instinct, logic when it was logical and reasoning when he wasn't too pissed off. Of course, to pack wolves, that would be strange. They always had things to do, always had duties to attend to; someone else ass to wipe. Shall we run again why he chose the free life? He just couldn't see himself taking care of someone. "When it comes to mind, I'll be sure to let you know. You must be fronting at me because I'm a little too close to your little palace right there." He nudged his head to the old castle. "Wasn't planning on crashing the party, Princess. You ain't got to worry." He winked at her.

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[xx. atrox fatalis !]

[bg=0c0c0c][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=border,0,true] Calm and calculating. Atrox waited under the glare of the clear sky and sun for the male to finish his assessment. She had stopped talking - now it was his turn. She sniffed at him lightly while he regarded her with his smoldering eyes, and her face relaxed a bit more once she detected no Parodi scent on him. He simply smelt like a wolf should, no other canines seemed to have been around him lately. - So perhaps he's starved for attention? I'll make sure he gets it. - Atrox's thinking was clear - befriending this male would put her to an advantage. He was certainly strong and powerful, his stature and the way he held himself assured her of that. However, he looked at her with a blatant disregard of her authority, and for that, she wondered. - Of course. - she thought.- This is a Renegade - respect is not held by title, but by prowess. - She'd simply have to earn it. As he scrutinized her, she swept her nearly hidden grey eyes over his body. He had no unique markings like she did, and he certainly didn't have her angular, sharp, and long features. But he was built solidly, as if he could withstand the force of two wolves. His fur was a vivid red that stuck out in the snow almost as much as her eyes did. And, judging by his muscles and well-fed look, he was certainly capable of taking care of himself. Oh, yes, he would be an asset. And his chocolate-and-burnt mane that stood up in a ridge along his neck showed her that he wasn't going to be an eyesore to her. Curiously, he seemed intent on staring at her face as his assessment of her physical power ended. - Of course I passed that part. But he appears fascinated by my markings. - She met his eyes, flaming embers meeting cool charcoal, in a non-threatening way. Knowing that it would do no good to discourage him, she straightened her posture and took another step forward as he began to speak. "You're right, indeed." He said, and as she took another step forward, the muscles in his shoulder flinched. However, Atrox recognized this as almost involuntary - he wasn't going to attack her, or leap away. He would have attacked her already if he was going to ( and seeing as he didn't, he was immediately held in a higher regard. smart male. ), and he wasn't going to run, simply because he had a disregard for her authority. Curious, indeed. So now it seems that the pair had reached an impasse. Atrox wasn't going to walk away from him - he was too damn interesting. Nor would she attack, because this male was an asset she wanted to gain. As he flicked his eyes across her once more, she settled under his gaze. It was something she was comfortable with - she wasn't the prettiest wolf in the pack, but her contrasting fur and long, aristocratic features were a great asset. Still, she was so marred with scars along her body - thankfully none on her face, those always seemed to heal - that she doubted he was regarding her with anything other than interest because of her title. Something flickered in his eyes that almost seemed like respect. It was a kind of resolve, and he looked relaxed - if she had been uncertain of his intentions before, she wasn't now. He wouldn't attack. She knew it wasn't respect for her directly, but whatever it was, this was now a friendly meeting. Deciding to use her gender as an advantage, she slid closer to him, stepping gracefully until they were nearly nose-to-nose, and then sat. "Renegade R-Truth at your service. My purpose here? Ah... It's slipped my mind." he said, and smirked at her. His voice was dangerously low, a purr, and she didn't regret her choice to sit. Thinking that he wasn't done speaking, she didn't start again, and flicked her tail to beckon him to sit as well. Now that she was seated, she was almost eye-level with his massive head, their gleaming canine teeth only separated by a foot. - Well, he certainly fancies himself, that's for sure. - She thought, and matched his grin with one of her own, peering up at him through her half-lowered black lids. Atrox hadn't expected him to answer her question, no, definitely not. As he continued and finally stopped, she snorted. "Princess? My dear R-Truth, I'm the fucking Queen." She said softly, words nearly whispered, and she shook her long fur out a bit more. "Despite that which needed correcting, it is pleasant to meet your acquaintance, R-Truth." She flared her nostrils a bit at his wink, and then raised a single brow at him before leaning forward a bit. "I assure you, Renegade, that if all loners were like you, they'd be welcomed into my den with open arms." With that, Atrox flicked her nose in the direction of Ruin, but the comment was certainly suggestive enough. Atrox paused, looking away from his flaring eyes, and shook the bit of snow that had landed on her off, remaining seated. She could see Stone Lake from this position, and almost into Aspen Crag. Ah, it would be nice to run free like this male here. Deciding to voice her thoughts, she spoke again, "Must be nice, hmm?" the last note was purred, and she tilted her head, displaying the graceful muscles in her neck. "Running so free all the time." r-truth | atrox fatalis - xx directed at papterthin hymn - anberlin, dismantle repair - anberlin- xx my muse hormones appear to be running rampant. oh no, what will our heroes do now that they've been deluded by so many endorphins!? however, i assure you, atrox isn't playing the slut ( not really, but r-truth is a hottie. ) she's still a cold, calculating bitch. hence, she uses a different approach to everyone.- xx notations one thousand and two. - xx word count