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[Kres]

Dreams had once carried him far in his mind and at last had his feet brought him to a distant land that quenched his thirst. Memories were filled with bittersweet moments and were to be wiped away, his mind cleansed of the anchors that had kept him chained down to his family for two years of his life. Luna, his lady, had been calling for him to chase after her treasure – to seek what she had long since lost from thieves. All of his soul belonged to her and he had departed from his ill mannered family, the ones who begged him not to follow her call, and went on his mission. Wisdom would come with age and it already felt like an eternity since he had left his beloved family and traveled far from the woodlands that raised him as a boy. The moments in his life where a mother and father hung over his back, determining each move he ought to make, and how to live. It was no longer in control of another except for himself. He could taste, feel, and smell the freedom with each step he took... The feeling far more enjoyable than anything he had experienced. There were no regrets with leaving the safety of the mystical woodlands but acceptance that he was to grow and learn the ways of the world. He was to gain knowledge for Luna, to seek what she led him too, and live to bond with others. A life far more whimsical than a reclusive pack. Few times had he wandered the island so far and yet each time he left his new haven, Kadre, he always felt awed whenever he could see the things that were exotic within his homelands. Adjusting to the magical wonderments of the land had been so simplistically easy. He had no objections of the creatures and creations that lingered within this world, admiring each and every little thing. It were as if he had been reincarnated as a mere boy and relearn the fascination of discovery. Exploration had been placed on halt with his recent acceptance by the lovely Aura, Kadre had proven to be just as intriguing as the rest of the land. The constant chilly wind that whipped by him, the cold white flecks of snow, and the solemn note of spirits wandering the halls of the mountains. It seemed to hold the whispers of the dead, something so similar to his woodland home that brought him to pause his sojourning life to become part of the mystical mountainous peaks. Kres had himself easily entertained by the snow and the beauty that surrounded his new residence, but it his time to learn the scenery had been placed on halt for far to long, it was time to see what was here. Faded emerald eyes had danced about the landscape, desperate to find something to keep him occupied for at least a while, and as if his prayer to Luna had been answered, had he stumbled into the base of the woodlands. Large ivory form seemed off within the mixture of leaves ranging in the lovely autumn colors of red, gold, and orange. It resembled his home so eerily during the time of change that it placed him in surprise. What wonder! This area had captured the heart of nature so perfectly. The canopy of trees left a window for the midnight talks with Luna and her lovely sister of the earth realm, Mother Nature, whenever something of interest caught their eyes. A smile had slunk onto his quiet features as he gazed at the sky. So far, the sun had been spoiling the day for the two sisters and Kres shook his head mildly. “Shame, sire. Shame,” he chuckled softly. With a rare sort of grace, Kres glided through the terrain, examining the fallen trees, the stagnant ponds, the bending creeks. It was all so gorgeous that it swept him off into bliss. It would be rare for him to ache for his family but it would easily be reconnected with the trails that spiraled about the woods. It was far to beautiful for him to keep a secret... Kres found himself before a small creek, the stream hardly thick enough to show his reflection, but nonetheless, he did. It was odd to see a rather happy, goofy expression upon himself but he had no courage to hide the relief of knowing something could keep him close to home at heart. Luna had kept him safe on his journey to his new home and he could not thank her enough.

[Cerbère]

ooc;; Cer's a lil crazy. But I'm excited. sorry for half recycled post xD

“Ladies and gentlemen, let me present the star of the show! Cerbère!” A loud rumbling chuckle emitted from the ivory and gray male’s massive chest, shaking his fur with the hearty chuckle. Brown and blue eyes gazed down at his actor-in-crime. Beneath his massive paw lay a rabbit as white as his paws, staring fearfully up at him. The mouth of the rabbit opened, emitting and pitiful high-pitch dying chirp. The chirping screeched the sad tale of a life leaving, dancing around Cer’s auds playfully as a pup might whilst chasing a butterfly. He yelled of mercy, crying aloud to his captor and begging him to free his paw from his bodice. But ultimately, his cry was of silence as Cer denied him of this inalienable right to life that every creature holds dear to his heart. Such a pitiful sound indeed, and it would only be met by mockery by the towering brute. Cerbère’s massive head lowered to the creature until his nose was an inch away from him. “Oh dear partner, don’t you see? The show must go on!” His gray head tipped back, laughing at the stars above his head. Again his head lowering, eyes widening and softening. “Oh dear, have I frightened you? The moments before your death will come? Your life will do, rabbit,” his voice was coated with honey until the last sentence, when the true hiss escaped his teeth. The heartbeat could be felt through the rabbit’s fur, energizing Cerbère with a new high, causing his multicolored pupils to dilate in excitement. Pressure was applied to the rabbit’s body, causing the pitches to increase in frequency. More cries of mercy, and silence. “Quiet, or you’ll attract more attention,” Cerbère spat, lowering his muzzle to the rabbit’s head and biting down. Metallic and salty blood soaked in his jaws, and a crunch confirmed his actions. “You were terribly boring to share the stage with,” he muttered, yawning and ambling slowly over to the corpse. The cries were silent literally now, as the heart beat once or twice on its own before all signals were disconnected. Cerbère found this part fascinating as he kept his paw pressed close to the rabbit’s bosom, feeling the last moments of the rabbit’s life in his own paws. The heart was truly a magnificent part of the body, a muscle with enough reflexes to beat on its own! Chuckling, the wolf bent over his prey. “I thought you’d do... But I need something more than a rabbit crying for help,” his eyes glittered, gazing over the water’s edge. “Precisely why I moved. New blood, new stories, new ladies,” Cerbère chuckled again, puffing his white chest out. Lowering his muzzle, he took a chomp out of the rabbit, chewing greedily. The bright red blood dripped down his muzzle, shining brightly under the sky. The rabbit was salty against his salmon tongue, causing a grin to ease on his visage. Tongue escaped his black lips, running across his muzzle and erasing part of his snack. Blood still clung to his fur; slowly dripping down his ivory throat and corrupting his appearance with a light pink tint. His eyes gazed curiously at his surroundings. “Such a peculiar place to be, Cerbère old chap. Has such a...Romantic edge, good fellow,” Cerbère raised his head, laughing to himself and continuing a stroll as he spoke to himself. The woods was a calm place, and not some place he’d normally be found waltzing around. “The pickings should be splendid, dear boy,” again, Cerbère was talking to himself. It sounded like he could be talking about a numerous of items: prey, packs, lands, or even women. His giant paws crushed plants beneath him; stealing the life of poor greens without a thought. The plants did not have heartbeats; they were nothing important. Enjoyment from their death could not be had, but he accepted the fact that somehow, even they too were alive in this world. The soft coos of water trickling seduced him, begging him forth on sinner’s feet. He gladly accepted their words of sin, strolling along with a suave expression, licking his chops and gazing in its direction. Excitement for new acquaintances was running high, but he never expected who he saw next. To his dismay he was not greeted by an eye-pleasing female wading softly midst the water, but a white male with brown highlights gracing his fur, gazing goofily down at his own reflection. Eyes narrowed instantly, his mood broken. Being the thespian that he was, however, Cerbère took this up as a challenge and strolled swiftly down toward the river. He could still use another male on stage, yes? Someone to play with, and who was obviously inferior. “Hello good sir,” Cerbère started with a tinge of being sinister, eyeing the male quickly to size him up. He’d have to do for now, Cerbère would have to get used to settling until he found more suitable play-things. “I’m Cerbère Aleron Dannet.” Here to rule the stage.