Winter schminter, I'm done with this whiny cold.It's making my muscles and bones ache and is making me feel old. It needs to go, leave. But, the brute knew that the seasons had minds on their own, and they wouldn't yield to his complaints. A grumble escaped his lips as he walked angrily over the frozen water. What's so special about snow anyway? It was quite odd for one to be jealous and hateful for something that didn't live. All it did was fall and sit there. Yet for some reason it had the ability to kill things, and no one would punish the cold little flakes because they appeared to do absolutely nothing. But he knew, for he had used the cold to aid him in a murder once. It could do more and cause more pain and damage than his very own teeth could. It stuck around for a while, giving you a cold and sweet embrace until it tightens and decides to rip out your soul. Well, maybe it wasn't exactly like that.. but the point was clear. It was more dangerous than an evil wolf like himself. Hell, if he tried and succeeded in killing a wolf in the neutrals, his poor little rump would become the next prized elk of the herd. And he surely did hate that, he wanted to kill. And he missed that chance in the war all because Teren, 'the demon king' wanted his chosen partner in the dance of battle and death to become his own personal whore. The guy always had to have what he wants, and if he doesn't get it he'll through a fit. Talk about being scary.

He rolled his eyes at the thought and continued forward. His eyes bored as he stared at the area before him. I spy with my little eye something white.... 'Snow'...Well gee, how did you know? He wanted to laugh at his mind for playing a children's game with himself. God, he was really going nuts huh? Well, might as well continue with the torture. I spy with my little eye.. why was it only one eye? I mean, wolves had two. All the animals he knew of had two. So who the hell said 'my little eye?' A wolf or some type of uni-eyed wolf make the game up? If so then the poor bastard. ....something brown...'A dead looking tree that is covered in white snow' ... I'm done with this. A loud groan slipped from his lips as he entered a clearing with trees reaching towards the ground. They looked ridiculous to him, like some scrawny mutt with a crazy fur-do would. But they were just trees, so he didn't think much of it as he continued forward. And then he came upon something interesting, tracks from a wolf who seemed to be enjoying themselves on this hideous day. Perhaps, however, this could turn out well for him. A slow grin took over his jaws, a chuckle releasing from his throat. And by the faint smell of it, it was a she-wolf. But not just any she-wolf, a Helidos she-wolf. And from what he had seen, some of those girls were beauties. And oh, how fun it might be to scar their little faces and, if he found himself in the mood, their pure souls. Licking his jaws he could only imagine the taste of blood on his tongue again. Eating wolves was something he could never see himself do, but their blood sure was divine. What were those creatures that preyed solely on blood? Vampires? Perhaps he was one of them, but then again he couldn't just live on the liquid. A man like himself needed meat, fuel. He'd let those blood suckers keep that lifestyle to themselves.

Reaching the cave, from which the sweet scent of the maiden now lay, he licked his jaws. His head lowered as his fur bristled with anticipation. Eyes narrowed and an evil grin on his face, he waved his tail in a slow threatening, excited way. And just as he was about to take a step forward and let out a growl there was a sharp pain in his derriere, almost like his was pricked or bitten by something. But when he sharply turned around, his eyes blazing with fury, he found there to be no evidence of a wolf or animal. But there had to be something, Lyonitus simply didn't just get weird pains. Especially in that area. He decided to ignore it for now, his attention turning back to the cave. His salmon hued tongue swept over his lips, his legs moving soon after. But the sight that lay before him in the unknown cave was one he did not expect to see.

Curled up, fast asleep was the foolish fae. He could easily do what he pleased with her like that. But he was stopped, dead in his tracks as his eyes widened and his head raised. His tail and threatening attitude vanished. And for the first time in his life, he was stunned. He blinked, once, twice before he shook his head. This wasn't him, what was wrong with him? But she looked so simply beautiful as she slept... yet there wasn't anything out of the ordinary that he could see about here. Cliché, a female who absolutely, probably, hated his guts was still, admittedly, more beautiful than this one here. And if he were to chose someone, Lyonitus would have thought it to be with someone with a fire, and not someone who caught his gaze while she slept. He growled softly, not liking the reaction she had on him, but he couldn't deny his desire for her. Not sexually or physically, he just wanted her. He breathed in deeply, her scent now making his heart feel slightly flustered. Oh, hell. He took one step forward, then another, and so on until he stood before her. Reaching a foreleg over, he placed his body slightly over her own resting one. What the hell am I doing? Lowering his large head he buried his face into her fur, breathing deeply as a muffled groan escaped his jaws. If only his brothers saw him now, all flustered over a female who belonged to an enemy. The Elite knew zero, about her. No name, no occupation, nada. She was foreign, completely and utterly, and yet he wanted nothing more that for her to be his now. Shifting his body, he moved more over her, his hind that matched the foreleg slowly moving to stand over her completely. His head shifted too, his muzzle brushing through the vixen's fur. His jaws were parted as he breathed, every exhale causing the strands of fur upon he neck to dance. But he said nothing, just continued his soft exploration of her. However, all hell would be loose when she woke up. And how was he supposed to explain why he was standing over her, nuzzling her neck like a love-sick yearling, when he had no idea himself? Shit, what the hell have you gotten yourself into, Lyonitus?

She was waking up, he could tell. Her body shifted, moved. Well, now he has to explain what exactly he was doing. Sighing, he pulled his head back.  Simply now just looking down at her, waiting to witness her reaction to his presence. Once those eyes of her had opened, she stiffened. He should leave, get away before she ran back home screaming 'rape.' But he seemed to be frozen, and as he head turned to look at him she...relaxed? What the hell? He heard her groan, the sound getting a reaction out of him. It sounded pained, like she'd been hit with something. Like I had been before I entered this damn cave... wait a minute, something is going on. But what exactly?

His mouth was closed now as he just looked at her, staring down at her eyes. 'Who the hell are you?' Even if she had this sort of effect on him, for reasons unknown that bothered him, that didn't give her the ability to boss around like he was some lowlife. But he bit back his anger, settling for a harsh warning growl and quick glare. It was no doubt that she had caught his scent now, the lace of his brother's pack like a branding upon his skin. If she held any sort of uncomfort, she sure didn't show it. He hadn't answered her question, he had a feeling she would ask again anyway. As she started to move forward, obviously wanting to stand, he moved back. Avoiding having her body touch his own, he kept a distance. Which seemed weird, considering he had no problem nuzzling up to her as she rested. But just because he wasn't touching didn't mean he wasn't looking. She looked young, and pure too. And as she stretched, he back arching, his eyes did not waver or stray. They stayed glue to her, assessing her muscle movement. He held no shame, even if she caught him when he turned around.

'My name is Naya.' He nodded, his tongue flicking agains the roof of his mouth as he spoke. Tail flicking behind him. "Lyonitus." He offered no other information about himself. He could only wonder if she was totally alarmed by him, and if she was just truly blocking out her fears for now. This whole ordeal was confusing, and he didn't like it. Shifting he took a step back, towards the entrance to the cave. "You must have questions. I'm afraid I can't answer them. Not because I don't want to, but because I don't know. You shouldn't stay out here long though, don't know who is going to come by. And even if you are relaxed, you shouldn't be. You know nothing about me, and a girl like you should stay away from wolves like me." It was true, there was a reason that wolves going Helidos or Erenyx. They were opposites, one good and the other considerably messed up. It wouldn't take a genius to figure that out. Erenyx was complicated, he knew that some wolves would rather have him dead. But none lacked the courage as of now to go against him. And the arrival of himself and Reaper gave the illusion as he was under protection. Which was partly true. Even if the older Elite didn't completely agree with his brother's views, he would still stand by him. A loyal dog without a doubt, he liked the chaos in things. It is what made things interesting. And for now he would just sit back and watch the show.

Her words were true, everyone had things to say that the did not want to admit. Or simply couldn't explain, like himself currently. But she seemed not to mind his previous actions, almost like she wanted him to be above her. Or for less intimacy and for the innocent onlookers, pressed against her. He was sure he wouldn't mind that either. He towered over her, and his muscular frame would surely impress her fragile looking frame compared to his. And now just because she looked like she might break if he were to put too much force, doesn't mean she would. Strength comes in many forms, not just physically. Helidos was strong in how close the pack members were, Erenyx completely different kind. It is all about where one finds that inner strength and how the execute it.

Keeping his eyes trained on her moving body, he analyzed how her body slightly swayed. How each paw was placed gently onto he ground of the cave. Her facial expression as she gazed out into the snow. He had to turn his head back, looking over his left shoulder. They were silent for a few moments, before she decided to turn back towards him, her jaws opening as she spoke. Her voice, soft and soothing, drifted into his ears, giving him small shivers of strange pleasure down his spine. Never would he have thought that he could feel in such a way. Is this what Teren felt like all those years ago? Is this what I have been afraid of? What was he doing out here? Well, he couldn't tell her he was looking for trouble now could he? Although she wasn't scared of him now, she would be as soon as she knew he was planning on harming her. Dear lord, I should really find something else to do with the days I have left.

Instead of answering he followed her, moving his body in a way to show off his muscles without making it known he was trying. He wanted to distract her, tear her mind away from her question. Reaching her, he rested his head on her rump, brushing his chin against her body as her moved to stand beside her. Eventually he reached her neck again, and as he buried his nose once more in her fur, he softly mumbled, "Mmm, does it really matter?" Softly his began to nibble on her skin, gently tugging every now and then. He stepped to the side, towards her, his shoulder pressed against her. His hip against her own. His banner flicked up to softly rest on her lower back before trailing down to wrap around her own. She smelt heavenly, she even made the scent of Helidos appealing. She was so ordinary, and yet she had captivated him. And now he stood, trying to sway her from learning more about him, about his evil ways, to keep her there.

In reply to the next words she spoke to his mumbled ones, Lyonitus only offered a grunt. She had chuckled finding amusement in him, which was something others did not find very often. He didn't think of himself to be amusing, rather the one that needed to be amused. He was constantly bored, and often got that way after a certain period of time with a new toy. For now he was just waiting until whatever puppy love he had for this vixen to pass so he could carry on his way. He'd enjoyed they way her body shivered as he pressed his own against it. It let him know he did have some control over her. She also didn't seem to mind the obvious age gap between the two, which was a plus. As an older brute it was kind of difficult to find a she wolf willing to accept his possible affections. Most of the pretty ones were either young or taken anyway. Ginning against the fur and flesh of her neck he pressed closer to her. Maybe even forcing her away a little, but he would keep their proximity at the same level. His soft nips started to become a bit more feisty and a bit rougher. But after each he would soothe the sting with a soft stroke of his tongue. After succeeding in doing that a few times, he just settled for having his nose buried in her fur. His eyes were shut too, ears perked for the sound of her voice. He hummed contently, a low rumble in his chest. Erenyx? He could feel her head was now faced towards him, her neck muscles gave that away. Pulling back he locked his eyes on her own. Raising a brow he looked down at her before shrugging. A small grin plastered on his face. Different, intriguing, more... violent than most packs. Male dominated. All, save two, of our higher ranked are males. Including myself." Who was he to not boast a little bit? Smirking he winked down at her, his mouth coming close to her ear. "But most importantly, strong and durable..." His tone was a bit husky at the end, slightly above a whisper. Her pressed against her more, his hormones talking and trying to convince her own. The season was upon them, and what was the problem in having a little fun?

A shrug moved his shoulders slightly up and down. How females looked at him never really mattered in his eyes. Wether lust, disgust, or affection; it didn't matter. He'd always been the one just to get a job done and then move on to the next. In his past, gathering the supplies for his pack's needs was always just something that he did. Once they had returned home successful, he may have a few more encounters with one of them, but that was it and it was rare. He left the rest of that dirty work to his brothers that were interested. So the fae's comment about it being hard to find a mate that cared for him because of who he was and not of his rank didn't matter. There was no mate to speak of, not that he would want to even bring her up in this moment. He finished his words, noting her shiver that moved all her body movements against his own. He had her, he knew it. He got her just where he wanted her. But it wasn't just for pleasure, or temporary relief. He actually wanted to have the possibility to start a life with this girl. It confused him greatly, but at the same time he felt the need to accept it. Despite whatever doubts and questions he might have. "Mate? There is none." It felt almost vital that he shared this information with her. Almost as if he wanted her to have complete faith in him. Which she shouldn't, but he wanted it anyway. Her face was then pressed into his neck and he could help but smile a bit for a moment. A true genuine smile. Not a crooked grin or sinister smile. But a small, happy, loving one. Something he never thought he would find himself doing. However he got rid of the little thing before she could see it, removing it as she moved her head way from his body. She moved in front of his, moving her muzzle to reach up to his ear. He leaned down slightly, letting her lean on his shoulder. "Durable you say? Prove it?" Getting brave now are we? Her voice was husky, and as he moved his head back, a hungry predatory yet loving gaze in his eyes he looked at the smirk on her lips. "With pleasure, Naya." Moving forward just a bit he gripped her neck in his jaws before lifting her up as high as he could off the ground and carrying her deeper into the cave. Once satisfied with the location, he set it down, immediately getting to work. He growled a bit in her ear, pressing himself more intimately and forcefully against her, feeling her body against his. And then he proved his statement, earning a bit of fun in return for his actions.
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