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[Kovu]

Kovu grumbled to himself as he lay, resting atop on the many large flat rocks that littered this land. His brown pelt marked with teal. He was a loner, he hated leading, and even more hated following. Despite that, he found he had grown bored, missing his friend. Auralia was long gone, he wasn't sue they would even cross paths again, but that didn't take away the longing to enjoy the company of another. She was an odd one. She had eyes that either enchanted, or frightened. One blue, the other red, like his own. Both able to see past eye color and colored markings the gods dared curse the wolves with. He bore red eyes, they were closer to gray most days, but would glow a brilliant cherry when he was excited or angered. Only Auralia dared talk to him as a pup, so when he grew older, he only allowed her near him.

Now though he just wanted another to cross his path. Wither it ended in a fight, or a pleasant talk, he didn't much care at the moment, as long as they took this boredom, this loneliness away. He looked up at the sky, the sun beat down, the the occasional fluffy white cloud floating past. With a sigh he laid his head back on his paws. Closing his eyes. Those cured eyes, the ones that made others see him as violent and evil. He wasn't, not at first. He only became that way because they made him like that. He never had friends, never had help. Even his mentors at the Hallow didn't like or trust him. In truth, he was very much like the others, despite the fact that he had killed a wolf, it wasn't due to his eyes. It was due to the fact that because of his eyes, they had tried to kill him. He liked to be alone, liked to live by his own rules, but does that alone make someone evil? He didn't believe so, even if he was alone in that idea.

He lazed, listening. He waited, knowing others came through this area from time to time. Perhaps he would get lucky, and one such wolf would stumble upon the bored male. He was sure he could hold his own if a fight resulted, but had no plans to attack. He just wanted the company of another wolf, it had been months since he had spoken or even really seen another of his kind. That was mostly due to the fact he had been in hiding, unsure if the wolves of the Hallow would hunt the one they all plotted against while he was among them. So far none had found him, but he still wasn't sure if they had tried. It was better to be safe.

[Revan]

Asher | 4 yr, 5 mo | Lead Scout of the Guardians

Asher was.. bored. The feeling did not come easily to someone his age, or perhaps it did. At any rate, it wasn't often that he was bored. In what was probably one of his least thought out decisions, to quell his boredom he had made the trek to one of his usual locations. Need something new in your life, head to a place you already see every other day. Still, though, if he had stayed within the territory of his pack, he would have been unlikely to come across any strangers. At least here he found a new wolf bathing in the sunlight from time to time. And even better, every once in a while they weren't outright nasty to him for being a messenger. Still though, not many wolves had a problem with Tempest, so any wolf that knew their colors and disliked messengers usually left him alone anyway. It was either because his god was not a troublemaker, or perhaps because no one really wanted to be on the bad side of a messenger to the god of strength.

He had finally arrived. Sunrock Clearing. Stepping beyond the trees and into the sunlight, he caught a glimpse of a limp figure sitting atop one of the many flat rocks in the clearing. It was rather sunny today, so it wasn't exactly a shocking site. What was a bit shocking, however, was the markings the wolf bore. Asher had stumbled upon messengers before, even recently, but he had not seen another of his kind since he had left the Hallow some time ago. Teal-marked messengers were quite rare, as Tempest didn't feel much of a need for them. He was not at quite the right angle to see the messenger's eyes, which were closed anyway, but the thought didn't really occur to him. Asher was not one to judge by eye color, though he would admit he was a bit cautious around some.

And so he approached, slowly. Along the way, he purposefully made heavy steps that would alert the stranger to his presence. The wolf likely would have noticed anyway, but it never hurt to try to avoid sneaking up on strangers. Stopping only a short distance form the rock, Asher finally spoke. "A messenger of Tempest? That's quite a rarity," he half-joked, only now wondering if he had disturbed the wolf's afternoon nap. "Greetings, friend."

"Speech." | 'Thoughts.'

[Shadowpelt]

Kovu growled softly as the voice reached him. He had sensed the other wolf's approach, but hadn't realized how close the male had moved. The voice had made the young male's body tense in reflex, but as he looked up, dull crimson eyes catching sight of the stranger, he relaxed some. A fellow Messenger, huh? What's more, this male was also a follower of Tempest. The stranger's words now registering in Kovu's mind.

He tensed again at the males greeting slightly, fearing a trap. Friend, no one called him friend but Auralia, never in the Hallow would any of the others call him that. His red eyes, even though they were almost brown most of the time, made him enemies with many. He sat up straight, then looked again upon the stranger. This male was older, a few years at least, and smelled...of many wolves. A pack then, Kovu guessed. He had heard of a few packs around the area, but hadn't run into any members out here. With a quick glance, and a twitch of his ears, he decided they were alone, for the time at least.

"Hello Messenger." Kovu spoke, his usual voice deep and smooth. He considered moving on, but the thought occurred to him. When the stranger had approached, Kovu's red orbs were hidden, now how would the stranger react, being able to see Kovu's secret?