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Paws pressed heavily against the hard earth, head low and eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light that managed to filter through the trees. The massive beast moved at a lumber, all legs seeming to work stiffly as though he hadn’t used them in a long time. Breath came out raspy and every once and a while a cough would force blood up his lips. Though a punctured lung wouldn’t kill him it was still a pain in the ass, especially when he needed to breath… If anyone saw him most would first think that he was a dead man walking. Bones were still obviously crushed; chest was caved in at an unnatural angle though every so often something would snap outwards back into a natural position. Wounds along his entire body were still open and though blood was no longer gushing out it was taking longer for them to heal because of the constant movement. The smaller wounds were long cleaned and healed, gone entirely with no mark to show them. The gashes along his body from hitting the rocks during his fall were still open but considerably smaller. Those ones would make and scare to forever remind him of his tumble. 

Diell was missing, gone from his presence and it was like Dione's disappearance all over again. The pain of it hurt far more then the pain of his wounds. He had taken to throwing himself off the sides of cliffs once more, though he knew it was next to impossible to die with his current abilities he just didn't want to be here anymore. The massive beast would slowly slip into the mouth of the tunnels through the back entrance near the lake, having been pushed from his home by a new pack. He didn't want to be found... Not yet. Slowly the massive beast would slip into the shadows of the tunnels, only going a short ways before he would drop his frame onto the ground. He was tired, exhausted even, but he hadn't been able to rest where he had fallen like he normally would. Damn pack ruining everything for everyone... Slowly bloody gaze would slip closed and he would allow himself to drift into a much needed sleep. 
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@Pandora
Her expedition had taken her to the North, a part of the world she had not yet explored. Everything was still so new, so fresh to her eyes and she intended to all of it in. Her heart beat with the steps of her dainty paws as she progressed in her journey to a specific wood. For some reason, as she stood on the edge of its boundary, she felt her spirit be pulled towards the woods' center. Golden-backed ears perked amongst the curled, silver horns that sprouted from her majestic crown as her eyes watched a random breeze playfully tug at the trees' branches. A dark smile graced her blue features before she made up her mind. Wings folded loosely across her back and sides as she tenderly stepped across the invisible threshold.

Pandora was a sucker for extraordinary things, especially the types of things that proved worth their weight in gold for future escapades. The female was smart like both of her parents, but like her mother, she didn't mind using someone when it came to something she needed. What was good for the goose was good for the goose, in her opinion. Selfish she may be, but after losing almost all of her family before abruptly appearing here, she was on her own and had the right to focus on her desires. This was what danced in her mind when she came to a large clearing.

The break in the trees showed a vast amount of unconquered tunnels, darkness shining from each mouth that beckoned to wandering strays. Her wings rustled across her back as she saw how far down the valley dipped from where she stood. Looking at her wings on either side, she spread them and attempted to leap when a harsh wind pushed her slender frame forward. In no time, she was up and above the ground, but it only lasted a second or two. She clumsily landed and kept her wings open for balance until all four paws were rooted. Pandora looked around sharply before shaking herself all over. No one had seen her and she didn't have to give an embarrassing explanation. Thank the gods for that.

She caught the scent of blood nearby and her senses heightened as she focused on the source. Tightly clamping her wings to her sides, she began to slowly creep towards the tunnels until she stood in front of the one housing the bloody scent. Pandora was no fool; she wasn't going to barge into someone's home and yell, <b>"COME OUT AND PLAAAAY."</b> No, instead she decided to wait and see if anything interesting would come out. Quickly, she went and caught a small rodent (squirrel or rabbit, it wasn't important), then placed it in front of the den's mouth before she quietly slipped to sit and wait in the nearby shadows. Turquoise blue eyes twinkled with self-made merriment as she waited to see what would come out.
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 In some dark part of his mind he registered her presence, her scent and the sound of her at the entrance of his den. For this reason massive tail would slowly drag through the dirt and wind its way around himself to build a nest of sorts. Maybe in his half asleep half awake state he thought it might be Diell returning to him. He wasn't conscious enough to register her scent... Just a presence. But it wasn't quite enough to pull him from his dreams, it was cold there, as it always was. He loved the cold, it was why he tried to stay to higher altitudes if at all possible. In his dream the world swirled, snow danced around in flurries though despite the raging storm it was calm for a one foot distance around him. For once his body temperature was the same as the outside and there was no fog that gathered around his mouth as cold break hit warm air. Ice was beginning to form crystals around his eyes, bone spurs, horns and nails. Every so often he would blink, dismissing the ice around his eyes but around bones the ice would crawl like frost on a window.

For some time he would simply stand, head lowered as if dragged down by the sheer weight of massive horns. As always tail would lay limp and slack behind him. That was when it began. The world around him started to shake and quiver. At first it would start out slow, but it didn't take long for it to grow in intensity. Cracks began to grow in the mountain around him though at first only pebbles would skitter down from above. Despite the intensity of the quake the massive beast would not move, would not look away from what lay below though whatever it was was obscured by the cloud coverage below. Ears lay limp beside his head even as bigger chunks began to fall from above. Massive chunks of the mountain began to break off and fall around him but throughout it all nothing would change, he would simply remain rooted in place on his ledge, staring down at the world below.

Maybe that was what eventually woke him. The ledge he had been standing on would tremble violently as it cracked and threatened to drop him but it never did. Another scent. Something pulled him from his dreams and slowly the apocalyptic world would fade away from him and he would crack a ruby eye. The smell of food would cause his gut to twist. How long had he been asleep? Blood was dried and matted around him in places though some fresh blood still leaked from the larger wounds his body hadn't yet healed. Massive beast would slowly lift himself, pulling forequarters beneath him before pushing paws up. Haunches rose slower then the front half and as always massive tail didn't bother to rise. Sometimes it was just easier to let the appendage drag. Jaws would part, icey breath forming clouds before him as glowing tongue slid over jaws to give him some light. Luminescent nails would clack along the stone as he made his way towards the entrance, towards the scent of food. But what he saw was not what he expected...

His heart would twist in his best at the sight of her. It was not Diell. It was not Dione. Some other unknown one looking devious like a child playing nicky nine doors but forgetting to run away. For a moment he would stand half shrouded in darkness, allowing luminescent parts to illuminate him in a rather eerie way. <font style="font-weight: bold; color: #723131;">"Yes...?"</font> His voice was a deep rumble, a sound that reverberated from somewhere deep in his chest as he studied the smaller woman. Women... Every time he thought he was done with them another would show up and some part of him could never just walk away from anyone. It was a weakness, a curse... Would this one be different? He highly doubted it... Dione had once told him that insanity was repeating the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Maybe he was truly insane...
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@Pandora
Pandora had known that her presence would be obvious, no matter what time of day. Her father was to have the credit for her pelt, a treasure she didn't mind thanking him for in the least. She was bred to not hide, anyway; she was bred to stand out from the others, a piece of wolf jewelry that others wanted for themselves. So far in her short life, she had achieved such a goal without gloating <I>too</I> much. Now, as she felt the presence within the cave shift and quake, she knew that it would be another experience where such a genetic gift would be used.

She waited with bated breath for ten seconds, only causing the trapped air to turn into ice when she exhaled through her nose. The sparkly puffs caught her off guard each time, causing her to refocus on the being within the cave. Eyes slowly moved up from the fading white ball in front of her face to the massive paws that peeked out from the cave's mouth. Her elegant head finally had to rise to its fullest extent for her gaze to meet the rubies that blazed in the stranger's eye sockets. A low baritone questioned her presence and she skittishly took a few steps to her left. Her wings showed her surprise by flapping against her sides and back, but she swallowed once and a wave of calmness and shock combined swept down her spine to the rest of her body. The silver horns shimmered against her cobalt skull as she turned her head to the right, gaze still questioning what she had uncovered. This was definitely an expedition she wouldn't leave empty-pawed...she hoped.

From the way he carried himself, he had some type of injury about him. Pandora was no healer, not like her distant friend Odette Adravendi, but she could tell when someone was hurt. Golden-backed ears remained perked as she bravely took a few steps towards him before stopping right in front of him. Her golden-dipped front paws tenderly graced the ground beneath them before the right one rose in the air as she stated, <b>"I smelled the blood and thought someone was hurt...clearly, I was right."</b> She looked over the bit of him she could see before taking a step back and lowering her paw to the ground. <b>"What could hurt someone as...<I>tall</I> as you?"</b> Pandora usually spoke with a sneer, but today it was honest curiosity.

@Tantalus
He was not known to be overly observant, more often trapped in his own mind then focused on the present. As of late that had been even more apparent with the disappearance of Diell. She had been his rock after Dione had wandered off but now... She was gone without a trace, just a fleeting presence that may as well have been a day dream. It had left him questioning reality, questioning his very world. Was all of this even real? The pain made him think it was real, made him believe that he was truly here... Maybe that was why he kept hurting himself. Maybe that was why he constantly felt the need to let gravity carry him as far as it desired down the mountain side until Mother Earth reached up with welcoming arms to gobble him up. It was truly a vicious cycle, one he doubted would ever be broken until the day he himself finally shattered into a million pieces. Though lately it felt like his mind wasn't far off...

She would shrink back and retreat at the sight of him, something he had come to be quite used to. Slowly his massive head would lower as if dragged down by the shear weight of the horns that towered high over his skull. Tail was uselessly limp behind him, the hulking appendage dragging on the ground rather then drifting along behind him like he usually had it. He was tired, exhausted even and his body was still trying to knit bone and tissue back together even as he fought to stay awake and study this woman before him. Wings would flap and shuffle at her sides and for a moment bloody gaze would shift to the motion like a bird drawn to a particularly shiny object before once again fixating on her as she slowly took a few steps forward. Hesitation would melt away as she dipped her head and took a moment to study him as if searching for something. What could she possibly be looking for?

A moment later she would speak, talking of wounds and blood... Blood? He would blink groggily as of trying to completely wrap his head around what exactly she might be saying to him. She would question what could hurt him and again he would blink. <b>"There are a great many things in this world larger then I young miss. This day it was gravity though."</b> He would say, voice a strained rumble as if he hadn't used his voice in quite some time. He would regard her, a pretty little winged thing... Was she a fighter or did she flee on those lovely wings? <b>"Didn't your mother ever teach you that wounded animals bite the hardest? Why did you seek me out?"</b> He would ask as he allows his gaze to move from where they had been roaming her body back to her features, contorting into a perplexed sort of look.

@Pandora
His answer was good enough for the young lady's golden-backed ears and her heart reached out to him.  Even though she had her mother's vindictive nature reflect in her actions, her father's genetics occasionally won out in the internal war of her DNA strands.  She blinked blankly before licking her dark lips to keep them from drying out due to the ice crystals popping up in each small exhale she made.  Pandora knew better than to dwell into the male's reasons for tripping and crumbling from high altitudes (she could only assume that's where he had come from), so instead she focused on his questions that begged to be answered.

<b>"My mother was always the wounded one, so her bites rarely hurt after awhile."</b> The fact she gave was true, because Maija Artenie had been emotionally and mentally wounded for a long time after her siblings were born.  She never told anyone, but took out the emotions on unaware victims and fellow Arcanum pack members.  Both actions were approved by Cataleya and it was from that that Maija's darkness grew.  Pandora was the only sibling who knew the details of what happened to her mother's ice-cold heart and darkened spirit, only because she had a touch of the dark Romanian soul herself.  <b>"Whatever kind of nibble you could provide may only entice my desire for more pain."</b>  Despite being sexually in tune with almost everything in life, Pandora could be a girly girl at times...such times were rare indeed.

<b>"Only to see if I could help,"</b> she honestly replied, nodding to the deceased piece of meat between her and the giant.  She was trying to set up a good karma backup plan for herself in case she ended up being in a bind.  If she didn't attempt to be nice to others when she could, then they would bite her in the ass for sure.  <b>"Does it bother you that your hiding place was discovered?  If I leave now, no one else will know you are here."</b> Pandora gave him the option to shoo her away.  She was headstrong at times, but if she wasn't wanted, there would be no reason to stay.  Unless something was in it for her...she could be selfish at times, too.