Stronger [Diomedes]

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Eventually the creature in his jaws ceased struggling and the black and white male shook it violently for good measure. After a few moments he let the carcass drop to the ground at his paws with a heavy thud, and his tongue swiped over his jaws to taste the fresh blood that already stained the pale fur that was there. Only when the blood no longer filled his nose and drove his instincts into a rage of desire for meat did he scent the female on the air. His single ear perked and twitched in all directions around him to search for her location, but it was his mismatched eyes that found her first. She was perhaps more uniquely marked than himself, but she wore two ears as opposed to his one. For a moment he simply watched her, his tail tip twitching back and forth with the thoughts that crossed his mind one by one.

He allowed a few minutes to pass them by before he lowered his head back down to the dead animal in front of him, tearing off a large chunk of meat and then lowering himself down to a laying position to begin devouring it. He made no move to call the female closer, nor send her away, and instead allowed himself to enjoy his meal while his blue and orange eyes remained staring intently in her direction. His behavior was perhaps odd to most, but as the majority of his social interactions had been with his family and Ravenis, he found that he did not exactly know how most normal wolves interacted with each other. That, and he simply did not care how others judged him for his behavior. He was the way he was, and there was no changing him. Plus, the female interested him, and though he would not exactly be opposed to sharing his meal, he was not about to just lay it out for her like he was some sort of servant.

No, the wolves that held the ranks of Patronus and Muggle in his pack were well beneath him, and he was most definitely not one of them. He was destined for greater things within Ravenis, and so far he had his eyes set on the Imperius role. It was not long before he had eaten his fill, and the black and white male leaned back into his laying position to a more comfortable version as he began to slowly groom his fur free of the blood and guts that had deposited themselves upon it during his meal. All the while his eyes remained on the female, noting every movement she made as well as taking in the heavy scent of the pack on her coat. She belonged to one of the packs nearby, one of the larger packs. But if he were being honest, that fact did not phase him in the slightest.

Perhaps his parents would be furious with him if he caused trouble with a larger pack, but this female was the first he had seen in quite a while. Surely if the other packs in the area were even remotely capable of marking their own borders then they would be a threat to him or Ravenis. But he had found only stale markings from most of them, and he doubted that there would be any trouble for his Mother's pack any time soon. Still, he would tread carefully, at least for the time being. He offered the female no words or gestures, no threats or invitations. In all honesty he was curious to see what she would do when she noticed him watching her, and he wanted to see if she would be bold enough to approach or cowardly enough to flee from his presence.

(Diomedes)

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To say that he was surprised by her approach would require an interest in socializing on the male's part. Perhaps it was not that he avoided interactions and wished to keep it that way, but much more likely that he simply did not care to put in the extra effort of an opening greeting. Thankfully he did not need to, for the female approached him, practically crawling right into his paws and begging for him to take her. He watched her in silence still, mismatched eyes studying her every move as his ears focused carefully on the sound of her breathing and the gentle pumping of her heart. To all appearances she was perfectly healthy, albeit quite young like himself. What they both lacked in experience, he made up for with determination. But she did not know that, and he would keep it that way for the time being.

His blue and gold eyes scanned with obvious interest over her form, almost as if he were trying to memorize every muscle and piece of fur that covered her. She was small, much smaller than himself, and her form was not proportionate in comparison to the average wolf. But there was still something charming about her appearance and demeanor, and perhaps a bit cute as well. The sound of her voice brought his eyes back to her face, finally making eye contact to study the orange color that seemed perhaps a bit more faint than he would have preferred. But there still seemed to be some mystery behind them, and for that he would forgive the minor fault he had found. "Caelum." He said softly, his voice perhaps deeper than the average young male his age. He enjoyed the fact that it sounded more threatening and powerful than most expected, and in his mind it gave him an edge to his words that left very little to question.

Once his name fell from his jaws he returned his teeth to the carcass in front of him, continuing to eat slowly as he pulled his attention away from her completely. Or at least it appeared that way. He did not look at her, and even his ears remained in a relaxed and inattentive position. He still listened to her heart and breathing, however, and he could easily see her out of the corner of his eye as he ate his meal and waited to see if she truly was interested in him or just bored. Soon, though, he tired of the meat and lifted his nose to look over at her once more. His head tilted for a brief moment as he made his decision, and then he lowered his head again to roll the remainder of the food in her direction. He did not speak, for the purpose behind his movements would be clear even to a blind wolf. Once the carcass was far enough away from his paws, he began to groom himself, still listening to her and watching her in his peripheral vision, but making no effort to speak or show obvious interest in her. It was not that he was not interested, but more so that he wanted to see what she would do and whether or not she would make the active decision to speak and engage with him. If not, he supposed she truly would not be worth his time or energy.

(Diomedes)

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Her voice was soft and sweet, and he found that he liked the sound of it. But not enough to engage in an active and interested conversation. Instead he waited to see if she would be bold enough to assert herself, and when she did not he sighed softly. Perhaps he was disappointed, but it had been exactly what he had expected from her. When she thanked him and called him kind, he nearly laughed in her face. She knew nothing about him, least of all how kind he truly was. Still, he allowed her to think he was a good creature for the time being. After all, even he did not quite know what he was. He allowed her time to eat before he pushed himself up onto his feet, his single ear flicking backwards as his tail rose to arch dominantly over his back while he stretched.

It was a shameless display of masculine power and dominance, even though he did not touch a single fur on her body. He was larger than her, stronger than her, and clearly much more capable than her. He controlled the situation, even while doing nothing other than keeping to himself. It pleased him that he so easily held her attention and that she seemed so interested in him. It bolstered his ego, making him even more bold and cocky than he had been upon her initial arrival. When he had finished stretching back and then forward he moved towards her, circling slowly around her smaller form and letting his nose brush up against the tips of her fur. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a few moments before exhaling as he reached her other side.

She smelled of a pack, but beneath all of that she smelled lovely and feminine. He did not like the pack smell, it smelled of someplace that he did not belong. A soft growl rumbled in his chest, but he swallowed it, not wishing to frighten her just yet. And then he realized she had asked him a question. He cleared his throat softly, taking a step closer to her so that he could stand over her with his shadow covering her face and neck. "I come from Ravenis, in South Igneir." He said, not bothering to say that the pack had not yet officially claimed the territory. They had lived there long enough it was only a matter of time before Mara made it official. "You should meet the pack." He said, meaning to word it so that it sounded like she was joining them. He had no intention of letting her crawl back to obscurity in her former pack. He would bring her home, and he would keep her there. He had been unsure before, but as he stood over her and then slowly stepped over her so that his chest and belly brushed roughly against her head, neck, and shoulders he made up his mind. He would cover her with his scent and replace that of her supposed pack. He would bring her home to Ravenis and he would keep her there for himself.

(Diomedes)