|
He had lost her. How on earth could he have lost her? it was puzzling to him, and yet he felt it more of a game than anything, they were after all, both assassin's it was duelly noted in the dark creatures mind that he had tested Skully in much the same fashion as this. Though he did detest the idea of not knowing exactly where this Diveen was, and why on earth he had to track down Malina in order to find it. His nose is to the ground, recon was one of his specialties, along with the killing aspect of his creed. He and Skully would always be the perfect team, they completed each other perfectly. Skully had the weight and height to take down any creature no matter the size, while Beo had the agility, speed and stamina to out run anything that could get away from Skully. They were a perfect killing team. Always had been, always would be.
The winter had thrown them into it's icey embrace fairly quickly, it's fingers pulling along the ground and coating the world in icing and sugar flakes. Making him think of a peaceful time that he had never had the chance to be in. He had been continually in war for as long as he could remember. Pack's always fighting each other, he'd started out as a soldier in the begining, a grunt for all intensive purposes. But as training started and the commanders saw the potential in him as a pup they began to hone those skills and soon he was in the elite ranks of the assassins. This is how he met Skully really, he'd been sent out to scout a newly formed pack, to check in on them and see what they were up to. To him and his pack, being an assassin was the highest form of honour, one in this position could obtain any female they desired, could pick from the litters right off the bat to begin training.
In this pack he found a female, large and incharge, or so she had thought, though it wasn't fair to call her a she, for really Skully is and will always be an It. Caught in between wanting to be male but forced to be female. But Beowulf never saw in genders, assassin's come in all shapes, colors and creeds, they aren't a specific mold or else everyone would know one when they see one. So he had watched It, watched the he/she for days on end. When at last he figured it was time he had come down out of the mountains and spoken with the creature. After some time and the similar test that Malina was running him through, intentionally or not, he had a new partner. He has found himself in a different part of the crater as he looks up.
This was a casual movement as blood orange eyes sweep across the landscape as ears pivot at the sound of something not to far away from him, the area here is very swampy though in the winter the ground was hard and the grass spikey as it brushed against his leg. Something had moved. He is alert; eyes and ears moving to follow the sound of faint foot steps until they stop, silence for a moment as he calculates were the being has stopped. There had been a faint rustle as life leaked out onto the ground, the sweet tang of blood rises with the early morning light. Slowly, silently he moves through the brush and what he finds, strikes him as... interesting. A female of white with a deep russet stripe that runs from nose to tip, straight between the eyes. His own red marking is more spread out and fades towards the shoulder. He sits down on his haunches and gives a slight cough to let her know that he is there. He doesn't know the difference between Diveen and Iromar, or the 'hatred' that runs deep in both packs for the other. Another war he will be involved in possibly? no one knows for sure.
"Talks like this"
|