An Unexpected Encounter (Tagged)

[Tiel]

Blood

~Deimos~

Deimos was still sore from the mark on his shoulder. He wanted to go and rest but he couldn't seem like a coward. Not to his new pack. He was on a hunt, not meaning to travel very far, but he was sniffing out the trail of a deer. It must have been a very old trail because it took Deimos much farther than he had expected. Now he was in an odd part of the valley. All of the surrounding trees were covered in bright pink leaves. It was rather disgusting. Deimos was not a fan of touchy-feely places. They reminded him of his past. He had a family and a sister who betrayed him. When the rest of the world seemed happy, Deimos just felt angry. How could wolves celebrate without a genuine reason other than simply for the sake of enjoying life?

It was a relief when Deimos finally saw a deer off in the distance drinking from a small pool of water. He was eager to leave this romantic scenery. The deer was much smaller than he had hoped and it was certainly not worth the trip. Deimos would have liked to do some more hunting in this foreign area if it were not for the cheerful and dainty feeling that the woodlands brought. The fawn appeared so gentle and graceful as it drank from the water. An even better reason to kill it.

[Blood]

Roman wandered among the blossoming trees, and kicked up the faded pink blanketed ground that was littered with petals. The majority of flowers and leaves had fallen to the ground, and half bare trees hardly made cover from the golden autumn sun as the brown and red wolf semi noisily scuffled under the reaching limbs and branches.

With an irritated flick of his tail back and forth, Roman grunted and thought that it was about time to do something with his day. His nose wiggled casually, but it caught the scent of an old deer trail, 'oh why not.' The young male decided to follow the trail, despite his content stomach. At least it would be something entertaining even if he never actually had the intentions of taking it down single pawed.

There. In a spacious clearing not far ahead, stood a young deer, peacefully drinking from a small puddle of water. 'Hmm, that looks like some good chasing, maybe I could get a quick nip to her fluffy tail, if I am snappy about it.' Roman sauntered low behind a thick bush, hazel eyes focused, and thin body wagged as his shoulder blades swayed alternately under his slick fur. With a silent go, Roman let his lung spring from his hideout and bounded over the earth, a wave of petals drafted up behind him and then settled to the ground. Stride after stride, but the next step was never planted, for a dark shadow appeared to his left, and the next moment he was thrown to the ground with an loud grunt. Why was the shadow solid, was it a tree that his shoulder connected with. 'Stupid, it was a wolf. How can my nose be so blind.'

Roman was sprawled out on the petal infested ground, his tail laid over his exposed belly, and a sprinkling of pink flower parts finished him off. In an attempt to look for the deer, the young male craned his head backwards and the upside down image of a spooked pray went running off into the distance.

[Tiel]

In an attempt to attack the deer, Deimos was unexpectedly interrupted by a clumsy, idiotic, she-wolf who was clearly not looking were she was going. Well, this should be awkward, considering this romantic scenery. "Watch where your running!" Deimos said defiantly, "Do you have any idea who you just rammed into?" He puffed out his chest and stood up straighter. The brown and red wolf was sleek and skinny. Deimos realized with an awkward yip that this wolf was male. Deimos opened his mouth to present his name arrogantly, but he realized that he was not entirely sure whether to use his regular name or his new title. "I am Deimos," he tried saying in a deep dramatic tone, "Deimos the Cruel."

He stood blankly, waiting for a response, hoping that this wolf would not have the same reaction as Fjord did. Deimos suddenly remembered why he had come here in the first place, and it was bounding away from them both. He swung his head back in the direction of the deer, irritated. He had come all the way to this sickening place for nothing. Deimos sighed deeply. "Now, just look what you've done..."

[Blood]

"Watch where you're running!" A huge black male wolf leaped out of the underbrush and stood over Roman. The broad chest heaved with anger and his deep purple legs flexed with defined muscles that quivered with his movements. Roman untucked his forepaws from his neck and let them hang in the air on either side of him, displaying the ultimate act of submission. With his most vulnerable parts laid out before the massive brute, the sleek brown male thought it best to start out on a good paw with this new contact, and not come off as vulgar or impolite. Roman's hazel eyes wandered the thick frame of the wolf above him, and followed the curve of his arching neck until reaching eye contact. A sound of surprise came from the midnight black male, and an expression of realization lit his scared face.

"I just rammed into a very strong wolf that now has me under his control." Roman let the words flow out of his mouth in a tone that was respectful and admirable, but also coated with subdued slyness. The large male glared down at him, and stated his name in a significantly haughty voice. "Deimos the Cruel." In reverence, Roman repeated the he wolf's name back to him, and proceeded to share his name. "And I am Roman the Innocent." A feeling of uncertainty came over Roman as he watched Deimos' eyes dilate in focus. He had no idea what this tempered male had in mind for him, but as long as he was stuck in this situation, he would manipulate it for his own benefit of staying alive.

The harsh gaze of the Cruel Deimos shifted from on Roman to the forest where the deer had run off into. "Now , just look what you've done..." In the same tone as before, Roman replied with his best come up, unsure if it would save his life or end it. "Forgive me for spoiling your hunt, but I do believe you have caught a prey much more delectable than a doe."

[Tiel]

Roman was surprisingly humble, and frankly, Deimos was quite easily flattered. Deimos began to relax until Roman mentioned his own name. "...Roman the Innocent." Although Roman didn't sound it, Deimos felt as though he was mocking him, however, Deimos loved the idea of "a prey much more delectable than a doe." "Roman, what side are you?" Deimos demanded. A small part of him hoped he was evil, but if he was good, at least Deimos would have some fun murdering him.

The scenery made this confrontation especially awkward. It gave Deimos a reason to wrap things up quickly. He bared his teeth and lowered his body to pounce. Let's get this over with. I've got things to do. This could go down a few different ways, depending on what side Roman was on. Deimos stood still, quietly listening for a response.

[Blood]

Hazel eyes bore into dark blue orbs as Roman closely observed the breath and shifting of the large body that faced him. Unconsciously the smaller male sent Deimos a little wink, and his brown and red tail flopped to the side. Roman let out a slow breath when he heard the midnight wolf's question. His insides screamed with uneasy, and he greatly wanted to get up and dash away before this brute could snap his jaws around a soft throat or stomach, but despite inward apposition Roman put on a passable mask of calm.

The young wanderer had seldom thought about which side he was on, he simply thought he was a wolf, destined to eternal searching of who he really was. Destined to live the repetitions of life and fulfil his calling as a wild animal. But this Deimos, this Deimos the Cruel was clearly a mean wolf, so Roman's assumptions guessed he was evil, and that meant his life was more in danger of ending sooner if he couldn't do something about it. Therefore the brown and red male decided to play it cool like he had been all along, and try his game at talking his way safe.

"I am on whichever side Deimos is on." The words sounded steady, and Roman did his best to express confidence and assuredness in his reply as he flipped over on his belly and pivoted until he faced the glaring scarred face. With hunches down, Roman lowered his thin chested upper body and bowed in respect but kept his gaze locked with Deimos. "I am willing to go wherever you go Deimos, and do whatever you please, I serve the cruel." The large black male didn't seem happy as he shifted his stance and crouched as if he were going to attack. In doubt, Roman wasn't sure if you just made himself more stuck, or gave himself a death sentence.

[Tiel]

Deimos was in shock. How could anyone be so flexible with which side he was on? How could Roman not be committed to a side? If Deimos was not loyal to being evil, he probably would struggle to find a purpose in life. This wolf was obviously trying to flatter him into saving his life. Lucky for Roman, Deimos was a sucker for flattery. While he knew this wolf was insincere, he also knew he could use his fear to his own advantage. Deimos was eager to get back to his own pack, but decided first to maybe get something out of this encounter, after tragically losing his deer.

"Well you can start by catching me another deer," he paused, "Or something bigger. Like a moose maybe." Deimos sat up straighter. A mischievous grin appeared on his face. He felt powerful. What else could Deimos do with Roman before he left the forest?

[Blood]

Roman sat up at Deimos' first command, his head tilted to the side with a half confused expression, and his ears flopped unevenly sideways. The sleek young male had never hunted anything bigger than a small, small deer, let along a moose. How was he expected to take down one alone? "Okay." Roman decided to act it all cool, and stood up on all four paws, puffing to his full height which hardly came up to eye level of the giant black wolf that had a mischievous grin growing on his ugly scarred face. The young male thought "ugly", but Deimos was more like a wickedly awesome monster that gave him the shivers of fear and reverence combined. In some ways Roman admired this evil brute. He had a purpose, and an alliance that he knew he was a part of, and he couldn't stop looking at the huge toned body and rippling muscles that gleamed in the bright sunlight that streamed through the pink forest. For some reason, roman was having the hardest time finding himself, or finding a companion, and a huge strong body like that would sure give him more of a chance.

"I will chase down the deer. Where do you want me to meet you, or should I howl?" Roman met the dark blue eyes with confidence as he flicked his tail and it brushed against his hind leg. We this his purpose, to serve this dark wolf he slightly envied?

[Tiel]

Deimos had not thought this completely through. He was not just going to sit in the dainty forest awaiting Roman's return. It did make sense for him to bring Deimos the animal later in the day since it would most likely take a while for him to retrieve. But that would give him the opportunity to take off without hunting the moose.....or deer, I guess, since he is a pretty scrawny wolf to kill anything as big as a moose. Deimos looked at the fearful he wolf. He seemed honest, the kind that kept promises, and besides, did Deimos really care that much if he didn't get his deer? "Bring the deer to Midnight Silence," he decided to say. The territory was small enough for Roman to easily find Deimos, and if Fjord or someone murdered him, it would be funny. Deimos smirked. "You have until sunset tomorrow, deal?"

((ooc: if you want to, Roman can jump right into "News to Share" in the mottled trees of MS. Deimos kinda "forgot" about the deal. Liquid time is trippy.))

[Blood]

Roman stiffened at the mention of Midnight Silence. He had heard of the evil pack, but in all his wandering he had stayed clear of the small territory because of quite horrific stories that he had heard concerning that pack. Awareness suddenly hit the brown and red streaked male as he recalled telling Deimos that he was on whichever side the black male was on, and basically had given his life away to Deimos the Cruel and the pack Midnight Silence, but maybe this was who he was meant to be, maybe this was him finding out his purpose. Midnight Silence made his stomach twist in an uncomfortable way, but this was a new thing, something other than the mundane of his boring life, something he was whiling to accept and embrace.

"I will do my best to seek out the deer and bring you the meat. Expect me before the sun sets..." Roman huffed his reply in a proud tone and bowed low again to the giant black beast. "Deimos the Cruel." He then turned tail and trotted away through the forest, a cloud of pink petals floating up in his wake.

-Exit Roman-

[Tiel]

Deimos snorted at Roman hiding his true feelings. This wolf truly was going to bring him this deer. He was going to risk his life by coming to Midnight Silence just to keep his promise to Deimos. A sudden wave of respect for this he wolf washed over Deimos. Surely if Deimos was Roman in that situation, he would have just left like a coward without hunting the deer and hope he didn't ever run into Deimos ever again.

"Very well," he said in a booming voice, then swiveled around and trotted out of the forest on his way back to his pack. He hadn't caught a single prey on his trip, but of course, as Roman had said before, Deimos managed to find "a prey much more delectable than a doe."

~Exit Deimos~