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Now, he was used to strolling through more densely vegetated regions, full of trees and roots, where thick branches and collections of leaves blocked out the sun's harsh, disapproving glare. But this particular location, though not so densely protected, did have its fair share of vegetation—an even amount of grass that scratched at his muscular limbs and paws as the male walked, his tongue lolling out. He had an affinity for the water as much as he did forests, though. And he was no stranger to fishing. His heterochromatic gaze sweeped the area as he marched along the creek, the slightest of uncertainty to be lost in his stride. There was no one here, it seemed. Shame, he was looking to have a bit of fun. Entertainment was rare to come across, especially since many refused to speak to Seeker, crying out that he was weird or creepy or that they had to go somewhere. Excuses, excuses! Pah! I'm not a bad guy, really... At that, the ochre canine released an amused snort.

Did he try to appear malevolent? No, of course not. He considered himself as a normal creature, and even more so with his plain pelt. The wolves in the White Wolf Mountain region were...peculiar, to say the least. What with their bright pelts and fantastic abilities. Indeed, he was a stranger to these harsh lands, but not for long. Avoiding the watchful gaze of opportunistic, aggressive packs awaiting to eat him up, he had settled as a mere loner that would travel from abandoned densite to densite, never sticking in one place for an extended amount of time. The "irrelevant scum" he was now, he wouldn't need a permanent home. And it wasn't as if he were not content with his current existence. No, he enjoyed it very much. After all, he was here for one reason: exterminate the sinners. He believed that he was a vigilante, fighting a good fight on behalf of those too afraid to rise to the occasion. Alas, he was anything but.

The looming male abruptly paused, his ears swiveling around as he did so. There was something—or someone—around. And he wasn't going to let them slip by unnoticed. A wicked grin formed on his maw, and he glanced around to see where and what this creature may be. "Come out, come out..."

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Goblin (Angel):

Run. Run away. Run far from here and then keep running. You are never allowed back! Goblin squeezed her eyes shut as her father's words barked in her head. A stream of tears blew off her face as she stumbled through the dense woods, surrounded by trees and rocks, and who knows what else lurked in the shadows. Days. It had been days since she was chased from her home, but she hadn't bothered to count the days. It didn't matter now, the trauma of being banished from her home pack by her very own family members was enough to numb the tender hearted she-wolf for a good while. Why was it so hard for her to get over it? She had already grown up knowing she was worthless to the pack and would eventually be cast out. So why did it feel like her heart was being stabbed with a hundred thorns.

Again Goblin shook her head and shut her eyes tight trying to erase the horrid words of her father. She continued to trample through the woods, but she lost her step and tumbled over a thick tree root with a whimpering cry. Head over paws, she summersaulted a few feet before landing in a heap on the ground. Brown mud and leaves stuck to her matted fur and her tail was knotted with burrs. Exhaustion and pain showed clearly on the dirt streaked face of the small she-wolf as she sat up from her fall. A deep sigh shook her tiny chest before she stood up on her thin legs and once again continued to stumble through the woods with no direction. Her pale yellow eyes watched the ground closer this time, but her small paws still tripped and twisted. She needed to find food, and water, and a safe place to rest, but she didn't know where to find any of that. Back in her pack she knew where the brook ran down the mountain slope past the elder berry trees, and her favorite place to nap curled up under the huge spruces. And when the pack would hunt, there was always food, even if it was the last scraps that she would only get. How was she supposed to survive out here, all alone? She was only a year old and never taught how to be a loner. Goblin's situation was hopeless, but she didn't want to give up hope, there was always something to hope for.

Not too far ahead a musical sound was caught by the pale she-wolf's flicking ears, running water! The woods had also grown less dense, and tall grass started to cover the ground in replacement of the moss and mud patches. A gentle wag of her tail showed her excitement but her slow pace didn't quicken. Pain suddenly stabbed at her right paw forcing her to fall to her rump and stop. The scent of blood passed over the air as Goblin investigated her paw to see what had caused the sharp pain. Her nose touched her raw pads and indeed there was a bead of blood that had formed on the bottom her paw. Gingerly she licked it clean, but the scent of blood was still thick on the air. This confused the pale white female, but she decided to go find the water first.

Carful limps made slow progress, but the sound of the refreshing liquid encouraged her on. A voice suddenly called out, and the small wolf practically leapt out of her muddy fur. She landed in a defensive position, with her tail between her legs and a raised hackle. The voice demanded she come out, but where was he? Goblin shivered in fear, not sure if this wolf could be a threat or not.

"W-where are you?" Her whisper could barely be heard over the gurgling water of the nearby creek.

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Contrary to the young female, Seeker's irrelevant position in his native pack had not been forcefully ursurped and ripped from his once-buttery claws. No, he had embarked on the journey into a nomadic lifestyle on his very own accord. Had he been influenced into riding a different wave? Perhaps. His old comrades had not taken a liking to his oddities and peculiar interests, and they had promptly refused to maintain any ties with him as he developed into a strong—but no less unusual—adolescent male. Alas, the trauma came from a different faction of wolves, another pack that could possibly be deemed "neutral." He had been a prime suspect to the murder of a well-respected packmate's, who had met his fate on the hunting grounds, surrounded by fellow scouts of prey. If he was indeed guilty of the crime, the male would never say. He knew what had occurred, but at this point he was perfectly content with bending the truth to unknowing strangers to appear very innocent. Their rage...their apprehension...their fear of him...that was horrific. It changed him drastically; that very experience made something snap within him, changing the male from a mere mama's boy to something far sinister and evil...but he would never address either of those statements.

The scent of a particular crimson liquid stabbed into his nostrils, and his ears twitched. Blood. So this unfamiliar creature was bleeding. Was it a mere accidental scratch, or perhaps a poke of a thorn, or was this a disabling incident? He felt a peculiar pang of hunger at that thought, but he forced himself to push such ideas away. His unmatching gaze landing on the female, he recognized the figure as a fellow wolf. She bore a pale pelt with uneven splotches—something that stood out, much like many other wolves in the White Wolf Mountain region. Alas, perhaps she could be of use to him somehow...

Appearing from the last wisps of shadow the woods cast out, the muscular ochre male stepped forward, a wide grin on his maw. "Here. There. Who knows?" Seeker drawled, chuckling softly at his ever-so-contradicting statement. Ah, an introduction! "But where are my manners? I am Seeker," he quickly added, dipping himself down in a mocking "bow" of sorts. "Who might you be?"

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Goblin:

Her pale yellow eyes, wide with fear, darted back and forth along the woods, searching through the shadows until a huge figure imurged. The wolf looked as tall and intimidation as a moose, but as strong and ferocious as a bear. His fur was a bright orange shade that stood out against the dark forest, and lit like fire when the sun touched it. Long white fangs locked together in a spine chilling smile that greeted the fear pariliyzed pup. Even if she wanted to Goblin wouldn't have been able to flee into the bushes because her joints were frozen in place, and every tendon was stiff. With a trembling body Goblin watched the monster approach, her large eyes crawled over his massive figure and watched his defined muscles slide and ripple under his fury pelt. In turn he bent his head and first his brown eye held her, and then his blue eye. There was nothing the small pale she-wolf could do but continue to shrink under his petrifying gaze.

This was her end, she knew it. She knew she was never going to survive long in the wild, there had never been any hope for her. This wolf simply had no other intentions but to kill her, and even now as he neared she could smell the death that he reaked of. Fear had completely over taken her thoughts, changing the simply into extreme and feeding her only the lies of her overwhelming emotion. She had even forgotten about her wounded paw.

From the shining white knife like teeth leaked a sinister deep voice that spoke to Goblin. He let out a rumbling chuckle that seeped through Goblin's bones and said that his name was Seeker. His body bent and lowered and his neck twisted in a humble bow as he asked to hear her name in return. "Mmhm." Goblin mumbled, again barely a whisper as she struggled to open her clattery jaw. Her unblinking eyes peered up, locked on his towering figure while she stuttered out her reply. "Mm, m-my name is... Gah- ah, Angel." She continued to stare at him, hoping for some small chance that if he cared to know her name, he would at least spare her life. Please don't kill me please don't kill me please don't kill me. Repeatedly ran through her head as she watched the strong flexing muscles and long sharp fangs of the frightening stranger.