Changing Reflections [Dirge only]

[cynder]

xooc] This thread is for Crow only, please don't post unless either of us say so. Thank you :]

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It was such a rare thing for Cynder to experience an actual day where she didn't feel like her mind was being lost to her. More even, considering rare was a practical understatement. She felt quite in control of herself today, and the memories and voices fell like silent whispers fading into a distant echo that would eventually disappear. Although the she wolf was well aware that it was more or less a mere temporary situation, she was going to make the best of it while she could. More recently the memories of Celosia had been confusing her, and it was a side that she did not have any desire to relive for the time being. The Lector had been wrong, the more she tried in controlling these abilities the worse things became. If there was ever a time Cynder wished she'd been born without such natural powers, it was now. If not for them, Rasler may of still been alive and she'd of known where Acal had taken Xannon. A dejected sigh escaped her ebony lined lips, ears pressed foreword through the thick tresses of fur that lined her lean skull, the faint sound of rushing water hitting her sensitive lobes like a pin being dropped in an empty cavern. With a lofty air of grace and swiftness, her direction changed from the woodlands and towards the audible growing sound. The smell of crisp snow littered the air, and with each balance paced step a small 'crunch' entered the atmosphere from beneath her.

Tail hung freely, giving an occasional wag as she drew nearer to the source. She had initially believed that with winter's brutal frost and low tempatures that the majority of the lands water source had been frozen over, thus causing her to receive any hydration by eating the snow. The canine had not expected that there was an ever flowing source of water nestled so neatly amidst the landscape. Of course it's not frozen.. well at least no entirely. She added quietly to herself, for upon further investigation Cynder had emerged from the white flecked undergrowth and out into the open. Her neck craned upwards, violet eyes landing on the top of the hill side where the water flowers. Up above, the water was frozen and hard as ice. Yet beneath it flowed the continuos stream of liquid, which resulted in the bottom half to remain untouched by the cold. Bitterly cold drops of water sprayed in vicious mists that arose from the pool of water, as they nearly froze upon reaching her onyx lined pelt. Deciding it best not to get herself frozen like a stature, she gave her hide a quick and rough shake to free herself of any clinging moisture. Paws shifting as she prepared herself to turn around and go the other way when something caught her attention. Just out of the corner of her left purple glossed vision there was a small dark opening.

With vague curiosity, she stopped mid step and tilted her head to the side. Optic pools of sight narrowing in on the spot as her mind began singling out a way to reach the cave's mouth. The water was cold, too cold to traverse with a swim. But the rocks nearby, if she was lucky she might managed to use those for an appropriate use of balance. With a new found determination the wolf's muscles set to work, padding along the outskirts of the water she reached the starting point of her destination. Sniffing quietly the shore, Cynder took a deep and silent breath before her legs heaved back. Propelling herself foreword with a light jump. Thank goodness the rock was large, for as soon as she hit her pads slipped against the slick hardened layers of frozen water that covered it's base. Her claws where unable to scratch for a holding and so she slammed her back end down as if to sit. Stopping only a few inches from the edge that led into the freezing depths. Virtus would've been able to do this.. and Celosia too. She reminded herself scoldingly, as if it would somehow help. It did.. in a way. Quietly Celosia's memories and subconscious; that which was stolen by her own flesh and blood began to stir within the deep abyss of her mind. Knowledge that wasn't there before; knowledge that rightfully belonged to Celosia once through her own experience and hard work - now belonged to Cynder through mere accidental memory theft.

With a new found confidence, Cynder began unknowingly using the information to set her body in the right position - this way and that as she maneuvered from one stone to the next until finally, success. Claws clicked quietly against the stoney ground, slinking her way through the small narrow gap. Her forepaws scratched at the ground for a grip, but found none. As a result she kicked out her back left hind leg in order to squeeze through. What she found caused a clear and eerier gasp to escape her jowls. A plume of warm breath pouring from her maw as her eyes widened a bit, adjusting to the faint darkness. It was like.. a giant chamber. Only instead of the rough rocky walls the female expected to find, she was surrounded by falling water. Slowly, she moved more towards the center. It was colder here, but with it's large expanse she managed to get more towards the center to avoid any actual water. Now this was something. This was as if the gods themselves had carved out the bowl like platform. But for what? Sniffing the air, her trap parted. Breathing in any signature scents that may of been left behind. They where foreign and hard to discern, some even stale and forgotten. Turning on her paws, she went in a small circle to look around before stopping again. What exactly had this place been used for?

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ooc;;Sorry, I had to keep it short and quick. | x

Rotting flesh, burning corpses and innocent bodies lying about on the ground, ridden with maggots that clean away the dead skin and everything else that they find appealing on the carcass. That strong scent flooding over his system, filling him to the rim and warming his senses to an appealing glow; it was the scent of death and hostility, if it was ever dubbed a scent. All signs of hope, faith, life, were gone, lost to the night and the flooding of anger rousing deep in the soul of one, or more creatures, all of the night, shrouded in nothing but cloaks of shadows and darkness, lost in their own lifeless forms as they looked upon the death and inhumanity of it all . . . but that’s just what it was, it was inhumane and so were all of those eyes.

If you were to say that each and every single creature that wanders upon the lands called earth had a different look in each of their eyes, then I would have to let you pause, and think on this moment for a heartbeat, let it sink into you and float through your mind, feeling the wheels start to turn and you would know that this very picture, if it were to be taken and painted, it would be shunned away from all mankind. The very sense that keeps us from the beasts is that they have no reason not to kill each other off, for the fun of it, or just because they were sent to do so and would not disobey anyone of a higher order. All of them sheathed perfectly, safe and unable to be taken down, as an order they would be formed, they would rise and they would rule over everything, and they would be lead by powerful sirs of great capability, but with many flaws.

Or so it was thought. . .

x x Reclining lazily in the moist den, sleep strung to his weary limbs after a long day of hunting and bordering. Sleep seemed to be carrying along his eyes, his body stock still and steadily rising chest shown but his dreams were haunting him. Dirge's dark body seemed to be masked with the shadows and the only thing that could be seen were the slits of gold as his eyes fluttered open briefly. So many horrible thoughts shrouded his mind and his tassel swung around to hold himself tighter, hoping to feel that he was going to be alright. Too many times his life had been destroyed and he been ridiculed, it hurt anymore to look at the others around him, but he was trying to his fullest. . . though sarcasm clung to his every word at times. The wolf snapped his striking face up to see a ebony-pelted femme walk into the mysterious cavern of water, quick to mask him and his scent and mold with the shadows of the rocks to get a better view about the she-wolf who had came into his place. After all, he found it first, so he claimed it before all others.[/font][/size][/ul][/center]

[cynder]

xooc] Fwee no worries :] Dirge is awesome xD // Sorry for the Delay, my sis always hogs the com on the weekends x.x It's a bit short, sorry. Didn't have much time

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Something didn't feel right among this peaceful place. Though Cynder could not quite say what it was, for all she knew it was just her nerves unraveling. But that soft and cold tingle that rung up her neck and into her ears said otherwise. Violet optics narrowed, not out of anger of frustration but suspicion. Your just being paranoid.. She thought restlessly, and silently willed the fur that had begun to stand poised on her back to go flat. There was nothing here except an empty cave and a few stale scents. Get ahold of yourself. That little calm voice mused in her thoughts, and deciding that perhaps she was being a bit too skeptical and suspicious, her hind legs shifted and folded beneath her weight. Sitting down, black bushy tail curled and wrapped about her haunches delicately. To her own surprise, she felt a little better. Although for such a big cavern, whether it was hidden behind the falls or not; the place seemed a bit empty and lacking in attractiveness. However, she did suppose that it would make the perfect place to stay - if no others knew about it yet, maybe she could make this her spot. The idle suggestion played around in her mind precariously, dancing this way and that until her mind came to a full halt. It was decided, she'd stay here rather than in one of those shabby earth bound dens. Besides, being so close to the water almost made her feel as if Rasler might pop out of no where as if he was playing one of his little jokes.

As if Cynder was really expecting it, her head swiveled; glancing over her shoulder anxiously. Only to find.. nothing and no one. A crinkle formed across her brow line and a low snarl of irritation stirred from her throat. Pushing out her fore legs she plopped herself to lay flat on her belly. Ears pinned back tightly while she glared into the darkness. Stupid Acacallis.. what right did he have to take my son from me? That strong headed fool. Never listened to anybody. A temper began swirling about in her mind, opening the flood gates to Celosia's suppressed memories. Memories that were better left alone due to the effect they had on the black pelted female, now came to a full swing.

'Oh give me a break Rhea, your ability pales in comparison to my own. They'd be complete fools if they even thought about letting you take a rank in the pack. But.. they're also stubborn. So I suppose the only way to show them, is to get rid of you.' The glossy white and narrowly built vixen spat venomously at Rhea. The next thing Cynder could recall was staring down at herself, no, not staring exactly. It was like she was inside her own sister and saying the very same words. Only to later discover that amidst Celosia's attempt to burn Cynder alive, she'd managed to grab the ivory coated she wolf by the paw. That's all she'd needed. Just that little touch, to do so much damage. Like a roller coaster Cynder's consciousness was thrown into a torrent of chaos and oblivion. Subconsciously subtracting everything, down from Celosia's first word to her last. While Cynder would have liked to say after that it had been an accident, that she really hadn't meant to destroy her kin's mind; she couldn't. Cynder knew that in all reality, it would always come down to this. Her.. or Celosia. So, she chose the only thing she could. To survive.

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x x Dirge reared back his head in suppressed surprise as an ebony femme made her appearance in the moist, humid, cavern. A wrinkle forming on his pointed face as his lips curled back in a silent snarl of irritation, how dare she lay on his floor? The male trembled, tail lashing in the effort to control himself from barking out a sharp comment with a string of attitude, the fur along his chest and spine raising in non-verbal annoyance as he quited himself from howling out his rage. Oh yes, he was the dominant one in this cave, and he wasn't going to let some she-wolf prance around and do whatever she wanted on his watch. Golden optics flashed at once, narrowed into angry black slits as they slinked over to the dark form of Cynder to stare down at the beautiful but intruding creature below them. "Hmph." Dirge railed his teeth together in a temper-mental grind, muttering the word with an unusual calm tone as he allowed the cloak of darkness to release itself from his gray-black and brown streaked body for the she-wolf to see him for what he was.

x x Dirge examined the other wolf casually with a scowl, at least she wasn't an oldster or some persisting cub or whatnot. That was fine with him for the moment, as long as she didn't get on his tail or try to attack him in any means. "Femme, I see that you have found the Waterfall Arena." The male addressed with a romantic smile that could send icy chills down the the backs of any creature looking at the ghastly canines that were hidden in the ivory prison of his jaws. Well, there was nothing wrong with trying to pick up a lady, right? If she didn't know him, then it was possible that she would think that he lived hear and was . . . nice. Dirge shivered with disgust, careful not to let any cross emotion flutter on his face as he dismissed the action before Cynder could catch it. The sleek wolf licked his chops before going on with his opening statement. "Do you seek shelter from the harsh claws of winter? Or do you come here because of mere smite to the fact that this place was though in-habited?" Dirge questioned, not quite knowing how the name of the mysterious cavern the two were in right now had found itself into his mind and somehow in his own sentence. He stould, paws rooted straight and firmly to the ground as he held up his chest with perked ears trained to catch he faintest of sounds or words in the outside world he had grown up in.

x x Hn, interesting. Dirge narrowed both left and right ear as he wondered why in the world a she-wolf old enough to have had one litter be in such a lonely place by herself. But that wasn't the point, right now it was about his influence and how he appeared to the wolf before him . . . which was probably some obnoxious male who didn't mind his own business. His grin widened ever so slightly as he stifled a laugh of amusement, oh if she knew the real Dirge. The snappy I hate yappity one that masked his face whenever there were others around. But Cynder was lucky, for the second and perhaps the last time in his young life, would he reveal the side that he had always carried. The one that was romantic, kind, and poetic. This side he despised because it made him appear life some softie who was obsessed by roses, the side that most of the she-wolves liked more than the maul-tempered one. It was sort of like . . . a secret identity, one could say if that was the case. Dirge sniffed to clear his nostrils, before he started pacing around the perimeter of the strange cave, torso swaying rhythmically with each step as he waited for some sort of reply from Cynder that would appease his everyday boredom of the dull morning and much loved but dreary weather that was pelting the landscape in a frosty coat that froze even the prettiest of plants to the barren and cracked soil below their black pads.

x x The male waited patiently, the only sounds penetrating the deep, echoing silence being the timed drip-drop of the water off the stalactites above their heads and the faint drumming of his lean paws as they struck the ground with unyielding accuracy. Many questions were pouncing around in the mind of Dirge, mainly focused on the femme, her name, her past, her powers. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't see him as some malevolent freak of nature, or a monster cursed to walk the world till her drew his last breath. Maybe, she wouldn't ridicule him like all the other stupid members of his species. These thoughts managed to escape Dirge in the form of a barely catchable snort, oh, it was useless. Nobody liked him in the first place, so why should or would that change when he met some random she-wolf out of nowhere? Oh, he couldn't be this mad, could he? It was impossible to make a relationship with a femme, they would end up ruining your life later anyways, it was all just a matter of time before they bend your heart in two or run off for another mate. He knew this because it had happened between his own godforsaken mother and father whom he wished had never lived, that way he wouldn't have been born in the first place. Tisk, tisk , tisk, being "negative" wasn't the brightest thing in the world, was it?[/font][/size][/center][/ul]

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Hmph. That single little word sonorously reverberated throughout Cynder's canine senses like a fire cracker, essentially snapping the jet black figure out of her subtle trance. Set of violet eyes went round; in a manner of speaking, before narrowing up at the multi colored brute that stood before her. Not in any discontent, but to hide the she wolf's quiet alarm so as not to look a fool. Of course. How could she of been so reckless and ignorant not to remember that there where others? Not necessarily others like herself in the same ability aspect, but those who shared in the capabilities of using other worldly powers. It had only been a matter of time before coming into contact with one who could hide there body entirely; though whether it was a manner of shadows or completely disappearing, Cynder couldn't say. Seeing the male's own faint scowl, the black pelted wolf could not help but express a controversial grimace of her own. With him standing so near, it was easier to tell that what she believed initially as a glowering brute, seemed now to be no more than a vexed and questioning stranger. By the look of him, at least a few months younger, but even then it was hard to decipher his age to an exact date for the fellow canine wasn't exactly a small fellow. Considering Cynder knew nothing about the extent of his abilities either, she decided it might be best to simply play it in a placid manner. No point in 'poking the bear' per say, despite the feelings of Celosia in her head saying nothing more than 'this could be fun'.

Cynder felt a sweeping tingle roll over her figure. Was it fear? Excitement? Something about that wickedly devilish smile caused one question after the next to pour into her thoughts. A part of her wanted nothing more than to get up and walk away, but there was still those other feelings that urged her to stay and see just what may happen. This male was intriguing at best, and the subconscious air of mystery that clung about him and his entire demeanor brought a thin sly smile to creep over the end of her muzzle. Just who was this guy? Handsome? Certainly, but a relationship was the last thing on Cynder's mind. Doesn't mean we can't look. Celosia's voice rang in her head, and for a moment she almost laughed at herself. Celosia always had been a bit too promiscuous, and having inherited her emotions and memories through theft was in no way helping the situation for Cynder. Celosia preferred those ill tempered sort, where as Cynder chose to be far more calculating in her choices. Looking at everything as a whole rather than in fractions. "The Waterfall Arena huh? Can't say I see why anyone would call it that." Her answer was laced with a sort of sarcasm that mingled with the hint of a playful nature, but more or less awareness, as if silently asking 'what's it to you'?

After her last encounter with the inhabitants of this terrain, Cynder wasn't quite sure she wanted to play any logical part in this conversation. "Winter is not of any interest to me, though it is harsh, I've survived three already. One more won't be too much a trouble, right? And while I'll admit I thought I was alone; I happened upon this place by mere chance." Cynder answered with a calm clarity of repose, deciding it best after run in with Ryuk and Rain to remained at least somewhat neutral and indifferent to this Hessian. Tilting her head, orbs fixated on the stranger, her paws pushed against the ground as she moved to stand up. Observing the unknown male while he veered away a bit to walk around the empty, water surrounded cavern. His pacing reminded the she wolf all too well of her own impatience towards the everyday tedious aspects of life. That longing for something exhilarating to occur. Sticking ones fangs into flesh, that first drop of blood. Ones first lover and loss, the joy of pups. Instances that dared to go beyonds the mediocrity of life to provide something much more fulfilling. With a flick of her tail, muscles shifted beneath her hide and flesh, allowing her to pad a few paces of her own to observe him from the side. While Cynder was interested in just what it was that might have been going through this male's head, the vixen wasn't quite sure how her body and abilities might react to being touched. She'd never felt such a confusion about what she wanted to do since the incident with Rasler. Which was only a bit unusual since Cynder was confident in the majority of her actions; aside from those select few. "What about you? Got a name?"

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x x So she speaks. The multi-colored male cast a cool glance over the tip of his shoulder with a smile, one so devilish as if all the lust and envy had been born upon it. "Who wants to know?" Dirge side-countered Cynder with a sly but foolish tone that crept into his words, defying her previous statement like a snake unyielding and suffocating its prey underneath its iron grasp. True, how he built his comment was one that needed no further words to express the feelings that hid in there deep, sinister, depths. Curiosity? Sarcasm? There was only one wolf in the world who had the potential of unlocking this beast at the moment, and that was the ever so lucky Cynder. The canine paused, circling the she-wolf with an icy demeanor before taking a seat near the left wall of the arena, waves of sharp excitement weaving through the coarse pelt of Dirge as he flexed a single paw in thought, thin black talons ending in a smooth curve slipping in and out like lethal knives as he did so. Instruments of mass destruction if used correctly, born to each and every other wolf for a single purpose: death. Without a moment to waste, the brute snapped his head up to lock orbs with that of the femme in one swirling moment that seemed to stop time, electrifying gold hues meeting with exotic violet ones in one sleek action that stopped the sense of reality for one split second only. It was certain, the game was on.


x x Dirge blinked, breaking the trance and calculating his next move before rising on all fours and padding back to Cynder, putting a few feet between them as he spoke, "The Waterfall Arena, I suppose, might be named for the startling fact that it has been stained by many a battle. Or . . . I'm guessing, for the fact that it draws other to it." His voice held cunning and wits, coming out from his throat in a sadistic manner as if the words themselves were enough to pose a threat, but yet romantic and enough to get even the most peaceful femme to get on her edge. He slinked closer to the female, whispering the comment in her ear in a wicked whisper that did not make him the mistake of making contact with her fur or body in any way. There was something about her that aroused his most inner emotions to come into the fray, from the beginning he had sensed something strange and ethereal about Cynder as she entered the water flocked cavern, and by the way she constructed her words and chose carefully, the shade of her pools, he knew that she was hiding a power of some sort. Ah, so he wasn't the only one out there with gifts blessed by mother nature to be wielded for their own personal gain. After all, if they weren't meant to use their talents, then why were they born with them in the first place? The very meaning of this question flattered Dirge, so many could put their opinions and views to the test, but none would be exactly correct. The beast dismissed the puzzling thoughts as he watched the femme, muscles tough with sinew rippling throughout his tawny-colored pelt as he shifted a paw while he waited to see if his efforts of getting on the good side of this femme with his bad-boy charm and discovering more about her were working or not.

x x A tingling sensation swept through the hard, rough, pads of Dirge as he planned out what to do and say next. This she-wolf, with her aloof attitude, made it quite the hard job to mess with her mind and bend her into his own liking. But at least it gave him something to do other then stand around a boring `ol cave all day without any company or someone to vex or bother. Not like he wanted to be vexed or bothered by any pest who would happen to stray into the Waterfall Arena and get on his nerves. If his plan was working, the female would be wanting to know more about him as well. Maybe he could catch her interest? Dirge pricked his ears, a thought forming in his dark mind as the next drop of water fell and splattered into the puddle of liquid that had been created since the time the sun peeked out from the clouds and basked the frigid soil with its warming rays of radiance. As on a que, no drop could be heard for a few moments; as if someone had stopped the cycle by some unnatural means. Alas, all was not as it seems. The temperature in the cave suddenly grew stiff and sharp, far from the moist texture it was emitting a few seconds earlier, and now a cold claw that pricked under the pelts of any creature, chilling them down to the bone. At once, a crackle could be heard, followed by a ear-splitting crash as a droplet fell into the frozen pool of water and shattered into a thousand, tiny, but glinting shards that reflected the snow and illuminated into a ghostly white by the landscape outside the entranceway. Oh no, he wasn't finished yet.

x x Before anything else could happen or break the silent barrier that had masked all other words, more abnormal crackling sounds could be heard, echoing off the cave walls as the water below Cynder and Dirge's pads hardened and formed into a thin layer of ice that grazed the soft flesh underneath their paws like fleas nipping at their fur and more. "So missy, whats your name, hmm?" Dirge, appearing as if he was coaxing her with the way he sounded. The wolf flicked his brittle and bushy tail with a sentimental gaze at it, before returning his attention back to Cynder with a daring grin that seemed to get most she-wolves flippin. But he was sure that his little demonstration wasn't going to impress her even one bit, or maybe not even loosen the cap that was sealed tightly over the femme's history or real emotions. But make haste, Dirge would find out what secrets Cynder held in the pit of her heart,and he was in a determined yet pleased mood at the moment. How wrong he was, life just never failed to surprise him anymore.[/font][/size][/center][/ul]

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He knows how to play. Malignant and sardonic tones whispered unnervingly in skull, as if the words themselves where being spoken directly into her ear. Yet Cynder knew it was Celosia speaking such sweet nothings, but at the same time felt such daunting and foreign emotions thunder deep within her chest. The wheels had been spun, and though time continued slipping past the present, this feminine fatale could feel as if the clocks had stopped. Frozen in place every time a single word rolled from that brusque and charming tongue, her mind worked swiftly as he spoke. Collecting each word like a vital piece of information to be obtained and never let go. Even his defiance in the slightest was perceived with the highest regard; though Cynder would never speak such thoughts aloud. Charcoal pelted frame moved with a new found assertiveness and grace the canine hadn't boasted since she was a pup. Paws lifted, limbs adjusting her set weight and pose to follow Dirge's circling figure with a similar frigid stance. "I do." The vixen replied coyly, her tail giving a gentle toss while the wolf's head lifted a bit more proudly as it daring the male to find a suitable retort for that. Though she could think of a dozen answers to such a remark, it was always interesting to hear what others had to say. Her movement stopped upon watching him veer towards the left wall. Jaws parted a mere centimeter and closed to give a light snap at the air, ivories exposing themselves in an amused grin.

Dark purple visionaries focused in on his paw, watching each phalange flex to reveal a razor sharp claw. Her attention was caught by the motion before catching the brute's entrancing and tantalizing golden optics lock onto her own gaze. Ebony painted ears pushed foreword vigilantly, awaiting his next move. To see him start over and draw nearer, Cynder's joints froze in place. Tail lifting just ever so much while her cranium drew up and back curiously. Cynder was prepared to parry to the right a few steps, only to find Dirge had his self control down to the smallest of pin points. His whisper spoken so clearly, yet this embodied hellion had managed to avoid touching a single hair on her body. Smart move. Did he know something she didn't? Or mayhap he'd merely avoided any physical contact by mere chance rather than knowledge. Whatever the case, each syllable parting from his ebony rims awoke something inside. Somehow the notion of standing in a pit stained with the dried blood of wolves long gone was eerily..satisfying. There was a chance these where Celosia's feelings on the matter, but Cynder was also sure that part of it was her too. Each audible tone plucked from his vocal cords and into the air was like a sweet and terrifyingly tune being played in her head. The way he spoke was both direct and elusive. Cunning and charismatic. Feeling the warm breath from his words tickled her ear and caused it to flick, fur covered crown turning to look at the male more directly after he'd spoken. He was"Is it blood that interests you then.. or something else?" The question was delicately played out, curious as to what exactly had drawn him here of all places, for the masculine had stated no sensible reason thus far; that she could guess. These feelings incited a riot of notions to clutter her head, clouding the wolf's more diligent side and replacing it with the sure and fiery desire to seek the unknown. In this case, that unknown was him.

Her facial features remained masked behind by a casual facade, although if Dirge had looked close enough he might have seen that tiniest glint in her violet pools. That minor glaze that spoke out her intrigue and lust to know more. The sound of dripping water brought Cynder away from this thought, her head turning away from the male to eye the puddle. Observing the quiet ripple from the aftermath. The air seemed denser suddenly, and every possible move Cynder might have made with her lean physique ceased, violet set of eyes staring at the water before the sound of crashing ice echoed inside the Arena from the outside world. The sudden silence was that followed was an uncomfortable one, yet the black she wolf managed to finally tear her gaze away from the puddle and look towards Dirge. She could feel the soft but solid and thin layer of ice formulating beneath her paws, and instinctively her front paw rose a moment, followed by her back legs before replacing itself on the cold terrain once more. Cynder fidgeted, and didn't care for once whether someone saw her do it or not. Just the notion of water freezing made the canine edgy. What if a piece of the frozen falls landed in front of the entrance and froze over? Who knew how long they might end up being stuck in here. For a moment, violet pools appeared darkened. Tuning in on the male's face as if trying it out an answer from his expression. Did he freeze the ice? No.. his ability lyes with something else. Cynder reminded herself of how Dirge had seemingly appeared out of thin air before her. Unaware that she was completely wrong. So missy, whats your name, hmm? Missy? A brow arched in a menacing and bemused manner, her muscles finally finding the will to stop fidgeting as she carefully placed one pad in front of the other to draw closer to the unknown hessian, maw leaning foreword and aiming to stop just a few centimeters from his own muzzle. "You expect me to answer when you've avoided my own questions? Tsk tsk.. that's not a very nice way to play."

She was curious to know just what his brown and black fur felt like almost, yet restrained herself from leaning in any farther, head pulled back and she rolled her eyes as if bored. Yet the look on her face could not even hide the enjoyment she was getting out of this conversation, despite her reposed disposition. This male was quite amiable, and while Cynder was impressed with the way he handled himself, she wasn't about to go flaunting about expecting him to chase. Acting like a silly little pup just wasn't her way, but she would give him this much. A sly grin plastered itself onto her expression, "Rhea.. Sometimes Celosia.. Rasler or Virtus. Take your pick really, though most call us Cynder." Smooth melodies harkened in response, unaware that apart of her had said us rather than me. In all honesty, it was just one body and just one mind standing before Dirge. However it was the memories of so many that caused her to speak and act differently at times. But she was cautious in letting too much information slip. After all, one could never be sure just who might use them against you. A growing urge to see how the brute's mind worked silently nagged her, however touching was out of the question. With such arousing emotions building up within, who knew what might happen. "Hmm now what about you? Of course, if your not interested in giving your name I could always come up with my own to call you." Cynder jested, and with a flick her tail curved from side to side. Body drawing back now from the close perimeter to turn around and settled near the right side wall. A puff of warm air drawing out from her mug due to the new frosty nature of the cave's inner sanctum. Claws scraped the layer of ice that stood between her and the actual stone with each step, using them to maintain an appropriate balance so as not to slip. The brute seemed to unaffected by the change.. perhaps she'd been wrong in assuming his power was solely something else? It wasn't uncommon for a wolf to inherit two powers; this Cynder knew. But she hadn't met many nonetheless.

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