Heated Surface [Fatal Error: Open]

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[atrb=background,http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk264/hybridpenny/Background.png] Heated Surface Time: Late afternoon, early evening. The sun is setting, creating a new color to the sky. Weather: A few thick and a few high clouds are seen, but don't give much of a shade to the open plains. Heat is seen off into the distance, as it exits the ground. It's about 90°F is some areas, and over 98°F in others. Location: A few miles away from the dens, about less then a mile from the loner's woodlands, and about 5 miles away from the Aquene's river. Mountains are seen, and little small objects that seem like trees off into the distance. Other then that, all you will see is more open plains, dry grass, and maybe a few trails created from some buffalo. - Hours after the Funeral of Mawla- As a dust storm slowly sweeps by, Nevar stood his ground and watched the open land as he measures the width and distance. His fur swaying as the gust of wind passes on by as the dust particles move throughout his fur attaching themselves to his dry skin. His eyes shutting half way as he waits for the Dust storm to pass on by, his stance stayed the same, one foot infront of the other keeping him from being blown away. Soon the skies were clear with a few left over clouds, his fur came to a rest, his tail swaying on its own. His eyes opened fully, as he once again takes a look around. With a quick movement, his body twitches and the dust particles began to fly off. A few good shakes made him feel refresh, and less heavy. It was late summer, his thick coat had finally disappeared. His reddish color shined as the new color in the sky brought it out, as his few scars showed. He began to walk, not letting the heat tell him what he can or can not do. Not long after he took those steps he changed his pace to a run. 'Ahh, a breeze.' he spoke to himself, as he made his run into a sprint. His tongue hanging out, as it quickly dried up. Cotton mouth was never his favorite after effect, quickly changing his sprint to a slow jog. Did he already forget about Mawla? Some would think, as he raced against the wind. His face expression was serious, and determined. It was just another time of peace, away from his pack, away from the sorrow. Everyone had their way of dealing with things, his was to run.

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<sup>The crescent moon hung like pendant on a necklace against the black silver spotted bosom of the night sky. From this pendant, a soft eerie silver light fell across the canopy of the trees, while a few slivers of the light pierced through the cracks in the leaves, falling over the ground as if it were a spotlight of shrapnel. The thick shaft-like trees sprouted high into the air, scraping at the stars that were painted amongst the black skies, almost as if the heaven's above were in the process of praising such a glorious evening.

It was through these trees that Error made her way, lifting slender forepaw, she stepped over the roots that trailed over the surface of the ground, as she avoided the slippery leaves that lined the floor. It was rough for her to not slip, her body trying to rid her of the pains that her body gave her. Her bright bronze eyes glistened brightly amongst the spot lights of silver that contrasted her almost blue yet roughly lacerated coat. Her nose quivered simplistically as she caught scents of other wolves far to her west... curiosity began to eat away at her mind as she began her way near their scent which was littered with those of her brothers in memories...</sup>

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[atrb=background,http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk264/hybridpenny/Background.png] Nevar soon changed his pace from a slow jog to a walking pace. As a cool breeze passes by with scent of an unfamiliar wolf. His eyes searching the open grasslands and found nothing. Looking towards the trees, all he saw was shades of blue as the moon's light hits the ground. But then he saw movement, he didn't really have to worry since the creature was on loner lands. But then the thought of Mawla came to him, and how they first met. So he proceeded, as the wind pushed him forward. Getting close to the trees the figure he saw from a distance began to become more solid, and more "wolf like". "Are you lost?" as the wind carries off his voice towards the direction of the female. His voice was solid, and intimidating. His friendly, calmness was not there, Or At least not yet. He stood his ground, as he stood on the border-line of the loner land and Aquene. His tail high and swaying to show that he was dominate. As the wind traveled with him in a calm matter, it almost seem like he gained a new gift in the tragic lost.

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<sub>The tingle from the tips of the grasses caressed her lean forelegs as she hissed at them. Their grains were falling into her still slightly open wounds, irritating her lightly, as if one where to put a cigarette to her pelt. The wind was gentle, caressing her ears, neck fold and shoulders before a voice locked her frame in place. She didn't move for a passing moment, her peripherals almost went black as she leaned her head inwards to the pain of halting so suddenly brought her weakened muscles. Once.. no twice a pink tongue flask over her wet nose, quivering lightly as she tried to register the voice, but of course to no avail, her mind was not into this setting.

Expelling a low, defensive growl, the large female suddenly pushed her ears back against her thick, furred skull and clenched those flesh lacerating canines together, barely seen under the veil of her obsidian , yet cut lips. The crisscrossed, small tendrils of her web like drool began to salivate from her crimson inner lip folds to her outer maw and onto the floor. This fae wasn't taking chances as her tail wagged in unnatural movements from against her lower hocks, keeping a submissive, yet defensive stance as her lips remained slightly, but never overly wrinkled.</sub>

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[atrb=background,http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk264/hybridpenny/Background.png] Nevar's feelings soon changed as he took in her's. Aggressive, yet irritated was what he was getting out of her. The wind soon picked up a little, as he became what she felt. His light tan eyes stayed on her, as the pupil soon decreased in size as the moon light shined upon them. His tail began to sway a little heavier as he watched her stance, he began to get more annoyed when he realize she wasn't going to answer his question. Soon a pain rain into his veins as he felt the wounds on her. But he stood strong, and showed no sign that he felt what she felt. Then he questioned if he should change her mood, he question if he wanted to fight a loner. So instead of changing her emotions, he let it be. The wind soon with silent, and he once again spoke "I asked you a question, loner. Are you lost?" as the aggressiveness in his voice showed. He soon realize what he was doing, and calmed his stance. His rather thick but thin body calmed itself, and his tone of voice eased "I'm sorry, but are you lost?" he repeats himself in calm matter. He soon looked closely at her, as he took notice of the wounds on her. 'explains the feeling of pain.' He thought to himself.

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The dark fae just looked over the male. His approach was slowly, cautious yet never aggressive. Her mind slowly wandered as the tips of her moonless night black ears pushed forward on her thick skull; her breathing relaxed as the air particles streamed down from her nostrils. Error's breath fogged before her lips, mimicking that of an unearthly ghost that ventured into the night, dispersing with the passing of the wind. The massive female suddenly pulled her ears back as she felt a sneeze taking over, it's gnarled sensations tickling her nasal passages. The tip of her tail displayed a few more court nods before she felt it grow into her throat.

Instantly she backed away, her mass moving like a dropped blanket of pure coal blackness as her lips curled over her gleaming, serrated fangs. Cuts along her fleshy gums were visible, the white of her set were the only thing viewable aside from her golden eyes as she curled her neck. The neck pelt along her shoulders brunching as a loud sneeze broke forth from those sharp cordials. The spew of blood mixed with tendrils of her salivate spat against the ground as she found herself coughing madly, her lungs convulsing as more blood laced her black lips, golden eyes sealed shut. Shaping her head to in aside, her chest expanded and cutting sharp as she took heavy breaths of the cold air, unable to speak to his question.

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[atrb=background,http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk264/hybridpenny/Background.png] Nevar looked at the female as she pretty much coughed up a lung. His first reaction was guilt, that he spoke to her in an aggressive way when clearly she was in no shape to speak. He took in her emotions once again, this time he decided to change it. He sent a little way, and with a simple intake through the mouth or nostrils he quickly ease her reactions and emotions. Calming her, making her not feel anymore threaten. He soon took a few steps forward, as her cough made him worried. What was he suppose to do? Let her choke on her own blood? Or just walk away? "Are you alright?" He questioned her with a simple tone. His tail soon lowered but continue its sway, his body creeping forward towards her. Hoping to keep her emotions under control. "I can help you, if you allow me." He says, giving his faith to his fellow pack mate, Squall. Even though they had an misfortune with a fellow friend. He never lost faith in what Squall could do.

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A thick lump of obsidian fur had been un-earthed from the grass bed as the light thudding of the brute slowly inching his way near her.. With a sharp groan emanating from the torn blood stained lips, the being heaved it's self up onto it's swollen fore hocks. The sprained and muscles tugged her sore skin as she but her lower lip, keeping the pain in and slowly limped forward, knowing he wouldn't attack now. She tried to wag her mass if black tail but couldn't; every skin on her body was sore and it would only scream more if she dared to move.

She knew the male noted her and smiled with her eyes, their irises illuminating a warm golden color. Watching the male near her, the scent of yet another being wafted her nose. Flaring her nostrils she looked in the direction from where the source of the thick scent was. She knew her own nose was playing tricks on her as her head leaned back to look at the male that was beginning to approach her. The obsidian black Error managed to unsheathe a toothy smile from under those blood driven and torn maw lips.

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[atrb=background,http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk264/hybridpenny/Background.png] Nevar looks behind her as noises where heard… He felt a bit lost and confused, and he felt fear enter his body. He looked at the weak female who continue to bleed and finally he asked "What's going on? Is someone after you?" he questioned her, she was now on his land and anyone chasing another was going to fail. He looked around as the scent enter his nostrils. He never had issues of one being chased before, but I guess you have to experience everything soon or later. He leaned into the wolf, to give her support. That was the best he could do.

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(Error, I could make this post better. But you never came on to answer my question )