A King's Arrival -Dark-

[fizzeh]

Unlike any other normal day, today the forest was not quiet, it was filled with the snapping of twigs, the rustling of bushes as a canine moved forward at a steady jog. Silence and stealth was not needed here, the canine was not hunting nor was he trying to sneak up on anything. Quite the contrary, he wanted the forest to know of his presence today. Today, the mastiff mix wanted to be heard before he was seen, yes, today he was being generous to the light hearted, he was alerting them to the presence of a massive creature, one that was not hungry, but would have no problem lashing out and tormenting any he saw. Of course, that was assuming that anyone was even around.

There were plenty of animals, he had seen deer lift their heads high, ears flicking alertly to the noises he made and always running off as soon as he was spotted. There were birds, they paused in their songs to take note of him, but it was obvious he was not hunting, he was not a danger to any wildlife and so they picked up their song again, ignoring his bold behavior. The other, smaller land creatures that he saw scurrying about made sure to stay well away from him, scurrying up trees, dashing off in little hopping motions, or ducking down low to avoid being seen- it was a failed attempt but today he was in a good mood and he humored them. Next time he would not be so generous.

The mastiff mix had no real business to be out of his cave, aside from finding members to share it with and well… he was bored. Boredom was not a good thing for the mastiff mix, his mind roamed in idle, such ramblings of his mind caused a need to cause pain, not to him, but to others. That was why he was crashing through the forest in the middle of the day, the brindle mastiff-esque creature was bored and he wanted to inflict damage however he could- that or recruit a member…perhaps he could do both? The thought made his lips purse in the beginnings of a smirk; he liked the idea of killing two birds with one stone.

There were few dogs of his mind set in town, that he had come to realize shortly after arriving, but with his arrival he was sure there would be others and while he wanted to be the top dog in town he had no problem waiting patiently for his moment to appear. For now he would let the house pets and street urchins have their time on the thrown, soon it would be his turn to take the thrown and he wouldn’t be giving it back.

[DARKMOON]

She had ventured out from her content home in town, out to the wilderness, it was about time she felt the cool grass below her paws. He cozy little home was a bit too cozy right now, she needed something different. Maybe something wild, the forest was loud. Birds chirped, and creatures of all shaped and sizes roamed about. Her paws would grace the forest floor as if she was stepping on clouds. Dainty and gentle, her long bushy tail laid gently behind her. Long beautiful fur brushing against the numerous plant life that lingered among the forest floor. Ferns, and many plants she didn't recognize. Right now she couldn't say it was often that she explored the wilderness.

Muscles tensed, her thick coat didn't do her well in the summer, thankfully her owner had been brushing her out regularly to keep it from clumping and looking just horrid. Ugh, she couldn't imagine what it would be like without proper grooming. Huffing at the thought, she continued on her way. Ears pulling forward as a deer ran off from the direction she was heading. The woman cocked her head to the side for a moment. What was that all about? Maybe she shouldn't be going that way. Pushing the thoughts aside swiftly she continued on. Confident she could handle whatever lurked in the distance. Head held high, in her regal pose as always.

Hips swayed gently back and forth as she walked along, bright blue eyes scanning the area for the source that had frightened the deer. And it would not be long until she spotted him, he was massive. Short fur, quite the opposite compared to her long coat. He was brindle with white markings upon his chest. He eyes scanned over him curiously for a moment, unsure what to think. "Well what have I stumbled upon?" she asked, her voice light and soft to the ears. Gentle, but she could be far more rude than she might of appeared.

She eyed him, little respect for those she just met, her selfish nature made the world revolve around her. Maybe he should be showing her the respect, she was the lady after all. Lowering her rump to the ground, she curled her tail around her side smoothly. Ears flicking as creatures continued to make endless noise. "Awfully loud...um home...you have here." she commented, not entirely sure if this was his home, or if he was merely a wanderer like herself.

[fizzeh]

The mastiff mix had very little trouble finding the canine that wandered through the forest. Her coat was a sharp contrast to the foliage she found herself in, white on black with long- well brushed hair, she seemed very…. manicured for a stray. Of course, her long heavy coat blocked his view of the collar she wore, but then again, he wasn’t all too inclined to a give a shit if she was a stray or a house pet, he had found something he could play with for a bit of time and then leave and go on his way.

Her large bulky frame stopped and took a seat on the forest floor, neat as could be with her tail curling off around her body. The fluffy female was the picture of delicate and refined, she had definitely been pampered and tenderly cared for. As her voice reached him, he smirked; a cold draw of his lips replaced his previous expression of boredom. He, after all, was no longer bored now that he had a female he could focus his attentions on for the time being. So fragile and gentle, what had she found? She had found the worst thing she could find, a large male with cruel intentions.

Despite her sweet and fragile appearance and tones, as she eyed him he sensed a profound amount of disrespect- perhaps even disdain? Immediately his muscles tensed a bit, head lifting in a dominating manner. He was to be given her respect, he did not need to work for it, and it was always handed to him. She commented on his loud home and his eyes rolled, the forest was not his home. It was his very large back yard, perhaps not even that. His home was a cave, a cave where he could watch passerby’s and they never be the wiser.

Stopping a measly foot away from her, he shrugged, “some could say the same about your home.” He raised a brow. She smelled of the city, of humans, and their perfumes. He however, smelled earthy, it had been quite some time since he had sauntered into the city and thus far he was not inclined to do so any time soon.“I myself find the noise here quite enjoyable. The bird songs the night creatures that chirp, hoot and rustle through the brush as they search for their breakfast. It’s all quite…. poetic.” His tones were rough, but far kinder than one would expect from the cruel canine. He was setting the board for his game, nothing more. She seemed too delicate and fragile to be interested in the company of an aggressive beast and so he played the part of a poetic and rather elusive beast in the woods.

“I belong here… you, however, seem sorely out of place. So what brings such a pampered and elegant lady out into the dirty old forest? “ His tones remained rather gentle, hinted with curiosity that he in all honesty cared little about. She was a house pet, he could see the fur parted for her collar now and the smells she contained were not of street life. Her long, unmated coat was not due to self-grooming, but by a humans repetitive brushing. Finally, taking after her, he took a seat, his tail did not curl around himself like hers did, it lay out behind him, relaxed and limp.