[Arsena]

Loud slushing sounded through the area as a young female walked through a stream. Usually the sound would be quieted down, but since it's winter the water was freezing. Creating slush and ice to form on the top of it. The sight of it was beautiful, but the masked female could really care less about it's beauty right now. Instead, all she wanted was some fresh water to drink up.

Sen, lowered her head and started to lap up the ice cold water. Gasping as she only gave herself a few seconds between each multiple laps. She acted like she hadn't had anything to drink in a while and, in a sense, she hasn't. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the female gasped loudly as she finished and allowed herself to breath easily as she looked around. She wasn't locked in a cave anymore. Oh no, this space was void of that salty smell. No more fishy smell. "Where am I?" She wondered to herself as she looked around, confused. She didn't know where she was, but what she did know was that she had escaped. Pirates? Wolves? Those stupid wolves thought they could hold a mychevious husky? Ha! As soon as they looked away she was able to escape! No one out smarts a husk!

As the cold water started to nip at her paws, Sen slowly moved towards the shore once more. Her breathing had calmed and she was able to actually focus on not making any noise as she moved along. "I'm safe." She mumbled quietly to herself as she shook off the water from her legs and belly.

[Cull]

!TRIGGER WARNING!
Cull is dangerous and volitile.
Be prepared for cursing, substance abuse,
and gore if you're involved with him.

"speech" | thoughts

The cold winter months would be drawing to a close soon and with it the natural freezer that kept the mangled wolf's "Pretties" well... pretty. He walked along slowly, dragging his recent Pretty behind him in jerky motions, a wide eyed smile plastered on his scarred face. She snagged a few times on branches but that was normal and he paid little mind. He only snatched at the rope until she'd come loose but that one last tug had his Pretty feeling unnaturally light. Flaming red eyes glanced over his shoulder to check on his beloved, only to realize the poor dear had finally fallen apart. Sadness filled his eyes and he dropped the rope, walking stepping toward the disfigured head, only a sliver of spine extending past the rope where her decomposed body had gotten stuck in a fallen limb and finally gave way under pressure.

"Pretty pretty..." he whimpered, petting the head lovingly. "Cull needs a new Pretty." He mused with a sigh, shaggy black tipped locks of fur hanging as he tilted his head. Sloshing in the nearby stream caught his attention and as his eyes glanced up to look through the trees he licked his nose, tongue catching on his piercing but he paid no mind. The scent of a female caused him to immediately forget about his Pretty and focus on the creature walking through the frozen river. 

Rope dangling from his deranged smile, Cull crept toward the water's edge, careful to stay quiet. With all that sloshing she was making it was doubtful she could hear him anyway but he didn't want to chance losing her. She was a pretty thing. So pretty. Tiny little thing, her golden fur reflecting just right on the icy water, cute little pink nearly making him squeal with delight. He nearly danced on his tiptoes with excitement, biting down hard on the rope to keep his laughter in check.

Slowly, so slowly, he was at the water's edge, red eyes unblinking as he looked at his prey... without a moment's hesitation the massive beast tore through the underbrush and threw himself into the river in pursuit of the new Pretty, no longer bothering to contain his wild laughter. Excitement coursed through him, setting every inch of his flesh tingling with anticipation. He would barrel toward her, the icy water doing little to slow him. He wanted her at the end of his rope, and he would have her!

[Arsena]

The sudden loud noise of splashing scared Sen. Causing her to jump and stand in a defensive posture. Her eyes wide, bright blue eyes focused on the creature that was coming towards her. The dark red pupils, the manic expression that it expressed. Something isn't right, this character wasn't right.
Blinking, Arsena came back into into it as she realised that the male was coming right towards her. Barreling like a lunitic that was on some kind of a crazy rampage through new york. Wanting to turn over cars and but store windows or something.

Making a move, Sen jumped out of the male's way at the last second and ran a few paces to his side so that she wasn't in his direct line of fire. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Sen asked, her tone hinting at her not being happy with the situation that she had stumbled upon. "You could of hurt me if I wasn't paying attention." She raised her teeth to flash her pearly whites at the male, she was not pleased in the slightest with him. "Why don't you watch where you're running."

[Cull]

!TRIGGER WARNING!
Cull is dangerous and volitile.
Be prepared for cursing, substance abuse,
and gore if you're involved with him.

"speech" | thoughts

His prey moved out of his way at the last second but that didn't deter Cull. He was set on the masked female and with no regard do his own safety, he was certain she would be his. He stopped quikcly, turning to face her, teeth bared in a strange, stretched smile his yellowed fangs dripping saliva. Icy cold water dripped from his matted fur but he payed it no mind.

Immediately she began to yell at him but he only giggled through his fangs, nearly dancing in anticipation, his bloodied rope swaying with his disjointed movements. She was a feisty one. He usually preferred the sweet ones; the does of females with their big innocent eyes and soft disposition. But the golden colors of this lady were also a favorite for him and he would settle with her additude. She would be quite docile soon enough.

"Cull watches the Pretty.... watches clooooose..." he said, drawing out the last word as he turned his left eye closer to her. His words weren't very clear around the rope but with the way he was inching toward the small female, she might get the point of what he wanted with her.

Blood from the wrappings around his legs and matted in his fur tinted the water around him red. A normal wolf would have been in the river to clean but Cull never considered his own cleanliness. The scarred male had one thought on his mind and that was this pretty little golden lady who he wanted at the end of his rope...