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There was a careful quiet to the air, light but encompassing. She relished in it, content in her solitude. She could only tolerate so much of the Alteronians and their overall demeanors. They were a tiring people, sometimes getting on her nerves and often disregarding her presence because of her lack of a voice. It was frustrating, borderline infuriating, especially when they treated her as some form of lesser being. She was still intelligent, clever with an ever-working mind that their feeble brains would spend an eternity trying to deconstruct. Well, perhaps not that intelligent, but certainly above what her new packmates expected from her.

Thus, she enjoyed the silence. The lack of voices but the one that spoke in her mind was comforting, allowing her to recollect herself and soothe her anger. That, or take it out on some unfortunate thing, whether it be living or not. The silence could be comforting, but it could also be equally, if not more, infuriating than those around her. Left alone with her own thoughts, her own self-doubts and anger and regrets, it was detrimental to one's health. Especially if they had no way to release such tension outside of violent, physical means. Like Althea.

Now was one of those moments. The anger was a burning in her chest, a tensing of her shoulders and body as she drifted like some sort of ghoul through the grasses of one of the few meadows that Alteron's territory encompassed. Perhaps, if she closed her eyes and tricked herself into thinking that the winds were stronger, she could picture herself back at home. Back amongst golden grasses, hunting down great bison and living a life worthy of those with gold woven into their fur. Had that not been what her mother had always told her? Now, though, she was here. In Alteron, where the ground was like mush and everyone was annoying. Sufficient to say, it was not the worst thing to humble her.

Still, she was angry. This was the sort that would not dissipate easily with the passage of time, rather requiring the shedding of blood, whether it be that of her or some other unfortunate soul. She crept up on a spritely, but old-looking, doe, without fawns at her side. The perfect prey. Not too young for it to possibly result in poor effects on prey populations in the future, but not too old for it to be a sorry chase. She intentionally pressed her paw down on a stick, smiling at the resounding crack. The doe looked in her direction, eyes widening when she laid her wisened eyes upon Althea's golden fur and met the wolf's lavender gaze.

Thea quickly launched into action, springing from the brush and flinging herself at the doe. So small compared to the prey that she was used to bringing down, crumbling easily once the golden-furred wolf had grabbed her leg and yanked her back with surprising strength. Then, she was at the doe's neck, sinking her needle-like teeth into the warm flesh as the doe cried out in fear. Then, a resounding crack rang through the ear, the doe's cries cut short as the rest of her herd had long since fled. The death was quick, professional and clean but enough to quench her fury and also feed her rumbling stomach. Win-win.

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Cancer


Silence is golden.

Frankly, any silence was golden at this point.

Cancer had spent the better part of his time since arriving in Alteron exploring the landscape. Unfortunately, this meant running in to others that also inhabited the lands...and somehow that meant bumping in to other frequent fliers. Frequent fliers with stutters and a lack of understanding when to shut up. He wasn't exactly sure how he'd kept running in to the same individuals (individual), but somehow whether it was fate, destiny, or his own shit luck; Cancer found himself in a large home with more than enough room to spread out and the same four faces that he'd seen since he first arrived.

Today felt different though. Yes, the world was still damp. Yes, the fog was still thick. Yes, the abundance of thick foliage blocking most of the sunlight made things exceptionally harder for him in accordance to what time of day it was. And yes, he was still somehow extremely lost, but there was something in the air that gave him the hope and strength to carry on.

That something in the air?

Blood.

Yes, it was the strong stench of a fresh kill that had the male blundering through the thick forest with absolute certainty this day. His stomach was aching and his nose was filled with the sickly sweet smell of blood. Was it a pack member? Breakfast? He didn't know, but he was sure as hell going to find out.

The large wolf treaded softly through the underbrush (he was learning now how to soften his foot falls against dead leaves and twigs) eyes darting this way and that as he hoped to find the source of the delightfully delectable smells of a meal. It didn't take him long to find the source either.

A few yards from his vantage point stood another member of Alteron with a fresh kill. Well, he assumed they were from Alteron at any rate. He paused as he caught wind of the scent of her and the kill mixing. His stomach gurgled louder and he felt himself stifling a growl as he watched her tear in to the tender part of the deers belly. It took Cancer every ounce of himself to not stand there with drool hanging from his lips. Slowly, he proceeded forward.

"Howdy there, err, neighbor," he called out once he was close enough. Green eyes shot from the backside of this wolf to the carcass and then back to her. His ears perked, chest puffed out a little (there was no one of any real significant rank around right?) as he stopped a few feet from her and sat on his rump. Cancer did his best to deduce whether this one was a stutter hound or if they were as devious as him. Well, only one way to find out!

"See you found yourself a nice catch. Take it down by yourself?"





I have never known peace
Like the damp grass that yields to me
I have never known hunger
Like these insects that feast on me


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That’s all people really are, you know: dust waiting to be distributed. 
And it gets everywhere … in every breath you take, 
dancing in every sunbeam, 
all used-up people.
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Well, so much for silent solitude.

Looking up from her fallen prey, the deer's neck still clenched between her teeth, Althea caught sight of Cancer. Really, he wasn't hard to miss considering his size and crimson pelt. He stood out rather blatantly, almost like dried blood on leaves. She studied him for a moment, face holding the usual deadpan expression that she typically wore. And still holding the deer tight in her jaws. He looked hungry and was also much larger, but he smelled of Alteron. Must be a packmate, she figured, relaxing just the slightest but still clinging to her kill.

As she continued to stare at him, she took note of the body language and sheer confidence that the other was exuding. He seemed like the cocky sort, completely full of himself and believing he had a right to everything above everyone else. Especially when he sat down as if he owned the land he walked upon. She nearly rolled her eyes at him, but simply yanked the deer's carcass away from him instead. The kill was hers, not his. Regardless of if they were members of the same pack or not, she wasn't about to back down so easily.

He was big and strong, why couldn't he take down his own deer? Sure, she had scared off the rest of the herd, but there were probably some stragglers that would be easy to pick off. If someone as small and lightweight as she could do it, surely he could as well. Or was he simply inept? Or lazy. Lazy seemed like the most plausible answer if Thea were honest. Cocky and lazy. Traits that never went together well enough to make a likable individual.

Releasing the deer's neck from her grip, Althea bared her sharp, bloody teeth at Cancer. "Go away," she mouthed, clicking her teeth for extra emphasis. She didn't want to be bothered by someone she didn't know, least of all someone who seemed like the cockiest person to walk the earth. Once again grabbing the deer by its broken neck, she yanked it yet another few feet away from him, never once letting her narrowed gaze leave him.
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He watched her bare her teeth at him and for a second, Cancer found himself backing up just an inch. Yet what came next had the male both puzzled and amused. She was moving her mouth and clicking her teeth but no vocal sound came out of her. He blinked, his ears perking up as a shocked and amused look took hold of him.

'Holy shit,'he thought to himself as he stared at her, 'she's mute. She can't talk.'

A slow, crooked smile found itself replacing his amused look; green eyes narrowing as he took a step forward and offering her a wide, toothy grin.

"What's the matter, clicker? Can't talk?"

It was as if the holy grail had opened up to him and given him a gift. The red brute's tail whipped behind him excitedly as he advanced some more, his mouth salivating as he turned his gaze from her to the deer.

"Well, seems like you're doing pretty well for yourself there, Clicker. That is your name, right? Or, do you not have a name? Say yes if you have a name, or no if you don't." His smile widened.

He turned from the carcass back to her and shot her a devilish grin. Oh, what luck. The thing about Alteron for him thus far was his need to show that he was 'capable' of being a community man; that he held whatever beliefs the pack held and was a 'team player'. But alone, here in the wilderness with someone who couldn't talk, or even scream, well...that brought about a whole new onslaught of possibilities.

Cancer reclined though, falling to his rump and watching her. He didn't make a move for the deer, but his gaze remained fixed on Althea, the smile never leaving his face.

"How's a funny little thing like you end up here in the big, bad world, hmm?" He gave a chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief. How, he wondered, could he have been so lucky.




I have never known peace
Like the damp grass that yields to me
I have never known hunger
Like these insects that feast on me


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That’s all people really are, you know: dust waiting to be distributed. 
And it gets everywhere … in every breath you take, 
dancing in every sunbeam, 
all used-up people.
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She took a note of pride when Cancer backed up, just a bit, if only for a moment. She was nearly half his size and she still managed to get him to back up. Perhaps he wasn't so cocky or confident, especially if she of all people could get him to back up. Although, that didn't seem quite so likely as him simply being surprised. Regardless, she was still happy with herself. Still cocky now, asshole? she thought snidely, not letting her vindication grace her features. However, such feelings of pride and gratification slipped from her mind at a moment's notice when she saw the glint of amusement in his features. Yikes. She probably made a bad decision at some point, hadn't she? Goddammit.

A crooked smile was her first warning, one she took to heart. She immediately latched back onto her deer in a moment of slight fear, attributing it to her paranoia. She wasn't scared of him! He was just some dumbass who thought he deserved everything. Then he took a step forward, his shadow coming over closer toward her and the deer's carcass. Not today, mister. Another firm yank, the deer following her as she backed up again. If need be, she was willing to ditch the deer. She could easily hunt another if needed, surely, but it would be a hassle to track down the herd and get close enough yet again. Amidst her thoughts, she heard him speak.

Clicker. Did he just call me CLICKER?

For a moment, her anger didn't show. And it didn't. But beyond her lavender gaze, she was fuming. Who the hell did he think he was? What kind of shitty nickname was that? How dare he insult her? Various methods of murder flickered through her mind, but she still held fast to her deer. It was the only thing keeping her from going for his neck. It wouldn't be good for her reputation if she killed another packmate after being here for only a few days. Not to mention how much larger than he was and how easily he could probably take her in a fight. She wasn't trained in any way, having only known hunting for much of her life despite her temper. She had only spilled the blood of her peers on a few occasions.

But as he took some steps forward, she thought about it in earnest. She yanked her deer back yet again, careful of the soft ground on which she stood. If she wasn't keen, she could easily slip. Such a mistake was one she couldn't very exactly afford.

The idiot just kept on talking. He just loved the sound of his own voice, didn't he? Frankly, she found it grating. Each word that came out of that big fucking mouth was another step towards a break in her control, another tick for the time bomb. Althea. Althea. My name is ALTHEA. Not fucking Clicker or any other name you might "give" me. If she could, she would scream it from every mountain's peak in the damn world, spitting in the face of fate with each syllable. His mocking was tiring and annoying, not quite the sort of conversation that she could tolerate, at the moment. He didn't even look at her when he spoke to her!

He sat down, but that did nothing to soothe her nerves. She hadn't noticed, but her muscles were tensed and her fur stood on edge. If she didn't reign herself in, she could snap at any moment. Regardless of his sudden cease in advancements toward her deer, she yanked it with her again, giving herself a good distance between them. She could outrun him, surely. Longer legs or not, she had lived her life with running in her blood. Yes, yes; she could outrun him, but only if there was a good distance between them. She didn't want his jaws snapping toward her tail of paws.

He spoke, yet again, something she had come to despise. Funny little thing he called her. Oh, she was little. She would acknowledge this. She was coming to be familiar with the differences between her and the wolves that inhabited these expansive lands. But how funny it would be when she sank her teeth into his throat? An unlikely thing, but certainly tempting. She hated how he laughed and shook his head, almost dismissive about her existence. She almost hated it enough to break her hold on the deer's neck and snarl at him. But she didn't. Rather, she tightened her grip on it, the deer's neck cracking for the second time.
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