Fancy Meeting You Here (Misfit)

[Hat]

He couldn't figure out why he continued to wander around these territories like this. He'd already established that nobody he knew lived here anymore. Hat had failed to locate anyone, except of course his unfortunate half-brother, rest his soul. There wasn't even the same packs there used to be. New alphas, new members, same old war, but not fought with the same venom Hatteras remembered from before.
Rain pattered on the leaves over his head, occasionally dropping onto his head. Hat sprawled in a clearing next to the stream, ignoring the damp. It was about time for him to move on. He'd met a few wolves here, but the only one who hadn't run away was the little winged female he'd spoken to briefly at his old barn. She wasn't too interesting, though. Nervous. No spunk, no life. None of the audacity Hatteras liked in a wolf. Remarkably..normal.
A bird rustled through the leaves nearby. Hatteras didn't bother to look at it. He thought he smelled another wolf nearby, which was of more importance. Not much, though. The loners here were not especially dangerous. Hat supposed if he ran into the supposedly bloodthirsty and violent alpha of the pack calling itself 'Arcania' (silly name, although his own succession of pack weren't all that originally titled either)...Hat supposed he might have some trouble then. Not as much as was rumored, he imagined. The rumors were always larger than life. This Tank character was probably not a literal demon born in the form of a wolf, as he'd heard. Probably some upstart kid who thought he was badass, like all upstart kids.
Ah, right. The wandering loner.

Hatteras stood and strolled in that direction, splashing through the stream. He instantly regretted it. The water was pretty damn cold for this time of year. His paws, now fairly numb, crunched through piles of leaves as he headed up the hill, sniffing the air thoughtfully. So far, all he could tell was that whoever this was happened to be another loner. Not suprising. This was loner territory now. Still, Hat wouldn't have cared to meet a pack wolf right now. Either it would be a normal (and therefore try to kill him) or a lab wolf (and want to recruit him.) Neither was on the top of his list of fun things today.
He thought he could see the other wolf among the trees ahead. It was black. Maybe. From a distance in the rain, it looked black. He paused, wondering for a moment if this was really the best idea, and sighed.
Too late now. He was pretty sure whoever it was had seen him.
Slower now, he padded up the hill, ears pricked forward towards the other wolf. He stopped a few feet away and cleared his throat, tail high enough to make it clear that he could take care of himself.
"Fancy seeing a little wolf like you here. Lost?"
Honestly, he was curious as to how this wolf would respond to a veiled threat. Maybe this would be someone worth talking to. Or maybe they'd duck and get away, like all the others...

[misfit]

Shit. The weather was absolute shit, Misfit always hated being caught in the rain, for the simple fact that it matted her fur to a grotesque level, making it unmanageable and unattractive. Call her vain if you like, but it would serve nothing, Misfit was proud of her vanity and displayed it with pride. Today a small sliver of luck shone upon the little dove, she had managed to nestle herself comfortably in the hollow rooting of a large old tree. No rain had sullied her downy coat and gratitude was well deserved to the gods from this little demon, however it was not shown. Instead she remained secluded, trapped deep within the corridors of her own twisted mind, allowing herself the luxury of getting lost in thoughts and completely oblivious to the world outside of it.

Her mind flourished as the time passed by, at this point she had completely lost track of everything and all senses were to the wind. Perhaps this was the reason she was now intruded upon; out into the rainy abyss harked a voice. Snapping from her mild, self inflicted coma her duo sentinels flickered towards the source while a pair of amethyst stars followed suit. The tone that danced through the air was deep, strong, clearly of masculine origins. Now Misfit was not sexist in the least bit, she knew there were some really butchy bitches around and all, but this... this was clearly a male.

Taking note of what the titan spoke she could not fight the grin that now flirted over the fae’s obsidian kissers. Amused by how easily he mistook her she rose to her pillars and sauntered out from her cache and over towards the much larger brute. A haunting giggle echoed between rain droplets and soon kissed the males lobes while soft words cooed their way from her vox and followed soon after her chuckles. Her soft purr laced with a venomous undertone that promised nothing but mischief. “Oh believe me knight it is always a fancy meeting when it is I that you are meeting with.” Her devious grin widened more so just before laxing into a more appetizing expression, her own tassel flowing to and fro into the atmos while her dome carried high atop her boa in a display of pride. “You never hear the old lesson? Don’t judge a book by its cover?” By this time the little fae was in clear sight of the brute, her moon dipped boots carrying her to a distance so bleak she was practically meeting his muzzle with her own. Amethyst spheres now scolded the lupine while scrutinising him silently. The pallid tip of her tail now curled over her russet spine while twin zeniths pulled back against her onyx crown.

Taking a step from the brute she smirked for a fleeting moment and then replaced the expression with one of annoyance. Circling him in a lazy fashion while the rain pounded against her once lustrous pelt, and dripping down the sad excuse of a reflection of its former glory. “What brings you out here anyways knight? What possible reason could you have for running around in this crap weather? You don’t smell like any of those pack wolves, so, I am guessing you have no reason to go hunting down other rogues and chasing them off....” Now she was finished, finally. One thing Misfit was good for was being intrusive, rude and of course quick with her words, not allowing the other time to respond. However despite her many flaws, she made up for them all with one simple truth. She was a beautiful wolf. She wasn’t any kind of pure bread, nor was she some lab experiment. Misfit was a mutt, a cross between breeds. She could count her blessings that she didn’t end up a mungaloid. But now, she was finally willing to listen. Finished with her tirade she arched a brow while looking to the stranger in an expecting manner, irritation obvious as she stood in the rain, wanting to go back to her makeshift shelter.

[Hat]

The stranger was a female, slipping out of the trees and shooting her mouth off with surprising bravado, or, maybe, indifference. Hat raised an eyebrow and flicked an ear back, showing a vaguely interested exterior. She was hella pretty. Hatteras thought she might even be prettier than his on-and-off mate. Certainly prettier than the unfortunate Chin. Moreover, she was apparently not the slightest bit afraid of him. Her species he wasn't sure about. She must be a half-breed of some kind, like himself.
Of course, Hatteras looked like any Tyanz, or whatever they called themselves. He took after his father and not his mother, the normal. Back then, of course, 'pure-bred' lab wolves were highly unusual. You were either a half-breed or Made, cause there just weren't enough lab wolves to make pure pups.
She was a great deal younger than he was, if Hat wasn't mistaken. This was an interesting puzzle. Normally the two species didn't breed, any more. It was rare enough when he was born, and his mother hadn't exactly been a willing participant when his father showed up. Hmm.
He smirked.
"Well, I sure didn't come around these parts so random girls could call me 'knight.' Although, I can't say it such a bad thing coming from one as..fine..as you, love."
Hell, if she was going to call him 'knight', he might as well tack an absurd name on her and see if she liked it. Hatteras was many things - murderer, gangster, traitor - but not a knight of any color.
The white wolf shifted position, black eyes studying her without bothering to disguise his interest. This was the first wolf who'd had enough balls to actually talk to him. Figuratively speaking.
Oh boy.
A thought occured to him. A very annoying thought.
"You aren't about to try fighting me, I hope. I'd really prefer to avoid that. It's not very..civilized. Also, I'd probably win."
That would explain why she was hanging around trading smart comments, certainly. Last time Hatteras met a wolf like that, they'd ended up fighting to a standstill.
Of course, that was Jenna for you.
He stared impatiently, waiting for an answer. Honestly, he wasn't in the mood. Fighters were worse than salesman. Hatteras killed both, of course, but he preferred not to. He didn't need another ghost following him around.

[misfit]

Her peaks flickered atop her crown before slicking back, irritation painting the dove’s expression as she glared over the lobo who spoke in a cocky tone. It was a tone that Misfit knew well, one she could mirror to perfection; it sickened her that she might have something in common with this wolf. She snorted while letting out a sarcastic laugh filled with venom. This prick has some nerve. Shifting from him some she turned her graceful little silhouette and shot him a perfect little glare. “Don’t let it go to your head knight, it’s the same as if I called you boy, or asshole or shit head... There’s no compliment in there for you to feel so cocky over... And watch your damn mouth, don’t you go calling me no pet names!” She growled into the last bit of her little rant before shifting forth, delicate moon dipped boots carrying her forward.

Harks still slicked back she continued to shift around him, watching him with a sharp gaze while never relaxing her frame. Misfit was not one to trust others, especially not some cocky male, she knew what they were capable of and she wouldn’t let what happened to her mother happen to her as well. In true Misfit fashion she kept her guard up and her aggression at an all time high, a constant purr of a growl had been rumbling through her gullet and into the damp air since the first moment she had approached him, it was her way of displaying her bravado in one sense, she had come to notice that by acting a little more vicious, it unnerved other wolves, throwing them off and always kept them in a constant guessing game.

With his voice cooing out into the air yet again her tassel came to lower while eyes widened. He had called her on it... Never had anyone ever actually done so. But he did, asking her straight up if she was thinking of fighting him. With the first half of his comment her growling ceased, and she looked to him as if completely lost, looking like she had awoken from a strange dream. The clueless expression on her visage was perhaps a nice break from her guarded look of confidence however it did not last, the lost expression soon liquefied into anger, irritation over how this typical brute underestimated her right away. His stupid ego clouded her into a state where she almost wanted to fight the bastard. “You know you have a lot of nerve stranger. I was not going to beat you down, if that is what you are asking, and no you would not have won. Maybe you should get your head out your ass before it gets stuck.” Yes she was irritated, however she kept her cool about it, grinning as she strutted over to him while she spoke and upon reaching him she bumped her hip up against him in a forceful manner, making sure to put enough pressure to at least cause him to step off a bit.

If there was one thing Misfit couldn’t stand, it was someone as cocky as her, she had never met a wolf like herself and so she was not used to the challenge. This male however, pushed her buttons, it was to an extent that she was both irritated and yet intrigued all at once. Frowning some she averted her gaze from him, and into the abysmal skies that continued their tirade of rain fall that soaked her to her bones and caused a sleek sheen to her pelt. There was no fighting it, she was drenched, her pelt obstructed from its previous beauty, heavy and uncomfortable she sighed. Her dome descended, looking back to the brute before turning away, her plume now met with the muddy loam as she pranced back towards the tree’s and her previous hiding place. [color=purple}“I’m getting the hell out of this rain, you stay if you like this sort of shit... I’m going back to my tree.”

[/color]With her pelt soaked the wind had no issues getting through and chilling her. Despite her youth Misfit was not one that handled a chill well; it was one thing that turned this stubborn bitch into a snivelling little whelp. She didn’t like having her back to a wolf she had not even known the name of, but she was desperate for her little nitch and she wasn’t about to stay in the rain and wind any longer.[/size][/blockquote]

[Hat]

Hilarious, this little shit. Whatever happened to respect for one's elders? How about not being a fucking idiot and assuming you can defeat all comers? This chick wasn't gonna last too long with that kind of attitude. In fact, if Hatteras was a bit younger and slightly more prone to violence, she might not live through this conversation. He flicked his ears back, irritation flashing in his bottomless eyes.
"..don't go calling me any pet names," he muttered irritably, then raised his voice slightly. "Using improper grammar makes you look stupid, not tough."
Her face changed suddenly, as if he'd totally shocked her. Hatteras frowned, uncertain for a moment. Was this a ruse, or was she actually surprised? Was she dumb enough to let her face betray her shock? One would think making it obvious that a much bigger and stronger male wolf had put you off balance was a bad idea. But then, she'd already made it clear that she wasn't an actor. Otherwise, she wouldn't have shown anger so readily. Ruled by emotions. Dangerous.
His ears flicked back as she suddenly appear to ignore him and went off on a furious rant about how, really, she would have won the fight if she'd even wanted to fight him. Sure, whatever. Hatteras huffed out a laugh, ignored her push..had he wanted to, he could have returned the shove and sent her sprawling, but he didn't hit girls. Usually. There were, of course, exceptions, like killing certain females, but..
Well, that was more or less an accident.
He sighed wearily at the reminder (as if he'd needed one) and turned slightly bored eyes on the departing female. Going off to her den or whatever, huh? It would serve her right if he attacked her now while her back was turned.
"You know," he began, tone languid, "I am something like twice your size. In fact, most male wolves are probably bigger than you. So, you little fuck.." his ragged voice sharpened angrily, ears flattening.. "the likelihood of you beating anyone is pretty damn small. As it happens, size does matter. As a suggestion, to help you live longer, as a favor to your mother or whoever the hell might care if you got killed...use some goddamn manners when you meet your elders and betters alone in the woods."
His tail lashed back and forth briefly, the exercise providing a release for his anger, and then he abruptly calmed. Who gave a shit anyway? Not him. Hatteras lived his whole life not giving a shit, and it had certainly served him well. However, he could use a warm den. His paws were cold.
"Let's assume you've apologized for being a shithead and invited me inside, shall we?" He smiled and relaxed slightly, tone suggesting that he was willing to forget the entire incident. He didn't need any more enemies than he already had, and there was no reason to make this female into his nemesis.

(Sorry the reply took so long. I've had a rather shitty couple weeks.)

[misfit]

Hearing him from behind she paid little mind. She knew he was right, despite how much she didn’t want to believe it. She was a tiny little thing, and yes she had met her match when it came to larger wolves from time to time, but she had also overcome some larger wolves, not many but some. She would have liked to believe she was strong, that she could handle herself without fault. But truth was, a wolf her size, was destined for disaster if it remained a loner. Some would think it a miracle that Misfit had gone so long without a pack and such little amount of damage. Looking over her gorgeous pelt, none would be the wiser that she might have some scars hidden beneath the thick tendrils that clung to her build.

She couldn’t help but sigh some, trudging through the rain had always been a full proof way of making the essa completely miserable. By now she had already begun to drown out the males preachy words with her own thoughts, and she could appreciate the rain for one thing, it helped mute him out. She could admit to herself that she had actually liked having another in her presence without getting into any kind of turf war or whatever else, she too got lonely. That was something she’d never admit it to anyone else.

One thing Misfit had a knack for, was chasing others off, her own family couldn’t bear to put up with her shit, and so she didn’t expect others to either. It’s why it surprised her when the male suddenly appeared at her side, causing her to jump some. She had not expected him to pursue her, and she cursed herself for letting down her guard and getting spooked. He would probably call her on it too, the jerk.

Her body had halted and stiffened. She couldn’t believe what he had just said. Was he actually some easy going wolf who was a cocky jerk all in one? Her dome canted to the side as he continued to march towards her little shelter. Eyes wide she stood in shock, the expression could almost be called cute if any were to witness it, but she shook herself of it and followed the male with a rather confused expression flirting with her features. Her dainty little foot falls carrying her into the shelter and immediately allowing her silhouette to quiver and shake. Thick tendrils danced in a chaotic display while droplets of cool water shook loose of her figure and flew from all sides.

Although she had only been outside for a few moments, the rain had been heavy enough to soak down to her flesh, uncomfortable she found herself a spot on the loam and descended delicately into a lay, curling into herself and allowing her figure to shiver as she watched her oddly acquired companion and waited for him to make himself comfy before allowing her guard to drop. Her youthful visage watched him intently, being sure he did not show any aggression toward her what so ever, she didn’t trust the male and yet felt at ease with him here. She couldn’t make sense of it, but instead tried to ignore it, and kept a wary eye on him.

Taking in a quick breath, she allowed it to release in a heavy sigh, causing dusty particles from the loam to fly up some. Her small frame, curled up more like a cat than a wolf, grace to her flexible limbs, and a thick banner coming around her and covering her face slightly with its cool wet lick. It was her way of trying to warm herself.

[Hat]

Hatteras didn't expect the female to slow down enough for him to fall into step beside her. He also didn't figure that she'd just let him into her den without questions, settle down, and stare at him blankly. The white wolf paused for a moment inside the opening of the little shelter, ears pricked curiously.
She was..hmm. Interesting. Very. He didn't see many wolves of her age or size living away from a pack's protection, or at least that of a relative or friend. Not that she was a nice sort, or, at least, that the impression she was giving off. He liked her alright, though. Clearly he'd broken through some kind of armor or brick walls, else he wouldn't have caught that shocked expression on her face..twice. Also, he probably wouldn't be walking into her den.
The big wolf shook off and stepped inside, carefully taking note of size, exits, and the fact that the floor was extremely comfortable-looking. After a moment of staring carefully at the female, he settled near the door, throwing his forelegs out in front of him. It took him a moment to settle comfortably.
After this, he studied the huddled female for a moment, some detail bothering him. He wasn't sure what. She was staring back at him cautiously enough, with much the same expression as was on his own face.
A moment later, he figured it out and raised his head, ears pricked towards the little wolf.
"You got a name?"
He licked his lips thoughtfully, wondering if it was rude to ask that before offering your own. Might as well do both.
"Call me Hat. Hatteras."
According to his father, Hatteras was named after a picture his Dad saw back in the lab. It was, apparently, a tall tower with a light on top, captioned "Cape Hatteras, N.C." Neither his father nor Hat knew what this cryptic message meant, but apparently the name sounded cool. Anyway, that was how Hat got his name.
His siblings he wasn't sure about.
He turned his black eyes on the other wolf, waiting patiently for an answer. Fake or real, it would be nice to have some kind of name to call her. These things were useful.

[misfit]

She always found it funny how life had a way of manipulating itself into strange circumstances. It equally annoyed her to know that in all reality, no matter how hard she tried, she’d never have complete control of her life nor of the circumstances that followed. For one, Misfit would have never imagined that she’d be sharing some make shift den with a gigantic white wolf... Okay so maybe he wasn’t enormous, but he was in his own right, a big guy, especially when she compared him to herself. It was a shock in its own right, and at this point she could barely figure herself out, she must have been in a rather forgiving mood tonight to let him in so easily. Misfit had always despised being caught in the rain, and as much of a miscreant as she was, she wasn’t heartless, if she didn’t enjoy it than no doubt this brute probably didn’t either.

She still couldn’t believe the position she was in, now a myriad of thoughts flooded her dark mind. Would this make her look weak? Would he think he could just walk all over her now? Did he underestimate her? All in all did she really give a shit? In the end she settled on the fact that she was simply being courteous for once in her young life, and that no, she didn’t give two flying shits about the whole situation. As long as he remained on good behaviour, all was fine. And in the most secret spaces of her maze like mind, she really didn’t want to mess with him. In spite of herself she felt rather subdued by this lobo, submissive in some respects. She hated him for it, part of her wanting to tear out his throat and be done with him. She had always been so domineering, yet now she felt so low in comparison to this random male!? It sickened her that she of all wolves could feel inferior to anyone.

She shook out the thoughts, distracting herself by paying more attention to how the male looked over the small space, he was clearly paying close mind to his surroundings, as if worried she may pounce at him as her earlier thoughts suggested. Part of her wanted to call him on it, try and embarrass him with a witty remark, but she bit her tongue. Misfit was far too uncomfortable by her damp canvas to care for witty banter with the stranger. No instead she’d keep to her subdued attitude for the time being, until the weather cleared and her energy peaked yet again. In truth, this bastard was lucky, typically, Misfit was a whirlwind of bad attitude and abrupt energy, however, with the stormy weather; it seemed to drain her of all energy and left behind a shadow of what she typically was.

Cream stained peaks flickered from atop the ebonite crown of the small vixen, her eyes had long since lost focus and now returned to the visage of the male while his silken vox grasped her attention. It was funny how his sudden speech had jolted her, she had fallen into the abyss of her own mind, forgetting the here and now and instead losing herself in her own thoughts as she so often did. It was a bad habit that would spell out the end of her days, that she was sure of. But now she was back in the little den with the male, her auds pricked to attention while staring up at the titan who asked for her name abruptly, and just when she was about to call him on bad manners once more, followed through with introduction of his own name.

She smirked for but a fleeting moment, lavender stars coming to life yet again, the depths of her pools, although a warm color, were somehow cold and steely. She sighed some, looking away from Hatteras as she paused for a moment before answering. “Misfit....” Her dome remained turned, looking out through a scared hole in the thick bark of the hollowed tree, and offering the empty space a frown she continued. “And before you say another word, yes, it is my actual name, not a nickname, not an alias, it is my calling since the very moment I was brought into this world.” She didn’t dare look back at him, her eyes darkened. She could just imagine his reaction to it; he’d probably laugh, or worse, ask for more detail.

She had never understood herself, why her mother would name her such a distasteful thing. Sure her pelt was a bit strange, but not the strangest by far, and yes she was sired by a bastard rapist, but so were her brothers, and they weren’t given hateful names. She tormented herself far too often on trying to figure it all out, in the end it was always best that she try to forget it. “So why don’t you tell me Hatteras, what brought you into these lands? Something about this place tickles your fancy, or was it mindless wandering without any justification?” In truth, all it was for her was mindless wandering, and she was curious to see if she was perhaps not the only one to do such a stupid thing. And so patiently she awaited his response. Hell if they were going to be sharing the den, they might as well pull up some conversation to pass the time. There was no way in hell she’d be sleeping with him there, not until she felt he was trustworthy enough to let down her guard to that point.