Azazyl the Lycan

[Ayo]

Name:

Azazyl

Species:

Lycanthrope/Werewolf

Gender:

Male

Alliance:

Neutral

Age:

28

Human Age Equivalency:

28

Mature Adult at Age:

17

Appearance:

http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss27 ... Azazyl.jpg - Azazyl's Lycan form. His frame is massive, it stands at a towering 8 and a half feet tall when he stands. When he's on his fours his height reaches near 5 feet. Aside from his gargantuan height, his weight is somewhat of a giant's as well. Azazyl clocks in at 430 pounds, or 195 and a half kilos of rock hard muscle and soft, sleek fur. He has something along the lines of a mane, which falls down his back like hair. A few tendrils are adorned with gray-scaled beads and hang over the front of his chest. Under some of the thinner parts of Azazyl's fur one would be able to see defined muscular lines. These thin spots in his fur reside around his developed abdomen, parts of his powerful arms, his back, parts of his thighs and calves. His fur consists of two colors. The top/main color is a jet-black, his secondary color is a near-reflective silvery color. His ears and nose contain small, tarnished silver piercings, accompanying his piercings is a heavy-linked steel chain, which serves no special purpose aside from being a bit of out-dated jewelry. Isolated about Azazyl's body are multiple wrappings, which cover his scars from past scenarios that didn't end up too well. A majority of them are from battles that he had been in. Several of them are from imprisonment, being what he is naturally creates enemies who want to do more than just kill you. And the seldom few are from his childhood - Accidents happen. Azazyl's usual expression is one of disinterest or aggravation, although he's hardly either of these without provocation. Azazyl's eyes are a luminous, liquid gold. They always seem alert and cautious around things he's not used to, and especially people he doesn't know.

http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss27 ... 1273369378 - Azazyl's human form. Azazyl's mass reduces dramatically in size and weight when he's in this form. His height reaching 6 feet, 7 inches. His enormous weight is cut down to nearly in half, only weighing around 225 pounds, or 102 and a third kilograms. Azazyl's human form doesn't appear often, seeing that he doesn't wear any clothing. In this form, his scars are easily noticed when unwrapped, unlike his furred form. They are noticeable, but one would have to look closely at them. His skin as a humanoid is more pale than others, being covered in fur doesn't let the sun hit his skin to tan it. His claws remain on his fingertips as a human, his teeth are not canines, but they're abnormally sharp, seeing that he's carnivorous. The mane that he has in his Lycan form falls into a cascade of black strings of silky hair, and his eyes remain unscathed and continue to glow the same melted golden color.

~pictures aren't owned by me~



Personality:

Unlike most lycans, his personality traits are different, Instead of being aggressive and violent. His nature has taken on a much more gentle way. He is usually mellow, liking to take things slowly and not as energetic as most. Always kind to ones who deserve it, and even if he doesn't ask for help often, he would be glad to assist anyone in any way he can, he has many enemies and anyone who would dare ask him for help must really need it, and he enjoys allies. Although he is kind natured, he does have a side that not many get to say they saw if they were it's provocation, he is after all, "Wild."



Abilities:

Like many lycans, his senses are dramatically heightened. Even though he's not like many predators and does not hunt often, his keen senses of sight, smell, and hearing are at their peaks.

Also like many of the other lycans agility and speed is a factor, but he has developed the ability to run at impossible speeds. He has reached speed up to Mach 1 - Or the speed of sound.

The finale of his abilities is the most deadly. Azazyl has acquired the ability to harness energy within his lungs and along with a deep breath of air, expel it into a massive destructive force of highly pressurized air. In addition this blast wave of air also has a literally deafening roar, at least 340 decibels in volume. This force has the ability to pulverize stone and splinter wood, getting hit by this would probably be the last thing you'd do.


Disadvantages:

His disadvantages, regrettably come from his abilities. His keen senses can be overcome by an enormous amount of what they were meant for. His sight can be temporarily blinded with lights and flashes. His hearing can be affected by piercing sounds, rendering him temporary confusion, and his sense of smell can be overpowered by extremely putrid smells, which also can cause mental interferences.

The ability to run at such incredible speeds comes with a price. When running at such speeds, turning is a difficult task, this could lead to injury or death of innocents, or to Azazyl himself. Not only is turning an obstacle, but coming to a stop could also have the same outcome. Going so fast creates a lot of momentum and that could propose a problem.

Another, and the worst of his disadvantages comes from his ability to expel such a great amount of energy. After concentrating nearly all of his power into such a devastating attack he does not have the energy to remain up right, let alone move. So if he were to miss with his power, his life would surely end if he were alone.

The final of his disadvantages comes from his being. Since he's a lycan, sometimes his anger can be pushed overboard, making his mind block all emotions but hatred, and becoming immune to pain. The instability in his mind, in a way makes him lose his sanity. This could harm his allies or his loved ones, and the only way this enraged state ceases is over a short period of time or through death.


Family:

Oriax- Azazyl's father. (Passed away.)
Lilith- Azazyl's mother. (Passed away.)
Kasdeya- Azazyl's sister. (Unknown.)
Caym- Azazyl's younger brother. (Passed away.)
Duemos- Azazyl's older brother. (Passed away.)


History:

Azazyl was born in Transylvania, and he was raised as all lycans were, violent, aggressive, and bloodthirsty. As Azazyl aged, he learned to hunt with his family, and after several years he became an excellent hunter, but the main thing Azazyl's pack had hunted for was humans. Once a week the family would hunt a single human to feed, and the humans bared this nightmarish lifestyle, for it was their own land that they were being hunted on. Many years later after Azazyl's birth, 16 to be precise, the humans of the hunting lands had finally grown tired of being prey for the Lycans. Fear from being hunted stayed them in their homes until they decided to put an end to their fears. The humans called for help form the closest surrounding town and villages and built up a force to defeat the werewolves.

On a cold winter night the humans stormed from the village and through the thick woods that surrounded them, to the Lycan's den. Azazyl's father, Oriax had foreseen the human's attack in a dream and had traveled to seek aid from his brethren throughout the countryside to help defend their home. Unfortunately not many came, the Lycan's forces had only rose to 21 in number, Azazyl's family made up 6 of the 21, his mother, father, 2 brothers, and sister. The humans had at least ten times as many. As the humans neared the Lycan's den, the werewolves poured from the caves and rushed into the massive mob of torch and blade wielding humans. The lycans slashed and shredded through the crowd of shock induced humans. The battle raged on for hours, and the lycans fought hard through cold iron, blood and moonlight.

As time passed the humans numbers had dwindled to at least a fourth of their original mass. Unfortunately the lycans had also lost a majority of their warriors. Only Azazyl's family remained in the vengeance hungry crowd of humans. Still they fought, their pelts soaked with human and their own blood. As the battle continued, Oriax the leader of the pack had finally fallen, his goal to protect his family had failed. As the family saw their leader, and father fall to the bloodied earth they retreated into the den. The humans stay outside, waiting for the lycans to attack once more. Azazyl and his brothers, Duemos and Caym, devised an ambush plan. While his mother and sister, rest their fatigued bodies. As the brothers rose to execute their plan, Azazyl mother and sister, Lilith and Kasdeya protested and attempted to convince them to flee, but the brothers' vengeance fueled anger of their father's death was impervious to the females' pleas.

While the family remained in the den, the humans had created a trap, that would set if anything were to come out of the cave, and as they completed the brothers mindlessly stormed out of the cave and fell into the humans' trap, the three struggle helpless under the net like trap outside of the den. A handful of men appear from the darkness of the trees. They laughed at the futile attempts of the brothers' to free themselves and one by one the humans would take their blades and impale a a lycan's chest. Duemos, Azazyl's older brother was the first to endure the torture. Azazyl and Caym cried out in terror and anger as they watch their brother die. Caym, Azazyl's younger brother had begun to cry at the sight of his beloved brother's death, Their mother Liltih heard the cries and rushed out of the cave to aid her sons, but as she entered the moonlit battlefield one of the humans had grown tired of the pup's whining and beheaded him. Lilith stood motionless as she watched her youngest son die, her mind suddenly blank she roared with fury and in an instant slew Caym's and Duemos' murderers, they fall to the ground, some gutted, some beheaded, the other humans that had come out to watch the execution hid back in the darkness of the trees.

Azazyl lie perfectly still under the trap as his mother cut him free. She begged her son to flee once more, and as Azazyl began to refuse the look in his mother's eyes made him hold his tongue and he ran in the opposite direction of the humans. After he had made it into the blackness of the forest he turned to see if his mother was following him. He froze where he stood as he watched the humans ambush his mother, he burst into tears as he watched her fall to the ground, arrows protruding from her back, he fell to his knees and almost decided to run back to kill the humans that ambushed his mother, but Lilith held up her hand and her eyes met her sons and with her last breath she told him to run.

Azazyl's mind had gone blank with hatred and sadness, but his body followed his mother's last command and he ran as fast and as far as he could. Hours later he collapsed in a field many miles away from his once home and family. He had ceased his tears because he had ran out tears to cry. His heart fell to pieces as he lie in the field, but he came to a realization, that what the humans had done was also the defeat of his brothers and mother. So he vowed to his lost loved ones that he would change, and live on as a new. He started a journey to travel the lands and find a place to start over, it has been twelve long years since he began it and he hasn't found his destination yet, but he's most definitely not giving up.



Anything Else We Need to Know?:

No.

IC (In Character) Entrance:

Heavy thudding echos resonated through the vast wasteland as Azazyl ran. His heavy hand-paw hybrid slammed against the ground with each stride, creating a cloud of dust, only to be swept away with the hot, parched wind of the barren lands. Azazyl's crude wrappings flayed behind his appendages as he ran. His steel chain clinked together with each downward thrust of his muscular arms.

His fur pressed against his frame as he ran, it showed his outlining - tightly structured muscles extended and contracted, carrying the near-quarter-ton Lycan across the dirt. His eyes were dead-set on the horizon and wind the faintest bit of forest scent rode the wind that Azazy's muzzle inhaled. The Lycan was set on getting the hell out of the life-forsaken land. His unwavering will pressed him and his body to the limit. Lack of food and water was getting to him, it had been a whole day since he had drank anything, and a whole two days since he'd eaten anything. Inevitable fatigue was setting in.

After another hour of running through the unforgiving sun and thirsty air, the exhausted Lycan's weary expression turned into a wide toothy grin. Azazyl's eyes feasted upon the horizon as a faded green silhouette mirages into view over the final stretch of the wastelands. "It's about damn time." Azazyl spoke to himself. His deep voice boomed from his muzzle, his voice was tweaked with a slight Russian accent which fiddled with his words. His second wind kicked into high gear and he sprinted the last stretch of this unbearable land.

Azazyl slowed to a halt as the comforting shadows of the forest shielded him from the sun. Azazyl's weight flopped against the forest floor and his chest heaved, that trip would take a toll on anyone. He rested for an hour or so before deciding to continue, he needed food and water soon.

As he walked, an uneasy feeling tugging at the bottom of Azazyl's stomach ,made him wary. His movements slowed and his ears swiveled and flicked, scanning for audible threats. Something just didn't seem right...

Then a loud snap erupted from underfoot as Azazyl pressed his weight into the 'supposedly' solid ground. With a yelp, Azazyl plummeted into a Hunter's pit fall trap. Azazyl roared in pain as a spike impaled his left shoulder. He laid there, appalled at what had just happened. Then he went into action, there was no way he would give his pelt up to some Hunter as a trophy. With a grunt, Azazyl used his free arm to reach and with a heave, he pulled, he snapped the wooden spike in half. He then all too reluctantly sat upright with a very aggravated snarl. His instincts made him think quickly and he ripped the wrappings off of his thigh and bandaged the seeping wound. He leaped out of the artificial abyss and ran.

Eventually the already current fatigue and the loss of blood smote Azazyl and the Werewolf fell with an agonized whine. His breathing grew ragged as unconsciousness tugged at the edge of his mind. Slowly Azazyl faded, whines of excruciating pain seeped from his muzzle with each exhalation. He lay in the middle of an unknown land, completely vulnerable. Something that never happened to him.

Time would take Azazyl's life, unless something or someone else did. His mind hoped for a most unlikely savior.

[Briena_Skysong]

She walked along through the forest, humming softly to herself. The deep hood of her cloak was over her head, un-needed though the cover was. It hid her features in shadow, deeming her unidentifiable for the time being. though her features were unseen, her way of moving told that she was definitely female.

Snap! Briena's head snapped up at the sound of breaking wood. The yelp of surprise made her turn and look toward the sound in curiosity. The roar that followed made her jerk back in surprise. It was a roar of pain. She followed the sounds as swiftly as she could, but by the time she reached the sprung trap, whoever it was was gone, but... Ahah! Blood on the leaves. Fresh.

Briena touched her fingertips to the red liquid, and sniffed it. Lycanthrope. "I have you now... Whoever you are, don't go too far..." She murmured. Then she was off, following the blood trail. Soon, she found the source. Hell, this Lycan was enormous! She hesitated, but then the whines caught her compassion, and she moved to kneel by the creature's side. She didn't speak, but set her hands over the wound in his shoulder.

Unconscious or not, the Lycan would feel a heating sensation in his shoulder, then the feeling of the wound seemingly being sucked upon by some magical pull. The wound would seal, mending with a slight sparkle. He would sink into a peaceful sleep, she hoped.

She sat back on her heels and took in his appearance, each little detail at a time. The muzzle, the piercings in his ears and nose; "Who would want to poke holes in their ears and nose?" She mused in a quiet mutter. She looked him over, noting the beads in his mane, the chiseled musculature of him, the raw, wild power of his aura. The wrappings on his legs made her wonder. As did the chain. Had he been a prisoner? She shrugged. That didn't matter. What did matter, was that he smelled of hunger and thirst. She could help him with that.

Shifting into a large gray wolf, with dapples of leafy green vining through her gray base, she slipped away, returning moments later with two rabbits dangling from her jaws. She dropped them next to him, and then tapped the ground with a paw, three times. A large basin appeared, brimming with cool, clear water. She slipped away again, and leaped up onto a large boulder, her fur taking on the hue of the rock.

There, she watched, waiting.

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[Ayo]

Azazyl's dreams were filled with hate, fear, violence, and murder. His constant nightmare was stabbing at his heart, the memory replayed over and over. His family died a countless amount of times. Azazyl's muzzle was streaked with tears and there was nothing he could do aside from let his body run its course of sleep.

As the nightmare finished itself once again the Dream-Azazyl's shoulder would glow white and he would look at it in confusion. The pain of the wound was affecting him even though he was unconscious. Slowly the whining breaths ceased as did his dream and he woke up with several snaps of his jaws and a growl, directed at nothing. It's just that the recent past events played through his rejuvenated mind. The thunder of a growl ceased after his senses scanned the area - There was no hunter to to take his fur after all. He sat up and immediately scooted back to use a great tree as a prop for his back. He rotated his injured shoulder and winced, his eyes closed - but then he opened his eyes as nothing hurt. He looked at the bloodied wrappings for a moment and remembered his dream. He rotated his shoulder again... No pain. He tore the poorly applied wrappings off and rubbed his fur, where he was pierced. His head thumped against the tree he was leaned against and he sighed and thanked the sky silently for this miracle.

He inhaled through his muzzle deeply and almost immediately began to salivate. He smelled food. His head threw forwards and his xanthous eyes scanned his surroundings. They almost immediately fell upon the two hares mere feet away from him. He lunged from his spot and snatched the first rabbit into his gaping jaws. With three vigorous snaps, crunches of a rabbit skeleton would be heard and he would swallow the creature. He took no time in consuming the other either. It was gone within three more bites from his steel jaw muscles.

His mane fell over his shoulders as he got to his fours and a bead fell from one of his braids. It would have gone unnoticed, aside from the 'plunk' it made as it hit the pool of water beside him. Azazyl's ear flicked and he looked down. It must have been the blessing of an angel that he survived. His head lowered and he began to lap up the clear water. His lengthy tongue scooped up the water, it splashed against his jowls. Once satisfied he retrieved his bead and connected it back to his braid.

The massive Lycan then stood on his hinds legs and his full height was displayed. He was feeling incredibly well. He flexed his arm that had been maimed. His muscles coiled and bulged as they had done before he was stabbed, there was no internal damage. His brows rose in amazement.

Azazyl's nose flared as the scent of something alive hit it. He went to his fours again and sniffed around the pool that had not been there before. He trailed the scent quickly, around and then away from the pool and then to a boulder. He skimmed his nose over the stone and looked upward and the distinct shape of a canine head was perched on the rock. He immediately jumped onto it and located the source of the scent, his muzzle pressed close to the 'stone wolf head' and he inhaled deeply, then spoke. "A rock saved me..?" He stared intently at it, his ear flattened and his head tilted, he was absolutely befuddled at this.

[Briena_Skysong]

Briena watched through slitted eyes, as the Lycan woke, then tested his arm. The bulge of his muscles... She shuddered, then shook her mind out of it. Then realized that he had caught her scent. Her blood ran cold. He'd been helpless when he was unconscious, but what could he do when he was awake? Then he was looking straight at her.

His statement sent an amused ripple through her. A rock? Then her mind returned to being serious. He was still staring at her. What to do... Ah! She smiled, very slowly, then vanished into her Prank Form. Scentless, soundless, trackless, she sighed inwardly. Then slipped away. She had been feeling a sort of pull coming from him. Her body knew the feelings, even if her mind rejected them.

She sighed, then went off to find a rabbit. Moments later, the prey was thrown to the Lycan. And Briena stepped out, in Base Form, after it. Avoiding his golden gaze, she nodded. "I see you have awakened. How is your arm?"

[Ayo]

Azazyl's eyes lost focus as the stone in front of his snout disappeared. His pupils shrank, and dialated as he pulled away and he focused on the spot he was sure he saw a wolf head. He flopped onto his hind haunches, his legs open and his hands in front of him. He gave an absolutely confused noise, then shrugged - Maybe he wasn't completely alright after all. He thought himself that he might be delirious. So he shrugged off the feeling .

A rustle in the bushes from the side made him alert again, he jumped off of the boulder and readied himself for whatever it might be. The Lycan's body tensed, his arm and leg muscles tensed, coiling to breaking point of a lunge. His eyes were set on the direction of the noise.

Azazyl was taken by surprise as not an enemy flew from the bushes, but another rabbit. His maw gaped as he caught it with a loud crunch of its bones. He snapped this one down, slower than the others, this time it took him 6 chews. When he was finished swallowing the hare a voice rang from the same direction as the morsel had. The alluring voice captivated him, his eyes fell to the voice obediently. It set upon a beauty of a woman, he observed her for a moment. His mind then remembered that she had just not appeared,and that she had spoke to him.

She asked of his well being. His body relaxed, letting his tenseness loosen and he removes his stance. Azazyl answered her, his deep voice resonated to her. "My arm is fine." He flexed it out of slight disbelief, the same result as the last test occurred, he was almost certain that he wasn't still dreaming. "Are you my savior?" His voice was curiously expectant. He took several steps towards her, his eyes burned into hers, even if she wasn't looking at him.

Azazyl stopped a few meters away from her, waiting for a reply. The incident with the stone wolf head had disappeared from his mind, but this woman had the exact same scent it did. He gave several sniffs in her direction, confirming this. "Are you?" He asked again, hoping for an answer, so he could be able to be completely sure he was not delirious about everything that was happening.

[Briena_Skysong]

Briena had noticed the Lycan's tense muscles and stance relax as she had asked of his arm. At his reply, she nodded, though her eyes followed the arm for a moment, not just because she wanted to be sure he was not just being macho and hiding any pain. Assured, she nodded again, then tensed as he began to approach her, thus missing his question. She felt his eyes burning into her, and glanced up.

For a moment, she felt as though she were drowning in those golden pools of his. Her breathing hitched, then she got a hold of herself and jerked her gaze away. She heard him sniffing, then that voice forced her gaze up again as he asked... Briena blinked a few times, realizing that she'd missed something. "Am I what?" She asked, genuinely puzzled.

A brisk wind caught at her cloak, pulling it aside, revealing the long-sword sheathed at her left hip. The pommel was studded with sapphires, and the cross section of the hilt's tee was detailed with an engraving of a many pointed star, a topaz of blue marking the star's center.

Briena shifted her weight to her right leg, and felt the comforting weight of the blade press against her hip. She relaxed a fraction, and stood straighter. She was no coward. Just... Shy around males. Particularly ones that she was unfamiliar with. She was unsure of what this Lycan could be capable of, but she was quite sure that he could easily eat her if he got a notion to do so. He could easily kill her. If he managed to injure her badly enough to disable her. But she shook her mind's head. Getting ahead of things. He hadn't done anything to indicate that he had foul intentions for her.

She forced herself out of her musings and eyed the Lycan from nose to tail, but avoiding his eyes. She feared the pull that she felt when she met that gaze, detested the feeling of maidenish vulnerability they evoked. She knew he likely had no clue what she was feeling, or why she would not meet his gaze directly. She intended to keep him clueless.

[Ayo]

The Lycan's brows lowered, as did his eyes as she asked him what he just asked only seconds ago. His eyes went their curious state to one of slight skepticism. One of the brows rose, he spoke again. "You can't be seri-" He decided it would be better to leave out the skeptical tone. He cleared his throat with a slight shake of his head which shook his long mane, clacking the beads together. "Are you my savior?" He points to his chest then to the spot where his blood stained the ground. "Did you save me?"

As his eyes returned to her a gust of wind flayed his fur and wrappings. It also uncovered enough of Briena's apparel to catch Azazyl's eye. He observed her clothing and his head gave a slight twitch to the right. He'd seen many types of clothing in his travels, but none like hers. Then his eyes lowered as a glinting caught his attention. The wind had also pressed the tree leaves of the forest enough to break the shadowy shield's barrier and let the isolated ray shine upon her sword's handle. His eyes went to the gem encrusted grip and hand guard. As big, brutal, and stupid as Azazyl may appear seeing that he was a beast, he was hardly the latter of the list, but it was not the 'shiny' that the gems gave off in the sunlight that made him look - his instinct to observe almost everything in his surroundings caused him to look at the gems.

He tore his eyes away from the jewels and looked back up to her. She still didn't meet his eyes. This made him wonder if she was afraid of him or just disliked Lycans in general... He shook off the thoughts, because he seriously doubted she would still be standing where she was. Or it could be that she knew of the predatory 'chase' reflex that most Werewolves did when something that could resemble a possible meal ran away out of fear. Although, Azazyl had abandoned at some earlier part of his life. So this time, he waited more than expectantly for her answer. His jewel-like eyes remained set upon her face , hoping for an answer to his question, instead of another question as an answer.

[Briena_Skysong]

Briena heard the skeptic note in the cut off sentence and raised a brow in mild questioning. Her gaze followed his mane and the beads as they clicked and clacked together when he shook his head. Then, as he asked his first question, she followed the movement of his hand as he pointed first, to himself, then to the blood on the leaves. Her only answer was cryptic, to say the least.

"Perhaps I am, perhaps I am not. Perhaps I did, perhaps I did not." She said, with a shrug of one shoulder. When the wind came again, pulling at his fur and wrappings, her eyes followed the flutter of the wrappings for a moment. Then her eyes lifted, but stopped short of his gaze. She watched his muzzle as she spoke again. "I healed you, if that is what you meant, and supplied food and water."

She changed her eyes over to the basin that had had the water in it. It filled again, and she went to it and sipped from her cupped hand. Cool, sweet, and refreshing. She had turned her back slightly to the Lycan, showing that she did not fear him too much. She was merely politely wary. Even when her back was to him, she had him in the corner of her eye.

She finished her drinking and straightened. Then turned back to him. A question had been brewing at the back of her mind. Who was he? Where had he come from? Across the Wastelands? She had only been in Deep Forest for a year at most, and there was still much she did not know. She had only been as far as the Village, but she had not settled there. She couldn't settle. Too boring, even here in this beautiful land.

Briena tilted her head, looking speculatively at the Lycan. She could sense the many scars on his body, though they were hidden under fur. Her eyes went to his piercings, and her brow rose. She still couldn't get over the question of why people poked holes in themselves. Piercings could be grabbed, yanked, twisted, used against oneself in battle. And they could catch in twigs, snag on things, getting torn out in the process. She shuddered at the thought of anyone coming near her to poke holes in her nose or ears.

"Unthinkable..." She muttered aloud to herself. Then she came out of her thoughts and looked at him again. He was still watching her with those golden eyes. She focused her eyes to a point just above his ears. The way she never looked into his eyes likely gave him the impression that she might be blind. She asked him one of the questions that had come to mind when she'd found him.

"Why were you injured?"

[Ayo]

All the time Briena moved Azazyl's eyes were set as stone upon her. As she answered with an indirect answer he gave a huff of air through his nose and his eyes narrowed. He ran her answer through his head. 'Perhaps I am, perhaps I am not. Perhaps I did, perhaps I did not.' His lids lowered at her for a moment, but as she came out with the most clear answer she'd given so far, he gave her a smile in obvious thanks.

He noticed her eyes skimming about places upon his face, almost everywhere aside from his own eyes. He came to the theory that she could be blind - but no. She was looking directly at something, and her eyes weren't cataract. Then she spoke low, it would have been incomprehensible if Azazyl weren't what he was. "Unthinkable..." His head tilted then. What could possibly be unthinkable? His eyes followed the sight-line of hers, they lead to his ear. It was clear to him then, it was his piercings. He understood why she said what she had then, it was not usual for people to have them. Piercings on a Lycan would probably baffle someone.

As he was about to explain himself she spoke again. Her question triggered the recent past events once more. His eyes lowered to the ground and his ears flattened. His mind replayed the journey through the horrible wastelands, the heat, the horrid sun beating down oh his back for 2 days. He stifled a growl as the memory approached its climax and the pit-fall trap was stumbled upon. The memory of the pain that he endured was fresh in his mind. He shoved the annoyances into the back of his mind, seeing as that the pain was gone, thanks to this woman. He then opened his mouth to speak. "I... Fell." He spoke roughly, the slight hint of a rumbling growl accented his deep voice. "Into a trap." His answer was short and to the point, he obviously didn't want to talk about it all too much. He tried to get his mind off of things then. "So, savior." He addressed her. "I can see that you're uncomfortable around me, but let me give you my name, seeing as it's the least I can do since I have nothing to pay you with." He slowly leaned his head down into a bow. "I am Azazyl." After the bow, he rose his eyes to hers again. "I hope the slight personalization will ease your worries?" Azazyl was completely relaxed, no tension anywhere, no hints to a lunge, a growl, a snarl, anything. He hoped his gestures would win at least her name, even though she did not require to give it.

[Briena_Skysong]

Briena noticed that her question caused the Lycan's eyes to leave her for the first time; they had fallen to the ground. His ears had also flattened. After a few minutes, during which he seemed to be thinking over his answer, he confirmed what she had already known. He had fallen into the pit-fall trap. She nodded and left it at that.

Then he spoke, saying that he could tell that she was uneasy in his presence, then indicated that he would give his name. Then he spoke his name with a bow. Azazyl. Then his eyes lifted, and Briena was caught momentarily by them, and missed the first part of his next sentence up to 'will ease your worries?'. She jerked her gaze away with a very faint intake of air.

"P-perhaps. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Azazyl." She swept a warrior's bow. This consisted of drawing her blade, cutting an ark through the air, and touching the tip of the blade to the ground, folding her hands on the pommel, left upon right, and bending at the waist, touching her forehead to the top of her left hand, and then sheathing the blade in the reverse motion. She executed the motions perfectly.

She straightened from the bow, a bow that was meant for the courts, not this. Then she looked at him, her head tilted to the side as she pondered over the notion of returning the name-giving with her own. She nodded, taking in his relaxed form, then spoke clearly.

"I am Briena Skysong."

[Ayo]

As Azazyl waited a yawn crept from his muzzle, it bared his teeth and ended with a high-pitched whine. Then he heard her speak as the rumbling that one usually feels on the eardrums ceases. He he nodded as she spoke his name. "A pleasure indeed." He said quickly. His muscles tensed as she drew her sword. Immediately his mind kicked into defensive mode. He crouched a bit lower and narrowed his eyes at her - thinking he might just have to kill this woman, even if she had just saved him. He was very disappointed at this though. As Briena rang the blade through the air and jutted it into the ground Azazyl tilted an ear in confusion. Her swing was followed by a bow he'd never seen before, the kill-face left Azazyl's expression then and he rose back to his relaxed stance, hopefully she'd not noticed his sudden change of figure. Her movement was obviously a greeting as foreign as it may be.

Then she gave him her name. He marveled at it's uniqueness. Then he ran it through his head several times, testing its sound out before he spoke. His accent might falter his speech pattern for her name. After a moment or so, he spoke. "Briena Skysong, lovely name." He spoke to her, being complimentary - hoping to recover his possible lost respect due to his cautious reactions when she drew her blade. He gave his head a small dip, being indirectly apologetic.

He decided to push past his mistake. "So, what compelled you to save me? Not many of this world would have done the same as you. How did you know I wouldn't try to eat you along with those rabbits?" He chuckled slightly. "Quite the risk taker." He gave her a slight forward tilt of his head. "Kudos for you, Briena." He said to her with a smile, he walked towards her and then past her several feet, his tail brushed against the opposite side of her blade. "I don't suppose you're new to this place, seeing as your clothing smells like it does here." He looked to the forest in front of him, then turned his head to look at Briena. "I would be appreciative if you would... Eh, show me somewhere I could find a place to eat. I'm rather tired of raw meat, not that your meal goes unappreciated." He added the last bit with a slight nervous haste. "It's just that it takes more than that to fill me up, and I'm still hungry." He spoke to her with slight embarrassment, turning his head away so she wouldn't be able to see it as well as hear it.

[Briena_Skysong]

Briena had noticed his defensive posture as she'd drawn her blade. Obviously, he had never been given this sort of salute before. She watched his stance relax as he seemed to realize that she meant no harm,only to salute. After she gave her name, he took a moment to answer, and his answer complimented her name. He called it a lovely name. The apologetic dip of the head made the corners of her mouth twitch, ever so slightly.

Then he asked what had compelled her to help him, saying that not many would have done as she had, then asking how she'd known that he would not have eaten her along with the rabbits. She thought about that, as he called her a risk taker with a slight chuckle. Then, Briena answered with the truth.

"Instinct is what compelled me to heal you. And the slight bit of loneliness that comes with wandering alone. As for knowing that you wouldn't have tried to eat me, well, I didn't know. A risk taker, I am. And- Er... 'Kudos'?"

She spoke the last word in a questioning tone. Then, he was walking toward her, and she tensed faintly until he passed her, and then she turned around to keep her eyes on him. He may have smiled, but she was very wary. When he asked, in a way, if she had lived in the Forest for long, as her clothing smelled like the forest. He looked at her, and she shrugged, saying, "Maybe three months to a season..."

Then Azazyl said that he would be appreciative if she'd show him a place to eat, and that he was tired of raw meat, and then he added that her meal had been welcomed, the swiftness of his words here hinting at nervousness. As for the fact that three rabbits would not be enough for his stomach to be filled, and that he was still hungry, Briena agreed. He did look hungry still. And was that a hint of embarrassment in his deep voice?

She answered his words with a simple sentence. "Well, you could always cook your meat. And I could perhaps hunt a deer for you." Her head tilted as she watched him. What would he do next?

(OoC: Sorry about the long wait. Hey, Forger, How are we doing?)

[Ayo]

Azazyl huffed through his nose faintly, then nodded. He thought to himself what she'd ran by him about her decisions to heal. "Instinct..." He mumbled quietly. Another gust of air blew from his nostrils, it rustled the leaves in front of slightly. His eyes skimmed about the shuddering leaves, then he turned to face her as she offered to hunt him something. He tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes at her, but he nodded.

His head snapped to the left as a bird fluttered away form the dense leaves of a tree. He furrowed his brows and shook his head slightly at his paranoia. He then looked back to Briena, giving her another nod in reassurance. "Venison sounds absolutely delicious." He admitted honestly. He shook his fur for a moment, his adornments clacked and jingled, then settled a moment later. "If you're hunting then I'll prepare the fire." He stated quite reluctantly, he loved hunting, but killing more animals than needed was redundant, the surplus would just waste away. "There's no need to be hasty with your hunt, I've little skills in lighting fires." He did not doubt her ability to hunt, underestimating people was the last thing he would ever do to a stranger - Especially one who had the ability to heal and find and catch multiple, elusive hares within a matter of hours.

Azazyl's massive head gave a gracious bow of thanks. "I presume you will take no time at all to track, pursue, and kill the deer." He turned and began to walk away to find some dead wood for a fire. He might not be good at starting them, but he knew the requirements for making one. Dry wood, a perimeter for the flame to dance about in, and ignition. He lifted his head slightly as he spoke. "I will fetch the fire and have it ready by the time you return... Hopefully." He spoke the last bit to himself as the cloak of the trees enveloped his figure and he was out of sight.

[Briena_Skysong]

Briena listened to the huff of his nose as Azazyl nodded. He mumbled something then huffed again, this breath rustling the leaves before him. She had noticed the way his eyes had narrowed when she'd offered to hunt for him, the way his head had tilted. The nod that followed. Did he prefer to hunt for himself?

As a bird fluttered away, and his head snapped to attention, she smiled to herself. He was slightly jumpy, it seemed. Apparently, he was not pleased by this jumpiness, for his brows furrowed and his head shook. Then he looked back to her with another nod, and his agreement that venison sounded quite delicious. Briena heard the honesty in his words and his voice. He shook himself, and Briena's eyes tracked the movement of the adornments in his mane as they sounded out their clacking and jingles, and when they settled, she looked back toward his face, but not his eyes.

When he stated that if she was doing the hunting, he would do the fire. She heard a good deal of reluctance in his tone. Obviously, he would have preferred the hunting. Then he added that she needn't be hasty, as he had little skill in lighting a fire. Briena grinned at him for perhaps the first time. As he bowed his head to her, and said that he presumed that she would take no time at all to bring in the prey, Bri's grin grew wider. She dipped her head in acknowledgment and started off, pausing as he spoke again. He would have the fire fetched and ready by the time she came back. She chuckled at the last bit, as he vanished. He may have spoken it to himself, but she heard it anyways. She muttered to herself that word. "Hopefully... Yes, hopefully, indeed." And then she slipped into the forest.

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~The Hunt~
~

Briena Shifted into a wolf as she slipped through the forest, and her senses grew keener and stronger. She did indeed catch the trail of a deer, and her senses told her it was a stag. In it's prime. She nodded and followed the trail. Her fur was behaving in the manner of a chameleon lizard, taking the colors and patterns of the forest behind her. The faintest ripple of the faint outline of a large wolf was all that could be seen of her.

After thirty minutes or so, she found her target. It was a large stag, with a fine rack of antlers. She wavered on her options. Should she kill this regal creature? Then she noticed the malformed hind leg, and the painful limp in it's step. It was living with this painful injury, the bone set wrong from a nasty fracture. She nodded to herself. End it's pain. She crept forward, then charged. The stag made a valiant effort, and managed to lead her on an impressive chase. Briena was gaining, however, and in a few great bounds, she caught up.

Now, Briena was what I call a clean hunter. She never liked spilling blood. So she had figured out a way to kill without wasting the blood and drawing scavengers. The method had worked with everything from stag, to moose, to massive horned bulls.

She lunged through the air, and landed on the stag's back. Then, she dove for the left antler and, using her weight and momentum, swung her body hard in front of the stag's chest, jaws still clamped on the antler base. This would, hopefully snap the deer's neck, and the vertibre would pinch and sever the vital nerves that sent messages to the brain, paralyzing the prey. Sometimes, it severed the Great Artery, and the prey bled out, without spilling the blood. In any case, the hunt was over.

Briena thanked the stag for his life, then dragged it's body back to the clearing. All in all, it had taken fifty minutes. She reached the clearing, and dropped the kill.

[Ayo]

Azazyl's ears fell back as he heard Briena move across the leaf clustered forest floor, then disappear from his hearing range. Which was quite a distance, regardless, he reluctantly focused on the task at hand and continued on, moving closer to the wastelands where there would be more dried, dead wood.

The Lycan's heavy, padded hands crunched twigs and leaves as his eyes scanned for the right kind of wood. After twenty minutes of scavenging, Azazyl returned to the pool of water that Briena had conjured for him and set the logs down in no specific order. His eye fell to the boulder which he swore he saw the shape of a wolf head and ran his fingers across it gently. Then his fist clenched and he reared back, tensing his arm tight enough that his muscles would feel as steel would to the touch. Then with a grunt of forceful exertion he brought his knuckles to meet the stone.

Azazyl's hand impacted the stone with a loud 'KERRAACK' as the vibrations traveled through the dense rock. Around Azazyl's fist approximately a fifteen inch diameter the stone was shattered. The separated pieces of stone fell to the Lycan's feet. He removed his hand from the point of impact and loosened his fingers, then shook his hand to ease the tiniest prick of pain. He leaned and scooped up the rocks which were about the same size of various fruits of the citrus family. Oranges, Mangoes, Tangelos, etc.

Azazyl laid the stones in a moderately sized circle, then he leaned and scooted the logs to his side and began setting them up, the resembled a pyramid slightly. Azazyl then picked up two of the stones he laid, breaking the circle. Then he sat them aside and scooped some dried leaves from behind him and sprinkled them about the logs. Then with stones in hand, Azazly began clashing the stones together. After almost a half an hour of persistent Neanderthal fire-making tactics he grew frustrated and dropped one of the stones. Azazyl grabbed his chain linked necklace and removed it. If stone on stone wont work, metal on stone would.

Several more minutes passed and then a spark of life was born from the friction of the materials. Azazyl's expression shifted from obvious aggravation to one of splendor as the tiny spark ignited the leaves. He leaned back and took one of the leftover sticks and prodded the embers into a whispering flame, then to a roaring fire. Azazyl scooted back several feet, being cautious not to burn his fur. Then as Briena returned moments later he looked to her and her kill. His head nodded in obvious approval then he smiled and beckoned for her as she sat the stag down. "Bring it to me, I will clean it an prepare it for cooking." Azazyl set his prodding stick down, then put his chain back on and set his eyes upon her, waiting for her next move. He took an obvious interest in her and her ways. They were unlike anyone he'd ever encountered before. He had it written it on his face, like an open book.

[forgerofsouls]

((ooc: Accepted! Grats!))