A New Adventure

ROE

Pale grey eyes observed through the bushes, calculating. Always calculating. That was all the ashen brute did, was calculate. It was his way to remain tranquil, his brain never truly shutting down, always working. Calculating. Deep in concentration, the massive rogue watched the femme as she rolled in the itchy sand, the cool, salty ocean waves washing up against her silvery shaded pelt. He watched her, the cool breeze running through his fur, brushing it out and fixing it, playing with it. And he sat there, simply watching, always calculating. Calculating how long it would take for him to get over to the dove, how long it would take for him to snatch a fish and run off. Too long. If that was his complete intent, he would have to use strategy. Just as he was about to step out to get a silvery figure that swam about in the water, the silver femme leapt up and pounced it, killing it in a matter of seconds. She would be a good opponent, quick and agile. She was obviously intelligent enough to move away from the constant waves, trying to lap up her kill and take it away.



The ashen brute watched the silvery femme as she ate her kill savagely, glancing up from time to time, when suddenly, her fur stood on ends. She could smell him. He began to calculate rapidly, calculating what would happen if she came to attack him. He couldn't run, she was obviously faster and had quicker reflexes. Fighting might be an option, considering she was smaller, much smaller, than he was. He was massive. Or, he could use strategy. At last second, he could dive out of the way and allow her to hit the huge tree behind him, while he bounded off. Those were the options if she came to attack. If she began to run off, he would go take the fish that she should leave behind, too lazy to hunt for himself. But if she stayed, that would be the biggest problem of all. No fishing, no speaking. Maybe, maybe, he could just trudge out, fish, and go back to hide. Would she say anything? Possibly. He truly hoped not.



His cold, hard gaze locked on her mince frame as she stared at him. He began to calculate her reaction. Her fur said shock or fear, or both. He didn't sense any danger. With a firm, mental shove, the brute staggered out onto the beach, looking typically drunk. His heavy footsteps sunk deeply into the sand, constantly tripping over his overly large paws. He was tired and hungry. No, he was tired and famished. With another heavy step, he struggled to the edge of the salty water, glaring down at the constant waves that stirred up the sand. He plopped back on his haunches, his stone hard orbs staring at the deep blue sea ahead of him. Why was it here? How was it created? Maybe a meteor flew and landed, pushing so deep into the earth, that water came pouring out. Any other time he would spend a day pondering the thought, but instead, he saw a sleek figure dash through the water. A fish!!



He watched as it wiggled in and out, weaving around who knows what. Why did fish swim like that? He stared intently at the fish. It was because they couldn't get around any other way with a fin like that. H shook his head, wondering why he had such silly questions, ones that he already knew the answers too. He sighed and watched the fish some more, before he decided what he was going to do. He looked around, to see that there was a tiny bay not far away. He would have to herd the fish to there. With purposely heavy steps, he stormed after the fish, everything going exactly as planned. Just as the fish reached the dead end and the ashen brute attempted to through on the brakes, he stumbled and fell, doing a full on face plant into the water.
"Oof! He barked as his canine teeth sunk into the scaly creature. Sand swirled his vision, the salt water stinging his orbs. He sat up straight, a quiet whimper escaping his maw, completely forgetting about the silvery femme that was just sitting on the beach.



He hauled himself out of the water, spitting out his food on the beach where the waves couldn't reach it. He had killed it with the force of his fall, and he paced around in frustration. How had he tripped? Was there a hole there? Or was he just that clumsy. He felt bad, and he spun around to face the femme on the beach.
"I am terribly apologetic that such an exquisite damsel had to see me plummet so dreadfully. I do apologize and hope I did not interfere with your meal," The ashen brute apologized so brutally, petrified she would laugh at his fail or his funny spoken words.

ROE

The massive brute could feel optics penetrating his back as he did his work, and fear filled his intelligent cranium. It felt like flames, singing his fur to ashes. What were flames made out of? Other than heat? What made them so hot, so deadly? The vibrations, he realized. He knew that vibrations made heat. Friction, made heat. So the air around the fire must rub together, spreading the fire. He shook his head clear, as he turned his huge cranium slightly to look at the femme. It was just easy, just simple, for him to become fearful or frustrated. Frustration came with defeat, fear with others. Other's, he feared, would mock or beat on Roe, and that's what made him fear the most. Being mocked. Although his stone cold orbs never said, never told, a soul what it was, he was always offended when he was mocked. And that's something he could keep to himself.



More fear managed to claw itself into his mind when she stood up, her mitts sinking deeper into the wet, cold sand. He couldn't help but frown at the sight of her giving a slight bow. Why is she bowing to me? I'm nobody important. I should be bowing to her, the brute thought in frustration. He ducked his head in reply to her duck, allowing his nose to touch the sticky sand. He would be a good omega. He's always been good at grovelling, he figured, grovelling to his older brother whom he's always had to do as was said. The rogue inhaled deeply, and allowed it to slip out quickly through his maw, in a bit of a sigh. He lifted his dome to look at the silvery silhouette in front of him. He noticed that he nearly towered over her, and a tiny smile slipped past his barricade, before it was put away.



She looked up at him slowly, accepting his apology. Damn! He was so formal, so elegant with his speaking, and she spoke normally. There was the burning sensation in his cheeks again, and he swore, his fur was gone, the ashen coat turned to ash itself. And then, the question he was dreading, what was it he was doing. Should he lie or tell this girl the truth? His hard layer whispered and told him to lie, tell her a lie, but his heart, something very rarely listened to, told him to tell the truth. For the first time in a long time, he listened to his heart.
"Although I wish to decline your interrogation, I might as well illustrate my manoeuvres. As you probably acknowledged, I was using a scheme to apprehend the fish. Since I have an insufficient amount of briskness, as opposed to a swift nymph like yourself, my intellect needs to do all the labour. I was attempting to manoeuvre the fish to where I could clasp it smoothly. And then I miscalculated, and plunged," The massive brute replied easily, quietly. He had used all of his smarts again, using long words that required a certain extent of intelligence to understand.



A quiet sigh escaped his maw as he looked at the silver form in front of him. His orbs, nearly silver themselves, regarded her body, taking in the size. She would be a worthy opponent, but an even better ally. She was brisk and with his intellect, it would be like him and his sister all over again. His sister. Where was she now? Was she long gone, haven forgotten about him? He surely hoped not. He hadn't forgotten about her or his brother, whom he wondered about a lot as well. It was always like that. He always thought about them. He remembered the fights the three would get in after being separated, all of their personalities to different, all clashing. It was difficult not to break down and send out a call for them right now, but he had to keep strong. He had company.

ROE

Darkening features regarded the nimble dame, her visage covered with a facade of shock. A sly thought came to the massive brute's grande cranium, and with a moment of thought, he realized that the nymph couldn't come with a good, sharp reply. A triumphant grin managed to slither into his facade, his hard orbs becoming slightly softer. Interesting, he thought smugly, she seems.. Frustrated Just as those thoughts were finished, her lyrics stumbled from her tongue, unsmooth and slightly flustered. His grin grew. Just as he was excited to think the femme was at loss for words, she jumped up, frightening the brute back. He stumbled back a step, and then sat back on his haunches as she announced her title to be Zena. An interesting name, not very common. He gave a quick nod.
"Of course, madame Zena. My title is Roe," he replied in a formal fashion, and then the dame spoke again, pride coloring her chords. An Alphesse? He was in the presence of an Alphesse? She definitely hasn't been acting like it, rolling around in the sand and in the salty water. He grinned.
"I'm very gleeful to overhear you take so much dignity in your pack," Ego. That's the only word that actually came to Roe's mind, and all he could do was watch the nymph with hard eyes.

ROE

A tiny growl rose from the maiden in front of him, and she lowered her dome, as if prepared to charge like a bull, or fight. Her lyrics boomed loudly in the quiet, tranquil area. Although, he did admire her pride and the willingness she had to protect and show off about her pack. That was one thing. Roe often found things to admire, and he found, that it was important if you planned to make friends or something of the sort. He didn't realize the fact he had made her mad at him, never being good with the sort of emotions that she seemed to pick up on. She had paused, and it seemed she thought for a moment, before speaking back, a sharp reply, for sure, and clever. She had turned the conversation around to him, making him look like a fool at the time. For the first time in awhile, Roe snapped, inside and out.
"I don't have anything! And how in the heck did you guess?! I guess it comes with being an Alpha of the greatest pack known to wolves, with a future to look forward to! My life was ruined by the carelessness of other's, of wolves I actually trusted! They killed too many of my siblings, and my. My oh my, did they get it. I got them back, I promise, I did, I did. I avenged them, those careless things. I hate them. I left their young in the paws of the old, knowing they, they too, would have the same fate as my siblings. If it weren't for me, they would be dead!" He had gone mental, for sure. He lost his formality. He lost his mind, just like his family. They were dead. His mind, for the first time, stopped.



The huge mascu dropped to his side, his body rigid and shaking, his mind turned off from the present, instead deciding to haunt him with memories and pictures from the bodies he had killed, the pain he had caused. He'd never had love growing up, never once did another show affection. He was a lost soul. He had more negatives than positives, only saving three, killing far too many to count. She shouldn't trust him. She should be gone.