If he kept moving, everything would be fine. One foot in front of the other, just keep walking. He looked behind him to where his sister was, and couldn't help but feel a little regret for his decision to bring her along. She looked weary, but he knew of the fighter that lie beneath that masked face of hers. "Sukia, maybe you should stay here while I search ahead. She got that dark look in her silver red streaked eyes and I sighed inwardly. There was no leaving her. She wouldn't have it. Mahotsukia never spoke. Not that she couldn't she was perfectly capable of speech. But she hated it, the fact that thats what others relied on. She knew better, that it was through body language that they should communicate. Her brother understood, but barely. Scowling, the black male moved on. Although he to was weary, he wasn't about to let her or anyone else see. There was something different about these two, and it wasn't just that the female didn't speak.

No, they were different in another way. Sukia, who never spoke, could hear things others did not wish to open their ears to. Whisperings that were that of long ago. As if from a past life. Datenshi, the fallen angel, followed the winds to wherever it was they took him. He listened to his gut, and when the winds spoke to him as the 'dead' did to his sister, he followed them.

A low out cropping of rock lay above and the male sighed. May as well rest, they had not done that in some time. He trotted forth, his sister in tow. Laying down, he scanned the area. His eyes were like his sisters, except yellow with streaks of black coming from the iris's making them appear striped. His sisters were silver, with blood red streaks going through them. Thats probably why their parents had named her Mahotsukia. Sorceress.

I watch my brother silently. Well, I was always silent. I knew he was trying his harest to make me happy, but this just wasn't cutting it. I mean, think about it. I went to a life of freedom to a life on the run. But I loved him, and I trusted him. It took much longer for the other wolves to gain my trust, but once they did I quite enjoyed their company. In any way that does not make me a good hearted worthless slut. I'm bad ass, as is my brother. If humans, we would be labeled immediatly as punks. My coat was black and blue, a perfect tint. My eyes scanned the terrain, but soon I couldn't keep them open and found myself with my head on my paws, and sleep beginning to invade the day.

The family had splintered yet again, and Tornado had no clue where his father or the others had gone too. He had heard the voice of his youngster daughter, and learned at least that their mission had been successful, and his grandson Desmon had been rescued. He would need to visit them... but... the wolf shook his head as if trying to physically clear the thoughts from his clouded mind.

Pack after pack broke around him, ever since Aliyyah's disappearance. Once again, he found himself alone and with no one, although he realized he was partly to blame. While he dwelled on such ideas, the scent of two unknown wolves drifted his way. Tornado stopped in his tracks, nose quivering as it leaned into the breeze. A brother and sister? They smell new. The wolf thought to himself, deciding to futher investigate the duo.

Picking up his stride, Tornado climbed a steep embankment, his dark claws scraping over the slick surface of ice and scree before he made it to the top. His white pelt, marred here and there with swirls of tan and pale gray, were almost a perfect match to the drearly look of the winter, rocky lands that surrounded him. As he scoured the land below, his eyes quickly fell upon two dark souls. For a moment he stood, his mind filled with both warning and curiousity. So many evil creatures had come here of late made Tornado leery of strangers, but his better half won out. As they came nearer, the wolf offered a light woof to catch their attention.

The massive male lifted his head, his gaze wandering towards that of anothers call. Seeing the other male, Datenshi stood, albeit slowly. His bones felt as if they were about to snap, he was so tired. If the other wished for a fight, the male would have no chance except using his brute strength. His yellow and black gaze was on Tornado as a protective stance was taken up by his sister. What is it that you seek? He asked, his voice was deadly soft, but loud enough to carry towards the white male.

The Sorceress

I lift my black head as my dark brother stands. I stand to, as protective of him as he is of me. My eyes narrow as I stare at the other male, my red and silver eyes taking him in. He was curious, yet wary of us. Now much of a surprise, we were new. Unknown Dangerous A dark smile spreads across my black lips as I stare at him unnervingly. Yes, the place was becoming over populated with dark wolves, but we wouldn't show our dark natures until need be. Well...It kinda radiated off of us, the immense darkness that we surrounded ourselves in. Age old eyes soaked in the other male, and I take up a non threatening stance, but I doubt he'll notice. It wasn't all that changing, just a relaxing of muscles, my tail hanging loose with my ears moving back and forth seeking out any hidden dangers. There were many voices here that spoke to me, and I tried my hardest to shut them out. The ones that had committed suicide, the ones that had died....