Hopeful (Nadia; Open)

[+Eternal Sorrow+]

O.N.Y.X.

Heat can be particularly hard in the summer time, and because a junkyard has very little shade besides the scorching metal of abandoned vehicles, finding a proper place to rest was near impossible. The heat of today, however, was miniscule due to the clouds that hovered low overhead, possibly promising showers to cool down the pack lands and if nothing else provide shade to a land that welcomed every bit of shade it could get. But despite the blistering temperatures of summer, dogs still found the Junkyard to be a refuge from those who wished them harm, and now even it harbored a pack, the Morg to be more specific. It was a haven for those who wished harm upon the Demeron, or the same for those who just wanted somewhere they could become a part of something more than just being a solitary mutt on the street, facing every day with the knowledge that they could be captured and experimented on by the humans. It had been rumored that the labs were gone, but dogs knew that these were lies. Daemons were still coming out of the labs, sometimes going back in if they were caught, most wishing for death to claim them, and others loving their new twisted transformations. They were no longer canine in nature. True they might have looked like dogs on the outside, but inside their hearts beat with vengeance, and their minds wrought with the belief that they were the only beings fit to live in this human infested nightmare turned bitter cold truth. Any normal dog in their right mind knew of these monsters, but it was only the Morg who thought these blemishes upon the world ought to be removed and they were the perfect beings for the job.

Onyx contemplated her thoughts as she made her way passed the boundary and into the realm of the Morg. Cream colored coat carrying bits of dust from having run some of the way here, collarless neck identifying her as one of the unfortunate strays of Harthorn, and no visual mutations making her have no ties to the labs or the Daemon. Well-built frame moved gently through the land, every large paw striking the ground lightly, then lifting again in a careful two-beat gait around the mountains smashed cars and rows of still mostly intact cars alike. Despite the heat that could no doubt accumulate with so much metal lying around, Onyx found the land picturesque in addition to being a promising home for members of the Morg pack. Slowing her pace to a leisurely walk, Onyx took the moment upon reaching a vehicle to jump onto a common station wagon where she immediately proceeded to survey her surroundings. The sight, normally appalling to human eyes, was more like something she had seen in a dream once as a small puppy. It was a dog’s paradise in her eyes, and how anyone would think otherwise was simply beyond her. After a moment of stretching along the top of the vehicle, Onyx chose to lie down on the metal, her tail wagging up and down, beating against the steel and making a slight thump thump thump against the surface. She remained alert, eyes scanning the area when she suddenly heard something behind her.

[Majora]

It was hot, and her thick coat wasn't helping the cause. She needed to get to work with the Station Officer Fighters some more. The air had gotten tense since the so pronounced death of the Celes alpha, and the disappearence of Judge didn't make any of these matters easier on her. The Husky pushed up from the ground and shook out her coat. She was a beautiful fae by all means, blue eyes that would seem to see into you. The normal gray,black, and white husky coat.

Yet Nadia sported a beautiful figure of a husky, and her tail curled slightly. But don't be fooled, she is a strong fae with the head of all the Station Officer Fighters. The Station Officer. She walked forward, her paws pounding on the ground with a beat all on her own. All her anger was pushed back into her mind as a scent reached her nose. Cocking her head to the side, she didn't seem to know this scent. Nadia sped up, this could of meant danger.

She saw the fae atop of an old vehical, and she cleared her throat. "Excuse me, but I don't believe I know you. Are you new to the pack? A loner? If so you are not welcomed here, I suggest you leave now." Her voice was full of strength, this wasn't the time to be messed with. Nadia hadn't gotten the brute she wants the most yet, but here was a careless dog strutting in to her pack home lands. She couldn't even tell if the dog had a morg scent.

[+Eternal Sorrow+]

When normally charged of tresspassing, Onyx usually left the lands without saying a word of who she was or why she was there in the first place. But today was not one of those days. She had a purpose in these lands, and as rumors flew that the Morg pack was more for the rough and tumble crowd, be damned if someone would deny her the chance to get in on the action. At the approach of the well-built Husky, Onyx knew at once that a dog of such commanding prescence about her had to have a relatively high position in the pack, if not the Alphess position. Onyx knew that no matter where she went, what ever pack she visited, she wouldn't be welcome with open arms. If the rumors of the Daemon were true, and that the Morg were the tru enemies of said experimented mutants, then of course security would be of high priority. This Husky knew nothing of Onyx, and for all she knew, she could be a spy for the Demeron, but if that were so, would Onyx really take the risk of coming here alone? Besides, Onyx wasn't the sort to go around and do the 'dirty' work of some pampered, pompous experiment gone hay-wire. She had better things to do like try to get a spot in a pack where ripping the throat out of some Demeron pack member was a job requirement. But no matter what ever opionion of authority the wheat colored ruffian of a fae had, she was one to respect it and that started with jumping off the vehicle, and onto the ground a few feet away from the Husky. Onyx did just that.

In a calm, but icy sounding voice that had touched heart deeply overthe years, Onyx let out a reply. " At one point in time, you would have called me a 'loner', if you will, for I traveled alone. That, however, is not the case as of late. I seek the path of the Morg," Onyx spoke nothing of the Demeron pack, nor yet did she give her name. A proper soldier withheld any personal information unless asked for it, and even then did they not portray their allegience so loosely. For the moment, Onyx would let the Husky take the reins of the conversation, seeing as she had labeled Onyx as a tresspasser, and not a fellow follower of the same path. While she waited for a reply, or a threatening reaction, Onyx took up her guard, vast orbs facing the Husky. It was indeed a terribly hot day to start a fight, although she herself was not seeking to do so. The heat can make even the most calm beast lose their cool, and canines were no exception.