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[Venture]

So baby yes I know what I am
And no I don't give a d**n
And you'll be lovin it

Her black form blended with the night, though she could still be seen. Her yellow eyes shone, glaring ahead, one always watching the water. Her paws left large prints in the damp sand. Honestly, she hated sand. It always clung to her fur and got up in between her toes. Her ears swiveled to the side, listening for any sign of danger. Her long, lean legs stepped high in the sand, her jogging pace a little bouncy. She listened to the splashes in the ocean water.

Tigua turned toward the water, watching the lighter form of her half-sister running through the waves. Her yellow eyes followed the smaller shape, a small grin on her face. Inca was two years younger than Tigua, and still had a it of a puppy-ish mind when there was no one else around. When Tigua wasn't keeping her serious, she was joyful. Inca splashed into a wave, soaking her pelt down to the skin. Her tan fur seemed to glitter under the moonlight. Tigua watched silently, standing perfectly still, tensed and ready to jump into action. She glanced around, knowing humans were prone to come here, even at night. She hoped she would be lucky enough to encounter another wolf rather than a horse or a human. She sighed, her slightly square head turning to one side, searching for any sign of other life.

Inca giggled, splashing in the waves. She saw Tigua turn away for a moment, and took her chance to pounce. She bounded out of the water and bolted up the sloping beach toward her sister. Tigua heard her coming and turned to look. But Inca was already upon her. The young female's small shape was no match in any way to her sister's, but she didn't have anything to fear from Tigua. The wet ball of fur slammed into Tigua's dark form, sending them tumbling a little. "Hey!" Tigua barked in surprise. She growled playfully and Inca yelped, scrambling up. The yearling bounced back toward the waves, laughing when Tigua caught up to her easily. Tigua laughed only once, and it was more of a chuckle. She caught up with her little sister and knocked her over, as gently as possible. Inca giggled and went tumbling through the retreating tide. She scrambled up and pounced toward Tigua again, who turned and ran back up the shore. The black wolf spun around and lay down on the sand, which she would regret later, panting slightly. Inca flopped down beside her, breathing hard, with a smile on her face. She lay her head down on the sand and closed her eyes.

Tigua sat up, tensed again, waiting for something to happen. She sighed, blinking once. One more night on their own, and another day the same tomorrow.

[mystic;]

A dark form moved across the sand, black paws beating the ground in each step. Golden eyes searched for the sister. She was not here. The wolf sighed, staring out across the water. So Galadriel had run off again? Aragorn sat on the sandy shore and watched waves crash against the shell-covered sand that lay before him. His little sister always said he was overprotective of her...maybe it was true, but he had good reason. They were running, hiding, all the time. He was the only one who knew why, and he wanted to keep it that way. His sister was probably with that new "friend" of hers, Spike, or whatever. That guy was trouble...or at least he hoped he could prove that so his sister would stop running off with him. Giving in to frustration, he let a growl escape him. But he was interrupted by the laughs and splashing close by.

Aragorn turned to see two figures, wolves like himself, down the beach. Well better to make new friends than to sit here, being angry at his sister's friend. Truth was, he was probably a good guy. Aragorn stood and walked down the beach to where the two females were. "Hi, there," he said with a smile, approaching the older of the two. He approached cautiously, of course. Fights often happened when a wolf came out of nowhere. It usually seemed like an attack. The moonlight was shining on them. Before he'd arrived, the two had played. Maybe they were family. They appeared to be sisters. As Aragorn spoke, he kept his voice down, as the younger was sleeping.

The older female seemed tense, like maybe she was afraid something might attack. So I kept my distance at first. No doubt, I would probably alarm her.When he looked them over, he noted a few things. The looked similiar, but one was black and the other was a tan color. He'd already determined that if they were related, they were not from the same litter, as one was quite young, smaller than the black wolf. He turned his attention back to the black one. He smiled.

[Venture]

And shut up I don't care what you say
Cause when we're both in the ring
You're gonna like it my way

Yellow eyes glowed in the moonlight, while Tigua stared up at the sky. She sighed. The moon was quiet, as always, but Tigua found the silence a bit eerie now. There was usually some sound of life, bugs chirping or other wolves howling. There was nothing tonight. Nothing but the sound of waves crashing onto the sandy beach, and that offered little satisfaction. She realized, with a quiet huff of laughter, that it was never quiet when you wanted it to be, only when you actually wanted noise. Inca's breathing slowling evened out, and it wasn't long before she was twitching in her sleep, probably chasing something. She finally went still, and the dream was over. Tigua watched her, looking for expressions that might give away a nightmare. The silvery tan female had already begun to dry, although there was plenty of sand stuck to her sides as she slept. Tigua lay down to clean a clump of the stuff off Inca's ear.

There was a sound then, the sound of paws coming through the sand. It wasn't easy to go unheard on a beach. The sand tended to be noisy. Inca sighed just then, peacefully, but Tigua froze. The end of her tail curled and her ears flicked backward. Eyes narrow, she turned to look at the newcomer. I said earlier that Tigua would rather meet a wolf than a horse or a human, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wanted to meet anybody. But she was more comfortable handling other wolves, instead of bigger animals. She caught sight of the moving shadow and stood slowly, lips drawing over her teeth. At which point the male spoke, giving a greeting. She didn't growl, unwilling to alarm her sister with such a sound. It would be stupid to do such a thing. Besides, he didn't seem threatening. In fact, he seemed to be keeping his distance, which was smart. She looked him over, determining whether or not he was trustworthy. He seemed to be, as he smiled at her. Slowly she let her lips fall over glimmering teeth, though she still stood defensively between him and Inca.

Without the reassuring warmth of her sister, Inca had begun to spiral into bad dreams. One of which was more like a memory. She saw Tigua's father, and shortly afterward she saw Tigua. He was coming after Inca, and Tigua jumped on him. It wasn't long before he had his daughter pinned, and Inca began to cry out, whimpering and yelping for them to stop. Some of these sounds carried into the real world; small, pitiful yelps, and even saying Tigua's name a few times. Her pretty eyes rolled up, her eyelids cracking open just a bit. Tigua, without looking back, sat down close to her younger half-sister and curled her thick tail over the sleeping female's neck. The touch caused Inca to jerk awake, her eyes coming open just a little, but she quickly fell asleep again, without realizing that there was someone else here. Tigua kept her suspicious eyes on the newcomer, watching him cautiously, just in case he were to make a threatening move.

"What do you want?" she asked gruffly, her voice low as well. She could tell he meant no harm at the moment, but she didn't know him and that was all the reason she needed to be suspicious. He was dark, a brown-ish color, but the tip of his tail was a different color, a blue-ish shade, and she expected he was a supernatural sort of wolf. She scoffed softly, but secretly wondered if she would be able to take him if there was a fight. She didn't think so, but she would try nonetheless. It wasn't like her to back down from a fight for any reason. Call her reckless, whatever, that's just Tigua.

She didn't look away from him, just watched him cautiously, waiting for his answer. He probably wouldn't have a reasonable one, but she didn't care. The tip of her tail twitched on the other side of Inca's neck, impatient and agitated.

[mystic;]

Aragorn::

The black wolf waited patiently for the other to speak. Tawny eyes fell on the smaller of the two, struggling -small pitiful yelps escaping her maw- with a bad dream. She called out for a "Tigua" a couple times and he could only assume she meant the older female, sitting dutifully by the youth's side. A gentle comfort silence the young female, and the dark one spoke. Her words were not welcoming, but he didn't let his temper flare, as his sister's might have. This thought brought slight panic back to him. Where was Galadriel? What if she wasn't with that fire wolf, and she was really in danger? But then, how would he find her if she was? The panic wavered some with anger taking it's place. This is why I don't let her out of my sights. he thought. He pushed aside his troubling thoughts and tried to focus on the wolf in front of him. "I'm really just looking for my sister. She's run off somewhere, but I can't find her. Have you seen a white winged wolf, by any chance?" Aragorn spoke cautiously, but kindly. Tigua's entired body language, her stiff posture and agitated expression, warned him he was pushing things, and obviously not welcome.

Thoughts of his sister came back, and his body shook ever so slighty, warning him he could change his form at any moment. He struggled to keep it under control, though to someone else he merely looked like he was thinking hard, concentrating on something. He glanced down to see his paws glowing dimly. Not good. Twisting his neck a little he finally pushed the urge to change. He couldn't burst into flames now; not with this hostile female already on edge. He was usually in very good control of his "fire wolf" side, but when his sister was, or could be, in danger, it was harder.