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[Tonrar]

Cold eyes peered from their coal encasement. Nose wiggled in the soft breeze of the Island. Toes parting slightly in their somewhat webbed nature, molding around his clawed paws. Fuzzy ears were perked valiantly across his skull, expression along his face was that of lax - making him appear to be someone that was just so open to be around. Though that was hardly the case for the sick, deviant tyrant.
'Man, I need a good fuck.' Mishief gleamed in his icy eyes, salmon tongue licking across his upper jaw as the infected wolf continued along his way. Some blood was cleaned off his teeth, seeing how the brute nicked himself earlier; the disease not exactly helping in the healing process. The placement was good though, with the constant flow of saliva - ill, or not. Bushy tail swayed behind the somewhat emaciated bastard, nostri]ls flairing to catch something good to eat and ride the stresses away. A two for one package had come to mind aswell. Getting said joy ride, and then releiving the poor bitch of her duties with his iron claw. It was such a romantic setting; him walking along the beach like some knight in shinning black armor, and soon to be - hopefully - an naive little woman thinking she'd fallin in love. That is, untill his malicious intentions were revealed after a smooth game of Romeo and Juliet.

[Maple]

Cold. Unfortunately. Oh, how she hated the chilliness of this godforsaken rock! Mournfully, fern green eyes lifted to gaze at the island before her that was New Zealand. In the distance, she could see its mist-swathed tropical jungles, and her ear flicked in agitation. Despite her thick coat being a good insulator against the weather, she couldn't help but wish of warmer shores.

Chocolate-dipped paws rose and fell with a light ppff as the wolf continued her path to nowhere. This vast expanse of solid stony beach was quite depressing. All she could see was the grey sea, the grey rocks, a black wolf, the grey sand, and... wait, what?!

Black wolf?

Head lifted and she stood perfectly still, gaze focused upon the creature in the distance. Yes, he was definitely there. This was no mirage - but why was another wolf here, of all places? She rarely saw other canines here, not for long anyways. Maple, being Maple after all, decided to go investigate. Legs quickened their pace, vanishing into a chocolate blur as she raced towards the intruder, facial features fighting. On one hand, instinct was telling her to snarl and attack... but on the other hand, maybe she could weasel out a few favours from this intruder. Better 'friends' than enemies... temporarily, at least.

She slowed to a halt, padding forwards and letting tail sway from side to side as the rather scrawny wolf cocked her head, lips raised as a silky voice poured from her lips like her namesake, syrup.

"Good day, sir, my name's Maple. What brings you to this fair island?"

[Tonrar]

Keeping track along the sand, enjoying the feeling of the abandoned place, although one or two 'companions' may be nice. And as if the great Lord had grown tired of smiting the grand tyrant, a nasily voice pipped in his ears before his eyesight and nose ever registered the other wolf..

A female, no doubt. Lips peeled into a practiced smile, eyes softening as much as possible without making the male himself throw-up. Nose wiggled, cutely.
"Why, hello there sweetheart." Purred the male smoothly, stopping in his tracks like a good gentlemen. " A mission, of sorts.." Trailed the male, left ear flopping somewhat.

However then the male gave a bow, barely managing to not shudder in disguist and roll his eyes with a common snort. " You may call me... Tonrar." Words were like velvet by training, posture kept as those he was the real deal in the topknotch Romeo.

[Maple]

The female padded closer, her tail kept raised. There was something about the smell of this creature that made her feel uncertain. He smelled almost ill. She only hoped that he wasn't carrying diseases of any kind, ick! Still, the false smile was unfaltering as she sniffed him, backing off ever so slightly. Fetid. All wolves were, she found. Even herself.

"Sweetheart? You flatter me." The bitch's words were forceful and it was difficult to refrain from adding a condescending hiss to her words, although she managed it. "What sort of mission? Do elaborate."

She did have a right to be suspicious - after all, this was just some random wolf who'd strode onto the island, the island she viewed as her own. Perhaps she was a little bigheaded, but honestly, the nerve!

"I am Maple. The pleasure is all mine." She had the feeling that they were both putting on an act, and if she had eyebrows, they'd be raised to about her ear's height by now. For better or for worse, she did not have eyebrows, so she simply allowed the hairs along her nape to prickle a little more in uneasiness.