Theres a chill in the breeze,
A cold feeling that enters in thought
but even the dullest can think
That chill, ruffling the fur
Of Mingan... alpha of the Snow Caps

Under the star lit sky, the moon glowing on the white glittering pelt of Mingan. His fur thicker than before for the coming winter. His paws, ended with long blunt ivory black claws. Lifting his head to feel the chill in the breeze, his pace quickens to a run, his flying with the wind. He closes his blue streaked eyes, lifting his head to howl. Letting know of his pressence and breaking the eerie silence of the gloom forest leading to the much familiar Socialization lands. As his running comes to a halt, stopping on the earth; ramed from the many paws and hoofs from generations before. He was lonely, and wanted to talk. Being alone make him become semi-crazy. He often imagined things, things that weren't there. He finally decided to leave his snow dusted home in search of a female.. but there was no wolf in sight. Maybe he would have more luck, success of finding his true love. But he pondered why he was searching. Maybe spending tome in isolation made him think of the future. Other than fighting. It was true that Mingan was a fighter, it showed in his muscles. Sitting he gazed deeply into the full moon.. it filling him with a joy, that he wasn't alone. He stood once more, to howl. His howl of pure lonelyness. Above his triangle blue eyeshadow, you could see his heart breaking, falling into a life.. without any support. People thinking of him a heartless, depressing wolf. He laid down, in the center of ramed earth. Of fresh scents of both females and males alike. He layed there, his head rested opun his matted fluff tail, as a bitter warm tear ran down his blue streaked face.

He was losing himself.

Tinkerbell emerged from a dense forest, notcing she had arrived in the social grounds. Her eyes were red and irritated from cring earlier that day and from sleep deprivation. She was giving up on herself so slowly, she stoped caring for herself and feeding herself. Her ribs were beggining to show and her fur was not in prime condition at any rate. So her weak body wobbled on, she refussed to use her wings propt upon her back.
She stared at the ground, O how badly she wan't somebody to help her, somebody to tell everything was ok and understood her. She neede a friend. All of a sudden she tripped on herself and she collapsted into the dirt, whith a loud thud. She didn't bother to get up, she just layed there sniffling.

No normal ear can hear my plead,
for caring, sweet friendship
For kind a deed, for help
Because my voice is softer than a whisper.

A she-wolf emerges
Starved, weak and alone
Why does my heart a beat faster
When she nears
Is it forbinned love?
Or something a more?

Mingan raised his head at the sudden sound. It was a she-wolf, brown pelt, obvouisly a wind wolf. As Mingan had never fallen under love's spell, this was the first time. It had never occured that Mingan would fall in love with someone he shouldn't. He stood, stepping closer; he ws still depressed. Maybe it was he hadn't seen a wolf in a while, let alone a she-wolf. He lowered his head, padding slowly towards her. His blue streaked eyes thining. Her eyes were red, and her body thin.

Why you you Me'lady be so thin, whilst you look stunning without?

Her head laide on the ground and she continued to sniffle. She was about to break out crying again when she heard the paw steps of another. She raised her head weakly. She then dimly saw a snowwolf comeing torwards her, her eyes widened trying to get a better view. He then started talking to her, and it was not only a hello he was concerned and he . . complimented her? That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said for a long time. She smiled, how badly she wanted to tell something anything.
She was going to try her normal game of cerades, a spark of small hope was giving to her. . . but he hasn't realised that she can't speak yet, suddenly she was clouded with gloominess again. He stomach suddenly gave a loud grumble.

Mingan was curious why the wolf wasn't talking. Amusing she had a sore thoart, he suggested something. He sat next to her a stretch his paw out, with his claw he wrote,

If you have a sore thoart; why don't you write, like this

Maingan smiled a wolf smile. He had heard her grumble, seeing a rabbit hop nearby he was tempted to get it for her. But his senses told him and stay back and watch her write. The dappled moon shone on where he hd wrote, as he erases it out with the sole of his paw. Go on, have a try. he resurred. His paws firmly planted on the ground, white as the crisp snow of winter as he watched her, her brown pelt. Some of my ancestors were winds wolves, mybe that is how Snow-wings got their wings. Away from her paws, he looked at the moon, thinking of a soft prayer for good heath of the she-wolf.

She rubbed her face, drying it. Then she scratched on the sand with one of her claw.

Thank you for your consideration. You're the sweetist wolf I've met in a long time.
She ment this too, she then noticed that the wolf himself looked worn down and she saw tear marks around the fur on his eyes. She wondered why he was sad but she didn't bother to ask, it was none of her business. She then saw in the corner of her eye the hare, she licked her lips as her hunger started to get the best of her.

(The tear marks are like cheetahs; but only under the eyes, and they're triangles V V)

Mingan saw how well she did, Thank you, slinming away, he glared at the rabbit, foolishly eating a blade of grass. Paws, silent snapped it up; killing it insantily. He brought it over to Tink. Here M'elady. You need it more than I do he laid beside her, the moon dappled light shining on both. He was slowly regaining his mind. But deep down, he was falling for a wind wolf. My name is Mingan, alpha of The glittering Snow Caps. his voice, directing as he gazed deep in the moon's shimmer; magical like the core.

Tone had been prowling about the beaches, silently cursing them for their warm sereneness. He was much more used to the ice-filled lands of his claimed land, Amunga Plain. His thickly coated pelt was severely irritated, and his paws itched to find a cooler home to rest in-- maybe wade in the icy water.

Then, the Blizzard saw Mingan and Tink. He immediately recognized her as a wind wolf, causing his neck fur to prickle straight up. A hearty growl couldn't be stifled from his throat, and his tail was flat with hostility. Luckily, he was several times his length away from the pair, and was not heard.

Tone positioned himself so that he could see the two from the front and could read what they wrote in the sand. He caught Tink's message; then a smile crossed his snout as he watched, safely unable to be detected until he pleased. His claws neaded the ground with anticipation so he was moving.

Tink started to eat ravishly for her hunger blew up at the smell of food. She then halted herself as she started to feel nurished and regained her self controll and continued eating. After eating about half she felt much more alive than her former state. After swallowing nother bite she then wrote on the sand.
Pleased to meet you Mingan. I'm Tinkerbell or Tink, of no were. Thank you so much for the rabbit, I could've never caught it in the state i'm in
She admired her work, but she felt like she should tell him that she was perminantly mute, but why should she tell him now. She pushed the thought away and continued eating , but paused to look at Mingan.

Mingan, from looking up from her writing. His gaze meeting hers. As if Cupid's arrow landed straight in his heart. His gaze meeting hers. Deep in a trance, his mouth opening, I... love you he said, his mouth open and gazing deep into her eyes. I've never really believed in love at first sight, but when I saw you, I fell in love. he hung his head, shaking it. But no-one must know of us. he wispered. His eyes full of tears, both of joy; fear and sadness. Why did Cupid's arrow fall on me, whilst seeing a wind wolf, this should only been seen by the heavens, they know of true love.

Tone watched gleefully, and when "I love you" was spoken, he rolled on the ground in hysteria. He laughed uncontrollably, nearly crying because of what he knew. It was only after his laughing calmed down a bit that he finally realized what he'd done.

"Hi, you two," Tone barked, not bothering to try hiding the fact that he'd seen. "I was guessing that I'd see something less... ROMANTIC!" Then the Blizzard burst into uncontrollable laughing again.

Mingan turned, rising to his full height. He was large, young and extremely musclaur. He bared his fangs, white and long. His paws firmly on the ground. His bushy tail flickered and he growled like you would never believe. His ears were folded and he snapped. If you tell anyone of this, I will kill you growling he snapped at the elderdy wold again Do I make myself CLEAR??! His eyes thinned and he frownded I SAID DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR!! he snapped and growled. He hated the punishment that would come of his relatshion ship. He did not want anyone to find out.

Tink eyes also locked with Mingan's, her heart rate suddenly went sppeding off. Life definitly returned to her. When he said he loved her, her sadness vanished leaving no trace that it had ever been there. She could've sworn she heard herself say I love you back but that ws impossible. She only looked back at him so lovingly, ignoring that this was forbidden. Amiss all this she suddenly heard laughter in the distance, she turned to see another snow wolf.
His actions revoked old memories to reel, back when she was with her older family her whole pack teased her too. One day though while they were laughing she attched one of them only merely scrtching them though, but they didn't laugh at her any more afterwards. Instead they called her cursed and possesed. She glared at the wolf, her eyes filled with wrath. Her neck fur spiked and her wings perked up a bit.

"Maybe you do, maybe you don't," Tone said mockingly and stubbornly. Twitching his nose with indifference, he flexed his claws to show that they were still capable of a few nasty wounds. He couldn't demonstrate his much more advanced technique without actually doing it.

Predictions flooded the old wolf's head. Perhaps the two wolves would live together for the rest of their lives? Maybe Mingan would try to hide Tink from his other mares in his territory? Or would they meet secretly? Yes, there was no way anyone could stop Tone from finding out and humiliating the two as he did it.

Mingan stopped snarling and took a much different appoarch. He slowly padded towards him. He could easily beat this elderly wolf. He seemed to be stubborn and foolish. Mingan was a fool too - but a fool in love. He sat right in front of him, just looking and said, YOU WILL NOT TELL ANYONE OF THIS!! he leap, and bit down hardly, sinking his sharp fangs in Tone's skin. He backed off, growling once more. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? he snapped, lunging foward biting a claw length away from his muzzle. He meant to do this, it was showing he was serious. Nothing would stop him from biting, snarling and snapping at the nosey elderly male. He had to go, he rubbed his white furry head agianst Tink's and nodded. Hopefully they would meet here again. But he ran, his legs pumping. Until he was out of sight.

(Uh, TG, this isn't the first time I've seen you powerplaying.)

(I spent half an hour doing that! I'm not changing it, besides. Which part of it is powerplaying?)

(I might have gotten it mixed up with godmoding.)