au revoir mon amour... [claim]

[Déchiré]

Tired of spending his days fruitlessly waiting in the Serale Forest. No wolves had come for weeks. So why bother to stay? He had left that place knowing that he would take a land, by force or just by claim, and he would become an Alpha. So here he was. He stood at the bottom of Mount Shodin, staring up at its great height. Not as prestigeous as Mount Tsodin. But it was humble, and yet, still conveyed power. This would be his home. This would be where he formed a pack.

The wolf turned and padded a little ways away from the mountain, nose lowered and sniffing the terrain. Finding a suitable spot, he relieved himself, marking his territory. Of course, he would eventually mark out the entire mountain. But first, he wanted to get a feel for the basic layout. Nothing too specific, just a once through. Flaring open his bird-like wings, the wolven creature lept into the air. Alone, his wings would be too small to support his weight. But, as if this wolf wasn't weird enough, what with having horns, wings, and strange markings on his fur, he had two sets of lungs in his body. You see, his wings were too small to provide enough force to lift him from the ground. The most he could do is glide. But his body has developed a way to make prolonged flight possible.

All living organisms create gases when their food is digested. Humans excrete them as flatulence (farting), or burping. But Déchiré's body produces Hydrogen and Methane from his food, which automatically start to gather in his second pair of lungs, also called his flight bladder. Once the flight bladder is full, the hydrogen, which is lighter than air, gives him enough lift to fly. Now, I bet you're wondering how the Methane plays a role, yes? Well, to put it rather bluntly, it allows him to breathe fire. Keep in mind that Methane just by itself cannot produce fire. Which is why the wolf seeks out deposits of platinum rock, which can cause fire if exposed to the correct gases. He chews the rock and gets it stuck in between his teeth, thus creating a catalyst that allows him to breathe flame at will. Now, back to the present. I'm sure I've confused you enough with the scientific lingo.

The wolf beat his wings as he effortlessly rose higher and higher into the atmosphere. Once high enough, he stopped climbing altitude. Tilting his body forward, he spread his wings and held them rigid. He found an air current and merely glided around the mountain, making note of place that could be possible dens. After a one-time around, he angled his wings and turned away from the mountain. Thus, he began his journey for a suitable mate. Not to love, but to rule beside him. To produce offspring with his blood.

[Da Beatles]

A lithe wolf placed her paw steps carefully.Each rock under her felt like it would almost roll right out.She raised her slim,black muse and tasted the air.
A flash of light caught her very unusual markings.Raven black fur billowed in the still chilling wind,running along her pretty face.A lightning bolt ran along on each side of her muse,as well as her side.Topaz eyes were wide alert,even as a pleasant,calming snow fell on the ground.
Her paw prints were left in the thin film of powder as she clambered up the mountain.She was SO sick of her pack.Shadow especially.
Angel felt her tongue loll out and catch a few flakes.She never wanted to see Shadow again.Or,at least until she calmed down.Besides,what could he do?
A deepening,pit-like feeling in her stomach suddenly deadened.Her paws became slightly heavier.
He couldn`t.
Could he?
Angel blew out the side of her mouth.Wasn't her worry.The alpha was nearby,she noted,smelling deeply again.Right now,that was her only concern.