Amaltheia Metaxas.

Hello, my name is Amaltheia. I am the mother of wolves. I have a natural affinity with all creatures; but especially wolves. I have a wolf form myself. [Independent RP tumblr. Face Claim is Emilia Clarke. Will RP with any and all fandoms. This blog is multiverse and WILL be NSFW. Writer and character are of age.]

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Wow.  Dusty.

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Steve could see and hear the melancholy in her voice and in her presence as her small and lithe frame was now sunken in and quite sad as she turned her back to the soldier, her hand on the railing as her slender and delicate, pale fingers rubbed and made patterns onto the stone as she was feeling the rough and smooth patterns that the stone had to offer as he sighed, his blue gaze turning dull as he could tell that she was indeed a lonely creature.

He furrowed his brow as he brushed some of his flaxen hair out of face as he wind came in and brushed him slightly as he just stared at her. ” You said your kind, What are you exactly?” he inquired to her as she just stood there without a wors or noise. It was eerily silent as the only noise was the wind chiming and whistling in the air.

” I could see how being alone would take its toll on an individual I know if I am away from a person for too long i go a bit crazy…” he confessed.

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Amaltheia’s inner wolf gave no qualms, which she saw as a good sign.  Though to be honest, her wolf was very calm.  Rarely made any noise.  Still, she’s wondering just how he will react to the news she is about to share.  While she feels she can trust him, he seems kind and overall caring – this could be something that would undo him.  She has no idea if he’s run into someone like herself before or hasn’t.  There was only one way to really find out. 

Stepping away from the railing, she closed her eyes.  There was a soft glimmer that surrounded her.  It was the faintest aura ever seen.  And the shift from standing to what seemed to be on all fours was as flawless as it would come to be under her demeanor.  The aura completely encased her, flowing with this purity that wasn’t startling to the eyes – but tender in its glow.  Wisps of the aura glimmered just above her shifting form.

Finally, the transformation was complete.  Instead of telling him, she had decided to show him.  The wolf was large, larger than you would expect of such a demure and petite woman.  Mostly gray, with white undertones.  Ears perked, she sat back on her haunches and regarded him with the same gentility as she did when she was in her human form.  

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Emilia Clarke in Shackled (x)

“Held captive by a circus, Malu (Emilia Clarke) is frantically rescued from her shackles by her husband, Jesse (Hadley Fraser). As Malu anxiously waits in the darkness for her chance to escape, a disturbing memory she’s hidden away slowly seeps back in…”

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In the Cold Breeze That I Walk Alone

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The voice caught his attention, as much did her scent. She was much like him, if not for a few differences. Whereas she shifted into a Wolf, he was a Wolf who could take the form of a human to survive. Though a common thing they shared was a weakness to Silver, though the reasoning was different. Either way, it still weakened him, made him bleed out. Straightening slightly, he watched her for a moment.

He gave her a nod, purple gaze dull. “Yes, it’s silver,” He murmured — Shifting his weight so that his bad leg was off of the ground slightly.

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She knew she would have difficulties extracting the silver, due to being a wolf herself.  But she would not allow for another of her kind to die, presumably at her own hands.  It would not be something she would handle very well.  Knowing of the risks, that metallic tang of silver was in her nostrils now.  Amaltheia would not only be taking his life into her hands, but her own as well.  Though her frame is significantly more petite against his, she takes his arm and drapes it over her shoulder – allowing for him to lean on her to support the injured leg.

“Come with me,”  Her voice is barely above a whisper.  “the sooner it is extracted the better.”  He’ll know she means to take it out on her own, with her own two hands.  A dangerous thing to do indeed.  But nobody else seemed to be offering help.  This was a matter of life or death for him.  There was little else to decide on.  

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In the Cold Breeze That I Walk Alone

The wolf was used to spending moon after moon alone — Passing through cities by shifting to his human guise to avoid the prying eyes of humans. Humanity was something that he was used to, but something that he’d never be able to understand. They held such different views than Wolves did.

He tucked his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, hair tossing lightly because of the wind. The city was cold and crisp — Matching how most of the people acted in it. None took notice of the Wolf. None took notice of the tall male with a bit of a limp in his step. No one noticed the blood-soaked shirt hidden by his jacket. Pain wasn’t something new to him, but he knew that if he didn’t find help or at least shelter soon — He’d be in trouble.

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Amaltheia took a light whiff of the air surrounding her.  The copperish smell she got when she felt an open wound was staggering.  Someone was losing blood and a good amount of it.  There was another scent.  A familiar one.  Licking her lips, she recognized another kin without much difficulty.  Her blue eyes scanned the area around her.  Before settling on him.  The limp.  He was definitely the source.  Briefly, she hesitated due to the fact he might brush the help aside.  But, if she did not offer something soon, this could become dire for him. 

“You are injured,”  While she is stating the obvious, the kind voice is soft.  Void of any conflict he might see coming.  “what is keeping you from healing properly?  Is it silver?”  Wolves can naturally heal on their own, not usually needing aide.  Only when silver or wolfsbane come into contact with them does it make them more mortal, due to the fact that until the stipend is removed – they cannot heal.  

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Two Wolves Diverged in a Yellow Wood.

Amaltheia Metaxas considered herself to be a calm and void of conflict being.  By nature, her wolf was very much subdued.  Rarely came out for battle.  There was often little cause.  But every now and again – there were times where this changed.  The reasons usually having to do with something that would stipend the wolf in her.  Silver.  Wolfsbane.  A terribly light shiver danced across her flesh – littered with goose bumps.  The very idea was enough to turn her stomach, flopped it with massive ease.  

Her territory had been more than clearly marked.  She’d painstakingly taken measures to assure this.  Still.  There’s always room for something to happen – regardless of this.  While she understands this, she’s still somewhat taken aback by the knowledge that something or someone had crossed it.  Another wolf.  And by the scent of it, he’s been injured.  It’s rare.  Especially so for an Alpha.  Oh that’s ever so distinctly marked upon him for eternity.  You can always scent an Alpha, no matter what.  There is a power there, the leadership of the ones with that title is always easy to pick up when you’re kin.   

She is unsure of the extent of his injuries – which is why she is approaching.  The flaxen-haired wolf is careful, knowing that being in pain could make him even more agitated and against help.  With her kind, most males prefer treating their own wounds and decline the help of anyone they come across.  Even stubbornly, down to the very end when they can’t even help themselves.  It’s something she’s become accustomed to seeing.  But with every wolf there is a margin of difference between.  Her soft blue eyes roam over the body before her, while she almost appears out of nowhere – swiftly and silently.  

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She had a delicate but strong presence that he could sense above anything else. His blue gaze swept over her features once as he wanted to try to find some sort of identity. She was different, not like the others which walked here in this city as he noticed something that set aside from everything else. Her eyes. Sad and forlorn, urging for company as his jaw tightened some.

He cocked his head to the side as her flaxen almost silvery blond hair fell upon her shoulders and pale features. ” I am sorry to hear that you are so forlorn, and lonely, why have you been so alone for so long?” he inquired in almost an silent whisper. He may have been a large man but he was very light in spirit.

He hated seeing other people, beings in such sadness as he wanted to comfort her. Tell her that things shall be alright in the end.

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The hurt that is cascading through her body – she is almost ashamed of.  Theia has always prided herself in being somewhat detached from what is normally felt.  But there is something, something beyond the surface, which makes her ache when it comes to the nature of companionship.  Wolves of her kind tend to be very much loners, survivors.  They go ages, past time and thought – being alone and what’s more is that sometimes they go just as long before running into someone of their own kind.  Until recently, she’s never set her eyes on another wolf-kin for quite some time.  Her memory of one isn’t even there anymore. 

Turning her body away, one hand placed against a railing – eyes slowly lifting towards the moon and stars above.  It was a comforting sight; even if the moon was the bane of her life for one time of the month – other times it reminded her of what natural beauty had to offer.  A slim hand moves, stroking against the smooth banister beneath her finger-pads.  As if she’s almost mesmerized by the sensation.  The contrast of smooth to somewhat rough. 

“My kind often spends time alone, it is how we are, and it’s even rare we run into one of our own.”  The sorrow in her tone is light; her voice not hitting above a whisper.  “By nature, we are born to be this way.  Something that is ingraved into us from our youth.  When were are mere babes.  Of course, there are exceptions to all beings,”  Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder towards him.  “and we cannot but want for a little interaction now and then.”  Her eyes drift along the ground then, before she turns fully and faces him once more. 

“I wish to break free and make new acquaintances, which I hope to hold onto for a long while.”  The words drift off her tongue, the softest ever he’ll hear.  

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OoC;;

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Steve looked at her as her delicate face looked at him with a point of innocence. Her hair long and fragile billowing in the breeze as he smiled cautiously. “Oh please call me Steve..” he answered in a warm yet stoic voice. ” How are you on this fine day Miss Metaxes?” he bowed his head shortly. Her voice was smooth, graceful, melodic as he neared her.

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Those soft blue eyes watched carefully as he approached – noting the cautious tone in his voice.  Her keen wolf-set instincts could sense emotions and sensations that would otherwise go unnoticed by those that do not share the kinship.  She was the very essence of calm and grace; hands clasped in front of her, the very tendril tips of her hair still wafting back and forth in the lingering breeze.

“Then I must insist that you call me Amaltheia, or even Theia.”  In earnest, she does not wish to put the man off – he seems kind and wants no reason to harm her.  He reminds her of warriors she’s seen in ages past, born to be men of action – strong and decisive.  Protective to a fault.  She does admire such courage and bravery.  It is a trait she has long since come across.

“If you would allow for me to be forthright,”  She laces her fingers of both hands together in an almost nervous motion.  “it has been what seems like lifetimes since I have come across anyone.  I have been so lonesome.”  And who would not want her to be honest with how she was feeling?  For a long time now, she had been alone – and while she was accustomed to such a thing, there was a smaller part of her inner being that longed for companionship every now and then.  

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“It’s been a long while since I’ve seen another, myself.” Though, Kiba was used to wandering alone. It was something he wasn’t new to, even if there was a part of him that longed for companionship.

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“If you would allow for it,”  Tucking her lower lip under her teeth – looking up at him just beyond her lashes.  “I think companionship for both of us has been too long gone.”