"You're an odd one." The female voice said simply, drawing the attention of the wolf as he stood before a great and ancient Oak. His eyes scanned the gnarled wood, twisting branches, and ancient roots as he sought out the voice that he did not recognize, and yet found no source to the ethereal whisper he'd heard.
Perhaps this place was like many he often visited, a mere graveyard that played tricks upon unaware adventurers and those foolish enough to step onto its soil. But for someone such as himself, it mattered not, for he'd already died plenty and knew that nothing came after.
"How strange. You can hear me, but you can't see me." The voice spoke once more, the wolf narrowing his eyes as he twisted his ears, seeking out the source once more. There was clearly another here, and yet he couldn't smell, see, or even sense them.
"Boo." His claws slash at the air, slicing through it with a whistling sharpness as he leaps backwards, only to find that he'd missed, his strike soaring cleanly over the head of the rather petite feline woman that stood before him. It was no wonder he'd missed, as she was barely at height to his hip, a rather lurid thought crossing his mind as he looked down at her.
"Go away. I don't have time for children." He chuffed at her, growling out the words as he turned his back on her.
"Child-why you!" She sounded incredulous as she spoke, obviously offended at being called a child due to her height. "Listen here, you overgrown mutt, I'm older than you'd imagine!"
"And yet at the perfect height for me to wear you like a-" He cut himself off as he spotted the weapon she wielded, his insult cut short like many a life by the blade in her hand. "I think I'll be taking that blade."
"This?" The feline scoffed, holding the large, ornate scythe in her hand to the side as though it weighed nothing. "I would love to see you try." She smirked at him as she spoke, waving the blade enticingly in front of him.
He turned, barring his fangs as he contemplated all the ways he could murder this half-child woman to take the blade in her hand, only for her to step forwards and do the work for him.
"I'll kill you where you sta-" Her words cut off as the blade cuts cleanly, slicing straight downwards as it slips from her hand. The wolf couldn't help but chuckle in half-amusement at her killing herself through mishandling of her own blade, even as the tip of it spears into the ground just as the two halves of her hit the dirt.
"Free weapon for me, then." He remarked, stepping over the bloody bits, ignoring them as they seemed to decay rather quickly into dust. Perhaps it was merely an effect of the world, but it mattered little to him. He had a prize he didn't need to fight for, and that made it all the more enjoyable.
The wolf curled his fingers around the haft of the blade, and began to lift. And within that instant, he felt such a vast, endless, and imperial weight upon his form that he found himself knelt before the blade, and all his strength drained from him.
"What magic-?" He muttered to himself, breathing hard. He hardly needed to breath, being able to travel through space unassisted, and yet this found him panting with stress. He could lift entire continents, cleave entire worlds if he so chooses to, yet this simply blade was besting him. He is hardly a creature of normality, and he fought regularly to best his kin, battling entire wars all by himself, yet a single blade could not be lifted by a warlord with the strength to and tenacity needed to lead entire armies to their deaths in his name.
"You're not very clever, are you?" The feline spoke, the wolf letting go of the blade and standing, ready for a fight as he whirled around to look at her....her corpse had vanished.
"What-?" He asked, watching her carefully as she walked around him, and then effortlessly pulled the blade from the ground, setting the haft on her shoulder.
"I'm surprised that someone who deals in death so regularly, has never seen a reaper before. Then again, we can often only be seen by those who are on the verge of death anyways." She looked up at him, and for the first time in his immortal existence, he felt a chill run down his back. Her eyes were so very empty, and he had just now only noticed that her form seemed to float, never quite touching the ground.
"And I've died many times before. Why would you show yourself now, or at all?" He asked, thinking as quickly as he could of any possible way to handle this situation.
He had slain the Siren Queen Mordecai, single handed. He had conquered the Lights Hope Fleets without a care. He had slain many of his own kin, and sent them screaming back to the void they came from, same as he himself had been sent many times. And yet, never had any returned upon being felled by his claws.
Yet this small, harrowing feline wielded a blade unlike any he'd ever seen before, spoke to him as if she knew of his feats and how little they meant to her, and acted as though it didn't matter what he did in the following moments, he would not survive an encounter like this.
"Because I have a task to do. But you seem interesting enough. Tell me, what is your goal, what would you say is required of you, an immortal, before you could pass on peacefully, hm?" She began to circle him as she spoke, the wolf watching her every step. True to his observation, she didn't actually touch the ground, as if she walked on an invisible plane, or merely didn't bother to touch the soft dirt beneath them both.
"To kill the maker of my kind, and to be Number 1 of my people." He stated shortly, watching her for any false strike, any attempt to attack him.
"Ah. Creatures of the void, wanting to rule over it. A Voidian, if you will." She said, nodding her head shortly, letting on that she knew far more than he was comfortable with. "Well then. What if I were to assist you, hm? You seem to be taking your time, and there are a very good number of people who would like to see that you die your final death. And unlike the others, I rather prefer it when my prey comes peacefully. It makes it all the less of a hassle when they don't struggle and run, and cause even more of a mess."
"You....there's far more questions being raised than answered in that statement." He chuffed shortly, crossing his arms now. It was true enough that he had reached a stalemate in his progress, barely resting at 37th among his kin, and making no progress on hunting down the rest. This creature claimed to be a creature of death, and of the many religious societies that the wolf had toppled, many spoke of those protected by death itself. They often ended up as the rest who stood before him, but they did always prove to be a challenge.
"So. You assist me in the slaughter of my kin, and in return, I go with you...peacefully. Is that it?" He rumbles, standing up taller as he considers the proposition.
"Quite simply, yes. I'll aid you where I see fit, but in return, I would like a little help here and there. Nothing too major or important, just a few little tasks. Kill a certain person, collect a certain soul. Simple things, really." As she talked, he was catching on to why she approached him.
This odd feline was trying to shirk her duties, and instead of simply killing him and claiming his soul now, she intended to use his strength to her own benefit. It was hardly a foolish thing to do, considering his inability to properly kill her, but it was also a gamble. And he did love to gamble.
"Fine." He stated shortly, the feline flicking an ear at him as she paused in her step. "I'll help you, in return you make it so that I do not die until I've finished my task."
The feline smiled coyly, but nodded nonetheless. "To a fruitful partnership. My name is Sirius." She held up a hand for him to shake. "Arius." He reached down to shake hers as he stated his name, only to find his hand phases through her own.
"Well that's to be expected." He sounds unamused, as if expecting some kind of trickery from her at this point. "Whatever." He shrugged it off, looking for her, only to find that she had vanished, a sweep of dust blowing in the wind where she once stood.
"Such a strange creature. Hmph." And so, he departed from the world with no name, after an encounter with a woman he doubted he'd ever see again.