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Post by Shard on Jun 7, 2015 20:34:55 GMT
Darkness fell over the vale and the moon began its ascent into the ebon night. Across the glimmering, crystalline waters of the Gray Lake, a wolf stood upon an isle. He was massive in stature and in presence and his body language emanated confidence. As the howls of outlandish canines penetrated the air, he began to run. Massive paws thundered powerfully against the earth, his impressive muscles rippling beneath his pelt. The ground beneath his pads was a blur as he crossed it briskly in athletic, loping strides. Keen to investigate the origins of these disturbances. It was not the first time that Tor had noticed howls in the vicinity, but he had not been ready to confirm his suspicions then. Now, it was different. Now he was absolutely determined to discover if, as he suspected, these howls belonged to the wolves of the other packs in the legend.
Soon, he emerged from the leafy thicket and bounded onto the shoreline, leaving colossal paw-prints in his wake. As soon as he broke out of the tree-line, he saw them. A small group of wolves arranged on the opposite coast, the moonlight reflecting off of their fur and illuminating them like a beacon."Most definitely pack wolves." Tor murmured to himself, a slight grimace tugging at the corners of his mouth. Straining his ears to listen, he could catch none of their conversation, the wind wasn't blowing in the correct direction. Stifling a growl of frustration, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, a little apart. Then, gathering a large breath, he threw his head back into the air and released a low, thrumming howl, alerting all in the proximity to his presence. A neutral howl, not welcoming but not hostile either.
Then having given his signal, he padded right to the edge of the coast, until the cool waters lapped at his front paws. His ardent amber eyes pierced through the night, stoic. Tor wouldn't give himself away. Perhaps he would begin to enact his vengeance tonight, but there was no way he was going to give his victims any sign of hostility until it was too late for them to react. Besides, there was no reason for him to attack straight away, this required careful planning and it might be beneficial for him to learn about his prey before he slaughtered it. Tor didn't want a war if he could help it, a war would mean casualties on both sides, but it was a risk he was willing to take to restore his ancestors' honour. He must confirm first. If these wolves were indeed of one of the other three fabled packs, then it would mean that everything he had been told was true and that the fury that had laid dormant in the pit of his stomach was justified.
Completely assured, the Herculean wolf began to stride forwards, until the lake encased him. Crossing the lake was a feat that Tor undertook practically everyday and his muscles were well accustomed to it, allowing him to glide gracefully through the current. His enormous toes were spread, signifying his refined swimming technique and his thick, waterproof coat kept his skin completely dry beneath it. Swiftly he made directly for the cluster of wolves, almost as at home in water as he was on land. This would be the time for him to find out, for certain, if the legend was true.
Mentioned: The Shriners, Red (howl). Addressed: All in the vicinity (howl).
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Your grace is wasted in your face,
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Post by West on Jun 8, 2015 1:12:42 GMT
After a while of continuing the little treatment that West had applied to their alpha's itching pelt, he broke himself away, stifling a chuckle. "Hm? No, you're delicious!" The beta wolf teased a bit, then bowed his head. "Of course, we can't have our leader being tormented by bugs, now can we?" He added, copping a goofy grin. It was quite humorous to see such a mighty wolf be driven up the wall by a horde of tiny black bugs that had colonized his coat. But, setting all jokes aside, he was happy to have helped, even if it was in a silly fashion, at least Shade felt better now, right?
All the while, he'd been lending ear to the conversation between his pack-mates, unsure if whether or not he would be in the right to make his opinion heard. Truthfully, when it came to incidents on such a minor scale, the male would simply stay silent and let the others work it out amongst themselves. Even if it included him, he'd do as he was suggested, all in an effort to keep peace amongst the family of wolves. Shard's suggestion was definitely something to be taken into consideration, since, it was true that Shade's itching would definitely have proven to be a problem had the little pests decided that it was time to feast upon the vitality of his friend while in the midst of danger. Yet, at the same time, he understood that if they were to return to the grove while the unknown threats lurked about, Shard could've gotten into trouble that even a powerful warrior such as herself couldn't get out of. He was confused, and it was made clear by his odd expression.
"I think it'd be best for Shade and I to remain here while you hunt. If the itching continues, I can aid in his relief, while at the same time, we're close enough to be of assistance should you need it." He decided to speak up for this once, knowing that whatever else was out there could have very well been looking for a fight. West would gladly have stepped out of his comfort zone to ensure the safety of his pack, even if it meant upsetting Shade a bit. Both of them knew that there would be moments where they failed to see eye-to-eye, but, it was something that was to be worked out afterwards, taking into account the most beneficial scenario for the pack's sake.
Wolves Addressed: Shade and Shard. | Wolves Mentioned: Shard and Shade. | OOC Notes: Eeek! My apologies for the lack of activity and crappy posts, life is slamming down on me hard right now. Between job interviews, college applications, and all that fun stuff. x//x
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 23:57:29 GMT
Soft thuds echoed through the woodsy terrain as the lithe figure of Malakai trotted along behind the pack. Since his joining of Deepwood just a few months prior, the brute found that he had quite a lot of trouble joining in with the already perfected flow of the pack. He felt as though he was intruding on the practiced orbit, a stray asteroid breaking apart the gravitational pull. However, despite his self-doubt, the grey-dusted male did try to indulge in the pack's dynamics. This was his first time on a hunt, and even though before the adventure was embarked he promised himself that he would attempt some interaction among his pack he found that he was walking where the rest of the pack was running. And now, about a mile behind, the brute began to pick up his lacking pace.
The amber tones of the dirt and emerald of the trees were stark against his alabaster coat, and soon the scout arrived at his destination. His muddy hazel eyes surveyed the terrain with a bland focus, and he allowed for a smile to grow over his previously stoic features at the image of West itching Shade. His charcoal ears lifted at the Beta's drawl, and the scout furrowed the muscles resembling eyebrows above his eyes, pinching the grey fur in between. He knew he probably shouldn't tag along on the hunt, for his tendency to trip over himself - and others around him - often scared off any game to be caught. He opened his dark maw to voice his opinion, but was halted as he stumbled over a ridden tree root, and as if to prove his pending point, Malakai flailed as he tried to catch himself and ended up flat on the ground.
Coughing to attempt to rid himself of his growing embarrassment, Malakai lifted himself up off the ground, the beige dirt soiling the white opal of his pelt. With cheeks aflame, he opened his lips once again. "I think it would be in the pack's best interest if I didn't tag along," his smooth baritone echoed through the air as the brute continued, "I'd probably scare all the game away." He concluded, his ombre tail flat in his embarrassment. He managed a shaky smile, his ivory canines on full display, his ears flicking in an unsaid apology.
Wolves Addressed: West. | Wolves Mentioned: The Shriners | OCC Notes: I hope that was an okay first post! Sorry, I wasn't quite sure where to jump in.
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Jun 14, 2015 18:45:03 GMT
Post by Shard on Jun 14, 2015 18:45:03 GMT
 The black waters churned furiously, hurtling the ghostly mass of fur towards them at an alarming speed. Adrenaline surged through the young wolf's veins, allowing her to temporarily forget about the frigid waters that swirled around her densely furred paws. Time seemed to slow down for the she-wolf, her heart thumping more frantically as the distance between her and her target closed. Vaguely comforted by the fact that she had the other foreign wolf behind her for back-up, a characteristic steely calm and determination fell over Shard, the time for her to act approaching swiftly.Drawing in a great breath, she seized her only opportunity and lunged for the bulk of achromatic fur. Immediately, her footing faltered. Though she had the other wolf's scruff clamped firmly in her jaws, the power of the river and the momentum she gaining by latching onto the creature caused her to stumble forwards into the current. Liquid swirled in her mouth, around her ivories and fleshy tongue, threatening to cause her to drop her burden. Her mind flickered to the wolf on the shore, but Shard knew in her own stubbornness that she would never accept aid, certainly not from that wolf, not from a stranger. Grunting in frustration, she attempted to find some hold on the riverbed, but the loose stones gave way beneath her paws and she was unable to gain a grip. Refusing to panic, her athletic, muscular legs began to beat at the lethal water. However her powerful stroke was not enough with the added weight of her load, and she only managed to manoeuvre slightly closer to the shore. Relentless, she thrashed more mightily, but in vain. Now her jaws ached and every muscle burned in white hot pain, screaming at her to stop. Finally, knowing that she couldn't keep this up much longer and that she might soon be whisked away by the unforgiving torrent, her gaze turned reluctantly to her fellow she-wolf. Her sentiment was lucid in her verdant irises, help me.Addressed: None
OOC: In case it's unclear, Shard grips hold of Nocte but loses her footing and gets swept into the middle of the stream. She doesn't move downstream because she's fighting against the current, but she will soon if Red doesn't help because she's getting tired. Anyway, sorry for the crappy post, I am aware that it's a bit short. ^^
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Jun 14, 2015 22:12:57 GMT
Post by Shade on Jun 14, 2015 22:12:57 GMT
And with that, Shard had left them alone, just him and a West. He'd had a few things he wanted to speak to West about. Things concerning their friendship. He also wanted to ask him about potential mates; after all, West was a beta, and should have a mate. That time of year was approaching, and it never hurts to think ahead. Just as he was about to enter the black water, he heard rapid thuds, indicating an approaching animal. By the rhythm and velocity, he could tell that it wasn't anything exceptionally large. They were coming from the forest's direction. After examining, a white form was visible. Malikai. He wasn't slowing down, either. In fact, the way he was running, one could assume he was being pursued by something, though, knowing that it was Malikai, Shade wasn't concerned. He was always in a rush for something. Shade winced before even seeing what was happening. The grayish wolf was running too fast to stop, and tripped on his own paws. "Eeehh...." Shade slowly walked over to him as he was shaking off the dirt. "I mean, Shard left a few minutes ago. If you wanted to catch up, you could. You're a little dirty though. You could swim with Me and West. I'm currently being attacked by fleas, so I decided to stay back." Shade kissed Malikai's muzzle as a sign of welcoming. "Are you hurt? It didn't look to pleasing?"
Before he answered in reply, Shade was heading back to the lake. This time, he placed his paws on the water with no hesitation. It was cold, but Shade, being from Alaska, had no problem adapting. He was used to the cold beaches, and it reminded him of home--the good parts, anyway. C'moon West. I don't want to swim alone. It's no fun." He was now submerged to his back. He didn't like actually swimming because he refused to get his head wet, but soaking in the water was one of his favorite things ever. The cool water slowly seeped through his coat, eventually reaching his skin. He exhaled a sigh, then let serenity and happiness claim his complexion.
Wolves Addressed: Malikai, West
Wolves Mentioned: Shard, Makikai, and West
OOC Notes: Back from camp! I can be active again :3
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2015 5:50:35 GMT
The subsided and much rather slim female brought forth her wits into following the most pungent scnt that she had noticed lingering about for the longest time. Wolves? Was her most recent idea of an answer. But there couldn't possibly be.. or could there? Her deep amber optics retreated to a simple golden shine as she proceeded to intrude on the campsite. The natural aromas of wildlife always had a tendency to confuse her young and tenacious mind, but these scents did not stray her this time. She came forth onto an opening and quickly glanced about, trying to catch site of anything familiar. Their barks hardly audible, she immediately perfected her auds and attention to the table of alert as she sat back and watched them from afar. She was very shy and considered a quiet one at first.. and considering her long and hard travels, she was not in the slightest mood of a rude acquaintance. A slight breeze began to stir about and ruffled her already stained pelt as her pillars gave out to rest onto the soft turf on the opposite side of the what seemed to be a lake. A clear lake. What an odd occurence.. Her vision faded into what seemed like a daze. Days on end without water and food has left her muscular built very much into hibernation and absent with what was now replaced with fur and bones. Her lower abdomen had developed a stinging pain from the loss of food. She could have hunted easily, sure, but with all these wolves around she was trying to be more like a roaming ghost and not come across as a hostile rogue. Should she approach? No.. she would wait and decide on later terms.
Wolves Mentioned: All at Gray Lake Wolves Addressed: None
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Red
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Jun 18, 2015 16:35:39 GMT
Post by Red on Jun 18, 2015 16:35:39 GMT
 MENTIONED: Nocte and Shard | ADDRESSED: Shard
Red watched as this female, stood before her, reached out for the other wolf in the water. Her fire colored eyes widened, her body tensed, her mouth slightly opened as she gaped slightly at what was happening in front of her.
The female. She couldn't do it alone and that was obvious but Red Rot did not step forward to help until the female looked her way and had this expression... It was a gaze that called for help and Red Rot took action almost immediately.
She didn't look strong for the way she was built.
Long legs, rather feminine frame, but she was tall. Strength didn't look like it was her strong suit but she was not the Frostwind Alpha for nothing.
She was full of surprises.
The black she-wolf went for the slate grey female and her mouth opened, wide. Her long ivory canines soon came into contact with the back of the grey females neck and she bit down, rather hard. Red Rot had no time to be gentle and hope for the best. No. She bit down hard, breaking the females skin, and she held onto her, digging her paws into the rocks and soft ground beneath the waters surface.
"Don't let go." Red Rot growled through the mouthful of fur and flesh she had from the female in her mouth. She didn't want the grey female to let go of the other wolf. This would all be for nothing if they lost that wolf to the rapids and Red Rot was not good at handling failure.
Red Rot took steady steps back onto the shore. Along with each step back she dragged the grey female and the white wolf back with her. She was straining the muscles in her neck, straining her jaw, working each one of her legs even though they almost cried for her to stop this nonsense. Not only was she dragging someone of possibly equal body weight as herself but there was a third wolf, a soaking wet one at that, adding a lot more weight for Red Rot to try and carry.
When she felt all of her paws on dry land Red Rot almost immediately let go of the grey female and she sat down rather roughly, being that she was quite tired from that workout. The black wolf then began to flick her tongue out quite a bit, trying to get the females hair out of her mouth. "You know, I teach my wolves to risk their lives for each other. But for a mere stranger? Ridiculous." Red Rot growled as she practically spit the last of the she-wolfs fur out of her mouth and she glanced over at her, her eyes the color of a flickering flame, the tip of her top canines showing ever so slightly as she raised her lips a bit out of irritation.
As the alpha of Frostwind she always barked orders. She went by the same law her mother before her had gone by when she had been leading the pack in the past. They were all taught to risk it for each other. They were all like family in that pack, they stuck together, they let no outsider get in the way. But yet here was the Alpha Female herself, going against her own rules and so willingly helping out a pair of strangers. At first she had only been willing to help one wolf, the white one. But she ended up with two wolves, both complete strangers. Oh if only her pack could see her now, especially her cousin Fenex. He would never let her hear the end of it. Welcome to your life even while we sleep we will find you. |
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Jun 18, 2015 19:13:07 GMT
Post by Shard on Jun 18, 2015 19:13:07 GMT
Relief washed over the ashen she-wolf as she witnessed the onlooker surge forwards. Shard was not one to accept assistance from another wolf, even a friend. No, her stubbornness would be her downfall, of that she was certain. Nevertheless, the wolf was not prepared to let nature overwhelm her today and she was grateful to be saved. However, such sentiment was short-lived.
Searing pain flashed through her nape as the stranger's fangs pierced her delicate skin. Anger blazed in the depths of her stomach and she suppressed the yelp of pain that arose in her throat. She refused to show any more weakness to this wolf and she disdained the foreigner for handling with such a lack of care. Indeed, the stranger's comment infuriated her further. Does she think me so incompetent as to let go of this wolf, this ragged heap of fur, having I risked my own life for it?! Stifling a grumble of frustration, Shard grasped her burden firmly in her jaws, but also mindful of the fragility of her charge. Her razor-edged fangs did not so carelessly pierce the she-wolf's skin, as her own rescuer's had.
Shard was distinctly vexed, had she not lost her footing and been swept into a torrent, she would have been perfectly capable of rescuing the drowning she-wolf herself. Instead here she was being unceremoniously hauled onto the shore by some insolent, conniving... Brute! The instant her paws touched the riverbed, she pushed against the ground, gaining her footing. However, she was rather taken aback when she was abruptly dropped and it took the very remnants of her energy to keep herself from stumbling to the ground.
Throwing the she-wolf a scornful glare over her shoulder, she nimbly manoeuvred onto the shore and placed the alabaster-pelted wolf gingerly in the plush grass a bit further onto the shore. Shard nudged the drenched wolf tenderly, hoping that their efforts had not been in vain.
Finally, livid, eyes blazing with ardent fervour, she turned on the ebon she-wolf. The warrior would not tolerate such blatant hostility. But she saved you. Shard cursed the voice in the back of her head, it was right. She exhaled sharply. However the stranger's words brought fresh fury to the she-wolf. This time the misty-coated canine didn't allow anger to cloud her mind, she pushed it down and ignored it. As the wolf spoke a realisation came to her, 'my wolves'? Shard cast a scrutinising gaze over her, an alpha, huh? She didn't look like much. Although she had to admit that it must have taken great strength to heave two wolves from such a powerful current.
"You seemed eager enough, or were you going to let me drown? Maybe you should teach your wolves a little compassion." Shard snapped back, knowing full well that she should be showing far more respect towards an alpha, to the wolf that had just saved her life. But why did this stranger have to be so cocky about it? Her demeanour was perplexing to say the least. Taking a deep breath and swallowing her pride, Shard spoke again, her voice softer this time, "I'm sorry, I- thank you... Shard. My name is Shard."
She wasn't ungrateful, just irritated by the way in which she had been saved. But she supposed that she couldn't exactly be picky about it and she may as well tell the wolf that had saved her life what her name was. It was only now that she had relaxed that she was able to appreciate the beauty of their surroundings and the majesty of the river that had almost claimed two lives that evening. And then, with a minute sigh, her thoughts turned to Shade and the others. They would be expecting her to return with the food that they so desperately needed, but she knew that there wasn't enough energy left in her muscles to make a kill tonight. What an unfortunate night it had been for Shard.
Mentioned: Nocte, Red, Shade.
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Jun 18, 2015 19:39:13 GMT
Post by Red on Jun 18, 2015 19:39:13 GMT
MENTIONED: Nocte and Shard | ADDRESSED: Shard
The black she-wolf almost rolled her eyes but she refrained in order to not get into a fight with this female. Her pack had compassion. No doubt, she knew it, but she usually tried to make sure none of them wasted their time on outsiders... Too much.
Red Rot stood up and looked away from the grey female. Yes, she knew she didn't have to bite down so hard but she wasn't about to take any chances in losing her grip on the wolf when pulling her and the white one out of the water. She felt she should probably apologize but before she could she heard the female speak softer.
Her ears twitched when hearing her voice and Red Rot glanced at her. Shard. She'll remember that. She didn't care to be apologized to though. It was a nice gesture from Shard but Red Rot knew she had been maybe a tad too rough, or maybe a little more than just a tad. But at the time she had felt it was necessary in order to save them. She didn't think she'd regret such rough behavior after the incident but here she was, regretting.
"I should apologize as well for being so rough. It just seemed necessary at the time. Didn't want to lose you both to the water." The black wolf said, her voice rather monotone, lacking sheer emotion, but nonetheless it was an apology and something that was very rare to ever hear coming from this wolf.
"I'm Red Rot." She added a moment after her apology.
She was a cold individual, or so she came off that way, but she had a heart.
A very big heart. Red Rot knew she didn't want to let either of them drown, simple as that no matter how cocky she may have sounded previously or how cold she had come off about it all.
Red Rot then looked to the white wolf they had brought on shore. "Do you know this wolf?" She asked, her bright fiery gaze settling on Shard when asking the question.Welcome to your life even while we sleep we will find you. |
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Jun 18, 2015 21:01:25 GMT
Post by Shard on Jun 18, 2015 21:01:25 GMT
Her attention shifting back to the matter at hand, guilt formed in the pit of her stomach, alongside another feeling which she couldn't quite describe. How was she to react? She hated this. This feeling of owing something great to another wolf, and a stranger at that. Another sigh surged in her throat and she plonked herself down rather ineloquently, gazing at the she-wolf, unlike any Shard had ever laid eyes upon. The wolf seemed, to Shard, to imitate the dark sky above them. Her inky pelt was scattered with white and grey hairs like the stars were littered across the night. However, there was no gleaming moon on this wolf's coat, instead she possessed two smouldering orbs, like suns in her irises.
The other's apology took the canine by surprise. Perhaps she had misjudged her and she was more than willing to give this wolf a second chance, she was intriguing, captivating. Besides, if Shard had one redeeming quality then it was her capacity to forgive so readily. The lack of emotion that she displayed did not in the least bother Shard, she was often so stoical herself and she suspected that, beneath this wolf's monotonous bark, there was a deep sensitivity. Red Rot, she repeated in her mind. A peculiar name, it only added to the seemingly enigmatic nature of her companion.
Shard's lips parted to speak, but before she was able Red Rot questioned her. The she-wolf's stare veered towards the wolf that they had, together, towed from the churning stream. "No. Not at all. I think that she will recover, though... I hope." Shard added, as an afterthought, returning to her inspection of the other canine. This was an alien experience. Never before had she even seen a wolf that wasn't a member of her pack, let alone speak to one. In her mind she had imagined all foreign wolves to be these feral, barbaric, snarling creatures, but she was wrong. She had expected herself to be tenacious and savage, to think only about protecting her own, but now that prospect seemed ridiculous to her, how could she not care? These wolves were just the same as her, they weren't a threat.
At least, Red Rot had saved her and she hadn't taken advantage of her vulnerable state. If Shard were attacked now, she very much doubted that she would be able to put up much of a fight, and that was saying something, Shard always fought with passionate ferocity, no matter the situation.
"Should we leave her? She doesn't look like a loner, her pack will look after her." This meant that there were at least three packs living around the lake and she was unsure of whether or not this was a positive thing. Her thoughts turned again to her packmates, she doubted that they were missing her, she rolled her eyes and a small smirk spread across her features. They were probably enjoying themselves thinking that she would be bringing them dinner.
Mentioned: Red, Nocte, Shriners
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  As the moon rose into the sky, the silence was almost unbearable. The she-wolf's ears flicked back and forth as she listened to the sounds of the night. Faint birdsong could be heard coming from the surrounding forest trees. A Pine vole was burrowing into the ground several paces away. Her eyelids fluttered rappidly before fully awakening. Dirt flew from her pelt as she shook her body. Slowly she lifted her head; bright, emerald orbs gazed into the dark sky. The female released a whiff air as she closed her eyes and let out a spine-tingling howl, signaling her position to the pack.
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Jun 21, 2015 16:46:44 GMT
Post by Red on Jun 21, 2015 16:46:44 GMT
MENTIONED: Nocte and Shard | ADDRESSED: Shard
The black she-wolf eyed the white wolf they had dragged onto dry land. Who was she? Where did she come from?
Red Rot was aware of there being other packs in the area but never had she interacted with a single wolf from any of those packs during her time being Alpha. So far.
But here she was, with a grey wolf standing before her. Shard.
Maybe her zero interaction with anyone from these packs had come to an end with this wolf named Shard. But Red Rot would first need to find out if Shard was even part of a pack from around these parts.
An ear of hers twitched when hearing Shard's question. Yes, maybe they should leave her to be found by her pack. Red Rot was by no means in the mood to carry the wolf on her back or drag her to wherever she may belong, wherever that was. She helped save her and that was a good enough of a deed in Red Rot's mind and she wasn't about to stretch the good deed out any further than it had to be. So carrying her or staying by her side was a 'no go' for the black wolf. "Leave her. We've done all we can already for her." Red Rot said as she started to turn on her toes, her orange gaze settling on the grey female just in time to see her expression change.
Red Rot narrowed her bright eyes, examining that smirk on Shards face before turning her head away with the rest of her body. "Something funny?" The black wolf asked, her voice naturally low. Not much interest could be sensed in her voice but the fact that she even asked what the smirk was about was enough of a sign of interest from her.
She started to walk away from the white wolf and Shard. The black wolf simply didn't want to stick around the white wolf any longer just in case anyone came looking for her. All she needed was for that wolfs pack to assume the worst and attack her and Shard.
A fight was the least of the Frostwind Alphas interest. She had no intention of getting in some type of squabble due to a chance of miscommunication.
While walking away she just naturally assumed Shard may follow her but she then quickly shoved that assumption to the back of her mind and she paused in her steps. Red Rot looked over her shoulder and her gaze landed on the grey female. "You coming with? Or do you have a pack you must return to?" She asked Shard, her eyes the color of lava simply glued to the grey female.
Red Rot had only been out for a walk and that walk had been interrupted by the 'kindness' of her heart as she went ahead and gave into saving a stranger along with helping out another at the same time. She was going to go ahead and continue her stroll around Gray Lake now but she almost felt compelled to ask Shard if she'd join her. This was all out of kindness.
Normally Red Rot would have just left these wolves here and went on her merry way without giving two shits. But there was something about Shard that had Red Rot acting unlike her usual cold self.
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Jun 22, 2015 20:32:46 GMT
Post by Shard on Jun 22, 2015 20:32:46 GMT
 Tor's muscular stroke never faltered, his paws plunging through the water rhythmically. However, the pack wolves seemed not to notice his advance and he raised a cynical eyebrow as he noticed them surging forwards into the crystal waters of the lake. Tenacity flared up in his stomach, this territory belonged to the Gray. If they thought that he would simply accept them into his territory without a quarrel, then they were sorely mistaken. It was not that he wanted a fight, far from it. No. Tor was simply mindful of the history of the packs, of how the other wolves had turned on his kin in their time of need. If their morals could be so easily persuaded then he would have nothing to do with them. They could not be trusted. He would not enable them to harm his pack.
His amber eyes, blazing with a new determination, Tor's strides increased in power, propelling him through the liquid like a torpedo. However, he was halted when a chilling howl pierced the air. It was familiar, haunting, and sent shivers coursing along his spine. Echo. Rather abruptly, the Herculean wolf pivoted. His expression and sentiment altered, no longer bent on earning his vengeance, but now focused on ensuring the security of his pack-mate. It was not the conversation that he sought, rather the silent camaraderie. The alpha had never been one for small talk or even chatting in general. It wasn't that he was shy. In fact he possessed a very large amount of self-confidence. Instead it was that he often did not care to undergo the stresses of interacting with others. Tonight, rather unusually, he felt an inexplicable urge to be amongst friends, a sensation that he did not often experience.
His mighty legs drove him back to the shore with newfound purpose. The very moment solid earth made contact with the fleshy pads underneath his paws, he began to sprint. And, as he ran, impressive muscles rippled cleanly beneath his flank. Tracing the source of the howl, he traversed fallen logs and dense undergrowth with little hassle, his gigantic paws a blur as they carried him across the earth at a respectable pace. Eventually, a scent that he had often encountered swirled in the depths of his nasal cavity, provoking a spike of euphoria in his mind. Tor found a silent joy in being with his pack. At last, as her fragrance grew ever more potent, he broke out of the trees and laid his blazing, amber sights upon her.
"Echo." He murmured almost inaudibly, coming to a graceful (at least, for a wolf of his bulk) halt.
"Are you well? I heard your howl." Suddenly, he remembered the wolves on the opposite shore, unknown, alien wolves. Wolves whose ancestors had done his pack a great injustice. Uncertain as to whether or not to alert Echo to these intruders in their territory, he held his tongue. Whilst it was true that he wanted these invaders dealt with somehow, he did not want to put any of his own pack at risk, especially when the group had been quite numerous. Again he mind turned, hunting would be necessary soon, since their prey supply was dwindling. The night was clear and bright and the moon provided optimal light for a hunt, perhaps Echo would make this suggestion.
Mentioned: The Shriners, Echo
Addressed: Echo
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home Tor - ♕ - Alpha |
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Shard
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Jun 22, 2015 22:02:41 GMT
Post by Shard on Jun 22, 2015 22:02:41 GMT
Relief flooded over the ashy she-wolf as Red Rot made the decision to abandon the wolf that they had rescued. The realisation that her companion was an alpha didn't much affect Shard, but it did give her words a little more authority. Besides, Shard hadn't actually played much part in the rescue, but her heart had been firmly in the right place. It only stood to reason that the wolf's actual rescuer decide what they should do with her next. It wouldn't be wise to stick around until her pack showed up, anyway; there was no energy left in Shard's exhausted muscles for a fight.
The ebon wolf's question surprised her a little. She had been unaware that the change in her demeanour had been quite so blatant. Debating with herself, she was unable to come to a decision on if she should reveal herself as a pack wolf or not. Was it even allowed for her to be interacting with the alpha of a pack that her own alpha did not even know existed?
"No. I was just thinking about... Something." The words had scarcely left her mouth before the other wolf turned her back on Shard and began to move away. Uncertain as to whether she should follow, the she-wolf remained rooted where she stood. Admittedly, she felt a little lost at the prospect of being abandoned so abruptly, with no prior warning.
Then the other she-wolf threw her head over her ebon-furred shoulder and spoke. Red Rot's burning gaze bored into her and Shard felt both intrigued and disturbed. The inferno that was her iris was extremely captivating and, well, quite exquisite. Although their fiery quality seemed to Shard, in some aspects, to be unwelcoming and hostile. She supposed that it was because their molten quality conjured up two conflicting images in her head. One of the hearth-like fire that warmed and comforted and provided light in the dark for those who were unable to see, the dancing flames that were reflected in a young pup's eyes. The other of the smouldering flames that licked at charred branches and left entire forests as desolate wastelands of death. Fire that sung of both beauty and imminent danger.
Nonetheless, she was both consoled and startled by the question of her companion. Where would she take her, exactly? And thus a curiosity was moulded in her brain. She simply could not pass up the opportunity, for otherwise her unfulfilled intrigue would drive her to insanity. That and there was something about the company of this she-wolf that Shard rather enjoyed, despite the fact that this alpha had presented herself in what seemed to be a stoical, enigmatic manner. In the back of her mind she toyed with the idea that the alpha, Red Rot, might want to spend more time in her presence, just as Shard silently desired to spend more time in hers.
"They aren't expecting me back soon. I was sent on a hunting mission. Alone." She clarified. Shard did not speak this much usually, even to her own pack-mates. Not that it mattered, she very much doubted that she would ever see this wolf again after tonight. Therefore she supposed that her usual tenacity and stoicism wasn't all that necessary, this wolf had saved the lives of both her and another female tonight, why shouldn't Shard place some small amount of trust in her? It wasn't as if Shard were rolling over and exposing her soft, vulnerable belly. Just a small attitude change whilst she was here. For now.
"Lead on." I love those who can smile in trouble,who can gather strength from distress,and grow brave by reflection.'Tis the business of little minds to shrink,but they whose heart is firm,and whose conscience approves their conduct,will pursue their principles unto death.
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Jun 23, 2015 18:46:40 GMT
Post by West on Jun 23, 2015 18:46:40 GMT
West remained silent, and a twinge of worry became apparent within his amber gaze while watching Shard trot away. Wait.. He was alone with Shade, again. Every time the white and black creatures were left alone together, an odd sensation would return to haunt him, reminding him how much he truly loved the lovely black goofball. Not only that, but, mating season was approaching, and the alabaster critter still hasn't admitted to being gay, to anybody, not even his longtime friend. He honestly hated this time of year. It was always a bit lonely for him, but, that's something he'd gotten used to. What West genuinely disliked was that he was forced to come up with an arsenal of excuses as to why he wasn't mating, or already mated. Honestly, he wanted a companion just as badly as any other, but, he didn't want just anybody, he wanted Shade. Shoving aside his current thoughts, West returned to the real world, and began on his way to the massive body of liquid just a few steps south of their current position. While on his way there, rapid footfall came from off in the distance, and when he turned his head to learn of its origins, a large white figure could be seen approaching at a feverish pace. "He's going to trip, again." The white beta murmured to himself, wincing when the incoming hound was dropped by his own paws, his body being covered in an amber haze. A soft chuckle ghosted over his slightly parted lips, and he nudged muzzles with the other achromatic wolf, welcoming him. "Welcome, oh clumsy one. Are you alright?" He asked softly, hoping that Malikai would take his joke lightly.
He too turned away before receiving an answer, figuring that if Malikai wished to speak with either of them, he'd follow into the water. As West approached the meeting of land and water, a shiver ran up his spine. This always happened when he looked at the water, no matter the temperature, and it wasn't that he disliked it, but, it always looked cold, and he didn't deal too well with freezing temperatures. In utter ignorance of the aforementioned shuddering, he let his paws be submerged, the thin pointed flaps atop his head laying back, causing him to look a bit goofy. 'Coooooooold!' He thought to himself, then, deciding to get it over with all at once, leaped into the water. He was now soaked everywhere but his head, which, right now, he refused to let become wet. "I'm here, I'm here." The snowy hound spoke, unable to stifle a bit of a giggle. "What makes swimming with me any better, though? We both understand that I have a bit of a hard time in the water." At the admittance, West's cheeks became a bit red, and he hoped that the obscurity known as night would hide the discoloration.
Wolves Addressed: Malikai and Shade. | Wolves Mentioned: Malikai, Shade, and Shard. | OOC Notes: I'm terribly sorry for my inactivity and a crappy return-post, blame my boyfriend (for the first one, anyways XD)! >.< I should be back for now, though!
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