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 Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:53 pm
RP: Phib/Flit/Kiah
In which there is a yurt....
Having recently become a bit possessive of the area surrounding the old shambled den and the place he occupied, the large black wolf slowly strolled along the edge of the now frozen lake, his pale green eyes made sharp in the winter cold. He was looking for something- but he did not know what.
There was a crunch, as water below the ice shifted, and the noise shuddered the earth surrounding in. It was such a growl that it caused the large wolf to stop, and peer steadily forward at the seemingly endless mirror of flat ice. Snow was sparsely stroked across it, and a few holes glittered the reflections of the water beneath. As if challenging him- the ice popped somewhere in the middle, and a slab of ice slowly rose from it's resting place, before slapping back down against the lake. Watery mist sprayed up as it did, and the ice made a low groan of adjusting itself once more.
Phib squinted, and pulled taunt the skin on his muzzle, revealing just the tips of pale white canines. The ice was hard enough to walk upon, but he doubted it was really so solid as it seemed. All that groaning could not mean for good footing. He shook his head with a snort, the mist rising from his nose as he moved to turn from the scene.
And then- something caught his eye. It was a dark shadow to the three o'clock direction. Phib turned, and swung his ears, his eyes catching the shape. Something large was sticking out from all the snow, and he'd not seen it there before. At once, the male felt struck with a bit of curiosity. It must have been made of wood, or he'd have noticed it before. But now, in this winter, it stuck out like a sore thumb against the white landscape. But it was still too far for him to tell exactly what it was- and he felt keen on finding out.
The long creature loped forward, stepping carefully onto the ice. No sound greeted him as his weight was moved upon the solid matter. 'Good, at least it is not cracking.' Phib thought to himself, and put the rest of him on the ice. He could have crossed the long way around the lake- but he was a bit anxious to see what this obstruction was in the distance. Even now- he could not rid himself of a strange manner of youthful curiosity, and the young arrogance which pushed him forward to meet it. Even now- when he was less young as he was old.
He slid on the ice for a second slipping, and clawing to get his hold. He was no foreigner to ice walking however, and within a few careful minutes of adjusting, he began to stride across the lake, intent on finding whatever it was in the distance which so called to him. Roughly- it must have been just a little bit more then one hundred meters away. It was slow going, as every now and then his leg would slip a little further then he wished, and he would need to stop to listen to the shifting ice. The last thing he wanted was an ice bath.
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Meanwhile, while Phib was crossing the lake, Flit was on the other side of the lake trying to figure out what the heck was staring up at him from beneath the ice. What he didn't know was that it was his own reflection. Baring his teeth at his own reflection, he began to growl at it, the hairs on the spine of his back raised up high. After hearing some cracking, he jumped away from the lake, his tail between his legs. Glancing around the lake, he saw no one there. Sighing, he shook his head and glanced down at the ice, completely forgetting about his reflection.
After staring at the ice for a few brief moments, he glanced at the forest that was beyond the lake and saw something moving. He bared his fangs again and saw that the shadow was moving onto the ice. A little scared, he was about to back away when he saw that it was another wolf. Prickinghis ears up slightly, he cautiosly put his weight on the ice, but felt it groan under his weight. Quickly, he jumped off of the frozen lake and began to pace back and forth, trying to identify the wolf. Whoever the wolf was, it didn't look very friendly at all.
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Darn all of this ice, freezing the rivers solid! Kiah thought to herself, obviously PMSing of course. She had always hated the winter with a passion, because it always made things frozen and cold. It didn't prove useful when one wanted a drink, and there wasn't enough snow on the ground quite yet for her to just eat the snow. Gr!
For many miles, it seemed, she traveled over the freezing landscape. She had left a frozen river to go out in search of a not-so-frozen river. All she found, however, was a frozen lake.
Great.
Hm, well, the least she could do was try to break the ice. Who knew, it might not have been frozen all the way. There could be rushing cold water underneath it. But would the water be freezing cold like the ice? Oh well, water was water.
So a minute later the magenta female was rising onto her hind legs then harshly coming down on the edge of the ice. She wasn't stupid so Kiah had made sure she had her hind feet on firm ground--the banks. She continued on in this manner until she heard a crack in the ice. Immediately her head snapped up and her ears were forward and alert.
It seemed that her jumping and cracking the ice a little was affecting the rest of the lake. Either that or someone was out there... no, there was no scent or anything, even if the wind was blowing the wrong way for her.
The beta just shrugged it off, then, and went back to her 'polar bear impression'-- rising on her hind paws then jumping down on the ice with her front ones.
It seemed to be working so far...
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The great black wolf continued his place, with a bit more instep now. His claws had sliced some pretty nice grooves in the ice couple of yards back, but for the most part it was stable going. He had to divert his trip once around an otter hole, although he did stop to look into it at as safe a distance as possible. The water was oddly black, for being so crystal clear when it froze as ice.
Phib stared at it for a long moment, the black waters playing against the ice ledge he stood upon, before finally craning his neck and turning from it. He'd never liked water much- nor ice for that matter. It would be preferable to be off this ice covered lake as soon as possible- the large ice was making his feet grow wet, and chilled his ankles. Otherwise however, his fur kept him quite warm. It had plumed out this winter greater then usual, making him appear to almost have a kind of mane of black fur about his graying face.
So trained on the grey object, now definable as some sort of man structure, that he had not noticed the presence of others alongside the lake. This area was not particularly apart of his patrol region, so he did not take too much offense at them being about- he was however, momentarily distracted by the need to claim his find, but he kept himself from his current expedition to stroll towards a most peculiar female banging her little body against the ice. He couldn't imagine exactly what this was about- unless perhaps she was thirsty. Maybe this was why the ice had been groaning before, as the cracks she made put pressure on the rest of the lake.
But before he could make it over to her, he also noted another pale wolf, dancing around and snarling at...the ice? Were these two together, waging war against the ice? What strange creatures. The male seemed familiar, but he was a bit too far to him to tell for sure. The wind made it hard to get correct scents.
So he focused on the female first, strolling up until he was about ten feet away, and about thirty from the man structure which so interested him. He raised his tail with a sway, and angled his ears forward as he watched the pink female land her self once more against the hard ice. "Has the ice offended you, my dear?" He drawled his brow quirking in a peculiar manner. Despite his comment, he seemed more amused then agitated.
He rolled an eye towards the nervous male not more then few feet away as well. "Quite an ice onslaught." He commented, and suddenly remembered this other male. But if he did- he didn't show it at first.
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Flit was about to turn away from the lake and go find some foor when he saw that the dark wolf crossing the frozen lake looked familiar. he tried to look at what the dark male was going to when he saw the man-made structure not more than a mile away from his current location. Pricking his ears up slightly, he decided to check out the man-made structure, too.
As he got closer to the tent, he saw another wolf that was near it-this time a female. He canted his head to one side when he saw that the dark male was someone he did recognize, but the name of the wolf he had long forgotten. wagging his tail slightly at the two wolves, he slowly raised his tail, but not too high. He didn't want to offend the two wolves. he hear Phib say something to the female, but he didn't catch what he heard. Frowning at himself, he stopped a few yards away from the two wolves and stared at them curiously.
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Kiah was about to slam down on the ice again, but there was something--or rather someone--that distracted her. Slowly she sank down to her paws again, fur bristling and her teeth bared. She was not in a good mood, that darn yellow and black she-wolf had ticked her off.
When he called her 'my dear', her only reaction was to growl fiercely. How dare he speak to her that way. He had no idea who he was talking to...
The words of Starla came back to her. Around here she was nothing but a lone wolf, no ranking whatsoever. Great. Now the wolfess would have to build up her reputation here as she had back home. Only this time there would be no help from Mum and Dad. Wonderful!
For a moment she just stood in a defensive pose, her mind racing with all sorts of different thoughts. Finally, she replied to him: "I'm thirsty." Her tone was as icey and cold as the frozen lake. Then she followed the dark male's gaze over towards Flit.
"Who're you?" she asked, her voice more of a growl than ever. Kiah was not a happy camper.
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The male came stumbling forward with a wag of the tail. Ah yes, this was the wolf he thought it was, Phib mused. But at least he wasn't greeted with the snapping of fangs this time. But, on the thought of snapping fangs- it appeared that this female likened to that style of greeting.
Being a wolf of little to no aggression towards females, he let her have her spout, and did nothing more then arch his tail in a dominant curl and his face oddly stotic. It wasnt the first time he had been so greated by a female- and his lack of interest in returning the favor had atleast earned him one scar on his face. He did not mind her agitation though, the ice was certainly most vexing. But he certainly wouldn't reply until she'd sputtered herself out of it. He felt a bit bad- thirst was nothing to find very amusing.
"I see." The black wolf rumbled. "Step onto the ice then- don't beat it. Animals have already done work for you, if you wish. I can't see the need to be wasting so much energy." He flecked his eyes back towards the ice lake. There were indeed some otter holes in the distance, but he wasn't quite sure if the ice around them was strong enough to hold... perhaps it wasn't the best thing to be recommending. "The ice is soft by the holes." He remarked. "But not so soft yet."
He took a sidestep across the ice, his claws scraping the flat surface as Flit approached in mid fluster. A rumble built somewhere in his throat, and he sat on the cool ice. At least it wasn't snowing, and he could keep himself in a pleased mood. "Hello, Flit." He spoke in a mixture of being both curt and pleasant, and rose himself back up. He took a few steps back where he came from, across the ice, and pale eyes peering across the horizon. He glanced at the pink female, checking to see if she was still intent on bashing the ice. From her attitude, he wouldn't be surprised if she was. "I am Phib."
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Flit nodded at Phib, his memory suddenly coming back to him. 'Ah, Phib! Now i remember,' he thought to himself. After hearing the female snarl at both Phib and him, he backed up a few feet, his tail between his legs. He looked at the female both curiously and shocked. This was his third experience with a female and it looked like this one was a mean female. He began to shake slightly, but not due to the cold. he was scared of females and this one made his fear worse. he scampered over to Phib, but didn't get to close to him. he didn't want the other male to feel as if he was going to hid behind him. "hello Phib," he said in a slightly shy voice. He glanced over at the female and decided to tell her his name, too. "I am Flit." He wagged his tail a few times at the female and hoped that she might warm up to the both of them.
he glanced down at the ice and saw that it wasn't completely frozen. Shaking his head he reached a paw out at the ice and saw that ir cracked when his paw hit the ice. He nearly jumped, but held it back when he saw the ice melt slightly, revealing water. Lowering his head, he began to lap up some water and sighed. At least now he had somewhere to get some water. 'Now if there was only game to catch,' he thought to himself.
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When Flit moved to stand over by Phib, the magenta female couldn't help but grin. What a worthless male, expecting someone else to protect him. Hah! She knew he wouldn't get to far when it came to ranks. In order to go up the hierarchy, one needed to be cold and fierce. It wouldn't do to be soft and mushy.
"Strange names," she commented, coming out of her thoughts. Dark orbs were cold and emotionless. It seemed that she had no heart, like the only feelings she actually felt were hate and anger. Perhaps that was so, but Kiah didn't much care. She was who she was and there was no way she was changing, not for anyone or anything.
Then she stood there silently, her teeth no longer bared but her body still tense and rigid. She didn't trust these males, not one bit, either of them. Suddenly her eyes darted toawrds the wimpy male. (At least Phib had enough guts to stand up to her, she mused.) What the..?!
How on earth had he gotten some water when just moments ago she had been ramming the ice as hard as she could? A sudden growl escaped her lips. How dare he take her prize!
The she-wolf took a step forward, her teeth bared again. She wanted water and she wouldn't hesitate to knock him out of the way to get to it.
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The wind played at his fur as he stood there, his eyes falling from the proud female to Flit, who scampered about the ice and moved towards him. He stopped short of running behind him- and Phib simply swiveled an ear rather then say anything about it. Phib was many things, but he was not one to scold caution. But still, he didn't feel there was much to fear from this wolf. In fact...he felt oddly sympathetic. She smelled of foreign woods, and he had entered Telk in much a similar way. Angry at most everyone, particularly himself. He'd gone from an alpha called King, to a shadow in these lands. But he found that there was much more to this place then an exile.
Flit seemed to be scrabbling about, and suddenly, the female wolf advanced on the ice, intent on causing some violence upon the submissive creature. Phib slipped his large form between them, stepping carefully across Flit, and turning to face the female with a stony, but mostly static expression. "Strange to find such wolves bickering over water." His thick voice remarked, and he rounded about the female so preferably- her attention was on him rather then maiming Flit.
"There are plenty holes, my dear." He placated, but his voice still stiff. He took a step forward, and stopped before he certainly entered her danger zone, and angled his head to the left. The hole he felt would be safest was not the one most adjacent to them, but he motioned to one more towards the left. It was large, and there was a rock poking out from it. The ice seemed to have fused with the rock, and he considered that to be a stronger hold on the outer rungs then the tinier holes. Another rise of mist ushered forth from his inky black nostrils, and he let it swirl about his muzzle before shaking it away.
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Flit was about to scamper away from the ice hole that he was near when he saw Phib come between him and the female. he canted his head to one side and looked at the female with a scared look on his face. This female was too scary for him. he was about to walk away when a little voice in the back of his mind told him to stay. sighing, he agreed with the tiny voice and decided to stay. glancing back at Phib, he smiled slightly at the other male, but it quickly vanished as he glanced back at the female. it was at that point that he realized that the female never gave her name to them.
Canting his head to one side, he raised his tail slightly, as if to show the female that he wasn't afraid of her anymore. Standing up straight and tall, he narrowed his eyes at the female and thumped his tail against his hindelgs. "why haven't you given your name to us? we willingly gave our name to you, why must you keep your name a secret?" He lowered his head and eyed the female slightly. He didn't like her coloration-then again, he didn't like his own. It was like he was a beacon for other wolves to get him. Shaking his fur to rid it of the frost that had collected on it, he pinned his ears back against his skull and waited for the female to reply to his question he asked her a few moments ago.
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Now, Kiah wasn't really one to let herself be blinded by rage. So instead of continuing her advance and possibly attacking the other, she just calmed a bit and backed off. Flit probably wasn't worth her time anyways. Hmph, and she could always find water elsewhere. It wasn't as if this was the only place to go for a drink.
"Whatever," she said coldly, shooting a glaring glance at the lighter male. She didn't fail to notice, however, his pose. He no longer seemed to be cowering or even afraid of her. Ah, well, it didn't much matter. It wasn't like she had much control over him at this point anyways. So what if he got some confidence?
Then, when he talked about her not giving her name, she quickly remarked: "You simply never asked." And that was the truth. She wasn't like some others, those who thought that giving away their name so freely would get them killed sooner or later.
Nope, the cold female believed that if they wanted to know their name, so what? It wasn't like the name was the heart of a wolf and if the name was broken then so was the wolf. It just wasn't logical.
Then, surprisingly, she sat down casually, her head held high. She still believed herself a beta, and so she would carry herself like one.
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Phib watched as the female attempted to give calming to her anger, and sat herself down and stuck her head high. A chuckle rumbled somewhere in his throat, but it was barely louder then a careful vibration. He did wish Flit hadn't asked for her name- it was something that she didn't believe she should give up, and he did not pester her for any name. But still she was thirsty, and the She seemed intent on sitting on the ice with a stiff expression of utter intolerance for Flit- and probably himself as well. "No need to ask for a woman's name." He rumbled with a smirk as soon as he swung his head.
The black wolf turned, his black padded feet scraping against the ice as he strolled towards the hole he believed to be better to hold. He figured it best for him to go and check it out, rather then let the angry female find out for herself whether it held- and honestly, who was he to be sending ladies off across the ice anyways? Hopefully Flit wouldn't be too badly mauled by the time he returned, for her voice sounded cool and littered with anger.
The ice groaned, but not under his weight. Invisible currents beneath the ice made the ice upset, or aching to freeze the rest of the river. Since it certainly wasn't getting any warmer, in his own opinion he believed that by the end of the week all would be frozen, save a few air pockets and droplets.
Still, he was a heavy wolf, and he was cautious about holes. On normal occasions, he avoided them completely in regards to drinking, and simply swallowed snow. It was far too dangerous with currents and so few holes in the ice. He approached the hole and arched his tail, as if he could domineer over even the elements themselves- and cautiously took a walk around the ice.
The ice creaked under his weight and sunk somewhat, but didn't look like it would break any time soon. He sunk his head down and lapped a few strokes at the icy black water, and perhaps the action would draw the female out of her angry stance towards Flit, and to purging herself of thirst. He swallowed the gulp and rose his head, a few droplets of water dripping from his mouth.
The man structure was now closer then ever, and he felt it pull him towards it. He'd wait until these two were off however. Men were taboo to most wolves, and he doubted they'd be pleased to watch him nose about it. It smelt of ice and snow, and something else- something that he was very intrigued by...
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Flit heard Phib's and the female's comment, but he chose to ignore them. Turning his back to the female, he began to lap up the water again. He noticed phib walking back onto the ice and winced slightly. He knew that the ice might not hold the male's weight for very long and he wished that phib would return to the solid ground. He spotted the man-made structure out of hte corner of his eye and he looked towards it curiously. Men were an interesting being to Flit and he wondered what it would be like if he joined up with a human pack. They were funny to look at and looked very soft. Some were kinder than most wolves that he saw, but he always kept his distance away from the human kin. They scared his slightly, but not as much as his own kin. He was more afraid of his own wolf kin than the human kin.
Canting his head to one side, he decided to explore the man-made tent a little bit. Lowering his head, he cautiosly walked out onto the ice and heard it groan under his weight. he jumped slightly and heard a louder groan. Scared, he told himself not to jump again or else he would fall under the ice. Creeping up closer and closer to the tent, he saw that it was made out of animal fur.
After getting extremely close to the tent, he sniffed it cautiously and caught the scent of humans on it. Tucking his tail between his hindlegs, he circled the tent slowly, as if trying to figure out how to get in. a few moments later, he saw a flap on the other side of the tent. Getting closer, he slid his head under the flap and looked inside of it, letting his curiousity get the best of him.
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Now where on earth where these males going? First Phib walked away and onto the ice--which she believed to be a totally stupid move--then Flit followed but instead of stopping at a hole he went on towards a tent. That tent.. she hadn't seen it before, had it always been there?
Growling slightly, Kiah scolded herself for being so careless. Humans were dangerous, she knew, and it wouldn't do to go around in human territory without even knowing it. Humans and wolves didn't mix too well.
Suddenly angry that these males in front of her might be related to the humans in some way, she rose to her paws then stalked over towards Phib. She seemed to 'like' him better than Flit, although she didn't much like either of the two.
"Did you know there were humans here?!" she demanded, her voice booming. Kiah wasn't about to attack him, but it was obvious she wasn't happy about the possibility of humans being in the area.
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Phib's ears quirked suddenly upwards, as Flit began to check out the small weather worn yurt. Feeling possessive over it, Phib left the small hole with a trot, sliding slightly as he crossed the area closest to the mound, looking over directly at the icy lake. He met the female halfway, but did not stop yet to speak to her. He heard her caution, but now was far to interested in his discovery.
It was tall, compared to a wolf. Animal skins had been stretched about it in a design he had seen once before- it marked this as a hunter's tent, but more particularly, a fisherman. Perhaps whomever had once owned it was an otter catcher. But now, it was most brutally apparent that whoever had once resided there- no longer did in spirit. The animal skin was frozen against the long bowing sticks which were used to stretch the skin. It was circular, and certainly not much like a tent as it was like a small dome roofed home. There was a hole directly in the center for where fire would have come from the top- but now in it's dilapidated shape it was littered with other ripped holes.
"No man lives here." Phib's voice spoke towards the female, as he slowly stepped off from the ice, and onto the powdery snow. The yurt's sides were being pressed by snow which built up over time, and even the entrance way was a bit lower then it should have been as the snow drowned the hut. The black wolf slid past Flit, who also seemed intent on entering it, his tail raised high and his eyes glittering with a kind of black interest.
The hut was empty- covered mostly with snow, and dirty ground. There were was a box in the far corner made of wood, but it was spilled and open, and nothing lay around it. A long pole shaft stuck up, most likely a fishing pole although Phib did not understand it's meaning. It was most barrenly empty and somewhat haunting- but he strode a bit further into the barren man den, and pawed carefully at the far left corner.
Ah, the smell came from here. His paw removed some careful layers of snow, and from the earth arose a bone- a skull, it's hollow eyes peering emptily to the back of his head, teeth mostly knocked out. A dead man, his left arm buried in the snow, but another careful prodding found it to be clutching a fake fang-tooth- a knife.
Precariously, Phib stared at it, and pressed the end of the man's skull with his paw. It dislocated off the neck, but he pushed it carefully back in place. He had no quarrels with a creature whom died clutching whatever pathetic tool he used to defend himself. Had something gone on here? Whether or not it had- it was left to whatever ghosts clung to the earth, and Phib as a wolf did not know. He turned, and strolled out of the tent- his curiosity abated, but he still was interested in the yurt.
He sat out in front of it. He liked it in it's shambles and haunting images, although he had no affection to man. He would remember it- it looked warm. Certainly better then the place he was keeping his mate currently. But these were things to ponder.
He addressed the female, who was still outside, although he kept an eye on Flit who was rummaging inside. He'd rather not have the bones of the dead creature disturbed. "Men come and go wherever they please- but this one won't go further. No, there are no humans here any longer." His voice reflected.
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Flit, too, saw the bones of the dead human. he canted his head to one side as he gazed at the skeleton curiously. What kind of tool was the human clutching and why? Did a wolf kill the man or did the cold get to the human? he glanced outside at phib and stared at him curiously for a few brief moments before walking into the tent. he looked at the bones again and saw some scratches on one of the leg bones. as he got closer he saw that they weren't teeth marks, but marks of claws-bear claws. wincing, he scurried out of the tent and looked around the area tensely. if a bear had indeed killed the man, then it would still be here. He backed up a few feet as he quickly glanced around for the bear.
He saw no bear, but he quickly caught the old scent of one nearby the tent. Pinning his ears back again, he whimpered to himself. 'if a bear could do that to a human, then it could do the same to a wolf,' he thought to himself. shaking, he decided to go back to the land where it might be safer.
after getting off of the ice, he looked down at the hole he had made earlier, but then shunned it away. glanced at both Phib and the other wolf, he nodded his head at them and glanced at the distant woods. The woods seemed to scare him slightly, but he knew in the back of his mind that the bear was fast asleep in hybernation. forcing himself to stop shaking, he sat down on his haunches and put his paw on the ice. he could feel it melt slightly as his body heat transfered over to the frozen water. picking up his paw, he looked at his pawpads to find them slightly damp. shaking his head, he pricked one ear up and glanced around the area, and then looked at the tent again, this time with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
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All anger vanished as the magenta female slowly walked forward. She suddenly had an interest in this tent, and there was no longer the thought of any human. She also became oddly tolerant of the males, walking right by them and sometimes accidentally brushing one of them as she sniffed the tent.
She was startled and stopped in her tracks, however, when Flit ran away from the tent. Curious as to what had made him act like that when he had been bravely standing up to her just minutes before, Kiah slipped into the tent with much ease.
Suddenly her dark optics were looking into the hollow bone where the human's own eyes would have been. She didn't fail to notice how he was clenching some sort of fang-looking thing in his weirdly shaped paws. Immediately she circled the dead corpse, sniffing here and there.
Another minute and she popped her small head out of the tent. Soon the rest of her body followed. "There was a fight," she stated calmly, talking to Phib now but still looking at the tent.
"I dug a little and found blood on the ground... it was dried and old, but still blood." Yes... this fight had taken place a long while ago, perhaps before the orange-leaf season. For once, her eyes showed sympathy. What a horrible way to die... in the middle of nowhere. And the fight didn't even seem fair either, what with all of the blood. It had smelt of one human, not two.
Looking over towards the darker wolf for a moment, her ear flicked this way then that. Another second and she was back to her old self. "Can you be positive the one who killed this two-legger isn't still hanging around?" Kiah's tone was back to its cold, harsh self.
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Although a bear had been around, scent told him, Phib personally did not believe it had been a bear that had killed a man. Man killed man, and the box was split but nothing in it. He knew some things about men, and he knew that they were too much like wolves for his own liking. Yet at the same time, they were also so much likened to a plague that he felt a mixture of distemper and solidity towards them.
Phib angled his head towards the yurt, hearing the female's questioning about the safety of the area around them. "It takes a long time to bleach bones white- this is an old tent. It may be many seasons since there was blood within that man, and the tent is weather worn and crushed. "There was something oddly tragic about being totally forgotten, and left to have wolves dig at the depths of the empty snow.
Died perhaps, a victim of something they would never completely know.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:59 pm
Some out of character sillyness :3~
Phib, Hige, and Tatiana.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 7:36 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 7:37 am
In which there is much silence...
RP: Shanti/Phib
Darkness had fallen at last, and with the moon enshadowed in pale colored clouds, no crisp light bleached upon the now grey-blue snow. It was one of those cold nights, where snow wasn't falling but it made everyone edgy at it's coming, and creatures were lost in a state of confusion as to leave their dens for some night wandering or curl up and batten down the hatches for a winter storm. Over a now most frozen lake which reflected less light then it swallowed up in the darkness the lingering thoughts of snow seemed most imminent, although it had still yet to give. A shadow flicked across the solid ice glass, and if it was possible for the slick coat of ice to get any darker, the shadow fluttered across it and drowned it in even more darkness.
The dark was not much concern to the large black wolf, whose pale green eyes stuck out of his face on a night like this like some kind of ghoul. He was colorblind anyways, and on nights like this, his typical shaded grey vision was all the more sharp- although he could have done with some more light to help his peripheral vision out some.
The wolf in him could not rest, and he trotted- or more likely, paced, across the frozen lake. He was not fond of water, and in fact, he shunned the thought of having to swim or make himself any more wet then need be. But still there was something calling him out there on that lake, and he spent his time trotting back and forth- occasionally slipping rather liberally against the ice, but mostly brooding.
Phib flicked the end of his tapered ears, and peered upwards. A bird flew from the nearby tree line, and it's wings beat against the cold air like someone was banging the tree with sticks. Reflectively, he puckered his whiskers and watched it as it skirted across the lake, and moved to a tree farther then his vision allowed him to see. His tail flicked in thought, and he idly brushed his paw against the ice.
At least she was sound asleep- or so she should have been anyways, so he didn't always have to wake her up with his constant brooding. Phib was a wolf who although was quite the serious and almost ominous fellow- for a wolf of that caliber, he spent a lot of time worrying about things that weren't important. He had always had an intellectual mind, despite his brutish behavior, and sometimes it was better to be stupid and a brute then to be intelligent and also, a brute.
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Silent feathers curved neatly against the air and drifted to a close as the orange and brown plumed bird landed like a ghost upon a dark tree at the very edge of the lake. It landed at the very edge of one of the farthest branches, it's head slowly turning inward. It spoke not a word, yet a message seemed to be moved from him to another shadow blending in with the dark.
Red orbs slid open, catching what little let was left in that night and reflecting it outwards in an uneasy fashion. If it had not been for that slight turn of head and small piece of color one might have thought nothing was in that tree at all. The bird took flight again, this time with a harsh cry, and flew back out over the frozen landscape and over the form far below on the ice.
She had no job, nor duty today. But the silent female, a master of the shadows and soundlessness of the night, did not make a move to show herself. However, she did not make an effort to truly hide either. She caught an unfamiliar scent upon the air, one mixed with restlessness and what seemed to be discontent. Her gaze slid over the ice like skates until it rested upon Phib not far away.
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A breeze bowed, and gently prodded his head as he mulled over something. It brought him out of his thoughts long enough to wonder if this breeze would finally bring snow to the valley, yet instead, it brought only cool wind and a warm scent upon the breeze. Another creature had entered his midst, and by the sweet smell he judged it to be female. But his concerns being wavered, he did not consider her yet to be directly upon him, nor in any such direct vicinity to usher a reaction by him.
Phib rose a paw forwards, and pressed it to the cool ice. It slid carefully as he allowed it, and for a moment he pushed himself forward to slide about three feet on the ice. It ended with him clawing himself into a stop, and he continued to pace a small fifteen foot radius around the cold black waters. Even the otter holes had frozen over in this weather, and the smell of the family of water dwellers was fainter today then it had been in the morning. Perhaps the strange creatures had moved onward.
The large creature pulled, his shoulders unwelcomingly flinching in a slight grumble to their lack of rest. His eyes shut and he ignored it, trotting a few feet over the flat ice, his blocked snout curved downwards and his tail flanked upwards as he paced.
He craned his neck for a second, his thick winter coat absorbing another blow of cold winter air. A few minutes had passed, and the scent had not moved. Was the creature sleeping? Being this in very close vicinity to the territory he had been most possessive of this past month, he became suspicious. Females typically were no worry to him, save a couple which whom one his thoughts returned frequently, but females did pose a particular problem to his mate. She was far too submissive for her own good.
The ebony wolf slid across the ice, making his way to the tree line. Although he certainly did not drop his dominant position, he made no appearances to be particularly displeased or aggressive as his pale eyes fluttered across the snow covered trees. Another blow of wind, and again the scent.
Passively deciding perhaps she would not make herself known with him being- well, himself, he decided to seat himself down on a small blanket of snow which covered the ice lake. It was bitterly cold, but from this angle he could hear the strange bubbling noises of the water below the ice, and for the moment this distracted his attention.
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Silence continued, and the bubbling noise of the black water began to drone on him. Yet, his mind still wasn't settled. He took a intake of breath and stared steadily forwards, his pale green eyes slightly narrowed in the darkness. He pulled his body upwards, his shoulder blades shifting and pulling against his neck as he turned from the scent, and off into the opposite side of the lake. His maw twitched, and for a moment a slight flash of white poked from beneath pink gums. It wasn't an aggressive gesture more then a perplexed (albeit, slightly unnerving) expression of thought as he peered across the darkened ice.
'Hrm...' His thoughts rumbled, and he rose back onto his feet. They were a bit unstable, for the ice seemed to constantly change it's hold, but it didn't take more then a few fleeting seconds for him to readjust his posture, and be on his way. Although Phib found himself a bit conflicted in the matter of interests towards the smell in the very near forest area, he decided to head towards it.
The moment his feet stepped off the ice, he was slightly surprised by the overwhelming stability of land. Perhaps he'd been out brooding for longer then he'd thought. With a flick, the black shadow moved within the girth of the tree line, blackening out the grey-blue shadows upon the powdered snow.
It was rather eerily quiet for another wolf to be in the woods, although his senses knew well that he was not alone. The end of his ear flicked precariously as his tail arched in his usual gesture, and slowly he trotted about the saplings. He did so in a slow manner, not particularly looking, but yet at the same time most obviously looking for something. Perhaps it would be a bit more accurate to say then, that he was more enthused with the process of looking for the creature then he was in actually finding it. And even in his quiet looking, he seemed more patrolling for a bit of anything out of sorts.
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Searching, was he? Shanti blinked her sharply colored eyes for a moment. She knew it might take a while for him to find her, if she remained as she was. Even if she was obvious toward anyone of her clan, at the moment other wolves would most likely not find her. Perhaps it was because she was high within a tree? For some reason, wolves this far south-west did not seem to climb them.
She decided to, at last, move from her strange perch and go to greet him. Well, greet him in her own manner. He might not think of it as such. She moved from the tree in utter silence and was lost among the shadows. She was only noticable to the other wolf's senses when she finally 'appeared' right beside him, gazing at him with eerie orbs that were ghostly, yet full of a strange untold knownledge.
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Phib shifted his ear as he quietly loomed about in the shadows. Although he had not thought enough to particularly look up, tree climbing was not something foreign to him- although he cared little for being arboreal. The wind shifted, and he listened quietly to the fluttering leaves, momentarily distracted for a moment when the shadowy female dropped from the trees, and slowly sidled up beside him. He did scent this, and turned his head with a steady swing to regard the creature who now stared back at him from a pair of eerie red eyes.
He wasn't often threatened by females, so he did not react much to the sight for a moment, keeping his stony expression and the straight arch of his ears. He slowly swung his tail in thought, before taking a step towards the already close She. "Good evening." He rumbled from somewhere in his barreled chest, and took a step around her, his tail following his movements in a 'c' as he quietly trotted the circle. Another moment past, and she did not seem to be making any movements to respond. He chuckled throatily, and gave a reflective "hmph" (being, the more polite version of his two "hmph" noises), and sat himself down with a slight quirk in his lip. He had a respect for silence, so the quiet nature of this creature was, at least for the moment, not particularly dismantling to him. He was however suspicious of her presence, and decided to see what she might do.
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Shanti, however, never spoke a word. She barely moved. At times it seemed as if she might be a statue, never breathing and having moving gems for eyes. But after a long, observational silence, she sat back in the snow, her body flowing into a relaxed position as if she had never been acting stoney at all.
As though her eyes had been traded for a different pair, her trained guard fell purposely and she gave a small, friendly wag of her tail. It was nothing more-not meek, not confident, just...calm and nice. A small smile also seemed to form on her maw, but still she said nothing.
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The wolf seemed to relax and rest with the gentle sway of a tail, and Phib set himself at ease. She didn't particularly need to say anything- he simply liked to see upon what ground company stood on. And of course, he was always a sucker for the ladies regardless, and he did not often hold the suspicious thoughts he did towards other males which he did towards females. As with anything in his dealings with women- whether he was being noble or chauvinist was always very hard to tell.
"Not much of a talker." He remarked with a slide of his voice, the end of his tail shifting from it's rigid stance to laying flat against the snow. "I suppose that doesn't matter. Most people spend too much time saying nothing anyways."
The bird rose from the tree, and flapped across the treeline. The same 'twap-twap-twap' echoed about the wood, and he turned his head in the direction of it with a lazy manner of thought.
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It was a good thing then, that Shanti felt no duty toward her former clan at the moment. For despite her looks and mannerisms, she was a danger far different then other threads known in the woods. But, such things did not matter at the current moment, and she surely thought nothing of it.
Her ears perked as he talked, showing he listened and understood him. Her ears even flickered back in a slight form of expression at his comment on her lack of speech. Modisty, perhaps? One couldn't say, for she had no words to go along with it. As he turned his head away, seeming relaxed, she watched him curiously. Such a strange male.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 7:38 am
Some more OOC sillyness. >D
Don't even try to understand.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 3:36 pm
In which there is many children...
RP: Phib/The Brothers/Atlas
It was a very peculiar thing for the large black wolf to be so adverse to the cold frozen lake, and yet, seemingly spending all of his time transversing across it. Morning time had risen after the moonless night, and the sky had not given way to snow. It was now a beautifully blue tinted kind of clearness which struck out from the sky's depths. Only a single cloud hung in the frigid morning air, but even that was obstructed by the tops of snow covered trees.
The wolf moved in careful trots, the muscles upon his shoulders flinching as he kept himself from slipping. It looked rather effortless as he crossed the lake- but really, it was taking a lot more concentration then usual to keep his large paws from sliding. The lack of snow did wonderfully for the temperament of the forest creatures, but even the slightest rise in temperature was already threatening to bring about the breakup process of the lake once more. It was still solid however, and it was more likely that as the day progressed the water would once again freeze, and defreeze earlier on the following morning depending upon that night's amount of snowfall.
At least it was quiet, Phib thought carefully as he scanned his pale green eyes about the horizon line. He'd stroked up a particular interest in the other side of the lake ever since it had frozen over, and currently was contemplating if perhaps he should move his current proximity from one side to the adjacent side. That was of course, if he could find a more preferable place for his mate to sleep.
For a moment, he craned his neck, glancing slowly about the terrain. A lot of wolves had seemed to be about these recent days, and it had him on a reserved state of guard. His tail curled upwards, and with a hop, cleared the ice and began to slowly cross the other side's bank, and up towards the tree line. It was indeed a bit shadier here- although as to whether or not it met his preferences was to be decided.
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Four tiny little forms are curled up underneath one of the larger trees right on the edge of the tree line, looking for all the world like overgrown, oddly-colored rabbits. Three out of the four have pelts which sharply constrast the starck whites and pale blues of the snow: one blends in quite nicely with it, a pearly sheen that ends up giving way, however, to black. A small wind ripples the fur of the creatures, and one head, a reddish-orange one with dark points that give him a foxy air, lifts upwards, yawning. It's breath comes out as a tiny gust, and the creature watches it, as if mildly curious.
White-tipped ears twitch in interest of the day and the creature's whereabouts, and it struggles out of the comfy hollow that it made between the others. Bereft of the warm of their sibling, two of the remaining trio groggily lift their heads, snapping briefly at each other in general ill-tempered puppy greeting, before one flops over onto it's side, and the other shifts sleepily onto his haunches.
"Hey, it's a wolf."
This remark, coming from the first of the group, makes the other two swing around in surprise. "Black one," The foxy one adds, perhaps unnecessarily, as the newcomer is out in full view of everyone.
The white one, who had flopped over on his side, casts a dubious eye towards the new adult. "Er - should we call dad?" The remaining awake puppy, a black one with an unnerving stare, snorts quietly. "Yeah, if you want to be like Leo and go yapping to Da everytime we need something. Let's see what he's about, maybe he's an alpha. He's big enough." And the dark puppy throws his head back into a yip of greeting.
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After couple of silent pad footing, and Phib became meticulously aware of the sound of very small voices coming from the trees. This was at first, of some minor concern to the great black. He turned his grey fringed head in the direction of the sounds, his pale eyes carefully fluttering over the winter-grayed trees. Although typically he was a wolf of most serious expressions, the light voices did not bring him into any state of alarm, and his face softened somewhat. Well, as much as his face could- being it still looked rather stern.
Although the many voices seemed to be flicking about the wooded area, he did not find their location until one of them began to yip a greeting. He spotted them nestled about the hollow of a tree and wondered for a second whether or not he crossed within the locations of a den site. It certainly didn't seem like it, he thought with a stern furrow of his brow. He did not approach then, for he had no wish to become a strange amongst their parents midst, as he had once been a father himself, but tilted his head up and made a low howl of greeting.
He sat himself down, his body curling in the motion. Too much sleeplessness, his shoulder muscles complained. The black wolf craned his neck forward, his thick winter plume making him appear all the more bulky in the pale white snow. "Hello there." He rumbled, in an affectionate manner- something that was uncommon to his voice.
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The puppies are old enough now to be out of a den, thankfully: but they're still quite small. But their scents are intermingled with several others, including two adults, although one is a bit stale. All have odd star patterns on their coats: siblings, probably, or related wolves of some sort.
The black puppy, Corvus, is cooly surveying Phib as he approaches. He kicks a hind-foot out, catching the still-sleeping puppy, a golden-tan male, in the belly. This puppy is definately the largest of the bunch: he grunts, opening his eyes. "That wasn't very - hey." Leo's caught sight of the scarred black newcomer, and scrambles to his feet, throwing Corvus a bit of a dirty look. "Ah, hello, sir," he adds hastily, shaking off snow from his pelt and looking anxious. For their part, Cygnus and Vulpecula just stare as Phib seats himself. Corvus watches the proceedings with a rather amused smirk lingering on the edge of his muzzle, as if extremely satisfied with something.
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A low chuckled rumbled from somewhere in the creature's barreled chest. It was strange, he did believe, to find children hanging around in the middle of winter. But there did seem to be another's scent upon them, and it was not believed to the other wolf that they had been abandoned.
Phib twitched his muzzle, the corners of his pink scars slightly bunching in the movement. His gaze fell upon the black one, and on to the others. They were interestingly marked- he'd never seen such star-struck coats before. And one or two of them seemed to be familiarly patterned.
Phib was many things, most of them a bit bitter and stern, but he did enjoy pups. Although looking upon them now, he felt a strange sort of sadness. Normally the idea of being separated from his own children did not bother him. He'd not had a hand in any of their raising but... he had still loved them. And now he'd buried three of them- but that was no matter now.
"Hello there." He spoke again, the end of his tail gently swaying. "Quite the lot of you." He reflected in surprise, as some of the remaining children woke themselves up. "And what might you boys be doing around these places?" He questioned, the corner of his ear swinging forward in a stern look.
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"Er, there's seven of us altogether. Our other brothers are with our mother," Leo explains. "Our parents are looking for a pack to join, so we're traveling. We're sorry if we're intruding on your lands, er, sir. There weren't any dens about so Da decided to stop here for the night." Cygnus nods vigerously at these words, while Vulpecula still stares and Corvus, looking suddenly bored, drops back down to the ground. "I'm Leo, and these are my brothers Cygnus, Vulpecula, and Corvus." He offers a hesitant little wag in return, somewhat reassured that Phib isn't going to attack.
Another wolf suddenly walks out from beneath the trees, dragging behind him a yearling deer. He's an adult, mostly brown, with darker markings spread over his flanks and hindquarters, and partially over his shoulders. A soft dark brown muzzle lifts upward, sniffing the air, and he freezes as his gaze finds the dark wolf. Casually, he drops the carcass, and moves over towards the group, his wary gaze not leaving Phib. But he seems to relax upon joining the pups. Clearly, civil words are being exchanged here. He offers a brisk nod to the adult. "Hello. I'm Atlas."
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Phib adjusted his head, the ends of his tapered ears curling forwards. There was certainly something interesting going on about this group, although what it exactly was he wasn't sure. Seven boys? Now that was a large litter. Some mother, that was for sure. Phib nodded his head appreciatively, before shaking it. "No, this area is not my land." He had however, been claiming the area just south of the bank. "I live on the other side of the lake."
A whole family looking for a place to stay? He appeared intrigued, and shifted his head to get a better look at the trotting few. There was something rather forlorn about such a displaced family... But the arrival of the other male brought a sharpened gesture to his eyes. He peered over at the creature, keeping his stern gesture- but did not make any movement to appear uninterested or even displeased. He was the one in front of the other males pups after all, and he certainly wasn't about to be curt in front of their father. Although he kept his stance stony.
The male lowered his head, his ears flanking upwards. "Hello there." He spoke to the older creature. "I am Phib." He said with a slight rumble, for a moment dropping the stony expression to look rather pleasant.
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"Ooh," Leo says, nodding sagely. Cygnus, spotting his father, lets off a happy yip and rolls over to him.
Corvus appears less than satisfied at the news. "What were you doing on this side, then?" The dark puppy asks with one brow raised.
"That's enough, Corvus," says the large male in a stern tone, frowning down at his son. He managed to catch the last part of Phib's comments, and glances back at him. "Pleased to meet you, Phib." His tone is distant and gruff, but not impolite. "I don't mean to pry, but...do you know the resident packs, and pack alphas, around these parts? We're rather new, as you can probably see."
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Phib gave a glance to Corvus, and simply quirked a small smirk. "Because occasionally, I like to expand my range." For he was of a certain variety of wolf whom inheritably claimed anything he stepped forth upon has his until he left- or said otherwise.
As the black pup was shushed, and the adult wolf stepped forward, Phib returned his attention towards the male. It was hard to tell the age of him by sight and smell- although with such a large litter Phib doubted him to be any older then he was. At six, Phib was already flinching at the thought of chasing after such boundless bobbles of energy.
"Packs?" The old king spoke, his voice rough, but slightly quizzical. "Many packs- these woods are bathed in wolven kind. But as for exact names... He could not remember all too many. He was a dominant wolf himself, and such wolves like him typically kept themselves separated simply out of courtesy towards one another's egos. Although he himself had long been leader, in this land of exile to him he'd not yet established a holding. But too prideful of himself, he certainly was not about to dismiss himself either. "I live just on the other side of the lake." He repeated, and thought to himself. "Up further north, there is a river where another male owns a pack." He remembered that black creature- Yero had been his name. "To the ocean, another wolf has some land. But I do not know his name." He knew Hige only through the sounds of howls that lofted in sometimes in the middle of the night. "But many more." He dismissed with a half hearted chuckle. "If you are intent on finding someplace to say, I would not suggest trying another wood." The large wolf said with a nod. Whether or not this abundance of wolves such as himself pleased him or not- it was hard to say. Of the two alphas he spoke however, he had no ill feelings towards.
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Corvus glowers at the much larger male, but doesn't comment.
Atlas looks pleased, and spares a brief glance towards the pups, particularly Cygnus, who has planted himself between his father's forepaws. Another few weeks' traveling in snow did not particularly appeal to him, and the puppies didn't deserve to be shunted around from here to there.
"My mate and I are looking for a small pack to enter as betas," the wolf states bluntly, quite unashamed of asking for such a high ranking. He couldn't handle an alpha position, but neither could he be subject to a simple gamma position in a pack. "Along with a pack that's willing to put up with a small army of mouths...but they'll learn to hunt eventually," he adds, cuffing Cygnus fondly with a paw. "If there are numerous packs around, that's all to the good." His gaze sketches over Phib's form, mildly curious. He's a large animal, larger than Atlas, and from his stance, an alpha in his own right. And from what he spoke of the fellow wolfpacks nearby, there doesn't appear to be, on the surface anyway, any great tension. Atlas doesn't want to find himself and his family in the middle of a war.
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The black wolf listened, pondering it over. He certainly could spare the rankings, having it just himself and his poor mate- but it was also in him to never do such things in a spontaneous matter. He liked to think things through, and this was quite a matter.
"Hm..." Phib thought considerately, slowly shifting his tail. "That is quite a concern to such a large group. You'll find most of the packs around very welcoming to adding members, but cautious on adding such high ones." Even he was cautious. Betas were vital to the pack, and it was not something to be taken lightly. "If they are not already filled. That may mean some hard going." His voice rumbled with the shake of his head. "But I do not believe most packs would turn down offering shelter to such a group." Phib nodded his head. That seemed more logical then any. "It may be best then to look for a larger group to spend the winter with- and then move on. Spring will bring about more packs." His left ear flanked. "This land here is small, but I patrol it and you are welcomed to stay where you please. But with so many mouths to feed, it may be a better decision to do as I have suggested."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 5:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 8:09 am
RP: Phib/China Blue/Leidolf/Flit/Oki
In which Phib has a short and depressing childhood... XD
Snow drifted down silently, slowly, and ever so lightly amid the trees, blanketing the land in white further. The only thing to interupt the serene look was a wolf moving across it. Ears twitched a bit as he stopped and looked around, the mist of his breath rising into the air. He sniffed a bit, then turned and hurried on, having sighted a mountain some distance away in when the skies had been clear. Blissful deep chill awaited him, a home of ever frozen ground. He stopped again, mind reeling. He shouldn't go somewhere alone... His mind traveled back further north and what he'd been told about how many pairs of ears were safe when traveling. Leidolf looked around, frowning a bit to himself, then let out a howl, calling to the land around him for anyone who wanted to travel with him, or even just be around. Safety in numbers in a land of snow was a good idea.
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"It's cold," China Blue grumbled.
"Thanks for alerting me, I wasn't aware personally," Oki responded.
The unpleasent weather had left both the normally mild black and blue wolf, and the lynx a bit irratated. Of course, it was a mixture of things, but this just 'broke the camels back', you could say.
China Blue shook her fur off as the howl reach both their ears. "Mm. Seems we have company out here."
"Seems we do," the lynx said, stretching her front legs out. "Going to find them then?"
Wordlessly, China Blue nodded her head and the two began toward the noise. It seemed like such a rarity for one to call for a strangers company here. It didn't seem safe, really.
"Are you the one who called?" the female questioned once they'd reached the stranger.
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He was feeling good. Remarkably good actually. It was snowing, bitterly cold, his left paw had a slight cut in it from running down his last kill, but he was feeling damn good. It was perhaps the first time in a year he had felt like the man he had been two years ago. Before all the mess, and back when he was king. It wasn't so much to say that he was feeling arrogant this snowy morning- but he was feeling sharp, and much more alert then usual. Not quite stronger, because it was in the middle of winter, but he felt strong non the less. It was a good feeling, and he liked it.
But karma was never happy-friendly with Phib, so a moment after pondering this, he stumbled over a snow covered snow. With a growl, he pulled his paw up to shake at it duteously, before settling it back into the snow, and staring at the rock with his cold green eyes. Damn rock. He gave it a slight flick with his toe, and conquered it. With the offending rock dealt with, he continued his cautious patrol of the land outlying the area he had been so diligently hording.
There were strange scents about this winter morning, which momentarily soured his mood. He was always a stern fellow, but his taste for things out of the ordinary was a limited one. But there was still this pleasantry about him (although it certainly did not show outwardly ), and he strolled upon the setting with less a grouch face. It was hard to tell them apart, in any case, as the stony wolf crossed the small line of trees, and into the odd company of wolves surroundings them. Summoned, somewhat, but some howl in the distance. But he had come to investigate, rather then oblige it.
His ears swung around, catching notice of a blue female he had not seen around before. There appeared to be a kind of lynx with her, but all seemed remarkably pleasant, and he did not take alarm. He'd never personally had much of a conversation with a lynx, but he knew the smaller animals to be horrendous fighters. Fight a wolf was one thing- felines had their own style that totally went against the grain of a canine's idea of a fight. Certainly not the kind of thing he'd wish to partake in.
He stood on the edge of the snow slump, not quite ready to move down it yet. Slowly, he leaned forward to get a better look at the creatures, stepping forward with his large and long limbs. The black male appeared familiar, and he snorted vaguely to recall the memory from someplace within the boughs of his mind.
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Flit was enjoying a kill he had recently fell when he heard a lone wolf howling out somewhere. he lifted his bloody muzzle up and pricked his ears up. "Wolf kin call for me?" he said outloud. abandoning his meal, he quickly jumped over the dead carcass and began to trot towards the wolf, not even caring that his muzzle was still bloody.
many miles later, he caught the familiar scent of a male wolf. he glanced over and saw Phib trotting towards what looked like a blue figure beside a black figure. he canted his head to one side and saw that the blue form was a female wolf and the black form was a lynx. he then gazed a little bit more and saw a black and blue wolf. he canted his head to one side and guessed that the black and blue wolf was the one who had made the call. he wagged his tail slightly at the wolves and bobbed his head slightly. "Hello, Phib. it is nice to see you again."
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The silver-edged black and blue wolf nodded. "Yes, I am the one who called." He turned, nose twitching at the familiar scent of Phib, as well as the unfamiliar scent of Flit. "It is very lonely in the snow, and possibly... We keep each other company?" Everything about him suggested that he sought the social interactions of others, no matter who it was. Even the lynx didn't bother him much. He was lonely and it ate at his mind.
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The two travelers exchanged glances and shrugged in unison. Neither had said it, but both were tired of walking.
"Alright," China Blue agreed, but said nothing more, settling in the snow. Aside from the fact it was so damn cold, it was comfortable. Naturally, Oki rested beside her, watching the group of wolves with dull eyes. Annoyances.
For now, China Blue sat and merely observed. It seemed at least two of these strangers had met once before, and for some reason that made her uneasy.
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Phib snorted slightly, as he observed his surroundings carefully. Now he as somewhat familiar with most here, although he could not say whether that pleased him or not. His neck craned upwards and his tail shifted, moving slowly down the ridge with an intent to domineer a bit. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the other black creature's request to the female. He didn't doubt the other male would mind the female company.
But before he could sufficiently survey all this, Flit distracted him. He seemed to be running into this fellow everywhere nowadays, and at once, he pulled back with a slight snort and did not respond for a moment. He scented blood on him, and someplace vague, but he did not venture forth to ponder what all of it was. "Good evening, Flit." He rumbled, and moved his large form from the trajectory range of the other, and towards the right side of the group. He sat himself down, the end of his winter plumed tail sidling carefully beside him, as he ventured to figure out the cause of such a gathering. It was apparent to him that the first wolf had called it forth, but it was a bit agitatious to him as to why, and more particularly- to what accomplishment. He wasn't a wolf to consider people calling forth others just for friends, being the aptly political sort of wolf he was. Whether it was right or wrong.
He gave another sliding glance towards the blue wolf, the only one of the pair he did not know. Although it was safe to say a female would naturally direct more of his attention, he was deeply interested in any creature who traveled with a lynx. The lynx herself, or he believed it a her anyways, had not so far spoken. But it interested him to see what sort of arrangement the two might have forged.
But, sternness aside, he decided he'd voice himself a little more openly. He was one to quickly take over conversation if he could. "Good evening." He spoke, his green eyes passing fleetingly across the gathered.
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Flit gazed at the blue female curiously. He cautiosly took several steps towards the new wolves as he lowered his head slightly, as if submitting himself to them. He gazed down at his muzzle and saw the fresh blood still on it. Gently, he began to clean his muzzle off with his tongue as he looked at the lynx with a scared look on his face.
his tail gradually got tucked between his hindlegs as he sat down on his haunches on the snow-covered ground. He gazed over at the black and blue male and nodded slightly. "i agree. being in the snow if lonesome. Company is good," he said, almost too quietly for the other wolves to hear. Since he had seen Phib again, he had opened his heart up slightly and began to wander around, trying to find new wolves to meet. It was like he had opened the lid on his fear and let it loose into the world. He wasn't very scared of his own kin anymore, but the lynx made him a little weary of what was going on. Wolves liking lynxes?', thought Flit. 'what has gotten into her? is the lynx her hunting partner or perhaps more than that.' He flicked an ear slightly as he gazed around at the other wolves again. he could tell that some were in need of some food and cursed at himself for not dragging his kill with him.
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Leidolf nodded at Phib. "Good evening. It is pleasant to see you again." He sat down as well; It was turning into the thing to do, after all. He took in a deep breath fo the cold air, losing himself in it a moment, closing his brown eyes. When he opened them again, snow danced even in the brown orbs. "I am curious... What are things wolves around here would do? At least, when meeting others for the first time, some... Not the first time." He nodded towards Phib and Flit. "What kind of stories do others have to tell?"
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"It depends on which wolf you run into, my dear," Oki purred boredly from the sidelines, rolling over onto her back and watching the others from an upside-down view.
"Oki was on these lands a while ago," China Blue informed them, eyeing her friend warily. "However, her view point of wolves should mostly be ignored." The feline made an unpleasent face at her, but said nothing.
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The black wolf chuckled, the end of his ears carefully arching. It seemed like an awkward question to be asking, as if the wolves of these woods had of a sort, some sacred custom regarding greetings. Well if they did, he did not know them. And as for stories- he knew none that would be interesting. He knew plenty of long winded ones though, particularly if they had anything to do with things less then savory. He remembered those kinds of stories.
"I know no custom of greeting." The black wolf uttered. "Nor care much for one. Hello, and goodbye is all I care to know." He said with a slide, his large head turning to regard the very feline sounding voice of the lynx. He'd not directly spoken to one before, and it interested him to find them, or at least this one, of pleasing company. "I wouldn't scold her." Phib said to the blue wolf, a careful smirk across his face. "It is best to ignore the lot of them, on most occasions."
A pale eye slide back towards the one he remembered to be called Leidolf. "And you? So interested in customs- have you any? As far as stories." He added, "I know none of any particular interest." Which, despite his previous thoughts, was mostly untrue. He was a wolf who had seen a lot of strange things in his day, but unfortunately, lacked the urge to ever retell such things. Ryoku did the story telling in their duo. (Although, most of them were of unimportant things regarding how one rabbit had a cold someday or another, and then how she knocked into a tree.)
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Flit flicked an ear slightly when he heard Leidolf ask him and the other wolves if he had stories to tell and what things he did. he shrugged slightly at the black and blue male as he gazed over at him. "I say nothing out of the ordinary. I either say hello or say nothing at all. That is just my nature. as for stories, I have none that I remember. If i did have some, they are locked away in my memory for eternity."
He gazed over at the lynx as she said something that he barely heard. he frowned slightly and shot a small glare at the lynx. he could tell that he wasn't going to become fast friends with this cat at all, but the wolf seemed to be kind and gentle. He gazed at her kindly as he wagged his tail for a few moments. He shook his coat slightly and gazed at Phib. His reaction to the questions was what he expected. Phib was so easy to 'read' since he had already ran into him a few times. He yawned slightly as he walked over to Leidolf. "what do you do for greetings?" he stopped about 5 feet in front of the other male and looked at him curiously. Something made him remind himself of his past, but it quickly disappeared. shaking his head, he wandered over to a nearby tree and sat down on his haunches in front of it and waited for the blue and black wolf to reply.
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The brown-eyed wolf couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. "Greetings I did not have in mind for customs... I meant, how do wolves get to know each other around here? Just... Talk to each other?" He tilted his head. "Even I am confusing self."
The tiniest of frowns came to Leidolf's face. "No stories? Not even ones told when puppy?" He settled back. "Story of how you got to lands, perhaps?" They said that curiosity killed the cat. But what about the wolf? Did curiosity kill the wolf like it killed the cat? And if the wolf was satisfied, would it come back, too?
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"You certainly ask a lot of questions." Not that China Blue seemed to mind, she just decided to delicately point it out. "I'm afraid I know little of here, and have no particularly grand stories to tell, myself." Expectantly, she glanced toward the lynx, but the feline shrugged it response.
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Despite his sternness, Phib was quite colloquial when it came to speaking. It didn't take him more then a few moment of polite regard to the others speaking, to respond to the other wolf. "A grand story? Well, I can tell you one of how I got here- I walked," Said the black brute, who apparently found this most amusing to himself. In reality, it was actually a bit of relief to reflect upon the hard journey so easily. To say they had walked far was an understatement. Phib and all his anger then had lead them across the continent, and the years worth of endless travel had taken a deep toll upon both wolves mindsets on life on the road.
As for stories he had as a child, he'd never had any. In his childhood he'd been a bit of a crier, but he had always held the same amount of sternness as he carried on as an adult. Most of his younger life had been spent being groomed by Hrothmund, and it was not looked upon so much as a childhood. "Are wolves where you come from so interesting, friend?" He rumbled, the end of his tail carefully swaying. If anything good could be said about Phib- he was not a braggart. The less spoken about his own various adventures, the better.
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Flit nodded at Leidolf's question. "I never knew my parents, so I never heard any stories while growing up. A story about coming to this land? i just wandered into it and decided to stay. End of story." He put that as bluntly as he could and held back a chuckle. This wolf was eager to hear some exciting stories and was clearly disappointed that none of them had any stories to tell him.
he shrugged at the black and blue wolf and decided to let the issue go. it wasn't something he fretted about on day-to-day activities. the most he fretted about was being able to get something to eat, which was rare nowadays. He glanced over at Phib and then over at China Blue and the lynx. He canted his head to one side and thought about saying his name to them, but decided not to. if they wanted to know his name, they would have asked for it by now. He laid down on the snow-covered ground and stared up at the sky.
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The black and blue wolf chuckled at Phib and Flit's responces. "Well, that's certainly one way of saying how you get to lands you are in... I myself traveled from far in the north to get here. Much colder up there, land froze up months ago." He shifted his position, tilting his head. "I am sorry to hear you did not have any stories told when you were puppy... If you find me again some time, I could tell you story an aunt told me when I was a puppy." Of course, that'd require... "I seem to have forgotten, I am sorry, but what are your names...?" He bowed a bit. "I am Leidolf."
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It was a bit surprising to her she hadn't thought to introduce herself earlier. It had been so long since she was in the company of so many wolves at once. Normally, her company ranged from Oki to...Oki.
"China Blue," she politely offered, nodding sideward to her friend. "This is Oki."
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Phib craned his neck. He felt he had perhaps once introduced himself to this wolf, but perhaps he was mistaken. Flit he knew, but he introduced himself to everyone regardless. "I am Phib." He spoke steadily, his pale eyes sliding over to this China Blue. It was an interesting name to hear upon a wolf. And of course, Leidolf, and Flit he remembered from prior encounters.
The black wolf shifted, and carefully flicked his tail. "I'm afraid I am not one for pup stories." He rumbled, although he heard quite a deal of them from Ryoku, whom he always listened to patiently. But there was no need for them to know that.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 8:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 7:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:24 pm
RP: Miles/Phib
In which Phib goes a den hunting, and nothing is much accomplished...
It was a windy day, but as of yet there had not been any snow. It seemed the sky was a bit tired of its constant white bleeding, and kept itself to a soft sighing, blowing carefully against the pale white drifts and- to some extent, warming the areas of the most southern Telk a few degrees. It was enough to make the ice crack, but it was only but a short reprieve from what looked like a long winter ahead. But today was an important day- it was moving day. (Or, for lack of a better title, "Get the hell out of here.")
After the blizzard just a few nights ago, Phib had decided that the small den beneath the old rotting tree would not last them throughout this entire season. And although he was a hardy wolf, there was no protection for him these cold days- and after two months of spending the winter cold in the outdoors, he had decided that it was better now to increase their range and accommodate a space more preferable to the great black wolf.
It was usually a female's job to sort out a new rendezvous point. And although Phib was occasionally guilty of slight chauvinism, he truly did believe females had the knack for knowing a good and sheltered place to sleep in. After all, it had been his idea to spend the nights in the bitter cold, sitting over the entrance to the small hole to keep his mate warm- and it was not notably one of his better choices. It was nice for fall, and a bit vexing for early winter- but now it simply would not do. He couldn't hunt for two wolves, see for two wolves, sleep for two wolves, and keep watch for two wolves all at once without having some better sleeping habits. And with Ryoku unable to sort out any sort of living condition, he took up the job of finding a new place to live.
But to find a new sleeping area posed a bit of a quandary for Phib- who'd never actually had to do this task ever in his life. In the north, he had lived on his father's grounds- and from there they had control of many dens. Depending on the season and hunting, they migrated from one communal den to the other- but there were no places like these in this area. It was nice that so many wolves found large empty caves unoccupied, but as for the black wolf, there was only one good way of making a den- and that was either kicking its owner out or building it by scratch.
He was a wolf that as of recent had been consorting with great ideas. He had an urge to know more about this wood- and its people, and packs. He was not the kind of man to set up a pack to hunt and eat, and live, and mate together. He was far too militant and political- he had to have a reason for it all. But such thoughts were only bubbles at the moment, and now, he was far more interested in finding a better spot for sleeping- preferably one that could accommodate more then just a pair of wolves, although certainly any would be preferable.
He'd lived in this section of wood close to four months now. He knew well at least a mile in radius, and he preferred not to move further then that- but within that mile, there was no such unoccupied den sites, or freshly dug homes. He had yet to choose- build or bully- but neither were below him.
He straggled a bit, lumbering off the usual range around the lake he haunted- moving now towards the area which most wolves referred to as "freelands." Although- what was particularly free about them, Phib had yet to decipher. Despite it being "Get the hell out of here" day, he was in a remarkably good mood- that saying, he wasn't in a stew about something. So when he came upon the equally black male in the distance, his first act was not to do much domineering. He was still a bit weather worn, and his shoulder muscles ached across the ridge of his back.
The other wolf was running in a peculiar manner- head to the earth, tail to the air and possibly not seeing at all. The black wolf's head turned slowly, watching him trot on by, before sitting, his ears swinging forward in a peculiar sort of interest. It wasn't every day you say that sort of display. Were all vagabonds so frankly bizarre?
He let him pass, although he did not believe he was unknown to the other wolf- unless he was far too gone into this strange walking. "Interesting mannerisms there, friend." The wolf rumbled, although pleasantly, his pale green eyes focusing in on the black and white male.
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Miles' pace didn't change in the least in reaction to this 'other'. Quite honestly he could've cared less for this mild introduction with any of the locals around the area. Because of this, it perhaps wouldn't have come to any surprise that his answer to Phib's words were, "I'm no friend of yours."
This was called in a flat, almost empty sort of tone. Miles didn't care if anyone thought he walked funny. He could've cared less and he wasn't about to discuss his personal life or anything else for that matter. Secluded, stubborn, and distant could describe this wolf. Along with perhaps a few other words.
"..and my manners aren't that interesting." He added shortly, the slightest glance of those silvery eyes of his glancing in the direction of the ebony brute. Despite the way he thought however, and his "push-away" sort of mood, Miles pace did happen to slow in the least bit. Maybe giving Phib time to answer..?
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A low chuckled found itself within the depth's of the long creature's chest. The male slowly moved his head at an arch to readjust his view, still remaining seated at the crook of the slump path- on a small rock which only projected about a foot or so. Winter plumage did well to increase his size over winter, although it was marred now by remainders of white snow, which almost made it appear as though small chunks had been removed from his back and shoulders.
"Interesting thing to state-" The black wolf spoke, his pale eyes carefully scanning the surrounding area even as words ushered from his mouth. "- If you are no friend, then I suppose you are an enemy of mine? It doesn't much matter- In terms of conversation I've spoken more to non friends then the latter." He slided.
There was a distance to this wolf, even now as he stood in the forest. Quite some things to say to him, when he, was traveling all alone. But as far as Phib's concern lay- his day was booked, and it did not involve domineering. He let the other wolf flank his tail if he pleased, but his own remained situated at his side- the only influence of his own sharp streak was the needlepoint slanting of his ears.
He did catch, however, the slowing of the other wolf's pace. That was an interesting resolvement, and he decided to speak again once more- although inwardly, he knew he should be on the move. "What do you call your manners, then?" He ushered, a slow intake of breath cooling his lungs.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 8:22 pm
RP: Ryoku/Jaxom
And once there was a fire... (Part 2 )
Padding closer to the she-wolf, Jaxom drew slower as there was a familiar sense about her. As his emerald orbs narrowed towards her eyes, it was there that the familiarity that lingered around her was unveiled. She was blind.
The she-wolfs eyes, wide and somewhat a mystery, were like those of Zahimas', a witty she-wolf who had caused his affection to run deep for. Looking into those eyes made his shrouded memories of her reoccur with a spark of remembrance but though there were shares of thrills and joy there also laid sadness that gripped his heart. He had lost her during the night of the fire that ripped through the Shadowsong packlands and, still, he had yet to find her although it remained uncertain if she had escaped from the mountains and into the woods safetly.
As a calming voice seemed to whisp his sorrows from his current train of thought, the adolescent male drew a small smile across his maw. "It's alright," he replied as he sat himself down upon the snow lathered ground,"seems that a good place to hide is inevitable in these woods."
He couldn't help but feel some emotional ties to her as each time he found his eyes to gaze into those of the she-wolf. It was as if there was a streak of Zahima that called out to him which rekindled his yearning to search for his pack or anyone that had escaped that night. "You remind me of a friend of mine," he softly spoke as he lightheartedly laughed. "Same mysterious eyes and a heart of gold." His ears slightly flattened, hoping that she wouldn't mistake him for striking up a conversation of her lack of sight as, from prior experience, Zahima had always found it obnoxious and a "same old routine" when she had crossed the paths of strangers.
A sheepish smile crossed his lips. He had plain forgotten to introduce himself or know the name of the she-wolf he was conversing with. "Forgive me for not asking your name miss or for a proper introduction. My name is Jaxom, I'm from the mountain ranges to the North. And you are," he remarked with a curtious tone in all respect towards her.
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The pale wolf smiled, although her eyes remained still glassy and soft. She could not see upon his face the kind of de javu he received from being around her, but she was not one for random speaking, and assumed the silence did mean something. She waited for him to speak again, keeping her soft smile and moving only to adjust her position as she sat upon the ice driven stone. She still felt rather bad that she knew no place for him to take shelter in, and it was unfortunate that her own home was far to small for this male.
She smiled, her face gently pulling back into an almost serene like gesture, listening to him speak once more. Whatever he had been pondering, apparently now resolved. "I am sure there are of many places to hide. Not very good for my sight- but I do not think you will be of finding them too hardly now." She chuckled, her strange manner of speech rather soft, despite the grammatical nightmare which it was. She spoke as if she was only just learning the strange language of wolves- even though it was the only one she had ever spoken.
"Jaxom?" She inquired, listening to the sounds of the name. She'd become quite a name reader as of recent- she liked that name. It was short and strong, a lot like her mate's name, and she admired that sort of name. "I am Ryoku." She said gently, her head shifting. "Also- from the north." She concluded, and for a moment, her voice was clear of whatever strange wording she made. Whether or not this was accident, or if it hinted she consciously muddled with her mannerisms, was hard to tell.
"I am sure your friend was a good creature." She said again, softly, although she was hesitant to take claims to his kind words. "How are you of coming down this way?" She asked, her head tilting.
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"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ryoku," he replied with a warm tone. For a moment, Jaxom was slightly stunned. Another from the North like himself? Strange. Whether it was a lucky coinscidence or, perhaps, a twisting link on his path of his search for truth, Jaxom couldn't help but let a smile cross his lips. "I'd have to say, you're the first wolf who also hails from the North and that at least reassures hope."
He softly chuckled, a softened expression upon his face. "She was a rare find, a diamon in the rough." His ears perked up slightly to Ryoku's question of just how exactly he had come to Shaoilin Woods. A soft sigh escaped his breath, "Mankind. Those two-leggers stormed our packlands with fire and slaughtered my pack. I had no choice but to run away to the woods and, ever since, I've been wandering the woods in search of my family, Damu and Zahima."
Jaxom had told his tale of misery and tragedy to those whom had come his way but, still, the pains of remembrance seemed to bear heavy. Though he was unsure wheter or not he would ever find him, he would rather excavate the truth than be left in the oblivion.
"Did you escape from the fires as well?" He questioned softly, curious as to know if she had encountered mankind that night as well.
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Ryoku nodded her head softly, listening to the young man's story. His story was very similar to her own- surprisingly, although she knew man had nothing to do with their great fire. Gently, she coughed, and flattened her ears. "Sometimes, people are only of noticeably wonderful during rough times." She spoke, nodding her head in agreement to Jaxom's story of his friend, as if she knew enough about this wolf to agree a thousand times over.
Her ears swayed upwards. "Yes, we have escaped a fire- but none so much as with people. We come from very far, to the north-east; Half a country a way. But my plague is not men." She said softly, and shook her head. She had no feelings towards what these wolves called "two leggers." She'd never met one- although Phib told her many stories about them. He'd apparently spent much of his young life watching them, and creating his own opinions on what man truly was. He saw nothing so very different from men, then from wolves, although Ryoku did not feel knowledgably enough to express this remark. "I'm sorry be of saying, but fire in one way ended our problems." She chuckled softly, and shook her head, not particularly wishing to dwell on such thoughts.
She took a particular interest in the names of these two. "If you are searching, I am sure you will find something." She said softly, and nodded her head.
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He shifted his paws within the snow, feeling relieved and not alone as someone else knew the pains he bore and, also, shared them as well. The young adolescent listened closely with pure intent. It was strange as both stories concerned fire and a deserting of their home only to come to these unfamiliar woods but, none the less, Jaxom still was intrigued. "So, you are not the only one who came to the woods from your lands then? There are more from your pack here in the Woods?" Hope still lingered and, if he could consult some of the other wolves that had joined Ryoku, there was still truth to excavate.
"I don't blame the fire," the adolescent replied with a grim tone, "I blame myself. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't protect anyone." Jaxom feel silent as the hauntings memories from such a horrid night recirculated through his thoughts. Though he was young, he couldn't help but feel guilty for not aiding his pack but what more could a young pup do? He was too hard on himself but it was a natural instinct, strangely.
Whisping away the grief and pain that swept as it twisted and churned his emotions within his body, the brown and orange hued wolf let a minute smile draw across his face as the she-wolfs soft words were encouraging but, from results of his search, still seemed shadowed by doubt. "I hope so. I just want to know the truth, nothing more nor less."
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The pale wolf slowly moved her head back, her white ears carefully flattening against the brunt of her skull. "Oh, but such a little one- to be of thinking such things. Not everyone can do everything. One can only do as much as one can- it's impossible to be wanting anything more then what's in your power to be fixing, or be changing..."
The guilt his voice seemed to carry deeply troubled her, for she was a creature of high empathy. She took all problems seriously, and lamented upon them a great deal- for perhaps, there was just too much love in her heart. Ryoku blinked once, although her dead eyes revealed no such emotions within her. "Yes, I travel here with my mate, Phib. He was of being-" She paused for a moment, pondering. "He was alpha of his lands then, but he has extricated himself with me to this place south. A few others, I am sure- we were of large numbers, we two groups, and although we lost many- many more lived." She shook her head. "He would know better then I- I'm just Ryoku." She said softly, with a pale smile. It had never been the fire which claimed lives, after all. She was a wolf, who believed above all in the goodness of all people. But such thoughts of wolf at it's most lesser state troubled her opinion of good, and she was not fond of thinking on them.
"The truth is being good to know-" The she wolf said softly, her tiny form rising upon the rock. "Many things I don't know. But I try to- but life will always be having some secrets. You can only do your best to be finding them."
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He knew that it was somewhat of a silly thing to reflect upon constantly but the memories and emotions were hard to shake off as they binded him. Perhaps, in time, he would finally find himself to be at peace with himself and the past. It would take time but it was something that Jaxom wished to put to rest. "I guess you're right," he replied with a slight grin, "no one can change the past and I shouldn't be haunted by it forever. Besides, what's living if I can't fully live my life?"
The young adolescent perked his ears upwards as he found her tale quite intresting. An Alpha male and his pack traveling to these lands? Intresting. Though he was curious, Jaxom refrained himself from questioning further as he felt that it would be rude to dive deeper into her story and snow was slowly falling to the ground, dancing and sweeping through the chilling air. Dainty snowflakes began clinging to his earthy pelt and his need to find a suitable shelter seemed to rekindle. As a breeze brushed past him, Jaxom shook his coat free of various snowflakes and rose back onto all fours.
Nodding his head in agreement, Jaxom found himself to fully take to heart what the she-wolf spoke of. "Perhaps there are some things we're to never discover until our time has come but I'll still search for the truth no matter where my journey takes me." The young brown and orange hued wolfs voice was of a soft tone but brimming with a rekindled yearning to unveil what secrets laid in wait to find.
Slowly padding several steps away from the she-wolf, Jaxom turned back towards Ryoku as a wide smile set across his maw. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Ryoku. Take care," pressing onwards through the snow lathered ground, the young adolescent continued on his journey with his tail swaying behind him and rekindled spirits.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 4:35 pm
(( *spazz die* Ryukkii now takes up the final slots of this journal. ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 5:36 pm
Ryukkii/Leidolf
In which a worm invades the woods, and makes a "friend".
It was an ironically cold night, winter considering, that a true devil descended upon Telk's midst. At first, the woods did not seem to notice the arrival of such a creature- for like all devils, there was not much which set the loathsome creature aside from common beast. But within a few moments of watching- just scantly out of sight, it would become apparent that this was no ordinary creature. It was a creature of death and of dying, and even as she moved, her sickly body smelt of decay and her inevitable end some day in the future.
She crossed first a small stream, but did not pollute it with her flesh. There was a row of stones lined across the way, and she stepped on them daintily smooth as she carefully strolled within the shadows. But even now in this silence, her thoughts were alighted. She had been following the stupid beast for the past week, but now, the creature had fallen behind and it was she who led the way. This was of no concern to her- for regardless of her condition, she no longer needed the poor b***h to carry her on. She had arrived, and that was all there was to it- and now she was starving.
The pale female stood ankle deep in the snow, gently rising her sloped muzzle to sniff around. She did not scent upon the winds for the subject of prey, for the worm which swallowed her body and tortured her still would not let her hunt on her own. She survived by others or by luck, but by now she was far too lucky to ever truly die. She took a soft step forward, and her full appearance came in view. There were wolves around this night, and a soft- quizzically gentle smile crossed about her muzzle.
Shown by the snow and faint moonlight, it was obvious to tell at once she was a small creature. Her limbs were strange and bulky, and her left leg was swollen. Despite her numerous sores and scrapes, it was tragic to say that she was not so horrid looking. This was not a large and fearsome creature, filled with strength and regard. This was a weak being. This had once been a beautiful creature- some time ago. But upon her bad side lay the burn, and it crossed about her face and to her eye, now so pink with infection it seemed to glow and slightly protrude. But with a slow consideration of her situation, she leaned her weight upon her paws, and decided that there was much to be done. Stomach being first, but ah- she did not doubt it would last for long.
One might find it quizzically odd that such a creature, was above all, an optimist.
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Amid the moonlight and snow, amid tussled and trampled ground, some of it quite bloody, a dark wolf - A complete contrast of the female in both color and size, even health - gnawed upon the carcass of a felled deer. It was a young, rather stupid deer, so likely, the herds wouldn't miss him. It was also quite lucky for the lonely male to have caught the young buck, since wolves on their own didn't usually succeed at the hunt.
Golden eyes looked up, black nose twitching. Rising slowly, the male of northern blood frowned slightly to himself. "Someone sickly this way comes..." His ears twitched forward, listening for the sound of the wolf that approached.
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The scent of blood filled her nostrils, and slid it's way down to her stomach. It groaned at her like a punch in the gut, and twisted and twined against her already fragile insides. Various images flushed past her mind as she focused her keen sense of smell on the images. Bird, log- dead, rot, wolf- and deer, and shadows of wolves with no faces or names. But time would tell on the latter. Right now, her stomach pleaded with the strange minded wolf, and the wolf known as The First, decided to placate it.
She cross-stepped the stream once more, circumnavigating it and following the heated smell of blood which so pulled at her rotten insides. But to find herself amongst the already dead would be a tricky situation, the overly active mind slowly uttered to her. Wolves such as these- so easily used, but so easily offended, and with their mouths stuffed with waste they'd be so unduly touchy. It would be best to pick a different target, one not currently so seduced by food. But perhaps one could venture as far to say she was lonely- for what was a creature like her, if she had no one to attach herself to and corrupt. She was a sociable creature, after all.
The contorted female padded into the clearing, coming forth upon the black wolf crouched over his kill. She stood there for a moment, sucking in slow and painful breaths, as even this walking was flaring up her asthma. The First snorted in regards, and gently flicked her tongue against her nose. "Well- Hello there." A unusually soft voice echoed from her mouth. She respected his safety zone, and she sat down upon the drift, looking down at him. Her head cocked, as if she was unaware of her horrendous (and oddly beautiful) appearance. Her one blue eye fluttered downwards upon him, and her tail carefully shifted. Foreign wolf. Like herself, the scent told her. Good- he was estranged as well.
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Golden brown eyes continued to watch as the other wolf approached. He tilted his head, nose twitching once again. A slight smile came to the blue part of his muzzle as he bowed his head.
Though weak and wasted this wolf looked, what she might have lacked in brawn, she likely made up for in brain. "Greetings... Care to join me? Too much for one wolf there is." He nodded at the kill, moving and sitting by the part he'd been gnawing at.
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A low chuckle resounded in her throat, but besides her quivering chest, it was such a faint laugh that it was very audible to even her own ears. A kind wolf then, was this creature. Well, she had no care for kindness- just look who the poor fool invited in. But for the moment, mostly harmless, she took her slow stride towards him. She did not raise her tail or crane her head in any sort of manner which made her appear dominant. There was a sharp look to her eye, and it stabbed the life out of her gentle smile, which even then, was a bit crooked.
"How kind." She smiled, rather amused aberrantly by plugging the word kind into the phrase. "You don't see many kind wolves nowadays. You must have many friends." She said again, gently nodding her head with the same careful smile.
She tried to dismantle her hunger by stalling again once more, coming to a stop in front of the kill and peering down at the bloody insides. "I wouldn't wish to eat so uninvited- my name is Ryukkii." She added, her tail shifting. To herself, she'd always be the First, but she gave the name she so cleverly had fashioned for herself. She liked the way it sounded, double the k and I, and it sounded like the thrum of life.
Her stomach twisted, and her joints throbbed somewhat. Silence, you dying body. She thought softly, and lowered her head to carefully pull off a piece of meat from the shank. It was barely a strip, and she swallowed it quickly, her pale eye keeping coolly upon the other wolf.
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The dark wolf watched, one ear flicking in another direction before pointing at her again. "Few friends I have found." He shrugged a bit. "But yes, kind wolves are few and far between. It is just nature of myself, I suppose."
Shifting a bit in the snow, he lay down, going back to gnawing a bit on the leg bone he'd pulled off. After a moment of watching he raised his head a bit. "You look tired... There is warm cave near by, if you want to use it. Nobody seems to live in it." His eyes trained a bit on her swollen leg. "Especially with a leg like that. Walking on is not good, makes it worse."
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Ryukkii took another slow bite of the meat, working her distempered jaw around the pink flesh, pulling up fur and muscle as she swallowed it quickly. It stuck by some clear film, and she had to stretch it before it finally snapped, and she slowly chewed on it. Her ears swung upwards in slow and generally malevolent contemplation as the wolf began to speak again.
"Oh? Few friends? That is too bad, surely their own fault." She softly added, her tail gently twisting behind her. "How cruel the wolves in these woods must be." She concluded her meal with one more bite- and despite her generally emaciated appearance. She stepped from the kill, and with a manner of peculiar grace coupled with swollen joints, she stretched her body around and stepped across the throat of the dead buck. Her small feet landed, and she pulled herself up just a few feet from where the other wolf sat. She too did the same, and curled her tail around the burned side of her hip.
"So cruel, perhaps-" She continued, her voice oddly silky within her loathsome carcass. "You do not give your name?" She smiled. And in regards to his final comment, the silver wolf flicked her ears upwards, steady thoughts churning on through the darkness. "I am afraid it's always like that." She purred, looking at her leg. "Joints have always been giving me the stabs-" Her pinked eye close. A kink moved in her lips. "I'd dare not den myself alone."
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He bowed his head a bit. "Ah, I appologise, I forget my manners. I am Leidolf." He looked up again. He had to admit, she held grace pretty well for being in such bad shape. "I do not see enough wolves to make friends, I am afraid. Partially my fault."
He shifted a bit, rising and stretching. "If you wish, you may den with me." He smiled a bit. "And perhaps... We could help each other...? I am sure what you lack in body, you make up for in mind, where as me..." He shrugged. "Intimidating to those who might attack you." Even he could hear any breathing problems she had, could see that running, the she-wolf wouldn't get far from persuiers. But then, he also imagine she'd be able to talk her way out of a bad sittuation if she found herself in one.
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"Oh, nothing is ever your own fault, if you don't wish it to be." The silver wolf echoed, her voice cuttingly smooth. "It's only when you make it your own that it becomes your fault. Be careful to what faults you claim- or they'll actually stick."
So, he wished to protect her. How sad and lonely this dumb brute must be, but, quite the type she could use for her own means. She wondered, carefully, how long it would take to correctly adjust his thoughts. But there were many empty heads and friendly faces she could abuse, and she was picky on her choices, for there was no good in spending time on those who were not worth the effort. He wasn't a bad sized male though, certainly not bad to have around. A quirk appeared in her expression, and she couldn't help but be somewhat surprise by how quickly he allowed her into his company.
"So quick are you to judge character." She swayed, her head adjusting. "Not bothered by my looks? Too bad you are friendless, my dear, to cling to one as me. But such a kind creature." She corrected. "You wish to intimidate my foes? Clever to think I would have any." Her tail swayed slowly. "But whether I do or not is not of much concern to either you or I, and better left to then."
"As far as what you imply from my end of the bargain- yes, I lack in body, but that shouldn't be necessary to be stated. I am clever I am told." Her pinked eye opened. "Perhaps more so then that, but I do not boast."
She smiled, her face conflicting back carefully. "If you wish, I will do as you may." She concieted, her ears swinging forward.
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The lone wolf sighed a bit. "Maybe I am lonely..." He smiled just a tad. "It may turn into my own downfall. As to your looks... They do not bother me, no. The alpha female of my old pack, before she died, was very thin, and rose in ranks so easily not only fighting but with sheer use of her brain. She ruled the pack many moons."
His head bowed again. "Perhaps neither of us enemies yet, but who knows what paths life will be leading us down, who we may encounter." He shrugged just a bit, the action rippling through the black part of his fur like some inky substance, the blue part like water.
Leidolf lifted up his head a bit, though his tail remained down. "Safety in numbers is good thing, yes. I was raised with such a motto." Another shrug rippled through his fur. "We could help each other, perhaps... You may know things I don't, and I..." He chuckled lightly. "I can at least hunt a little. Maybe we won't be friends, but.." He paused, seeking a word. "Allies." He nodded a bit at it. Yes, that was appropriate a word. Not friends, neccissarily, but allies.
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An interesting remark, Ryukkii thought, the wheels in her head slowly turning. Perhaps she had poked in the right direction, to think she was already worming her holds into this wood. He would do for now, she supposed, until she had a better deciphering on his personal standing. The burned and twisted side of her face flinched slowly, and the end of her tail carefully flickered.
"How unfortunate, to be lonely." She said softly, her ears moving forward. "But no- you are not my enemy." Although, you should be cautious to align your position towards me, she thought.
"I'm afraid, my friend, I have no allies and even lesser then I do of friends." She stood, and walked a circle around the black brute. "Be as you may to me- but, Oh, do not be so quick to call me friend or ally, or enemy. I am just The First." She chuckled, and stepped one slow pursing step.
She sat down, not facing him, her dual sides slightly alighted in the light, both rotted and silver in the glow. "But I may yet help you." She said, although her thoughts were only on how she could bend him to what she wished. "And certainly, not too bad on conversation." She remarked, her left eye rising. "You mentioned a den?" Her smooth voice rustled, brow furrowing forward in sadistic contempt while her back was turned.
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The male watched her circle, almost like a raven seeking a meal. His eyes fell on her burned side, mind wondering what had happened to her.
His ears flicked forward at her words, nodding a bit. "Yes... Time will tell if you are friend, foe, or ally..." He tilted his head a bit. What did she mean by The First, exactly...? Oh, well, question for later.
He rose up with another nod. "Yes, den is this way." He turned and walked at a slow, easy pace that wouldn't tire the other wolf. Loneliness had starved Leidolf's mind just a bit, so even the most sickly of wolves would look like a friend to the social animal. His mind hungered for conversation, clearly.
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The devil creature chuckled, her throat thrumming with mock pleasantries. So soon had she burrowed her way into this land's culture that she was feeling rather manic. She knew she was good, but normally it took a bit of prodding before finding a dumb lonely fool like this bend to her advantage. Perhaps she underestimated him, however. The pale female turned her head, and found herself looking at the black creature. She squinted, looking him over. Perhaps...and perhaps not. For now though, it would do. She did not need much more then food, and she had no reason to truly corrupt. That would take time anyways, she knew not this fellow. But loneliness- ah, that was a killer. So foolish to be telling strangers he was lonesome, for there was no more vulnerable a position.
Her eyes fluttered back to the kill, now swollen and steaming in the snow. It would go to carrion birds now, and whatever little shadows lay within the forest's empty belly. This Leidolf could not be so useless, at least, if he brought some food to her. It would be nice chatting, to say the least- it'd been so long since she'd spoken to another that she'd almost forgotten how intolerably clever she could be.
"This way?" Her gentle voice echoed, as she glanced in the direction. "Ah, I like this way." Her brow quirked slowly. "It's a good direction..." She drawled, and followed slowly behind Leidolf, and when his back was turned, crookening her thorny grin a bit more, and arching her neck with reprieve.
It was damn good to be back in such lovely company.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 4:22 pm
RP: Phib/Fayina Tao/Cheveyo/Rune/Tzufit
In which an artery of wolves explodes, and what not.
Drip~sploch, blink.
Drip~sploch, blink.
Drip~sploch, blink.
Fayin Tao had positioned herself near the forest's edge, her peach-wine gaze was on the branch above her. She'd found the perfect tree to sit under, though she'd felt something drip on top of her head. When she looked up she was delighted to find icicles. Every few minutes water would drip from the end of the longest and splat right onto the bridge of Tao's nose. She'd blink and continue to stare.
No need to tell you that she was getting rather wet just there, for she'd been there rather long and the icicle had managed to drip many times. Her stance was of that much like a statue, she stood perfectly still; minus the timed blinks.
After a few more moments and a few more drips she suddenly shook her head, standing in a swift motion and moving away from the tree. "Time to leave." She murmered to herself, giving the air a wolfish grin. The grin, as were all her grins, was short lived and no emotion overtook her features.
Her ears flickered as she moved along, slowly moving into the wooded area, she tried to detect hints of strangers. Her nostrils flared lightly, but after a while she slipped into her own thoughts, not aware of that which was around her any longer.
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Winter had never really been the best time for Cheveyo being more of a summer wolf. Since he mainly resided on a beach he'd always have to deal with inclimate weather and nasty off-shore drafts. Though he had to admit the snow was beautiful no matter how or where it fell. Padding into a small wooded area he guessed he really couldn't complain about the situation much. At least he had a place to live, and with the ocean he never had to worry about going hungry. Even in winter there was a plethera of food swimming around him.
Shaking his long bushy neck fur he picked up his speed almost as if racing the snow as it vertically fell. Though he knew he wasn't going to win there was something about it that made him feel young again. Maybe it was the small puffs of cold air wuffling out his nostrils or the innocent sound of snow crushing under his paw pads. No matter what it was he was slowly becoming more inclinded to liking this blizzardy season.
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So wrought was the snow, that it had finally started to abate. It was unlikely this was some sign of spring, but standing within the very brink of midwinter and waning winter, it felt good to think that lighter days were soon to be upon the woods. It was not of course to say that the great hulk of a wolf was adverse to the winter cold- but such was the season's strain on his mate that any shine the great white season had previously taken to him was fading as quickly as the breath on the wind, which at the moment, swirled slow circles around his blocky muzzle.
The black brute stretched, lowering his precariously long form downwards, and inching his straight-legged forepaws forwards, pulling the tiny toes as far apart as he could muster as he worked circulation back into his lower regions. The back paws came next, one at a time, and finally the shoulders, until finally the coal dipped male had exhausted the last of his body's complaints. The muscles in his neck tightened slightly as he craned forward, pale green eyes rushing about to look upon the scenery.
It appeared to be raining, although in truth, the temperature had finally dropped enough so that some of the icicles hanging from the trees were slowly wasting away. The sight of it all was so surreal that it brought him to carefully observe them, letting one of the passing drips of water slide across his face. It was cool, and it stung at his scars slightly, and he withdrew before allowing himself anymore of the juvenile display. With a belligerent sneer, he furrowed his brow, pulling away from the glittering tubes of ice, and slowly pulling himself up the narrow slope.
He'd spent a lot of the day traveling, although it would be soon time to make his return to his lands. And such he had deemed them for now- for finally he was beginning to feel more like the wolf he had been some year ago. He was not so far as to be called arrogant- but Phib, for sure, was deeply aware of his own abilities, and being of some considerable stature of ego and diplomacy, he felt the desire to proclaim them as such.
It was only upon the return trip, when the black wolf first became aware that there were others within his midst. The scent at first was female, and intrigued him slightly, for he was never adverse to female company. The crown of his head shifted, glancing somewhat off the path of his home, and in the direction of the she. So curious were the wolves in these woods, that he did not wish to be without knowledge of a good lot of them- even of the vagabond kind. And with a turn of his long form, he moved towards the embankment, traveling upwards, and stopping just at the crest to peer slightly down the snowy path.
A pale brown female stood traveling, her face slightly wet, and looking generally amiable. There was a pleasant and youthful mannerism about the female which at once brought his mate to mind, and slightly filled him with some regimented affection.
The wolf sat himself down, curling his winter plumed tail about his broad hips, and slightly cocking his head as the female ambled by. "Ah- so passes a traveler." He spoke outwardly, his voice stern but pleasant. "Hello there, little She."
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"I told you I knew the way out." The lynx snorted, his long black tipped ears pressed against the cuff of his neck, "Silly animals you canines... you'd think with your sense of smell a little canyon would be easy."
The wolf made a face, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Quite the catty one this- but he really had no choice. After he had gone to the grave of his old teacher- an elderly shaman wolf that had practically raised him as a pup- Byakko, the young and rather foolish wolf that had helped him navigate the canyon the first time around, had all but vanished. No doubt something in the air had caught his eye and like the fool he was he had taken off after it. Byakko's method of navigating, while effective, wasn't anything Rune cared to repeat. The jumping, climbing, running... he hadn't had the chance to mark a trail much less remember the way.
For a few days the wing-marked wolf had traveled in circles, hungry as anything but staying off the hunger pains by filling his belly with snow. That was when he met Hugo, a young lynx who had been fortunate enough to kill a hare for breakfast. At that point Rune had to fight off all instinct to kill he cat for his breakfast or drive him away from the hare to have a bit of meat for his breakfast. The cat would only have filled him for so long- and he'd still be lost.
After a good deal of coaxing and assurence that he was perfectally civil, Rune had managed to aquire a guide, and through the trip through the canyon- a friend. A cheeky friend, but a friend no less.
An unlikely pairing as well, Rune was half glad no other wolves had crossed his path. For one- as far as they were concerned only wolves spoke... foxes too but with a dumb accent. For two, if indeed other creatures did speak then they were still food... talking food.. but food. And three, a wolf getting help from a feline to find his way home. Obsurd, no matter the situation.
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Tzufit had been wandering around all day, the cold snow only just now starting to get to him. With each step the young pup took, the frozen crystals crawled their way up his paws, making an uncomfortable stinging sensation.
Of course, the day hadn't started off like this. It had been much warmer in the morning, so Tzu thought he would do something different for a change. He wanted company. But now, as he was just about to walk down a steep hill without knowing it, he really wished he was back under his pile of dry, warm, pine needles.
As soon as he lowered his head and started to daydream, his paws slid out from under him and he tumbled down the snowy bank, landing belly-up in a pile of snow at the bottom. He clumsily stood up, then noticed the two adult wolves sitting under a large tree in front of him. Tzufit looked quizzically at them, a small pile of snow sitting on his muzzle.
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The scents of others filled the peachy-brown female's nose as much as they had Phib's, Tao was just a little.. oblivious toward them. She began to pass the big, black male; her eyes slightly glazed, and slowed when noise filtered through her ears. It was unusual noise, not the noise of her thoughts. Words. Words were being spoken? She suddenly stopped, just past Phib.
She turned only her head, her gaze that so easily matched her pelt flickering over him. What was this? No patterns on his fur? But then her eyes caught sight of the scars, and they slid over them in such delight. Sure he was one color, but the scars made up for it, as did the light colored eyes.
"And so sits.." She paused. Well, that wasn't fun, what could she call him in response to traveler? "stand-still." So sits stand-still? What kind of nonsense was this? Upon his next words she her gaze flicked around, wondering who 'little she' was. That is, until she caught sight of Cheveyo, running toward the pair. She was also vaguely aware of Rune's scent, and his kitty-companion. She spoke no word of it though.
"You've been mistaken, that's no little-she." She was in no way dense, just a little slow sometimes. Tao thought that Phib ment Cheveyo for the 'little she', not herself. Something caught the corner of her eye, and she moved her head a fraction to look. "Puppy!" She exclaimed, head tilting as all attention was drawn to Tzu now. Her tail gave one, two, three wags and then was still again.
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Slowing on the snow as the others seamed to come into view. Phib he reconized but the other two were new to him. Turning he troted up slowly to them all. "Well it's odd like this meeting up again." An invisable wave of anxiouty seamed to wash over him. Man he was such a moron last time he met Phib. He normally wasn't like that...it was just an odd moon for him.
"Well either way- it's nice to see you again..." His tail flicked back and forth slow as he thought to himself. And oddly enough, with another female. Wondering to himself he really couldn't see how some wolves got all the luck...but then again the black wolf did have some rather nice scars. Turning his head he looked down to the pup and smiled.
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A slight fluctuation in wind pulled at his side, and the black wolf curled to the sensation. He felt the need to be bitter, but as of the most direct moment, he was feeling most pleasant. Even now there was bubbling the scents of other creatures stalking in the distance- but for the most part he let them go to the side without much of a remark. In fact, the only sign he gave at all as to his knowledge of the drifting smells, was a soft and indignant snort. He was the kind of beast which pleasantly chose company, but was not so accepting of vagabonds floating about his midst. Two of the nearby scents were already striking a form of de javu upon the great wolf, and he had to squint his brow as if to carefully observe his mental directory of such creatures.
A low chuckle fluttered across his jaw, noting the female's response. "So sits Phib." He uttered, his eyes rolling from her, and attempted to identify the fact that other creatures were steadily moving closer. He arched his ears quickly with a mark, but otherwise, did not domineer. "And, I would indicate you, my dear." His low voice uttered again, and found himself amused by her antics as she chased after the puppy.
One might have slated him as a wolf so quickly offset by those who appeared to be lacking in the typical norm of intellectual caliber. But it all honesty, he liked these wolves more then he liked the blunt and diplomatic people he associated himself- although he'd never let this on. All was fine between wisemen and fools, but when it came down to it, there was only one of the pair that would stick in bad times.
His pale eyes flickered, noting that another male was approaching him. Ah- that one. Although amused, he couldn't find himself to be too bitter to the male, as he approached him with a look of somewhat subdued intent. As long as he wasn't- well, being himself. "Hello there, Cheveyo." He remarked solidly, dipping his head at a slant.
And now, to the rest now so collected in this one area, he found himself pulling his head back and sliding his ears forwards. "I seem to have burst an artery of wolves." He remarked steadily. "Good evening."
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Rune paused, his ears perking up as he neared the small group of wolves. A slight shudder overcame his body and sent him back a few steps, leaving his lynx companion a good yard ahead of him.
Hugo also had noted the wolves but hadn't paid much mind to them. He had bested a wolf's speed many times and had spent many nights in trees to avoid them. He paused, confused by his companion's hesitancy. "What is it? They're your kind."
"Yes indeed...", Rune said quietly, watching the lot of them. They seemed familar with eachother... a pack perhaps. If so he was in a dangerious situation according to his current alpha. Not many wolves fancied his pack or the pack that they had alligned themselves to.
"Then I don't see the problem." Hugo raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the others.
"They might be a pack."
"Yes and?"
"An enemy pack!" Rune growled in annoyance, taking a few steps to be up to pace with his companion. Both paused to keep an eye on the wolves.
"Well kudos for your paying attention." The lynx snorted, giving Rune a scolding look that was only met with a glare.
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The pup shook the excess snow off of his fur, and standing up on his sore legs, glanced up at the tan-colored female. She seemed excited to see him, and that made his spirits lift.
Cocking his head up at her, he asked, "What's your name? I'm Tzufit." He hadn't even noticed the other large male, who was watching the two.
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"Name?" Her head tilted. Ah the pesky titles. "Fayina Tao, shorten it as you will Tzufit! Do you know shortening things is just in a wolf's habbit?" She questioned, but she was momentarily distracted.
Her eyes floated back to the minty-green male. And she rose to her paws. But this did nothing, she just stood perfectly still. "What is a Phib?" Her mind wasn't quick enough to remember that Phib was a name, she hated names and didn't find them too important. "I ate deer the other day, it was quite a wonderful hunt, that one. A good chase, the fellow gave me." She said to Phib, obviously she was in one of her more 'difficult' moods, mistaking meaning all over the place.
"Is Phib the word for sit-still?" She asked, getting back to that topic. She moved passed the two males, curious of the scent that had not appear yet. "You hide from out eyes, but why?" She spoke this softly, to herself. Her tail hung limp as she continued to move foward, trying to match the two scents lingering in her nostrils with actual beings, seeing as she'd already matched three scents with three wolves. So why did two still linger?
"Perhaps phantom-scents." She murmered again to herself, it was obviously something she did often. And what phantom-scents were was up to anyone, really. The only thing that might be true of them were scents that were there but belonged to no one, but who knew with Tao's odd thinking patterns.
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Cheveyo couldn't help but notice the females odd mannerizems. "He's Phib-" He nodded his head towards the black wolf. "Least thats his name anyways. I'm Cheveyo, but most people just call me Che." He shrugged not really minding what she called him. Twitching his ear he too noticed the hidden creatures not to far from them. Although it was weird, he heard the wolf....but then again there was something growling close by it, and not a wolf either. "Prehaps the reason why the other stranger hasn't shown themselves is because they are hunting themselves..." That'd be the only reason in his mind that he could hear Feline chatter
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Although he preferred the spot he was at, for thanks to a slide of ego he enjoyed the somewhat lofty position, the black creature decided it would be best to descend. He really wasn't that high on the snow drift- only about three feet. He supposed it didn't really matter, it was light company, and despite his urge to find something to be belligerent about, he was tame for the moment. A slight look of agitation did cross across his face for a moment, padding across the pale female and looking into the distance where a pale blue male conversed suspiciously with a lynx. It seemed like everyone was grabbing hold of the strange creatures these days, and he had to wonder if lynxes were secretly planning some sort of invasion. He was cautious of the felines, despite this. Their claws made for peculiar incidents.
But from the place he stood, the wolf had still yet to make himself apparent to the others. He turned his head and feigned unrealization, and regarded the female with another low chuckle. "It means whatever it needs to mean, but otherwise, it is what I am called."
"Fayina Tao, and Tzufit." He remarked. Nodding his head, "And Cheveyo. Quite a collection of travelers." His stern voice remarked, and with a slump, lay down. "And where is such a group headed?" He questioned, wondering if the others had planned such a meeting. They did not smell like one another, so it was unlikely that they were traveling together as of yet- although he could not help but wonder, with such a collection. He gave a slight look at the pup, who was bounding around the tan She. His stiff expression softened somewhat, and he quirked his tail to the side.
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Both watched for a long while, remaining silent and on guard. The Lynx had grown bored with the whole affair and had sat himself down to give his paw a good grooming. Rune took a short glance to him, rolling his eyes at the creature's overly laid back attitude in a potentially dangerous situation... but then again perhaps the pack wasn't hostile at all... and the lot of them might know a thing or two about where they were. Afterall, he had left his pack's lands a good deal ago, snow had fallen and it was difficult to scent his way back.
"They... don't seem hostile... what do you think?" Rune glanced down to the cat.
"I think you need to stop acting like a kitten and go ask for directions is what I think." Hugo said casually, not so much as lifting an eye from his grooming. "If you want I'll stay here... but if you insist I guess I can hold your paw and go with you."
"Oh do dry up." Rune growled as he started forward. He didn't at all look threatoning but there was something haunting about his eyes. He wasn't large or small for a wolf, no more built than was considered average though his legs did have a good deal of muscle after his trip. The lynx walked smoothely after him, holding his head up and giving just as catty of a grin as ever. He was nervous as well- but animals could smell fear and the best way to avoid that was fool one's self of the danger.
Once within earshot he simply cleared his throat, "...I do beg your pardon..."
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Slightly confused by the way Tao spoke, Tzufit tried not giggle and replied to her, "Well, I guess you can just call me Tzu, then."
He turned his direction towards that of this 'Phib,' who Tao seemed to be talking to. After looking at the male wolf, the small pup wondered how he hadn't seen him before. He spoke very properly, something that Tzufit was not used to. He figured he should be polite and answer his question. "I don't know where anybody else is going, but I was go-" and then it suddenly dawned on him that he didn't know where he had been heading to. "-ing.....ummmm..." Hoping that the adult would get the hint that he had no clue what he was going to say, Tzufit mumbled the end of his sentence and stared at the white ground beneath his chilly paws.
He didn't have anywhere to go. He barely even had anywhere to sleep at night. It was a wonder that the pup was able to survive on his own, but somehow he had made it through his short life so far.
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So one was Phib, the other Che and the pup Tzu? She didn't often shorten names but the two latter wolves had asked or mentioned shortenings. She wouldn't remember their names if she ever did meet them again anyhow. "I'm going where my paws bring me." Came her reply, tossed over her shoulder.
Her eyes were glued on Rune and the strange creature with him, though she was an adult she'd never seen a lynx. "What are you?" She asked, stopping just before the pair. But she couldn't keep watching Hugo, her eyes that so well matched her fur sook out the wolf's fur, moving over all the colors and patterns. Her maw parted just slightly, she loved patterns such as these, especially if they were nice to look at. If they were ugly colors that did not match that would be a different story all together.
And then her eyes caught his, and she stared. Something was odd about them, but Tao would never be able to put tooth nor paw on what.
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