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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2020 10:35 pm
 Shadowed Pine.. Well, this little guy is one interesting wolf, it seems. Abandoned as a child and left by his mother to die, only to somehow live long enough against all odds to be found by a lovely pack by The Swiftfell. He was adopted and raised along a group of littermates, though he sees a real connection with a wolf named Phoenix Ash. He's the only one that reminded him of his mother, the only family that wasn't forced upon him. Oh, but he's getting distracted, that's no matter now.
He's all grown up now, and that's all that matters. A caretaker for his pack, he spends most his days doing just that, care taking! He doesn't talk much to others, and finds comfort when he's fetching food or something soft for those in need. His job always sit well with him. He never got that care as a pup, and he never wanted anyone to feel like he had. He wanted to protect them. Though, he couldn't do too much protecting, he was thin as bone with long legs that resembled twigs. He swore he ate! It's just genetics!
Either way, every now and then he would find himself wandering the border of his packs territory. He didn't quite know why. Maybe he was hoping some day he'd find his mother, and be able to ask her why she left. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding! Maybe she had left and he got himself lost, maybe she was just.. doing what was best for him. Every ounce of common sense in his brain insisted it wasn't true, but hope was all that kept him going. The hope, that maybe, he'd get answers.
Today was one of those days, as he hobbled along the borders edge in search of answers. He was never the best at walking. Days and nights on end alone with no food as a small pup had left him a bit damaged maybe, or possibly he's just clumsy, nobody quite knows. It might just be because he's so lanky and thin. There's no doubt why he'd become a caretaker outside of wanting to help others, he would be a dreadful protector or hunter! Why he thinks walking along the border all alone and risking running into predators is smart, who knows...
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2020 1:31 pm
 The Forest was a strange stretch of horizon. Or, well, strange to Don't Fear The Reaper who grew up in the dead heart of The Redwoods where the rotted corpses of fallen trees were just as common as the less sickly but still standing (but still sick) trees. In The Redwoods, the canopy was high above and the forest floor was always dark. Something always smelled faintly dead. The wind was never quiet, especially when the moon was high, which seemed more often than not. In The Redwoods, hunting parties would be gone for weeks and return with meager prey. Reaper came from hungry folk who filled their bellies with terrifying tales of boldness and resilience, the kind of tales that warmed a belly like fresh meat and bolstered a wolf's courage like a hunter's rush. The kind of tales that got a young wolf thinking there might be more to the world. Which is to say, long story short, Reaper left. Not because he longed to see a more beautiful world because, as far as Reaper was concerned, the whispering darkness of The Redwoods was beautiful, but because he'd been raised on stories of great adventures, of wolves tricking fae tricksters and stealing from creatures that stole life, and he was ready to live those stories. He wanted to stand nose-to-nose with the pup-gobbling screech or follow the wandering dead lights at the witching hour just to see where they lead. Reaper wanted to see every wonderful, horrifying, beautiful, terrible thing the world had to offer. Which is why The Forest was strange. It was light. Critters scurried overhead and all around him. He could hear songbirds and smell the crispness of nearby streams. It was beautiful in its own right, certainly, but far less thrilling. Reaper could only wonder as he wandered: "What kind of wolves has this forest raised?" How strong were their spirits? How brave their hearts when darkness fell? It was during such a time of wondering that Reaper found himself skirting along the edge of a pack's land. Having been raised in a pack, Reaper knew better than to go any further than he already was. Testing a pack's territorial instincts was not bold, just foolish. His father had always done his best to remind him of the difference. Still, when he spotted a lone patrol, Reaper could not help but be curious. For one, they were alone. Two, the patroller was a scrawny-looking youth. Which only reenforced his curiosity of his first thought. A pack only sends their best and strongest out so far alone, unless... With the sky growing dark and, thus, by proxy, the world growing warier, Reaper made sure to approach with a friendly posture and a clear call for friendly conversation, "Hello! Yes, you there! Are you a part of this pack? I'd love to ask you a few questions, if I may!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2020 9:44 pm
Pine had never found any others while traveling alone on these walks, really, unless small mice and pack mates counted. He had smelled the trace of lone wolves lingering along his land before, but never spotted one. That was likely due to his horror at the thought of seeing one, though. He didn't think very highly of most lone wolves. For so long he was convinced all the species were savages, then he joined a pack.. and while he loved them dearly his trust for others hadn't grown quite yet. His fear of the dark wasn't any better, mind you. That may be a leading factor into the interaction about to ensue.
Due to his slight fear of darkness, he usually chose to go home before the sun set. Something in his body told him to stay. His mother wouldn't wander around in the middle of the day of course! He didn't expect to find her.. that was just his excuse for staying out as the air caused him to shiver.. Whether it was truly cold or he was just being odd again, he couldn't tell you. Maybe it was just the fact he felt like he could hear.. sounds.. everywhere.
Either way, he felt a little bit calmer as time passed and it got darker and darker. Everything was fine..! Nothing would be in these woods, there never was anything! That was, until it hit him. Scent, very fresh.. wolf. Wolf, oh no wolf?! Wait, oh, it's just a wolf. He doesn't know if he should be frightened or relieved! Maybe it was old.. maybe he's driving himself mad. That must be it.He continued to reassure himself he was just going insane as he stumbled along.
Until a voice followed the smell. He let out a soft yip and jumped up straight in the air, landing and stumbling for his footing on his twig like legs. They didn't.. sound aggressive. "H-Huh?!" he yipped softly as his head perked up just a bit. "Oh.. oh hello.." He looked behind him to be sure this stranger was talking to him. "Yes.. yes I am part of this pack.." Stand up for your pack, Pine! It's a stranger! Be defensive! But, no matter how hard he tried, fear overrode his need to be defensive. "I-I suppose you may,, who... who are you, though..?" He took a few stumbley steps back, just in-case.
( Sorry if it's a tad everywhere, trying to multitask and muse is shot x3 )
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2020 6:51 pm
Reaper chuckled at the young wolf’s fright, though he immediately chided himself for the action afterwards. The poor thing was clearly young or new to scouting — probably both. Reaper still remembered his first sole scout. He got distracted by the sight of a black-furred squirrel, an unusual coloring, and lost track of time following its path through the canopy. His father’d had to come and find him, along with a few other more senior scouts. Ah — to be young and out on your own! Reaper knew he would have to be gentle in his approach. Bowing his head, Reaper purposefully lilted his voice to be cheerier and said, “Of course, pardon my manners. My name is Don’t Fear the Reaper, but — please, just call me ‘Reaper’. I come from The Redwoods. Just passing through. May I have your name?” A self-indulgent spark of glee flashed through him at his own question. As a pup, the pack elder had told him a story about a creature that would pose such a question as means of taking away the names of naive wolves. Reaper possessed no such power himself, of course, but it was still funny to him to ask it that way so he could see how the other would react. After a moment, he added, conversationally, “What’s the name of your pack here? Yours is the first pack line I have encountered. Do you control much land?” [ i apologize for the absolutely dismay delay! trying to get back into the swing of things, if you're still interested in continuing <3 ]
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