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 Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 10:40 am
Harvest colored paws lightly scraped the ground, padding aimlessly through dried foliage long dead from winter's bite, until each pad slowed atop softer ground, the flattened, sandy ground of a path. The powdery substance was entwined with pebbles, small grains, and occasional blades of itchy grass. The path itself wasn't wide, perhaps two feet at its widest points, but flowed down to a single thin line, clearly the path trod by nibble legged animals such as deer. It was dark. The dirt was a limpid navy while the foliage that sprouted along its edge were various arrays of blues, golds and greens only lit by the occasional flicker of a glowing firefly buzzing past.
The creak of metal swinging and rusted was the only sound that accompanied the atmosphere besides the seldom breeze that rippled though the grass. The canopy above rustled with every little gust. The paws having for a moment paused continued again, shuffling forward, perpetually sounding the creak of the metal along with the jingle of chains. The wolf's piercing mellow eyes glanced about cautiously while the pointed ebony ears swiveled in every direction as though they'd catch a glimpse of some melody in the wood that wasn't created by himself. His pace continued at a steady lope, sauntering forward without realizing if there was a destination he was headed at all, or if he was just moving for the sake of moving.
Grigor didn't know his purpose here. Perhaps there wasn't any, maybe there didn't need to be any reason. All the same, he wondered how he could spend his time in this new setting. Was there something for someone like him to do, to feel a part of, and to be useful to? He looked forward. Well, if there was nothing for him he would continue onward to a new destination, wherever that might be.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:19 pm
But the pack, though healthy, was unable to contain his curiosity. Many of the wolves appeared far too busy with one another or more packish things to worry about the arrival or absence of a seemingly innocent and naive little wolf. And so, it was without much of a thought, the blue wolf had left Pandemonium for a summer, following the call and affections of his only friends, the only ones that seemed to care. . . his fireflies.
He had suffered a long winter without them and, little realizing how he might travel with them all year if he only followed the warmth of the seasons, was only too glad to find them back in full force. Though they were scarce during the day, their warm glow that surrounded him at night was something the wolf fondly looked forward to. Gentle smile upon his features, lost within his thoughts, it was in all too quiet whispers that news came of a stranger up ahead. . . the little insects always looking out for the naive and young shaman.
A stranger, huh? Blue ears automatically jerked back, his tail hanging low in a moments anxiety. He wasn't very good when it came to meeting strangers. . . His slightly warped mind was fast to remember the name calling, the bite wounds, the rejection. . . and all because of things he didn't quite understand. His wounds had always healed themselves, leaving the wolf an eternal look of age, but Antigone had never questioned or wondered. . .
All he knew he was some freak. And his occassional stutter didn't help. His ears did p***k when the quiet noise of something strange could be heard. . . it certainly didn't sound like a wolf, whatever it was, because wolves usually didn't creak! Slinking lower to the ground, all to ready to roll to his belly and paw desperately at the face of an agressor, Antigone continued his jingled walk. . . though the sound slowed as Grigor rounded the bend, his lanturn aglow with light.
Antigone himself couldn't help but stare, entranced by the light that so outshone his own. There was something comforting, albeit a bit unnatural, in such a light. But light had only proved to be good to Antigone, at least when it came to his beloved fireflies. . . .He himself was surrounded in an unnatural flickering, his insect companions circling him in an almost protective sort of stance.
Jerking to the side of the path, allowing his tail tip to wag in a hope to show his innocence, Antigone could only smile delightedly up at the stranger. If he put on his best face, if he appeared kind and gentle perhaps they might ignore him or think twice about attacking. Though perhaps it was best to hide, there was something unusual about the wolf that glowed. . . .
"Sh-sh-shiny light is shiny, p-p-pretty," he murmured, dropping his belly to the ground the closer Grigor approached. Strange to see such a large wolf as Antigone to be such a . . . coward. But there were no scars to prove abuse, so one might only wonder at such a broken mind.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 5:23 pm
The male's limpid eyes steadied as they focused on the figure, the glow of his lantern illuminating the surrounding brush, and he noted the various insects buzzing about the uniquely marked wolf, buzzing and lighting in a whimsical sort of fashion. Upon seeing the wolf he naturally grew tense; it wasn't often Grigor had visitors. But now that he had some company that didn't give him the impression of being a very dominant soul, he relaxed himself, allowing him to now take in full observation of the stranger.
The large male before him gave a friendly expression which initially was offered a blank stare in return. Even as he dipped himself onto the ground, cowering in friendly advance, the still standing male could only stare on with his mind the only piece of him feeling some emotion. And he was thankful. Looking over his lithe body, Grigor observed his dusty blue pelt glistening with flakes of creamy gold. The human adornments also perked his interest. The buzz of a flying insect interrupted his thought, and looking up he stared at the little bug dancing about his ears, not making any motion to bite at the creature and instead let it be, returning his eyes to the male as he heard him talk.
He didn't know what had caused the broken speech, nor did he care. As soon as Antigone had uttered a single sentence, Grigor froze no longer looking like a blank slate and instead felt a raw smile spread across his maw. Immediately his body dipped down as well, mimicking the other male as he lowered himself, wagging his tail at the same time. While he was previously mute, the mirror finally spoke. "Y-you t-too," he muttered, his voice the same pitch and frequency as the wolf he was now using as his host.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 4:05 am
If Antigone had noticed anything out of place with the lantern stranger, he couldn't place his paw on what it was. The masked one looked rather intimidating and imposing with his lantern, feathers and chains; it was quite unlike anything the blue wolf had ever seen. Thankfully though, the quiet one remained still and silent, observing his actions and perhaps the actions of his only friends.
The little fireflies were harmless companions, not enough to be obnoxious or 'gross' but they offered comfort with their blinking lights when no one else was near. Such light was the only light, the only thing he could grasp on to and hold. It had been the only constant in the wolf's life and they had stayed with him while other wolves had rejected him.
He was strange, or so he remembered being told. . . but why he just didn't know. His puphood friends had dubbed him freakish and cast him out; ever since, he'd grown alone, frightened of others and what they might do if they discovered his secret. But this one had a light, just like him. . . . .
It was soothing, comforting, and offered more warmth than his little fireflies. Ears pricked and his smile grew when the stranger spoke. What. . . ? He had a stutter too! My but did the day seem to grow better. He'd never met someone with a stutter before, never met someone who tripped over their words just as he did. Perhaps he wouldn't judge him now because of it. . . .perhaps he wouldn't laugh or grow aggressive when he couldn't speak clearly to respond. His tail wagged a bit faster, though again, if Grigor spoke in his voice and mimicked his actions, Antigone was just dense enough not to notice and he probably wouldn't have cared even if he did.
Still cowering before the male, he gave a little chuckle and nod. "I've n-n-never seen a l-l-light like yours b-b-b-before. . . . My lights are t-t-tiny, small. . . and d-d-d-disappear in winter." He added, a small shadow entering his gaze and sadness tickling his words. he didn't like it when his fireflies all died and left him alone. He understood they couldn't survive in cold climates but . . . .he'd never thought to live somewhere warm all year.
Thankfully they always came back come spring but such joy was always short lived. For after a few months of companionship, he'd be struck alone again. . . The stranger's light was much larger than his fireflies and didn't seem sentient. Perhaps that made it so it stayed with the stranger all the time. . . .and didn't disappear come winter.
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