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 Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2019 10:24 am
But it was called for. It was time. The she-wolf was no pup anymore, growing quickly and soon to out size even the largest of bucks amongst them. She was able to handle her own, evident in the hunting of the streams and rivers throughout the forests. Leaving her was… difficult. Surely. But far easier than staying to risk his own livelihood.
Wolves could be trusted. But only for so long.
So the gray stag found himself… well… just that. Going stag. All alone once again to fend for himself. It was preferable, really. When accompanying others, he would worry relentlessly over them, taking responsibility for their safekeeping. It was exhausting to always be on the look out.
But... it was also rather quiet without the chattering of a pup. And the nights were a bit colder without her form curled up beside him. Company was a double edge sword for the wild beasts of Kells… and a part of Greymane missed it terribly.
Feeding off the grass in a clearing, the stag mused over the last couple of months in silence. It was early, just after dawn. The woods would come alive soon enough to force him out of the open, but for now it seemed as though his thoughts were the only threats for the time being.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2019 4:33 pm
Another lovely day in the blooming forest of Kells finds Spirit alone in a grove of sorts, cut off from most other creatures for a bit of meditation time. With paws planted firmly into the grass, toes kneading through the dirt and bright cyan eyes closed he drifts through a vivid mind of colors and assorted shapes. Sometimes one needs silence, alone time to reconnect with the spirits in every plant as well as animal around.
It was still early which gave the perfect time, most others still nestled in burrows or cuddling in nests. Times like these are ones that the wolf loves most of all. It's broken though by the slightest bit of noise. Nothing big but in the deep silence he'd been meditating with has ears swiveling toward the noise. It's enough to bring Spirit out of his pose, glancing around then standing to head out of the enclosed space.
A stag? With a head tilt he muses softly then decides for himself, the other is probably taking advantage of early hours as well. It was just a hunch but why else would he wander into a clearing so open? In a soft neutral tone he speaks, showing no hostility but rather a curiosity. "Good morning. I'm Spirit Warrior, what might your name be?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 7:23 am
Greymane prided himself in being a vigilant creature. One had to be, in order to survive. But he was far from perfect, and often missed things... or miscalculated his risks.
When the words found his ears he had been so deep in thought that he nearly mistook it for a memory. But the smell accompanied it and his eyes, blue lagoons without fear, flitted up to meet with those of the stranger. The dire wolf.
It was noted, this Spirit Warrior's eerie calm, but the stag knew well of the canines charm. He had seen many an ally fall to the false sense of security a hungry wolf could present. So he moved slowly, living his head from the grass inch by inch, keeping his large golden antlers between himself and the deep brown wolf.
"Good morning, Spirit Warrior." He breathed, testing the air for others. For a stag that had shared his evenings with wolves in the past, he sure was distrusting of them. But, again, one could never be too carful. Trust was a hard thing to come by out here in the wilds.
"I am Greymane." His muscles tensed beneath the weight of his craning neck, ready to charge or flee should the opportunity present itself.
He wasn't sure where to take this, what to say. So gave himself an out. "It was not my intention to intrude upon your territory. I can leave. Without a fight."
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 7:45 am
With a few light sniffs in the stag’s general direction, then around he notes that most other creatures still rest. Perhaps he was traveling, that could explain the early hours and why Spirit cannot catch the scents of others like him. He’d let out a little huff while shifting to rest on his haunches, then change his mind and move over to a spot near a creek not too far away. He always loved being near water, so to meditate in such a place with it near wasn’t new to him.
“Greymane.” As the wolf settles with his hindquarters on the ground once more, paw dipping into the cool liquid his gaze returns to the company. “It suits you.” With what can only be seen as a canine smile he’d look pointedly at the fur around the stag’s neck. That smile fades though as he hears how the other wants to leave so soon. It makes sense, he is a predator after all and he isn’t blind to the tension in the other’s frame despite his own calmness.
“I have no land, live within no pack. I prefer being alone...in the quiet places of the forest where I can meditate.” Pulling one paw out of the creek he’d flick it a few times then dip the other in, toes kneading softly enjoying the refreshing feeling. Spirit doesn’t keep his gaze trained on Greymane, not in a lack of interest but rather...a lack of hunting. He’s treating him like an equal of sorts as that is how he sees all creatures. “You don’t need to fight if you wish to leave. I am aware of my being a wolf and you, a stag but I prefer living in peace.” He’d look over again, giving a nod. “If you truly want to go then by all means, I hope you have safe travels. If not, then I am always happy to make new acquaintances, share stories and maybe become friends.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2019 5:52 pm
Meditate? Friends?
He watched Spirit Warrior cross to the river. He watched as the other male sat back on, easing into the moment with a strange familiarity that the stag was not accustom to. It was unnerving to watch and unsettling his core, but that was all Greymane felt compelled to do. Watch.
Because the instinct to run was there, no doubt, yet intrigue was all the more inviting for the time being. If the threat was not immediate than perhaps something could be salvaged. Something could be learned. Plus, he was certain he could take on a single dire wolf, or better yet out run one, should it come to that.
He was a little less worried. A little more curious. Without moving, he spoke out to the dark wolf before him.
"What would a wolf gain from befriending it's prey?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2019 6:35 am
“You are not my prey.”
The response came out quickly albeit in a calm tone. It no doubt looked strange for a wolf, especially full grown and healthy, to be speaking so easily with a stag. He knew this, wasn’t surprised by the caution nor the question. It gave a sense of sorrow at the same time though. As a natural predator he simply couldn’t expect those pegged to be the sustenance for a dire wolf to befriend him, let alone talk. It made for a lonely time, often. His beliefs in nature turned other wolves away normally too.
“I realize how this may very well look like a trick. I don’t blame you, Greymane.” Glancing over with a slight head tilt, the dark furred wolf remained seated. “If I was in your position...I would probably have left by now. Not because I plan anything, but simply because I am a predator. My kind eats yours...I however do not feed on your kind, personally.” Flicking his paw lightly to get water off of it he focuses on the matted fur, toes flexing. Whatever Spirit has stopped to look at seemed to be gone, so he rests it on the grass instead.
“I eat from smaller creatures, mainly fish. I have an acquaintance that is a bear and she taught me how to fish similarly to her.” His whole body is relaxed save for the ever vigilant ears atop his head, some part of him ready just in case someone else came wandering in too close. “What are your thoughts? I’m quite enjoying this though I do hope you can find a calm within.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2019 8:45 am
He stifled a scoff. That was a hard truth to swallow, especially when Greymane knew not the wolf he spoke with personally. The stag shifted his weight.
He was giving this conversation, and this creature, a chance. A chance to prove all the predispositions, the stigmas and stereotypes wrong. It was a stretch. And Greymane wouldn't then go around trusting every wolf he came across but... it might change some things.
When the questioning was turned to him, he grit his teeth. A bear companion? Predators making deep connections with other predators? It didn't bode well for the prey of Kells but... it was odd enough in its own right to warrant curiosity. Bears did not often saddle up with the dire wolves. They were competitors, not friends. So this supposed union would rightly give one pause.
He never left Spirit, even if his mind toyed with thought. His blue gaze was fixed. Always watching.
"I find it odd." He breathed sternly, considering for a moment just how much he would be willing to divulge. Then,
"I've met wolves like yourself before, but they have always been small. The small ones are the impressionable ones. They can be taught. They can adapt. The big ones are less likely to see reason in the face of hunger."
His guard dropped for but a moment as the image of a young, red and white pup flashed in his mind. Soul.
"Who taught you to renounce your hunger?"
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