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 Posted: Wed May 20, 2020 3:29 pm
 White Walker hadn't noticed the irony in his name until very recently. It seemed as though the majority of what he'd done with his life was walk around without aim or purpose. It didn't bother him, per say. He had just grown sort of used to it. It wasn't until a chance meeting with a wolfdog, a petite, yet feisty little thing that he'd even considered settling down. Not with her, goodness knows, he couldn't even remember her name at this point. They'd spent a fair bit of time with her. She'd had pups. Presumably his, but they were born with her curly tail and petite figures. Looking at them, he couldn't see the resemblance. He'd raised them to be independent, but the last he'd heard of her, she was going to take them into a pack to be raised among other wolfdogs, effectively shutting him out.
The idea of settling mixed with the notion of not wanting to be shut out by anyone. If he joined a pack, though the idea of joining one still sounded so foreign to him, he wanted to at least have a friend there first. How he was going to acquire that friend he had no idea, but the first step he supposed, was checking around any pack borders and sizing up the territory from an outside view. So, off he started. He wondered if he'd have to change his name to White Settler, in the event that he managed to find a friend and by extension a pack to join.
Well, He reasoned, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
He'd looked plenty of places, been chased from some borders, got put to sleep by flowers around the territories of others. He was starting to wonder if he would ever find anywhere to make a friend or settle, when he at last came to rest in a forest. He'd been tracking wolf scents for a while and approached it with caution at first, before determining that even if he was near a pack's borders, he didn't sense anyone coming around now. He lay down under a shady tree and let out a sigh, hoping to dispel some of his jitters.
"I travel all over in search of a Kracken, find evidence of such and report back, only to get nervous when the case of talking to other wolves comes up." He laughed at himself. "Good grief, Walker. You've faced larger monsters than this."
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 8:41 am
 It was mid-day, which was more like morning to those of the Swiftfell, and Ashen Spruce was headed out on patrol. The burly protector she was took her job seriously - perhaps too seriously - and as such was stone-faced as she stalked her way toward the borderlands. When she reached the part of the forest where the pack scent began to taper off, mixing with the scent of other passerby, she began to snake along that path, winding her body around the trees that stood in her way.
After some time, Ashen Spruce picked up a trail that smelled fresh - the scent of it was foreign but captivating, filling her nose as she lifted it to the skies to drink it in. A wolf, likely close nearby. Her tail stood at attention, ears perked forward as she focused on following the trail. It wasn’t long before Spruce spotted the culprit. Curled up beneath a tree was a large, pale wolf - she couldn’t see his orange chest and neck fur from her vantage point - who seemed to be perfectly at peace just inside Swiftfell territory. Her pack’s territory. She bristled at that.
Doing her duty, as was her job, she marched forward, not bothering to cover up the sound of her pawsteps. She was rather large for her sex, and honestly wasn’t great at creeping. As she drew near, she cleared her throat. “You. What are you doing here?” Her eyes narrowed as she came to a stop a safe distance away. Although she prided herself in her fighting ability - much like her half-sister, Ghost Whisper - she knew better than to initiate any kind of closeness or physical contact. Better to be safe than sorry. “Don’t you smell that you’re in pack territory?” {WC: 298}
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2020 1:47 am
White Walker raised his head and turned it to the sound of the stranger. Despite the heavy footsteps, the voice sounded feminine and sure enough, once he spotted her it was plain to see that she was female. And a pretty one at that. Not that this was quite the place nor the time for it, given how she was growling at him.
"Am I?" He asked and sniffed. The pack smell was strong, indeed, but he believed himself to be just outside of the border, not inside of it. "Oh dear, now I really do feel rude. I meant to be lingering on your border to be found, not inside of it. I'm getting up to stand, but I'll make no further movements, alright?" He informed her and got up slowly. Stretching and yawning, before shaking his fur out of any natural bits that could have gotten caught in his pelt, he eventually turned to face the newcomer.
"As to what I'm doing here, I'm looking for a pack. Your pack by the look of your fur bushing out." He observed. "Well, I say I'm looking for your pack, really I'm just looking for a group to join? No one in particular, just.. just the right one, you know? I've been spending all of my life-do you mind if I sit?" He asked, but sat anyway to continue. "I've been spending all of my life as a rogue, you see. A loner without any great purpose in life and not for lack of trying. I thought I was meant to see a Great Owl, but she didn't want to see me. I just got to see a pesky crow and pesky crows are everywhere." He rolled his eyes. "And then, I thought maybe I was supposed to be a Monster Hunter, but it turns out, monsters aren't at all what they're cracked up to be." A sigh here and he lowered his head to nibble at one of his legs where a flea had made jumped on. Once he was certain it was gone, though the itching still persisted, it raised his head to look back at the female. "So then I thought, alright, most wolves join a pack when they have no other purpose in life, right? So I started looking there. Only instead I found a number of cults or over-protective family groups. I'm hoping that whichever your pack is, it falls into a separate normal category. As if I were to be so lucky." He snorted.
"So, she-wolf of obsidian and snow, what pack do you come from?" He inquired with perked ears. "And, pray tell, whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
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