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Post by ~Faded-Light~ on Mar 7, 2006 13:59:26 GMT -5
;D
From the throat of the she-wolf known as Faded emerged a low whine as snow began to fall from the grey-blue clouds that blocked the warm sunlight. The first few crystal-white flakes fell onto her nose as if they were teasing her, and as it began to fall heavier she snapped at them. It was a futile game, but the snow was not welcomed and this she-wolf was bored. She had left autumn behind, traversing through lands with little but a few fat mice, rats, and skimpily filling rabbits to feed on. The raven colored wolf had not eaten in a few days and was eager for a good meal, but expected naught. Winter-time brought ice and strangled the life force of the vegetation before working on to possible meals for the hunters. It was cold, she was hungry, and it only got colder as the night fell.
A thin blanket covered the ground beneath her, just enough that her tracks were left behind for any and all to follow. There was no where to hide; no where she may have escaped from the darkness that consumed the land. Even the clouds broke the view of the pinpoints of light that resided in the sky. There was nothing. No moon, no company, no mirth... just loneliness and snow.
Sighing Faded decided she didn't care anymore. If this was what Mother Earth decided the season to be it wasn't going to change. She'd just have to accept it, gracefully as if it really mattered.
She huffed a sigh and looked up towards the sky but grimaced when a flake of snow fell into her eye. Cursed weather… The world was clothed in darkness, but her sharp eyes made out the forms of objects around her through the screen of black. A boulder with an overhanging edge looked like it would provide some form of shelter from the ice crystals, and it was there she decided to rest for the night oblivious to what may come of it.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 8, 2006 17:51:36 GMT -5
Allanon was restless, his mind and soul refusing to remain quiet and still when he lay snuggly curled in a den carved into a snow drift. He willed himself to rest, tucking his nose under his busy tail and squeezing his eyes shut. When the Sandman refused to come for him, the brute heaved and irritated sigh and clawed his way out of his icey nest. The twilight had brought with it frigid temperatures and a brisk breeze that ruffered his sable pelt. Shivering in spite of himself, Allanon pinned his ears to his skull to keep them from going numb with chill.
For quite some time the brute wandered aimlessly, allowing his restless pads to wander where they may. He squinted through the swirling snow at the winter wonderland around him. Winter wonderland my arse. It's bloody miserable. I've got to be an idiot to be wandering around out here. Just then, he caught the scent of a stranger that was nearly obscurred by the frigid air. He trotted toward the source of the scent, every now and again breaking through a snow drift to become powdered in sticky snowflakes.
Eventually, Allanon made his way to the source of the scent: a black form curled beneath a protruding boulder. Unsure as to the beast's identity, he crouched low several yards away. His haunches were gathered up under him and every sinew was coiled and ready to spring at the first sign of danger. Deciding to through caution to the wind, or perhaps deciding that death by beast was better than death by hypothermia, Allanon stalked towards to immobile form.
Wide pads crunched softly on the fresh snow, every step bringing him closer to his target. Before long, he stood over the figure, amber orbs burning dimmly in the night. A low rumble began deep in his chest and forced its way free through bared silver fangs.
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Post by ~Faded-Light~ on Mar 8, 2006 20:19:30 GMT -5
Sage orbs that had been hidden by heavy sleep laden lids slit open as a low rumble filled the air. Faded could feel a warmth near her, an unusual thing to one so used to being alone. Silver tipped ears perked up in alarm then back against her skull in slight fear. It was an unusual emotion for her, one she hadn't experienced since a time this she-wolf could no longer recall. As she peered up at the towering form beside her a low whine escaped from her throat like a mouse's squeak compared to a lion's roar. Her head rested atop faded-grey paws that dug into the ground beneath her completely prepared to spring her away if this form was an attacker.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 9, 2006 16:17:50 GMT -5
When the lump at his feet startled awake, Allanon snarled savagely, ready to fasten sharp fangs on warm flesh if the intruder made a move to attack. But the form never moved. All it did was tense up and voice a high, feminine whine. Allanon involuntarily winced, the femme hitting just the right notes to send a shiver racing down his spine. Standing firm, he stretched himself to his full height, tail and ears held erect. With bared fangs and growls filling the air, Allanon cut quite a menacing figure. For all his angry posturing, his voice was calm and quiet. Akin to a serpent's hiss, it was as cold and hard as the boulder that hung over their heads.
Greetings, jezebel. Don't you know you shouldn't wander alone at night? All sorts of horrible things could happen to a little doll such as youself and there would be no one to save you, no one to hear you scream. So what is it that you deem worthy enough to bring you here? Be quick, my patience won't last long.
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Post by ~Faded-Light~ on Mar 14, 2006 3:45:47 GMT -5
Forgive me elder, I mean not to try your patience, though a jezebel I am not... I am Faded if it so pleases you to know, and I have ventured through the autumn to these lands of white powdered crystals.
Her paws relaxed, stiffened body slacking as she let the hold of fear upon her fade into nothing. The silver-grey that accented her paws and ears nearly blended into the white world around them, but her coal colored body stuck out like a sore thumb. Sitting up prepared to stand if necessary she faced her greeter with a blank look on her face, but emotion twinkled in the green orbs staring out at him. The snow was beginning to slow already having encased the world in its chill blanket.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 15, 2006 0:55:51 GMT -5
When the femme showed no signs of aggression, Allanon relaxed a hair and ceased snarling, though his attitude remained cold and formal. C.ocking his head, a slow smirk split his lips.
Aye, Faded, it does please me to know, as does your level of respect. However, I am not fully pleased with your explanation of your purpose here. But, I suppose that matters not. You are now here and that will not change simply because I know what caused your pads to travel down the trail. The question remains to be answered is whether you shall be allowed to remain here.
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Post by ~Faded-Light~ on Mar 23, 2006 20:33:08 GMT -5
That, elder, would be a choice I am not apt to make. I leave it to your knowledge and assessment of who and what I am.
Her tone was melodic, slow enough to appear emotionless, but quick enough to where it did not seem she was stalling for time. Cautiously, she sat up on her haunches, tail curled about hind legs, the grey tip draped across her front paws. Her head dipped low in a gesture that showed the other wolf was above her, both in status and in strength. Faded realized this and would not throw it to the wind. The glistening of the snow around them caught her eye and she grimaced, then glared at the white specks of ice with animosity.
Forgive me, for I did not answer your question directly as should have been done. Let me re-spin the web of my speech in order to give that which you wish in return to your question.
Taking a deep breath she let it out, the warmth and humidity in her breath causing a cloud to emerge from her parted lips.
As you know my name is Faded, Faded Light if you so wish the full identification with which I dubbed myself nearly thirteen moons ago this rising. My wandering paws brought me here, pads once submerged in the scent of blood have sought out and found a land of white purity where the aura of shadows does not seem to reside. Here is where I ended my journey, for now in any case. These lands, yours as I am assuming you have claimed them, beckoned me I suppose. Perhaps the threads of fate have wound about my withered soul and will not relinquish their hold till I find the place where I belong. They're vice grip has loosened, and my bones don't feel like those of a once-was alpha now passing to the next plane of existence. I have ventured here because... it feels right.
She shook her head in order to disrupt her thoughts and remove her from the world of her mind that now encompassed her. Eyes flicked a quick jade before flowing back into the emotionless dark sage they were as a norm. It was the only sign of emotion she gave, and after that her eyes went blank and cold. Peering up at the brute she ventured a gentle grin of relief, removing it from her maw as soon as it had appeared. Patiently in the chill snow she awaited his reply.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 23, 2006 23:28:04 GMT -5
Allanon's eyes closed in thought as he mulled over the bytch's words. Her reasoning for venturing to Druid Ridge was so close to his own. To shake of the shackles of the past, to forget, to find peace. She was right about this place feeling right. There was no evil here as their had been in his own homeland, a place where it had hung like a reeking haze that slowly poisened the land and its inhabitants. His brows furrowed as thoughts of home rushed unbidden through his mind. Twin embers flashed into life as the brute's eyes snapped open, sending his waking nightmares fleeing to the recesses of his mind.
Your words are spoke with an honest voice. I beleive you when you say you wish for something better. I am very sorry that you have had hardships in your life that have driven you here. How could I deny you even the chance to begin anew, especially when I can relate to the feeling this land gives off. This whole terra exudes an inviting aura, like even the worst of the vagabonds and riffraff can find peace here.
He cleared his throat, picking and choosing what he would say next quite conscious of the fact that he was going straight from snarling at this femme to showing genuine concern for her well being.
I can't turn you away after traveling so far. I give you my blessing to reside in this realm, so long as you don't prove my trust falsely bestowed. You are free to join the pack or branch off on your own as a lone wolf. The decision lies solely with you if you even decide to stay. What will you do?
The tip of his tail twitched nervously, afraid that the femme might object to his offer. He never did handle rejection well.
[ooc: chica, I don't care what you decide. you. Druid Ridge Board. Call to the Hunt topic. Post. Now! We are hunting horses soon. All those vile members who have forsaken us will feel our wrath! Mwahahaha!!!]
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Post by ~Faded-Light~ on Mar 24, 2006 1:06:36 GMT -5
It is incredibly gracious of you to offer me this opportunity, though the decision may prove to be harder than intended. My life was as a wanderer, the sections of it that I can recall. I have always been alone, and that is almost the way it feels it should be... however on a deeper note I know I long for the company of... shall we say a pack? Or at least another member of the same species. I have been lost to the loneliness of my own thoughts for such a long time that it is nearly a whisper of memory that shows a time when there were others. Perhaps that is only the psyche playing tricks... as it is I have known no other pack, nor nothing else before these past four seasons. Blessed elder, I thank you immensely...
The black bytch's head bowed, her back arching as she dipped low then came back up with a light spring to her moves.
Though... I... am at a crossroads of sort. One to the twilight, one to the dawn, and the other to the faded whispering words of the blackest starry sky. I will stay, though I cannot guarantee that I will be predominantly present with the pack. My presence may fade in and out over the course of time, though know, I will always be present if you or any of the pack is in need of assistance or protection. I will not forget the kindness you have shown me today. Though... forgive me elder, for it was never a question asked nor an answer bestowed to a silent one... I'd like to inquire, what would you wish that I call you?
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Post by Allanon on Mar 24, 2006 17:51:09 GMT -5
Allanon grinned roughishly and attempted to imitate Faded's bow. His movements were more jerky and uncoordinated than the fluid movements of the lithe femme.
My apologies, ducks. I did not mean to be so rude. My name is Allanon, though I have been dubbed many things in my life. You may clall me what you wish, though 'elder' is one reference that I do not much like. My muzzle has yet to be frosted with age. In fact, I don't beleive I am many seasons older than yourself. 'Elder' denotes great age and wisdom, two qualities I have yet to gain possession of.
I am pleased to hear that you will remain for the tme being. Travel where you wish in this realm; you are free to come and go as you please. I know it can be hard for gypsy paws to find a piece of ground to call home. If you find one day that remaining with this pack is no longer an option, so be it. The day with come when either the heart or the body will no longer permit travel. When that day comes, you will still be welcome.
Allanon yawned and stretched, claws scratching against the earth as he flexed is paws. Shaking himself, he motioned down the trail.
How 'bout we get out of here. I don't think you want stay huddled under a boulder forever.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 27, 2006 23:58:29 GMT -5
[ooc: Oh where, oh where has the little dog gone? Oh where, oh where can she be?
I'm all alone. Abandoned. Forsaken. Deserted. -sniffles- Faded! Where are you? Marco...]
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Post by ~Faded-Light~ on Mar 29, 2006 19:06:42 GMT -5
For a moment a soft grin illuminated her face, giving an almost haunting glow to the normally cold jade of her irises. As soon as it had appeared though, it was gone. Like the wind whispering through the trees or the snow falling to the earth emotion could disappear without a trace in an instant. Laughing coolly at his comment the femme replied.
No, I don't suppose lurking under a boulder would do much good to either of us. Not when the sky's flakes of ice have stopped falling and all is still but pristine. Where shall we head then... Allanon?
She tested the name, a bit meekly at first, but like the way it rolled smoothly off her tongue. It did suit the brute much more than elder had. He was right, age had not yet kissed his form, though she did have to say his bow was a bit awkward. Perhaps though, he was unused to such gestures. Shaking herself out of thought Faded looked up at him with a ferocity in her eyes, a spark of feeling much like she could recall before the black overtook her memory. The she-wolf wasn't quite sure what it was, but perhaps it meant she had found a place to be.
To ruin such a glorious day by sitting about would be useless and awfully boring. Let our paws guide us, for now I will follow you. This land is new to me, and there is much I have left to learn...
About you and this place, thought the bytch as her silver tipped tail swayed gently back and forth behind her.
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