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Post by Alice [!] on Feb 27, 2013 23:42:34 GMT -5
AsheFrom them a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be King.
Shrill bird calls pierced the quiet aura of the woodland, somehow mingling together in wondrous fits of music. Melody called louder than it loyal partner, of which kept the beat in the undertones of notes and rests. Not unlike most creatures of the forest, nature’s personal aviators were uneasy. These ones were not so fortunate to have migrated, but instead shoveled snow with their beaks in search of small morsels of nourishment. Even so, their pretty colors fluttered in the wind, blending into the trees as they disappeared into the organism’s faithful branches. Most of these vivid creatures would die in the coming months; but, that was nature’s way.
Moist dirt slipped between Ashe’s paws, similar to the way a slug may feel if you were unfortunate enough to step on one. Snow had been especially abundant that season, and the shade from the branches did little to protect one from nature’s harshness. But even there, between the crevices of dead greenery there was life, frantically digging beneath the surface as the light colored wolf picked her way across them. They were frightened, but Ashe meant them no harm. In fact, Ashe never killed unless to quench her hunger. She wasn’t sure where this respect for the rest of nature came from, but would always attribute it to the lessons she may have learned when she was young. Most of which were now forgotten.
Snow cluttered the ground in patches, meeting her paws with a chilly harshness. Yet, as her dark eyes scanned for the prairie she knew would be in the distance, one could not see any sign of discontent. Blankness filled her ebony stare, though not one of malice or despair. This was not unusual, as Ashe rarely bothered herself with emotion of any sort. Although a storm-bringer, the she-wolf’s apathy stemmed from more than just sheer bloodlines.
Ashe’s eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as sunlight struck her pupils rather severely, stemming from the thinning of trees into an open clearing of sorts. It was there that her temporary shelter resided, and the up-and-coming storm clouds made the small shack that much more inviting. As the wind ruffled her thick fur, the white wolf would be seen nudging open a loose board and shuffling inside. There was no heating of course, but the walls kept the wind out and her fur dry. For this she was thankful, and her gratitude shined in the way she carefully rearranged the board into its original position. Numerous entrances marked the place, but Ashe wasn’t afraid.
Tucking her lithe figure into a tight oval, the she-wolf settled onto the mattress of a very old bed. In it, she could still smell the faint aroma of its owner, and pondered the adventures that may have happened there. Warmth flooded her body as the chilling air was kept out by layer upon layer of fur, and sleep befell her as large snowflakes shrouded the sun outside.
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Post by lheer on Feb 28, 2013 23:22:46 GMT -5
The time had come. Winter was here, the frost was here, the coldest season of the year had arrived. It was a time when the earth hid away all of its coveted treasures beneath its thick white sheets of snow. Winter froze and decomposed things of the past, and brought about new things in the spring. New life, new food, new everything. This time of year challenged many creatures, and only those that fought for their survival won. They were marvelous beings that did, exemplifying their species wonderfully.
One of those creatures that were battling against the snow was the male wolf named Lheer. He had been wandering through the territory for only a couple of days now without any fuss. His stomach was decently full at the current time, and he looked healthy in appearance. The tri-colored male was enjoying his solitude here, with nothing but the bird songs to tickle his ears so far. But that would change, as most things in life do at one point or another.
Lheer was just minding his own business when other paw steps caught his attention. It wasn’t long before he could place a face with those steps. Another wolf. Lheer instantly questioned whether he should just turn and walk away now, or investigate this situation a little bit more first. He hadn’t thought that anyone else was around, so he had to be quick on his toes. After a moment’s silent debate, the male chose the latter option. He would figure out exactly what was going on here. The Eurasian male began to follow the female wolf, with or without her knowledge.
Lheer padded after the she-wolf at a moderate pace, crimson eyes watching her every move that she made. He was trailing her a few steps behind, memorizing the path that she took, and a short grin was perched temporarily on his features. She had led him directly to a place of shelter and protection. The place was a little ramshackle and slightly weathered, but at least it was better than freezing to death tonight. The male hated any form of cold weather; he tried to avoid it at all costs. Lheer decided that he might be able to talk his way into being able to stay here. And maybe he could find a way to expedite the female’s exit so that he could have the establishment all to himself. Work smarter and not harder they say.
The male wolf padded up to the entrance that he saw the she-wolf take and scratched at the door like an ever so dapper gentlemen. He would have to put on the charm in able to gain a hint of trust, for now at least. Who knew what the future would hold later on. Lheer reclined on his haunches and wrapped his bushy tail around his paws, awaiting an answer. This was a surprisingly effective way to warm his feet when Lheer remained stagnant. “Hello…anybody home?” the wolf asked in a calm manner. There were underlying tones to the wolf’s voice, but only those that knew him best or those that were really attentive could catch them.
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Post by Alice [!] on Mar 1, 2013 19:18:14 GMT -5
AsheFrom them a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be King.
As the arctic female settled into what would hopefully be a fitful slumber, she allowed her mind to wander a bit. These memories rarely troubled her now, although they plagued her dreams constantly. Even now she could faintly recall the metallic taste of blood on her tongue. The gurgle of defeat filled her years, and rain slid through her thick fur to penetrate her skin. All these sensations she presently felt, and yet could truly feel nothing. Numbness lingered inside her, but whether not that was a good or bad thing, she could not say. Nor could anyone else, really. No wolf knew of her story, and she had little motivation to share what went on behind closed doors. Or, in this case, eyelids.
Taken out of her quiet inflection by a soft scraping noise, Ashe opened her dark orbs to realize that little time had passed. Snow still fell in the size of small pebbles, and the clouds were yet to shroud the sun from view. Having always been painfully observant, the female could only deduce that she had been followed. While Ashe rarely frightened, she still had the wherewithal to be wary. Shifting in position slightly, she was still awfully relaxed for a situation that could easily prove to be dangerous. Her paws remained tucked away beneath her chest, warmed by the folds of fur there. Perhaps even a bit too warm for a wolf built to withstand extreme temperatures.
The speech that came soon after was surprisingly chipper, if not also calm. ”Hello…anybody home?” The wooden exterior and lack of wind meant zero methods of identifying this stranger, but his gender was clear. Casting and holding her gaze on the entrance she had chosen – and thus his choice as well – she pondered his intentions. Ashe knew that, at that moment, she reserved the power in the given circumstances. A simple response would warrant entrance into this humble abode, whereas silence would most likely lead to abandonment. And, if not that, a snarl would most likely do the trick.
Shifting to look out the small window to her left, Ashe noted the thickness of which the snow fell now. Not everyone was built quite like she, and so something inside her relented. Characteristically silent, she would speak now, in an even tone that told little. “Come in.” Such a simple phrase, as was her disposition. The she-wolf did not speak much, and even this small gesture of socialization felt alien. But Ashe did not claim this sorry little shack; it was not her place to deny anyone entrance. Many months had passed since her last true interaction with another of her kind. This chance encounter held many opportunities, most of which would be met with a simple departure in the coming morning.
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Post by lheer on Mar 4, 2013 19:28:42 GMT -5
When a voice was heard from inside of the formation, the Eurasian male’s ears perked on his head lightly. He grunted in acknowledgement of the voice and stood to his paws without a second thought. Lheer nosed his way through the wooden door then, feigning a little trouble at first as to not seem over eager to make an appearance. Company wasn’t always his thing, per se. The male was just fine foraging his own path in this territory alone and would have been fine should access have been denied. However, now that he was allowed to come in by invitation, he might as well see what was to become of it. Good things or bad things, come what may, the wolf was going to see this thing through.
The tri-colored beast gave a mighty shake of his coat before raising a paw to enter into the little shack. Little droplets of snow that had landed and melted on the wolf fled from his coat promptly. Over all the years, some manners seemed to have stuck with Lheer, much to his own surprise and intrigue. There were times that they seemed to disappear and reappear without much notice being taken. After his coat was a little bit more suitable to be seen, Lheer strolled inside without any more preface.
Once inside the wooden structure, Lheer replaced the board outside as he’d seen it done before. He gave the room a once over before coming to face the she-wolf head on. “So, you’re the one who led me to this delightful place. I have you to thank for getting me out of the cold,” the male said without ceremony or secret. He came within a few feet of the female, crimson eyes holding a sense of mirth to them. A slow sway of his tail behind him was also permitted, before it came to a stop. “The name’s Lheer, who might you be?” he asked tilting his head to left in question before tilting it back to its normal position. The wolf didn’t know what to expect from this point out honestly, for he had virtually stalked the female here without her knowledge. The female could just ignore him and return to her interrupted slumber, engage him, or whatever she bloody well pleased. Any way would have suited the otherwise solitary beast. He just found a good opportunity to investigate and came knocking at the door.
The Eurasian male lie down near her on the far end of the bed, keenly aware of the space between them, with his head lifted up like one of those Egyptian Sphinxes. He casually licked the snow from between a few of his toes before refocusing his attention back on his female counterpart. At this point, the male was just getting a feel for the she-wolf, testing her boundaries and searching for clues as to her personality. He was analyzing other things as well, the many cogs in that thick skull of his turning round and round.
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Post by Alice [!] on Mar 4, 2013 20:19:54 GMT -5
AsheFrom them a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be King.
Like any wolf would, Ashe awaited the company of this stranger. If she held true to any sort of normalcy, she perhaps would have pondered his existence before catching sight of him, or at least prepare herself for the strangeness of two loners meeting and sharing shelter. Assuming he was a loner, of course. Pack mates never wandered far from the hierarchy. At least, that’s what the she-wolf could remember of her time in company’s embrace. Too much danger had seemed to lie outside of the pack. Loneliness had been a foreign place, and it was ironic that that was the only state she found herself in at present.
The male who entered was far sturdier than Ashe, who had a lithe and nimble appearance about her. He seemed eager to speak, a fact gathered simply by the manner in which he entered and made himself at home. Her eyes followed him, not wary or with caution, but instead a slow movement that simply tracked his paw-steps. His fur was muddled. A mixture that the female couldn’t tell if she liked or not, and didn’t have the interest to really find out. After all, she was yet to meet a wolf who matched Fell in beauty. This visitor was painfully ordinary in her eyes, a comment that some may find offensive while Ashe cared little for their no doubt exaggerated response.
”So, you’re the one who led me to this delightful place. I have you to thank for getting me out of the cold.” The gray creature regarded this sparingly, as was her way. As their eyes met, Ashe did not entertain his amused expression. A part of her almost recoiled away from it, although this expression would never come to light. No, instead there was that simplistic placidness. While this wolf was unknown to her, even she could see that she had little reason to be threatened – at least at that moment. This one’s true intentions were yet to be seen, despite the fact that the impending weather would be enough to make a wolf take shelter with just about anyone. As her father had once said, “A stranger’s mystery is never-ending”.
”The name’s Lheer, who might you be?” Shifting somewhat, Ashe allowed herself to lean slightly so as to keep an eye on this “Lheer”. Something about him she did not like. Perhaps it was his forwardness, or blatant disregard for personal space. An odd occurrence, bearing in mind these things rarely bothered her. The she-wolf could not pinpoint it, yet didn’t allow it to interfere with her current state of socialization too considerably. “I am Ashe.” Like usual, the female didn’t make an effort to further the conversation. Not unlike a spider on its web, Ashe rarely chased for things.
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Post by lheer on Mar 5, 2013 20:14:06 GMT -5
“Pleasure to meet you Ashe,” the male responded simply, his tail thumping gently on the fabric for a moment. Lheer was just flying by the seat of his furry pants up to this point, seeing as they both weren’t the most talkative of animals. The male wolf went silent for a moment, just gathering his thoughts and trying to make sense of it all. He didn’t think this far ahead when he came here, he was just following someone’s lead to be honest. Lheer’s first goal was that he simply wanted to take up shelter here, he supposed, which was not the most interesting of tasks in the first place. For a bit, the wolf’s thoughts drifted to somewhere far, far beyond this place, back when he was with his first family. He would try to stand out and catch the attention of his parents with all of his might back then. But now those childish antics had stopped entirely. Living a life without accountability to anyone seemed to be the easier route these days, or so Lheer thought.
Seeing as Ashe was undaunted by his presence, he was content to just lie where he was. Small talk wasn’t the greatest ideas for wolves meeting for the first time. They didn’t know a thing about each other and thus couldn’t inquire about the health of the other’s family members or any of that jazz. So Lheer simply let the silence drift between them, and if the she-wolf wanted to continue to talk to him then, so be it. His sides gently moved up and down with each breath, and a small sigh came once from deep within his chest as well.
ooc;; This post...is terrible. I have severe writer's block, but I wanted to get something up because it took an eternity last time. XD
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