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Post by Kaelan on Oct 28, 2009 18:26:19 GMT -5
If you looked hard enough, if you stared for a while you could catch the uncharacteristic uncertainty leaking past the hard defences of the young wolf. The anxiety, it could be mistaken as anticipation of this new adventure and all the things this land had to offer. And because of her new found beliefs in life she decided to pass it off that way, to let everyone think that the slight shaking of her small body and the way her eyes swam in every which direction was simply caused by the need to explore.
The first step, when entering a new land, it’s always the hardest. But crucial in survival. To remain fixed on the spot would be certain death, suicide. No water, no food. It was certain she would have to venture past her comfort zone to move into the new life this land was presenting to her.
So she took it. She lifted her paw, a dainty little movement and put it down slowly with scarcely a sound. Then another lifted and before she knew it she was pushing herself through the grass, her fur becoming dark with dew. Excitement soon took over, the blood pushing heavily through her veins and her heart racing. A wild abandon took over, the indestructible feeling of being young and unfettered and alive. She felt like a cub again and she allowed a few playful barks ring through the early morning air.
This is how she liked to be, alone. The truth of herself flying out in actions that she didn’t formulate in some intense passion to belong. Kicking paws about in wild formation she danced about, paws hitting the earth at an abnormal beat.
It was when she felt her paws sink into water and then mud that she stopped, chest heaving and looked down at the reflection of the wolf with the bright yellow eyes on the surface of the water. Taking a few steps back she lowered herself into the grass, resting her head on her paws and looking from between the grass out of the water. |
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Post by Kaziph on Oct 28, 2009 20:27:12 GMT -5
The acid green eyes shone brightly from the darkness of the wolf's black facade. She sat silently in the brushes, waiting, watching the distant water. She had learned early on that in hunting, watering holes - or lakes, for that matter - often attracted the best prey at dawn and dusk. Her dark form blended in well into the dying autumn foliage around her, and she hardly moved... except for those bright jade orbs. She had seen several wolves come to the water. Some had left, others had moved further along down the shore and so were no longer a threat to her stalking. The prey would come, eventually.
Suddenly, in the not so distant fields, the rushing of a creature caught her attention, and the she-wolf flattened her ears and tensed. Maybe this time she would catch something. Small rodents were only so good, and she really preferred hunting nearer the mountains than down here in this swampy, humid landscape. The creature, though, much to Beryl's chagrin, was another wolf, and a female at that. Beryl growled to herself, and then taking the initiative stepped out of her hiding place.
The black female was younger than this stranger, she assumed a few seasons at least. Beryl's body was nearly full grown in height, but she hadn't gained the filled out look that most wolves get around two or three years of age. She was thin and lanky looking, but her eyes - strange, boiling with emotion even when her thoughts were elsewhere - dared her company to mock her frame. She was a fighter by nature and wouldn't take well to being humiliated. She stood there, not quite glaring, at the new wolf, scenting her. I don't recognize you smell. Are you a loner? Beryl's scent, while mixed, contained traces of the fresh Kameskai clan smell.
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Post by Kaelan on Oct 29, 2009 17:09:53 GMT -5
The wolf’s head lifted at the sound of other’s approach. She hadn’t expected to be caught out here on her own. In fact, she had been hoping to meet wolves on her own terms in a different manner. Life had a way of throwing surprises at her and catching her off guard. Luckily she had grown accustomed to such happenings after a many years having them occur and she learned at a young age how to judge her reactions accordingly.
Kaelan was small by all means, and while the other wolf was lanky this other had the advantage of height. Kaelan’s size had always been lacking, she had been the runt of her brother’s and sister’s and perhaps even a little luck to have survived the initial months of her young life.
Slowly the rest of her frame lifted into a sitting position and yellow eyes swept over the frame of the other, and as the question was presented the young one tilted her head, ears moving forward to gather more then just the words but tone of voice. The other wolf’s voice, her words, they were not the words she expected to come from a young creature of any lands. Kaelan slowly lifted herself to her paws, standing as tall as she could and then forcing herself to become relaxed in the unnerving presence of the other she-wolf.
The deep set amber eyes of the wolf remained fixed not on the other wolf’s eyes but just above her head at a piece of grass. It wasn’t a challenge to the other, but also should that Kaelan would not be forced into a submissive position by this other female. The tail of the young one, grey with black throughout like most of her fur, flicked over the grass and rustled it behind her as she thought of the best approach to this other. It took a moment as thought boiled in bubbled in her brain before her tail stopped its friendly wag and settled, sitting still against the greenery.
“I am,’ she said in a slightly forceful voice. She left it at that, not bothering to explain her current situation, where she had come from and where she would be going. Not that she had planned that far ahead, herself. "This area does not seem to have the scent of a pack," she said more to reassure herself as she tilted her head into the air to take a generous amount of air through her nose, her eyes flicking to the other females for a moment before resume their staring at the long piece of grass positioned behind the other.
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Post by Kaziph on Nov 2, 2009 19:28:51 GMT -5
Beryl shifted sideways and back as Kaelan spoke, her green eyes following the gray and black one. No clan, new to the island... her scent, strange, confirmed it. There are only two packs on this island, and these lands are not within their lands. She blinked, and lowered her head over his neck. Do you seek a clan? She, likewise, wasn't willing to give too much information.
(Sorry, my muse is dead o.0)
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Post by Kaziph on Nov 16, 2009 20:23:40 GMT -5
Beryl's weight shifted as she waited for a response, but after a few moments the she-wolf pricked her ears toward the west. Something tingled down her spine, and she shivered as though with anticipation. She had heard, on the edge of hearing, a call that was both familiar and strange from the Kameskai Mountain range. It was her father's voice. It had been so long since she had heard from or seen any members of her family... her mother had been last, and that too was many moons before. She realized, and she blinked her emerald eyes sadly, that she had been away for too long... perhaps it was time to go home.
Since the newcomer hadn't answered her, Beryl's voice issued again. Forgive me, but I have just realized something, something I remembered that needs attending to. She flickered her ears as she backed away, putting distance between herself and the other loner before she turned her back to Kaelan. Her long and lanky frame gained speed, cutting the distance between herself and... her past and future both.
(Sorry for skipping out, I'm wanting to get a plot started somewhere else with this character)
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