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Post by Shai'Ren on Nov 27, 2009 10:03:08 GMT -5
R a e l i k It's a slow fade when you give yourself away…
It's a slow fade, when black and white have turned to gray…Paws deftly placed themselves on the floor, making sure not to hit a stray assembly of water or stick. Absolute stealth was needed, and thanks to his dark cloak on his back, he would be invisible to anyone who might have been looking through the holes in the ceiling to find him. The tunnels of Akeldama were something few knew about in that old clan, and thankfully his father had risked his life to allow him a chance at freedom.
There were no maybes about tonight. He would live or he would die. His auds were pointed back, waiting for the alarm that would start a search party, but he heard no alarm nor a form chasing him. Could I really be that lucky? He doubted it. His whole life had been nothing but a string of uneventful things; why should this be any different?
Muscles almost begging for a break, the brute stopped and looked for something he might use to get to the surface. Caution was the word on his mind as he carefully raised his head above ground. All senses said it was clear, and he allowed himself to slip out of the tunnels and into night.
It had been many moons since he had laid his speckled cloud-and-sun eyes on a land outside what the nomads walked. That was when his father and his mother were alive. His orbs trailed over to the more northern lands. That was where his freedom now beckoned him. For now, though, he would take a quick rest. Eyes were trained on the darkness, senses on full alert for anyone that might attempt to chase him.
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid…
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Post by Tay on Nov 27, 2009 13:26:12 GMT -5
Mora
Mora had run from the Lake to the Meadows. She stay there for a day or so, giving either of the two time to catch up if they wished. When no one showed she had shrugged pleasantly and continued the way she had for all her years on the Island. She ran over all the loner lands and eventually ended up in the Akeldama. It was night now, and she found herself irritated at the lack of a moon.
She now paused over the dry and dusty landscape. Her amber orbs swept over everything she could see, which wasn't much in the inky darkness. She had long since decided that the Deadlands were her least favorite place. Even the moon seemed to dislike shining down here. She gave a sighed, and doing so brought her the smell of a male.
She gazed off in his direction and wondered how wise it would be to try and start a conversation with an unknown male in the dark and alone. She flicked her banner, thinking. Her ears were constantly moving, searching for any sounds she should be aware of. She gave a mental shrug. She was a big girl, and a very fast runner.
If the male gave any sign of threat, which she doubted he'd do anyway, she could just gracefully tuck tail and flee. Her amber orbs looked deep into the dark once more, before she raised her head to the moonless heavens. Her song lifted from her maw and seemed to be captured by the thick darkness.
She lowered her head, her last tones fading. If he wished for company, she knew he would come. If not, she'd find a place to sleep well away from his scent. |
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Post by Shai'Ren on Nov 27, 2009 13:52:46 GMT -5
R a e l i k It's a slow fade when you give yourself away…
It's a slow fade, when black and white have turned to gray…This indeed would be a sleepless night. Adrenaline was keeping his heart at a steady pace; the momentary rest had kept his muscles from collapsing upon him, making him ready for more action. He'd thought about staying in the area until morning. If things went bad, he could duck beneath the surface of the earth and zip away.
A song floated through the air, one he certianly did not know. Because of its newness to his ears, he was slightly relieved. He probably would not be in fear of chase if a more northern wolf was accompanying him for the moment. Though, he would not risk a song in reply, just in case the nomads would attempt to take the loner, too. Eyes, trained in the direction of the howl, he began a slow approach.
He caught her scent, now not relying on memory of direction to lead him. His grey and saffron speckled eyes lay on the femme. He kept his auds and tail in a neutral fashion, for he did not want to chase away his only chance at surviving the night. Greetings, there. He spoke gently, as though the wolfess before him were very fragile thing. Perhaps it was due to his lack of socialization to anything that wasn't hostile against him. What he really wanted to say was thank you, but he wasn't sure that she'd understand at all, and left it at that.Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid…
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Post by Tay on Nov 27, 2009 14:24:42 GMT -5
Mora
Mora watched as a darker shape materialized before her. She noticed his gentle voice, and her amber orbs had a small glimpse of confusion pass through them. His voice held a tone of thankfulness, and she was puzzled over this for a moment. She then shook her pelt and her banner waved in greeting.
She watched him for a moment and took a few steps closer. She still was far enough away that if he chose to make the wrong move she could turn and be off before his paws could land in the imprints she was now making. Hello. I caught your scent and was wondering if perhaps you'd like some company. I'm Mora.
She glanced into the dark behind him, hating the oppressive feeling the dark here had. As if something might be about to happen. She shook her head and looked back to the dark male, awaiting his answer. I always feel silly asking for company as a loner. It's just so nice to have someone to converse with every now and again.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Nov 27, 2009 14:43:10 GMT -5
R a e l i k It's a slow fade when you give yourself away…
It's a slow fade, when black and white have turned to gray…The brute offered a small smile to Mora, glad she was friendly. It wasn't something he was used to encountering. Raelik. Some company would be great. His muscles relaxed as he sat where he stood, not wanting the fae to feel threatened by him. Even so, he still kept his ears focused, knowing that the calm mood could switch instantly.
I'm not naturally a loner. I do not know what it is like without company for long periods of time. He had been aware of loner wolves for a long enough time. His father had entrusted him with whatever knowledge he had for the more northern lands. This place, Akeldama, was the edge of his known world, the tip of his imaginary map. Father had said that the loners of the island generally were even-mannered, except for one or two. Meeting a crazy wolf was one of the worse scenarios that could happen now, along with getting caught.
His eyes refocused from the land beyond them back to the fae. The saffron in his eyes weren't sparkling at that moment, blending in with the dullness of the gray. Do you know much about the northern lands? It is where I need to go, though I've never been further than here. If luck truly was with him, she would know something helpful. If not, it meant nothing. Either way he would be there soon enough, and he felt his ablities were well off enough that he could find his own way.
[/font][/color][/size] Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid…
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Post by Tay on Nov 27, 2009 16:57:46 GMT -5
Mora
Mora smiled back to Raelik. She was relieved the brute had responded so well to company. She nodded in response to his silent words. I used to be a pack wolf, once upon a time. I've found this way of life grows on certain wolves. She walked a little closer, so that she was at a comfortable talking distance. She tilt her head as he spoke.
He smelled mostly of the Island, not some weird or exotic scent. It caught her off guard, that he wasn't from the Isle. She supposed she should be prepared for such events, though, and shrugged it off. The North? I assume you mean the very north of the Isle? She glanced toward the North, recalling the lands there.
Well, most of the lands lie to the North. I'll tell you of the others too, if you wish. To the very North of where we are lies the Lake of Yorian. It is a loner land, like this. I suppose you'd be more interested in the Clans though? The Lake borders the lands of the Kameskai. They are a mountain clan. From their scents they've been strengthening their numbers. A good time for someone to join. She gave him a friendly smile.
A little less North, following the edge of the Isle, you will see a forest. The Ravilin Clan lives there. I know they were ruled by a lone female Alpha, I'm not sure if they still are. Though I know there has been no word of change. There has been an air of...unease about the Forest. She shrugged. There is of course, the Atyka Meadows as well. My favorite place. She tilt her head, with a hopeful look in her orbs.
Is that of any help? I assume you are looking for a clan to join, yes? She paused, and then looked back to him with a apologetic expression. I'm sorry if I seem nosy. It comes with age, I believe. |
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Post by Shai'Ren on Nov 27, 2009 17:18:51 GMT -5
R a e l i k It's a slow fade when you give yourself away…
It's a slow fade, when black and white have turned to gray… Raelik's mostly ebony auds flicked forward as the wolfess spilled word after word from her mouth. He wasn't used to having to absorb so much at once. His cranium turned towards the north so he could plot everything in his head while she talked. When he heard her talk of the mountains, he turned his head back towards her to make certain he was paying attention.
After she finished, he turned his head away again, looking for the mountains the fae was speaking of.My father... had told me to go north after he died. He said that I might be able to find a home with the ones that reside in the mountains. His orbs fell towards the ground. He hadn't indicated when the event had taken place, and perhaps that was for the better. He'd managed to keep his emotions in perfect check... perhaps that was because that was what the nomads had instilled in him.
Do not worry about being nosy.[/color] That small smile graced the darkness again. Where I'm from, you wouldn't even be close to the definition.[/color]He snickered quietly, as if trying to hide it. That's very helpful. I have something to go off of. Thank you... again.[/font][/color][/size] Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid…
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Post by Tay on Nov 27, 2009 17:36:59 GMT -5
Mora
Mora nodded to his words. She gave frowned sadly as he spoke of his Father. I am sorry for your loss Raelik. I haven't heard anything of the Mountain wolves being overly strict or mean toward loners. Perhaps your Father knew one of them. I'm sure you won't have any trouble with them.
She smiled as he thanked her for her help. No need to thank me. Any wolf would've helped you the same. Well, any friendly wolf. I should thank you. For allowing me company tonight. Consider us even.
Her amber orbs looked to the sky and she noted that with the presence of another friendly soul the air did not seem so oppressing, and the darkness did not seem so thick and hopeless. She was glad, for the Akeldama was not a fun place to be while alone. Especially at night. |
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Post by Shai'Ren on Nov 27, 2009 17:53:27 GMT -5
R a e l i k It's a slow fade when you give yourself away…
It's a slow fade, when black and white have turned to gray…When Mora spoke of his loss, he merely shook his head. As far as he was concerned, he owned nothing. He was born only to become absorbed with the wolves of the south and live a life of obedient servitude with no reward for his actions. The only reason he lived now was because his father told him to. For his sake. For the sake of the one wolf who loved him.
If you don't mind me saying, Mora, Raelik tilted his head to the side, his ears falling over his head in a funny sort of way, I do not see why any wolf would not want to have a little company with you.[/color] A sincere smile was shown to the fae, and Raelik laughed at himself in his head. These sort of manners never would have passed the nomad's eyes, unless they were directed to his father. Who would he be without that speedy brute teaching him some shred of decency? The ruddy brown and black slicked brute gave a content sigh. No stress was upon him, feeling that no one had noticed his escape. They might be able to scent-trail him north, but none of them would roam that far for one measly pup. I am not sure we are even.[/color] She very well may have saved his life. Even so, I will not forget you. The first wolf outside my "clan" I have met, and such a nice one, too.[/color] If there were more Moras around, Raelik might just be the happiest wolf on the island that moment. You said you used to belong to a clan? May I ask which one?[/color] Raelik was now interested in this fae. It was like finding a new animal when one was a pup. What was it? What did it do? Where did it come from? Although at this point, all Raelik was interested in was from where she had arrived. The other two questions were already pretty much answered for him.[/font][/color][/size] Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid…
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Post by Tay on Nov 30, 2009 21:46:21 GMT -5
Mora
Mora smiled at his kind words, her amber orbs filled with a happy light. You are too kind Raelik. I could say the same of you, though. I seem to have gotten lucky, deciding to ask you to talk. I have encountered wolves on similar occasions who lack your manners. She chuckled lightly, the sound seeming to bounce on the inky dark of the Akeldama and chase it away even more.
She couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, as he said they were not even. This puzzled her, for she had heard his tone of thankfulness earlier. She was polite, though and refused to even consider asking him.
Mora nodded at his request to know what Clan she had come from. She gave a happy sigh, smiling lightly. The only Clan I have ever belonged to was a Clan on an Isle to the East. From my homeland I could just make out this promise of something new. I came here, tired of my old home. I do not regret coming here, but I do miss my home.
I have never had it in me to join another clan. I...seem to have clung onto some loyalty. She smiled again. I lived on the plains then. Perhaps that is why I enjoy being a loner. We lived pretty separate, because we had much land. My Father and Mother were the Alpha pair, and I inherited the ruling gene it appeared, and I was not happy when I could not rule. Perhaps I would be different now, but, I have never desired to be anywhere but on my own.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Dec 1, 2009 6:15:30 GMT -5
R a e l i k It's a slow fade when you give yourself away…
It's a slow fade, when black and white have turned to gray…Raelik kept a kind gaze on Mora as he listened to her tale. She was from a different isle all together; no wonder she was so different! Perhaps going north would yield a different kind of wolf? Raelik could be sure of nothing in this new place, only of the cold facts of where he had come from. It is fine. I am glad you have a home to miss...
A sparkle of light caught his eye from the side, the sky beginning to yield to the glowing orb. But, even as the sun rose, the season changed. Raelik's legs twitched, attempting to tell him that he needed to go. Lingering too long would mean his demise. It is my turn to apologize now. I am on borrowed time. If I stay here, my "family" may come to hunt me down. I cannot put my freedom in danger for some leisurely talk. He meant good by what he said, hoping he had not insulted her.
Raelik raised his frame, giving it a good shake before blinking out laziness. He turned his eyes from the sunrise back to Mora, the light making the gold in his mixed eyes glow. Thank you again, Mora. I doubt I shall ever see you again. If I should be graced with such a meeting, perhaps we could have dinner. He chuckled at himself, forgetting for a moment that he needed to flee. His tassle flagged as he started off towards what Mora had said were the meadows, waving a bittersweet good-bye to the first person beside his father that he could call a friend. Moments later, he was just a dual-toned speck charging into an unknown world.
[/font][/size] Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid…
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