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Post by Saosin on Dec 13, 2009 1:13:36 GMT -5
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Glycerine was a wolf who lived for the moment, a being unbound by regret and restraint, and unhindered by the baggage of a grizzly past. She bore no epic saga to depict the later four years of her existence, no great tale to attach to a perhaps uncommon, yet unceremonious name. But what she did hold dear was an acute passion for life, and a strive to survive and prosper. One might not consider her a jovial wolf, for she had her moods that would come and go just as the seasons would. But there was no tyranny in her eyes, no inner strife seeking retribution either. Glycerine would not know how to describe herself if you were to ask, she might say she simple “was”, and all she was, was Glycerine. Curiosity had carried the marbled creature through timberlands and over smoky hills, through cryptic marshlands and across bleak sands that seared in the midday sun. Glycerine was a seeker of life and a drinker of knowledge, and yet nothing seemed to satisfy the urge to wander yet further, perhaps just over the next rise and through the distant tree line. And though she had been a loner for the last three years of her existence, thriving upon the nomadic lifestyle that bore no strings in which to hold her down, she had grown discontent with her lonesome travels. For in truth she was not a creature of solitary nature and craved the company of others.
The dawn had been a particularly crisp one, winters harsh breath bearing down through the squalls that crawled through the lustrous fur lined spine of the female wolf as she looked out across unfamiliar terrain. The horizon had exploded with a ferocity that amazed Glycerine though she always seemed to marvel at the pallet of vibrant colors as their warmth crept like spiders through the crevices of the slumbering world. A new dawn had broken, in many senses, and though the uncertainty swam about her head like salmon she was not hesitant when she set off towards what she could only assume was the borders of a healthy sized pack of wolves. Their scents were carried upon the breeze in small gusts, promising the interaction she so sought. Rejection of course was a possibility. She knew not if she appeared to possess the qualifying criteria of what an alpha would seek in a pack member. She hadn’t in fact been part of a pack since she had turned her first year. She was healthy and fit though, fully capable to sustain herself and others. Perhaps she would fit the puzzle, only time would tell. Her voice lifted in song as she approached the mountainous spread, it did not demand or send a threat. It merely told of a loner who roamed near the markers with no ill intent.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Dec 17, 2009 14:51:18 GMT -5
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His journey had a been a long and hard one. Moons upon moons were spent within the cold peaks of his homeland. He was far better off for it, though his paw pads were now rough and scarred. Glyph had become a nimble, strengthened beast through getting to know his mountains better. He decended upon those swift toes, jumping from ledge to ledge with only as much as a glance of calculation. His concentration was not pierced when another's voice flew across his ears, though his mind did give it consideration. To leave a loner at the border... it could be costly.
Paws touched something other than rock for the first time in ages, and he looked to the direction the loner's scent floated from. His already lengthy coat fluffed in the wind, making his dusty appearance seem almost strange. His orbs, however, left nothing to be given away, emotions buried deep within the silver waves.
You, he rumbled, no fang making a show, what is it you want? It was a simplistic demand, nothing overly thoughtful. He did not care what it is she wanted from the clan until she uttered what that specific thing was. I am not the alpha, but his son. Choose your words wisely.
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Post by Saosin on Dec 17, 2009 20:53:34 GMT -5
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Apprehension wasn’t within the grizzled wolf’s vocabulary, and in truth, she did not know what it was to behold what was true fear either. If she had, either of these things would have weighed upon the young Glycerine’s mind as she paced dangerously near the borderline between what one might call one world and the next. The world that was pack life, one she had been born into and then abandoned, and that of a free world where rules are set as strictly as the breeze dignifies and where the choices you make depict how long your life extends. Glycerine had lived for the moment for years now, and though the guidelines of her world were about to change drastically, or though she hoped, she still remained true to her nature, feverous for life and hanging on to that final second.
She had heard him descend for quite some time, and though the swirling mists had not yet disclosed the pair of haunting eyes that would bear down upon her, she could feel them. It was as though his gaze had pinned her anxious bodice to a single place in the snow and locked her there, waiting, wondering. She had fully expected the leader of this mountainous domain to approach her, and though the male that appeared before her could full well have been an alpha, he did not seem to stand quite so dignified and judgmental. He did emit an air of authority however he seemed more rugged, as if born out of the very mountain itself. His voice rumbled like thunder through the canyons though a mere few syllables he uttered.
what is it you want?
What … what was it she wanted? She stood wide eyed for a moment as if the whole of her crusade had vanished and she was left without words. But in a rush it came crashing back to her, and she moved towards this lone stranger whom she knew not at all. Her eyes were wide with determination, her tail a bit too high for the rank of a mere loner but it merely swished from side to side with exuberance. She breathed in the air that shifted about them, full of ice crystals, pines, and the musky mountain scent of this male. Her words were light hearted as the robin which scuttled through the trees not far off to the right of them before taking flight towards the sun.
“What I want is to shed my life as a loner, to have a home and a family…and friends, to call my own.”
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Post by Shai'Ren on Dec 18, 2009 6:09:13 GMT -5
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The silver waves in Glyph's orbs instantly crystalized as the loner moved a few paces towards him, her banner noted. As it was, he estimated the femme to be fairly close to his age, but doubted she could fight against a warrior trained on peaks. Even so, he knew the fae did not approach out of agression, but out of determination to show what it was she had come for.
A grunt forced its way from the brute. Three things; that's it. He thought it almost simplistic. He took into consideration that he probably would not think of anything better to say when wanting to join a clan, but still, his mirth-void voice did not care. The land would take you, a family you may be able to create, but your friends are never your own. Orbs were narrowed, talking reality. They always belong to someone else, too.
His crania tilted towards the mountains for a second, considering the situation. The alphas may be a while... so I will keep guard on you. His mood seemed to lighten some as his attention went back to the femme. It was almost humorous. If you can befriend me, you may be able to befriend almost any other wolf in the clan...
Almost.
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Post by Saosin on Dec 23, 2009 17:56:14 GMT -5
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Glycerine’s attention was raised as words flowed forth from the grizzly wolf who had come to guard the borders from her. Surprise and intrigue was found passing across her intricate features, for his words struck her sharply, having not expected such... such what exactly? Inteligence? No that was the wrong word... she had expected intelligence from these mountain wolves... but it was something... the word clung discreetly upon the tip of her tongue, unattainable to her mind. She supposed that brute force and crudeness had been expected upon confrontation instead of his intellectual words. Her mind worked upon those syllables as she drew herself up into a sitting position in hopes of bringing the still nameless beast’s guards further into a lull. Not that she wished to deceive him in any way, but only wished to chase away any heightened hostility in the air.
“… but your friends are never your own”
“I believe you are quite right, though I must say I could only expect for my friends to belong to me, as much as I belong to them. Friendship … should be a delicate balance, just as nature is.”
Her words held confidence and not a hint of sarcasticness. She knew his words had been spoken true and did not feel that they were spoken with malice even though the thinning of his eyes had spoken of such. She followed his gaze as it drifted to the peaks above them, and found her eyes searching the tree line and the jagged upward formations of rock as they jutted out of the mountain’s core. Were the alphas there… watching them from afar? Perhaps the rest of the pack too, gazed down upon them like gods from on high. Or mayhap they were hidden deep within the mountain folds, forever safe from the intrusion of foreigners such as herself. Winter was thick in the atmosphere, and she knew that this season above all others was a tense one. The yearning inside the wolves’ bodies were strong, she too had felt the strings of nature pulled. Senses were heightened and nerves might be on edge. But she had nothing to hide from this pack, and would bare her soul for them if they asked. It was here that she sought a future. Gently she nodded at his words of the alphas, prepared to wait as was needed.
“My name is Glycerine.”
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Post by Shai'Ren on Dec 23, 2009 18:49:14 GMT -5
. . .. . . What might have been pooling silver lava in the brute's eyes cooled to a more gentle form. This fae was able to have, what he considered to be, an actual conversation. Then again, he hadn't conversed with anyone besides his mother and nature for many moons. However, he did not imitate the femme's motion to rest his haunches. The blemished wolf was content to stand until someone of authority arrived.
His crania turned back to the mountains, forever stunned by them. While his eyes scanned their facades, his auds heard the femme speak again. Glycerine. It was interesting. It sounded somewhat like his name at first, but was much longer. Glyph. Glyph rumbled his calling, thinking it rude if he did not at least exchange his name. However, he was fine with not saying anything else. His task was merely to guard this wolfess to make sure she behaved. Although, from what he could presume, he didn't think she'd do anything that would be in violation of the law.
His orbs glanced back at her momentarily, curious if she'd attempt to make any other kind of conversation; but at the same time, disinterested in anything she could possibly drawl.
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Post by Saosin on Jan 2, 2010 17:04:58 GMT -5
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The rushing gale that traipsed around them was a bitter one, full of malice and hatred. Its tongue bore the mark of the snowcapped mountains where none could traverse, where only the wind and the sky conversed, and oh how their conversations grew enraged, spitefully casting down upon the canyons and valleys below, streams of icy currents and torrents of snow. But even in the harshness of a blizzard there was beauty, and Glycerine too, could not defy the magnificence that was the ruggedness of this place. She could see the adoration in this male’s eyes as he gazed upon the face of the mountain peaks, and understood the love that was a bond only nature and blood could form. These were his mountains, he was born of them, and she… she was merely a wanderer who sought refuge here. Perhaps in time the song of this place would be shared with her as well. For she could hear it echoing upon the wind just out of grasp. She reached for it, but alas it was gone.
“Tell me of your mountains Glyph? Of your beautiful home? I see a love and respect in your eyes that I can only dream of, being the loner I am.”
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 2, 2010 21:53:44 GMT -5
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His mountains? That was an interesting thought, considering he'd always thought of them of belonging to his parents. But, at that moment, he might be the only wolf in the entire clan that could speak of the details of the mountains. Glyph's orbs twinkled faintly of reverence as he looked at them again, his tail curling at the end. They're very dangerous at this time of year. As you can tell, nature rages at the peaks. To go in between the other crevices or to just go around, either way takes multiple days, moons even. His maw curled, pride hiding there. Braving the storm takes a tightly nit, well sound group.
When there are peaceful snows, it's possible to stay just below the clouds--beneath the very heavens--and behold the rest of the packland as it proceeds with its dance. How he yearned to show others his pride, that view in the summer--the journey in the winter. And the view of the other side... Glyph closed his eyes in pure elation, never having seen a more beautiful dusk on more beautiful waters. Perhaps, if his father deemed Glycerine fit for the clan, he could take her there. Such glory is something loners hardly see... Then again, my mother is very keen with nature, so perhaps that is just me...
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Post by Saosin on Jan 8, 2010 22:31:41 GMT -5
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Glycerine’s mind was alight with a flooding of scenery like a motion picture portrayed by each syllable Glyph uttered. Her mind was a spontaneous one, but it was also an imaginative one, and it took only moments before she herself was running through those mountains, chasing those gilded clouds, breathing the fresh mountain air. Had she not longed for a place such as this to spend her life? A mere wandered had not quenched her cravings for life. And though she would always dream of the unknown, lust for the unseen, she needed a place to call home, a friends and family to share it with. Without realizing it she had stood once more, the rustling of the winter breeze combing through her marbled locks, her eyes, dancing as if upon the heavens.
“They sound… truly spectacular… oh how I wish to know them, and this place. I do so hope that I meet with your alpha’s approval. I could not ask for a better place to call home. Would you take me there, if we are able, to see such sights?”
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 9, 2010 21:01:35 GMT -5
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Glyph's eyes moved from his beloved as he heard the femme rise. A wonder gleamed in her eyes that was almost kindred to his own. His maw widened in another smile. If she was not accepted to the clan, he would feel at least a little bit of sorrow... more than he would probably be willing to admit.
When spring comes. His eyes hardened, showing severe seriousness. The ice will be melting, as will the peak-snows, but the musical trickle is something to be remembered. It also won't be as difficult to scale. He nodded, making the decision final in his head.
That matter, however, would come much later. His father had yet to come and give this wolfess admittance. Had his other returned? That was the only thing he could think of that would make for such a delay. Glyph was becoming antsy. He unconsciously rumbled, his happy illusion nearly banished. It doesn't usually take this long. I am sorry. His head turned to scan the area behind him, but neither sight, sound, nor smell gave any hint of finding his father.
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Post by Kaziph on Jan 10, 2010 21:17:38 GMT -5
Beryl padded along in silence, which was her custom, through the mountainous terrain. She had been gone for only a month or two from the Kameskai land, into the open terras, but the young wolf found there was a missing piece of her heart, gone now that she could not go back and redo her mistakes in leaving her home. She wondered where her mother was, and thoughts of her father going after Luma chased through her mind. What had been so urgent that he followed her immediately? The black wolf didn't know, but for some reason she found that thinking on it bothered her.
So instead, the fem set her nose to the air and began to scent her surroundings. She had wandered, in her need to be away from Jaden and Aisha - oh so bubbly Aisha - back toward the markers. Now, this was intriguing. There was a faint smell of ... was it, could it be Glyph? The one of her older siblings she most respected? Her ears pricked forward, and the she-wolf started toward him. When he she drew closer, she realized there was another scent on the air, and it was one she didn't recognize.
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Post by Saosin on Jan 10, 2010 21:43:07 GMT -5
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The mountains in all their mysterious glory seemed to loom over them like gods. And yet just as quickly as the portrait had been painted, it vanished, clouded over by the innermost thoughts portrayed by Glyph. His expression had changed; clouds had set forth across the horizon that only moments ago had brilliantly shown in his eyes. Glycerine withered slightly, her soft feathered ears flickering to the side as her gaze chased his own into the distance. Where were the alpha’s of this place of such beauty and intrigue? Had something befallen them, encapsuling them in tragedy? Surely not… they were somewhere within those swirling mists, they had to be. Curiously though, something in the distance moved, stirring the stillness of the landscape into motion. The raven blur drew closer, the image clarifying with each step of this unknown wolf. The female smelt of this land however, as if she too belonged to it as Glyph did. She remained silent as she approached; her tail recurled beneath her as if to show she did indeed know her place her and would not cause trouble if that was what this wolf suspected.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 11, 2010 14:34:28 GMT -5
. . .. . . Glyph's eyes softened as a black form emerged from the white. Many would get his sister and their mother confused, but Glyph knew the differences between them almost as well as he knew the mountains. His tassel waved happily to her as she stopped nearby. Greetings, sister. It has been some time. Had he been the playful pup he used to be perhaps he would have offered some physical contact as a further hello, but as far as he was concerned, those days were far over.
His crown turned back towards Glycerine, his eyes revealing a sort of calm. Allow me an introduction. Beryl, this is Glycerine. She is interested in becoming one of us. He kept it short and blunt. Although, there were shadows of anger still in his heart as he turned back to Beryl. I did not smell mother or father around, so I have been keeping vigil. Much time has elapsed. The sorrow of Glycerine remaining unaccapted prodded him, but he growled it away. It seemed they would be waiting forever.
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Post by Kaziph on Jan 11, 2010 15:00:49 GMT -5
Beryl, in turn, promptly dismissed the new wolf and brought her attention to her brother. She listened as he spoke, nodding at the introduction but otherwise not further bothering with the fem. Her ears pricked and eyes brightened at the mention of their mother, for she hadn't seen her for some time. How is mother, Glyph? I haven't seen her in several moons. Since I went wandering.
She then huffed, not giving him time to answer, and continued. Last I saw father, he had just accepted another loner and had gone chasing after Luma. Once again, she ignored the implications of the facts. As far as she was concerned, perhaps Cassiel was just sincerely concerned about his beta. Surely there was nothing more. |
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 12, 2010 17:38:59 GMT -5
. . .. . . Glyph was about to answer on her semi-question on their beautiful mother when he heard something odd. Chasing? What was that supposed to mean? Glyph shook his crania, trying to force the thoughts out.
Mother was well last I saw her. I expect her to return soon, it being mating season. Why had his sister come out here all of a sudden? He thought it was odd, but maybe it was not. She had sort of gravitated toward him. Glyph didn't mind for she, ironically, was a shadow of their mother. What he wouldn't give to have a pelt like his mother, or those striking eyes...
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