Tiegs For Two
The hills lay charcoal under the sallow moon, feeble rays struggled to shine through the broken layer of cloud. On each peak was a fortress overlooking the valley below, each no more than a barely discernible silhouette against the inky sky. The nighttime in that place belonged to the owls and coyotes. With only the starlight and waxing moon for light, the blackness was almost complete. The plains were a tangle of roots on which to trip, a maze of paths to become lost within; even with the moon light it was a journey only made under greatest need but the babe could not care less about needs for now because all she wanted was to become more accoustomed with the strange lupine establishments upon his land. She met Amon, Ashiel and Melleus, all of them were part of the same family, same stablisment and she met many more, perhaps that was when her interest has been picked, who kows what other creatures are hiding. Following the aroma of other lupines her pace lessened to navigate through the night, towards what she could hope would be the territory of a tribe of sorts.
Summer rolled hot and heavy into the East and Brandr found hunting to be far more tolerable in the evenings though night came with some challenges. He had to rely on his nose to hunt for sage grouse which would be nesting somewhere in the thicker parts of the sagebrush. His nose was to the ground as he searched for signs of his quarry. Instead, as the wind shifted, he caught the scents of a stranger near the plains border. Hmmm… his amber gold eyes narrowed. With the ever present threat of the Abraxas, Brandr debated about howling for another member of the pack but in the end he decided to investigate alone. He only caught one scent, after all. Striding toward the border he spied a feminine, serpentine form. She did not match the description of the Abraxas that he'd heard nor did she seem similar to the Abraxas male he'd met in Auster. Perhaps this wolf was just a curious loner. He moved to greet her. "Good evening, you approach the borders of Abaven." "Talk" "You" Think |
The earth moved, trembled eagerly beneath her sultry step as it grew close to the border of the tribe, their scents grew stronger within her nostrils but she was not able to identify a certain one or separate one from another, they moved all, mixed into one. She was wet mire creased, folding up her toes and ankles. The water hang, twisting her breaded locks in dreads. And with each gesture she approached the babe was further coated in dust and dirt. The filth did little to sway her, or soil her beauty, in fact it complimented her reptilian form as hair threads glued themselves on her feline curvaceous bodice. She forever embraced the grime, the grotesque poetry of nature and reality. The darkness and pitch of a starless night accentuated her beauty to no end and she cooed, sublime in the crevice of midnight. She was at peace with the witching hour noise, it did not end, rising in tandem as nature devoured her awe, owls and coyotes made their appearance yet they did not dare to pass her and it only took a moment for her brain to get the slightest aroma of a distinctive, singular scent mixed between the others, it was something else, something new. Someone from the tribe came to meet her? She wondered before erect audits took note of the individual words and the babe came to an abrut halt. Emotionless, she turned into an ice statue. How was she going to play this one? Should she be naughty or nice? Ah, why choose. After a few moments the woman turned on her heels, in the same abrupt manner in order to take in the figure of a earthen pigmented man.
Brandr watched the strange woman intently, noting the way she… wait… he? moved. The stranger greeted him with a word he did not understand but it confirmed Brandr's suspicions that this wolf was a foreigner. He had no way of knowing how far the other had travelled. The wolf spoke and Brandr wondered at the accent. "Abaven actually, there's no 'r'. My name is Brandr Scylding that does have an 'r'." He chuckled. "You sound foreign, have you journeyed far mister er….miss…?" He winced knowing he was probably putting his paws in his mouth but he'd never seen a creature quite like this stranger before. The fluid, sultry movements screamed femininity to him but there was clearly some excess baggage hanging from this wolf that suggested 'male' but without a name he couldn't be sure and even that was no guarantee. Brandr hoped that, though awkward, he could get enough info from the stranger on how to address the other. "What brings you to our border?" "Talk" "You" Think |
Tthe cage of the babe ribs rises and falls with each breath, the warmth of springtime easing into her fur and the various hues of brown meet her gaze as she analyzed the stranger before her, nostrils flaring, inhaling the scent of various individuals mixed between the mans own, but the Golden Goddess doesn't seek a welcome party, she simply wants informations about those strange establishments that she kept hearing about and their methods of surviving as a unitary group. A single name sweeps past her lips and weaves its way into the surrounding jungle.
Her name was like an exotic spice and it made his nose wrinkle as it slipped from her mouth in a purr. Was… was she flirting? Why was she talking like that? She… he… they? He wasn't sure but Nepthys stated that they were both genders and he felt his mind bubble in confusion. Brandr did not know that such a think could be possible. His ears flicked back as he took a step back when they took a step forward. Netphys asked what Brandr would like them to be and he balked at the question. "I… I uh… don't think that's up for me to decide. What do you want to be?" He stood precariously, uncertain about this whole situation but part of him recovered. He cleared his throat, grounded his paws and stared confidently at the stranger. "You never did answer my other question, what are you doing so close to Abaven's border?" "Talk" "You" Think |