-- cerebral thunder
08-26-2013, 02:12 PM
can you hear that noise, it's a rebel sound
Summer was winding down, but it seemed it wasn't out of power just yet. It was warmer than it had been in several days, and Irin had found shelter beneath one of the pitiful few trees that Glaciem's territory boasted, her head resting easily on her paws and her eyes half-lidded and sleepy as she lay in wait, allowing the day time to wind down and cool off. Her low heat tolerance had her entirely uninterested in moving, and only the occasional halfhearted twitch of her tail against the earth gave any sign that she was still alive. Other than that, she was perfectly still, her body trying to expend as little energy as possible.
Perhaps it was a little melodramatic of her, but Irin had never liked heat, and when she had found herself setting up shop in the North, she had expected it to be a lot cooler, even in the heart of summer. And it wasn't even the heart of summer anymore. Summer would be over soon, and her favorite season would soon be beginning; autumn. Until then, however, Irin was just going to have to wait, ears twitching pitifully with every noise that reached them. Surely something would happen, right? The universe wouldn't be so cruel as to leave her this bored and this hot for a whole day?
08-26-2013, 05:38 PM
you can be the hero, you can get the gold
Irin stirred when another approach, lifting her head to focus on a strange brown wolf. Her eyes took in the form of the other carefully, and Irin sniffed daintily, trying to figure out if this wolfess smelled of Glaciem, as she hadn't exactly seen the other around. "You're in Glaciem territory, miss." Irin blinked as she spoke, twitching her ears slightly as she rose carefully to her paws, not wishing to appear impolite before a stranger.
If the stranger didn't know where she was, why was she on a pack's territory? Irin would have brought a voice to that question, but she was a nervous creature, not exactly inclined to question the motives of strangers. She was only comfortable in her own skin when she was pretending to be someone else; a majestic huntress, perhaps, who tracked down monsters to keep her home safe. At the very least, she felt better when she was pretending to be in a different place than this oh so bland world.
Spicing things up was just so much more fun. After all, she could believe this wolfess to be a simple loner or a princess from a strange land, abandoned here by her parents to escape a murderous wolf who wanted to destroy her entire family. Which story was more interesting? Why, the second one, of course, and it was that one that Irin assumed was true.