-- you're slowly killing me
08-09-2013, 10:52 PM
Plodding along, Oberon seemed quite content in this desolate place. He was, in truth, enjoying the peace and quiet, and the time away from other wolves. It was something that he needed, if he was to be able to function properly. Space was an important thing. It gave him time to recover, though if you asked him, he wouldn't be sure what he was recovering from. Though he loved his sisters and his family, and adored spending time with him, sometimes he just needed to get away. And he couldn't explain why. For a long while, Ludicael's territory had been big enough for that. But recently, it hadn't been.
And that was what had landed him here, wandering along without a care in the world, stirring up enough dust that his peach fur was quickly looking far grayer than it had ever before.
"Speech."
08-10-2013, 03:03 AM
um i really tried to give you a decent reply but im doing this on an ipad and i can hardly see shit because it's 2 and i dont have my glasses so dont hate me if it sucks and typos are frequent xD
Oberon Illiadis was entirely oblivious to the fact that he had the company of another wolf for several moments as he padded along, his steps slowing as it got harder to breathe, harder to process the oxygen that he needed in this thick, ashen air. For a moment, panic rose in his chest, but Oberon merely twitched his ears, snorting softly. He was overreacting. It was only ash. He wasn't about to suffocate out here. Not right then, at least. He was still a pup, after all.
His nostrils flared, taking in the scents of the air around him, and that was when Oberon noticed the other pup. She stood, perfectly neutral and definitely feminine, white with mismatched silver and light purple eyes. Nothing particularly intimidating, but Oberon was still on guard, his gaze never leaving her form as he came to a stop, standing with his head held high as he examined the female before her, lavender gaze flicking up and down across her form.
Silence reigned for several moments as the two quiet wolves surveyed each other, measuring each other against unspoken standards. To Oberon, this female was an enigma. She was nothing like his sisters, the only pups that he had met before this. She was as quiet as he was. Still, one of them would have to break the silence sooner or later, right?
She dipper her head slightly in his direction, and Oberon inclined his head just slightly in return, turning his attention towards the other formalities. She had greeted him, and he had greeted her. There was no need to waste his breath by saying hello. "I am Oberon of Ludicael. Who are you?" His voice was soft, and a little hesitant; he still wasn't entirely comfortable with the spoken word.
"Speech."
Oberon Illiadis was entirely oblivious to the fact that he had the company of another wolf for several moments as he padded along, his steps slowing as it got harder to breathe, harder to process the oxygen that he needed in this thick, ashen air. For a moment, panic rose in his chest, but Oberon merely twitched his ears, snorting softly. He was overreacting. It was only ash. He wasn't about to suffocate out here. Not right then, at least. He was still a pup, after all.
His nostrils flared, taking in the scents of the air around him, and that was when Oberon noticed the other pup. She stood, perfectly neutral and definitely feminine, white with mismatched silver and light purple eyes. Nothing particularly intimidating, but Oberon was still on guard, his gaze never leaving her form as he came to a stop, standing with his head held high as he examined the female before her, lavender gaze flicking up and down across her form.
Silence reigned for several moments as the two quiet wolves surveyed each other, measuring each other against unspoken standards. To Oberon, this female was an enigma. She was nothing like his sisters, the only pups that he had met before this. She was as quiet as he was. Still, one of them would have to break the silence sooner or later, right?
She dipper her head slightly in his direction, and Oberon inclined his head just slightly in return, turning his attention towards the other formalities. She had greeted him, and he had greeted her. There was no need to waste his breath by saying hello. "I am Oberon of Ludicael. Who are you?" His voice was soft, and a little hesitant; he still wasn't entirely comfortable with the spoken word.
"Speech."