Matter of Fact
09-27-2016, 10:49 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-30-2016, 10:18 AM by Reina.)
The trek felt harder than she assumed, but her mouth remained shut, and her eyes gazed forward. Long slender legs carried her up the slope, and dirt clung to her paws; her head raised, nose pointed to the sky to inhale deeply. The air was different than on the lower grounds, the higher she travels, the more of a difference she would begin to notice. It was the rocky terrain that made the walk more troublesome for her liking, every stone pressing firmly against her pads and the earth could give away underneath her. It was not the smoothest travel she had gone through, but it is not something she would complain about.
The rouge was far from home. No longer was she surrounded by a family-run tribe that she once adored. It was the strange taste of the air and puzzled look in her eyes she cast around in a new surrounding. But did she miss her home? Of course not. To hell with all of those bastards who murdered her mother and father. Her lips twitched, a growl slowly forming within her throat, anger began to bubble at the thought of the tribe.
Her head lowered to the ground, pale nose sniffing at the pebbles and dirt that laid before her. There was nothing of use to her in this area. Her limbs pushed forward a few steps, head turning from side to side looking for something. The large female paused and raised her head; her golden orbs peered forward as she shifted her posture. It was her will to search for a purpose that brought her here. Wherever the wind blew, she would follow in hopes of searching for a purpose in her life. It the wind brought her to this rocky terrain, then surely something or someone will make themselves known to her.
09-27-2016, 09:53 PM
He was becoming accustomed to the scent of sulfur finally, having spent nearly two whole weeks now remaining close to the toxic rivers that flowed around Mount Volkan. He knew better than to drink from the filth of their waters, so he often had to travel to seek out fresher sources; it was on his return that he'd picked up the scent of a stranger wandering into the wastelands. It was feminine, but clearly different from his sister or the stranger he'd encountered earlier in the week, was this one out here looking for Faite? He wasn't sure what to expect, but he found it odd that more than one soul managed to find themselves among such barren lands- in fact, he'd been betting on absolutely no one holding interest being so close to the volatile core of this particular mountain that it had been the reason he'd turned it into a make-shift little home.
His face twisted into half of a silent snarl as he kept his head low and quickened the pace of his lean, lengthy limbs. His nose occasionally drifted lower to the ground to pick up her trail while he continued on until finally, he could see her. She was among some of the tallest women he'd ever set his eyes on, matching his sister in height undoubtedly. Though, it was the peculiar markings on her body that first caught his attention, followed by her capable muscle tone. His snarl relaxed some as he lifted his head and growled out his less than warm welcome, "Why have you come here?"
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09-29-2016, 09:43 AM
She was alone.
Her orbs shifted at the empty scenery, noticing nothing but an odd scent lingering in the air. It was an area she never had though to come across, and yet here she stands. Although she did not need anyone guidance on the land, she was beginning to doubt her primal instinct. A frown slowly formed on her lips as she waited, her pace quicker across the land while she continued to investigate. Her arrival to the continent made the warrior feel out of place as if she did not belong. When traversing through the forest or meadow, it was filled with history before her appearance on the land. However, it did not stir her away from continuing her travel in hopes of finding a purpose in her life, but the rouge woman grew impatient.
Was this all for nothing?
She felt captivated by how rich and beautiful each environment she stumbled upon. Each held inhabitants she had never laid her eyes on and floras that she could not name. Reina continued her jog until a scent filled her nostrils. The large woman came to a halt, her lips twitched and peeled back to reveal her ivories as she uttered a soft growl. Reina paused, observing the land that surrounded her. This would be the second encounter with another wolf. The female grew tense, unsure what was to come.
A male finally stood before her with a snarl upon his face. Reina gazed at the wolf, observing him from the distance while her lips twitched and threatened to release a growl herself. She remained silent of course, taking notice of how tall he stood compared to her, and the muscles that were easily spotted on his body. He would be a dangerous enemy or a great ally. "Why have you come here?" His snarl caused her ears to flick forward at his words.
09-30-2016, 06:30 AM
He had relaxed his snarl before greeting her, though she still seemed on edge by his presence alone. He listened to her words with his full attention, and by the end of them there was a sense of admiration coming from the brute.. though it was well hidden beneath his stoic appearance. He kept his body completely still, nothing about his body language would speak of intent to attack, though nothing about it would speak of friendly tones either.
He flicked an ear to her remark about no pack remaining in the area and he lowered his head. He was no alpha anymore, he was a loner just like the rogue before him.. though some part of him resented the idea of not being able to guard the volcano with his own personal army.
"So you are," he said calmly, agreeing with her statement about being free to roam. He traded his initial aggression for increasing interest as he thought over her other words. Suddenly, an almost teasing smirk came over half of his muzzle as he would tilt his skull slightly. "Though, are you not a woman? Is your purpose not to bear children?"
He was testing her, though his words were spoken as smoothly as ever and it would hardly lead one to think that he didn't actually believe those words. He admired women like his sister, women that held their own strength and did not rely on the strength of a male counterpart. He admired the independent, and he knew women were more than capable of having a purpose other than carrying children.. though, there was a certain beast within begging to be let out to play with this one if she didn't play her cards right. He was taming it and holding it off with his sarcasm.
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"'cause I'm a fucking mess sometimes,
and I'll say what I don't mean."
~ eden - drugs
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