Gilded Lion
12-04-2016, 10:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-04-2016, 11:00 PM by Arborick.)
It is all the same, only different. Here, there, they all felt the sting of Winter. Ice would overrun like a pestilence, bowing grasses and flora alike until everything fell to a quiet submission; and in there glacial prison would remain until the sweet release of Spring. The marshlands were no exception, succumbing to the winds of Winter and appearing like every other snow laden scape. Ice laced across shallow pools, climbing up the stalks of vegetation that grew from it, even clinging to rocks that jut from the wet lands. This morning was incredibly silent; it was much to early to bear a shadow, the suns form hadn't even peeked over the horizon. A wet chill hung in the air, bitter enough to slow your breath, bitter enough to show it. Through twin nares, mist expelled into the dark sky with a brief huff, vanishing as quickly as it left his body. He was heavy set, marked in hues of timber and black, clad in tendrils thick as wool, and a singular pinna stood erect atop his blunt skull. A stranger to these lands no doubt, his uncertain pace was proof enough as he deftly picked his way around the thin sheets of ice. For a cumbersome fellow he maneuvered swiftly, the only clamor being silver talons that hung from each large digit clacking rhythmically against the frozen ground. Eventually he breached a solitary willow that sat on a ever so slight incline, a refuge from the icy pools. His immense form met the ground with a crunch as he reclined, his beefy shoulder locked against the trees base in support. Now there was nothing more to do than observe the suns ascension. Slowly, pastoral colors spread like ink from the equator, breaking the obscurity with a bright radiance. Drowsy chocolate irises simply witnessed in awe - morning was truly the best time of day. |
12-04-2016, 11:29 PM
it was freezing outside and for a thin coated wolf like Faite it wasn't exactly pleasant. She was happy Zell was sharing the den with her. It kept her and the kids warm - he was like a giant fluffy space heater. She was relaxing a bit in the Estuary, though she certainly would have preferred having them in Celestial behind the safety of numbers. Considering Zell hadn't formally been introduced to Regulus she hadn't wanted to put her brother on the spot. Their mother was dead and things had been hectic. No use by making that worse with a stranger in their midst. She yawned as she exited the den. Zell was still curled up fast asleep and the kids hadn't even opened their eyes. They would remain safe in the den for another few weeks at least. She didn't have to worry about tracking them all down yet which was a relief. Once they started wandering - well she didn't wanna worry about that just yet. One step at a time, that's what she had to keep telling herself. Her paws made soft crackling noises as she stepped across the ice laden ground. The once marshy area was rather frozen in the winter wonderland kind of way. The only thing she liked about the Estuary was that most of the birds had migrated to warmer climates so she didn't have to listen to the awful racket that they caused any other time. Where some might have found this place beautiful, she found it a nightmare. She couldn't wait to find a more permanent home. She'd already shared her idea of starting a pack with Zell. Now all she needed was to confirm the idea with Regulus and then scout out a territory that she wanted to claim. Today though was a day to stretch her legs and enjoy herself as dawn slowly filtered across the lands. It was early in the morning and the crisp air felt good to her lungs. With it came the scent of a stranger and she had to shove down the protective feeling that arose. He was nowhere near them. They were safe with Zell, back in their den, asleep. She forced her brain to see it as an opportunity. She'd still get to meet new wolves even though she was constrained to one area. This would be fine. She approached the man cautiously and wasn't surprised to see he dwarfed her. He wasn't as big as Zell, but he was not far from it. "Good morning." She greeted him amicably. Walk, "Talk" Think |