Meet Me At The Gates
04-12-2017, 10:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-12-2017, 11:58 AM by Shrapnel.)
He wasn't quite sure what had possessed him to leave Celestial. Maybe it was because they were supposed to have made the trip to the north weeks ago, but hadn't yet on account of Creed. Their uncle Crucible had died and that had ended the trip. Dragon had gone back to Talis after escorting them back to Celestial and that had been the end of that. He hadn't known his uncle very well so it was awkward being at home, but he felt bad for their Da. He was his only other brother since he'd explained a while ago that Cross had been missing for some time. Either way it was weird being home. Justice was back, something that should have delighted him more than it did, but it was a bittersweet feeling. Where were Exodus and Knight? Why couldn't they have come home with her? Perhaps it was another reason, maybe on a subconscious level, that he'd traveled north by himself. It was his first time leaving pack lands on his own and he was halfway hoping he'd find their missing siblings somewhere along the way. Then he'd get to return home and boast about how he'd brought them back! He knew there most likely wasn't any other family here in the north. He'd already learned that the rest of the Ancora line lived in Talis, but it was still humbling to come to the place where the old family had lived. This was where his Da had lived as a pup before he'd left to another continent for a few years. He could see the allure to the place - the temperatures were slightly more pleasing to his thick coat, even only by a little bit since it wasn't winter, and the towering pine trees were beautiful. He'd also managed to pick up on the scents of elk and some deer which easily gave him the idea that hunting had to be pretty damn great in good years. All around he didn't regret the trip at all even though he was alone and had yet to run into Exodus or Knight. Walk, "Talk" Think |
04-23-2017, 09:45 PM
There was rarely a still moment for the woman, and hardly a break either. Lucifer kept her near exhausted with his heckling, but Vianni was a strong wolf who had been able to endure so far. Managing to escape the male's attention, even for a moment, was nearly impossible but the woman persevered. Today she was rewarded with escape from the ship, where Lucifer had gone off to, she didn't know and the queen of mood swings didn't particularly care at the moment. Her heated scent carried as she moved through the pines, and a smile bent her lips as she watched the trees for movement. Her lure had been sent out, and while she waited, the she-beast listened to the angry grumbling of her stomach. In case the smell of her wasn't enough to bring her favored quarry to her, Vianni thought to send out her voice as well, but the thought that Lucifer might come stopped her. She didn't need his wrath, nor did she need him to spoil her hunt. A flash of white and black catches her attention and she puts on her most friendly face as she waits for the other wolf to spot her, even as she searches for others that might stage rescue. She hated surprises, but she could be ready for anything. Today, she was ready to eat.
"Vianni." "You." Think.
04-24-2017, 09:15 PM
It was easy to get lost in the beauty of the north and he tried to imagine himself in the pack, Glaciem, as it'd been when Crusade, and then Gargoyle, had been in charge of it. He remembered the stories that Creed had told him, of how Cifer and Crusade had met, and even the pack's downfall. It was depressing to think that such a great pack had such a sad ending, but their will to stick together, even after all that had happened, was inspiring to say the least. They were stories he could have listened to for days. It was certainly exhilarating to stand here and try and picture the old pack's every day lives, the places they hunted, slept, and mingled with one another. A strong scent snapped him out of his thoughts as he walked. He hadn't noticed the woman at first, but now that her heat scent wafted to his nostrils he was more than intrigued. It was a scent he'd smelled on older women within the pack and the occasional loner, but he'd never given it much thought. Now he was curious as to who else was out here. Maybe he could make a friend. It didn't take him long to spot the gray marked woman. Amethyst colored eyes rested on her face as he studied her pale pink eyes and her coat for a moment. She was pretty. Maybe friendly too? He padded her way with a smile on his face and his tail waving lightly behind him. "Good morning! I'm Valor." He introduced himself easily, still having been given no reason to fear strangers yet. "Do you live around here?" How cool would it be to meet another native? Walk, "Talk" Think |