Zones
He spent the earliest hours of the morning wandering through the moor, walking in long, lazy zig-zags through the land starting at one end and hoping to eventually reach the other. After a while he was distracted by the rustling of a rabbit nearby, which he promptly chased down and only barely managed to catch. The little bugger was fast, but once he grabbed hold of it's leg there was no way the squealing animal was getting away, no matter how annoying that awful sound was. Once it was dead and he'd eaten his fill, the dark boy would set off again, hoping to find something cool to make all the exploring more exciting.
Shaking his head he tried to push all the thoughts back and clear his mind. Eyes refocusing on the wall he traveled beside. The lanky male was quiet in his movements, trying to keep his more darker fur lowered to the ground as he moved. The Moore was a place he could blend a bit, if he hunkered down he would blend perfectly with the fog, but he couldn’t remain hunkered down. He had to move around. His patrol had been quiet so far, not even any suspicious movements to worry about. It wasn’t until the screaming rabbit pierced through the silence did he stop dead in his tracks. Something was out there, though he wasn’t sure who or what. Ears pinned in the direction as it grew quiet once more. He moved quietly to find a spot of dark vegetation. Once finding a spot he quietly hunkered himself down the dark coloration of his underside blending with the dark vegetation while his silvery backside blended with the fog.
There he waited until the vary soft paw steps reached his ears. They were headed this way and he was about to find out what was out there. Flattening himself further he waited to see who was coming.
Speaking of scents... he smelled someone not too far away. There wasn't much in the way of wind, but the scent was fresh so- oh, hey, he knew that scent too! Grinning, Amos' expression turned impish. May as well have some fun with his fellow pack member, right? Crouching, he'd pad slowly through the brush until the scent got a little stronger, hoping his dark pelt would keep him concealed as long as he stayed where the foliage was thickest. Grabbing a reasonably sized stone, Amos tossed it a dozen feet or so. The rock landed with a soft but distinct thump that he hoped would draw his packmate out of hiding. Maybe Amos could spook him or something.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
It was one of those perfect days in the Moor. Fog lay thicker than usual over the land, shrouding the surroundings until it was difficult to pick out a solid shape any further away than perhaps ten feet in front of her for shorter wolves, maybe further for the larger members of the pack.
It was where she reveled in the land most of all. Ghosting from one side of the territory to another, always practicing and improving her ability to simply step out of the mist unexpectedly. She highly enjoyed the stealth aspect, even going as far as to practice on prey animals.
She’d been sitting silently up on the wall, watching both the exterior and interior goings on in careful scanning sweeps of her eyes, barely turning her head. She never focused her eyes on one point for long, instead letting her focus travel, snapping back to some spots when she thought she saw movements, whether they were prey or other wolves.
It was this scanning that alerted her to the presence of her Uncle, as well as Amos. The distant squeal of a rabbit had been heard though dismissed. She knew it was one of the pack hunting it.
She finished her sentry duty and leapt nimbly from the wall, padding on stealthy paws toward her packmates. She was well shrouded when she found a scene developing, and a wicked grin formed on her features as she lowered herself slightly, even more well integrated in the miasma of mist. Her coat color was perfect for this place.
Amos was clearly having a bit of fun with Laisren, whom she could just see hunkered in the heather. Amos hadn’t caught her presence yet, so she decided to have a bit of fun for herself. She circled carefully, silently, before she slipped forward, aiming to come up behind him while his attention was on Laisren.
Then, with a grin, she leapt forward, breaking her cover and aiming to land next to Amos with a cheerful “Hi!” as she grinned cheekily up at him.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.