A Story of Marble and Ice
02-26-2019, 11:48 AM
ORWYND
everyone who isn't me is an enemy
everyone who isn't me is an enemy
The sky was painted orange and black. The air took to it such a deeply biting cold that the wolf could just begin to feel the effects of the seemingly never-ending winter. Orwynd walked along the natural phenomenon that was this godly creation of marble and ice. His eyes took in what they could in the fading sunlight. The last gleams of light reflected off the naturally occurring stone and cast a reflection so entrancing that the wolf had to stop and eye the spectacle. The glow reflected against his fur, illuminating him as well as the ice and snow he stood upon.
A feeling so intense constricted Orwynd’s throat and he released it in a powerful haunting howl. His song carried further in the twilight, washing over the unfamiliar landscape in a tune of fascination and need. The need to share the sight, the need for company. Orwynd may be a self-righteous wolf with no end goal but fulfilling his own selfish desires, but he was a social creature by nature and longed for companionship. The wolf closed his maw with a resounding click from his teeth as he watched the remainder of the sun collapse beyond the horizon. The moonlight was equally as powerful as it rose to its place in the sky. Orwynd continued his stroll down the ancient dry river, his amber eyes working against the rocks and berms to catch the shadow of anyone who may have heard his call.
A feeling so intense constricted Orwynd’s throat and he released it in a powerful haunting howl. His song carried further in the twilight, washing over the unfamiliar landscape in a tune of fascination and need. The need to share the sight, the need for company. Orwynd may be a self-righteous wolf with no end goal but fulfilling his own selfish desires, but he was a social creature by nature and longed for companionship. The wolf closed his maw with a resounding click from his teeth as he watched the remainder of the sun collapse beyond the horizon. The moonlight was equally as powerful as it rose to its place in the sky. Orwynd continued his stroll down the ancient dry river, his amber eyes working against the rocks and berms to catch the shadow of anyone who may have heard his call.
This is a mature character. Prone to foul language & unprovoked harassment.
02-26-2019, 12:38 PM
Some time had past since the brutes run in with the other wolf. His eyes watched heavily for any signs of what could possibly be life. Though he was not part of a pack just yet he did wish to join his sisters and be there for her whenever she needed him. His eyes watched the beautiful rays of light that began to be engulfed within the darkness of the night as his paws crunched underneath the thickening snow. However, his thoughts and what he could possibly do with his time stopped when his ears flicked, hearing a deep howl within his lobes as the call reverberated throughout the landscape. This seemed more of a male that was calling out but he was unsure of the matter, so he might as well go and investigate.
After walking for what felt like an eternity his eyes caught who seemed to be the maker of the call. His ear flicked slightly as he heaved a small inaudible sigh. He missed that he could talk with someone, however he also called it a blessing in disguise so if there was any ill remarks he wanted to say to someone they wouldn't be able to hear him. He walked over towards the male but kept a good distance as he watched the last bits of light over the horizon. If this male was hoping to spend some time with a female he hated to burst his tiny bubble. He was just passing through anyways and didn't really wish to converse with the male unless he had to...which would be a bit difficult anyways especially if he had to be sort of pawsy to get his point across. So, at least this would be good practice when it came to talking by using his actions or emotions, he might even find it a bit amusing.
After walking for what felt like an eternity his eyes caught who seemed to be the maker of the call. His ear flicked slightly as he heaved a small inaudible sigh. He missed that he could talk with someone, however he also called it a blessing in disguise so if there was any ill remarks he wanted to say to someone they wouldn't be able to hear him. He walked over towards the male but kept a good distance as he watched the last bits of light over the horizon. If this male was hoping to spend some time with a female he hated to burst his tiny bubble. He was just passing through anyways and didn't really wish to converse with the male unless he had to...which would be a bit difficult anyways especially if he had to be sort of pawsy to get his point across. So, at least this would be good practice when it came to talking by using his actions or emotions, he might even find it a bit amusing.
02-26-2019, 12:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-26-2019, 12:57 PM by Orwynd.)
ORWYND
everyone who isn't me is an enemy
everyone who isn't me is an enemy
Orwynd was blindingly aware he was not alone when the thick musk of a male tainted the crisp air that had before this moment only smelled of dirt and snow. The wolf halted his movements and craned his head to the right, eyes almost immediately landing on the dark form that contrasted against the snow. Fuck, he’s big. He thought, judging the stranger’s size by comparison of a nearby boulder. Orwynd let out a gentle bark. Acknowledgment. I see you.
The company of both male and female were equally welcome to the wolf as he closed the distance between them. Surely this stranger had heard his call and that’s why he was here. Right? Orwynd paused when he was several yards away. Close enough to converse, far enough to dance out of harm’s way should the stranger become aggressive. The wolf’s nose wriggled to and fro as he implanted the male’s scent into his subconscious, remembering. “It’s a night like this that makes you long for a mate, doesn’t it?” He spoke curiously, tilting his head slightly. Orwynd let a sly smile upturn the corners of his lips. “Or anybody.” The male had no qualms of swinging both ways and no shame in it either. Comfort was comfort, pleasure was pleasure. The source was nuance.
The company of both male and female were equally welcome to the wolf as he closed the distance between them. Surely this stranger had heard his call and that’s why he was here. Right? Orwynd paused when he was several yards away. Close enough to converse, far enough to dance out of harm’s way should the stranger become aggressive. The wolf’s nose wriggled to and fro as he implanted the male’s scent into his subconscious, remembering. “It’s a night like this that makes you long for a mate, doesn’t it?” He spoke curiously, tilting his head slightly. Orwynd let a sly smile upturn the corners of his lips. “Or anybody.” The male had no qualms of swinging both ways and no shame in it either. Comfort was comfort, pleasure was pleasure. The source was nuance.
This is a mature character. Prone to foul language & unprovoked harassment.