Team Free Will
08-09-2013, 03:07 PM
It was a misty morning in the East. Cross had come quite a ways out from his usual haunt, but then, he was a perfectly capable traveler. Toddling along at his mother's hocks, he'd gone all the way from Glaciem in the north to Seracia in the far south. Before he was a year old he'd swum through the ocean channel between Alacritis and Nephilium Island. All that traveling only toned his already forming muscles. At 34 inches, Cross was taller than plenty of adults, and certainly taller any yearling had any right to be. His muscles still had alot of filling out to do of course, and if it weren't for his thick fur he would've looked more like a freakish white coyote than a real flesh and blood wolf. Cross wasn't the sort to put too much stock in build alone however; lately he'd done nothing but focus on his fight training.
But not today. Today he merely wanted to relax and think. The silent creature had tread on hushed black paws all the way from Soul Sand Cove, through woods and over feilds - out into what appeared to be moorlands. For a time he'd sat among the heather, waiting for the sun to rise and the shreds of mist to clear, but even as the morning dawned and the world grew more visible, the mist remained, trailing along the tops of the hills. The boy might've left then and sought some other spot of solitude, when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something out of the mist.
But just as quickly it was gone. He rose to his paws. What had that been? It looked huge - like a cliff face but strangely curved and with holes in it. Cross's curiosity was usually something he kept well reined in, but today...
Today he was going exploring.
Into the mist he delved, moving along at a swaybacked trot, with his head low and tail relaxed. He nosed his way through briars and past heather patches, and up over moss encrusted rocks, until at last he'd gained the nearness to see. And what he saw was unlike anything he ever knew. The usually rather broodish face, uncreased and his cream colored jaw unhinged ever so slightly. Emerald eyes were allowed to stretch wide as he lifted his head and took in the surroundings. Due to the slowly wafting fog, he could only see parts of it at a time, but it was... it was like... Well the only thing he could aliken it to was an old hornets nest he'd found once. The nest had all sorts of little chambers and passageways. This place was like that - only HUGE. In the back of his mind he remembered his old mother's tales of two-legs. Cruel fleshy creatures with the power of gods. Perhaps this was once their work, made long ago, before weather had worn smooth edges and moss and vines had been allowed to take hold. Cross stepped under a stone arch way and into the mist clouded castle.
08-09-2013, 03:36 PM
Liberty
I'm sitting pretty on the throne,
there's nothing more I want,
except to be alone
there's nothing more I want,
except to be alone
The secluded female spent most of her time wandering aimlessly through unexplored territories. She had fled from her pack, whither someone had noticed she did not know, nor did she care. Her mother was gone, and with her fathers random disappearances, she was never certain when she would be shown affection. So, she fled, leaving the head-ache and the worries behind. Despite the expectations she faced she did not want to become beta anytime soon, and possibly, never. At one point it had been the dream her mother had drilled into her, but that her mother had passed, that dream was fading away. She had no desire to sit on a thrown, nor did she crave power; at least, not that type of power. She wanted to be dominated by the ghost she had met on a sheet of ice, but he had long vanished.
Her paws kissed the earth silently as she took in the scene around her. She had never seen a place like this with ruins of past mammals that were believed to rule the earth. She had only heard stories of the animals that walked on two legs, and honestly she didn't believe a word she was told. How could something so ignorant rule the entire world, then vanish? It didn't make sense to her. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hardly noticed the odd colored boy walking through the mist before her. Pools of blue hovered over his figure, and for a moment she doubted he was even there. She had seen a few visions of her mother, mostly in her dreams, so maybe the dreams were becoming a reality? She sue hoped not. She wanted to say something, but her lips pressed shut as she followed after the ghostly figure before her. Was it Isardis? Part of her hoped so, but then again, she knew that man was dangerous. "Ghost? Is that you?" She would say softly, not wanting to startle whoever it was.
"Speech."
08-09-2013, 03:49 PM
With the air so light from altitude and clogged with water, it was hard even for a wolf to distinguish scents. Cross had no idea there was any other creature out there until, suddenly, a young feminine voice broke through the strange, unearthly silence. Cross looked ahead, squinting until his green eyes seemed to glow. There was someone else there. Her words were strange, he supposed he did look rather like a ghost what with his coloring. And besides, what sort of normal wolf hangs out in a place such as this. Hmmm... could say the same for her though. Was it really a wolf, or was this one of those mountain-spirits said to lure people away with sweet voices? Cross wasn't really one for fairytales. His childhood had ended long ago. Back when he'd watched Ithurial have her eyes ripped out and heard the murderous rogue known as Sixx scream for mercy before he was slammed down onto a bristling shard of pine wood. Gods how those scenes still poisoned his dreams. Even his waking hours sometimes. They'd shocked him into a prolonged silence that he was only now beginning to creep out of. Around his family and pack there was no pressure to speak, but around strangers, well, things were usually different.
Cross had raised his head, tail twitching at the end of it's length as he took in the form of a grey-black girl with interest. She almost looked like she could've been one of his family with that coat of hers. Face, still rather impassive, he cocked his head slightly. "I'm no one you know," he said quietly, voice a little rough from lack of use, but still obviously too young for so large a frame. "Why? Do you see ghosts too?" The tones were subdued, grave even. He didn't exactly mean ghosts in the literal sense - he wasn't insane, he didn't see figures rising up form the solid earth. But he was haunted all the same.
08-09-2013, 04:10 PM
Liberty
I'm sitting pretty on the throne,
there's nothing more I want,
except to be alone
there's nothing more I want,
except to be alone
The illusion of a man turned out to be real, which surprised her. She had hoped it was the alluring ghost, but it was nothing more than a random boy she had never seen before. Typical. He was a big boy, and she could tell by his delicate features that he was not very old. He was possibly her age, or maybe a few months older. "Obviously not." She returned his bitter comment with one of her own. Sarcasm dripped hungrily from her maw as he tail licked her hocks. Her patience wasn't usually short, but she could tell already that they were starting on a bad foot. "Not necessarily. I've only seen one ghost, but he vanished shortly after taking what was left of me." When Isardis had left, he had taken the scared little girl with him. Due her mothers death she was maturing rather quickly, and after the meeting with the man on the ice she had practically turned into another woman. She had not experienced a true act of affection since her mother had died, and it was taking a tole on her.
"Speech."