a ship with no sails
07-18-2013, 03:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-13-2013, 12:10 PM by Jupiter I.)
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A purr rumbled out of the beauty's chest as a stray snowflake danced through the air and saw fit to land upon the tip of her nose. "Well aren't you a beauty?" she murmured absently. A flick of a rough pink tongue and it was gone. Silverback resumed her observations of the world about her. The softly falling snow seemed to muffle every possible sound - even the lull of the ocean waves below. Silverback was alone in the silence at the top of the world. The great pillar of frozen water and snow that crowned this land, was just off to her left and slightly behind her. The feline's massive paws were planted at the edge of the ice cliffs. So close was she to the edge that when her chest swelled, it hovered over the empty air. But she was of mountain stock - ever since the birth of her species. She had chased sheep up and down cliffs that others would've sworn only birds could reach. That was what it meant to be snowcat, it was a gift, but lately... it had become a burden too. Silverback was one of a dying kind. Outside of her now dead parents and siblings, she had never seen another of her breed. For all she knew she was the last leopard.
That was what had driven her to the leave the hard won boundaries of her territories - to forsake her peaks and foothills and rock ledges and seek the other corners of the world. Her pawsteps could wind a trail over miles and miles of unmapped snowfeilds and tundra, but as of yet she had found nothing. Nothing. The world rechoed in her mind, the only sound in all of the silent land. She was sick of nothing. Loneliness was annoying. She'd been independent all her life -and intended to remain so for all of her days, but she could still find pleasure in the words of another. These days she was feeling so conversation deprived she'd even accept the company of a wolf.
07-21-2013, 11:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-11-2013, 09:22 PM by Bane.)
Bane was a long way from home, but that didn't bother him, for he had almost missed it, the shadow-like form shifting along the northern most point of these lands. The fur of a chest brushed against ground as the wolf lowered himself into the snow. "Leopard... leopard... leopard." Bane wheezed with each breath. The sudden shock of having a mountain stalker being seen had been unnerving for a moment. Bane took to laying low and inhaling deeply to try and register this ground shadow's scent. It was... female. A female snow-leopard. Was it hostile? What was it doing so far away from the mountains. The animal looked fine and Bane... no, this female feline wasn't a common animal. They're species had history, culture, and a nasty claw swipe after breeding in this leopards case.?
The Snow Leopard was just staring over the shelf of ice and Bane began to realize just what she might be thinking. Was she going to jump? It would be understandable. Snow Leopards were dying out, and Bane couldn't even remember the last time he heard one of them scream over their mountain territory, only that he remember that he'd heard it. Still, he felt obligated to try and stop her despite being outclassed should this encounter turn violent.
Bane stalked closer until he was a comfortable distance away, trying not to disturb and debris in his path. The grey wolf cleared his throat and uttered in a quizzical manner. "Mam, are you going to jump?"
The Snow Leopard was just staring over the shelf of ice and Bane began to realize just what she might be thinking. Was she going to jump? It would be understandable. Snow Leopards were dying out, and Bane couldn't even remember the last time he heard one of them scream over their mountain territory, only that he remember that he'd heard it. Still, he felt obligated to try and stop her despite being outclassed should this encounter turn violent.
Bane stalked closer until he was a comfortable distance away, trying not to disturb and debris in his path. The grey wolf cleared his throat and uttered in a quizzical manner. "Mam, are you going to jump?"
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07-22-2013, 08:42 AM
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The silver silence of the ocean and the sky, was not to remain for long. First came the scent of a mutt, and then the sound of labored breathing, tipped with the common name for her kind. Speak. Of. The. Devil. A canine was coming her way.
She didn't bother turning or shifting until the male spoke. Then it was that she reacted, albeit with spine prickling slowness. After all, only the most accomplished huntress, has the patience and skill to take her time. Silverback's grey-green eyes widened ever so slightly, furry lashes, blinking once and then raising in a lazy, quizzical look as a graceful bend of the neck brought her head around. Over her shoulder she glanced, taking in the form of a scarred male wolf who smelled heavily of distant lands. "What a curious way to start a conversation," she mused, her tones rolling out in sweet, low notes just raspy enough to hint at a purr or a growl. She didn't get the chance to use her voice much, so she had never bothered trying to coax airs into it - but she was a cat, and that sort of thing came naturally. A giant's paw took a side step, making the first movement of a turn around. Furry eyes swept forward against her skull. It didn't need to be said that she could turn nasty at any minute, but for now, all appearences were placid and pleasureable. Odd words or not, she would speak with this male. He'd already succeeded in intriguing her ever so slightly. What sort of creature asked such a thing? And was it her own imagination, or had she heard something like a trace of concern in that question?
Cliffsides didn't imply that sort of thing to her - she'd spent her entire life upon them. For on thing, she was too proud to ever kill herself, and for another, even if she were, she was certain she could come up with a much more creative way of ending her existence; One that didn't involve -and she almost shuddered at the thought- water. No, she had merely been thinking, enjoying the forlorn beauty that she very well could've been an embodiment of.