in a little green boat
10-19-2016, 11:33 AM
Off Orica went, leading the way through the thing's belly, ducking and dodging fallen debris on tiny, spritely paws. Avoiding the jagged spars, some flaking off red dust that looked like rotten, powdery wood and smelled like blood and ice. She was conscious of the male's presence, big and warm and downright toasty in the small space. He seemed nice and straight forward. Traits she was happy to return. Or do her best to. But she couldn't help but be curious. He was polite and friendly at a glance. He said he liked others. So why was there no scent of pack on him? Perhaps it was the frozen wastes or the strong winds outside, stripping all trace of others, but she could smell no scent of collective wolf, of family and clan on him. She had enough experience in a pack to know that wolves weren't kicked out without good reason, and enough time as a wanderer herself to know that people traveled solo for a mirad of reasons. No two loners were the same. A warning and a promise. But he was asking her questions as they walked. How'd she end up here? Whether he meant this ship, the north, or these lands in general, the answer was the same. "I'm scouring the north. A bit of a quest you see." This was going to turn into story telling. She really couldn't ask for a better feel for it - the cold metal husk, dotted with frost stars, the shadows and shades where no sun could reach. The sound of the winds moaning and tearing and echoing without, streadily growing louder with each passing minute. She almost wished she had a spookier one. Well she did - plenty- but they wouldn't answer Aki's question. "I've heard rumors of a pack in the north reaches of this land. One who's very name sounds like ice. It's said to be ruled by wolves of the ancora line. Well I am a wolf that bloodline - or at least some branch of it. I lost touch with my family long ago when I went off adventuring. I hope to find something of them again. The relation may be distant or entirely mistaken, but I will keep my hopes til they are proven wrong. Either way I intend to offer my knowledge as a healer." She was always most in her element when helping people. Her voice was a strange contrast to the cold dark of the place. High, but no longer thin and fairy-like with youth. It had substance and song and seemed almost to linger. Beautiful to the point of haunting as she laid out her tale before a near stranger. She didn't mind. Her other gift, however, she did not mention. She intended to offer that too, in time, at least if the wolves the other pack proved blood or proved worthy. For one thing they might not believe. It was a bit of a stretch for many - including herself at one point. And for another... even among those that believed in strange forces, many would not take kindly to having a Seer wolf among them. But perhaps he'd heard of this pack. THey were supposed to be somwhere in the north? Could he give her any hints or directions?"I would be most grateful," she said, sitting primly, shivering with her fur all a-fluff. "If you could give me any knowledge or guesses about such a pack." Her eyes glittered - shining blue in the black of the 'cavern's' underbelly. |
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