Northern Exposure [Echo]
01-06-2018, 11:51 PM
You feel like a badboy? Well I'm King Kong... She listened to his description of the lands with unconcealed interest, ears perked and standing at attention as she fixed him with those bright gold eyes. What he described sure sounded a lot better than the vast, seemingly endless stretches of sand from which she hailed. To be honest, she couldn't say she'd ever been in a land that could even hope to be described as rich. This would be interesting! "Sounds like the place to be, then! I can warm up, and you can explore, and all will be well." she smiled faintly, slowly growing more comfortable with this new companion. "Likewise! You're one of the first wolves I've met here, you know." She trotted after him, working to make her spindly, but shorter, legs keep up with him. It didn't take too much effort but only because he held himself in check. For a moment she stopped walking and she could almost feel her heartbeat quicken as she asked about the land she came from. Recovering quickly, she quickened her pace to catch back up, her voice cracking ever so slightly as she replied, "Oh! Well, that would be a bit of a tale. It's, not exactly a nice place to put it lightly. You see while I'm far more comfortable in the heat because I'll neither freeze nor roast, the living conditions in the specific lands I was residing in were unfavorable. Very little prey, if any at all it sometimes seemed. And ruled by a strict cast system of sorts. The ones who could take large prey down were the ones with large numbers, but for the most part only higher class wolves could manage that. If you did catch prey, you had to decide if you had enough on hand that you could afford to sell it, some wolves did that and got a lot of good stuff in return." she shrugged, it was a broken and poor explanation of the place, but got the gist across so she was satisfied. "As for me, when I was there, well... I was a thief. I pilfered and stole every day until the day I got caught." Echo was surprised how easy it was to recount that when it felt to painful to remember. She'd been caught because she'd been betrayed. And she'd never forgive the one who turned on her. "That's how I got the title of 'Sandhound', you see. There, the rules that have been set are strictly enforced. Stealing is punishable by the compulsory cropping of one's ears," she let her eyes flick upwards towards her odd looking ears, which were made to stand out more by the piercings she'd acquired after they were cropped, "And banishment from the lands while being known by the title of Sandhound. As they assume you'll spend the remainder of your days alone in the sand until you die because no one will help you." If she'd hated her home before, she despised it now. Not all of it, but certainly the way that things were. She'd go back for her family but... After they disappeared, she had to believe they weren't even there anymore anyways. Sighing softly, she looked at Ashiel and asked, "What's it like here?" Walk. "Speak!" "Think." |