Whispers In The Wind
05-11-2013, 10:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-05-2013, 11:19 PM by Cherokee.)
For a place that seemed to be teeming with wolves, the ivory and charcoal brute hadn't run into many wolves since his arrival. The only two he'd actually had a conversation with were the creamy, clay faced girl, Chrysanthe was her name if memory didn't fail him and the oddly colored fire traced queen whose name he never caught. Since then he hadn't had much luck with starting another meet and greet. All the wolves roaming around seemed to belong in this strange place, to have somewhere where they were needed. They all looked so busy, like if they always had something to do. Cherokee didn't want to bother anyone so he kept to himself, simply observing those around him, wondering what they were up to. He hadn't explored much, not knowing where the pack borders started or ended, preferring to avoid unnecessary conflicts. He still wasn't familiar with the layout of the land but from the bits and pieces that he'd gathered from his observing he'd figured out that the forest he was currently wandering in was dubbed the sparse spines. He could understand why, the limited amount of timbers surrounding him giving away as much. The early morning sun filtered through the tree tops, casting lengthy shadows across the terrain, both obscuring and presenting the brute at once. Dual colored gems flickered back and forth across the quiet landscape, simply taking in the morning. One of many on this new land he was sure. Barely anything stirred as the massive knight quietly strode through, the chirp of a bird quiet in the distance. The usual flurry of wolves was stilled for the time being and yet Cherokee knew it wouldn't last long. As soon as the sun reached beyond the mountain peaks he was sure the activity would start once more. Kissers parted, a quiet sigh slipping through as he padded towards one of the few trees, limbs bringing him to a halt before folding beneath him as he lowered himself beside the trunk. After a while walking got boring. And so did lying down. But it didn't hurt to lounge around for a bit. Limbs were extended before him, placed side by sids as he lowered his crown to rest atop his forepaws, hind limbs tucked beneath him to lie on their side, plume curled lazily around his hind paws, gaze slowly roving his surroundings. Would anyone notice him lying down and want to strike up a conversation? He supposed he would have to wait. Talk like this |