Drawn by Fate
01-29-2016, 04:34 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Miksa traversed along the edge of the territory that had recently been claimed, tiptoeing just outside of the border. Though his tan ears stood perked atop his head, he only half heard the noises around him, his thoughts drowning out what he did not hear. This was his home now. He was indebted to take care of it and act as a guardian for it, following the fighter's way that he had thought could possibly suit him. But the challenge put to him to hold that rank within Celestial, one of the newest packs in the region, had only managed to prove to him how much he still needed to learn.
It was disconcerting, as much as he wished not to be pessimistic about it. His brow drew into a disappointed frown as he considered the spar and his part in it, noting each mistake that had been made, each action that needed to be executed better. Room for improvement, he reminded himself, trying to take on the optimistic tone that his leader had after they had finished sparring. In all things she was optimistic, and no matter that Miksa still continued to chide himself for mistakes she only encouraged with positivism.
Until he decided to work on his sparring again - he did not intend to break from it for very long - Miksa was determined to make himself useful in other ways. Like walking the border and making sure Celestial was safe and peaceful. Finally becoming fully aware of his surroundings again, the white wolf crossed over the border between the Plains and the territory beside it, a rocky region comprised of many earthy shades of red and tan. He had not been out this way before, nor did he intend to go very far. He only wanted to venture a little ways from the pack's border and set his mind at ease that there were no shady individuals lurking about.
Miksa traversed along the edge of the territory that had recently been claimed, tiptoeing just outside of the border. Though his tan ears stood perked atop his head, he only half heard the noises around him, his thoughts drowning out what he did not hear. This was his home now. He was indebted to take care of it and act as a guardian for it, following the fighter's way that he had thought could possibly suit him. But the challenge put to him to hold that rank within Celestial, one of the newest packs in the region, had only managed to prove to him how much he still needed to learn.
It was disconcerting, as much as he wished not to be pessimistic about it. His brow drew into a disappointed frown as he considered the spar and his part in it, noting each mistake that had been made, each action that needed to be executed better. Room for improvement, he reminded himself, trying to take on the optimistic tone that his leader had after they had finished sparring. In all things she was optimistic, and no matter that Miksa still continued to chide himself for mistakes she only encouraged with positivism.
Until he decided to work on his sparring again - he did not intend to break from it for very long - Miksa was determined to make himself useful in other ways. Like walking the border and making sure Celestial was safe and peaceful. Finally becoming fully aware of his surroundings again, the white wolf crossed over the border between the Plains and the territory beside it, a rocky region comprised of many earthy shades of red and tan. He had not been out this way before, nor did he intend to go very far. He only wanted to venture a little ways from the pack's border and set his mind at ease that there were no shady individuals lurking about.
MIKSA
01-29-2016, 09:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-29-2016, 10:00 PM by Esarosa.)
No shady individuals lurking here. Just Esarosa. She should have been at home, making use of herself to her new pack, but after meeting Varda, she wasn't quite ready to go back yet. Besides, she'd already caught the man's scent after leaving the oasis and couldn't resist following the trail; a few more hours away from her pack wouldn't make a difference, right? She found herself in a very dry place, though being in the west, it wasn't so uncommon to find these dry and arid places. Her nose stung from the dry heat, and it was getting more difficult to follow the trail she'd been on - it was like the scent itself was evaporating. Panting, her pace had slowed as the sun beat down on her jet black coat. She was surprised by the scalding heat considering it was only spring, but this was the west. It was possible too, that she was afflicted by her own internal heat, and maybe that was why she went to such great lengths to find her friend, just to see that he was well. She could think of little else for the time being. After all, the last time she'd seen him, he had been displaced by the disbandment of his former home - she couldn't bare to go home until she was sure he was okay. She found herself closely passing marked territory as she traversed the dry, oddly colored rocky landscape. The borders carried the same scent that Varda had been swathed in. So, he was around here after all, the place that Varda called Celestial. He wasn't alone nor homeless anymore. The realization was bittersweet for her. Sighing, she wondered if she ought to just turn around and go home. But giving up was not her thing. She pressed onward, hoping to catch sight of her friend before he returned beyond borders that she could not enter. At last she saw him. She was sure this time, not like when she'd found the ivory woman. She was not mistaken. He was making his way along the edge of the territory, and the very way he walked was recognizable. She put on a burst of speed, feeling the searing heat nearly overwhelm her. By the time she approached from behind, she had to slow herself. "Hey!" she called out, trotting to come up beside him and offering a friendly grin, "Miksa, I've been looking for you everywhere since the last time we met. Finally caught up with you!" She paused, wanting to say more, of course, but she had to give herself a moment to catch her breath, and she should probably give him the chance to get a word in, too. She'd hoped to tell him there was a place waiting for him if he was still wandering alone, but that would not be a possibility now. Still, she was glad to have found him. They could still catch up, since they'd each joined new packs, though she hadn't got the chance to tell him yet that she had joined Argead. She'd be able to go home after, satisfied with her findings, instead of wondering. |
01-29-2016, 11:14 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Things seemed overall quiet out west. As Miksa continued to wander along, he found nothing that looked out of the ordinary, nothing worth noting and taking back to Surreal. It was nice in its own way - it surely allowed his mind to wander as he had already proven - but at the same time it created a new worry that was slowly settling into the back of the white wolf's mind. Threar's borders had been quiet too, and they had been caught unawares twice by others who wished to do them harm. Celestial was so newly formed that Miksa feared a repeat of events happening here, and it fueled his determination not to grow lax in his judgment.
It caused a new furrow to start between his black-marked brows, but it smoothed away the second he heard a familiar voice call out his name. The white wolf's stride slowed as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at Esarosa, a quick smile twitching across his face. Of course she was here. She was always there when he least expected her. And since he had already worried himself around and around his thoughts too many times to count, her presence was entirely welcome.
"Esarosa," he greeted her, continuing to walk along his patrol as she caught up to him, but upon seeing how winded she had become he immediately slowed to a stop so that she could properly catch her breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." he began to say, but a whiff of her scent stalled his train of thought. She smelled...different. In more ways than one. It took Miksa a second to recognize that part of that was because her scent was now mingled with that of a pack, and realizing that the rest of it was altered by heat brought a swift and sudden blush beneath the white fur of his cheeks - something he hoped was not visible.
He gave his head a quick, indiscernible shake before he tried again, "I didn't realize I was being hard to find." She had been looking for him? For how long? How had he managed to evade her, the one wolf he knew who constantly seemed to be in motion? His yellow eyes studied her in puzzlement, and his mind felt as if it was only moving at half speed, not quite keeping up. "You've...been looking for me?" he asked, prompting her to explain if she needed to. A lot had changed since they had last spoke, and knowing her he suspected she would have a lot more to say than he would.
Things seemed overall quiet out west. As Miksa continued to wander along, he found nothing that looked out of the ordinary, nothing worth noting and taking back to Surreal. It was nice in its own way - it surely allowed his mind to wander as he had already proven - but at the same time it created a new worry that was slowly settling into the back of the white wolf's mind. Threar's borders had been quiet too, and they had been caught unawares twice by others who wished to do them harm. Celestial was so newly formed that Miksa feared a repeat of events happening here, and it fueled his determination not to grow lax in his judgment.
It caused a new furrow to start between his black-marked brows, but it smoothed away the second he heard a familiar voice call out his name. The white wolf's stride slowed as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at Esarosa, a quick smile twitching across his face. Of course she was here. She was always there when he least expected her. And since he had already worried himself around and around his thoughts too many times to count, her presence was entirely welcome.
"Esarosa," he greeted her, continuing to walk along his patrol as she caught up to him, but upon seeing how winded she had become he immediately slowed to a stop so that she could properly catch her breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." he began to say, but a whiff of her scent stalled his train of thought. She smelled...different. In more ways than one. It took Miksa a second to recognize that part of that was because her scent was now mingled with that of a pack, and realizing that the rest of it was altered by heat brought a swift and sudden blush beneath the white fur of his cheeks - something he hoped was not visible.
He gave his head a quick, indiscernible shake before he tried again, "I didn't realize I was being hard to find." She had been looking for him? For how long? How had he managed to evade her, the one wolf he knew who constantly seemed to be in motion? His yellow eyes studied her in puzzlement, and his mind felt as if it was only moving at half speed, not quite keeping up. "You've...been looking for me?" he asked, prompting her to explain if she needed to. A lot had changed since they had last spoke, and knowing her he suspected she would have a lot more to say than he would.
MIKSA
01-30-2016, 01:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-30-2016, 01:16 AM by Esarosa.)
She moved along at his side as best she could, but was grateful when he slowed his pace, coming to a stop for a moment as she panted. He greeted her, and she looked up at him, smiling, her tail waving. Then he spoke. Oh, there he went again, apologizing without need. She chuckled; he was always saying sorry. But then he went quiet abruptly, mid-sentence, his nose twitching. What is... her thoughts trailed off quickly, as it didn't take long for her to realize why he'd stopped. Her mouth gaped slightly as she gazed at him for several long, painfully uncomfortable moments. Her tail tucked swiftly. Cheeks burned hot, and her eyes then cast to the ground bashfully as her claws itched the rocky surface somewhat anxiously. Was he going to act differently now? But what would different be like? she wondered, feeling herself squirm slightly as her heart thudded against her chest - and not from the dash she'd made to catch up. She suddenly felt very self-conscious, and a million thoughts and feelings rushed through her all at once. It was strange to her, but somehow the sudden flutter she felt within was not undesirable. Sensibility and caution leaving her mind, her tail moved back to a neutral position, the tip twitching restlessly. She could hardly remember why she'd come this far to find him. How was she supposed to cope with this? She hadn't thought about it until now, but she'd avoided being around any males since spring had begun. Well, she supposed if she had to be around any man right now, she'd certainly prefer to be near the man that stood next to her now. Esa dared to look up at him again when he found his voice once more, continuing on with what he'd been saying. His words brought her back to the present, reminding her why she'd really come here. He seemed a little puzzled, and all she could do was giggle slightly, waving her tail brazenly. It wasn't that he'd been hard to find, it was more that she'd been interrupted along the way. She'd hesitated a long time after meeting Varda and being informed that they were in the same pack, and several times she thought she should just go home. But finally she'd found him. She wouldn't achieve what she'd hoped for today, to bring him home with her, but at least she had this chance to see him. It might be a long time before they met again, for though she may be free-spirited, she was longer without boundaries. Perhaps it would not always be that way, but for now, that's how it was. "Yes, and I'd been hoping to find you sooner - I came from the emerald valley as fast as I could, 'cause a new pack formed there, but..." she began in a speedy, rambling manner, her tail twitching with the emphasis of each syllable, "I met Varda along the way. She says your home, Celestial, was finally established and you're both living there now. So my real reason for coming here, well, I was gonna see if you were still waiting for that home and I thought maybe Argead would have been the place you were waiting for. But I guess now I just want to know how you're settling in." She took in a deep breath after speaking so quickly. She supposed she wanted to hear him confirm it himself, though it seemed quite obvious to her. She just wanted to be absolutely certain he was settling in, enjoying himself in his new home, and have a nice visit until they had to go their separate ways. |