Blue Leaves
A stain. A speck of dirt stained the beautiful alabaster snow. Yet, there were no protests for the blanket of white substance was slowly melting with the seasonal change. Each step was followed by a soft crunch, indicating the snow was hard and ready to turn into slush. Her paws tingled ever so slightly, the damp feeling resonating within the crevices of her pads. The fur in between each tough bit of skin was soaked and flecked with yesterdays mud. But, the stain did not seem to be bothered by the discomfort for she allowed it to be nothing but a reminder of her very existence. Like a burning itch that reminded you that you were so mortal such a thing could impact your lively hood. Nevertheless there was a very strong sense of carelessness coming from the creature. Within her years away the creature learned to leave behind her thoughts of what she believed was true beauty. Her malnutrition-esque form was traded in for that of a gluttonous monster. Her body was formed into that of complete disaster. Muscle and fat lined her bones now, causing her to be seen as a brutish being. Yet, the woman embraced this as she normally did. Using her newfound form to her advantage, learning how to literally throw it around in battle and in social aspects. Instead of her previous.. dainty self. She was now literally.. a disastrous behemoth. Increasing her sense of narcissism even more, perhaps making the demented creature even worse then before. As she took those heavy steps her crimson eyes darted around the passageway she began to enter. The familiar lands never changing, the woman remembers the Col all too well and was thankful that she was alone entering the narrow divet between two heaps of rock. Her shedding winter coat rubbed up against one side of the passageway, causing for her to smile ever so slightly. The feeling was pleasant, for the rocky surface was scratching her sensitive skin ever so slightly. Getting the spots her paws could not reach. - The brute carried on, her ears flicking every which way as she attempted to spot any sort of indication of anyone approaching. Yet, thus far, Schon came up empty handed. As she continued on, the creature seemed rather normal. A normal being sliding through the depths of the Col. "Talk" You Think |
The Col made the predator nervous during the early months of Spring. Snow melted and what was once firmly held in place now came crashing down on to the narrow path at any given moment, but he needed through and the risk of a rockslide wouldn’t turn him away. The sting of cold on his feet was welcoming, the Wolf was used to the rocky terrain, it soothed his aching feet. They missed the familiar sharpness of stone, its hard coolness that the forest floor- even in Winter- seemed to lack. The Wolf had done well for a loner, but then again, he was an able hunter, an opportunistic one when it suited him, he neither gorged himself to the point of being over fed nor did he allow his body to eat away at his own muscle. The rogue ate just enough to keep himself in exemplary condition, thick muscle clung to strong bones but most of it was hidden under a thick, barely shed winter coat. One that snagged along the rock as he walked, unlike the Wolf he had yet to meet, he let his weight press into the stone, digging at the flesh and the released fur that just barely clung. Large tufts were pulled free, snagging on the stone while some floated away on the wind. The scarred rogue had his ears up, listening not only for the sound of other travellers, but for the familiar scrape of stone on stone, signaling a falling of rock and mud. The sound of another first reached his ears and then, quick to follow was the form of a rather intriguing character, brutish in size, plump with muscle and fat with interesting facial markings to go along with it. One would almost think it was another male that he had stumbled upon, but a quick check with the scents in the air told him his eyes were lying, this was a female that he had come across. Aurum gave pause, eyeing the female, his mind sizing her up and assessing her. Muscle and fat showed the signs of either a skilled hunter or a crafty scavenger, something was not right about this she-wolf, but he wasn’t sure what. Not one for words, Aurum simply continued on his path, directly in her way until they were closer together, only then did he finally slow his stride but he remained silent as bright amber eyes gazed upon the oddly marked she-wolf. He was not one for many words, not to those he didn’t know. |