Wrong Way
04-18-2018, 12:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2018, 03:25 PM by Miach.)
Miach's recent encounter with his brother had an unexpected outcome. However, he was glad to have gotten it done with, as he felt this would better their relationship in the long run. He still had to speak with an alpha of Lirim to discuss leaving the pack, as well as his mother. As much as he appreciated her raising him and Lirim's help, it was simply time to move on with his life. If his father decided he wanted nothing to do with the man, then he would simply train and better himself until his father felt he was worth spending some time with. All this had been eating away at him for the past few days, he just wanted to get away. Titan ended up wandering north, where the weather was significantly colder. With the sudden temperature drop, the man now wished he had a thicker coat. The bitter wind threatened to have the man frozen by nightfall. Miach was sure he'd find some sort of shelter soon, or his body would simply adapt to the harsh climate the north provided him with. Traveling through this area made him realize how truly desolate this land appeared. There were, of course, the prey that was used to the climate here, but as far as wolves went, he had yet to spot any. Brute decided to come to a stop in Frost Island. The area called to him, it was quite beautiful. The sight of snow covering the trees and other foliage, and inches of it blanketing the earth left Miach in awe. It might have been a desolate land, but it seemed to hold many beautiful wonders. You really only had to look past the harsh weather to see it. Titan stopped for a moment to take it all in. Lids shut over those bright ruby eyes and he held his snout high in the air. The bitter air stung as he inhaled, but as he sat there enjoying the moment his body adjusted. Snow fell to the earth, little flakes beginning to land on his coat and he smiled. He'd spent so much time training, he hadn't had a day to enjoy himself. Hell, no one was around, would it really be an issue to let go this once? Taking a moment to think it over, he decided it would definitely be worth it. The sudden boost of energy made him feel like a kid again. Back toes dug into the soft snow as his talons desperately searched for a way to get some grip. Miach lifted himself in the air for a moment, desperately trying to catch some of the falling snowflakes. Massive jaws snapping wildly in the air before he could no longer hold himself up. Eyes wide with excitement as he pranced around in the snow still trying to eat the flakes before they reached the blanketed earth. Taking a break every now and then to shake his fur off. As much as he loved playing in it, the snowflakes melting in his coat made him mildly uncomfortable. This alone time he was graced with was absolute bliss. He hadn't felt this free in a long time, even though he'd been roaming for such a long time. All work and no play made Miach a very dull boy. Eyes closed again and he pointed his muzzle to the sky, chuckling. Man was enjoying this feeling, no responsibilities for once really helped relieve a lot of stress. As serious as he was, everyone needed to relax here and there. Otherwise, the world would be full of pricks. Titan was content, spending his time like this. He was seriously considering doing this more often. Perhaps this could be his private spot, somewhere to escape all of his troubles. Big wolf dove muzzle first into the cold mush that covered the ground, rolling around in it. He was attempting a wolf angel. However, when he got up it kind of looked like a big random blob in the snow. Eh, no matter. A smirk played at his maw as he turned a few times in place before settling in the snow, Leaving those large limbs out in the open as he leaned onto his side. Head collapsed in the snow and the brute just sighed. He wasn't looking to sleep, only relax a bit before moving on to get things done. He didn't want to think about what lay ahead of him just yet. The young man wanted to savor this time he had, live in the moment. Walk, "Talk" Think |
04-22-2018, 04:31 PM
Even though the earth had seemed to thaw somewhat, with the steady changing of seasons, the farthest reaches of the north never seemed to fully escape the tight clutches of winter. While the amount of snow that usually covered the land was less than usual, though as the weeks wore on, the sight of winter was just around the corner. Though she and her sister had yet to fully decide what they'd do, other than some vague plans of scoping out the packs and wolves that resided in the north a bit more carefully, Ásvor was restless at the thought of spending another winter without knowing what her purpose now was. This uncertainty fouled her mood more than she dared let on. Instead of dwelling on it for much longer, Ásvor decided to distract herself by venturing to the frost-capped island to the western edge of the northern coast. Of course, no true adventure was complete without partaking in some psychoactive herbs.. and she'd been lucky enough to find a wilted bundle of jimson weed on her travels. Carrying the plant with her only made her decide she really ought to find something suitable to carry her stores in, especially if she wasn't going to settle down in one place, but that wasn't an option right now. Sometimes she'd dig herself a hiding spot to stash them for later retrieval, but with the ground so frozen here she had little luck with that plan. Eventually, she decided to abandon the full plant she'd found and chew a few of the flowers, grimacing at the bitter taste. Better than wasting them entirely, right? Either way, perhaps they might help help either enlighten or distract her. Either seemed an equally good solution currently.. Perhaps because of the plant's slightly wilted state, the effects took longer than she expected to kick in. Ásvor couldn't help but wonder, after awhile, if she'd feel anything at all. Some time after she consumed the plant, the effects started to creep over her.. slowly, and quietly, spreading a slow warmth from her core outward. It was hard not to feel nourished by it, like one might feel satiated by a good meal, though with these pleasant effects came another sensation slowly as she wandered. One of paranoia and distrust, though she maintained her composure as she wandered, acutely aware of the feeling of snow crunching beneath her paws. The sound seemed amplified, booming in her ears. Only when she caught the scent of a stranger would she tense, redirecting her path. Despite feeling that creeping sense of uncertainty, she had to know who else was here - and more important, why. This wasn't exactly a place that many navigated to, after all. Once she caught sight of the stranger - a male larger than her, with gray and russet markings - she felt her heart begin to race rapidly. Somehow, he seemed to mutate before her very eyes even lying down in the snow; she watched, lips twitching in a silent snarl, as she watched his coat ebb and flow like the tides of the sea. All she could think was that there were snakes beneath his thick pelt, twisting and curling around his bones, and the sight made her stomach turn. "The fuck is wrong with you?" Ásvor snarled as she moved a few slow steps closer, barely aware that the world twisting before her was a result of her own mind and not reality. Instead of simple disgust and uncertainty, now she felt a need to punish this creature rising in her throat like bile. |
04-23-2018, 05:56 PM
Miach was caught off guard by the unfamiliar voice, surprised that he hadn't gotten a whiff of her first. Embarrassment washed over the brute as he turned to face the woman. She wasn't anyone he knew, but still, he was caught enjoying himself. Titan would simply have to bounce back and show her that he was definitely more professional than he appeared to be at the moment. Lean frame moved to align his spine with his skull, gripping the freezing snow beneath him. Head held high, he would be sure to present himself as the more dominant one here. A grin spread across his maw as he looked the woman over, red gaze never pausing to make any eye contact. The way she held herself, he could tell something wasn't quite right, but he wouldn't assume she was looking for a fight just yet. The woman before him wasn't that large, but she definitely wasn't small either. She appeared to be well fed, likely a pack wolf. If she wasn't a part of any pack then she definitely couldn't have been alone. There was more than just her own scent lingering, a hint of something else. Brute wouldn't question her on it though, instead, he would attempt to approach the situation in a friendly manner, and with caution. He approached, but left some distance between them, about six feet to be exact. He wasn't looking to provoke any violence, but he felt it necessary to close the space between them in order to properly introduce himself and show that he was no threat to her. "I was just taking some time to myself. I'm Miach, and you would be?" His grin had died down a bit, leaving a nice smile. The man figured a grin might be a bit creepy, he wasn't trying to make her any more on edge than she already was. He'd give her time to reply, while still maintaining that defensive stance. He couldn't take any major chances with so much to do in the coming days. Titan had to be constantly aware and ready for anything. Miach wanted to keep in good shape, he still had some time to prove himself worthy. At least, the young man felt he did. So his paws still spread and talons clinging to the ground, maintaining whatever grip he could get with all the snow. Tail flagged, and his head now lowered, using that massive cranium to defend any vital areas should this female decide to strike. His coat was slowly being covered by the little flakes falling all around him, but there was no time to shake it off. He'd simply have to sacrifice his warmth and comfort to keep his eyes on the woman. However, if she was going to make her move wouldn't she have done it by now? Perhaps she was a little out of it, he understood being somewhat defensive but he couldn't understand why she hadn't let her guard down yet. At this point, anyone else might have at least loosened up a bit with a name to associate with a face. Walk, "Talk" Think |