The howling
Awaken worked his way up onto the shore, pantong from the long swim, fighting currents and things. He shook the water from his fur splashing it everywere. He'd been out of the packlands for afew days scouting areas for his pack to move. Technicaly they weren't a pack anymore, tney didn't have ranks or a certain place to live. More of a nomadic family of rouges who knew no rules. None the less they needed a place to live for the moment.?
He looked around noticing the beautiful plant life. Many colorful flowers and creatures such as colored frogs and lizards. Things his mate could use in her healing and things he could use in his poisons. But plants werent as important as the three main things he was looking for. Food supplies, fresh drinking water, and shelter. The salt water definately wouldn't suffice for fresh water. He'd never alow his pups to drink that!
He kept plowing through the thick forest searching for deer or elk or something to feed a large pack. No such thing as too much food. ?He noticed what looked like an enormous flower on the ground. He lowere his nose inspecting it. The petals were huge and red, however, the inside was full of water. He looked around seeing an abundance of these plants. Well water was check, now to find food and shelter.
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Dripping wet and fighting mad, Rotterdam Miklos was anything but pleased to have swam so far. Granted, water never really bothered him to begin with, but long journeys did. The hulking behemoth stalked along the shoreline, wondering if his swim had even been worth it to begin with. What if there were no women here? Worse.. what if it was full of men? So far all he saw was a large expanse of white sand and boulders, and a treeline in the distance that promised good hunting. It would be then that he remembered he'd brought his hunter with him. Had she survived the swim? Twisting his head back he found her figure not far off. "Let's go, woman." Into the forest he would go, with full intent of Maija chasing something down for him to hunt. The trees were sparse at first, but quickly thickened into a dense jungle. How quaint. Occasionally he would twist his head back to be sure that the woman was following along with him. If she strayed he would not be pleased. Tail flicked between his haunches restlessly. "Do you think there will be food on this godforsaken island?" To be honest, Dragomir might have really liked the island, but Rotterdam was in no state to 'like' anything. However, a figure loomed before him, distracting him from his last question. Immediately he drew forth, keeping to the shadows to prevent being seen. It was, after all, nearly impossible to see a melanistic wolf in the shadows. A haunting smile broke across his lips, flashing pearly white in a beam of light. He emerged from his place of hiding and announced himself with a guttural noise similar to a growl. "Do you live here?" Tones were almost innocent - almost.
"Speech,"
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CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY
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Cross in island
Cross collapsed as soon as his paws felt ground again. His yellow muzzle splashed in the water and staid there until he finally managed the strength to lift it. Dang. That was he called a swim. The boy didn't make any attempt to stand, he just let the churn of the waves slowly roll his soggy butt to the shore line. Once there he remained panting and heaving, and even wretched a bit of salt water. He never complained though. He'd followed Awaken all the way from Mt. Volkan - not quite as daunting as it might have been, considering the boy's prior trip to Seracia. Hard pace, rough terrain, long marches, and he never voiced a word of complaint. Never voiced a word at all in fact. He wasn't a shell shocked baby anymore, but he was maturing into a very solemn, silent wolf. This swim though, had him panting loud enough to scare the fish. Awaken moved onward and Cross was so numb he barely noticed. But all the better if one of them was still able to function. Cross was bigger and more clear-headed than any wolf his age had a right to be, but he was ten months old. That water had been amazing! Beautiful! Exhilarating! But it any more of it would've killed him.
Eventually he rolled over on his back, pressing his black namesake into the damp, pebble dotted sand. He slowly realized that he was in the shade. The canopy of a forest unlike any he'd ever seen was leaning out over the beach and sheltering him from the sun. Quiet or no, Cross could still look with wonder upon sights such as this. The boy found his feet, and, chin tilted upwards, starting climbing up the little beach towards the tree line. This was incredible! The trailing vines, the dozens of different flowers, the foreign scents, the red and blue feathered bird winging by, the deep, impenetrable green of the world ahead-! ...The log of bleached driftwood that he went sprawling over. ...Yeah... He was gonna need a little more time to rest before he started exploring.
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When Cross did finally get up and start trotting through the woods, he fell upon the trail of an adult wolf, but it wasn't Awaken. Clear cut eyes narrowed into Emerald slits, and black hackles raised slightly above overdeveloped shoulders. Someone, maybe even someones were on this island. Cross padded forward, black paws dipping quietly into the mixture of sand, soil and leaf litter. Strange bird calls sounded high above his ears, a low, almost screeching trill rang out somewhere. Cross was in uncharted territory and he was dripping wet with salt water. Not a good mix to expect pleasantries from. As Cross pushed past a tangle of orange flowered vines, he caught sight of the stranger - a pale coated she wolf searching about for prey. Cross eased his hackles down but remain totally on his guard, waiting for the fae to realize that she was no longer on her own
I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE
Awaken snarled as the other wolves did. He realized cross had tagged along... Shit. Gargoyle'd kill him if something happe ed to him. A terrifying growl ripped from his chest but stopped as anlther black wolf howled.
The sound was awefull. He was forced to turn his ears and even try to cover them with his paws. He let out a wimper because of his sore ears. He couldn't tell wether the pitch was high or low, or both! Finaly it stoped when the wolf went on lecturing about peace. He gave a sigh of relif.
"I'm Awaken and this here is Cross. Were just looking around is all.." he explained shortly