keep your head UP nothing lasts forever
06-15-2013, 08:50 PM
Irin's wanderings had carried her far from the temperate Western expanses that she had first found herself wandering in. She wasn't sure what had drawn her to leave those warm, western lands, but Irin had wandered anyways, always on the lookout for another of those massive pawprints, hoping to find signs of a giant wolf's strides across these lands. But she had found none of them when she reached the vast, frozen expanses of northern Alacritia. The snow and ice were only made worse by the fact that it was now solidly winter. Her average lengthed pelt did little to shield Irin from the bitterly blowing winds and it did even less to insulate her from the thickly fallen snow, which gathered on her body like a blanket and weighed the yearling down as she trudged onwards. It was by sheer luck that she stumbled across the frozen expanses of the lake. Immediately, her imagination was captured by the strange pillars erupting from the ice, and by the arches that had been created. Almost against her will, she found herself padding onto the ice, blending in easily with her surroundings. White fur against white snow, with only silvery-blue eyes to mark her as anything other than a part of the landscape. Perhaps if she passed through one of these arches, she would find her gaze settling on another land; one of warmth and perpetual summer, the polar opposite of these always frozen expanses. Perhaps if she could climb one of those pillars, she could climb and climb until she reached the realms of the sky, the place where all wolves went when they died. They place that surely she would go, one day, joining the multitudes of other wolves who had left the world behind and watching the world below in the form of a twinkling star. The possibilities out here were absolutely endless. And then she realized what was going on beneath her paws. The ice was lighting up, leaving a path behind Irin with each careful step, feeling to see if the ice would shift beneath her. They glowed and gleamed, illuminating the world around her. Irin stopped dead in her tracks, turning to face the shore as she examined this strange, glowing phenomenon. Maybe it was because this ice was imbued with something otherworldly. Maybe here, she was closer to the realm of the spirits, or to that realm of perpetual summer that had to be straight through one of these arches. This place really was beautiful, despite the bitter winds and below freezing temperatures. "speech" |
06-15-2013, 09:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-15-2013, 09:33 PM by Domovei.)
Home, huh? She almost wondered what it would be like to have a home again. Maybe she would find a home in these lands. But Irin doubted it. It was rare that wolves spent as much time in her company as Domovei was. He was kind, if a bit . . . strange. Not that Irin had any place to judge. But he had kept her imagination more grounded than most did. She wasn't sure what it was about him that did that, but he had, but he had. And she wasn't sure how she felt about that. But her attention had been focused largely on him and not on the worlds that she spun for herself. It wasn't a particularly common occurrence. "It sounds like a nice place," Irin observed, half to herself. Though in fact she knew little about it, it had to be a nice place if wolves were happy there. Life was black and white like that.
At the mention of a master, however, Irin blinked, turning her curious gaze towards Domovei thoughtfully. A master? Was that simply a fancy name for Alpha? If so, maybe the pack wasn't particularly nice after all. But maybe it was Master in the traditional sense, and he was a servant or a slave or something like that. Maybe she had saved his life, and until he paid off his debt, he was bound to her, doing whatever she pleased. "Master?" She tilted her head slightly, asking for clarification in her quiet manner, as she was inclined to.
A rogue. Well, she supposed she was. Irin thought absently of her small pack, the one that she had left behind not so long ago and shook her head slightly, ears pricking in Domovei's direction. "Yeah, I guess I am." Irin blinked, shrugging her shoulders. "What's Amenti like?" There, a subject change. Irin wasn't much for talking about her family. They were not particularly horrible or anything, it just wasn't as much fun as learning new things was. And she was indeed curious about the home of which Domovei spoke.