swept along
11-25-2014, 03:03 PM
The pair had been making their way together well up until now but winter had begun to sweep in and with it came cold, and hunger. The pair were competent hunters and their large size afforded them an advantage rare for other lone wolves, but the pair would still go hungry long before a pack would and they'd certainly be less than comfortable. Together they had reached the decision to take the risk of approaching a pack, but caution had led Björn to urge them toward a smaller pack, one that was less of a danger if they were to find themselves on the wrong side of the pack's laws once again.
Rather than travel at night and alienate the alpha by waking them at night they'd chosen to approach the border in the morning, so Björn's pale lavender eyes were nearly shut against the painful light as he paced by his sister's side. Meeting her gaze questioningly he murmured, "If you feel at any time this will not work, tell me and we will leave no questions asked." They had to be in this together or not at all - he wasn't going to be leaving his sister's side again. "" |
11-25-2014, 03:15 PM
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11-25-2014, 03:28 PM
The first call arises and she diverts her path in her patrol, twisting her form and sweeping steadily towards the cry. Mercury scuffles beside her, his short legs trained over the course of years to keep up with this measured pace. Idly, nostalgically, she tries to remember the first wolf that called for her on these borders almost five years ago, but time has purged her memories of such details, chipped them away. The thoughts are brushes away nonchalantly as she nears the source of the call, pace slowing to a professional but affable gait.
Celestial orbs fall upon the two massive beasts with mild interest, noting their similar size and close stance. They are likely either mates or siblings, the latter more probable, and she tucks this possibility into the back of her mind. Despite their towering size, her stance remains authoritative, though not overly so. Lips are graced with a small, affable upturn as she regards them for only a moment before her dial bobs in a minuscule nod.
"Jupiter Illiadis, Sol and Queen of Ludicael, at your service," comes her low rumble. Already neutral-toned voice has deepened slightly with her age and taken on a rough edge, dropping her octave to only a notch or two above masculine. The battle-scarred phoenix feels her heart pang slightly at the feeling of the words on her lips and how naturally and habitually they fall, leaping to her through the years with a bitter familiarity. The pluck of those strings remains undetectable to her smooth, outward visage, however--a seasoned actor from her youth due to the outward guise she had long ago abandoned, veiling her emotions came naturally also.
Celestial orbs fall upon the two massive beasts with mild interest, noting their similar size and close stance. They are likely either mates or siblings, the latter more probable, and she tucks this possibility into the back of her mind. Despite their towering size, her stance remains authoritative, though not overly so. Lips are graced with a small, affable upturn as she regards them for only a moment before her dial bobs in a minuscule nod.
"Jupiter Illiadis, Sol and Queen of Ludicael, at your service," comes her low rumble. Already neutral-toned voice has deepened slightly with her age and taken on a rough edge, dropping her octave to only a notch or two above masculine. The battle-scarred phoenix feels her heart pang slightly at the feeling of the words on her lips and how naturally and habitually they fall, leaping to her through the years with a bitter familiarity. The pluck of those strings remains undetectable to her smooth, outward visage, however--a seasoned actor from her youth due to the outward guise she had long ago abandoned, veiling her emotions came naturally also.
"speech"
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.
public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.
12-01-2014, 12:22 AM
Bjorn tipped his head in a nod of agreement at his sister's words, but remained silent as she sent a call out for the alpha, instead letting his gaze rove around the area while she was occupied with it. They weren't left to wait long before a fiery orange female appeared. He was surprised to hear her introduce herself as the queen of this pack - truly it was a different place than the Ebony he had left, if their queen deigned to patrol the borders alongside the common soldiers. Or they were desperate. He shifted to send his sister a meaningful glance before speaking up, his voice an edgy rumble quite unlike the relaxed, soft way he spoke to his sister. Even his words and phrasing had changed, becoming shorter and more sharp, not quite belligerent but definitely on the rougher side. His tall, ursine body was set like a bear unsure whether or not it would need to charge as he peered at the brightly colored woman. "Bjorn. This's my sister Birna. We're looking for a pack - we're both of us trained warriors. Interested?" She'd be a fool not to be interested in two potential fighters of their size, unless she was from some soft-bellied pack or something. He could play that angle too if he needed to, to get them in, but somehow he doubted Birna would be all right with hanging out with a bunch of goody-goody types all the time. Just wait and see which way the dice fell. "" |