Twisting and turning
09-04-2014, 09:19 PM
This was a unique place, strange and yet oddly comforting. Perhaps it was the black soft sad beneath her paws or the calm ocean to her right. Whatever the case Adalgisa knew she would be visiting here again, the tormented demons within her were calm and not screaming at her to let them lose. They were few in between but were quite known for her much colder and even vicious personality traits; the aftermath of the rebellion had left it's mark upon her young mind.
Turning to face the sea, those ghostly eyes drifted over the flowing and ever shifting waters. Never to be stopped, never to be calm for long. There was simply no control. Always twisting and turning with a mind of it's own, what drove these forces was unknown, but she was captivated by it. Beautiful." The first word to leave her in some time, it was a soft mummer and nothing more.
09-04-2014, 10:17 PM
They had come to this place for one reason, and one reason only. That was Adalgisa's decision though, he could care less for his own well being. He had realized this in the aftermath of the rebellion, them growing up. The bastard was no one special, but he wanted to be noticed by Adalgisa anyway. The only one who understood him, they understood each other and their hatred for others. Wolves of the world were distasteful and betrayers. It took a long, long time for anyone to convince Solas otherwise of them. And not one had proved him wrong yet besides his sister. Even his other siblings he payed no attention to what so ever, while Adalgisa had nearly died from a rogue attack Solas had used all his strength to save her which what had started their strong bond anyway.
The sound of the water against the shore made him curious. As such his sister spoke of it being beautiful. Solas' curious cyan eyes shit closed, as he brought his head underneath her muzzle in reaction to the words. His ears pressed against his skull as the top of his head hit the bottom of her neck in affection. The only sort of affection he would give to anyone, for probably a very long time. As he opened them again and looked at the moving waves. He pulled away from Adalgisa and walked closer to the ocean.
However unaware of the nail remaining in the sand from human influence all those years ago. Striking him in the left white paw, a small yelp escaped his maw of surprise as his knee locked and he scraped along the nail on his leg. It was just deep enough to bleed, but it wasn't anything serious. However when the blood began to stain the sand he growled moderatly. He had been careful not to hurt himself, since neither of them had much medical knowledge. But now sure he had done it and it pissed him off. Of course he didn't give much reaction but Ada would be able to tell of his temperment.
09-04-2014, 10:32 PM
They had came here for no particular reason, then again if she was left to her own devices the yearling was prone to wandering. Causing trouble here and there, though back when she had been much younger and had been patrolling with her brother Solas and a few other pack members, she had strayed from them to check something out and quite had been viciously attacked. The others had stood by and done naught; Solas had stepped up to the plate and essentially saved her life. From there and their understanding of one another, a unbreakable bond had been forged; never to be broken except for that eternal sleep that would claim them one day.
A smile touched her normal stoic features as her head dipped down only to pressed against his own skull and into the side of his neck earned a loving nuzzle, the affection was only saved for him. Others did not receive her affection save for a cold, outer shell. Sighing softly as he pulled away, she watched with curiosity and yet the smell of blood along with his yelp had been a obvious sign that he had bee harmed. Blinking those ghostly eyes, Adalgisa stepped closer to view what had harmed him; a small simple metal-like object. Weird this thing was, but her gaze shifted to him. "We should get that looked at." All too well knowing that they could not afford to be wounded.