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Post by Heron on Oct 22, 2005 5:30:49 GMT -5
Stark against the rapidly darkening sky and the emerald stalks of grass above and below him, the bulky form of a large white wolf trekked slowly up the hills, tongue lolling from parted jaws. Tiny silver stars watched him merrily from the heavens, and the moon - which had recently emerged from hiding - washed the earth in a pale glow, picking out the cold colours of Heron's chalky pelt.
The brute reached the crest of the hill, and hard grey eyes softened as they gazed at the reddish stone that formed the cave before him. Home sweet home.... The brute thought as he trotted forward into the mouth of the cave, turned around and slid into a lying position, wrapping his pale banner about him.
Heron's family pack - most of whom no longer resided in Salvation Forest - had once called this home, and had guarded it from other packs. The place comforted Heron, and he hoped that one day, when, or if, he formed a pack, this would be their territory - if he formed a pack before another found Sandstone Cave, that is.
Steely orbs flitted over the midnight blue sky, pausing on different constellations to admire them as Heron mused over these things, although neither his posture nor his eyes displayed any of what was going on inside his head. After a moments admiring, Heron laid his large head on his paws, closing his eyes and allowing himself to fall into a relaxing slumber.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 22, 2005 5:45:06 GMT -5
At the foot of the hill a grey-white pelt glistened in the faded moonlight, following a scent with her nose to the ground. The Fae's ears pricked up as the scent instantly got stronger, and Cheyenne's blood-stained maw glanced up at the snowy white Brute. Tilting her head slightly, she padded up the broad hill with interest, sunken down defensively as she did when she approached anything. Her crystal blue eyes surveyed the cavern with interest, taking in the different colours. A lovely sandwood colour...
Her eyes turned to the Brute, resting on him as she buckled her front legs and sank into a brief bow. Rising again she sat, waiting for the Brute to speak. [/sup]
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Post by Heron on Oct 22, 2005 15:03:10 GMT -5
Heron's nose twitched, his eyes slowly blinking open to watched sleepily as Cheyenne approached and bowed. Recognition flashed in his eyes as his maw streched in a broad yawn. He slowly rose to his feet, streching luxuriously, pale pelt rippling with the muscles beneath it, before returning the femme's bow deeply.
"Greetings, Cheyenne." He said in his gravelly tones, mildly surprised that he had met with the pale grey hued femme again quite so soon. He tilted his head to the side slightly, his lips forming a polite question.
"What brings you here?"
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Post by Heron on Oct 22, 2005 15:03:29 GMT -5
ooc: Wow. Really bad post..... meh.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 23, 2005 2:30:57 GMT -5
"Company really. It gets lonely in these large woods by yourself."
Her ears twitched as she relaxed her frame, her crystaline eyes watching the steely glaze of the Brute. Her front paws kneaded softly into the ground as she continued to watch the Brute.
OOC|| Meh...Insperation-less [/sup]
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Post by Dranze Moonwraith on Oct 24, 2005 4:33:45 GMT -5
"Indeed it is my fellow wolven."
A smooth baritone voice said from behind both of them. A hulking black masculine appeared to materialize from the darkness, his golden eyes drinking in all that was around him. He sat his dark bulk down, bowing respectfully to the both of them.
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Post by Heron on Oct 24, 2005 5:11:47 GMT -5
Heron smiled, dipping his head in agreement. "Yes, I agree. It can....."
He trailed off as a deep voice interupted him, and icy grey eyes watched as Dranze approached the cave. A single eyebrow raised, but other than that Heron's posture didn't change at all.
"Greeting, brute." He said cooly. "What bring you here."
Heron slowly rose to his feet, hackles tingling. Sandstone cave was, as far as he was concerned, his territory. He wouldn't be moving from it without a fight, at least. And Dranze posed a threat - he could have a pack waiting at his back, ready to take Sandstone Cave for themselves, although Heron could smell nothing interesting other than Cheyenne and Dranze himself.
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Post by Dranze Moonwraith on Oct 24, 2005 5:30:31 GMT -5
The edges of Dranze's mouth curved upward in a wolfish smile, showing his pale white ivories.
"Merely the chance to be in good company, Brute."
He answered courtesously, shaking his head slightly. His golden orbs wathced carefully, but other than that, he looked completely at ease.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 24, 2005 12:54:33 GMT -5
Cheyenne sunk down defensively at the sight of another Brute, her upper lip curled as a warning. As Heron spoke to the Brute the Fae relaxed slightly, but not enough to notice. Her instincts told her to attack, and win. She hadn't had a good fight for a while, and how she loved a fight. The atmosphere, the tension. It was a thrill for the Fae. However, she kept her cool and remained beside the snowy white figure of Heron, her crystal eyes watching the unknown Brute's. [/sup]
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Post by Tai|Echo on Oct 25, 2005 12:46:54 GMT -5
Voices drifted along the wind toward the erect audits of a traveling figure, her footfalls silent as she padded toward the cave she had presumed empty. Echo froze, hackles bristling. Typical. Just when she had found a place to rest it had to be inhabited. She sighed, a breeze ruffling her peltage of grey and beige.
Honey-coloured occuli fixed on the Sandstone Cave, Echo summoned up her courage and ploughed onwards, having decided to meet these wolves, whoever they were.
Three figures came into view; two males and a female. Echo smelt no dominance amongst them and so guessed that they weren't a pack. She had every right to be there as they had. Holding her dial higher than it had been (although not too high so as not to seem thingyy) Echo approached them, fully confident.
"Greetings." she said, her gaze lingering on each wolf in turn. "I am Echo and have only just reached here." Thinking of nothing else to say, the grey and beige femora reclined to her haunches and seated herself quite comfortably.
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Post by Heron on Oct 26, 2005 15:00:19 GMT -5
Heron Oak snorted soflty at the brute's reply, yet inclined his hea din acceptance all the same. "Fair enough....." He said softly, resting his head on his paws once more.
However, he only managed to relax his crania for moments before another wolf came into view - a femme this time.
With a sigh, Heron lifted his head, feeling slightly overwhelmed with all the strangers, or near-strangers, he had been meeting lately. He was glad that the forest was filling up, for he remembered his pup years, when the trees were bursting at the seams with wolven, and he remembered how much he had enjoyed seeing so many faces in the Clearing of Peace. But the brute had grown used to space and privacy, and it would take him a while to adjust to having these invaded.
"'Lo, Echo." He rumbled in reply to her introduction of herself, dipping his maw politely. "Welcome...... my name is Heron."
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 27, 2005 13:43:30 GMT -5
The Fae let loose a light snarl at the newcomer, sinking back. There were too many wolves here for comfort. She was more of a loner, or at the most a duo. Her frames tense as she built up her defenses, she slowly advanced from the mouth of the cave, giving a hasty bow in the two Brute's direction before her eyes rested on the Fae. She snarled once more, not a warning, and left. [/sup]
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Post by Dranze Moonwraith on Oct 27, 2005 21:58:31 GMT -5
The great black brute nodded at the new female, and barely ackowledging that the fae Cheyanne had left.
"Greetins Fae. I am Dranze Moonwrath."
He said, in that same low, baritone growl, whilst showing a row of perfect ivory canines. Dranz'e black tailtip flicked slightly, but nothing more after her spoke.
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Post by Tai|Echo on Oct 28, 2005 7:50:57 GMT -5
"Pleasure, Heron" Echo replied, dipping her dial in Heron's direction. The sound of Cheyenne's snarl distracted her attention and her eyebrow raised.
What have I done now? The grey and beige femora wondered to herself, watching as Cheyenne left, giving Echo another snarl as she went. Echo then grinned to herself as an idea popped into mind.
Perhaps the fae is jealous. Perhaps she wanted to be alone with two brutes.
She smirked but was once more distracted as Dranze introduced himself.
"Pleasure also, Dranze," Echo said, nodding once more. She then asked a question, hoping either wolf could answer, "would any of you know if there is there a pack here?"
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Post by Heron on Oct 28, 2005 8:41:26 GMT -5
Heron smiled, dipping his head to Echo pleasently, when Cheyenne suddenly got to her feet, leaving the cave with a snarl at Echo. Heron's eyebrows furrowed, and he tilted his head to the side as he watched the grey-white femme leave.
Females..... he thought, thoroughly confused. They are even more difficult to understand than Tai...
Shrugging, Heron decided that if he came into contact with Cheyenne again - something he hoped would happen - he would ask her what the problem had been. Usually, he would have followed her, but he didn't want to desert his present company.
"No, not that I know of, m'lday." Heron said in reply to Echo's question. The forest has been relitively empty for quite a while, now it is filling up. Packs shall probably start forming sooner or later....."
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