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Apr 11, 2015 15:42:04 GMT -5
Post by ROWAN on Apr 11, 2015 15:42:04 GMT -5
Thick gray clouds lurked ominously overhead, swollen and bloated as they prepared to burst. While it had started out as a lovely clear morning, spring was always unreliable with her climate, beautifully sunny one moment and then horribly dreary the next. Regardless, the massive hulking shape that was Rowan found that he did not mind the rain. The scent of it was thick in the air, the breeze picking up with each passing moment until it began to rustle his charcoal streaked-with-silver fur. The grass was damp with precipitation beneath his large paws, and while there was a rumble of soft thunder in the distance, he did not turn back. He’d left Osten only a few moments ago, his legs carrying him passed the borders as he called to Ida over one muscled shoulder, informing her gruffly that he would return. He was going for a simple stroll to stretch his legs, and while he’d originally planned on perhaps trekking down to the beach to see the massive waves that would surely be churning in preparation for the storm, the idea made him uneasy. It would be too far away from Osten for him to hear her should she call for him, and leaving her entirely alone in the wake of the confrontation with Suden’s disgusting alpha made his skin crawl. Perhaps he would make a quick trip to the streiten, or to the schreien forest…but no, it was still too far. Sighing with resignation, Rowan settled on the fact that he would only be able to go for a quick jog to stretch his lengthy legs, at least until Ida welcomed more wolves into the pack that were capable of protecting her. It was a double-edged sword, for while Rowan would enjoy opportunities to go for his morning runs that he’d been neglecting, he also would not trust new pack members with Ida’s life so easily.
You grow too protective of her, he thought as he began to skirt around Suden, but as quickly as the thought came, he chased it away. He’d been taught during his time at Maude’s court that there was no such thing as overprotective when it came to one’s queen; indeed his dedication and suspicion was how he’d risen so quickly in ranks to take a permanent place at Maude’s side. When she’d passed it had been due to old age, not at the paws of a threat or a usurper, and it was this that Rowan prided himself on. The loss of one who he’d devoted himself wholly to still stung…but now, he had Ida. It was different in a way, serving her. She was younger than Maude, less experienced with no great court to protect her…and yet she was not unintelligent or uninformed, and the ferocity that he felt in terms of guarding her was very nearly on the same level as it had been for Maude. And yet there was something deeper with Ida, some unnerving edge she had that confused – and often irritated – him. His feelings for Maude had always been strictly platonic, the way a warrior felt for his queen and nothing more…but Ida, she was different. There was something about her that made him feel dangerously uncoordinated in her presence, as if he were a green pup who’d gazed upon a lovely she-wolf for the first time. It was sickening, really, and Rowan blamed himself entirely for the conflicted feelings that stirred deep within his chest. It was a sign of weakness, a flaw, and it was something that he would not allow himself to give into. Affection was nothing but a distraction, something to be used against him, and he would not tolerate it.
Immersed in his thoughts, Rowan belatedly realized that he’d come very close to Suden’s furthest border. It reeked of the crazed brute who reigned there, and Rowan’s nose wrinkled with distaste as he faltered, his run slowing to a brisk walk. He had not crossed the border, but he was close enough to peer through the thick trees, his icy blue-gray eyes narrowing with disdain. He wondered how many unfortunate slaves populated the territory, if any at all. For a moment he allowed himself to consider galloping across the border to free the poor souls, tearing down any who dared to stand in his way – including Decimus. It was foolish, of course, and he would not act on it. He did not know how large the pack was, or if the sklavins even wished to be freed, and it was none of his concern regardless. Besides, while he would relish an opportunity to rip apart the demented brute, Rowan knew that it would be a mighty fight, enough to bring down the gods themselves, and he would not escape unscathed. Shaking the daydream away he continued at a walk as a light smattering of rain began to fall; he would have to continue and conclude his run soon so that he could return to Ida, but for now he was content to stare into the depths of Suden as if he could discover its secrets.
words: 852 tag: open notes: technically he's lurking around the border without actually being in Suden, but I had to post it somewhere xD It would be SO INTERESTING if a certain girly spotted him ;DDD
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Apr 11, 2015 21:10:17 GMT -5
Post by PALAIS on Apr 11, 2015 21:10:17 GMT -5
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The weather was changing and Palais could feel a strong front moving in from the southern coast, causing her fur to stand on end and her head to ache from the change in pressure. It wasn’t a huge amount of discomfort, but it was just enough to compel her to leave the safety of Suden’s dens in a futile attempt to distract herself from the irritation. Even though her master had told her to stay put, she knew he was far beyond the borders and would not mind her traversing his territory for a brief moment. Decimus could be too overprotective at times, so having a break from his hovering watch was a welcome relief.
Stretching her long legs she set off at a brisk jog, admiring the sprouting foliage which had sprouted a few days prior and signaled the arrival of spring. Sprigs grew here and there, creeping up from their soil naps to greet the new season with energy and resilience. As she was learning the layout of the territory she found a patch of snow which had access to direct sunlight, and she was curious as to what may be germinating in the small meadow now that the frost was finally gone from Ravensbruck. The problem with her discovery was that it lay on the edge of Decimus’ land close to their border with Osten; one of their neighbors whom her master deemed unfit and had a less than pleasant first meeting with their alpha. Due to its location he was hesitant to allow her anywhere near the grove, so up until now she lacked the opportunity to investigate the area. Now that he was gone it seemed like the perfect moment to slip away, so she decided to do just that.
Casually she navigated the maze like trees and found her way with ease. Upon arrival she was pleased to see buds of numerous flowers and herbs alike, settling herself in an empty patch of grass to study a few nearby sprouts. Of course some weed-like plants had already sprouted, but most had not, so there was little for her to judge species on since the botany of this area was not easily distinguishable to her this early in their development. After an hour or so of amusing herself with the local shrubs she decided it was probably time to head back, especially since the storm clouds seemed to be getting thicker. Grabbing a few grown dandelions she started for home when she detected a large something just over the border. Even though Decimus had forbid her from meeting with the other packs, he was not here at the moment, and she had wanted to meet the other canines for the simple desire to know who her neighbors were.
Cautiously she traveled in the direction of the disturbance, catching sight of a huge wolf just over the border. He was probably the size of Decimus, an observation that was surprising to the she-wolf. He smelled foreign, like the winds which came from Osten, so she safely assumed he was from there. She stood and watched him for a while as he jogged along the border, stopping every now and then to look past Suden. He didn’t seem like he was aggressive, and her instincts hinted at no perceived danger, so Palais saw no harm in greeting the hulking male. She made her way around in front of the other before revealing herself as to not startle him. She set her flowers down on a rock beside her before speaking, grinning slyly. “In spite of your size, I assume you have no relation to my master Decimus?” She glanced skywards, watching the gathering clouds. A droplet of water hit her muzzle before she turned her attention back to the male. As she locked eyes with his, a name floated to the surface of her mind originating somewhere deep below. She fished around for something else, something more substantial, but that is all she could recover. “Bit of an inopportune time to choose jogging, seeing as how we have a storm brewing on the horizon. Could you perhaps tell me why you are here, Rowan?” Hopefully he was not here to cause trouble.
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Apr 12, 2015 18:08:00 GMT -5
Post by ROWAN on Apr 12, 2015 18:08:00 GMT -5
Rowan had just began to consider tearing his gaze away to jog a bit longer and then return to Osten when he saw it. A fleck of cream had appeared between the trees just beyond where he stood, the shape coming into form as the creature stepped from its hiding place. It was a wolf, one unlike any he had seen before to be sure. His muscled tensed instinctively as he observed her, for on the crest of the wind had come her scent, undeniably female. She was tall and leggy, her color soft and light, and as her eyes lifted to meet his he paused. They were two different shades, one as green as the fresh blades of grass that sprang from the thawed earth each spring, and one the dark chestnut color of the supple saplings in their first years of life. He allowed himself to focus on them for only an instant before she was speaking, jarring him abruptly from his observations.
“In spite of your size, I assume you have no relation to my master Decimus?”
Disgust and horror immediately spread across his expression, nose wrinkling in extreme distaste at the implication of her words. ”You assume correctly. I have no relation to the lunatic that you serve, thank the gods for that.” Something about the way she was grinning at him only stoked the fire of his irritation, but before he could snap out another reply, her voice – admittedly lovely, he begrudgingly realized – reached across the distance once more.
“Bit of an inopportune time to choose jogging, seeing as how we have a storm brewing on the horizon. Could you perhaps tell me why you are here, Rowan?”
Surprise flooded him as his name fell from her lips, for he was certain that he’d never encountered her before. Indeed, he was entirely ignorant concerning her own calling. Unease rippled beneath his pelt as his eyes narrowed, body stiffening further as he observed her with suspicion clear in his gaze. ”The weather will not wait to pass in the midst of battle or strife; I train in all conditions so that I am always prepared,” he explained quickly, although truly he owed her no explanation. It was a heavily veiled threat, a way to let her know that he would not be caught off guard, not by her nor by her master. ”I will answer your question when you answer some of mine; how is it that you know of me? If you have been spying in Osten, I cannot begin to explain how foolish of an idea that is.”
His voice was as harsh and gravelly as it had always been, although it seemed as if it had been ages since he’d taken this tone with anyone. He no longer spoke to Ida with such blatant scorn and disregard, for she was an essential part of his life now. This strange she-wolf, however…something about her was different, and he would not be satisfied until he figured out what. Perhaps she was insane as her master was, driven that way by having to deal with the great lummox that was Decimus…but she did not seem to be out of her wits. It was only that she knew things she should not have, and therefore again and again his mind returned to the same conclusion: spying. I would have caught her scent on our lands if that was the case, he realized after a moment, which did little to relieve his confusion.
”No…not spying,” he murmured belatedly, almost to himself as he stared down at her. ”So then who are you, and what game do you play at, strange one?”
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Apr 14, 2015 0:08:38 GMT -5
Post by PALAIS on Apr 14, 2015 0:08:38 GMT -5
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Rowan’s distaste for her master was apparent, and, from what she had observed of him, it didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Decimus was intimidating, to say the least, and she assumed others could easily feel the malice he radiated. She held no ill will toward those who hated her master, but not because she shared their feelings. Originally he had unnerved her deeply, but after a few weeks she grew used to the aura of vehemence and seldom thought of it. Palais didn’t adore him; rather she was intrigued by him, and held an odd fascination filled respect for the brute. She could not condone the other’s dislike, but did not participate in it. Agree to disagree, she thought.
The male’s animosity towards Decimus quickly shifted and Palais found herself the new target. She smiled faintly at his confusion and accusations of spying, entertained as he puzzled his way through the origins of her knowledge. It was a shallow delight, she knew it, but that changed her opinion little as she enjoyed the other’s perplexed response. This sort of thing was a common occurrence, yet it retained the same amount of satisfaction each time she created the situation. Finally, he came to the conclusion that she couldn’t have been spying, but did not know where to take his reasoning next. She couldn’t blame him for being stumped.
”So then who are you, and what game do you play at, strange one?”
Palais’ slight smile grew as a soft chuckle passed her lips. “Accusations and name-calling are no way to get answers from anyone, my hulking companion. I see little reason for such animosity towards me considering how small a threat I am to one as large as you. ” Even though his irritation was somewhat warranted, seeing as though their packs were hardly allies and to him it appeared that she knew knowledge only attainable via centrifuge, there was no reason for him to be so gruff with her. She didn’t actually mind, but was not above passive-aggressive tactics to have a little fun. “My name is Palais, and even if I explained how I know your name I doubt you would believe me. Still, I take it you won’t see that as an acceptable answer, so I might as well try. ” She sighed and sat down, preparing herself for the argument which always arose with this topic. “Calling myself a soothsayer is a bit of a misnomer, but it is the closest and easiest word I have to offer a simple explanation. I simply know your name is Rowan, but I cannot tell you how I know, or why I know. Until a moment ago I knew nothing of you, and rest assured I still know nothing else, aside from your allegiance, of course.” She yawned, showing her boredom in this conversational topic. She could not recount the number of times this chain of questioning had been brought up, and it ceased being even remotely entertaining the 5th time. This one was no different.
“Believe me or not, I have answered your question, and now it’s your turn.” A mischievous glint sparked behind her dual-colored eyes. “So, Rowan of Osten, what brings you to Suden? Here to free the slaves from their terrible fates?” Sarcasm was not her strong-suit, but she assumed it was fairly obvious here.
W O R D S 560 T A G ⋆Ravɛn / ROWANN O T E S Sassy Palais is entertained. Tehehe.
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