|
user is offline ●
|
“The poets leave hell and again behold the stars.”
|
“
|
|
Posts: 521
|
Likes: 4
|
|
|
Female
|
|
|
|
|
Moderator
|
Jan 21, 2012 16:44:25 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 21, 2012 16:44:25 GMT -5
MENELAUS
--Until my bones give out--
The stars above were infinite, twinkling merrily as below, a brute dashed madly across the sand, running down towards the water. His strides ate the ground, toenails clicking on exposed shells as he sprinted towards the ocean, kicking up sand behind him. The air was sharp in his nostrils, his muscles aching, but he ignored that. Without thinking, he ran, charging forward until he was directly in front of the waves. He turned sharply then, dashing along the shore, his legs worker faster now that the sand was wet and flat.
Menelaus.
It was as if the ocean was roaring his name. What was he running from? Home? Yes, running from home. He had been running for so very long that he no longer knew where he was, or how far away. But it had been days, with very little sleep between his sprints. He had to be far enough away now, didn't he?
Slowly, his sprint transformed into a trot, and then proceeded into a lope. He was panting as he finally slowed to a hesitant stop, his head turning back and forth, nose working furiously. He was thirsty, but he knew that this water was no good to drink. It would just make him sick, and Menelaus detested being in a weakened state. He began to walk again, taking his time as he strolled down the beach, trying to slow his heaving sides. His chest rose and fell quickly, his tongue lolling. At least it was cold out. Had he been running like that during the summer, he likely would have suffered a heat stroke.
How long had it been since he had seen another wolf, excluding his family? Menelaus wasn't sure. He had been on the move for days, struggling to find somewhere satisfactory and far, far away. He sighed to himself, stopping and craning his head back, staring up at the starry sky. It was late, he was sure of that. Perhaps he would be the only one lurking around in the sand at this time. Everyone else was likely tucked away in their safe places, dreaming of elk and rabbits. He, however, was wide awake despite his physical exhaustation.
Perhaps he could finally stop running now. He was so tired of it, and he didn't see why not. He found himself curious about this place, wondering if he was near to any packs. He had heard stories from his mother before about weaker Freiors being taken and sold as Sklavins. That had been why he had left home in place of Dia, his soft-spoken sister. She would have been the first to be taken. But Menelaus? Ha! He snorted, shaking his head back and forth as he pawed at the sand. I would love to see someone try.
[/SIZE][/FONT]
|
|
|
Jan 27, 2012 17:47:40 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Jan 27, 2012 17:47:40 GMT -5
He too, had been running. His gait was slower than most, hesitant almost. He didn't know what to expect, he had not left his meadow for almost a year. The scent of the ocean was drawing him in, the need to feel sand below his paws shaking his white fur. He wanted to roll around in the sand, dance in it. He stuck out his tongue, lolling out of his cheek as he dashed towards the water. Finally, sand! Barking happily the male dove into the sand, rolling around until the small grains were sticking to his snow white fur. He laughed happily, enjoying the feeling of the soft sand on him. It was almost like a mothers hug.
With that thought the wolf froze, his back in the sand and his paws dangling in the air. A mother. He didn't have one. And if he did, he didn't remember her. A low whine rumbled out of his throat, lasting several heart beats. He had no family. None. Lebrah stood up slowly, not even bothering to shake the sand from his fur. He walked sadly down the shore line, his paws dragging in the sand. He was drawing long lines in the wet sand, only to have the shore lap up and erase his mark. It was as if he hadn't even been there.
Looking some what like a crazed wolf, Lebrah continued to walk. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he wanted something. He needed something. That something was a social life. It had been a year since he spoke to a single being, his voice was rough from not being used. That is when he saw someone, a black someone. It looked like he had been running, and running fast. His sides were heaving. A smile crept up on his lips as he dropped into a crouch. The loud lap of the waves drowned out the sound of his pads, making it easy to creep up on this being. Closer, closer he got, then, pounce!
Lebrah jumped onto the black wolf, letting a howl drip out from his maw. He probably looked insane, with his white fur sticking out every which way and sand covering his pelt. Mixed with the random attack and the crazy sound he just let loose, the black one must think he had rabies. He rolled around the opposite coloured brute and then wiggled on his back in the sand, letting a chuckle loose. "I gots you!" he barked. He may be a five year old wolf, but his mind was stuck in the body of a pup. He would never grow up, he refused to grow up. Growing up was scary, it was unknown. Unknown was the worst, it was the black hole that he was trying to avoid. Maybe this black wolfy could help him. "I'm Lebrah! You can call me Lee if you want. What's your name?" he asked, tail kicking up sand as he did so. Man, crazy wolf indeed.
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
“The poets leave hell and again behold the stars.”
|
“
|
|
Posts: 521
|
Likes: 4
|
|
|
Female
|
|
|
|
|
Moderator
|
Jan 28, 2012 14:21:44 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 28, 2012 14:21:44 GMT -5
MENELAUS
--Until my bones give out--
Menelaus had been standing idle for quite some time, simply staring at the sand and thinking. His mind was so consumed by his current thoughts that by the time he spotted movement in his peripheral vision, it was too late. Menelaus glanced up just as a ivory blur barreled into him, leaping onto his back. Startled, Menelaus crouched and snarled, but in seconds, the little blur was off of him and rolling in the sand. Still crouched, fur bristled and stiff, Menelaus took a moment to take in what he was seeing. It was an Arctic wolf he assumed, and he looked quite...insane.
"I gots you!"
Menelaus blinked, too stunned to speak for a moment. Slowly he straightened, peering down at this strange wolf as he continued to roll about in the sand.
"I'm Lebrah! You can call me Lee if you want. What's your name?"
So bold...or perhaps naive? Something about Lebrah appeared almost childish, and Menelaus was unsure how to respond. Never had he dealt with a wolf like this, unless they were tiny balls of fluff. Even then, Menelaus wasn't exactly good with pups. He blinked his amber eyes slowly, realizing that Lebrah was awaiting his response. Well, he might as well give him one. Before he leaped on Menelaus again, or something equally insane.
"My name? It's Menelaus," he began, speaking slowly, his brain still attempting to process everything. He was unsure how to treat this wolf, who had to be over at least three years old. Was he playing a prank on Menelaus, or was he truly as...child-like as he appeared to be? Only one way to find out.
"Surely you know it's dangerous to go leaping on the backs of strangers, Lee?" He asked, snorting and shaking his head just slightly as he backed a few steps away from the wolf. "Had I been another wolf, I may have bitten you for it, although your intentions seem to be innocent enough."
He frowned, taking a moment to silently observe Lebrah. He was an interesting character already, and Menelaus had only known him a total of three or so minutes. It was giving his brain a bit of a work out.
OoC: A bit short, I'm sorry!
[/SIZE][/FONT]
|
|
|
Jan 28, 2012 14:59:44 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Jan 28, 2012 14:59:44 GMT -5
He knew that he had gotten the wolf, but his fur was standing up! Oh no, that's no good at all. He didn't want the wolfy to be mad at him! He just wanted to have some fun... Standing up on his paws, he shook the sand from his coat, his tail wagging back and forth like a metronome. When the wolf's fur settled down, he barked happily, his tail wagging even faster. Good! That just meant that he had scared the wolfy. He had asked his name, but he hadn't talked yet. He just kept looking at him and blinking. He looked funny. With a goofy smile on his face, Lebrah tilted his head as he waited for the wolf to respond. Why was he taking so long? Was he that scared? Lebrah's tail paused in its wagging, unsure of what was going on. Was this black one mad at him? The small wolf was about to let out a whine when the wolf's mouth finally opened.
His tail picked up its fast wagging pace when he finally said his name. "Menelaus? That's too long. Can I call you Menny?" His speech was a bit slow, but the pup-like male didn't quite pick it up. He was too excited that he was finally talking to a wolf. It had been a year since he had talked to one, and who knows what had happened before that. He certainly didn't know. Shaking his thoughts away, he focused back on the wolf before him, his amber eyes searching for any signs of anger.
"Surely you know it's dangerous to go leaping on the backs of strangers, Lee?"
Lebrah whines, hanging his head and shuffling his paws. "I just wanted to have fun," he mumbled, kicking at the sand. He didn't mean any harm... When Menny spoke again, he whined low and long. He was right, he could have attacked a meany wolf that wanted to hurt him. He kept his head low, but glanced up with his eyes. It made him look very cute and innocent as he kicked at the sand. "But you're a nice wolfy, so its okay, right?" he asked. His fur had been bristled, but he didn't snap at him. "Menny you're the first wolfy that I have talked to for a long, looooong time. I just got excited,"
Lebrah lifted his head and yawned, growing bored of being sad. "I'm sorry, kay? Can we play now?" His tail picked up once again, his tongue hanging out of his maw in anticipation. Menny was frowning at him, but he was back to being happy again. Even that silly frown couldn't make him sad.
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
“The poets leave hell and again behold the stars.”
|
“
|
|
Posts: 521
|
Likes: 4
|
|
|
Female
|
|
|
|
|
Moderator
|
Jan 29, 2012 17:29:58 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 29, 2012 17:29:58 GMT -5
MENELAUS
--Until my bones give out--
"Menelaus? That's too long. Can I call you Menny?"
Menny? Menelaus thought, his brows tipping upwards just slightly as he tilted his head, staring down at the wolf. Yes, something was definitely...off. Once more Menelaus was hit with the sensation that he was talking to a pup, and he chose his words carefully, still unsure of how to go about things. "Menny is...fine," he said reluctantly. Hell, what did it matter what Lebrah called him? Whatever floated his boat.
"I just wanted to have fun. But you're a nice wolfy, so its okay, right?"
Nice? Menelaus snorted softly. He didn't even think the word nice was in his vocabulary. He watched as Lebrah peered up at him innocently, announcing that Menelaus was the first wolf he had spoken to in quite some time. Immediately, Menelaus felt a pang of sympathy, shortly followed by a surge of anger. Sympathy? He questioned himself inwardly, shaking his head briefly. He was not a sympathetic creature, but along came some innocent wolf with the mind of a pup and Menelaus found that he could not bring himself to ask the wolf to leave him alone. Hell, why not humor him?
"I'm sorry, kay? Can we play now?"
"Play?" Menelaus asked incredulously, taking a step towards Lebrah. "Do I really look like the type of brute that plays childish games?" Almost immediately, Menelaus regretted snapping, and he took a deep breath. He had quite an issue on his paws, that was for sure, and he would have to watch how he behaved...
"What would we play, anyways? Chase or something?" He mumbled, feeling quite ridiculous. While Menelaus was a fan of faes, he was suddenly hit with the realization that he did not want pups, ever. Especially if he would have to...play. His eyes narrowed just slightly but he waited, a bit impatiently, for Lebrah's response. What type of game would the little wolf come up with? And would Menelaus actually be fool enough to consider it?
Don't go soft now.
[/SIZE][/FONT]
|
|
|
Jan 31, 2012 18:35:30 GMT -5
Post by Dakki on Jan 31, 2012 18:35:30 GMT -5
The wolf made a funny face at him when he called him Menny. What? It wasn't his fault! He liked to make up shorter names for wolves. It was fun and it made it easier for him to memorize it. He didn't want to forget anything else, he had already forgot so much. Then he told him is was okay, and a happy bark erupted from his mouth. "Yay, Menny, Menny, Menny!" cried Lebrah, dancing around in a tight circle as he repeated his new friends name. Finally! A wolfy to play with who actually talked to him. He had been scared that no one would talk to him because he is so forward with his actions. Just like this one, he didn't seem to be too happy about having a pup around.
A snort blew out of the wolf's nose, startling Lebrah. That was as funny noise! An impish grin spread across his face as his tail wagged like a furry of wind. What did he make that sound for? It didn't really matter, but he wanted to hear it again! The small white wolf watched the emotions change on Menny's face, and tilted his head as he tried to figure out what they were. When he couldn't he simply shrugged, not really bothering much with it. Why should he? If he wanted to truly understand what this wolf was feeling, he would just ask. If he remembered. Lebrah was soon growing bored of this non-talking wolf, and looked behind him into the ocean. Should he go swimming? That would be fun! Maybe he could catch a fishy and eat. He was rather hungry...
Menelaus spoke, drawing Lee's attention to him once more. He took a step towards him, his words loud and angry sounding. The wolf dropped into a crouch and crawled backwards, whining loud and long. Lebrah's amber eyes glazed over with the dampness of tears, and he blinked several times to clear them away. Why was he so angry? "I don't know!" Lebrah whined, his ears flat against his skull. Why was he mad? He just wanted to play! There was nothing scary about playing! As he asked him if he looked like the kind of wolf who would play, Lebrah rolled onto his back and showed his belly in submission. He whined again, unsure of what was happening. Lebrah squeezed his eyes shut, unsure of what was going to happen next.
Silence fell over them, a deep sigh cutting though the sound of the ocean. Lebrah peeked out of one eye, looking at Menny upside down. He asked what they would play anyways, but Lebrah remained frozen. He was scared, shaking in the sand as his belly still showed for the bigger wolf. He waited, watching through one eye as Menelaus squinted his own. Was it safe now? Slowly Lebrah turned around and stood up, shuffling back a few feet before shaking the sand from his pelt. "I dunno," he mumbled, his eyes still wide with fear. Was this black one going to attack him? When the wolf made no move to, Lebrah looked up into the sky as he thought of a game. Just then, his belly rumbled. Quickly his gaze lowered, a bashful smile on his face. "Can we play hunting? I'm not very good at that game, maybe you could teach me?"
|
|
|
user is offline ●
|
“The poets leave hell and again behold the stars.”
|
“
|
|
Posts: 521
|
Likes: 4
|
|
|
Female
|
|
|
|
|
Moderator
|
Feb 5, 2012 16:19:06 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Feb 5, 2012 16:19:06 GMT -5
MENELAUS
--Until my bones give out--
Can we play hunting? I'm not very good at that game, maybe you could teach me?"
Teach him to hunt? Menelaus was slightly incredulous as he glanced from side to side. He suddenly felt as if he were a father, and Lebrah was his son, or something similar. He had never taught a wolf to hunt, but he could clearly remember the lessons with his father, so it couldn't be too hard. Besides, it was a bit sad when Lebrah was down, as he looked a little on the pathetic side. And Menelaus didn't really want to be the reason that Lebrah was making that face.
"Hunting, aye?" Menelaus asked, glancing up at the sky in thought. "Well, I suppose we could try that. I'm not really sure what type of prey you're going to find on a beach, though." He frowned slightly, glancing around. What was usually on beaches? Seagulls and crabs? Blech. Menelaus shook his head as he gestured with his muzzle for Lebrah to follow him. Then, with a soft snort, he turned and began to trot along the sand, searching for anything moving that wasn't himself or the wolf trailing him.
He shifted more towards the sand dunes, wondering if there was anything hiding in the dense grass that dotted the hills. As he grew closer, a rustling and shaking of the stalks made Menelaus freeze, crouching slightly. "Get down and be quiet," he hissed to Lebrah as something darted through an area where the grass was less dense. A hare. Perfect, he thought, glancing back at Lebrah.
"It's a hare," he informed him in a whispered tone, his tail flicking back and forth just slightly. "To start off with, tell me everything you know about hunting. And be quick. I have a feeling that I have a lot to teach you."
He glanced back towards the hare, which was hopping about, sniffing at the ground. Menelaus' ears flicked back and forth quickly, his amber eyes flickering intensely as they watched the small animals every move.
[/SIZE][/FONT]
|
|