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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jul 2, 2013 15:52:11 GMT -5
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[/SIZE] It had seemed like ages that he had been wandering the forest, following in the footsteps of the brute who had claimed him earlier. Originally, Ramsay hadn't even planned on trailing after Nirco; given the choice between freedom and treacherous pack life, naturally Ramsay's thoughts had been to flee. But then, as Nirco faded into the background of Auktion Rock, his words rang in Ramsay's head over and over until finally, with an agitated snap of his jaws, the black brute had began to follow far behind. Promises rang in his head, promises of revenge against the damnable dominors, the disgusting creatures who had landed him and thousands of others in cruel predicaments. Anger still oozed with every beat of Ramsay's heart, and now, he had a way to relieve some of his pent up...feelings. Gröavche was, Ramsay saw as he approached, essentially a giant swamp. As the trees slowly dwindled, the ground grew mushier beneath his paws. Wearily he tested the ground as he walked, several times coming quite close to what only could have been described as a sinkhole. It was not at all what he had expected, but it was unique, and the advantages of the turf were blatantly obvious. A newcomer to this stranger land would find themselves surrounded by mud traps and sinkholes, but an wolf accustomed to Gröavche would surely know how to get around, and swiftly. It was smart, really. For a long while he walked, silently maneuvering, golden eyes glowing like lamps in the gloom. At least my pelt won't show the grime as much if I fall face first into mud, he thought, snorting softly to himself. He could only wonder what kind of prey lurked here, or what kind of predators, for that matter. So far the only scent that had assaulted his nose was a familiar one: Nirco. Finally, when Ramsay came to a part of the swamp that was ever-so-slightly firmer than the rest, he stopped and glanced around him. Somewhere a frog was noisily barking, and a familiar qourk signaled the sound of a grow in the distance. Once he was so very sure that he was alone, he tilted his head back, letting a ringing howl slide from his muzzle. Once the sound had died off, as well as the echoes, Ramsay waited patiently. Briefly he marveled again at the realization that he had actually trailed Nirco here from Auktion rock, but quickly he brushed the thought away, lifting his head proudly instead. [/blockquote][/color][/size]
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Post by Ὀδύσσεια♐ on Oct 18, 2013 0:39:16 GMT -5
Nirco Nirco was conflicted about his recruitment strategy. The moment he had stepped away from Auktion Rock and away from prying ears with his new claim, he had set Ramsay loose into the world. To let him know that he was not really destined for a life of slavery as soon as possible had seemed a good idea at the time. But as Nirco lay upon a rock risen above the swampy depths of his territory, he could not help but tear himself to pieces over it. Away from the chaos of the auktion, he fairly quickly had come to the realization that showing his claims to his land probably would of been the better option before telling them they were set free. Not only for direction, but as a way to further drive home the fact that they could have a home here.
The male's regret over the decision deepened within his loneliness. The only company the brute had to speak of was a crow pecking away at an unfortunate smail a few yards away. He had returned to Gröavche no more than an hour or so earlier. And while thoughts of his failed recruitment deeply bothered him, they had began to stray further towards a certain grey-coated female with striking blue eyes and her obvious absence. Was he so incompetent that he could only keep a bird as company?
"Well, I suppose it's just you and me now," said Nirco to the nameless creature. It turned to him and gave him a look that suggested he'd gone mad before taking flight and leaving. The large brute's brute's ears drooped back in dismay. However, the darker of the two audibles was sent forward mere moments later at the sound of another's howl and for a fleeting moment he hoped it was Chalandra. But who was he kidding? She didn't sound like that and was more likely than not finding the company of a male that would more readily give her what she sought.
In his discouragement and mild depression, Nirco wanted to go back to wallowing in his own misery and sighing mournfully. He had always been easily discouraged when his mind was not set on something, after all. And yet the dark-coated male somehow managed to rise to his paws and amble his large frame towards the call.
Sometimes it was amazing what a sight for sore eyes could do to one's mind. While the wolf that he found was by no means Cha, it was still someone he was elated to see. Though one wouldn't know it by the unmoved expression that always seemed etched on his features. "You came," he stated flatly as he sat himself a good distance from the somewhat familiar Ramsay. Lonely or not, Nirco was still adverse to the idea of closeness, especially while suffering from abandonment issues. Damn you, Chalandra. "I'm glad to see you and I'm assuming your arrival means you are considering my offer of a home? You'll be the first to do so."
(ooc: sooo sorry this took so long! And my post kind of sucks, too. Bleh)
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Nov 12, 2013 3:13:06 GMT -5
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[/SIZE] Ramsay didn't immdiately receive a response to his call, but neither was he ignored. He had been waiting for several long heartbeats, simply staring around, when the sound of squelching paws drew his attention. Turning to glance over his shoulder, he watched as the familiar Nirco appeared through the gloom, coming to rest several feet away from Ramsay. That was definitely a positive. Some wolves simply didn't know how to keep their distance, insisting on pushing boundaries and blurring lines. It seemed unlikely that he would have that problem with Nirco, however. The brute seemed to want his space just as much as Ramsay did. "You came."There was no surprise in his voice. His words were flat and calm, making it hard to gauge if he'd truly thought Ramsay would follow or not. Ramsay said nothing, offering only a blink of his golden eyes as a response. He was certain that Nirco had more to say than that, and he wasn't disappointed. "I'm glad to see you and I'm assuming your arrival means you are considering my offer of a home? You'll be the first to do so.""No kidding?" Ramsay asked, glancing around as if he expected to see the muck come alive. "I thought more people would be chomping at the bits to get into this whole...rebellion thing." He paused, considering, before turning his gaze back onto the alpha. "So you were serious about that? About ending slavery?"After his words were out, he didn't hold his breath, almost as if he was expecting Nirco to laugh in his face. And was it so ridiculous to house these fears? Ramsay could still remember the sting in the air as he had approached his ex-pack on that fateful day, could still feel the ghost of his fury creeping through his veins. And the helplessness as they drug him to Auktion Rock...ah, that had been the worst. Ramsay had always heard of the little games that dominant, arrogant wolves played by forcing weaker souls to serve as their 'sklavins', but never had he dreamed that he would be put in that situation. And now here he was, right back out of it...free. But free to do what? Search out the rogue band of wolves and take satisfaction in tearing into Bane, maybe even take a bite (or two) out of his ex-mate? While that was certainly an option, what would he do after that? And what purpose would it serve? His taste for revenge would be sated, but wolves would continue to be subjected to slavery. If he could do something bigger, if he could take revenge on a more global scale... Without meaning to, Ramsay found himself hoping. If Nirco proved to be serious about the matter, then maybe, just maybe Ramsay could make himself useful. [/blockquote][/color][/size]
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Post by Ὀδύσσεια♐ on Dec 17, 2013 17:25:13 GMT -5
Nirco "Yes well, the idea is still quite new. It remains in an infant stage. I'm afraid to admit not many have any knowledge of this rebellion," said Nirco, who felt more than a little embarrassed about the fact he had yet to seek out more unfortunate slaves and present them with his cause. He felt he should have been more prepared, with a well thought out plan of action already on the table. On the contrary, he knew only bits and pieces and the end goal, nothing more. It would take a greater deal than his single mind could conjure up. Other wolves knew things he did not. He was not foolish enough to think he could do this alone alone, as much as he would have liked to. "You are a step towards changing this, if you're in."
Social interactions were still something of a challenge for Nirco, and thus the headstrong male remained as guarded as he ever had during this recruitment. He was right to be cautious and could not help but guard himself against the often corrupting clutches of hope. He had been deceived and betrayed once before, his whole first year of life a lie he now wished he could have seen passed. Maybe then his parents would still be alive. Maybe then he wouldn't be as unstable and screwed up in the head as he now thought himself. Or, more importantly, as Cha thought him. His emotions often swung to and fro, never seeming to settle into simply being content. This rebellion, though, was something he was settled on. It was all he really had now.
"So you were serious about that? About ending slavery?"
Turning a gaze he had not known had wondered, he looked at Ramsay. "Aye, I am. Nobody should have their freedom stolen from them or treated like nothing more than dirt. Such subjugation has no place in this world." He spoke with conviction, even if he had never known the life he spoke of. He had not been a slave, only witnessed its brutality.
"I feel as though I should at least give you a tour of this place if you are willing to stay," he said as he now acknowledged his ever-familiar surroundings, "though I must say it's not much." The harsh trees and swampy muck was not exactly the most welcoming sight to be sure, though Nirco certainly saw advantages in the terrain. "It'll serve its purpose when the time comes, however."
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Dec 18, 2013 15:58:20 GMT -5
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[/SIZE] "Yes well, the idea is still quite new. It remains in an infant stage. I'm afraid to admit not many have any knowledge of this rebellion. You are a step towards changing this, if you're in." Hmm. Ramsay was silent, considering Nirco's words. While the alpha seemed a bit embarrassed to admit that his little rebellion was just getting started, Ramsay was more pleased than anything. It meant that he wasn't being thrown blindly into a bundle of history and back stories; no, if he joined Nirco now, he would be there from the very beginning. He would know everything that happened, every step they took, every failure and every success. It was better this way, Ramsay thought. It certainly made things easier for him. When Nirco went on to assure him that he was serious, Ramsay could practically feel himself be swayed. He was sold, as much as he hated to admit it, and he had to clamp his teeth together to keep himself from laughing. He was actually going to do something good for once, or die trying. Whatever he would have to do, whatever Nirco needed from him, Ramsay would comply with. It was time to change things up. "I feel as though I should at least give you a tour of this place if you are willing to stay, though I must say it's not much. It'll serve its purpose when the time comes, however."Ramsay glanced around him, lost in thought as he took in the sights of the wet earth and thick fog. "It may not look like much to strangers here, I'll give you that, but I'll guarantee that if you get to know your surroundings, they'll be a friend to you and a nightmare for your enemies."He bared his teeth in a grin, turning to face Nirco. His golden eyes flashing with decision, Ramsay dipped his head just slightly, a small sign of respect that meant world's coming from the brute. "Aye, you should give me a tour. I need to at least be able to not get lost in my own pack."It was subtle, but certain. Ramsay had agreed to join Nirco, and the words seemed to almost lift a weight from his chest. He still thirsted for revenge, and anger still ran hot in his veins, but there was something else there now. Something that felt, if Ramsay was not mistaken, like purpose. [/blockquote][/color][/size]
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Post by Ὀδύσσεια♐ on Dec 20, 2013 19:00:32 GMT -5
Nirco "Yes, those were exactly my thoughts the first time I stumbled upon this place. The terrain is quite tricky to navigate for outsiders who don't know the lay of the land." He rose from his seated position and turned then, striding further into the territory. There was a path blanketed in a thinner layer of mud and muck, only known to those who already knew where it was. There were, in fact, several of these throughout the area and Nirco had made good use of them once he'd discovered their existence. It had made traversing his home far less of a task.
The alpha grew quiet for many minutes, a comfortable silence enveloping himself and Ramsay. He lead him deeper into the misty swamplands, their meeting place fading quickly from sight. While not always present, the haze was common in these parts, something Nirco had actually grown fond of. He liked the idea of straying from sight without actually hiding, and Groavche certainly provided. He was a large wolf, but the fog allowed him to slip by unwanted company and unsuspecting prey with little difficulty on the best of days. This attribute of the land would be vital if his plans were to succeed.
Nirco didn't doubt Ramsay's intelligence or level of perception, and so he gave him no direction as they went. Though there was a more important reason for this; he needed someone who could learn quickly simply by observation rather than direct order or verbal guidance. Could he pick out the smallest details in his surroundings and even in the expressions of those he faced? There was a particularly gnarled tree they swept by sometime in their travel, though he purposely did not point out this landmark. He trusted Ramsay was keen enough to catch it.
"I liked what I saw from you back at Auktion Rock," said Nirco suddenly, "you've a fighter's spirit even in the face of great danger. It is an admirable trait." There was nothing but honesty in his words. If anything, Nirco couldn't help but admire the other brute because of what he had seen. Would he have done the same in those circumstances? He certainly hoped he would have. He had already failed once. Nirco still regretted abandoning his birth pack. Even to this day, he felt he should have gone back to save them from their tyrant leader. It stung to recall what had become of his parents and the pups of a dear friend. "I wish I were so brave," he mumbled below a whisper.
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 24, 2014 16:03:06 GMT -5
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As they walked, Ramsay observed. He looked from tree to tree, studying them, noting any that stood out from the rest. He watched his feet, where he walked, where he stepped, learning to skirt around sinkholes to avoid slowing Nirco down. Every branch, every path, every bit of hanging moss was an advantage in his eyes, whether as landmarks or in the case of danger. This was his home now, and he would come to know it like the back of his hand, no matter how long it took. He appreciated more than anything that Nirco was not jabbering at him like a tour guide; the alpha obviously felt that Ramsay was mature and intelligent enough to use his own eyes. Even the silence that stretched between them was comfortable. Ramsay had a feeling that Nirco was just as silent as he was, and that somehow made his company easier to bear, almost enjoyable.
"I liked what I saw from you back at Auktion Rock. You've a fighter's spirit even in the face of great danger. It is an admirable trait."
Ramsay glanced up quickly, dragging his attention away from a grotesque looking tree that they had passed. Almost sheepishly, he shrugged his shoulders, not used to being complimented, especially on something that came as naturally to him as breathing. He had always been feisty, always fought hard despite the odds. Courage, he supposed he could call it, was a noble trait that he took quite seriously.
"Well," he spoke up, skirting around a place where the ground looked treacherously mushy. "What's the point in living if you don't fight for what you believe in? This whole...slavery thing. It's wrong."
He snorted softly, dipping his head low as he switched between observing and thinking. How odd it was to find himself free so suddenly, and with a home at that. The betrayal that he had faced with his previous pack still stung his heart, but perhaps with time, he would forget. He could throw himself into this whole rebellion idea, commit himself fully to helping Nirco, and maybe months or years down the road he would look back and find that it no longer hurt. The thought was so wonderfully tempting that it made Ramsay's heart race.
"I wish I was so brave."
The words were so quiet that had Ramsay not been listening closely, he would not have heard it. For a moment he said nothing, unsure if he should. The words hadn't been meant for his ears, but it seemed wrong to pretend as if he hadn't heard when he had. Frowning slightly, he picked up his pace until he was walking beside Nirco instead of trailing behind him.
"Bravery doesn't come in just one form. Look at what you're doing. You're plotting a rebellion, considering things that are so much bigger than some people can even comprehend. That sounds an awful lot like bravery to me."
He fell silent then, casting a quick sideways glance at his alpha, before resuming his careful observations.
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