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Jul 6, 2013 14:49:35 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jul 6, 2013 14:49:35 GMT -5
SORCHA [/FONT] If I’m goin’ any where, I’ll probably go too far Probably away from you, chances are [/size][/right][/font]
Her paws ached, and the sun was uncomfortably hot on her back, but still Sorcha pressed on.
She had nearly missed the winding path that lead up to the mesa; it had been narrow and well-hidden, overcome with underbrush and tangled branches. At the very last moment her bright green eyes had spotted the worn path, and she had doubled back, curiousity ruling her as usual. Now, Sorcha found herself trotting towards the peak, tail swaying back in forth while her eyes latched onto every little thing, hungrily drinking in her surroundings. The ground was steadily inclining, rising up the more she traveled until finally, it flattened into a magnificent overhang that towered over Ravensbruck.
Without an ounce of fear, Sorcha crept forwad to the very edge until her toes nearly dangled over the side. The clouds in the sky were gorgeous from her vantage point, fluffy and full, the definition of perfection. There was a slight breeze now, cooling her down and refreshing her from the overwhelming summer heat. How stunning this place she had found was, this land that was so different from other places she had traveled. Ravensbruck was something like Sorcha had dreamed of, all sprawling forests and roaring waterfalls, sandy beaches and gentle meadows.
Mother would have loved to see this.
The thought made Sorcha's emotions reel, going from awestruck to stung in a matter of seconds. She had come here to escape, but still her thoughts and feelings haunted her, clinging to her like the plague. Narrowing her gold-flecked eyes, she slowly lowered her rump to the ground, curling her tail around her feet. In the distance she could see a vulture wheeling above the trees, waiting for something to die. Further she could see the beginning of an area she had declined to explore, solely because it had reeked with the scent of a pack, and those she strayed away from.
Since arriving in Ravensbruck, she had yet to encounter anyone. She was clueless as to how they behaved here, how the packs interacted, how...anyone interacted. The thought made her feel almost...lonely. While it had been nice to be on her own for a while, Sorcha was quickly growing restless. With a sigh, she scooted away from the edge just enough to make room for her body as she flattened herself into a laying position, dangling her paws over the edge.
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Jul 9, 2013 5:12:26 GMT -5
Post by resolution on Jul 9, 2013 5:12:26 GMT -5
∆ C H I O N E ; ;Today Summer was showing it’s true colours. The sun was unrelenting and beat down upon the Schreien Forest with so much constant heat that Chione would not have batted an eyelid if the foliage spontaneously ignited. Squinting his eyes, he once more observed the sun’s position and let out a sigh. Since leaving his brothers Chione had been due southwest for a week and a half now and for some obscure reason he had not come across even a hint of another wolf, let alone a pack he could join.
How do the Southern wolves endure this heat?
Chione shuffled deeper into the shade of the trees and although the shade offered a brief respite, he was still unsatisfied. The forest, though beautiful, was stifling him and he needed fresh air and wind. Spurred by the thought, Chione jumped up and was soon on his journey again. In the distance he could see a peak where the trees appeared to be thinner and rustled to the soft touches of wind. He had made good progress today and a small reprieve would do him no harm, especially in this weather.
The peak was no easy feat to reach however. As Chione drew closer to the monument it gradually became apparent that the north face of the mountain was non-existent with the overhang of the peak gaping over the lands beneath. He would have to go around the mountain and climb up from the south. With reinvigorated determination Chione briskly weaved through the thick brush. Soon it was not only the thought of cool breezes and rest that drove him on, but also the idea of a vantage point. While Chione’s search for a pack had been fruitless so far, maybe he could scout out areas where packs would likely be. A deep-seated sense of yearning tugged at Chione’s heart. He missed the company of other wolves so badly that it felt as if he could almost smell another.
However, as Chione padded on, the scent lingered in the air. It was only a trace but Chione could not have mistaken the scent of another wolf for anything else. For a second he hesitated but the urge was too strong and before long he was tracking the unknown wolf’s scent through the forest. The scent led him to a small beaten trail taking him up the through the cliffs. Had he not had the scent, Chione was doubtful whether he would have found the path. As he climbed up and up his steps became surer and an excitement began to swell up inside him. If the wolf was hostile then Chione had not doubt that he would come out on top and he would leave a stronger wolf than before. If the wolf was friendly then maybe, just maybe, he could gain information on where he was, if there were packs in the area and if they would be willing to accept him. He shook his head quickly to dispel the thoughts. You must not expect too much. You are following a trail. That is all.
The undergrowth was thick and Chione made no attempt to mask the snap of twigs and constant rustle. With his wide shoulders and heavy weight it would make close to no difference anyway. But soon the trees and brush began to thin and the scent grew strong, it’s fragrance overwhelming Chione completely. The wolf is here.
Chione paused, knowing that the other wolf would have heard his climb. What would he say? This was his first encounter with another wolf since leaving his family. How does one announce himself to a stranger? Chione took a deep breath and took a few steps forwards for his own confidence before boldly announcing “Hello? Is anyone there?”
Of course someone’s there. You’ve been following their scent for the past hour. Chio winced slightly at how weak an introduction he had made but insecurity isn’t really Chione’s ‘thing’. His confidence returned almost instantaneously and he stood unfaltering anticipating the reply.
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Jul 9, 2013 18:49:21 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jul 9, 2013 18:49:21 GMT -5
SORCHA [/FONT]
The sharp crack of a twig breaking made Sorcha's head snap up, ears swiveling as she pushed herself to her feet. Craning her head to stare over her shoulder she waited with baited breath, but when nothing immediately leaped out at her, she relaxed just slightly. The rustling, crackling noises were growing louder, suggesting that someone was approaching from below. Perhaps it was something small, smaller than her at least, or maybe even an opportunity at company. Preparing herself for anything, she strained to detect further noise as the rustling stopped, suggesting that whoever or whatever was there had stopped.
For a long moment, the silence stretched. Sorcha was just beginning to consider investigating for herself when suddenly from the underbrush a voice called clearly, “Hello? Is anyone there?”
The voice was clearly masculine, and because of this, Sorcha's weariness crept back into her bones. Taking several steps away from the edge of the cliff to ensure that she had a method of escape if needed, she inched towards the underbrush, narrowing her eyes and peering in the general direction of the voice. After a short moment her eyes adjusted, and quickly she examined him, taking in the color of his fur, his posture, and most importantly, his size. He easily towered over her lithe frame, but so far he had given her no reason to fear his intentions. Relaxing slightly, she cast a coy smile in his direction. He was...handsome, in a way. Muscular and definitely strong.
Green eyes sparkling, she lifted her head slightly so that the sun fell across her multi-colored face, easily catching the gold flecks in her irises as she took another step forward, close enough to be considered polite but not so close as to be within his reach.
"Just me," she replied quietly, her tail swaying back and forth slowly. Whoever this stranger was, he was the first that she had encountered since she had stepped foot into this land, and Sorcha could only pray to Eperna that he would give her no problems. She had a chance of outrunning him if things turned ugly, but if he happened to catch her, she was most certainly done for. While her slender body was perfect for running, fighting was something else entirely, especially against a brute so largely proportioned. Trying her hardest to force her mind away from such grim thoughts, Sorcha tilted her head to one side as she watched him.
"I wasn't exactly expecting company, but the more the merrier," she continued, her voice soft and feminine.
She was fishing, subtly but surely, her curiosity blazing. She had always been told that she had an inquisitive mind, which she had always thought to be a positive thing, but more often than not it was interpreted as being nosy. Sorcha had learned to take things slowly, to ask the right questions at the right time instead of popping them out one after the other. No one liked to be interrogated, after all.
"So, what brings you here...?" She asked, trailing off pointedly as she searched for a name.
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Jul 10, 2013 2:46:44 GMT -5
Post by resolution on Jul 10, 2013 2:46:44 GMT -5
∆ C H I O N E ; ;Movement. Chione’s ears twitched to the sound of light footfall and he couldn’t help but cock his head slightly in surprise when a small femme revealed herself to him. For a second he began to doubt himself. He must have been wrong about the scent. There was no way this femme was alone, she looked so fragile.
In his time travelling south Chione had met a few timber wolves but none as small as this one. Thinking back, those wolves must have been the strongest and largest wolves those packs had had, sent by patrols to send Chione and his brothers away. Until now he hadn’t even considered what the females would be like given how small the brutes were.
Despite her size, she didn’t look weak to him though. Granted, theoretically she would make no match for him but she didn’t match the pitiful image of his own mother made skeletal by illness. There was a sort of strength and vitality in her. It was at that moment that she smiled at him and Chio couldn’t help but throw a nonchalant smile back at her. What a pretty little femme he thought to himself, eyes once more travelling over her slender frame.
"Just me. I wasn't exactly expecting company, but the more the merrier.”
Chio couldn’t help but feel a pang of disapproval. It wasn’t safe for this femme to travel alone. Had he been a worse wolf then this meeting could have gone very differently and there was no doubt in his mind that she would have been unable to fend him off. Heavens, if she wasn’t in a pack then she would have been living alone like this as well… Chione could hardly comprehend it and he couldn’t completely hide that from his face.
"So, what brings you here...?”
“Chione. Call me Chio if you like.” His response was instantaneous and an easy grin sneaked back onto his lips, his eyes locking onto hers without any hesitation or reservation. “I’ve been searching for a pack to join for a while now and I thought I might get a better grasp of the lay of the land from up here…” He trailed off slightly and brushed past the femme. He had been so engrossed in following her scent he’d almost forgotten what had led him here in the first place
Chione was no stranger to tall mountains but never had he been able to see so far before. Back in his homeland jagged cliffs and other peaks had always barred the landscape but here the ground seemed to fall away. He could see for miles and miles on end. For a moment he was awestruck. “It appears I made the right decision.” His voice was deep and strong but laced with playfulness. Chione suddenly felt hope and pride rush through his limbs. These lands were perfect for packs, it was just a matter of finding them now.
Don’t forget the femme. Chione pried himself away from the glory in front of him to lock eyes with her again. “So what should I call you then? And what are your reasons for being up here all alone?” his voice was at ease and playful but his words were brusque though Chione was completely oblivious to this. He lay his haunches down onto the cool dirt, completely relaxed and gazed off once more across Ravensbrück.
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Jul 16, 2013 12:44:05 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jul 16, 2013 12:44:05 GMT -5
SORCHA [/FONT]
“Chione. Call me Chio if you like.”
As the brute spoke, Sorcha took care to study his body language, and more specifically, his expression. Something flitted over his face, something that looked like...dissaproval, but Sorcha couldn't possibly fathom why. Deciding for the moment to keep quiet, she watched as his muzzle stretched into an easy grin, the hard knot in her stomach loosening just slightly. So far he seemed to be harmless, but still, Sorcha could barely stop herself from tensing as he brushed past her. Caution was an old habit, and old habits died hard.
“I’ve been searching for a pack to join for a while now and I thought I might get a better grasp of the lay of the land from up here…It appears I made the right decision.”
When she turned, she found him standing at the edge of the cliff, eyes roaming across Ravensbruck. His voice was calm and deep, laced with something that sounded playful. With a small smile tugging at her lips, Sorcha stepped forward to stand beside him, staring out at the vast stretch of everything that stretched beneath her feet. Since her arrival in this new place, Sorcha had considered several times the possibility of joining a pack, despite the way that she had trailed away from them. Everything was new and foreign to her, and the knowledge a pack could provide her with as well as safety was tempting. So far, though, her mind still battled with the idea.
“So what should I call you then? And what are your reasons for being up here all alone?”
Tearing her gaze away from the scenery, Sorcha glanced upwards to find Chione's bright yellow eyes locked onto her. Without a second thought, her smile widened, her head tilting slightly as she silently chided herself for having declined to tell him her name.
"Call me Sorcha," she responded immediately, her voice an even mixture of apologetic and playful. The second part of his question took a moment of thought, but finally she shrugged her slender shoulders nonchalantly. Something about the way he had worded the question made Sorcha pause a beat longer. It was almost as if he was...baffled or confused by the fact that she was alone, but why? She supposed it was risky, but she was no weak damsel that sat still for trouble. That doesn't change the fact that he easily could have taken you down, her mind pointed out trecherously. Deciding to ignore it, Sorcha focused her attention back on Chione.
"I haven't been in the area very long. I only wandered in a few days ago," she admitted. "I came up here to try to familiarize myself with the place. So far, you're the only company I've encountered. Luckily, you're not savage."
There was a teasing edge to her words as her eyes raked across his frame, her own question now falling from her lips.
"So are you a...local, I suppose I could call it, or have you wandered in like me?"
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