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Dec 19, 2013 15:51:52 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Dec 19, 2013 15:51:52 GMT -5
SINEAD
Surrender to nothing
Once again, Sinead found herself traveling.
This time her paws lead her towards the territories that she had previously ignored. She had heard that only one of them had been claimed, but still, that was news to her. Whoever ruled there ruled very, very quietly. Still, after her little visit to Regnen, Sinead figured she might as well cover all of the bases. Soon enough she would have to introduce herself to the other packs that surrounded Einheit, but for now, that could wait.
Slowing from her sprint, Sinead paused as the faint scent of wolves reached her. Masculine, it seemed, so she could only assume that the alpha was male. Snorting, she proceeded at a trot, passing over the Norden border and moving further inward. As she moved, she surveyed the area around her, taking note of the sparse placement of the trees and the grass beneath her feet. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, signaling the approach of night. Sinead had hoped to arrive a bit sooner to avoid lurking around foreign territory in the dark, but unfortunately things hadn’t gone as planned.
Frowning to herself, she paused, lifting her nose to scent the air. The scent had certainly grown stronger, and yet, she saw no one. No hint of wolf or movement at all greeted her. Cautiously, she continued at a slower pace, her ears tipped forward, seagreen eyes searching eagerly for any sign of life at all. She knew nothing about this brute, and because of that, she was practically blind. Wandering in his territory, waiting for his arrival…what if he was hostile to strangers? Hmph. Sinead lifted her head higher. She was a female, and not the burliest one, either. Because of that, she was often underestimated, but she knew better than to let this mindset affect her. She was small, but swift, and whipsmart in the face of danger. Her mother had called her “lion-hearted” once, either because she was incredibly courageous or incredibly stubborn. Sinead still wasn’t sure which.
In between two scrawny trees, Sinead came to a halt. It would do her no good to wander any further, and the last thing she wanted to do was stumble upon him and surprise him. After spending a few moments grooming herself, double-checking to make sure that her pelt was clean and presentable, she straightened, tipped her head back, and howled. It was long and searching, confident yet not quite demanding. After a moment she broke off, waited for the echo to die, and then lowered her muzzle. She was met with silence again, but if he was here, he would come. It was all a matter of patience now.
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Dec 19, 2013 18:42:10 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Dec 19, 2013 18:42:10 GMT -5
» M A R Z E L L
From Norden's most southern treeline, Marzell laid silently against the ground, watching with his mother's eyes as another wolf entered into his land. And just who might you be? His eyes followed the stranger's form, surveying how they carried themself, how they entered unsure and yet confident at the same time. The young Alpha quirked a brow as he looked on, with both his interest and his appetite for interaction piqued. It had been some moons since Jato had been taken from the lands by roaming dominors and many more in which Azrael had disappeared without a trace or simple goodbye. In short, it had become a very lonely existence.
Marzell swept himself to his paws and pushed into an easy lope down to meet the newcomer. As he approached, the distinctive scent of female washed over him and he idly wondered what a female like herself would be wanting with a pack of one at an hour like this. It would be dark soon enough, and with the distance that Norden was from the rest of Ravensbruck, she'd easily be caught in the darkness of the moon in trying to return to wherever she'd come from. Marzell cast an apprehensive glance at the sun, and it confirmed what he'd already assumed. The sun was indeed setting, casting deep red and orange rays across the ground. It turned his fur a rare deep sheen of red and black as he moved, the tips of his hair almost golden in the fiery light.
He plodded up a few tail lengths away ever so slowly as to not startle her with his arrival in the growing night. He breathed her scent deeply, noting the odd aroma of dirt and earth before speaking. When he did, his voice felt strangely deep, or maybe simply unused from the quiet that continually surrounded him, and suddenly, for once in his life, Marzell felt old.
"Interesting hour to be out about. Especially in these lands."
Marzell's blue eyes gazed unabashedly at the female, studying the trace of her frame and her stature. She was slim and feminine, and all over a sight that he had mildly feared he might never encounter if his luck and masculine charm kept running as it had. Her fur was a mixture of dull greys and pale whites, splashed between two very intriguing blue-green eyes. They reminded Marzell faintly of one summer as a pup when his family had visited the Freiheit shores and the deep whispering colors of the ocean's waves.
It was then that he noticed he was staring rather absurdly and he respectfully dipped his head, offering a better introduction.
"My apologies, miss. I seem to have forgotten my manners. I'm Marzell of Norden. Would you be so polite as to tell me whose presence I'm being graced with?"
His black paw rose to touch his chest as he gave his own name, waiting anxiously for the female to either accept or decline his obvious advances. She was rather pretty...
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 23, 2014 18:07:50 GMT -5
SINEAD
As the day slowly continued it's descent into night, movement caught Sinead's eye.
She turned, her bright eyes immediately locking onto the masculine, ebony wolf that was slowly moving towards her. His scent was familiar, but only because she had smelled it as she had moved deeper and deeper into this land. She assumed that he was the alpha, and quite the handsome one at that. Lucky me.
"Interesting hour to be out about. Especially in these lands."
His voice was deep, easily reaching her ears as he stopped a respectable distance from her. Almost with meaning for them to, her lips twitched into a coy, coquettish smile as she realized that he was studying her, his eyes raking over her frame. She had always enjoyed the feel of a male's appreciative gaze; what she-wolf didn't? And while she knew that she was in too high of a position to fling herself at him or play the part of a bawdy vixen, there was never any harm in a little flirting. But not yet, she reminded herself firmly. You haven't even spoken to him yet. If you want Norden as your ally, you must play your cards right.
"My apologies, miss. I seem to have forgotten my manners. I'm Marzell of Norden. Would you be so polite as to tell me whose presence I'm being graced with?"
Immediately she dipped her head in acknowledgement, glad that he had been so occupied with his observations that he hadn't noticed her own silence.
"A pleasure to meet you, Marzell. I'm Sinead, of Einheit." She cocked her head then, her voice sweet as she hurried on. "I'm sorry if I've disturbed you. I meant to arrive sooner, but...time got away from me."
Smiling now, Sinead cast a curious glance around her, as if she had not already avidly studied her surroundings before he had arrived.
"I've been alpha of Einheit for a while now, but never bothered getting acquainted with the neighbors. I figured I would come steal a glance at the rumored handsome leader in Norden." It was a stretch, but Sinead hoped that it was a believable one. He was good-looking, that was no lie, but she had heard very little of Norden lately - only bits and scraps of information tossed her way. Still smiling as becomingly as she could, she lifted her head proudly and allowed her own gaze to wander over him. He seemed well-mannered enough, certainly not aggressive...perhaps tonight work out in her favor.
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