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Feb 20, 2015 14:29:02 GMT -5
Post by MERONA on Feb 20, 2015 14:29:02 GMT -5
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It was deep, deep into the threads of night when the pale dame first slunk towards Gröavche, her paw steps silent against the darkened sky, echo-less beneath a twinkle of forgotten, star-bound spirits. She steadily twisted and wove her way through the trees, only to find herself immediately disgusted with the place and the scent as her front paws sank into a deep glop of mud. Merona, her nose metaphorically upturned now, struggled to find release for her paws and inched slowly away from the muddied pit. Eventually, and with a loud sucking noise, her paws slipped out and she was left to huffing in irritation as she noticed the state of her previously tan and white legs. Great. Two steps in and I'm already covered in this gunk. Merona hastily shook her paws of the last heavy remnants of slime and moved again through the leaning trees, her eyes more carefully considering her tread now. As it were, Sinead had sent her to do a tiny bit of surveying, making note of the neighbors and tracking them for a day or two, more if at all possible. She was to report on the number and condition of the pack, as well as anything regarding the former Einheit sklavin, Chalandra. Merona herself cared little for the scroungy she-wolf and felt an uneasy twinge of happiness at the thought that a proud vixen like her would be roughing it in a place like the swamps she now crept through.
Besides the pleasant, inviting aroma, the land was horribly marshy and difficult to navigate, which presented its fair share of dangers and became more troublesome to an outsider like herself. Even on the sunniest of days, Merona highly doubted the brightest light would have much effect on the swamp land, and if it did, it would only serve to intensify the stink with a warm, gooey heat. Ugh. Just to think of it made her fur stand on end. And to make matters worse, at the current moment it seemed to be wholly covered in a strange mist--so thick in parts that Merona had to wonder what other unseen horrors lay beneath the opaque haze. Maybe there was more than one answer to the stench that inhabited this land! It would be no outstanding revelation to conclude that a wolf or two had died in their travels, lost to the maze that shifted and changed around her. Everything looked the same when covered in limp trees that leaned down to the ground. Add a ooze of dark brown there, a hint of oddly glowing moss there and finding one's direction was clearly and easily halted... With her mind running wild, Merona was becoming increasingly skiddish, and suddenly wondered why she'd taken Sinead up so quickly on her assignment. She'd wanted earnestly to prove herself to her alpha, allow Sinead to rest in the fact that she had picked a competent and willing sklavin. But now, as a croak of frog sounded behind her, Merona felt utterly alone and small. Nervously, the she-wolf glanced above to catch sight of the stars and found only an extension of swirling clouds. Maybe Eperna herself didn't even reside here.
But she had to keep going. Sinead would be whelping tiny pups soon, and she would be needed to feed her alpha and keep her comfortable in the next invigorating weeks. Just to think that pups would soon burst from Einheit! The pack would be a force to reckon with, stronger now that the sklavin leech that was Chalandra had been plucked. Focusing herself with the mindset of tiny Einheit mouths to protect, Merona lowered herself slightly and crept again into the bog's misted depths. It was all too clear that she'd have been none too happy had her dominor dragged her back here from the Auktion Rock. She loved Einheit desperately, with it's fiery heat and clean, rugged air, the scrabble of rocks underpaw and warmth of sun baths during the daylight hours... And yet, there had been rumors and whispers of the reckless abandon that echoed inside these boundaries, scraps and snippets of conversation she'd picked up between Sinead and Eneko. Apparently the Alpha here was a massive brute with the strength and brazen audacity (as Sinead had put it) to free wolves from the sklavin class. Merona herself had never heard of such a thing. And as much as she appreciated her life with Sinead, something in the tan she-wolf stirred at the thought, faintly wondering if the Gröavche Alpha, should he be all that was spoken about him, would have offered her such a thing as freedom.
SQUISH! In her mental wanderings through the darkness, Merona had once again, slipped into a mud pit. Cursing herself internally, the she-wolf clamored around for a moment, blue eyes looking for a foothold--for anything really--for which to struggle against. The mud had slid up to her chest this time, and the she-wolf tried vainly to override the panick that had begun a boil in her stomach. She hadn't a voice to call for help. And she'd surely be starved or otherwise worse off by the time Sinead got around to hunting her down. Thinking fast, Merona spotted a branch and wiggled to reach it with her teeth. As it brushed her muzzle she clamped down, slowly straining against the thick mass. It was a few moments and a lot of huffs later when she did work her way out, noting dismally that her coat was now more mud than actual fur. Angered by her surroundings, Merona growled silently to herself. She didn't know which way she was going and she certainly didn't want to fall into another pit of muck again. Plopping down, Merona despondently decided she needed a moment to breath and consider what move to take next.
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Feb 21, 2015 16:56:14 GMT -5
Post by RAMSAY on Feb 21, 2015 16:56:14 GMT -5
R A M S A Y The sun had completed its tour for the day, and had now been replaced by myriad stars, which dotted the inky canopy. The dark curtain that was Groavche blanketed the earth, concealing the twinkling spotlights adorning the velvet texture of the night. There was nothing but darkness and fog, which swirled around the legs of the muscular Beta as he moved. His ebon pelt blended in with the murkiness and gloom, his luminous golden eyes the only source of light on his body, peering through the mist. He picked his way carefully across the stretch of wet earth outside of the dens, remaining as quiet as possible. Ramsay had no desire to wake the slumbering forms behind him, for he’d slipped from the dens in an attempt to be alone. He’d been woken from his slumber by a nightmare; still he struggled not to think about it as he moved, the fear nipping at his heels like jagged teeth. Would his past never stop haunting him?
Growling softly under his breath, he plunged into the line of trees, the damp ground squelching softly beneath his feet as he tromped through the mud. Since there was little chance of him sleeping any time soon, Ramsay intended to at least make himself useful by patrolling the borders. It was something that he did more frequently since the intruder had waltzed so boldly into Groavche days before, something which had irritated him endlessly. Nirco had been no different, either. And why shouldn’t they have been furious? Surrounded by dominors and slave drivers, Groavche was unique in the beliefs of its reigning ranks; they had very much to defend.
Ramsay was lost in his thoughts as he circled towards the western border, but the soft squishing of something trapped did not evade him. He paused, tilting his head to one side, listening to the continuous squelch squelch that seemed overly loud in the silent darkness. Ramsay had heard it before when he’d first come to Groavche and spotted a terrified hare who’d rank through one of the mud pits; he’d had to free it, and had promptly consumed it. He was not particularly hungry now, and he considered leaving in case it was simply prey…but there was always the chance that it wasn’t. As stealthily as he could manage, Ramsay crept towards the sound, eyes narrowed as he finally came upon the source of the noise. He’d been right in investigating, for instead of a hare he found a wolf. It was a she-wolf struggling to pull herself from the muck, her pale coat caked with mud and grime. Briefly he considered striding forward to take the intruder by the scruff of her neck, yanking her free and then teaching her a lesson…but before he could move she was out, lowering her haunches to the ground to rest. Ramsay was unsure of why Groavche had been plagued with so many intruders lately, but then it hit him as he lurked in the shadows, her scent finally reaching him over the smell of the bog. She smelled of Einheit, although she was clearly not the alpha, as she looked nothing like how Sinead had been described. He remembered how Nirco had smelled when he returned, as well as the dens that Chalandra had occupied, and there was no mistaking the scent.
Allowing a lengthy growl to slide from his muzzle he strode forward, powerful strides leading him to stand close to her, although a safe enough distance to leap backwards should she swipe or snap. Golden eyes met pale blue as he gazed at her, a warning flashing in his gaze. Should she try to flee he would hunt her down quickly and efficiently – he knew Groavche better than she did. ”Well, well,” he murmured, the deep baritone of his voice sliding across the hush so easily that he did not need to raise his voice. ”It seems as if Groavche isn’t treating you very well.” He cast a quick glance at her soiled pelt, which was a stark contrast to his own. Ramsay was not meticulous about staying clean, and yet it had been months since he’d fallen into one of the pits. A smile came to him muzzle, although there was no mirth in the movement. Irritation was clear on his features as he took a single step closer to her. ”So, trespasser, has the heat of Einheit finally driven you here? Or perhaps the wrath of your little Queen?” He paused, tilting his head. ”Or are you spying?”
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Feb 22, 2015 15:35:40 GMT -5
Post by MERONA on Feb 22, 2015 15:35:40 GMT -5
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From out of the depths of night's cover, a low growl drifted towards Merona. Ears pricked, fur stiffened, and her eyes widened, shifting around to catch sight of the fearsome monster that hovered out before her. Anything could be out there, taunting with as little as a warning. Eperna, if you're up there... With a prayer on her mind's lips, anxiety clutched at her chest and her already faint heartbeat increased wildly as a raven-coated wolf stealthily slunk from behind the mists to presented himself. Besides the fact that his fur was as dark as the forest caverns behind him, his eyes were that of the bright, simmering sun, which Merona found quite on the contrary to the lack of light that made home here.
”Well, well, It seems as if Groavche isn't treating you very well.”
The words were soft and low, which scared Merona more so than had they been shouted and raised like alarm bells to another, near-by wolf. But as it were, he was starkly quiet if not utterly silent in his movements--including his pawsteps--and Merona cursed herself for not trying to hide her arrival better. She'd stumbled into this place, this pack land, like a pup who'd mistaken a rabbit's aroma for that of a bear's. Flattening her ears to her skull, Merona stayed stubbornly and obviously still, her eyes narrowing as she considered her new acquaintance, and this god-forsaken land, more carefully.
”So, trespasser, has the heat of Einheit finally driven you here? Or perhaps the wrath of your little Queen? Or are you spying?”
Indignation at the male's first comment made the pride in Merona soar beneath her ribs and she half considered standing up and showing him what an Einheit wolf was capable of, before again realizing her dire lost-in-the-deep-dark-woods situation and hushing the blood that called for a quick blow to the snout. There were two options: She could claim being a runaway from Einheit, or admit to her fraudulent behavior and assume the worse would therein commence. With the harrowing thought of being added to the swamp's wolf grave in residence, Merona swiftly resorted to a softer, more frightened demeanor. She daintily took a few hesitant steps backward, pulling her tail between her legs and trying her best to look as unassuming as possible.
Being unable to voice her thoughts would finally evolve into more of a help than a hindrance for once in her life, and Merona played her part well as she blinked cautiously up at the black wolf. It didn't take much effort of hers to act frightened of the surroundings and of him--she was in all honesty, on the bridge of nervous breakdown for fear of malicious spirits and other ghastly things that would be waiting for her, should this brute choose (Eperna forbid) to leave her as punishment. Merona, covered in muck and feeling a cold chill travel down her spine as the mud dried on her fur, shook her head quickly back and forth to somehow communicate that she wasn't able to speak. Maybe he would find mercy with her. Besides, what threat did she pose to this pack? Doubtful in his response, the she-wolf waited for some type of retort to her silence.
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Feb 24, 2015 20:43:56 GMT -5
Post by RAMSAY on Feb 24, 2015 20:43:56 GMT -5
R A M S A Y With each delicate step that the stranger took backwards, Ramsay took one forward, stalking her every move. She looked fairly startled, her tail tucked between her legs as she moved away from him. He raked his eyes over her once more, taking note of the small details; she was shorter than him by a few inches, and she could not have been considered scrawny – she was a female of well-built proportions, her face seeming to portray innocence, her eyes flashing with emotions… But she is not innocent, Ramsay reminded himself. She was sneaking around Groavche, and if anything her sex made him more likely to be cautious of her. Females were like vipers.She had no answer to offer him besides a vigorous shaking of her head that frustrated him. ”What, suddenly you can’t speak? Are you daft?” He growled, stepping towards her and lowering his head. The scent of her flooded his nostrils, so foreign and strange. She smelled…earthy. Snorting to himself, Ramsay waited for a response that did not come. Narrowing his eyes, he opened his mouth to snap another insult before pausing. She didn’t seem stupid – and likewise, would Sinead have sent her if she was? No, there had to be another reason. Something itched at the back of Ramsay’s mind, a conversation overheard as he slunk through the trees, avoiding Nirco - and Chalandra specifically. A mute wolf had been one of her pack members, a fellow sklavin it seemed. Ramsay straightened with the sudden realization. What would it be like, he wondered, to be unable to speak? Easier, probably, he thought wryly as he contemplated how to best proceed. The fog continued to roll in around them, and from somewhere in the distance came a faint groaning noise. Ramsay dismissed it with a flick of his ears; the trees of the swamp were old, and the slightest weight from an owl or critter set them off. He liked to imagine that they were talking sometimes, although he would not admit it.”I know who you are,” he said finally, voice half-accusing as he stared at her. ”Not by name, but I know. You don’t speak; how terribly convenient.” Not caring how blasé he must have sounded about the matter, Ramsay took another step closer until his head was nearly level with hers. ”My name is Ramsay, beta of Groavche, and I can assure you that Nirco would be less thrilled than I am to find you here. He doesn’t exactly harbor affection for Einheit.” A harsh laugh slipped from his muzzle at the thought of Nirco’s reaction should he find her here. Would he attack her, Ramsay wondered? Take her hostage like Chalandra had been? No, never that – Nirco would not hold her against her will, not when it went against everything he stood for. He was consistent, and Ramsay appreciated that, but now wasn’t the time to think on it. He would have to deal with this himself, unless his alpha decided to go for a midnight stroll.”What are you called, girl?” He demanded, assuming that she’d at least discovered some way to share her name. He no longer assumed she was dumb; indeed, Ramsay had a vague suspicion that she was much smarter than he’d originally given her credit for.
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