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Dec 17, 2015 0:59:55 GMT -5
Post by MARZELL on Dec 17, 2015 0:59:55 GMT -5
» M A R Z E L L
From across the plain, he heard her. The call was instinctive and received like the bubbling of a creek or the soft push of an afternoon gale; he hadn't a thought about who called, he simply knew. He'd have known that voice anywhere, for it's similarity to his own was hidden deep within his veins, made scratch marks on the earth like his own. It was his mother. Marzell's ears apprehensively pricked for further noise or movement, suddenly wondering whether this venture was a good idea. He was the closest he'd been to home since the fire split the pack apart and he had then failed to return. Kasimira had probably been a wreck, having lost half her fighting force as well as her two pups. But Marzell had his reasons for not returning. At first, envy over Dresna's coming coronation and appointment as true and first heir drove him from the lands and into the life of a loner. He never stayed in one place too long. He'd traveled far and wide across Ravensbruck, looking and searching. Something, anything to tie him down. He'd eventually claimed a land further south, by the name of Norden. He had been none too successful as alpha, but he had certainly enjoyed the freedom and decision making that accompanied the title.
As soon as he'd heard word from Dresna that Adelina too had gone missing he'd abandoned the small territory. His pack had only ever numbered two, and although he enjoyed their company he didn't worry about what happened to them. Everything had slid to the side in his search for Adelina. He'd almost gone mad for missing her. She was the one link to his puphood that remained pure, their relationship being that of the closest advisers in grass stalking and games of wrestling, of accomplices in sister pestering and river splashing. She mellowed him out, made him see reason when he protested the sky was green only for not knowing what blue was. Eventually, he had found her. They'd journeyed north again for a short while before their border-hopping mistakes caught up to them. They'd been taken as sklavin by the Regnen alpha of the time, and although Marzell had managed to escape, Adelina had not been as fortunate. He whined and howled his losses for days. Nothing. Just like that, he'd lost her again.
Whether he wanted to admit it or not, this land stirred something within him. Despite everything he had been yearning for this land, this feeling, this essence. It was like returning to a long forgotten memory, his paws unsteady as he stood in the spring grasses, his mind now taken with observing the flutter and chirp of meadow doves. It was just as it had been before. The grass was full and thick, and the brush and treeline seemed smaller, although wholeheartedly resilient in regrowth. Unsure of how to proceed with the conflictions that danced within his heart, Marzell paused and scented the air. The pack was a good way off. Maybe he'd watch for a bit, just to check in on the family. Maybe Adelina had escaped and she'd returned home. He knew by the scent trails that her presence was far away from the safety of these borders, but something in him fostered that idea and let it play for a moment as he blinked forlorn across the horizon.
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Dec 17, 2015 17:55:02 GMT -5
Post by ADALI on Dec 17, 2015 17:55:02 GMT -5
Adali Part of the pack, part of the family. Part of the pack, part of the family. Part of the pack, part of the family.An endless loop spun round her head, repeated in succession until they would engrave along the innards of her skull. Until she couldn't shake them, until the blessed lie morphed into bittersweet truth, until she would have no choice but to believe. Every beat of paws to earth hammered them further off her tongue, and like an oracle chanting curses she became remiss to the world about her. To the spring grasses and the warmth of the sun. She had never been cut out for this; not alone, anyhow. Nobody asked this off her, and rarely did they demand it. Adali was anything but a fighter, anything but an imposing wolf that would shake an intruder off the borders. Anything but the watchful patroller that should be entrusted with the task. She should have been on the hunt with the rest of them, for that was where her talents lay. But she took patrol onto herself, haphazard though it had become in this trickle of delirium. The dreaded fear of retribution chased her from this "family", and a part of her longed to stumble upon Maddox lurking in the bushes. To confess the grievances and betrayals that had bottled up in her chest until she very much felt as if she were floating over the ground. It was her fault; Tortuga's banishment was her fault, Kasimira's collapse was her fault, her own damn imprisonment was her fault. She could not shake this belief. Such hopes and dreams and luck was not with her this day, for the figure that encroached on her vision was a black mass, not reds and greys and khaki furs. They stood there looking in as if reflecting her gazing out. Adali wasn't even sure if she recognized this wolf; wasn't sure of anything. A chill ravaged down her spine, one of trepidation and confusion that froze her paws to the ground as if winter itself had returned. Maybe she should have been a smart wolf and fled back to the dens, informed Kasimira that there was a stranger lurking at the borders. But Adali was not so bold as to ever profess to be smart, nor brave enough to turn her back on one she did not recognize. In fact, aside from staring she no longer seemed much capable of anything. Even the chant faded to the back of a parched throat. ❦NOTES: they are both angsty af lmao also I'm pretty sure Adali knows who he is, or SHOULD, but she's kind of out of it XD and sorry if it sucks i am so rusty. WORDS: 420 TAGS: »Image MARZELL
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Dec 19, 2015 10:06:40 GMT -5
Post by MARZELL on Dec 19, 2015 10:06:40 GMT -5
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It was a moment before he realized he was no longer alone. Her coat was the opposite of his own, a dazzling white cloud, and her eyes too far off to be distinctive. But she was there, as much as he was. Marzell didn't even move at first, just blinked and observed. His heart hadn't sped up and his fur laid flat against the back of his neck. The two of them seemed stuck, simply taking in the other's presence and Marzell had a strange feeling he had, at one point or time, known this wolf. Still, her name alluded him. The black paws moved to step forward and then stopped, paused.
"Shouldn't you be hunting with the pack, miss?"
It was a genuine question, and Marzell quirked his head to the side, trying to remember her call. He remembered his mother and his father most strongly, his sibling play fights, Zy's pranks, Kyren's sternness, Matrid's determination and devotion. He remembered multiple sklavins, trading them in and out of the lands for one reason or another, none of them too strongly attached to Irrsin. Marzell's blue eyes shifted as he looked at her, attempting desperately to place her. She was most definitely a sklavin, for even now, faced with an outsider, her tail was low and her stance removed. His, in return, was strong and unabashed about his intrusion--everything considered, Marzell knew he was too bold but he cared little. He'd been an alpha only moons prior and he found he couldn't exactly work the dominant characteristics out of his fur. Admittedly, he wasn't trying very hard either.
"I guess it doesn't really matter. I just had to check in on them, see how they're doing..."
He shook his head, a slight warmth seeping into his face. He had this feeling that if he could just see his family functioning normally, like a pack, he could let his soul rest on the issue of having not returned and explained himself. At night, when the weather was calm and the twinkling stars the only thing to keep him company, his mind kept sleep at bay. What if Kasimira was distraught for loss? What if Dresna or Tortuga had died and he hadn't a clue because he'd been gone? He despised his sister, but he knew that deep in his chest he would miss her if something were to take her from this world... The thoughts rolled over and over in his mind, possibilities, scenarios. He needed some closure. Sighing, Marzell looked at the she-wolf and finally admitted his ignorance.
"I apologize profusely but I can't seem to remember your name even with all of Iudex's hints."
Hopefully she'd stay. It had been such a long time since he'd spoken to another wolf. His throat felt scratchy from disuse and he swallowed nervously, his eyes shifting from the white female to the black one that waited for her pack across the plain.
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