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Post by sonnie ! on Oct 10, 2010 17:05:49 GMT -5
Even though it was spring, and there should have been signs of new life running about, this place still had an eerie feeling about it, just like winter. The trees were lifeless as well as the area around it. A black figure walked skillfully around the trees, once in a while bumping into the side of one. Her eyes stared sightlessly forward, like she was looking far off into the distance. She scented no prey, really no scent of any other animal around here. Maybe the faint trail scents of a squirrel or badger. The female winced as the sharp and prickly debris on the floor cut into her paw pads, probably leaving a small blood trail behind her. The black wolf had carelessly walked into this place, thinking that at sometime she would come out of it. Though, this place never seemed to end.
Sari sniffed around at the leaves, hoping to find a scent trail of a rabbit or mouse. Nothing turned up. Spring was supposed to bring prey out of their dens, but obviously the prey hadn't lived in this place. Way to go, Sari. She rolled her sightless eyes and pressed on, determined to get out of here. Her stomach growled. Right now, a carcass of a small animal didn't seem to bad right now. Sari still looked famished after winter, to the point where you could see her ribs and hips sticking out.
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Post by Mythos on Oct 10, 2010 17:19:33 GMT -5
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Windy stepped through the underbrush, navigating silently and without hurting his paws on sharp debris. He was wandering the loners lands looking for recruits, though he had no plans on being harsh or forceful in gaining those recruits. His nose twitched, picking up the scent of a female and her blood scent. He turned and his reflective coat picked up grays and browns over it's dark hues. He came upon a female who apparently was having trouble finding her direction. He paused, and heard her stomach growl.
He was still full from his last kill, a beaver that had put up very little fight. Even if that weren't the case he would have caught something for this female, she seemed so forlorn.
"Excuse me madam. My name is Whispering Wind and I am the alpha of the Raishem pack. Might you be in need of assistance? Perhaps food? I have eaten recently and would be more than glad to sick up some of it for such a thing as you." He was polite in his words, and kind in his tone. He could easily overpower this female if she chose to be aggressive, but nothing in her showed aggression or danger. He watched her with his sharp orange eyes, standing easily at attention to the world.
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Post by sonnie ! on Oct 10, 2010 18:03:08 GMT -5
The blind female swerved through the trees, trying to head in a straight line, hopefully to a way out of here. Doubt filled her sightless, piercing blue eyes. She might as well just die now. She was going to die a still young wolf, wasn't she? She shouldn't have to suffer like this.
Sari's ears pricked backwards as she heard the movement of another animal moving through the underbrush, followed by a voice.
"Excuse me madam. My name is Whispering Wind and I am the alpha of the Raishem pack. Might you be in need of assistance? Perhaps food? I have eaten recently and would be more than glad to sick up some of it for such a thing as you."
The voice was of a male wolf, somewhere behind her. The blind wolf turned around to greet the male. "Why thank you, Whispering Wind, but I don't want to be a burden." she said in a polite voice, though she was very hungry, she didn't want to look like a helpless pup. "My name is Sarenti, call me Sari." The black female dipped her head in a greeting. She walked toward the scent of the male, thought stopped at a safe distance in case this male was aggressive.
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Post by Mythos on Oct 10, 2010 19:36:07 GMT -5
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"Greetings to you then, miss Sari. It wouldn't be any burden at all for me to sick something up for you. I could hunt again later, only the elk and the moose may evade me when I hunt alone. I could catch something for you if you'd rather, although I dare say this place is no good for hunting." He conveyed calm and power through his voice, although he felt pity pulling at his heart at the site of this wolf. Those eyes were pale, too pale. She was blind. He knew she would not live through this next winter if she did not get help. A pack would be the best for her, but she would most likely not wish to join one.
He lifted his chin a bit higher while he examined her. She was a pretty little thing, dark like himself. She couldn't see his strange pelt to cringe from it. He held his tongue, for now he would be but a helpful stranger. If she were willing to accept that he might broach first friendship, then another, deeper, relationship. He would like that, he would like to protect her if he could. He would like to... perhaps it would be less than honest of him. If she were to be his mate and remain a loner, or join another pack... he would have a paw in two worlds and it would not do to be a leader with two masters. No wolf could serve any master besides the one. He sighed, he hated the ideas of the world, but he did not fight them.
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Post by sonnie ! on Oct 10, 2010 20:33:47 GMT -5
"Greetings to you then, miss Sari. It wouldn't be any burden at all for me to sick something up for you. I could hunt again later, only the elk and the moose may evade me when I hunt alone. I could catch something for you if you'd rather, although I dare say this place is no good for hunting."
"No kidding." she noted, remembering how there wasn't even a sniff of prey out here. "If it isn't too much for you, then I would be delighted for something to eat, Whispering Wind." Sari said politely, knowing that this male was an alpha of a pack. This male, Whispering Wind, could easily hurt her, even kill her. Knowing this made her a little uneasy, though his kindness was enough to take that feeling away.
Sari didn't know whether or not Whispering Wind knew that she was blind, though she felt his eyes staring at her. She hoped, if he figured it out, that he didn't think of her any different. Her parents had basically abandoned her because she was blind, and she's been teased about it when she was younger.
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Post by Mythos on Oct 11, 2010 6:36:10 GMT -5
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Windy smiled and padded forward to touch her shoulder with his nose. It was a 'be right back' type of motion, and immediately following it he turned and took off at an easy lope. He followed his nose to a stream. From there he followed it after several scent tracks until he had found a small herd of deer. There was no stag within this herd and he waved his tail as he examined them. One doe was old, very old. Every motion she made was accompanied by a creaking pop as her stiff joints nearly gave out.
Rushing out of hiding with a bark Windy edged the doe away from the herd and kept her moving easily toward the underbrush of the outlands. Twice she tried to turn and go back and he rose to snap at her face so that she turned forward again. Once she tried to make it to the river, where she could swim away, and again he rose and snapped, driving her away from it. Once they reached the underbrush Windy didn't pause, but sped up his long-limbed gate to be almost even with the does flank. He rose up one final time and his jaws punctured flesh. He hung on while the doe fell, kicking weakly. He held on until she shuddered and lay still, no longer a life but a pile of flesh to feed upon.
He tossed his head back and invited Sari to the feast with an easy howl. He wouldn't bother to eat until she'd had her fill and then some. The old doe hadn't been hard to bring down, but for Saris sake he had brought it closer to her.
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Post by sonnie ! on Oct 11, 2010 15:44:58 GMT -5
The male approached her and touched her shoulder with his nose. She nodded and pricked his ears as she heard his footfalls toss up dead debris on his way out. Her acute sense of hearing and scent helped her out, since she was blind in all. She tried to listen what was going on, he obviously went hunting, though he was out of her range of sound. She could smell the alpha somewhere out in the woods.
It didn't take long before she heard the rustling, hooves beating, then the downfall of a body. At first, Sari worried for Whispering Wind. He better not have gone after a buck. She thought back to how her brothers had always boasted on how they would hunt the greatest bucks in their forest. Though she had always known that it wasn't about the greatest of prey that you brought down, it was just prey. The weakest would be best to take down though. Her aunt had taught her that, though Sari had never even attempted to kill a deer.
A nearby howl whisped through the still forest, Whispering Wind's. Sari eagerly started toward his voice, though kept at a fast trot, trying not to knock into any trees on the way. She followed his scent until she could smell the blood from the deer, just an old doe. Her blind eyes looked hungrily in the direction of the deer, though of course she could never see it with her own eyes. Without even waiting for an approval, like she would normally do, she lunged at the doe, tearing into the flesh of the doe. It was amazing what hunger could do to you. Sari was literally starving.
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Post by Mythos on Oct 20, 2010 16:29:32 GMT -5
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Windy smiled as he watched the dark female feast upon the does flesh. It was always a good thing to do good for others in his mind. He laid down a few leaps away, watching her. One ear twitched to the sound of the wind, a raggedly furred edge catching every breeze and filtering its sound to his mind. He heard a bird taking flight, the call of a cow moose looking for her calf, the scratch of a coyotes claws on stone, the occasional click of tooth-on-bone from his feasting companion, the frightened heart beat of a rabbit not too far away, even the sound of another wolf crying to the sky miles away. He also heard wind from the mountains, calling to tell him that he needed to leave these desolate lands and return to his claimed throne.
'Not yet. Please not yet. Just give me a little more time.' He thought to the wind that called him. They seemed to call him, louder and harder and he sighed. There was no more fighting. He stood up and walked over to the female.
"If you ever need a place to sleep safely, a way to get food easily, someone to listen, a pack, or anything at all, please do not hesitate to come to me in the mountains of Raishem. Our paths are always open to those with an honest heart." He spoke with honesty himself and touched his nose once more to her shoulder before he turned to leave.
OOC//
Sorry this took so long. I've been busy and distracted. Also, Windy has left the building.
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