Rogue
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Cisgender Male
6 months
Bisexual
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Post by Zuko on May 22, 2023 23:59:35 GMT -8
He wasn't exactly sure what had happened. All he knew is that he had woken up at the bottom of the cliff, bleeding. His head hurt, and he could barely move. He had gone in and out of consciousness day in and day out. But somehow, he had survived through sheer will and determination. And possibly through the help of some strangers that had passed by. He wasn't honestly sure what had happened. All he knew was that he couldn't remember anything before that. It was a murky haze, one that he couldn't push past. He had spent the transition of fall to winter in the rocklands, calling the place home as he didn't find it in him to leave as he recovered from his injuries. The food here was plenty and he didn't mind the small rocky outcrop he called home. As the snow brought itself to the Rocklands, Zuko found that not many wolves passed through the territory, making it easier for the competition to dwindle for prey as it became scarcer. Giving a small snort as he rolled over in the little outcrop, his ears perked as he heard the voice of another, something Zuko hadn't heard in awhile. He was a little bit bigger and older now that he was past the awkward teen phase and headed towards his full grown adult phase now. The lanky limbs of the wolfdog stretched out from underneath him as he then rolled onto them, shaking the moss that he had collected from his pelt as he stood, chocolate pelt shifting over muscles as orange eyes scanned the area in front of his den before he stepped out. It had been few and far between that anyone ventured close enough to really get close enough to his den to make him worried they'd discover it and really cause any trouble. And so he cautiously made his way around, looking for the source of the voice. What he didn't expect to see was the large flaming red deer like fox looking creature and the small wolf pup that was accompanying them. They looked odd and Zuko wasn't quite sure what they were. But whatever they were doing here, surely they had a good reason for being here? "It's a bit dangerous to be out in the open at this time of day," He said, approaching cautiously with his snout low to the ground, eyes concentrated on the adult, tail stiff behind him as he kept himself postured properly to show he meant no harm, but he would protect himself if need be. Osiris Raisin
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2023 16:58:50 GMT -8
Well isn’t this place just miserable? Furrowing a soot stained brow, a mottled form stepped tepidly forward. As irony would have it, the scenery was far too complimentary to the female than she’d willingly admit: unwelcoming and jagged. Pushing that sour thought to the back of her mind, Malady continued to grimly survey the surrounding environment. Maybe some would consider it beautiful, but in this individual’s mind, it was hell on earth. The rocks provided not only the risk of crumbling and therefore falling to one’s unfortunate demise, but also ample room for venomous snakes, sharp teeth, or hostile wolves. With each step, eyes resembling embers swept to and fro, darting from each precarious crack to any miniscule noise. Auricles swiveled endlessly atop her dainty head as her hackles rose to any stimuli, the small wolf’s agitation would be extremely apparent across her tense body. Winding along the swallowest available spots of snow, Malady only found herself further irritated by the thought of anything deeper. One more foot and I’ll be swimming. Picking her paws up quickly brought some relief to the icy bites of winter, but there was no stopping the constant shivers wracking her body. The lack of body fat - not to mention muscle - was more than catching up with Malady. Malnourishment in these conditions was deadly, and the female was teetering the fine line between surviving and starvation. Exhaling sharply as another burst of shivers stopped her in her tracks, she allowed a brief pause from her hypervigilance to allow herself to pull her head into her chest, savoring whatever body heat she could muster before resuming her upright position. At this moment, it hit her. A sweet, yet smokey scent muddled with 2 other more indistinguishable smells, one significantly more youthful than the former. Slitting her eyes, Malady crept toward the source, upwind, and as concealed as her dark form could even manage on the white expanse between them. Sure, if they even happened to glance in her direction they’d likely spot her easily, but you were laughable to assume she’d do anything more to call attention to herself. Settling a safe distance from the three, she was then able to scrutinize the scene before her, and scrutinize she did. What. The. Hell. Was that thing doing with that pup? Don’t misunderstand, that deformed wolf with a coat similar to the hue of her own eyes didn’t seem to have any ill-manner toward the youngling, but the relationship between the two cast bewilderment over the female. Squinting, she examined the infant for any signs of distress, injuries, sickness, but came up with nothing. This didn’t help the sickening writhing in her abdomen to see the defenseless pup with that.. anomaly. Her insides only churned more as she took in the original source of the scent, a woodsy scent that begged to be comforting but did little to ease her nausea as he spoke to the odd pairing before him. Though her reaction wasn’t truly justified, hackles continued to rise, and ears flattened against the base of her skull as Malady fought every maternal instinct to grab that little sucker and get him away from those two males. Instead, she settled for watching. Whether or not they noticed her would be a problem to resolve as it came. For now her eyes flickered relentlessly between the three, muscles tensed to a low crouch in case any harm came to the small being precariously between them. Not much was clear yet about their intentions with him, but there was no mistake - neither of these animals were his own blood. Osiris , Zuko , Raisin
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Rogue
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Unranked
Male
He/Him
2.5 months
Mexican Wolf
TBD
Tracker
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1 Post
Relations: Caretaker/friend: Osiris
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Post by Raisin on May 24, 2023 4:07:19 GMT -8
The scenery in front of the young pup was too bright for his little eyes. The white snow was glistening, reminding him of dewdrops on the stems of grass. He loved it, everything and anything shiny brought him joy. Raisin learned to love all the small things in life, as they were quite seldom for him. The first thing he ever liked, was the small grub he ate during a hunt. This was when he was still a newborn, not even a month old. The grub was huge to him, almost the size of his paw, but he was a great hunter, and the small creature was no match for the mighty Raisin. The second thing he liked, was Osiris. Whatever he was. The young pup was convinced his new friend was a very tall fox who pretended to be a wolf because wolves are much cooler and stronger. And who wouldn't want to be a wolf?
Walking through the snow was much harder than Osiris made it look. He was very tall and could walk through the snow with ease, but Raisin's legs were much shorter, so it took more effort. Though, Raisin tried to step into the holes made by Osiris' paws, following in his footsteps - literally - to catch up. They'd been walking somewhere, but Raisin didn't know where. And frankly, he didn't care. Because he grew very attached to Osiris over the past few days and would follow him anywhere.
"Paths trod by others are more comfortable to follow than forging ahead alone," He heard his friend say, though didn't really understand what he meant. Raisin was used to him saying strange things because he assumed wherever Osiris came from, that was normal there.
"This path isn't very comfortable," Raisin complained, as he jumped through the snow, trying to keep his head above it. "Are we there yet?" The pup groaned for the millionth time today. Looking down at his paws for a second, he tried to make this venture into a game of sorts but was abruptly stopped when Osiri came to a halt causing him to lightly faceplant the snow.
Sneezing the snow out of his nose, Raisin lifted his yellow eyes. A dark brown male wolf stared at them from a few yards away. Gulping, the young pup awkwardly stood behind Osiris' long legs, trying to hide but also observing the stranger. "It's a bit dangerous to be out in the open at this time of day," The chocolate he-wolf spoke. Raisin didn't know what to say, he didn't know how grown-ups talked. Though, the stranger didn't seem like a grown-up, maybe a teenager, or whatever they were called.
Raisin was about to open his maw to say hi when he caught sight of a black female staring at them unmoving. Her eyes were flattened and she looked very scary. Quickly hobbling over to Osiris's front, he loudly whispered. "Why are they staring? It's weird. They have a staring problem." Raisin mumbled and walked backwards behind his friend's legs.
He continued to stare back at the two strangers, with both fear and curiosity, hoping Osiris would say something soon.
Zuko Osiris @malady
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Male
He/Him
5 Years
Other Species
Heterosexual
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2 Posts
Relations: Friend/caretaker of: Raisin
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Post by Osiris on May 27, 2023 3:59:26 GMT -8
I walk to the beat of a drum you only dream of hearing Meticulous steps paired with the little one's leaps and bounds. Osiris didn't have the alrgest of paws, but Raisin was making good use of the gaps in the snow. Though he may not understand now, he was certainly capable of interpretting the riddles of the spirits in the future. The maned wolf was well aware that he did not speak in a way that was particularly easy to decipher the meaning of. How others chose to interpret his words was their own prerogative. "This path isn't very comfortable," Raisin's voice piped up from behind him, the sound travelling a comical distance to outsiders from the little pup up to the giant fur-lined ears of the maned wolf, "Are we there yet?"Osiris only offered the little pup a quiet hum in response, to let Raisin know that he had been heard. They had no destination, only travels. He would find a place for the young pup to rest soon. A blink quickly fluttered over shining eyes, the only quick movement that seemed possible for the odd creature. Chocolate fur emerged into their space, a second youngling drawn to the male. Slowly, his head followed his eyes as he gave this newcomer his attention. Beyond his age, what struck the maned wolf was the glow of blue-ish green flickering around the wolf. With another blink, it was gone. The spirits had decided to show him this wolf's uncertainty, but was kind enough to inform him that there was little malice in his encounter. Interesting.
"It's a bit dangerous to be out in the open at this time of day," he offered, posture looking uncomfortably stiff. It was clear that this pup was trying to make a good impression. Wolf postures were familiar to Osiris, he had spent much time around his fellow canids in the absence of his own kind. "The sun gives light, what danger can hide within it?" he mused, interested in what kinds of dangers this young male had seen in his short life. He already knew that his meditation later would question the spirits' intentions sending him another young wolf. He seemed skinny, but healthy. Surely, this could not be another soul to assist. Perhaps instead, another pup to guide? "Why are they staring? It's weird. They have a staring problem," little Raisin piped up, his breathy voice being about as much of a whisper as the spirits showing the brown furred male's blazing aura was subtle. Osiris blinked once more, head shifting with the grace of a lazy breeze to catch what his young compatriot had seen. Even distance away, the defensive posturing of this she-wolf was clear. As he stared towards her, each paw shifted slightly around Raisin, protecting the little pup slightly more within charcoal stilts.
It surprised him greatly when the she-wolf's distant shape began to be laced with a dull orange before a blink washed it away once more. The spirits were generous today. Perhaps because he had not had company since encountering little Raisin? An abundance of guidance and warnings was welcome to the maned wolf. The she-wolf was miniscule, both in stature and weight. She was weak, the dull aura revealing her condition before any shortening of distance could. This one much more fit with who the spirits guided to him. Emaciated, on thier last legs, wary of his appearance, but in passing, thankful for his assistance. He would let her reveal in her own time if that was her intentions for finding him. Assuming imminent death, he found, was not something others wanted to hear. She was suspicious of him, as he learned the pulse of uneasy orange matching his coat meant.
The she-wolf was given a gentle dip of his head, ears sliding from their front facing position to the side slightly in a motion of non-threat. The cocoa male regained the majority of Osiris' attention with the suspicious she-wolf in control of how she decided to react. "Does the wind have a name to beckon you with?" he spoke slowly, velvet tones holding no threat towards this young male, "It calls me Osiris, and whistles below to Raisin." Was it the conventional means of introduction? No. Then again, it was not in his interest to be conventional. This wolf was smart, the shaman was sure he would be able to understand.
Raisin Zuko @malady
Note: His aura-detection abilities are determined by d20 roll ranging 19-20 to make it rare for him, but I happened to roll a 20 and 19 xD
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2023 12:29:39 GMT -8
Old Man Bartleby
Light green eyes scanned the rough rocky terrain as dirt covered white paws led him to a place where he had yet to discover. Bartleby roamed with little purpose as he was preoccupied wondering why Bolt, one of the forever young wolves who spent about a month with him before passing away, was still following at his side. Unlike the rest of the young spirits who had died alongside him due to the same sickness, he kept himself tethered near the old man, even after coming to peace with his death and everything before it. When the pink nose wolf asked his companion about his choice, all Bolt said was “I wish to be with you when you cross, as you were for me.” Words that made Bartleby both an equal part sad and glad. It was the sound of a small voice that snapped him out of his thoughts. "Why are they staring? It's weird. They have a staring problem." It was then that Bartleby stopped to take a look around, making no means to hide himself. He was of no danger to anyone, and sought not to give one the impression that he was by attempting to be stealthy, something that would probably fail if he dared try. There was a young brown wolf off to his left, his stance telling the white wolf in one look that he wasn’t an immediate threat. Farther off in the distance was a barely visible wolf, one who was possibly more visible than what the old wolf could tell with his faulty field of farsighted vision. A bit ahead of Bartleby, was a very young pup, once that should’ve been with its mother instead of this snowy winter cold. Above the child was a tall, slim wolf. One that looked a bit odd in a sense of the natural proportions to a regular wolf that was. "Does the wind have a name to beckon you with?" The red-orange tower of a wolf asked. The question was quite obviously not geared towards him, rather it looked as though the brown wolf in front of him. The words themselves were a bit of a tangle for Bartleby to digest, but in short, it was the words after that cleared up what the question truly was. "It calls me Osiris, and whistles below to Raisin." The stranger was asking about the name of the young one before him, was his conclusion. Though the introduction the sky-tall wolf had provided was enough for the old man to let out a soft chuckle. The pup, Raisin, did certainly have the wind whistling much lower than that of Osiris, that was for sure. Taking but a half step forwards, the male dipped his head towards Osiris, then to Raisin in turn. Looking upwards, Bartleby addressed the wolves, though mainly the one that stood almost another wolf’s height over him. “I know that you were not asking of my name, but nonetheless, it is Bartleby.” Even as the ice was cracked, it still didn’t seem to break. A few more spirits had come to view the happenings around Bartleby, though none other than Bolt did he have a personal connection with. A few of them hovered here and there, though most were still off to the side, as if watching a play like their life, or rather lack of, depended upon seeing how this exchange would end. As the snow’s cold temperature finally caught up to Bartleby’s no longer moving form, it threatened to creep through his bones. Shaking off the snow that had lightly accustomed itself to his light fur, the male took a crouched seat, keeping his legs tucked close to him by curling his thick tail around his front.
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