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Post by Ares on Nov 22, 2022 16:03:20 GMT -8
Ares had traveled for miles everyday since his departure from his past life. He wanted a new start, a fresh slate per se. He wanted to move forward from everything, and make a life of his own, somewhere safe.
’Being alone means that no one can hurt you. Why would you want to take that chance after everything that’s happened?’
Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought, ’It’s just a possibility. Things may be better here. Hopefully with better people too.’
He had never had someone truly care about anything other than his usefulness. Ares never had the loving, caring childhood that he assumed most had. Now that he was away from all of the hurt, he had all the time he needed to heal now.
Arriving upon a coastline of sorts in very unfamiliar territory, the male looked searched around. Finding no scent of any wolves, he headed over to a natural pool of water surrounded completely by rock that was acting as a bowl. The tide was slack, and wasn’t moving much at all. The water outside the makeshift bowl wasn’t overflowing it, so as a result, more than a couple fish were trapped helplessly. Taking it upon himself to snatch a few out and have a meal.
Once his hunger was satiated, he settled down under one of the very few trees in the nearby area. Closing his eyes he rested, his body leaned up against the tree. Peace at last.
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Post by Linnet on Nov 23, 2022 1:46:17 GMT -8
The sun rises over the sea’s horizon slowly, creating a beautiful scene. The sun paints the sand orange and the sea purple. The large rock formations cast sharp, harsh shadows on the ground, creating the perfect cover for many little critters. A seagull flies overhead, crying out loudly and a wolf, small and skinny, walks carefully across the sand. She is beige in places, darker where the bones stick out.
Linnet does not sit by idly watching the sunset. It has been a week, if not longer, since she last ate anything substantial and, after a brief rest, she continues her desperate search. She is starving. Her stomach growls. Linnet lifts her head to breathe in the sea scents but smells nothing she could catch. She walks slowly, her paws sinking into the sand and leaving footprints that are then washed away by the tide. For the past few days, she has been sustaining herself on the crabs and other creatures she can find in rock pools—but that just isn’t enough to support a near-adult wolf.
Another seagull glides effortlessly above her, landing perfectly on a particularly tall rock where Linnet can’t get to it. She huffs angrily. She tried her hand at hunting seagulls when she’d first arrived at the beach. There had been a massive flock of them—a dozen or so—and she’d spent her time stalking all close before running in with all her might and… No luck. Since then, she’s avoided anything with wings like the plague.
Linnet hops up onto one of the rocks, careful about where she puts her feet. Crabs are better than nothing, she supposes. She walks along the hard surface for a while, inspecting all the pools for anything edible—she finds a starfish but chooses not to eat that as she doesn’t like how it grabs her muzzle. A flash of something silver in one of the deeper pools grabs her attention and she looks a little closer, then a little closer, then—
Splash! Something monstrous flaps out of the water, spraying water everywhere. Being a coward in nature, Linnet jumps and scrambles a distance backwards. Ears flattened and tail between her leg, she stands as tall as she can to peer at the pool without having to get close.
It’s a fish, Linnet quickly figures out—and a big one at that. Stuck in a rockpool, waiting to be eaten. Her stomach growls. It won’t be a tasty meal but a more filling one than she’s had in a while for sure. Linnet just feels lucky the seagulls hadn’t got it yet.
Fishing the monster out is no easy task. Linnet, inch by inch, creeps closer and closer to the pool, flinching whenever the fish splashes at the surface. When she’s close enough, she reaches a paw into the water. The fish brushes against her fur and she jolts, yanking her paw back. Then, when she’s calmed down, Linnet tries again. This time, when it touches her, she _doesn’t_ run. A little reluctantly, Linnet tries to get her paw under the fish to scoop it out. Not unexpectedly, this frightens the fish and it jumps out of the water, splashing and flapping about, which makes Linnet jump backwards again. This repeats for one or two more attempts before, in a feat of extreme hunger-driven bravery (for Linnet), she thrusts her muzzle into the water and locks her jaw around the slimy creature.
The fish flops and struggles violently but Linnet’s teeth are sank and, now that she has it, she can taste it and everything feels just a tiny bit less scary. Linnet drags it struggling from the water and violently shakes it until it only twitches.
Then, breathing heavily, Linnet drops it at her feet. She is shaking with exhaustion but so relieved to have food at last.
The reprieve doesn’t last long. By now, seagulls have become interested in the havoc she caused so she must eat quickly. Linnet digs in, tearing the fish apart quickly and viciously, constantly eyeing her surroundings.
The fish has left an unpleasant and strong smell—both in the area and on her coat. She must move, but she can’t when she smells just as bad. Though it troubles her to do so, Linnet finds a shady patch of rocks to sit and groom herself in.
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Post by Ares on Nov 23, 2022 8:24:04 GMT -8
The wolf had dozed off, not completely in the state of sleep, but not awake either. Part of him was thinking about how much easier things were for him here already, only after a short while of being on his own. Another part of him worried that his old pack may be tracking him down as he lay resting. ’We’re fine, they wouldn’t do that anyways. We were nothing more than another disposable soldier to them.’ Sadly, that was true. His old pack never cared for him much, they only kept him around because he proved skilled at keeping large predators away from the den site. Though it was a good thing he wouldn’t be followed by them, he was still upset a little, after all those wolves were the ones that he was raised around and grew up with. They were his only family, even if they were a really crappy one. He wouldn’t go back though, not after he had experienced the freedom of separation from them. Ares stilled as he heard paws trudging through the sand, opening his eyes he saw a very pretty gray and cream colored she-wolf. Some of her bones were protruding, which couldn’t be healthy. Ares had never had such a problem, his well versed fighting abilities allowed catching food to be easy, at times almost too easy. She was small, and seemed to be easily startled as she jumped at every little thing. She tried her hand at hunting a seagull, but soon gave up as she was unable to reach it. ’Ooh, she’s really pretty, go feed her. Though the jumpiness reminds me of someone I know.’’Wha-, how? Just go grab a fish or something, “Here’s you a fish”. No, that sounds condescending. Ha, ha, ha. That wasn’t funny, go back to your dark little corner or something, let me think.’ Ares had quite frequent talks with a voice in his head. He wasn’t insane, the voice was only there to help him through all of the trauma he’d endured. Watching as the wolf finally caught themselves a fish from the rockbowl pool, Ares couldn’t help but internally cheer her on. After all she had struggled for a few minutes to get to that point to begin with. As the wolf had begun to eat her prize, seagulls drifted in from the sky and tried their hand at snatching it away. They were unsuccessful. The she-wolf walked her way over to a patch of rocks not relatively too far away from where he still lay. He wondered though, how she hadn't spotted him yet, it wasn't like he was hiding. She wasn’t a dire threat to him, if anything he was a threat to her. He would make that in no way a truth. This wolf was the first he had seen since he started his venture, it was his hope to make a good impression on her. For some reason Ares had the strong desire to want to feed the she-wolf. He had seen how skinny she was, and how difficult it was for her to catch just a singular fish. The male had seen how her first pick of prey was a seagull and decided to go and fetch one for her, it would be an easy feat considering all of the seagulls still looking for scraps of fish and crab. Offering her food would be a peace offering at the least, and that way he would know that she got a full stomach before going off to accomplish whatever mission she had planned. Moving slowly so as to not scare the she-wolf if she so happened to spot him, he made his way over to where all the seagulls were gathered. They weren’t at all bothered by his presence and none of them really went anywhere as he got closer until he got in reach of them, then they started to take off. Snapping his jaws around one of the slower to ascend seagulls, he held it in his maw until it stopped flapping its wings and went limp. Triumphantly, he brought the seagull over to the she-wolf. He lowered his body in a passive way, not exactly submitting, but neither being hostile. His message wasn’t to insinuate that the she-wolf couldn’t care for herself, after all she had gotten this far hadn’t she? He just wanted to assist her, even if it only happened to be this once. Dropping the seagull close to the she-wolf, he backed away after kindly gesturing to the seagull with his tail. ”My name’s Ares, I seen you eyeing a seagull earlier and thought you might want one.”As he walked back towards his tree and sat down, eyes still on the she-wolf though not obviously, ’What in the world was that?! Oh, god. I hope she doesn’t hate me now, or think I was stalking her or something.’ One could say, he was very much overthinking the situation. Linnet
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Post by Linnet on Nov 25, 2022 12:56:44 GMT -8
Unbeknownst to her, Linnet was being watched. The hunger must’ve gotten to her head and made her sloppy, made her miss things she really shouldn’t have—like a whole other wolf. She’s normally so careful and so aware of her surroundings, how could she have let something so major slip under her nose? Linnet spots the wolf when he approaches the seagulls. She drops to the ground immediately, holding herself low and pressing flat against the rock, hoping the shadow conceals her presence. She is heavily relying on the hope that the other wolf hadn’t noticed her being there either. Maybe this could go okay. Linnet watches the wolf as he chases the seagulls, sending them up into a frightening storm that makes her flinch. A fearful chill runs down her spine. The other wolf is clearly a talented individual, capable of taking care of himself—healthy-looking, too. Not an individual Linnet would want to face-off. Not that she’d want to fight any wolf, that is, but she’d rather they be weak than strong if she has to. To Linnet’s horror, the wolf turns right to her hiding spot once he’s caught the seagull. He approaches her, the seagull hanging stiffly from his jaw. She gets quickly to her feet, weighing her options up. She could try to run, but she only has one direction and the rocks are dangerous to run along—besides, she isn’t even confident she could outrun this wolf. She could try to fight, get the jump on him and use surprise to her advantage—but, still, she doesn’t really think she could beat him in battle. The fur along Linnet’s back and tail bristles and stands on end, her ears pressing flat against her head. Her fur sticks up, creating awkward angles over her bones. The wolf keeps getting closer and she backs up until she’s pressed against the rock wall behind her. In a move too sudden, he drops the wolf and it makes Linnet startle, snarling in surprise, expecting attack. The wolf doesn’t attack, though. He just gestures to the bird with his tail and then retreats a distance away. Peacefully, the wolf introduces himself as Ares, mentioning briefly how he’d see her failing to catch seagulls before—which is unsettling in itself, because it means he’d been watching her for some time. How long had she not noticed him? How foolish of her. The wolf doesn’t linger long after that. He turns tail and walks away, up to a spot under a tree a fair few paces away. It isn’t until he stops and sits down there that Linnet slightly relaxes her posture. She eyes the seagull and her stomach rumbles, an uncomfortable reminder that a single fish still isn’t quite a meal for an adult wolf. Besides, she just watched it get caught, so she knows there’s nothing off with it. Keeping a close eye on the wolf, Linnet leans down to inspect the seagull, nudging at it with her nose like it could somehow be poisoned. Quickly, her hunger gets the better of her and she eats, ripping up feathers to get to the fatty, oily meat on the inside. Ares,
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Post by Ares on Nov 25, 2022 14:59:42 GMT -8
The she-wolf was startled by his sudden appearance, even though Ares had tried his hardest to make that not happen. She seemed very cautious of the seagull at first, until she then relented and ate it. 'Well I guess that's a good thing,' He thought, 'The way she's looking over her seems like she believes I've stalked her or something. I hope that's not the case. I don't think that's what it was. I was just watching my surroundings, she just so happened to be there. Right?' This shouldn't be so conflicting. 'Go feed her.' The voice in his head repeated for the upteenth time. 'I already did, you should know, you're seeing through the same eyes as me. She looked at the bird like I'd tried to poison her or something. It's quite the opposite really, she looked hungry. Where did I go wrong?'The male debated going away, but that wouldn't really do anything. He decided to rethink the situation. His socialization skills weren't very good, he did what he could. He heard steps, looked, saw her, simply observed. Maybe that was it. He hunted and offered her the meal. She ate it, though she did hesitate at first. And now she was looking at him like he wanted to kill her. All he wanted to do was make a friend. He had never had one before, therefore had no idea how to make one. He thought maybe helping the wolf would be a good start. After all he had never had the chance to make friends in his old pack, the only thing they wanted to do with him involved trying to kill him off. It was quite possible that he may need to treat her how he would've himself if he was another wolf. She seemed to be jumpy to sudden movements just as he was, so maybe making an effort not to move so quickly would help. He should have caught on to that earlier. He obviously knew fish wasn't her first pick of a meal, so something was obviously more her taste. He thought about what he could say to her to gain a bit of her trust. He knew for certain that she could hear him from where he was at his tree, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you earlier. I honestly heard you before I saw you, I didn't know if you were going to be a threat or not, but I thought that if I tried to be friendly, you may not deem me as such either. Again, I'm really sorry, if you want me to go I will."Ares really hoped she would understand. He honestly meant it when he said he'd leave if she wanted him to, he didn't want to make anyone feel at all threatened by his presence if it wasn't necessary. Linnet
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Post by Linnet on Nov 28, 2022 14:44:04 GMT -8
This wolf is strange. Ares, he’d said his name was. He’d known she was here for—how long, before making any move? Hours? Longer? And all he’d done was bring her food—made an effort to catch it first, too. Just to give it away to her. Maybe he’s not alone, and can afford to waste the food. But if he’s not alone, why is he still here? Oh, it’s all so complicated.Ares’ raised voice startles Linnet (although, what’s new?). She jumps, swinging her head around to stare at him under his tree. Sorry, he says, I didn’t mean to scare you earlier. This only confuses Linnet more. He’s sorry? Whatever for? He’s not attacked her or brought any harm her way—as far as she knows, anyway. “You’re strange.” Linnet responds curtly, a bit too bluntly. “Most wolves would’ve chased me out of the territory by now, or worse.” She’s weak, inexperienced, a coward and not a great hunter or fighter—she isn’t a usable asset, put plainly. No pack would want her and no rogue group either. “Why haven’t you?”Ares
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Post by Ares on Nov 28, 2022 15:26:08 GMT -8
The she-wolf was questioning why Ares did what he did, and why he didn't chase her out of the territory. That was a fair question, given the wolf probably still thought that he had been watching her for a while. Pondering his response to the question, he just wanted to make sure he worded himself correctly. "Well, one. This isn't my territory, so I wouldn't be able to chase you off anyways, it's all free game. Secondly, that's not the kind of person I am, I wouldn't do that even if it were my territory. As for the answer I believe you are looking for," He paused. "As silly as it may sound, I don't have any friends. I left where I grew up, it wasn't a good place. And, now, I'm here. I figured, it wouldn't hurt to try to make a friend or two." He stayed calm while he talked, his tone kind and patient. Ares didn't want to upset the wolf, even though she did have a slightly quick remark. He was as vague as he could be with his past, he didn't want to burden a stranger with all of the horrible details of what he went through. Ares waited at ease, eyes closed, basking in the sun that was no longer blocked by the tree. The she-wolf may respond, or she may not. That was completely up to her, and his offer still stood. He would leave if she so desired him to, but for now, he enjoyed the warmth the sun provided. Linnet
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Post by Linnet on Dec 1, 2022 11:58:58 GMT -8
Ares continues to be a strange and confusing wolf, going against everything Linnet has learnt to expect from wolves that aren’t her family. She flicks her ears as he speaks, confused—and frustrated that she’s confused. Linnet is used to a simpler way of living, where she doesn’t have to ponder or think very hard about the intentions of another. “Alright.” Linnet says, slowly, lowering her head a little. She’s not sure she believes him. This land might be non-pack territory, sure, but that doesn’t stop wolves from trying to claim patches of it (and then defending them). He’s either a very brave or a very stupid wolf to be so friendly. Linnet could be anyone. Hell, if she were a little more scared, a little more desperate it’s not unlikely she might’ve attacked him by now in perceived self-defence. A friend, he had said. Ares doesn’t have any. Linnet could’ve guessed—that’s normal for rogue wolves, is it not? It’s just way of life. To have friends and hunting companions one has to get very lucky—in this way of life, just surviving and getting by is lucky. “I’ve travelled alone for a long time.” Linnet says, again quite shortly. She’s not sure why she says it. To explain, maybe, her behaviours—to sympathise with him, who had briefly touched on a past family. “You’re unlike any I’ve met.” Ares
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Post by Ares on Dec 1, 2022 16:12:01 GMT -8
"You're unlike any I've met." Those words tickled Ares in a funny way. He couldn't decide for himself whether that was a good thing or a bad one. Chuckling lightly to himself, he cocked his head to the side a bit, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing," He paused briefly to clarify, "that you haven't met anyone like me before."
Awaiting an answer, he watched the waves crash into the rocks, making large portions of water spray the nearby sand repetitively. This was a nice place. Ares liked the way the ocean sounded, the way the birds flocked together before settling down. It was calming. Peaceful. If he didn't start getting on his way soon, he was afraid he might never leave. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to protest the idea of staying. Food was easy enough to come by here, and so long as you stayed far enough away from the more slippery rocks, you'd be fine. Not to mention the multiple scattered groups of large rocks that could be made into a more suitable shelter than sleeping out in the open on more windy nights. Linnet
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Post by Linnet on Dec 3, 2022 12:59:05 GMT -8
Ares poses another interesting question. Is that a good or a bad thing? It makes her pause and think again—wow, she hates thinking. Too much stress. Is it a good thing? Certainly, Linnet appreciates the free food whatever his motives—but what are his motives? Why is he so friendly? Is he truly just lonely? As lonely as she is, perhaps. “I suppose that depends on you.” Linnet says. She is still nervous, still uncomfortable in the presence of another wolf—but her fur has flattened and her hackles are no longer raised. She’s about as calm as she could be, in this situation. “Are you… Staying in the area, then?” Ares
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Post by Ares on Dec 3, 2022 15:13:34 GMT -8
Snapping out his thoughts, Ares looked to, well he still didn't have a name for her yet, but the she-wolf got his full attention the moment she started speaking again. "Are you...Staying in the area, then?" Like he had a habit of doing, he thought over the question before answering it. "I suppose I might, after all you haven't kicked me out yet." He responded, lightly adding the last part as an obvious joke. "It's really pretty here, don't you think?" He added, asking her a question he thought would ease some more of the tension. Looking back out over the ocean he took a deep breath. The sound of the water cascading into the rocks, and the smell of the salt, the slight breeze ruffling his fur. All of it. It was lovely. He hoped that he would grow on the she-wolf. As blunt as her answers had been so far, Ares could feel that deeper down she was a gentle soul. Looking to her one more time, he spoke in a light tone, "You haven't yet told me your name, what should I call you?"
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Post by Thaddeus on Dec 15, 2022 21:52:54 GMT -8
It had been about three or four years now that Thaddeus had spent doing nothing but wandering quite aimlessly. He'd lost track of where he'd been and had no clue where he was going, he just knew he needed to keep putting one paw in front of the other, only stopping to eat and rest. He'd seen a lot in his lifetime, and had met too many wolves for him to keep track of. Though his record for keeping them around was poor, proven by just how lonely he was now as he found himself tracing the coastline of wherever he had ended up.
The wind here was persistent and smelt heavily of brine, the salty scent being so strong it felt like it coated his tongue, just as the damp sand stuck so easily to his oaken fur. Thaddeus didn't like the sand. It was coarse and rough and irritating, and it was getting everywhere. He considered steering himself elsewhere, though where he had found himself there was nothing but steep, sheer, and unforgiving mountains surrounding the coastline. A grumble shook his chest as he put his head down, blinked through the fucking sand getting in his eyes, and just kept walking.
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Post by Haven on Dec 20, 2022 22:38:20 GMT -8
[googlefont="Pathway Gothic One"] | CLOSER, BABY WHY DON’T YOU PULL ME CLOSE? |
aven’s petite frame tensed against the buffeting winds, plush pelt only barely keeping the chill at bay. Winter had not set into the roguelands in any permanence, but the ocean always seemed eager to embrace the worst of any given season. In summer, it was clammy and sticky. Now, well into the thralls of autumn, it boasted frosty winds and ice-cold waves. Even now, flurries drifted lazily down, tiny flakes gathering along the curve of her spine and sticking stubbornly before melting away.
She typically found peace in the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tide, the scenery reminding her of better days. But today she had not come to visit the coastline for anything peaceful. Quite the opposite, in fact; she was a shark in the water who had caught the scent of blood, and she wouldn’t rest until she followed the trail to its finish.
The huntress had caught wind of a coyote in the heart of the Rocklands, the odor alone enough to crack her well-maintained mask. Anger, sharp and familiar, thrummed in her bones, and she had tracked the scent with single-minded intent for miles, miles, miles– until here she stood at the crest of a cliff, expression eerily blank as she took a single, endless moment to steel herself. Then, the hunt continued.
The small bitch scaled the cliffside with practiced ease, paws deft and sure as she descended to the beach below. Every line of her lithe frame screamed predatory, and saliva pooled on her tongue as she came closer and closer to the trail’s end. Would the coyote put up a fight? Would it be sleeping in its nest, throat primed and ready for her fangs? Would it awaken to its grievous injuries, as its kind had inflicted on her sister those short years ago? She hoped so. It would be nothing short of poetic.
But all the hours she had spent hounding its tracks would prove fruitless. Haven rounded the bend to reveal a shallow indent in the side of the cliff face, an obvious makeshift den. Within it, an elderly coyote lay motionless, its body frail with age. Its eyes were milky and blank. It was clearly dead; it had to be, for it to remain unaware of the many seagulls that surrounded it, tearing strips of meat from its bones and screaming that peculiar bird-scream that only gulls did. Haven released a sharp, impatient bark, and the meddlesome birds scattered, leaving her alone with the corpse.
She examined it with an inscrutable expression. There were no wounds to speak of apart from those inflicted by the seagulls. The loathsome creature had, apparently, come here to die peacefully in its sleep. Haven wanted to rage, wanted to seethe and stomp because none of its ilk deserved anything so painless as a death by old age. She wanted to tear them, every last one of them, limb from limb for what they had done to her sister. But she didn’t do any of that. She took a deep breath in, reaching over to gently shut the thing’s eyes with a paw. She could not bear to look at their damnable peace any longer.
Then, she let her mask slip back into place. She smiled, small and sweet, turning from the impromptu grave with a dismissive flick of her plush tail.
Her vibrant red eyes immediately caught on the hulking form of a he-wolf, making no effort to be stealthy as he made his way along the beach. Normally she’d have caught his scent on the wind, heard the subtle sift of sand beneath his paws, but she’d been… distracted. Had he seen her, eerily blank as she stood over the coyote’s deathbed? No, no, her back had been to him. He’d likely caught her shutting its eyes, her smile as she turned away. Even so, her maw parted, gentle voice just loud enough to carry over the sea breeze.
”If you were following the gulls in hopes of an easy meal, I’m afraid there’s none to be found here.” She murmured, zircon gaze glinting demurely up at him. ”Unless coyote is to your taste. I can’t say it quite agrees with me.” Lies, lies, lies. No blood on this earth tasted sweeter. To eat, though— no. Never.
Thaddeus !
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Post by Ares on Dec 21, 2022 17:42:53 GMT -8
Still silently awaiting an answer for the she-wolf who had yet to be named, Ares looked out to the water again. It was getting quite a bit darker now, the sun setting was a beautiful sight to see. It wouldn’t last too long before the sun completely submerged below the horizon leaving the sky black, awaiting the light that the moon would bring. The scent of the water changed slightly, as the water brought itself closer to the two wolves. And oh, my, was it pretty. The water teemed with little blue glowing organisms, floating around coating the sand with color as the water washed back towards the body of the ocean. Ares didn’t have to wait much longer before another wave washed up to his paws, as he now stood in the path of the slight wave. The water was cool, not too chilly, though not warm either. It lapped up to his chest, the refreshing feeling fell over him as he watched the water glow bright shades of blues. The lighter colored parts of his fur also seemed to glow as well, not blue or anything, they just seemed luminous. With a wag of his tail, he gestured for the she-wolf to come look at the awesomeness that just so happened to surround him. This was probably one of the coolest things Ares had seen in his life. Ares would stay in the water for awhile longer before retreating to the cover of the rocks he had seen earlier. The wind had started blowing in gusts, and after being in the water, it was way too cold. After shaking out his fur the best he could, he settled down by the rocks that sheltered him from the brutally cold winds. He made sure to stay close to the she-wolf that he had been conversing with, though he was still far enough away to be mindful of her boundaries. His eyes drawn back to the waters once more, he watched again, as the water crashed into some rocks, this time sending glowy things with the water spewing everywhere. Linnet
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Post by Thaddeus on Dec 22, 2022 1:13:25 GMT -8
Sand was not the only thing being picked up by the wind only to be thrown in Thaddeus's face. The coppery tang of blood crashed into his senses, causing his shoulders to tense, ready for whatever he may have stumbled upon as he raised his head upwards--away from the gaze that had been locked onto his paws in an attempt to avoid being blinded by the airborne sand. Warm brown eyes blinked against the strong gale as he came to look upon a shallow cave carved neatly into the side of the rockface. Standing within it's mouth was a darker coloured wolf looming over a limp and very obviously dead coyote, which from the looks of it had been the source of the bloody smell. Thaddeus screwed his maw up in disgust at the strange sight, the coy having had flesh ripped from bone while this she-wolf took great care in closing it's clouded and unseeing eyes. To be honest, he couldn't exactly make out what the fuck he was looking at. He was struggling to come to a conclusion between what the relationship between coy and wolf might be, nor could he even fathom the stranger's motives for trying to give it's body a semblance of peace after it had already been feasted on by scavengers. The brute was hoping he'd be able to just pick up his pace and keep walking, not exactly wanting to get involved in whatever the hell he had walked in on. Though any hope of avoiding contact dwindled as the she-wolf turned around only to make direct eye contact with a halting deep red gaze. Damn it. "If you were following the gulls in hopes of an easy meal, I'm afraid there's none to be found here. Unless coyote is to your taste. I can't say it quite agrees with me." Thaddeus could only stare at the strange girl, his maw slightly ajar as his brows furrowed with confusion. This situation was getting weirder by the second, and slightly more creepy as he glanced behind her towards to dead coyote. "You'd welcome someone to eat it after having just closed it's eyes and laid it to rest yourself? Why bother?" He drawled his question with deep and rough tones, his lazy yet betrayingly intrigued gaze drifting back to the ebony she-wolf. He internally kicked himself for bothering to engage. He should've just kept his mouth shut, or even politely declined so that he could continue with his wandering, but he had been caught in his astonishment at the bizarre scene in front of him. He just had to open his mouth. Haven
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