khaba is patrolling the lake! open to anyone currently pledged to gwl, or those not.
Greatwater lake. Where @Zharille's scent had grown the most pungent.
Khaba couldn't quite yet place his chosen affections for the wild woman. Maybe it was the ferocity in her eyes; that sense of freedom one couldn't get when trapped in the life he had once been in. Or had it all just been a distraction from the one person he had grown to care most for?
The days had been long without the sight or sound of @Makono. She had given him his voice and a reason to walk this world. But now here he was, far from her side, unknowing of how things fared for her. Would her plan soon become truth? Or had she had fallen to the wickedness of her father? He wouldn't know. Not for some time, he felt.
Meanwhile, the brutish man would simply have to keep his mind at bay. And right now, the only way he could think to do this was by enforcing the vision sought for this lake. Zharille had chosen this place. It was clear by her spread fumes. So he would see it well marked, ensuring that his side was stronger than any other that walked this territory. At least, stronger than any other male. He had proven his brawn and power already to the sable woman. No other would take that from him so easily.
silence at the
proper season is
wisdom and
better than any
speech.
proper season is
wisdom and
better than any
speech.
February 10, 2023, 12:42 PM
He smelled pack on the wind and changed direction to head towards the lake. It was winter, not a good time to be alone. He had dispersed too early.
There was a man here at the lake, bigger than him. Drogar stopped and stared at him, challenging but not hostile. It was not his territory. Not yet. Perhaps he would be let in, or perhaps not. He kept his eyes on the big dark male, molten gold and piercing. And waited. For confirmation? Confrontation? He did not know.
There was a man here at the lake, bigger than him. Drogar stopped and stared at him, challenging but not hostile. It was not his territory. Not yet. Perhaps he would be let in, or perhaps not. He kept his eyes on the big dark male, molten gold and piercing. And waited. For confirmation? Confrontation? He did not know.
February 10, 2023, 02:05 PM
An estranged scent flooded near. Of all the ones he'd noted before, this one was different.
From one side of the lake, he saw them there. Eager to respond, was he, legs carrying him at a quick paced gait.
Once the dark beast reached the other, he stood there with confidence, head high and tail flagged. They looked to him with inquisition. The want to stay — to be allowed to stay. At least they had enough respect to ask permission, rather simply gallivanting in.
But before even considering an answer, he first needed to know if this younger wolf could fend for themselves. And on top of that, know who was in charge.
A test. He quipped with a small chuff.
Moving forward steadily, the giant circled the other. Occasional nips would aim for their hocks, but rarely made contact. Then on, and a few blows to the face with a heavy paw; but if they were smart and ducked, there would no contact short of a placed claw.
From one side of the lake, he saw them there. Eager to respond, was he, legs carrying him at a quick paced gait.
Once the dark beast reached the other, he stood there with confidence, head high and tail flagged. They looked to him with inquisition. The want to stay — to be allowed to stay. At least they had enough respect to ask permission, rather simply gallivanting in.
But before even considering an answer, he first needed to know if this younger wolf could fend for themselves. And on top of that, know who was in charge.
A test. He quipped with a small chuff.
Moving forward steadily, the giant circled the other. Occasional nips would aim for their hocks, but rarely made contact. Then on, and a few blows to the face with a heavy paw; but if they were smart and ducked, there would no contact short of a placed claw.
silence at the
proper season is
wisdom and
better than any
speech.
proper season is
wisdom and
better than any
speech.
February 10, 2023, 02:51 PM
Drogar held the other wolf’s gaze as he came forward, a sign of defiance, but he did not attack or do anything aggressive. He was stating only that he was not easily cowed.
The big male—bigger, even, than himself—came at him, testing him, nipping at him here and there. Drogar circled him, lunging away when needed, proving that he could defend himself. He did not want to retaliate, as that could be misconstrued. So he simply avoided the other man’s attacks. When a large paw came for his face, he yanked his head back, and felt the swipe a centimeter away, the air flowing towards him, the tips of the claws. They touched him, but did not break skin.
He pulled into himself, dropped low to the ground, tucked his ears against his head and his tail against a back leg, and watched the other man, gold eyes wary but challenging. He growled softly. If the dark man wanted him fall on his back and expose his belly he would be sorely disappointed. But still. He did not fight back.
The big male—bigger, even, than himself—came at him, testing him, nipping at him here and there. Drogar circled him, lunging away when needed, proving that he could defend himself. He did not want to retaliate, as that could be misconstrued. So he simply avoided the other man’s attacks. When a large paw came for his face, he yanked his head back, and felt the swipe a centimeter away, the air flowing towards him, the tips of the claws. They touched him, but did not break skin.
He pulled into himself, dropped low to the ground, tucked his ears against his head and his tail against a back leg, and watched the other man, gold eyes wary but challenging. He growled softly. If the dark man wanted him fall on his back and expose his belly he would be sorely disappointed. But still. He did not fight back.
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