Wolf RPG

For Silas~

Today had been especially bitter. Even the wolf, who was a creature so suited for frigid temperatures, felt winter's sting. Most days this week had been mild but, unfortunately for the forest's warm-blooded inhabitants, the temperature had plummeted. Even the early morning sun could not quell the cold as great plumes vapor erupted from the Phi's nose and mouth as she traveled through Neverwinter in search of relief from the cold.

Unwilling to rest, Tuwawi kept her body in constant motion. If she stayed still too long the frost was sure to creep onto her limbs. All of her pack mates (none of who she had met) were enigmas, surely bunkering down in their warm homes. But for one without a den, this arctic air was a nightmare. Slowly the trees thinned, and only then did it dawn on Tuwawi that she was at the Eastern borders.

Great low laying clouds shifted over the land in the distance - such a peculiar sight when the air was so cold and dry. This valley had a shared border with her old land, Silvertip, but Tuwawi could not recall such a sight. Curious, she set off at a fast trot - a straight shot to the land known as Firestone Hot Springs.

Silas was nervous about staying so close to the ocean. He could constantly hear the deafening roar and taste the salty sting of the sea. It lingered with him even as he had traveled up and over the mountain that held the ocean at bay. He had scampered back eastward, fleeing the massive and overwhelming scene of an endless horizon of water and into the welcoming arms of the valley beyond. But even as he ventured out of the high altitudes, it was the scent that prevailed.

It was stronger than before, the smell coming over him like the waves on the west. Ebony nose wrinkled, he tossed his head as if he could free himself from the cloying scent. It was different than the salt and urine smell of the sea, and instead smelled almost warm and putrid. Never once had he smelled something so obnoxious before, and it seemed to be everywhere - at no point and time did he feel like he could escape it's grasp. So instead, he attempted to focus on where it was coming from.

Pulling his body forth, the ruddy boy searched for the source. He followed the dark shadows that laid heavily beyond, in hopes that it would lead him to discover the unknown. He hadn't traveled far before he saw movement in the distance. His stomach growled before he could even process what he was seeing, and instinctively he turned to intercept what would hopefully be his next meal. It wasn't until he had cleared some brush that he recognized it wasn't prey at all - instead, another wolf. Automatically, he gave a low bark, signalling his presence.

Like Silas, Tuwawi shunned the coast. She was not a friend to the sea or the wolves who called it home - namely those of the Cove and the Bay. Their rituals and rites were otherworldly. Even if her old Alpha, Sterntooth, had been on good terms with both of these tribes, his sentiment had not trickled down to his followers. Tuwawi was not a god-given wolf, at best she could be named druid, and she had never been a major player in any pack politics. This was probably for the best. She wasn't a wolf who wanted the limelight, and she certainty didn't want to mingle with those who believed in dark magic, jinxes, hexes, and fictional bears.

The forest - the Earth - soothed the flame. Even though she was a woman of few beliefs, Tuwawi still found comfort in her earliest teachings. Even on this frigid day, the valley seemed to embrace her like a babe in its den, despite its wild conditions.

Her pace slowed as a hot and pungent smell wafted towards her. The stench was only secondary to the tepid warmth, and the Phi endured it willingly. Soon, the snow began to melt away at her paws, leaving hard footing with little vegetation beneath her feet. A rolling rumble vibrated in her ears as Tuwawi entered the steam. Every muscle seemed to relax at once as the heat spread throughout her chilled figure. Whatever this place was - it was excellent.

A low bark interrupted her tranquil mood. Tuwawi had not seen another wolf in days... and it was suspicious that the first would be outside the borders. Her silver eyes monitored the stranger's silhouette carefully as he emerged from the mist - an umber colored youth touting a pair of smiling honey eyes. Tuwawi's masked face dipped to acknowledge him, an ear cocked curiously. Would she be verbose or silent this go around?

Amicably, the red she-wolf approached, ruddy ears cupped forward as she tried to decipher his odor amongst the putrid steam. "You are...? she asked first, in her characteristically husky voice.

Accidentally said his name was an old character, whoops!

Her voice was surprising to him, it was uncharacteristic to her small, red frame. It greeted him as husky and elusive as the fog around them, forcing his ear to twitch and his tail to slowly beat against his haunch. He chanced a few steps forward, closing in on the female wolf to truly address her.

He opened his mouth and inhaled to talk, but instead of speaking, his face froze. Transfixed his left brow seemed to twitch against his amber eye as it stared distantly beyond the female, and even beyond the springs. His ebony lips curled against his mouth and flashed bright white daggers of teeth, held ajar as his tongue retreated to the bottom of his jaw. The rusty fur along the back of his neck and in the valley of his shoulder-blades began to rise as jagged tufts. In a sudden, and jerky movement, his yellowed eyes snapped shut as he whipped his head back and then forward in an loud and obnoxious sneeze.

Spittle went flying as Silas erupted into a sneeze, spraying liberally from his mouth. Upon opening his eyes he looked up to the female, and gave a guilty grin. "...Silas, and you?" He sheepishly offered, snubbing his nose against his shoulder and hoping that the female wouldn't mind some friendly saliva.

Tuwawi RIP

Douglas

Tuwawi RIP

Douglas