it had been a week since her inception, and in that time she had been tended to by the pale woman - at first diligently, then intermittently, as needed. her wound was not a festering mess any longer; it would scar over, and she was lucky, for it would not cause her lasting pain. she did not linger in the woman's den for long after her final treatment. though the hanging herbs had become a comfort to her, hosannah knew not to impose upon liri for much longer -- so she sought a path away from the hollow within which she had slept these past few nights, and headed off among the trees with the intent of finding something suitable for herself. somewhere where the sun could penetrate the thickness of the dark, perhaps. as she moved, hosannah noticed the lack of life among the trees; she passed by no others, and felt her heart grow heavy.
*Flops in* Don't mind me XD
The brute, while liking it here so far, didn't have many connections with his packmates. He knew Aaron, Samuel and Maja, and they were alright. The others he only knew by face and smell. No one bothered him, so he didn't bother them. He slept outside, alone, because he had not yet found the motivation that was needed for building a den near the others'. The food was alright, he was getting used to the fox meat, and he had not been bothered with a wife. That was probably because he was one of the lower ranking wolves. He couldn't care less. One day they would see what he was capable of. He was a fine warrior and great liar, and with only that he could overpower most. And while he didn't speak much, he was quite intelligent for a brute.
This morning, the gray warrior awoke in the open again. His body was always sore in the morning because he slept in all the weird positions that were possible. One day, they might find him on his back, legs in the air, sleep running to better days. But, no one had found out yet. It's as if he didn't exist. The brute got up and stretched himself with a loud, obnoxious yawn. After that, he was gone.
He strolled through Rosings' territory, like he always did when he was bored, but this time he found something he never found. Another one of Rosings. He hid in some bushes, for he did not know this female. She looked innocent enough, easy to overpower, yet looks didn't always tell everything. He noticed her tail, well, rather lack of it, and was kind of interested in hearing how that came to be. Was she really a fighter? His interest was not enough though to let him reveal himself, and so he stayed hidden, stalking her.
as she passed among the trees, hosannah did not feel any better. even the bare glimpses of sunlight she surreptitiously witnessed did not ease the worries in her heart, and for that she felt guilty. her lord was here with her, even in this troubling time, this moment of indecision and alienation. if she but look for him, seek him out as she was meant to, then she knew that things would right themselves. but for the time being hosannah was doubtful; she focused upon the task of finding a new place to sleep - without the aid of the daystar - and soon was busying herself to the extreme. her trek seemed monotonous to any outsider giving witness to her - she stopped at the base of one large tree, wondering if the spacious roots would be adequate cover for her tiny self, and then moved on. she stopped next when the tangled branches and clustered trunks became too dense to pass, and wondered if this would make a suitable home; more open, but guarded on every side by the dark trees of her new home. with a sigh, the woman pressed onward -- oblivious to the entity which had taken a shine to her, watching from the grey and the dark -- and she delved deeper through the blackfoot.
The brute was certainly making an image as a woman stalker, for this was the second time he blindly followed a female he didn't know. Why he did this could only be asked to Odin. He was raised with tales about Asgard, for it had intrigued his parents, and now lived by their rules. Well, the rules he had set up for himself. He only knew the stories about the Norse Gods, and never delved into it as much as he wanted.
The female he was following was going from place to place, and Gotham wondered what she was looking for. It seemed as if she was aimlessly walking around, trying to pass time, but he assumed she was indeed looking for something. It kind of hit him while she was looking at tree roots. Was she looking for a place to sleep? Why not near the others? Now he knew why his gut had led him to follow her. If he could only talk to her without making it sound weird, he would do so. but he felt that "Hey, I'm Gotham and I've been stalking you" wouldn't really work. Instead, he, on purpose, went into the wind, probably revealing his scent. If not, his gray fur was easy to spot. He was now just looking for trouble, but that trouble would be worth it.
nothing was adequate. she needn't be so picky, of course — but all hosannah wanted was a bright patch, somewhere that the sun could penetrate, so that she could bask in the warmth of her lord and pray to him properly. the darkness was unsettling. she had never been fond of it, though the childish fear had been abated because of the teachings she had endured, and the strength of her faith.
upon finding nothing of use, hosannah paused in her wandering and huffed to herself; she looked askance to the section of woodland behind her, wondering if she had missed something despite her scrutiny — and by chance, her eyes roamed across the hiding place of the beast. they did not linger, though. she remained oblivious, and after a couple of seconds began her search anew.
she moved a few more steps, but then there was something — a scent? — and she halted once more. the wind had been blustering through the trees for some time now, but the decidedly wolfish aroma had not been there until now. curious, hosannah turned her sharp features to face the oncoming wind, and ducked against it; once it had lessened some, she raised her head and barked sharply, and her yip carried through the stillness. come out, she was saying, though afterward she wondered if that had been wise.
Meep, sorry for the short post :)
The brute chuckled to himself, a low, joy filled sound. He found it quite fun to stalk others for whatever reason. Maybe it was the tingling in his gut, or the adrenaline he got whenever it looked like someone spotted him.
And it looked like she did. She barked the cutest bark in existence, and the gray stalker couldn't help but give another chuckle. He was in a good mood today, somehow. What he needed to do was obvious though. If he stayed hidden now, she would probably get mad. And so, he crawled out of the bushes, right in front of her. He carried a small smirk, proud of his accomplishment. Good morning.
He hummed, trying to look as innocent as possible.
Are you looking for something?
He asked, but he probably knew the answer already. This was just to trick her into thinking he hadn't been stalking her the whole time.
with her summons the stranger did emerge, and hosannah felt herself deflate substantially because of it. he was a mortal thing, made by her lord and filled with his light, but not what she had hoped for. the morning light did find its way upon him — his silvered pelt shifted with warm tones on his approach — but hosannah swiftly lost interest. his initial words were met with a soft chuff, barely even a sigh. then, when he was closer and querying her for details, she only shrugged her petite shoulders.
i am,
was all she answered; for what concern was it to him? this rogue, watching her from the dark? hosannah was no fool and she would take no part in his fiendish games, whoever this heathen was. perhaps her mood had been more affected by the darkness (and her fear of it) than she anticipated — but this boy was a creature of it, and for all she knew, he was an agent of chaos sent to corrupt her. hosannah turned to regard him cooly, her golden gaze slipping across him as if he were nothing more than a choice piece of meat, and then she mentally discarded him, and resumed her search with a defiant step away.
The brute watched the petite thing, an interested smile on his muzzle as faint as the cool colors of winter. Oh, how he missed winter. She greeted, sort of, which sounded like more of an insult than a greeting. Was he not good enough for words? He stepped forward, his tail swaying from side to side, almost touching his gray flanks that were spotted with black. She didn't seem that interested in him. That wasn't a surprise. He was a simple brute, trusted his instincts more than anything and would kill on command.
May I help you?
He asked, watching as she showed signs of wanting to leave. His gut had led him here for a reason, she wouldn't get away that easily. He rushed to her front, blocking her path. Yes, this may be annoying, but if she could treat him as nothing more like a rock, he would treat her lower as well.
he does not go kindly back in to the dark forest, but rather chooses to hang around. as he moves to intercept her, the boy asks a question - a redundant one, she assumes - and recieves no answer. the fact that he is blocking her way gives rise to her temper but hosannah holds her tongue, leveling an expression of mild outrage his way. it is clear after a momentary stalemate that she cannot go further, and he will not move to accommodate her.
i am fine, i do not need your help, good sir.
though she speaks freely there is an undercurrent of emotion to her words; she throws about the propriety he does not rightly deserve, being such a boorish thing, an obstacle to overcome. a true man would have let her pass and be on her merry way. still, hosannah is not afraid of him or this confrontation. move aside.
she has all the bearing of a priest as she speaks, mimicking the firm manner in which the men in her life always spoke, and the rigid stance of their bodies.
Just to wrap this up! you can fade with your post :)
A delighted face turned into one of anger and hurt as the female spoke. Okay, fine, if she wanted to be alone, alone she would be. He didn't know she was in contact with the one who brings light, and if he'd had known, he would assume she would never be totally alone.
Fine, I'll leave you be.
He snorted and abruptly pulled his legs closer, opening the path she wanted to take in the first place. With loud stomps, head hanging in anger and annoyance, he left her side without saying another word.
-exit Gotham
she chuffed softly at his words, and shot daggers with her golden eyes. he seemed smart enough to know when to quit, and hosannah felt her pride soar as she watched him back off, leaving her to her wandering. she said nothing as she watched him go, and then briskly continued with her strides as if no obstacle had come upon her.