Wolf RPG

finally, as the light began to wane and a brisk chill sank in to her trembling body, hosannah sojourned through a foreign glade. she knew that just beyond this would be something familiar - perhaps the meadow, perhaps the mountains themselves - and she was close to her old haunt. whatever grandeur once existed here among the trees and the ferns, it was gone now. there was darkness, but she was unafraid of it. hosannah's lethargy was a new thing that unnerved her, or it would have if she could fathom the strangeness of this evening. she was tired from the great toils of her path, and thought, should i stop now to rest, i doubt i will wake again.

perhaps she was being melodramatic. a wolf could subsist on nothingness for quite some time, after all. she was hardy like the others - smaller, but still strong - and her faith was all she thought she needed. but as she sank to a halt next to a copse of naked trees, breathing deeply the aroma of the forest, something shifted in the dark. movement shot from the corner of her vision, and she reacted a moment later, her reaction dulled by her hunger yet instinctual and aggressive.

she trails after the figment for some time and emerges from the other side of the brambles, spying the empty space of the meadow — but there is nothing there. no bird, no sleep-deprived fawn, not even a firefly to light her way. sadly, she casts her head back and looses a strained howl, thin and whistling, with the hope that someone from the blackfoot will hear her. they are still a day's treck away, but now they will know she has not abandoned them.

While Drageda was a flourishing empire, it was boring. She could not deny it. Or perhaps, she had been overworked while living in Trigeda. Either way, all her time was spent hunting (and failing) or scouting the territory. There had been so much to do, and so much to acheive, per the expectations of the Trigeda leadership. That was not to say Heda accepted mediocracy, but things paced at a slow start. Whatever was happening, did not concern her or she was not important enough to know. She loped out of the Sleeping Dragon territory, and beyond the bypass, but careful not to stummble upon another pack's grounds. The grounder girl did not know what she was looking for, but she wanted to be busy. Yearning for something that could not be her's did not do her well.

In the distance, an omnious howl called for nobody. She was a few days away from Drageda's compounds, but at the pace she traveled at, it was even less. Her silent body seemed to glide through the barred undergrowths, and then to rest at a shallow stream only for a few seconds. She had no wish to interact, but her travels had only revealed there was less food out there than what was left at Drageda. Deciding against her better judgement, she paced tenderly towards the source of the call, though her young but stocky build would have suggested otherwise.

When nearing the odd looking female, she was intrigued to find that the stranger did not look like the others. Most Teekon wolves looked the same, but this one looked kind of weird. Well, Rebekka's appearance was not typical either so she did not harshly judge. Instead, she gave a low chuff, informing the stranger that she was there. "Chit dun yu kiel gon?" She did not consider that the female most likely did not speak her language, but she did not know the right words to say. Instead, her tone posed a question although it was rather abrupt. Rebekka did not have a filter, and what she wanted to know, she asked.

hosannah wondered if this path was the right one. not the correct physical path, but the spiritual. she had been tasked with finding the blighted beings, those with corrupted souls. the afflicted. and her first foray in to the wilds had been detrimental to herself. her missing tail had been a physical tax, and after ruminating on that for so long during her stay with the rose wolves, she knew that now. doing things with physical force was not right. she would have to use her cunning to change the world — and as she settled in with the rose wolves, she had tried that as well. yet the universe (raas' will, she'd protest for eternity) had brought her to reek. maybe it was wrong of her to cling to aaron and the home he had provided, the safety and security he represented, but she couldn't simply forget her debt to him.

so as her call faded in to the obscurity of the evening, hosannah was left waiting with her thoughts. she did not believe that anyone would find her here; the wolves were likely sleeping, or perhaps venturing far as she did, searching for food to bring back to the group. hosannah would spend the night here and then take that final plunge towards the forest in the morning. she thought of this glumly, her mood soured because of her hunger, and then she heard a sound beside her — or somewhere close — and she turned in time to see a pale figure advancing upon her position.

at first she thought of liri. then, seeing the darkness of the stranger's face, hosannah felt her blood chill. beyond being a stranger, this entity could've been anything — living, dying, a figment of spiritual energy, she didn't know but was made wary of the strange mantle that the creature wore. when they spoke she hardly recognized the words, and in that instant her tired mind shrieked, demon! but her body remained rooted, too tired to rise with a tongue too tied to speak.

While Rebekk was seemlingly resilient to many, many emotions, she was rather varied in her reaction. Her teeth bared, feeling insulted by the lack of response and returned expression. Did this one play her as a fool? "Chit ste wrong kom yu?" The stranger looked like she was staring in the face of a ghost, although Rebekka did not believe she resembled a spirt whatsoever. Instead, and idea came to mind, a devious one infact. She never believed her actions would come back to haunt her, and hardly ever had much care for what she did. Instead, she thought of what trickery she could make of their encounter. The thought of terrorizing the seemingly deranged stranger made her ears pull back, the gleam of her alabaster coloured teeth peaking from behind her lips.

She drew in a long breath, her breast growing in size as if to make herself look bigger than she actually was. If it was her native tounge that so spooked the female, then this would be an interesting encounter indeed. "KE RAH MON BILAIK CHI IDJIT," Her voice boomed in towards the female, her eyes growing wide as she shouted un-translational rubbish. "YO DON WAN OP!" But the stranger need'nt know of her trickery. While the yearling could never attempt such foolishness on Heda's subjects, the Teekon wolves were free range to do as she liked and without consequence. Well, at least what was what she believed.