Wolf RPG - here today, chaos tomorrow

A dark vastness laid over the land like a kind of blanket, hugging the Earth with its eternal blackness, fighting away the ever growing threat of sunlight and warmth. Spring time and its ever wonderful bask of sweltering heat that baked the land was closer and closer; soon the misty cover of night would fade away and leave nothing but the sun. And Nantale hated the sun. Her ebony fur absorbed its rays as if they were starving. Which was absolutely ridiculous, considering her fur were neither alive nor needed nutrients. Instead, the warrior attempted to steer clear of the daylight, sticking to the shadows of the forest whenever she could.

Today, unfortunately, she was not so lucky. Rather than sulk as she normally would, now she was out in the open, slowly ambling along a sandy front as water crushed casually along the shoreline. Ocean wasn’t something she was unfamiliar with; in fact, her previous life had some ocean here or there. The sand trickled its way in between her dusky toes as her slow, awkward gait dragged along without a care or reason. If she had to be out in the open, exposed, she’d be doing it on her own terms, and those terms were slow and lazy.

For a brief moment a pain ached in her back leg; the mangled, heap of a leg that was barely functional throbbed with a dull pain, reminding her of her unfortunate past. She paused until the pain subsided, standing weirdly on the beach front, silvery eyes peering outward into the vast blueness as the sun slowly rose in the east. It was still mostly dark, but the warmness was already creeping forward and Nantale sighed, wondering just how hot it would get today, and if she could somehow avoid it.

She guessed, however, that she couldn’t.

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Majesty decided that morning, as the sun rose over the ocean, that he wanted to go to the mainland. He adored his island. He really did. But he also knew it was important to patrol the shoreline and the river for any potential newcomers. So, even though he wasn't planning on becoming a Warden, he made his way to shore. The water was still high, so he had to swim most of the way, but he was strong. His daily runs left him with muscular legs and chest, so he was not worried about the current.

As he neared the shore, he spotted a black-furred she-wolf ambling slowly along the sand. She was by herself. As he came nearer, he saw that there was something wrong with one of her back legs. It didn't look right, and she seemed to be having trouble with it. Worriedly, he stepped up onto the beach and made his way over to her, stopping when he was still some distance away, so as not to frighten her or put her on edge.

"Hello, friend!" he called, keeping his deep voice light and jovial. "How are you this morning?" He glanced back the way he had come, towards the ocean, and his island. "It's beautiful, isn't it? The ocean?" He turned back to her, smiling.

Nantale knew that her time alone would not last forever. In fact, with the lands drench in the scent of life, she was surprised she spent this much time without being bothered. It was nice, she admitted – after all, she had spent her life as a loner for as long as could remember. She almost preferred the solitude and ability to be as free as possible. The ebony warrior knew, however, that her time alone would soon come to an end, and she’d be forced to partake in the awkward social interaction that dictated their lives. She hoped, though, that it would be later rather than sooner.

But alas, as she starred out into the deep blueness that masked the water front, a stranger came swimming along. From the distance she could not make out much of him, or where he came from, but he neared closer and closer, and before she knew it, he was too close for her liking, speaking with his friendly tongue and smiling – oh, how she hated smiling. A smile upon her lips would be like poison upon a baby. Nobody liked it, and certainly, nobody wanted to see it.

The blackened female took a small step backwards as he bellowed his friendly greeting. She emitted a sound as she moved, a somewhat combination of a gruff grunt and a small winch, as her leg continued to throw. Perhaps it was the water that made her ache.

“Friend?” She repeated back to him after he finished speaking his long winded tongue. Her tone was brash and confused. The amount he uttered almost sounded like a speech to the female. She left it at that, purposely ignoring the rest of his statements.

Majesty immediately stopped moving when the female took a step backwards. He was making her uncomfortable for some reason. He could tell by the way she looked at him, and by the tone of her voice when she said, "Friend?" He sat on his haunches and looked away from her, saying nothing. If she did not want to talk, he was all right with that.

He turned and looked back towards the island - his island. He missed the coolness of the pine forest already, for it was hot today. Summer had begun. He was just glad he was finally beginning to shed. He glanced at the water, and looked away again. The sun made the waves glare with light, blinding him. He wanted to get back in the water, where at least it would be cooler.

He turned and smiled at the female again, motioning with his head towards the water in case she wanted to join him. Then he stepped forward, feeling a wave wash over his ankles. He went in a little further, and then lay down, allowing the water to wash over his body up to his shoulders, over his back. The coolness felt wonderful, and the feeling of the sand shifting beneath his weight was a strange and wondrous sensation. He wondered if she would join him. Either way, he was happy to be in the water.

The blackened female was, at least, intrigued by the strangers suddenly quietness, and his random choice to go and wade in the shallow ocean water. Nantale stood and starred at him as he moved away from the female and into the shoreline, allow the crashing, soft waves to overcome him and drench him in the salty water. Her eyebrows cocked in confusion as he invited her to join him into the water. Instead, she shook her head and declined. Wading with a stranger just seemed like a bad idea.

She did, however, take a few steps towards the fellow. Thoughts of ambushing the male as he laid in the water poured into her twisted mind, but she ignored them with the best of her ability. Even if she had the upper hand in the situation, and really, he wouldn’t knew what hit him – she declined to indulge in her demons and instead opted to make casual conversation. “Nantale,” she uttered, in a matter-of-fact statement of her name. “You?” Questioning back at him, her silvery eyes watched as each small wave crashed into the male, and how really, he seemed to rather enjoy it.

Majesty's eyes were closed when she finally told him her name. He smiled to himself for a moment, before opening his eyes and turning his head slightly to face her. He felt her come a bit closer, though she did not join him in the water. He dipped his head in greeting, and said, "My name is Majesty, Miss Nantale. It is a pleasure to meet you." Then he turned and faced the water again, sighing contentedly as the coolness of water washed over him continuously.

He was happy where he was in life. Despite his slight emotional breakdown the other day with Erika, he still had to admit that he would much rather be far away from Jinx and her ilk than to be nearer to them. He had simply felt unsafe in that pack. And now he had pack-mates of his own whom he knew he could trust. This made him much calmer, and much more in his element of Alpha than he had ever been on the Mountain.

He closed his eyes once again, allowing the sound of the waves to overtake him. Nantale could do as she wished. He would talk with her - or not. He was letting the remainder of their time together to be determined by her.