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I was afraid of getting betrayed - Xan - November 28, 2015

Things were changing around him, he could feel it. Though young still, he understood that death, out of everything that existed in the world, could present the most changes. It didn’t matter how strong something, or someone, might be imagined to be, the second death struck close to their lives, it was all washed away. Everything was stripped back down to the roots it’d grown from, forced to either regrow what lives once existed, or wilt away and act as if they’d been the ones claimed by such icy talons. Xan, however, fell into neither category. He was saddened by the Queen’s death, yes, but it did not crush him in the same way it might someone else. To think of her passing made his chest ache and legs grow stiff, but such things were occurrences he could push his way through. He missed her, and was disappointed he’d never really been given a chance to get to know her on his own, but he had the stories. The tales his father had shared with him, words that portrayed a strong woman. Those allowed him to miss her, but prevented him from falling and crumbling under the weight of her ended life.

With things being more or less fine with him—or as fine as anything could be when in relation to Alexander—he’d decided to set out on a journey of sorts. His last expedition had resulted in him crossing paths with another boy, someone he knew and had acted terribly towards long ago. To make up for all that, he’d attempted to help him out, but his request to bring him into the pack was denied and the younger child sent away on his own. That had seriously pissed the Inuit off, leading to him verbally lashing out at Blackfeather’s leader, and then storming off and sulking for several days. Eventually, he’d gotten over it, which was a relief since sulking didn’t really fit him. A great deal of time had passed since then, and he was ready to go out and see more of the land for himself once again. He had considered taking the path he’d previously gone along, mildly curious to see if Leo was still in the area, but was set upon a different course after speaking with his father. Given the idea of checking out a lake, he chose that instead of searching for the face of someone he could do nothing for.

Xan eventually reached the grand pool of water, finding it to be a curious sight. He could recall, vaguely, spotting it off in the distance back when his father had first brought him to the woods, but to see it up close provided a whole other idea of it. It was visibly appealing, the surface reflecting the satellite’s glow and painting a distorted portrait of the waning gibbous moon. He was glad to have decided on checking it out at night, since the brightness of the sun’s light bouncing off of it would have hurt his eyes for sure. It’d been a wise decision, to him, and one he surely wouldn’t regret. Even as he approached the edges of the shoreline and felt the chilled water lapping at his ankles, he did not regret his choice of destinations. While it was cold, he did not feel bothered by it, and was instead placed into a state of peace and serenity. It was new for Xan to be so relaxed, and he felt confident that nothing could ruin it for him.


RE: I was afraid of getting betrayed - Sahrotaar - January 02, 2016

Hope you don't mind me & 'Taar. ;p

Sahrotaar had an adventurous soul by nature, and he wasn't truly contended unless he was exploring and traveling. This made him a good candidate for the Scout trade which was why he'd pursued it back in Starlit Cove. Sneaking out had been Sahrotaar's particular forte as a child and had earned him plenty of scoldings from Marlee. Finley had usually taken the role of “good cop” pulling him aside and trying to encourage him to ask permission before he snuck out of the den or pack lands; but following rules and regulations hadn't been what Sahrotaar was best at. The restrictions and rules, while Sahrotaar understood were in place for his and his sibling's own safety, they made him feel like he was suffocating. Or like a caged birds whose wings had been clipped. He was an attraction but unable to live the life of freedom he'd been born for. His departure from Startlit Cove had been selfish but he had taken to flight as soon as the opportunity presented itself to him.

Sahrotaar had allowed his golden gaze to roam the massive lake from his perch from afar on Spotted Eagle Mountain a few days prior and when he'd finished exploring the reaching peaks, the territory shared with him with the avians it was named for, he'd decided to venture towards the lake following the assumption that perhaps he might find himself lucky enough to stumble across a herd. He couldn't take down an adult by himself, lest it was an elder, but there might be a chance to steal one of their young. Perhaps it should have bothered him, singling out the young but he didn't have a pack and his survival wasn't as guaranteed on his own. 

Logically, he should be seeking a pack out to ride out the winter but at the same time he was hesitant. He doubted any pack out there would put up with him simply because he didn't handle rules well. That in and of itself was bound to have him turned away for what alpha wanted to deal with that? Marlee had because he'd been her son but Sahrotaar could tell that his constant rebellion had begun to wear her down. He just ...couldn't. He didn't handle being caged well, never had and likely never would and it wasn't fair to ask a pack to put up with that just as it wasn't particularly fair for them to put those kinds of chains upon him.

His thought process was interrupted by the scent of another — a male, and a pack at that. For a moment, he paused and reassessed the scents of Greatwater Lake, reassuring himself that it was, indeed, an unclaimed territory. Golden gaze found the ivory colored yearling soon enough and a soft chuff broke through the crisp air towards the youngin' announcing his presence as to avoid unnecessary hostility that Sahrotaar wasn't in the mood for.



RE: I was afraid of getting betrayed - Xan - January 09, 2016

Don't mind at all! c: Apologies for slightly delayed response (and short post!)
edit; ending added.

Silence was bliss. It was something he'd learned during his days in the whelping den, surrounding by his sisters and their constant squabbling. It'd seemed as if they'd always wished to bicker over something, whether it be because a nursing spot had been stolen or because one had decided to use the other as a footstool. The boy hadn't liked those times. The noise stole away his sleep, and them going after one another had always posed the risk of him being touched by one of them. Sesi was the only one to have understood that silence was necessary—he assumed, anyways—for, like him, she'd remained quiet even as she grew. In a pack, it'd seemed what he searched for was hard to come by, yet he never left. He was young still and unequipped to handle a life on his own, plus there was no way he'd leave his dad behind. So, he'd decided, he'd visit the lake in the night when he could and allow himself some time to relax. Or, rather, he'd considered that before hearing the sound of another's approach.

Alexander turned abruptly, disrupting the water and splashing some into the air around him. He set his odd gaze upon the stranger, unconsciously raising the fur along his dorsal. He'd thought himself to be alone, he'd wanted to be alone, so the appearance of another caught him off guard. Whether his presence had been announced or not did not matter to Xan, all that concerned him was who the other was and why they were there. Wanting to get the first question out of the way, he asked, "Who are you?"

Rather than responding, as had been expected of him, the stranger had made a brisk exit. Normally, such actions would have riled the boy up, perhaps sent him into a small fit of pure annoyance, but such norms were able to be swallowed down this time around. He'd merely shrugged it off and went back to whatever it was he'd been doing, enjoying the silence around him before his journey north was continued.