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Though hell should bar the way - Mason - February 25, 2016
Set to the east of Chimera Fields, near to Neverwinter Forest
Mason glared at the forest, his eyes narrowed. He could see the pines spread across the far distance at near-uniform height, topped with snow like a blanket keeping the forest cosy. Emotions flared: jealousy, anger and resentment marbled the expression on his unorthodox face. He knew he was going to be in trouble for his escapade. Like a true teen, he had spoken to his Dad briefly about the fact that the borders had not been moved back from what he could tell; perhaps they had, but he had only rolled around on the outer ones so he wouldn’t know if there were fresher marks further in. He had lied by omission, and had not given his Dad indication that he had rolled on their markings at all.
Mason sat down, perhaps a kilometre from the forest’s edge scent markings, but close enough to watch a good stretch of their borders. He was suspicious, and he didn’t trust them one jot. Perhaps he would become a Spy after all.
A gusty wind sailed down the field which was currently lacking in any flowers at all. Soon there would be honey bees drifting over this part of the territory, but he could see none for now. He didn’t know what bees looked like – he had spent his life on a mountain and had no real memories of anything before later summer. The wind lifted his thin fluffy fur, sending it ruffling this way and that. His awkwardly wideset eyes continued to burn into the edge of the new pack, the colour of raging fire, as though he wished he could set it alight.
RE: Though hell should bar the way - Yurei - February 26, 2016
A grey speck contrasted against the white wilderness of the Fields. Steadily the animal walked, pushing against the light wind as it cut through fur, its nose to the earth. The creature carried little scent with her, as if born of the vacuum of space itself. Her eyes were glazed over, devoid of life as if walking from death. To anyone who had bothered to look, she looked as a ghost would, such like her namesake.
Confusion swept over Yurei as she realized with suddenness that she was in a different place than before. A wall of trees sat in the near distance, stretching up to touch the wind. She turned around to see what she had left behind. Though only seconds had passed, she was a world away.
Had she dreamed it all? Already the face of her father was beginning to fade, the details thinning and blurring the harder she tried to recall them. Her mother was already distant, not more than a black stain upon her wavering consciousness.
Yurei blinked. Fear grabbed hold of her as she noticed the scent of unfamiliar wolves in an unfamiliar place. Quickly, that fear was replaced by panic as she saw a wolf. The beast was white. He sat with eyes burning into the distance. A demon, small but nasty sat mere metres from Yurei.
So she called out to the demon who had brought her here.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
The question was so loud, it echoed. Yurei stood firmly, eyes wide and tail unsure of whether to raise or tuck, wagging weakly instead.
RE: Though hell should bar the way - Mason - March 03, 2016
The whipping wind had carried a tendril of her scent to his nostrils shortly before her voice rended the air. Mason turned his head, distracted from his hatred. He spotted a slight, greyscale wolf some short distance away. Her face painted with a mask of confusion, she appeared scared but friendly with her softly wagging tail. He spied the appendage had been dipped in ink – a spot of passion on the colourless landscape of her body.
Mason turned his slender body away from the forest, to fully appreciate her. A smile bounced from his lips to his eyes, and he stepped towards the beauty, his posture neutral and his tail wagging. “I’m Mason,” he responded, though not as loudly as she had. He wondered if she was partially deaf, to have been so loud; perhaps it was an unconscious move. It didn’t appear to be an attempt to frighten him away.
She smelled of sweetness, like strawberries, but no pack scent brushed her fur. This was fine by him. He had no intention of starting a war with another pack.
“And who are you?”