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sixth circle - Jaguara - March 18, 2016
It’s not just the sheer drops that keeps her wary. It’s the rough friction of limestone edges that literally keeps her on her toes. She either climbs or descends, and funny enough she feels that’s the level-headed thing to do. Staying out in the open for too long causes the hair to prickle along the length of her spine. The world had seemed too big and too dangerous to confront at the moment, the familiar valley peaks towering in the distant heavens. Finding a nice nook to wedge herself into, even if it’s a bit damp—now that sounds cozy.
Even in the shallow moonlight that filters down into the quarry, the shadows do not reveal to her a suitable crag to squeeze into. Part of exploration was disappointment, and it’s not all that foreign for her to accept defeat on that front. But she’s flexible, and once her pawpads slide down onto the surface of a damp boulder hanging at the edge of a clear pool she adjusts to survey her new surroundings. In the likeness of bird she seems to tilt her head to and fro, as if to soak it in evenly with each eye. Her nose goes to work then, attempting to pluck out the history of the pit by scent alone.
RE: sixth circle - Amekaze - March 22, 2016
She headed for nearby unclaimed territories underneath the darkening skyline first in an effort to quell her restless wanting of traveling to nowhere in particular, and second to see what she may find out there with so much hanging overhead these days. Many new packs cropping up in the Wilds, a rapist lurking that had harmed one of her own, the recent absence of a handful of pack-mates, a new depth and dimension to a relationship of hers, and the freshness of springtime all intertwined to make her feel some sort of way -- conflicted, and teetering in-between it all because she wants to bask in the extremes to indulge and partake in all the beauty and horror of the world.
But now that she's out here, her interest feels somewhat malformed at best. She'd picked a pathway down to the quarry and once there, brewed up a vague discomfort. From her towering peaks, she was certainly more at home the closer to the skies she stood presently. The sweet scent of clean waters did pull her attentions down anyway.. although there still seemed to loom that feeling of unease behind it all. She pressed on over a careful pathway until she came to the water's edge, then looked just past it to find the dark wolf.
Amekaze finds herself poised with a silent question for the stranger in the small arc of her tail. Her expression is curiously pointed, but she extends her first hints of neutrality here with a quiet chuff of greeting to see how that may be met.
RE: sixth circle - Jaguara - March 22, 2016
Jaguara receives the other wolf in much the same manner the stranger regards her. There’s no outright hostility, after all she knows as far as her nose can tell that she isn’t digging around in any forbidden spots. For now at least. Instead there’s a natural curiosity that lingers between them, the familiar kind that sprouts from quick glances at an unfamiliar face. Tilting her own chin inquisitively at the sound of the chuff the ebony woman unwinds her stance completely, plopping her hindquarters down as she slides the light form of her body across her stone.
Her eyes though remain fixated, not in a critical way, rather they remain locked on the other she-wolf to let her know her attention remains. She is never bothered to make acquaintances. In fact she encourages fresh blood in her routine. If only to keep her mentally grounded in the world she inhabits. While she is no true stranger to the Teekon Wilds, she is far from a local and has much to keep up with. “Your style is very subtle.” She speaks, casually tossing her tail behind her in a soft beat, “I like it.”
“I’m Jaguara.” An offer for an exchange of names.
RE: sixth circle - Amekaze - March 30, 2016
It seems to her that her presence is taken in stride, perhaps simply matched in curiosity, but at least no aggression. Amekaze knew these spaces unclaimed by organized efforts, but a sour enough attitude on only an individual could warrant enough to worry about so she granted loners the same wariness until she knew more. It didn't take her long to begin to get a feel of this particular encounter, though, and very little of it inspired outright concern yet.
"It works," she smirked, and took the sort of compliment in stride with a small, satisfied switch of her tail. It did well to warm Ame to the encounter, too, because if the stranger could appreciate the subtly, she had to have a good sense of taste about her. She was curious to see more.
Then, on names. "Amekaze," she provided in return for hers -- Jaguara. Almost, she wants to test it on her own tongue but withheld the urge for now. Something about the flow of it had lured her. "You do not smell like you are from.. nearby," she mentioned, smelling no pack or any other keyword affiliation that she could recognize.