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will-o'-the-wisp - July - October 12, 2017 There had been no sun that day; the clouds had refused her. It had rained most of the afternoon, but as twilight came and went, the clouds thinned in the cold night-breeze and a nice, bright moon glimmered down in pebbling slivers. July had been directionless up until then— recently fed and without the faintest of a new purpose— but now he followed the lights reflecting in the puddles. As he weaved through the woodlot, the mirrored glows would disappear whenever he neared a pocket of undrained rainwater, but padding in the dark never went on too long before another one appeared. He haplessly followed the random waterlights until the forest parted, trees falling away like dominoes, and the white wolf stood peering out towards a cold, shimmering lake. The broken clouds were passing at a steady rate above, teasing the area with an alternating spotlight as things went from being threaded with moonlight to being completely dark every few minutes. RE: will-o'-the-wisp - Lyra - October 14, 2017 She shirked her duties for the day to explore the base and outskirts of Moonspear, as well as to burn some peculiar restlessness that had built up. Rannoch needed check ups less and less now and the rest of the pack seemed in good health. After notifying both Alya and Hydra, the girl slipped from the borders and towards the large lake that could be seen from their home's peaks. Even the rain couldn't deter her. She blended effortlessly into the darkness as it fell, feeling at ease when the night provided such cover (not to mention still being within a howl's range of her family). She wandered lazily to the lake, enamoured by they way the moonlight reflected off its flat surface. Before she could reach its shores, however, Lyra spotted another and froze. He was a titan of a wolf, swathed in wild, pale fur and for a terrifying moment she thought he was the one who had attacked Rannoch. But no. The scent that drifted towards her was not familiar, and the way he walked was unlike the other beasts' movements — he seemed more assured and calm. Lyra approached hesitantly, blue eyes gleaming from the moonlight as she stared at the hulking stranger. He was oddly handsome, at least as far as she could tell given the dim light. She kept her distance, however, cautiously walking to the lake's edge just as he had done and dipping her head to drink. RE: will-o'-the-wisp - Hydra - October 14, 2017 cameo!!!! Lyra had told @Alya and herself, and naturally, the sisters followed at a distance. They were protective over (arguably) the sweetest of the three, and so were more prone to keeping with her when she left the territory. Alya and Hydra both noted the wolf in the distance, pale of fur and windswept, and they were two visible dots in the background as they drew close to further suss out this stranger. But Hydra, upon drawing nearer (though not so close as to be within the scene, simply close enough to depict hue), noted that this was no stranger. Not to her, anyhow. She looked to @Alya and her ears flicked in such a way that declared the two of them partake in their own hunt this eve. Nearby, of course, but away from the duo—he did not know it yet, but as fate would have it, the cerberus were working on bringing him into their fold. Such a thing would take more time than was typical—they were older and more wary of others now, but also more prone to take greater interest in them as well. They were girls being girls. Hydra noted a look of longing from Alya and nipped her shoulder fondly, lifting her tail authoritatively. She would have her chance. Hydra looked back to to the pair, though her gaze fell upon the man with eyes like winter for the briefest of moments before she sprang away, Alya (presumably) in tow. RE: will-o'-the-wisp - July - October 14, 2017 July observed the lakefront for a long time; watching as the water rippled squeamishly beneath the night's low draft; waiting for each moment the moon would disappear in a swathe of clouds and leave the water looking black and ominous. But he was not someone afraid of the unknown. His fears were more corporeal than that, and he was a wolf who firmly believed in solving mysteries rather than shying from them. He displayed an example of said trait when a shadow moving differently than the others rung the bells of his peripheral, and he chose immediately to investigate without a single thought for consequence. The slender shadow came lakeside, and when the moon was able to peer down on the lakeshore again, July readily found her features in the few minutes of soft light he was given. At first his pace increased— black fur, beryl eyes, even the clipped ear; he knew her— but secondary things clicked after this that caused his trot to falter. Her posture was all wrong. Her scent was... decidedly different. And she didn't react to him as if they had met before, making this encounter seem as if she were an entirely different wolf meeting him for the first time. July couldn't reconcile her appearance with the new things about this wolf, and it was the first time July had ever balked at another wolf. From a distance he just looked stricken, perhaps deaf and dumb, but as his confusion reached a fever pitch, the paused male stalked forward again, his head low and his nose outstretched as he targeted the puzzling girl with an intense focus. Who are you? his body language radiated, fearlessly seeking to invade her space. |