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Underground - Tulimaq - November 14, 2018
It was raining pretty hard by the time he left the plateau pack, and when he did he felt no better than before. He was furious, having ignited some idle thought in the back of his mind that was growing in strength the longer he thought about it. It bothered him that his brethren would live a life so passive, so controlled, and not give in to their base desires. He thought chiefly of the valley wolves (ignoring the churn of his gut as he thought of the wolves of Easthollow, of their lack of warriors, which was still so unnatural to him).
At least here, in this gap between the mountains, there were wolves willing to fight for themselves. For their land, for the sake of survival. His encounter with the wolf of Blackfeather came to mind as he roamed; then the recent intervention of the Plateau wolves (which is still ongoing so lets just gloss over that, blah blah blah...).
It was better here, as the traveler had foretold. Tulimaq was still adamant that he return to the valley to retrieve Phoenix at the very least, since he had given his word to aid her. For now though, he was confronted with an expanse of forest and mountainous terrain that looked quite intimidating, even to him. He needed to rest; Tulimaq had been traveling for far too long at this point, he needed a warm meal and a few hours of sleep, and he didn't like the look of the forest. So he deviated again - his path coursing backwards, following the undulation of the wooded hills of Ravensblood Forest until they became exposed rock and shale, and then another forest - one that seemed much easier to navigate by comparison.
Tulimaq paused when he was within the shadows of Neverwinter, breathing in the scent of the trees, and finally let out a deep breath; it was like releasing a pressure valve, but only eased his anger to a marginal amount. He paced between the trees. He thought about what he'd given up to be here, the days of travel, and having to explain to his brothers that he would not be gone forever - but here he was, meeting obstacle after obstacle, growing so frustrated that his wrath could burn him to cinders. Perhaps he would turn his sights upon this very forest and it would ignite instead - he felt as if he were on fire with his rage, and was nearing his limit of control.
RE: Underground - RIP Grezig - November 14, 2018
Sorry this is so short and unworthy of your long post. :( I just really wanted a thread with them!
Grezig had been traversing the forest for a time, looking around, getting her bearings, when she came across the scent of a loner. She let out a low howl, announcing her presence, and weaved through trees to reach the male. She avoided brush, as well, circling bushes and shrubs. It was interesting to her. If one looked up, one might assume a forest such as this, with such tall trees, would be empty. But if one looked down, there was life everywhere. At the very least, there was lots of plant life. Soon, a dark wolf appeared before her, still some feet back, and she stopped. She kept a neutral stance and called out, “Hail,” waiting to see what he would do.
RE: Underground - Tulimaq - November 18, 2018
A voice greeted him, but in his current state of mind he was not exactly happy to have company. He turned sharply and looked for the origin of the voice, and spotted a wolf that looked quite at home in the forest; not as vibrant as Phoenix, but still a mix of earth tones and carrying an autumnal warmth across their compact figure. Tulimaq might've investigated further if he was in a more inquisitive mood, or more like himself, but today he was too agitated. He didn't respond with his voice, but instead huffed and snapped at the air with his front teeth - a signal to leave him be. The man wasn't about to leave the forest either, and he really didn't care if he was encroaching on yet another pack; little did he know that Grezig had left her pack, so the layered scent he detected on the wind wasn't from the forest, but from her. There was a weakness to the scent, like it was already partially fading, which made him feel a little more bold to accompany his frustration - which was probably why he felt confident enough to ignore her and press on.
RE: Underground - RIP Grezig - November 20, 2018
The male was not in a conversing mood. He snapped angrily at the air in response to her greeting, and her nose turned up at him automatically. Well. Fine. She snorted at him and then turned her back on him. Most likely he wouldn’t stick around long, and she did not yet have the authority to turn people away from Neverwinter. It was not yet hers. She had half a mind to say something mean, but there was no real point. She didn’t need a fight with an angry male over nothing. She walked away, intending to leave the pissy male to himself.
[Will exit unless stopped.]