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fallen trees and dwelling dreams - Halvard - March 02, 2019
There weren't many places that the stone considered fitting but the fallen aftermath of The Sentinels after being set ablaze felt like a home. His indigo eyes easily caught sight of the twinkling stars within a violet sky without healthy branches of a flourishing forest. His mind was mostly blank, taking up only the senses around him. Salty winds blowing past his nose and brushing against his fur, whistling in his ear and leaving behind the faintest taste of the ocean in his mouth.
RE: fallen trees and dwelling dreams - Vyn - March 03, 2019
hope you don't mind me yeeting myself over here? lmk if you'd rather vyn didn't make an appearance lmao
Trekking along the coast had become very tiresome, when she had no goal to lead her - perhaps this would not have been so draining, had her sister Valkyr been along on the ride to cheer her up with bullshit; the Reigns girls had been so terribly skilled at conjuring mountains of stupidity purely for the fun of it, and the world was pretty dull when she'd been given nothing of interest to achieve.
She didn't even know where Cyclone was at the moment.
"Ohhh, my god," she groaned into the wind, distinctly fed up and wishing to launch herself into the sun if only to thaw the cold which curled frosty fingers over her spine. But then, amongst a sky dazzled with stars, there was a figure. Finally. A real lump of flesh that still talked - thanks the saints. She didn't care whether they were batshit crazy or some angsty old man, she just couldn't deal with the lack of voices to fill the void anymore. "Hey mister," she crooned, wading through the darkness toward him.
She didn't even know where Cyclone was at the moment.
"Ohhh, my god," she groaned into the wind, distinctly fed up and wishing to launch herself into the sun if only to thaw the cold which curled frosty fingers over her spine. But then, amongst a sky dazzled with stars, there was a figure. Finally. A real lump of flesh that still talked - thanks the saints. She didn't care whether they were batshit crazy or some angsty old man, she just couldn't deal with the lack of voices to fill the void anymore. "Hey mister," she crooned, wading through the darkness toward him.
RE: fallen trees and dwelling dreams - Hogo - March 03, 2019
ever since that quiet night at the quarry, hogo had a newfound interest in stars. he would deny the fact, still thinking stargazing was a little taboo, but the intrige he felt that night was still prominent. before he slept, he’d always tilt his head upwards and curiously stare at the night’s belt for a moment.
tonight he walked along the charred lands that neighbored the bay. it was offputting to say the least, but the light the stars offered comforted him.
there were to strangers in the distance. he hadn’t noticed them until one of their voices carried through the wind. the burning desire to conversation bought him closer to the pair. “hey, what’s up?” his native tongue slipped out so naturally and casually. it had been awhile since he talked to anyone so he had almost forgotten these wolves didn’t speak the language.
RE: fallen trees and dwelling dreams - Halvard - March 03, 2019
No worries! The more the merrier :)
Two satin white ears swiveled at the voice of a woman, cursing at something he wouldn't be able to know. His body stayed still, unmoving until a more tantalizing tone tinged in his ear. Finally, she caught his attention and he lowered his gaze from the open void and locked on to the she-wolf. Her scent waded into his nose like perfume. Most wolves might look her over unsubtly, but any hint of enticement was hidden behind the stoic expression of a statue. Despite his impassive countenance, the barren city of his mind was lit anew with bright lights and signals; from a ghost town to Las Vegas. Truly, any woman's presence seemed to give him more energy, but one with such allure spiked it tremendously.
"Hello," he said plainly. Before he was able to behold her figure like a man might the Eiffel Tower another joined the duo. This one was less alluring than the first newcomer, mostly because of the confusion that followed his presentation. He spoke what was gibberish to the boy, but he assumed it to be some other language. However, that didn't keep him from a little quip.
"Are you having a stroke?"
"Hello," he said plainly. Before he was able to behold her figure like a man might the Eiffel Tower another joined the duo. This one was less alluring than the first newcomer, mostly because of the confusion that followed his presentation. He spoke what was gibberish to the boy, but he assumed it to be some other language. However, that didn't keep him from a little quip.
"Are you having a stroke?"
RE: fallen trees and dwelling dreams - Vyn - March 05, 2019
He bore a dazzling coat of ivory - not disimilar in appearance to Vonn, the snow prince - with toes of gold, dim grey pooling around eyes of a night sky; decently pleasant to her melting gaze, though his sapphire orbs were what the vixen appreciated most of all. Her lips tipped into a tempting smile, but before they could part to allow another sound to escape her throat, another man strolled through the fog toward them.
Oh, her lucky day.
"Hey~" came the silky words, daffodil eyes tracing over the newcomer's physique. His colours were certainly a cause for praise, and quietly she hummed in thought; barely registering the foreign greeting from the stranger's tongue until the ivorian's response - to which she struggled to keep from snorting in amusement. "You not from here, hun? What does that mean?"
Oh, her lucky day.
"Hey~" came the silky words, daffodil eyes tracing over the newcomer's physique. His colours were certainly a cause for praise, and quietly she hummed in thought; barely registering the foreign greeting from the stranger's tongue until the ivorian's response - to which she struggled to keep from snorting in amusement. "You not from here, hun? What does that mean?"