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some would sing and some would scream - Isilmë - February 03, 2020
the silver lopes through the glen, the brisk run keeping away the stinging cold of the swirling snow. heat settles close against her skin, familiar burn setting in as she bounds up an incline, slowing only a moment to investigate a faded set of tracks; a musky, sharp scent that can only be fox.
a moment longer, and the girl reaches the apex of the ridge, slowing to an amble as she cuts across the height of it, head low over the snow. moving, hunting, fighting; it is all better than stillness and pressing thoughts.
RE: some would sing and some would scream - Zephyr - February 03, 2020
thank you for starting! would you mind setting the threadlog date somewhere between the 28th of jan & 2nd of feb? <3 i get neurotic about my threadlog LMAO sorry
True to his word, he keeps to the borders of Neverwinter Forest most of the time, only occasionally trailing past to check the surrounding territories for trouble, or his brother. He worries about Helios still; thoughts of him often lurk at the back of his mind, guilt and fear and bitterness all stuffed into a box in the darkest corner. He'll search for him from here, he tells himself, but it feels like abandoning him, even if he knows Helios wouldn't want him to endanger himself with the quest. And it seems that danger is mostly what the world has to offer.That doesn't stop him from venturing out into it, though. He crosses into the Glen to see if any of the "Moonspear jerks" Mal had mentioned are lurking around, ears perked as he watches carefully. His attentiveness pays off, and he spots a pale girl in the distance, at the height of a ridge. He halts, stiffening, and pauses for a moment. Moonspear, he thinks, remembering what Mal had said. He barks to catch her attention, keeping himself light on his feet in case he needs to move quickly.
RE: some would sing and some would scream - Isilmë - February 03, 2020
her muzzle swings 'round at the sound of a sharp bark, coming to rest on a sterling figure. the wind is against her, and she's unable to pick up any details. it takes a moment of squinting to assure herself this isn't a packmate, and then she swings herself toward the stranger entirely, electing to stay up on her ridge. up here, it would be easy to charge him, and she does not deny she'd rather be looking down on strangers then looking up at them.
"what?" she called back, voice sharp and yet lacking the extent of the anger that had ebbed in days past. auds press forward as she stares, gaze narrowing as she tries to better gauge the stranger's appearance from this distance.
RE: some would sing and some would scream - Zephyr - February 03, 2020
The girl doesn't move from her spot for now, and Zephyr isn't sure whether he's relieved or disappointed.
Who are you?He decides to ask after she speaks, figuring it's probably best to avoid confrontation. If Moonspear is nearby, making a true enemy of them might not be the best idea. He doesn't really know if this girl is from there yet, but he intends to find out. If she's on her own, maybe he could convince her to come back, see if Mal likes her. If she isn't, he'll know to stay well away.
RE: some would sing and some would scream - Isilmë - February 03, 2020
a moment passes, and then she decides to wind somewhat further down the ridge, halting halfway down a small incline. forelimbs stretch out to stabilize her, gaze fixed still on the boy. girl? it's not immediately apparent. "isilme." she answers, shifting as she feels herself begin to slide very barely, but refusing to descend any further. "who wants to know?" she probes in turn, moving to lean more fully on her left forelimb.
RE: some would sing and some would scream - Zephyr - February 24, 2020
She doesn't give him much, and he finds himself intrigued. There's a roughness to her, something hard in her eyes that strikes him as unfamiliar and almost out of place. Most girls he's met are wide-eyed and softspoken, weepy creatures that seem as alien as another species entirely. This, however, is something he understands.
However the conversation goes, it ends quickly. Zephyr leaves feeling rather dissatisfied, but he quickly forgets the conversation as he departs the area. It hadn't been very noteworthy, after all.
Zephyr,He returns, tone tinged with something close to respect. He understands quickly that to get anything from her, he'll need to give too.
Are you from Moonspear? I'm from Neverwinter Forest.
However the conversation goes, it ends quickly. Zephyr leaves feeling rather dissatisfied, but he quickly forgets the conversation as he departs the area. It hadn't been very noteworthy, after all.