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january - Eliza - January 12, 2025
Eliza found no relief in the mountains. Every stream ran frozen underpaw, and every prey trail ended in lives too great for ending on her own. If only I had hooves for feet, she thought in self pity, thinking back on the creatures she had seen by the river. The power with which they'd broken through ice! If only I had jaws the strength of many wolves.
Misery made such sorry company, but without her sisters, it was all the company Eliza could keep. Not even the sun peeked through the clouds to cheer her up. All that accompanied her was a quiet drizzle as the flurries of the heights melted to rain.
It was the only good sign of the day, a promise that the next river she found might be warm enough for hunting. It hardly cheered her sour face, but at least it hurried her steps to find the place where water flowed down the mountainside.
RE: january - Damsel - January 12, 2025
Scents carried on the wind always seemed to string Damsel along, for better or for worse.
This one is a rather sad looking creature, she nearly feels bad for it - but the hound knows better than to feel sympathy for such violent brutes. A growl emanates from her throat followed by a snarl, and then the trademark howl-bark of her breed.
They are only about ten metres apart, closer than Damsel usually allows herself, but now there is something to protect. She will chase it east or north, away from the direction of her lands.
@Barley is not far. She will be fine so long as he is watching, listening.
RE: january - Eliza - January 13, 2025
Would she find no relief here, either?
Eliza scowled with the click of her tongue. She had seen the likes of these, and heard the stories shared in the songs of her people. Ungrateful curs, absent of the memory of the ancestors who had made them - even if, somewhere deep and buried, their blood still mingled with wild.
Can't a woman find a friendly face for once?her breath held the heaviness that weighed upon her shoulders.
This land is yours as much as it is mine,for even the scent of dog was weak here,
so if you don't bite, neither will I.
After her run in with the hooves giants and her growing hunger, her patience wore thin. But she wasn't looking for a fight with teeth as sharp as hers.
No, only fish.
RE: january - Barley - January 14, 2025
barley is not far at all. he is approaching, now, massive and grey, like the threat of an impending ass-beating. but watching and listening is what he would do. stood at his wives shoulder and let her say the words, do the talking, scare the filthy wolves that tried to worm themselves into the meadow that would be claimed by the dogs.
a man who, in all ways, could be defined by the word 'menacing'.
RE: january - Damsel - January 14, 2025
The menacing figure soon joins her — though she thinks him rather sweet. It's the benfit of being his wife.
The wolf speaks, the brute's words strange and broken to Damsel. She wrinkles her nose, forming a response of her own.
You north. West mine.Her words are highlighted with the baring of teeth. She is not looking to compromise here.
RE: january - Eliza - January 14, 2025
Another joined the dam, this one, grizzled and tall. Her heart shuddered. Wolf-hunter. But she still stood tall.
These dogs could have the west. Perhaps there were human packs that way, the same way many had dotted the western coast of her own mainland. Perhaps there was some blessing in meeting these hostile faces after all, if it kept her from the clap of man's thunder sticks.
It is done,she assented, frustrated to have the land cut from here, but disinterested in a fight. She turned back to her northeastern trek along the creek, but did not turn her eyes away from the dogs.
The winter cold fogged with a final question,
is this man's land? Or yours?
Curious, more than anything.
Perhaps in these, the wild blood still stirred.