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the white wolf - Blackfell - January 23, 2025
@Ishmira -- forwarded to the 1st of february
blackfell's pawsteps came to a halt at the stream’s edge, crimson eyes scanning the water's rippling surface before he bent to drink.
the snap of a twig followed by the faint rustle of leaves drew his attention sharply. his ears flicked back, his head lifting as his eyes narrowed toward the disturbance. there, barely concealed by the brush, a shadow moved.
annoyed, his face falls flat. what a terrible fucking attempt at stalking.
his scarred snout points toward the intruder and brows quirk, clearly unimpressed.
i can see you.he drones.
there comes the rustle of brush and branch, then a black shadow swooping down for the white girl lingering in the shadows. he lands upon her head and begins pecking at her face like a winged menace. this does earn a snort from the man.
RE: the white wolf - Ishmira - January 30, 2025
ishmira has been following the stranger for a time, struggling to conceal herself against the brush. on more than one occasion she is sure she has been seen, but her quarry moves on. it is for that reason that she assumed she was doing well. evidently not, as the man finally turns to face her with an unimpressed sneer. and then she is attacked, besieged by some awful manner of bird.
the girl cries out, throwing both paws over her face as the bird pecks her relentlessly. a sharp shake of her head and it is sent off. she shoots it a growl, hackles raised in trepidation.
“i was practicing, i’ll have you know.” she mutters indignantly, pride wounded. who is he to laugh at her misfortune?
RE: the white wolf - Blackfell - January 30, 2025
he cannot help but be amused by the raven's assault of the girl. his stalker. their stalker, he supposed; the raven would see it that way. blackfell lifts a brow to quirk at her curiously, before stepping forwards, over the thin stream.
striding closer to the white girl in the dead shrubs.
mm.he grunts, letting eyes waltz across her. pathetic little thing. little muscle mass, long legs and a soft body.
he laughs at her.
you need it.he says with a sneer of his lip. the raven caws and swoops back down to perch itself upon blackfell's shoulder. grudgingly staring at the little wolf.
RE: the white wolf - Ishmira - February 02, 2025
the man is taller than she. broader, muscle rippling beneath his sleek pelt. ishmira lifts her chin, unafraid, and takes a step forward— wary only of the bird upon his shoulder. for if he had intended to harm her, he would have done so already.
“and i don’t suppose you can teach me? with those paws and that damn bird, i’m stunned you haven’t deafened every creature within a mile.” she rescinds, taking a cautious step back as the bird moves. creepy little thing.
perhaps she should not be poking the bear, so to speak, but ishmira is a girl used to getting her way. and she is not particularly fond of being scolded.
RE: the white wolf - Blackfell - February 02, 2025
teeth snap. sharp needles stained by plenty of bloodshed, now aimed for the girl. the raven flies from it's perch upon his shoulders when blackfell rushes forwards, snapping the girl up by the scruff.
but he does not hold her. he lets go, soon thereafter, barreling her over. shoving the girl into the snow, and he laughs loudly at her attempts at fighting back.
his laugh turns into a taunting growl.
i don't work for free.
RE: the white wolf - Ishmira - February 02, 2025
he lunges for her, teeth firmly gripping her scruff, and she cries out in anticipation of pain— but it never comes. he drops her and bowls her over, boasting his strength.
“you’re mean.” she whines from her place down in the snow, ego sorely wounded. in truth he has not harmed her at all, only thrown his weight around, but how dare he? where she’s from, a man could be killed for laying paws on her in such a way.
she rises to her feet and shakes off, shooting him a glare.
RE: the white wolf - Blackfell - February 03, 2025
wrong.he says in a growling retort, though the growl is playful, perhaps mischevious, rather than riddled with a need for violence. eyes fan her face and he pushes back just as she rises to her feet.
why are you alone?
RE: the white wolf - Ishmira - February 09, 2025
she snarls back, hackles raised, but her posture remains low and submissive. instinct tells her she will not win against him.
he shoves her down into the dirt again and she scoffs, but does not get up-- belly childishly exposed as she peers up at him.
"i have no home to return to. no family to speak of."
RE: the white wolf - Blackfell - February 09, 2025
he looks down at her past those cruel crimson eyes.
no home.
no family.
his top lip curls in a sneer. so what? he did not care. she was not his responsibility.
sad.he says. then steps over her, turning to take his leave.
RE: the white wolf - Ishmira - February 09, 2025
"wait, WAIT!" she races after him, clumsily moving to block his path. he is the only living soul who has held a conversation with her in months, and she is loath to simply let him walk away.
"you have a pack somewhere. i can smell them on you. take me to them, and i promise i'll pull my weight." she attempts to sound strong, mature-- but her voice cracks with desperation, and she grimaces. definitely not what she was going for.
RE: the white wolf - Blackfell - February 09, 2025
he stares at her, crimson eyes dark with annoyance. there is long, dim silence before he finally speaks.
i will take you there.his tone is clipped, flat.
another pause.
but once you arrive, you’re on your own.a warning.
i won’t help you.