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hey young blood - Eunoia - December 31, 2014
It hadn't even been days, perhaps hours. In a whirlwind of excitement she the yearling had lost track of time. Fresh faces of the strangers who had greeted her were stuck in her mind, leaving the silver and alabaster to ponder over them. They were both quite curious, resembling, in ways, past acquaintances and family. Memories had resurfaced, ones the woman had been trying to get over. Most of the time she could get over emotional wounds quite quickly, yet for reasons unclear to her the relatives and friendships she had forged in the past would not be warded away.
First the pregnant fae had approached, or that's what the wolfess assumed her to be. If not hunting must have been even better in the plateau than she had originally assumed. But it was the male who intrigued her most, perhaps it was simply that he was so similar to Bacchus. In youth she had idolized her father, maybe the cause of her interest in the stranger. But Eu was certain he held some sort of mystery, secrets, something to unveil. There was no way to be sure, or it would appear that way to the sensible, but the lass was too stubborn and proud to doubt her theory.
Seated on near the fringes of their land, the fem scented the air for prey. Aromas of wildlife flooded her nostrils, it would take time to single out just one. Deer was the most apparent inhabitant of the lands, besides wolves. Yet from her experience the fea knew it was wisest to hunt the tawny mammals in packs, it also added to the success rate of the kill. Whispers of a pack hunt had reached her, but it seemed that the event had already passed. It was a bitter disappointment, but something to look forward to. The adolescent raised her maw to catch more scents, eyes trained on the horizon.
RE: hey young blood - Finn - December 31, 2014
It had not been mere coincidence what had made the newly welcomed member's call weave into his unconscious and roused him from his sleep. Finn was a heavy sleeper, that aside from valuing his status and the unity of his pack also prized the few moments of sleep he got. So it was not for just nothing that he had woken and gone to meet a stranger at the gates of the Plateau.
So why had his paws carried him to her?
By now you would have thought Finn had stopped asking himself about women and their undecipherable mindsets.
But like her, the platinum dipped male reflected on their brief encounter as he walked silently across the borders, his tail swishing back and forth like a feather in the wind as he tried to fulfill the duties he had as an aspiring Warden. Oblivious to the fact that the girl was nearby, the supposed 'father look-alike' continued to follow the imaginary line that separated the Plateau from the rest of the world, stopping only to draw a more visible line with his urine near one of the pack's scent markers.
Maybe it was his olive eyes what separated Finn from whatever memory he resembled in the female's mind, but once they met -- something Finn planned on doing not because of simple courtesy but because of the spiking interest that she had planted in his mind. Maybe then they would be able to see, in flesh and bone, what separated each other from their respective look-alikes.
To be honest, Finn hoped it was more than eye color.
RE: hey young blood - Eunoia - January 01, 2015
First the pregnant fae had approached, or that's what the wolfess assumed her to be. If not hunting must have been even better in the plateau than she had originally assumed. But it was the male who intrigued her most, perhaps it was simply that he was so similar to Bacchus. In youth she had idolized her father, maybe the cause of her interest in the stranger. But Eu was certain he held some sort of mystery, secrets, something to unveil. There was no way to be sure, or it would appear that way to the sensible, but the lass was too stubborn and proud to doubt her theory.
Seated on near the fringes of their land, the fem scented the air for prey. Aromas of wildlife flooded her nostrils, it would take time to single out just one. Deer was the most apparent inhabitant of the lands, besides wolves. Yet from her experience the fea knew it was wisest to hunt the tawny mammals in packs, it also added to the success rate of the kill. Whispers of a pack hunt had reached her, but it seemed that the event had already passed. It was a bitter disappointment, but something to look forward to. The adolescent raised her maw to catch more scents, eyes trained on the horizon.
RE: hey young blood - Finn - December 31, 2014
snagging this for myself
It had not been mere coincidence what had made the newly welcomed member's call weave into his unconscious and roused him from his sleep. Finn was a heavy sleeper, that aside from valuing his status and the unity of his pack also prized the few moments of sleep he got. So it was not for just nothing that he had woken and gone to meet a stranger at the gates of the Plateau.
So why had his paws carried him to her?
By now you would have thought Finn had stopped asking himself about women and their undecipherable mindsets.
But like her, the platinum dipped male reflected on their brief encounter as he walked silently across the borders, his tail swishing back and forth like a feather in the wind as he tried to fulfill the duties he had as an aspiring Warden. Oblivious to the fact that the girl was nearby, the supposed 'father look-alike' continued to follow the imaginary line that separated the Plateau from the rest of the world, stopping only to draw a more visible line with his urine near one of the pack's scent markers.
Maybe it was his olive eyes what separated Finn from whatever memory he resembled in the female's mind, but once they met -- something Finn planned on doing not because of simple courtesy but because of the spiking interest that she had planted in his mind. Maybe then they would be able to see, in flesh and bone, what separated each other from their respective look-alikes.
To be honest, Finn hoped it was more than eye color.
RE: hey young blood - Eunoia - January 01, 2015
In the past Eu hadn't had many encounters with the opposite sex, nor had they truly interested her. Roles came before any sort of intimacy, and even after gaining her's they had never occurred to her as anything other than friends. And so she had no previous relationships to steer her away from the male. The woman considered it to be simply healthy interest, curiosity towards a foreigner. Probability had rolled the dice, and decided that he would be one to approach her. Now the doggishly patterned fem wanted to investigate the output of this dice roll of fate.
Bacchus had always been a gruff man, even harsh at times. But the platinum 'look-alike' seemed different, brighter in a way. Yet there was something that reminded her of her father in the stranger, a trait that she could not seem to put her paw on. Whatever it was brought her back to times of youth, moments before she truly discovered the pain of life. They were gone now, yet her heart ached every time the lass drifted into a reverie. There was no way to find them, or so many had said. Perhaps they had traveled further up north, and if their tracks would likely have disappeared.
Another scent wafted into her sensitive charcoal nostrils, less familiar yet fresh in her mind. Alert ears rose to full height, searching. Rising to her paws, she turned and scanned the landscape behind her. A faint figurine, outlined in precious metal, caught her eye. "Is that you?" The young fea's inquisitive voice rang out, vibrant orbs sparkling. So it seemed she wouldn't have to go searching for him later, as long as there were not two look-alikes in the pack than the figure would likely reveal that it was the foreigner who had greeted her near their borderlands. Him.
RE: hey young blood - Finn - January 02, 2015
While the idea of having a 'look-alike' or as he jokingly had called it 'stunt double' had excited him in the past, it now brought nothing but thoughts of sorrow and feelings of slight discomfort into his stomach. And though the newcomer he had greeted in the borders a night ago had briefly made the image of his original doppelgänger resurface, she had also begun to rid his mind of every painful memory as their encounter had advanced-- something refreshing for his shattered soul.
And despite the fact her look-alike also brought pleasant memories to the Delta's heart, it also brought feelings of melancholy and sorrow. Sorrow that he wore like a noose around his neck; not tight enough to choke him but loose enough to be delicately released by the right hands.
With his own nose also taking in the odors that lined the borders he recognized, almost in a synchronized manner, that he was not the only Plateu wolf around . He stepped forth, the tip of his tail curving upwards as he fixed his own olive eyes on the silver silhouette standing a few meters off, her voice confirming the hopes he had of being her and not another wolf.
Bacchus had always been a gruff man, even harsh at times. But the platinum 'look-alike' seemed different, brighter in a way. Yet there was something that reminded her of her father in the stranger, a trait that she could not seem to put her paw on. Whatever it was brought her back to times of youth, moments before she truly discovered the pain of life. They were gone now, yet her heart ached every time the lass drifted into a reverie. There was no way to find them, or so many had said. Perhaps they had traveled further up north, and if their tracks would likely have disappeared.
Another scent wafted into her sensitive charcoal nostrils, less familiar yet fresh in her mind. Alert ears rose to full height, searching. Rising to her paws, she turned and scanned the landscape behind her. A faint figurine, outlined in precious metal, caught her eye. "Is that you?" The young fea's inquisitive voice rang out, vibrant orbs sparkling. So it seemed she wouldn't have to go searching for him later, as long as there were not two look-alikes in the pack than the figure would likely reveal that it was the foreigner who had greeted her near their borderlands. Him.
RE: hey young blood - Finn - January 02, 2015
sorry for the delay <3
While the idea of having a 'look-alike' or as he jokingly had called it 'stunt double' had excited him in the past, it now brought nothing but thoughts of sorrow and feelings of slight discomfort into his stomach. And though the newcomer he had greeted in the borders a night ago had briefly made the image of his original doppelgänger resurface, she had also begun to rid his mind of every painful memory as their encounter had advanced-- something refreshing for his shattered soul.
And despite the fact her look-alike also brought pleasant memories to the Delta's heart, it also brought feelings of melancholy and sorrow. Sorrow that he wore like a noose around his neck; not tight enough to choke him but loose enough to be delicately released by the right hands.
With his own nose also taking in the odors that lined the borders he recognized, almost in a synchronized manner, that he was not the only Plateu wolf around . He stepped forth, the tip of his tail curving upwards as he fixed his own olive eyes on the silver silhouette standing a few meters off, her voice confirming the hopes he had of being her and not another wolf.
It's meHe affirmed his voice breaking into a light chuckle as he cut the distance between them with a couple of steps.
How are you liking the Plateau so far?He asked, his ears pricking to grasp her response.