faust moved through the frost-laden woods with a practiced quiet, his dark frame weaving between the trees like a shadow. the moon hung low, casting an ethereal glow over the snow-covered ground, though his focus was far from its haunting beauty. ayovi's scent had been faint the last time he'd come across her trail, a ghostly thread that drew him back time and time again.
he paused, his nostrils flaring as he picked up a new layer to the scent. there it was again—her distinct musk, but mingled now with something unfamiliar. male. his sharp green eyes narrowed, and his pace quickened, paws crunching lightly against the hardened snow. the bitter air stung his nose, but he ignored it, his mind turning over this new development.
the faint breeze carried more of the lingering scent, and faust felt a muscle in his jaw tighten. she had always been unpredictable, but this was... different. he wondered what kind of company she’d found herself in this time. brushing the edge of irritation, he pushed forward, each step deliberate and unrelenting as he sought to close the distance.
he paused, his nostrils flaring as he picked up a new layer to the scent. there it was again—her distinct musk, but mingled now with something unfamiliar. male. his sharp green eyes narrowed, and his pace quickened, paws crunching lightly against the hardened snow. the bitter air stung his nose, but he ignored it, his mind turning over this new development.
the faint breeze carried more of the lingering scent, and faust felt a muscle in his jaw tighten. she had always been unpredictable, but this was... different. he wondered what kind of company she’d found herself in this time. brushing the edge of irritation, he pushed forward, each step deliberate and unrelenting as he sought to close the distance.
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common pyrrhalic
Delegating the Glacier heading of Darukaal.
ᴍ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇs
ⁱᵒˢᵉᶠ ᵐᵃʸ ʲᵒⁱⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ, ˡᵉˢᵗ ᵖʳⁱᵛᵃᵗᵉ ❞
ᴍ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇs
ⁱᵒˢᵉᶠ ᵐᵃʸ ʲᵒⁱⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ, ˡᵉˢᵗ ᵖʳⁱᵛᵃᵗᵉ ❞
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
December 30, 2024, 12:23 PM
His golden hues stood out against the snow coated land, frost clung to trees as he past by. Admittedly his mind was more focused on the hare that hung from his maw, the prize of his solo hunt was meek in comparison to more experienced hunters but at least his stomach would not go empty that day. But the blue of the sky that peaked between the clustered trees, did remind him of her. Avoyi.
Unbeknownst to him, her scent lingered alongside his and was drawing in that of another stranger.
Wormwoods movements were clumsy, slipping through the snow as he trekked back in the direction of his temporary residing. The dug out hollow behind the roots of a dead tree, previously based on the stale scents, the home of coyotes. His head was held high, the rich scent of copper trailing with his, doing his best to not stop to eat the hare wanting to enjoy it before resting.
It was strange, being alone, without his parents there wasn't much guidance for the already scatterbrained dispersal. But he would take each day as it was given.
Unbeknownst to him, her scent lingered alongside his and was drawing in that of another stranger.
Wormwoods movements were clumsy, slipping through the snow as he trekked back in the direction of his temporary residing. The dug out hollow behind the roots of a dead tree, previously based on the stale scents, the home of coyotes. His head was held high, the rich scent of copper trailing with his, doing his best to not stop to eat the hare wanting to enjoy it before resting.
It was strange, being alone, without his parents there wasn't much guidance for the already scatterbrained dispersal. But he would take each day as it was given.
December 30, 2024, 12:30 PM
welcome!!!
faust had been following the faint trail for some time, his green eyes narrowed against the sharp glare of the sun on snow. he caught the scent first—distinct, masculine, and disturbingly mingled with ayovi’s own. his lips curled briefly, a low grumble vibrating in his chest as he stalked forward, each step deliberate.busy, has she?the words rumbled from his throat, muttered more to himself than anyone else. he huffed, nostrils flaring as he caught the direction of the trail. snow crunched beneath his heavy paws as he pushed through the underbrush, his frame moving with a quiet intensity.
when the figure came into view, faust slowed. the younger male, hare dangling from his jaws, seemed blissfully unaware of the shadow approaching him. faust’s sharp gaze lingered on the prize for a moment before lifting to assess the stranger. he stepped closer, his presence deliberate but unspoken, a low exhale fogging the cold air between them.
he would watch first, waiting to see what this boy thought he was doing so close to what faust now considered his.
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common pyrrhalic
Delegating the Glacier heading of Darukaal.
ᴍ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇs
ⁱᵒˢᵉᶠ ᵐᵃʸ ʲᵒⁱⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ, ˡᵉˢᵗ ᵖʳⁱᵛᵃᵗᵉ ❞
ᴍ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇs
ⁱᵒˢᵉᶠ ᵐᵃʸ ʲᵒⁱⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ, ˡᵉˢᵗ ᵖʳⁱᵛᵃᵗᵉ ❞
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
January 23, 2025, 06:28 AM
(This post was last modified: January 23, 2025, 06:28 AM by Wormwood.)
[so sorry for the delay! <3]
Never in his life would the golden-brown hued wolf realised that he was being followed, the slightest subtle whiffs of anothers pelt causing the pinned tailing. Admittedly, his boyish features were not the only thing juvenile about him. There was much to the earth beneath his paws, and society out of reach, that he did not understand.
Nor did he follow, the politics went over his head and deafened by ears not posed for listening.
Unlike Faust, his steps were not deliberate - they bounced his formed with each energetic step, carelessly placing them as he went. His tail swished at the tip as it remained perked, almost as though being bat by an invisible creature.
The scents of his makeshift den drew him in closer, any tension that may have lingered beneath his pelt eased as the comforts of 'home' - as temporary and unsure as it was, caused him to settle.
Never in his life would the golden-brown hued wolf realised that he was being followed, the slightest subtle whiffs of anothers pelt causing the pinned tailing. Admittedly, his boyish features were not the only thing juvenile about him. There was much to the earth beneath his paws, and society out of reach, that he did not understand.
Nor did he follow, the politics went over his head and deafened by ears not posed for listening.
Unlike Faust, his steps were not deliberate - they bounced his formed with each energetic step, carelessly placing them as he went. His tail swished at the tip as it remained perked, almost as though being bat by an invisible creature.
The scents of his makeshift den drew him in closer, any tension that may have lingered beneath his pelt eased as the comforts of 'home' - as temporary and unsure as it was, caused him to settle.
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