Wapun Meadow to hear the sounds of people x2

set to september 16th

Aerasha leisurely strolled through the garden of flowers, a soft smile played upon her face as she looked around with cresent eyes. The meadow gently touched against her cream coat, brushing the flowers off and clinging to the coffee tones. Her plush mane held a variety of different flowers and petals, but she made no attempt to brush it off, and only continued to gather the lumps of vegetation, "lovely day.~" she commented.

She knew that soon the fall would come, and so would the fall of the flowers. She best to enjoy the weather while she can, before enjoying the next set of colors that appear. Even winter held its own beauty, and each season she would find a pleasure in. Aerasha was the type of wolf to live in the moment, rather then thinking or worrying for the days ahead.

It had been too long since he had taken time to see what was happening in Teekon. It also had been too long since he had time to meet another wolf. So once he decided to finish up his meal, the ebonian licked his chops, promptly groomed himself, and made his trek as he did through the Wilds.

Cry hadn't been seen for about a year now, and the assassin had aged near nowhere. In youth he was solemn and silent, and it remained as such as he grew. If there was something he was missing, it was the dark prince being seen next to a body of water. He had primarily been a member of the Stavanger Bay, a pack that exclusively ruled the beach. But upon inspection, he had crossed a much different palat of scents as he returned from his forced time away from the pack. And the scents did not belong to his family.

So the void pelted wolf walked through the forest, crossing the different trails and searching for anyone,-  hell, at this point, anything that could take his mind away  from the past. He had gone from home to home, and watched every single one of them disintergrate. And with every passing, every paw pad making a silent step forward, the prince felt the conviction that it was somehow his fault for the packs dismemberment. He was loyal, but that was his problem. He was too loyal. And a loss of a pack was much more than a loss of blood, in his eyes.

Wintery gaze cut through the trees as he held bated breath; someone was near. Past the clearing, before him and just slightly on his left, icy stare locked with target precision to a moving object. It was a living being. And from the breeze that drifted towards him, it spoke of a lone soul.Him being downwind of the constricted flora and timbers, he could watch and not be seen, but what good would itdo if he got caught? How else would he find the state of Teekon if he had not eased his company into conversation? Cry already had begon plotting and planning his next moves before he even called for it, but that was simply how his mind worked. The future was always ahead, and to reign atop your competition, you needed to be on top of the future.

Careful, he made his way forward. Calm, but with some semblance of character. A gait that mimicked relaxed easily snaked into his swagger, and peacefully he entered the meadow, onyx hide ruffling too in the coming and leaving breezes. Making it to a respectable distance to the company, a brunette woman who was clearly enjoying herself. Cmpared to her, Cry was absolute darkness, as her body was made up up every soft brown eyes could possibly witness. It held shades of clay and the hearts of forests.

"Hello." He spoke the simple greeting, something open and easy to repsond to. How would she? Would she even respond? His brain fiddled with answers as he sought outcomes and expectations for all of them.

(edited)

i forgot to add playing a dangerous vague came as aerasha is still in the midst of her joining thread with Easthollow LMAO

Aerasha gently sneezed as the pollen flooded her nose and tickled. The flowers were absolutely everywhere on her cream pelt, giving her a rather particular appearence to others. The endless walking through the meadows clumped the petals into a collection. Amongst all the petals, the flowers, the grass and prey, one figure alone stood apart from the vibrant beauty. A dark figure of a wolf, she could see his bright eyes from distances away as this wolf closed the distance between them.

"Ooooo.~" She unconsciously replied out loud toward this mysterious stranger, cocking her head to the side while giving a leisure smile. How interesting! He stood out like a sore thumb, "heeeyyy.~" she replied ever so casually.

xDDDD

The drawl was intoxicating, and he couldn't tell whether it was a good  intoicating or a bad one. What mattered was the goal, and that was extracting information from this woman. She met him with bedazzled mocha and sky eyes, and he felt a bit more at ease over the situation. 

Petals were still floating down, only just returning to their bed on her mocha fur as he opened his mouth to speak again. 

"You...wouldn't happen to have seen any Stavanger members? Noctisador Bypass wolves? Any of them? Romans? Vikings?"

He was stretching out his own neck trying to inquire about them. Would they want anything to do with him after he ghosted?" 

Icy glacials tried to not seem so focused, to relax as much as his body was, but his mind was wired to do no such thing. Relaxing was exactly how you got killed. 

Once it was left, then shifted to the right. Her head drifted to one side then to the other as she patiently heard his question. She gazed at him with drowsy eyes that had a hint of curiosity and playfulness, Aerasha was curious on his origins. He is black as night but eyes like ice, and someone she has not met previously. He seemed lost, she guessed by his question. Though thd query intrigued her into an interest.

Vikings and Romans? She has heard of vikings from fabled tales, but of course never met them. Though Romans? What strange wolves could they be? She heard none of the places he listed as well, "Nooo.~" Aerasha answered, a bicolored gaze gently studying him, "but they sound coool.~" She took a step closer, a trail of petals fell from her wispy tail.

"What are they?~"

It seemed whatever drugs this girl did had him relieving his own tension. Though his conciousness forced him to remain alert, body and muscles let themselves ride on the light high. He wasn't as pent up, and he blamed it on her. Yet was it a bad thing to take a break from eternally being prepared to kill someone? Or to defend yourself?

'What harm could she do?' he asked himself as her bicolored irises moved over him. "I wouldn't say 'cool'?" he curiously corrected. "More on the fringes of 'I'll have no problem murdering you if you offend,' kinda folks." That was such a generalized standard; but then again, he followed the same protocol. So what made him any better?
Well,...he survived...and he was here, now. They weren't. Was it his youth? 
Or was it his capability to stay away from everyone?

The woman sashayed a bit closer to him, which would typically prompt him moving a step back, but instead, he sat. It showed he was comfortable, his intent growing more to stay a while than to disappear.
Meanwhile his mind warned him 'This isn't the plan, man.' 

"They were the pack I was in. Or packs, rather. They kinda disappeared when I left to-" His tongue stopped itself in the nick of time. He wasn't about to spill his whole life story out to this girl. "to go do some things."

sorry for the wait !!

"Whaaat.~" how he described them made her chuckle as Aerasha replied. The viking tales she heard stemed far from his statement, as she heard of heroic stories rather then of pirating. Perhaps his view was different, interesting nontheless. The lethargic wolf felt a bit curious on how such a Pack would work, and even how they would live. Aaahhh, the world was quite intriguing.~

"Awww.~" She gave a pitied smile at his next words, "they disappeared?~ yooouuu'll find themmm.~" She crept closer, close enough where she stuck out one of her coffee creamed paws in an attempt to pat his own. A reassuring touch she tried, while giving him a small drowsy nod. They were just lost, probably, and he seemed to be looking for them, so maybe they'll pop up one day. Though if they disappeared during his time of absence... "buuut, what were you doooiiinnng?~" Aerasha inquired as she tipped her head to the side in question.

"Ooohhh," though she then straightened for a moment, "I'm Aerasha.~" She introduced herself, before falling back into the relaxed laying posture, head nodding off at times.

 

He nodded a bit more soundly than his expected response which was to give more details. Why was he trying to seal off the conversation so fast, now? "I'm not too worried on finding them", he admitted. "If I cross them, then I cross them. It takes too much energy to search." It was a resolve that was logical enough for him to follow.

Her paw patted his, light and ploppy at the same time, and something in him mildly appreciated it. Something else in him cringed at the setiment. "Eh," he said, his ears flipping to face his rear. He wasn't going to tell what he had been doing; hits were confidential. Allies and enemies could be made of any and everyone, and spies could have lurked in plain sight. This woman being so easy-going and relaxed could prompt him to spill secrets, and that was the very opposite of his plans, today. "I had to meet with family," he flawlessly lied. "It took so long, I guess the packs dispersed without me."

His inky auds forwarded themsleves to catch her name. "Cry", was the response back, his name the complete contrast of her own. While hers was light and flowy, his was abrupt, curt, and a dowfall of sound. It was nearly light and day talking here in this meadow, right now.

"Where are you from?" The dark prince asked, curiousity lilting his voice in an inquisitive lift. This was the worst part, getting to know who it was you sat with. Any and everything could have been a lie, and he would have to do research and memory lapses to ensure none of it was. Lies. more often than not by unskilled liars, were not rememeber the lies they had previously told. But the responsibility on his end would be him having to keep tabs on those he inquired about. Aerasha was no different.

And he never forgot a face, let alone a name.

"Its nice you are enjoooying wandering then.~" Aerasha would be the same if she attempted to search for another. Generally she would simply enjoy the travel, taking her sweet time to find them, and if she didn't, oh well. Then they weren't fated to meet, maybe on another day, and thus would care more when the time came.

"Booo," she replied, "wouulldn't theeey, send someone to youuu, if you were with faamily?~" She didn't know he lied, but innocently inquired about it. Then again Aerasha guessed about the question, as she remembered her papa would send messages to wolves who were out of the territory. She of course would try to tag along, but was met with displeasure from the messenger. They were too fast.

Aerasha hummed when he gave his name, nodding her head to the side questioningly, "Cry?~" What an interesting name she thought. Her head propped back up with a gentle smile while commenting on it, "how cooool.~" The cream fae always found it fascinating when others had particular names, as it was a question on who thought up such a neat name.

"Ooh, mee?~" Was her past interesting? Suppose it was a fun, buuut, it was up there. He was the second wolf to inquire about it, and Aerasha did not mind sharing, but she didn't like having to repeat a topic, "Elkwood Kingdom.~" Unlike a previous conversation she held with a Sunspire wolf, the coffee creamed fae gave the direct name of what her 'Pack' was called, "theeyreee waaay out there." Took quite a long time to get to Teekon Wilds! It'd would take a whole year just to get back.

"Meh," the void prince surmised nonchalantly. Wandering was nice, and while he did appreciate it so much more than his life in packs, both had their pros and cons. Wandering left you much more vulnerable than had you been backed by a pack. While he hadn't recently gotten into anything that warranted the need for assistance, he couldn't ignore that sense of need to be dutiful in a growing and substantial pack.

"I didn't exactly tell them I was leaving, let alone where I was going, nor when I'd be back," he admitted, his honesty breaking through the dark fog of mystery he usually held in him. It was a fault of his own, and the chains of guilt consticted around him at the past reliving itself. Taking his eyes away from her own, the ebonian gazed through the rest of the flowery meadow, wondering how much more of his past he would allow to torment him the way he did. 'until I find a way to redeem it', he solidified within himself for the millionth time.

"Elkwood Kingdom?" he questioned, repeating the name with a sharp turn of his head. They sounded very much like the territory not too far from his Uncle's own. And considering there was much warfare going on between The Nightmares and nearly every other pack nearby, it immediately made him suspect if he was afffliated with it. In fact, he didn't even attempt the claim the homestead. "They sound really, er, 'classy'. Royalty, I'm assuming?" No one came from a 'kingdom' unless they were from royal blood, unless they were peasants, slaves, or some other form of peon that permitted leaving underwill. But she seemed too lush to be some mere peon. 

He hadn't touched on his name with anything more than a shrug of shoulders. It wasn't anything special; only a codename. His real name was kept to himself, and none other than he knew it. It would remain that way until death, or until some act of free will changed his mind.

"Whaaat, you just leeefft?~" She didn't tell him it was his fault, more just held a smile of amusement as Aerasha repeated his statements in her own way. She held a neutral ground despite him opening up, more intrigued of his stories then the stance he took in his packs, "but whyyyy.~" He said he left for family, but whyyy leave without telling his Pack? There was missing pieces of the story that intrigued her curiosity, so she prodded at it without hesitation.

Though in return asked about her own history, which she didn't mind sharing at all. Aerasha wasn't trying to hide her history either, as she took pleasure in remembering about it. Even the scarring that ran down her front, always given her a morbid smile she had yet to display to Cry. She was quite an oddity some would say, and even been called mysterious despite being very open on who she was, "Yessss," the soft wolf nodded, while giving a casual roll to the side, "Kings and Queens, aaand I, the Cursed Princess.~" She let out a soft chuckle, having enjoyment of her own odd title. What would've seemed like a harsh past as the title had 'cursed' in it, she had an uncaring attitude toward it, and found it as entertainment.

"More to it than what I care to tell," he pulled the iceberg to shelter him from the subject. He hated what he had done enough as it was; retelling it wasn't going to make it any better, let alone reverse it so he wouldn't have to do it again. "Let's just leave it at that. Some things you just have to do." He wasn't trying to be rude, but his abraisive ways usually made it seem so.

"You don't seem cursed," he said, baritones painting a false picture of an angel against the one she seemed to be. She didn't seem cursed at all, and a scar, though it was ugly, didn't mean the person who bore it was scarred. He had his own patchword of scars across his ruff, and thankfully dark grey skin usually blended the crisscross with the ebony fur that was bedded around them. Now he couldn't even decipher if he himself was cursed. He had reoccuring nightmares, and more often than not, it gave him him more grief than grattitude. It never helped him become a better being, regardless of it. And yes, in a way, it traumatized him.  But it also helped mold him into being who he was.

"That sounds pretty fantastic though," He said with half of a grin. "I didn't come from a place of dynasty, but there was some sick bit of royalty we had. And it didn't help that the remaining pup of a alpha pair was labeled either a 'Prince' or a 'Princess.' Not too far from what you have." How many packs had done this? Declaring royalty on a wolf who knew nothing of it other than culture? Who was to ay we weren't all heathens?

"Boooo.~" While he wanted to drop it, she softly commented on her disapproval as Aerasha was curious on more. She could see there was more to the tale that seemed fascinating, but he seemed like the sort of wolf who she wouldn't be able to pry open too easily about it. She wasn't aware any lies he produced, though if he did she wouldn't dwell too much onto it, as she is more into the fascination of the tale, rather then the truth that comes with it. As long as it seemed some sort of entertainment, she didn't care if reality became a fantasy. It seemed more fun that way, anywho.~

"Riiight?~" Though unlike the other, she had no quelms sharing about history. She had her own scars, by literal meaning on her chest, but to her it was nothing that damaged her emotionally. She found it all like a game when the tale is shared, amused by her own demise of being a cursed princess. Aerasha never questioned it either, rather she used it to her own advantage by scaring the previous wolves she knew, "theeyyyy said, i'm... i'm..?" it took her a moment to remember what they used to call her, as they used a variety of colorful names. She rolled her head dramatically while giving a 'hmm.' She had to pick the best choice of words! However vocab was limited, and the only few words that stood out that came to mind was, "abnormal aaaand eccentric.~"

"It'ss fuuun, riiiight?~" She nodded along the lines of his grin, agreeing to it being 'fantastic.' She enjoyed the stoic knights and the classy noble wolves who were pertrified to get dirty. The whole caste system was amusing enough that she stuck around for two whole years, and during those years another came to be, a dear little brother who was crowned a Prince. He was so cute, she thought, "thooough they don't liiike others in theeeiiir game.~" Her brother especially didn't, as he looked at her in scorn while Aerasha looked at him with full of love. But she didn't want to disrupt his fun, so she had no issue leaving. Now she's having fun in Teekon Wilds.~