Arslan trotted along the edges of the basin, unwilling to enter yet unwilling to leave. The area filled with curious scents that made him wonder, made his paws itch for him to move further in.
He held his tail high and waving as his mind raced, but the territory smelled of other wolves. Multiple. The lion would not be so stupid so as to enter without permission.
Yet it held his interest without him carrying any knowledge of the group inside. Few could manage such a feat.
sometime come the wolf
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there’s a very handsomely colored man rifling their borders. his fur is a rare russet soto has only observed in the signalfire of autumn leaves.
soto’s been keeping an eye turned ever since niño’s death. right now, he painfully collects sprigs of sun dried grass.
he’s watchful, but does not come close yet. it’s only been eleven days since his skirmish with the desert wolves. any day he’s expecting reprisal. this — among anything else — could be a trap.
so for now soto moves gingerly among one of the raised dunes, eyes trained on the stranger and awaiting his next move.
soto’s been keeping an eye turned ever since niño’s death. right now, he painfully collects sprigs of sun dried grass.
he’s watchful, but does not come close yet. it’s only been eleven days since his skirmish with the desert wolves. any day he’s expecting reprisal. this — among anything else — could be a trap.
so for now soto moves gingerly among one of the raised dunes, eyes trained on the stranger and awaiting his next move.
October 28, 2024, 08:54 PM
Care or caution were not traits Arslan aligned with. After a moment and the flick of his tail, he entered the basin.
He walked with the clear confidence of a once regal man. As though his surroundings belonged to him solely - yet he lacked the grace required of nobility. It had faded, leaving him as little more than a disobedient peasant.
The place smelt herbal, yet of injury. His nose wrinkled at the horrid mixture.
He walked with the clear confidence of a once regal man. As though his surroundings belonged to him solely - yet he lacked the grace required of nobility. It had faded, leaving him as little more than a disobedient peasant.
The place smelt herbal, yet of injury. His nose wrinkled at the horrid mixture.
sometime come the wolf
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October 30, 2024, 10:03 AM
the siena-backed wolf moves into the basin.
soto’s in no position to accost him.
he follows, noting the man’s plucky confidence.
close enough now to be seen, soto makes himself known.
and waits — this could be an interloper, or it could be more assassins from muat riya.
soto’s claws curl into the sun-baked sand in apprehension.
soto’s in no position to accost him.
he follows, noting the man’s plucky confidence.
close enough now to be seen, soto makes himself known.
and waits — this could be an interloper, or it could be more assassins from muat riya.
soto’s claws curl into the sun-baked sand in apprehension.
October 30, 2024, 02:21 PM
A wolf makes themselves known. Dark-coated, muscular, nearly handsome. He holds his interest.
"Your borders are weak." His words simple, purposeful. Intended to agitate.
His expression appears nearly practiced. Smug, unmoving. Arslan is nothing if not overconfident.
He has no intention of taking over territories, but the rush gained from disregarding such things is all he has at the end of the day.
"Your borders are weak." His words simple, purposeful. Intended to agitate.
His expression appears nearly practiced. Smug, unmoving. Arslan is nothing if not overconfident.
He has no intention of taking over territories, but the rush gained from disregarding such things is all he has at the end of the day.
sometime come the wolf
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Yesterday, 07:38 AM
the man from the red hills speaks; his voice holding a timbre soto does not need to know the language of to know it is meant to agitate.
in his current condition he’s in no shape to answer.
instead, a raise of his brow. if what he said was important, he’d reiterate. if it wasn’t, he might move on.
soto weighs his options; the man’s healthy and well groomed. certainly lovelier than anything that occupies the basin currently. he could be useful — but he could be dangerous, too.
soto senses an edge to the man simmering under the surface.
an asp, sunning under thermal leaves.
he flicks his tail in a silent gesture and starts to move, one ear trained towards the interloper.
in his current condition he’s in no shape to answer.
instead, a raise of his brow. if what he said was important, he’d reiterate. if it wasn’t, he might move on.
soto weighs his options; the man’s healthy and well groomed. certainly lovelier than anything that occupies the basin currently. he could be useful — but he could be dangerous, too.
soto senses an edge to the man simmering under the surface.
an asp, sunning under thermal leaves.
he flicks his tail in a silent gesture and starts to move, one ear trained towards the interloper.
Yesterday, 02:12 PM
The stranger does not answer, nearly dismissing him. Arslan will not be ignored.
He follows the stranger at a trot, brushing their shoulder with his own as he matches their pace. He notes the scents he caught upon his approach, and momentarily questions if that may be why they have acted in such a way.
Still, he plans to persist. Until he loses interest at the very least.
He follows the stranger at a trot, brushing their shoulder with his own as he matches their pace. He notes the scents he caught upon his approach, and momentarily questions if that may be why they have acted in such a way.
Still, he plans to persist. Until he loses interest at the very least.
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