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He'd once come down these very same forests, gaining terrain as he moved south from his ever-frozen homeland. He'd been exiled that once, stolen his birthright, ripped from his title, and sent -broken down to pieces- to build his life back up. And he'd succeeded. Keith had found a place where he'd felt he belonged, a place where he found someone with whom he knew he'd spend the rest of his days beside, and he'd vowed to never leave those things behind. But life had taken rough turns for the silver prince, and his plans of living a simple life, beside the one he loved, had been crushed back down to nothing. Twice.
This once had not been different from the last. One day Keith had awaken to find himself in a dark place, far away from the family he'd built, the family he'd loved, and regardless of the efforts he'd made to go back he was no longer in control of the vessel he now occupied only as an observer. Bane had regained the body, and with it the chance to get back to them, those he'd been forced to leave behind.
It took them a whole month to reach his destination: The Teekon Wilds. From the North he hailed, a bearish figure covered in snow emerging from the frozen, determined to recollect what belonged to him. They would receive him with arms wide open, he was sure, he'd been good to them and his love for the creatures had been pure. But to get to them he had yet to cross the winter-touched land once more. The scent of inhabitants had pulled him down to a stop, during which he'd had to choose between surrounding a rocky peak or venturing frozen lands, for crossing right through claimed territory was not an option. Being a creature of the Arctic, of course, Bane wasted no time to pick the icefield, which he faced at a slow, but steady pace.
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He'd once come down these very same forests, gaining terrain as he moved south from his ever-frozen homeland. He'd been exiled that once, stolen his birthright, ripped from his title, and sent -broken down to pieces- to build his life back up. And he'd succeeded. Keith had found a place where he'd felt he belonged, a place where he found someone with whom he knew he'd spend the rest of his days beside, and he'd vowed to never leave those things behind. But life had taken rough turns for the silver prince, and his plans of living a simple life, beside the one he loved, had been crushed back down to nothing. Twice.
This once had not been different from the last. One day Keith had awaken to find himself in a dark place, far away from the family he'd built, the family he'd loved, and regardless of the efforts he'd made to go back he was no longer in control of the vessel he now occupied only as an observer. Bane had regained the body, and with it the chance to get back to them, those he'd been forced to leave behind.
It took them a whole month to reach his destination: The Teekon Wilds. From the North he hailed, a bearish figure covered in snow emerging from the frozen, determined to recollect what belonged to him. They would receive him with arms wide open, he was sure, he'd been good to them and his love for the creatures had been pure. But to get to them he had yet to cross the winter-touched land once more. The scent of inhabitants had pulled him down to a stop, during which he'd had to choose between surrounding a rocky peak or venturing frozen lands, for crossing right through claimed territory was not an option. Being a creature of the Arctic, of course, Bane wasted no time to pick the icefield, which he faced at a slow, but steady pace.
December 13, 2016, 07:23 AM
*snags at lightning speed*
Paschar had been traveling north ever since he'd met up with his cousin down south. He wanted to explore this Teekon Wilds place, and felt safer doing so now that he knew he had a friend to rely on. Perhaps even two, if he counted the girl Emory he'd spent a night with. Now feeling more joyful having met a couple friendly faces, Char was ready to get on with his adventure. Today it took him to a wild glacier. Huge and dirty white, the ground was rugged yet slippery. Paschar wasn't exactly used to this sort of terrain, but he was trying his best as always.
The young agouti started slipping almost as soon as he'd caught himself, and within seconds he plummeted to the ground. Oof, he grunted as his narrow muzzle hit the ground, and his tooth bit into his tongue. He scrambled up as quickly as he could, and began to taste his own sweet red blood, not much but enough to make him hurt. He bent down to lap at the snow, hoping that might numb it a little, then returned to his travels with a pained mouth.
It wasn't long after that that the boy saw something moving on the icy ahead of him. It was hard to make out, and sort of resembled a mound of moving snow, but he could tell it was the silhouette of another traveler. Char paused and watched the wolf for a moment, unsure whether or not he should speak to him or not. If the male was friendly, great! He might even be able to travel with him they could keep each other warm. But if the other wasn't friendly, or even hostile, Char wouldn't exactly have anywhere to run and hide. So instead of making a decision, the poor boy just stood there and stared blankly at the other male, thinking.
one asshole coming up
sorry it took me so long to reply! [internet issues]
sorry it took me so long to reply! [internet issues]
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The wind blew wildly on his face, covering his flank with cold snow as he traversed the ice-covered field with no other company than the whistling weather. His steps were heavy and slow, never before had he slipped up in an ice-field, and today would not change the facts. He was a winter creature, built for this terrain, and determined to reach his destination. But no matter how wide and ample the land could be, the dumb ones would always choose to stand right on his path, and once again, today would not change the facts.
He was colorful for the landscape, easily recognizable from the blowing snow and the white plains, but the mountain that Bane was did not slow down, or stop his advance, for his path had been drawn right across the man's sitting position, and no matter how close, or how likely it was to collide with him Bane would continue moving, and a warning snap would be blown if the lone traveler did not clear his path.
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