Fog laid across the valley, morning air crisp with the scent of freshly deposited snow. Winter was bitter, and Annaliese was expecting it for seemingly the first time. Being born in the winter had left her little memories of the cold, huddling close to her mother and siblings. Now, she was on her own, in a world unknown. Daredevil, survivalist; her family likely thought her foolish.
Hunter’s Slope offered her little, however, except a cushioned life she did not want. Her potentials were elsewhere. Regrets and doubts were thrown aside; the hunger in her stomach ignored.
Ears perked forward, the rose strode forth in the snow covered valley. Her head high, fighting against the wind as her fur swept from one direction to another.
Hunter’s Slope offered her little, however, except a cushioned life she did not want. Her potentials were elsewhere. Regrets and doubts were thrown aside; the hunger in her stomach ignored.
Ears perked forward, the rose strode forth in the snow covered valley. Her head high, fighting against the wind as her fur swept from one direction to another.
February 16, 2019, 06:45 PM
Anargul was utterly indifferent about the cold and the snow around her. She’d lived too long and experienced too many winters to care about such things anymore. If the cold claimed her and she died, there would be nothing she could do about it, so why bother caring? She trudged along, shivering in the wind. When she saw the red speck up ahead, she focused on it. It was the only bit of color in this valley of white, so she used it as a landmark. As she came closer, she realized it was a wolf.
She found her lips curling at the thought of interacting with another wolf. There was a reason she was alone out here instead of curled up in a pack somewhere. She’d had one too many bad experiences with those of her kind and had become a loner to avoid having to deal with them. But luck was not on her side today. She refused to turn around and head another direction. She’d come too far now. She’d have to keep moving towards the bright red wolf whose shape was becoming clearer and clearer as she drew closer. She gave a short snapping bark to let the woman know she was being followed and left the greeting at that.
She found her lips curling at the thought of interacting with another wolf. There was a reason she was alone out here instead of curled up in a pack somewhere. She’d had one too many bad experiences with those of her kind and had become a loner to avoid having to deal with them. But luck was not on her side today. She refused to turn around and head another direction. She’d come too far now. She’d have to keep moving towards the bright red wolf whose shape was becoming clearer and clearer as she drew closer. She gave a short snapping bark to let the woman know she was being followed and left the greeting at that.
February 17, 2019, 01:37 AM
‘Twas an early morning to be wandering out and about. The lone fae has been traveling non-stop, no certain destination or plan. Winter times are mostly harsh to travel when the lera is scarce and hidden. Just like any lone varg, one will always find a way to keep going. Hanako came to a halt, her soft hazel hues looking around in the foggy, cold atmosphere. Blankets of snow covering the terrain floor. She was looking for any signs of movements and sounds from any smaller animals that could be hiding nearby that she could lure on for breakfast. A soft frost of sigh escaped from the fae’s maw and slowly paces on in the snow of the valley.
As Hanako kept going onward in the snow, her muzzle picked up fresh scents of vargs that was near. Her crania turned a side, followed where the scents were coming from. At a far distance before her, she catches sight of two other faes. One of them appears to be young; a yearling with a coat of red, easily spotted. The other one, who appears to be older was a mixture of grays of brown with white. She lowered her lean frame, sitting back upon her haunches and curls her black tail up beside her on the snowy floor. Hanako kept her distance as she observed them momentarily.
As Hanako kept going onward in the snow, her muzzle picked up fresh scents of vargs that was near. Her crania turned a side, followed where the scents were coming from. At a far distance before her, she catches sight of two other faes. One of them appears to be young; a yearling with a coat of red, easily spotted. The other one, who appears to be older was a mixture of grays of brown with white. She lowered her lean frame, sitting back upon her haunches and curls her black tail up beside her on the snowy floor. Hanako kept her distance as she observed them momentarily.
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