The Sentinels for the soul is dead that slumbers
February 08, 2019, 07:20 PM
Marruz
Associate
laissez le bon temps rouler! @Percival

It had been farther than the boy had originally intended, but the trek sufficed in pacifying his hunger for movement; for change. He had only ever heard of the Sentinels but once before, and it had been a recent affair with little spoken in the way of descriptive imagery. Nevertheless, he was piqued enough to see for himself the true state of these mysteriously ravaged trees.

Dead and inert before him, the fallen conifers were an eery sight in the gathering twilight. Rings of ash and soot adamantly sifted grey into Marruz's ebony coat. For once, his single grey sock did not appear so disruptive adjacent to his otherwise jet-black exterior.

The absence of tree limbs - worrying and fussy and prone to knotting as they were - was the ultimate reason he had arrived. He had not, it appeared, been disappointed. And so, with a contented sigh, the stargazer lifted indigo and ink orb toward the great serene. What, he wondered, might be different today? It was this constant change that he loved most about the constellations. That, and the stories they provided.


ابن النجوم
"son of the stars"
February 11, 2019, 12:34 PM
Percival
Lone Wolves

@Chai, assuming she's near

It seemed his path back to Shadewood was a bit...off, nevertheless he didn't mind the journey taking longer than he'd anticipated. The salty air pinched at his already stinging nose, yet it provided a refreshing breeze that his sore muscles definitely reveled in.

His glowing baby-blue eyes gazed upon the wide sky with reverence, he was reminded of the night he meant the coffee colored girl when she had unexpectedly walked in on him singing to the stars. So caught up in the glimmering lights he didn't notice a shadow amongst the dark Sentinel and was shocked when he found himself standing a few feet from a young silhouette, similarly admiring the twinkling sky.

He chuffed in greeting and took a few steps back, worried of coming off too forwardly as he had done twice already with practical strangers.
February 12, 2019, 12:35 PM
Marruz
Associate
Marruz had heard the wolf long before the subtle greeting. He had locked his indigo and Stygian upon the dark serene with a glint of apprehension at the notion. This was, after all, an unfamiliar territory — a place where you didn't just keep your back turned and get away with your flank in tact.

Instead, he angled himself slightly so that the stranger was visible in his peripherals. His ears picked up heavier pawsteps; perhaps a smidgen of timidity as they drew closer (that or soreness). He would have addressed the brute sooner had he not noticed the aloofness of the approach. This was no hostile creature.

But, Marruz was a reticent boy. He just didn't speak first, or hardly ever did. Thus, his only response was to sniff and shift his stance warily. The stars were just taking form, and they visibly captured his primary interest.


ابن النجوم
"son of the stars"
February 14, 2019, 02:41 PM
Chai
Lone Wolves

The young female stuck close, allowing Atticus to lead the way. He knew the path to Shadewood better than she. In fact, she hadn't a clue what the place looked like. But from it's name alone, she had a sure guess that it was some type of forest...likely heavily shadowed. She'd find out for herself when they arrived, and ultimately, if she'd be joining their band. She wasn't opposed to pit stops; she welcomed them, taking every chance she had to rest her legs, wet her tongue, and if lucky, fill her belly.

The whiff of salt in the air told her that they were near the coastline. But she could not see it. Out of reach, it teased her nose as she instead, picked her way carefully through the maze of fallen trees. Her icy eyes scanned them, lingering on the ashy remains. Her guess was that a fire, at one point had spread here. She couldn't be sure. At least with the canopy clear, the view of the cold night sky and it's stars spread gloriously above her.

Having been content to walk in silence, she stopped upon noting the change in Atticus' posture. Seconds later, as he had done, her eyes zeroed in on the dark stranger. She hung back, tail relaxed but rust ears pricked attentively.  She offered no sound, only an inquisitive lift of her head as she paced to the right, trying to read his next possible move.
February 14, 2019, 11:48 PM
Marruz
Associate
So there were two of them. Great. Well, it was time to get this show on the road. That meant changing things up. Perhaps he did speak first every once and a while.

Marruz realized that this situation had become unavoidable now. It was evident that the two were curious and it was evident that he was completely alone, without protection, in the midst of a pair of fully matured wolves. His ebony frame glitched when he finally turned, casting an almost withering glow upon the quiet strangers. Indeed, he had hoped for a night by himself beneath the stars, though recently it seemed that the Teekon was void of true solitude.

"Please say you've come to watch the stars and not ambush me," the boy's tone was mildly humored, mildly tart. "The way you're sneaking up like that, it's difficult to keep my mind on the stars, you see." 


ابن النجوم
"son of the stars"