Deepwood Weald So lovely on the eyes.
Joining  March 11, 2019, 01:46 PM
Tywyll
Lone Wolves

It had been about a month since he'd last visited home, not that he was counting. After encountering the pale stranger on the edge of the Shadewood and having a really weird reaction (ie: a low grade heart attack) Tywyll had been too worn-out to do anything besides sleep, which meant he hadn't hunted or eaten or even considered finding his way home until the snow had gotten so dense that, when he did give it a shot, he didn't know where he was going. The boy did his best to stay fed and warm until the snow began to melt, and when spring finally began to make some headway he found himself on the border of the hinterlands. Not that he was aware of his position in the wilderness; the forest was a tangle of endless odd shapes and shadowed contours.

That, and his lack of experience or training when it came to the world outside of the plateau's claim, could've explained how he'd woken up this morning in the middle of heckin' nowhere. This forest looked nothing like the sprawling composition he'd departed from, but Tywyll didn't have a mind for details; trees were trees and rocks were rocks, etcetera. He became aware of the scent of other wolves quickly enough though and that made him a little bit nervous. What if he had another episode like when he'd met that pale wolf? What if he died? His mind began to concoct various scenarios of his own demise and so he was quite distracted, falling victim to his imagination as his hungry, spider-legged self crept along the edge of the deepwood.
March 12, 2019, 05:18 PM
Nocturnal
The Melonii
Consort
She was so pregnant. A tiny but visible bump had developed and from what she could tell, or at least hoped for, there were many. Many mouths to feed and care for and have a family with. Pups ensured the future of their bloodline, of The Melonii itself, and she couldn't be more grateful to provide. The consort was peacefully minding her business when she scented someone nearby. One brow rose slightly as she followed the scent to the borders where she spotted the young charcoal man. Another friend of @Damien , perhaps?

Young man? What are you doing here? She called out to him, her tone void of emotion as always when addressing strangers. Her speckled tail was raised high up in the air, although not in a cocky fashion, and her pretty face tilted a bit to the left.

Nyx carries with her a raven named Tulugak - feel free to reference him (Bio for more info)
March 14, 2019, 02:15 PM
Tywyll
Lone Wolves

He thought he was on the trail of something tasty. Some of the trees smelled more like squirrel than others and it made his belly gurgle with anticipation. As Tywyll emerged from behind a small copse of trees he honed his attention on to one specific tree and lifted to his hind legs to investigate it; his thin body was still quite light but his hindquarters quivered as he tried to keep balanced. When a voice punctuated the moment, he was startled and went down like he had been punched. The boy hit the dirt with a yelp but was ready scrabbling to his feet - feeling the blow of the hard earth moments later, a throbbing in his narrow back.

He tried to shake it off - literally - but the twisting motion just made him aware of the ache. The boy's eyes darted around until he spotted the dark figure, yet he was not afraid. Tywyll had always been a bold little man. I'm hungry, he stated as his only clarification.
March 16, 2019, 11:03 AM
Nocturnal
The Melonii
Consort
She watched the pathetic display when Tulugak swooped down from a nearby branch upon her shoulder. He had kept his distance ever since she began showing signs of her pregnancy, but was now willing to protect her at the border. What a kind friend was behind that pesky demeanor and flesh-pulling claws.

My children will be too, soon. She responded. We do not offer our food to strangers. Winter is over, I am sure finding a meal will be easy enough when it warms up. If the boy wanted food, he should hunt or find someplace that didn't mind handing out resources. Nyx was a little more cranky than normal, so perhaps that's why she didn't immediately think of recruiting him.

Nyx carries with her a raven named Tulugak - feel free to reference him (Bio for more info)
Yesterday, 12:46 AM
Tywyll
Lone Wolves

In his short life Tywyll had never known hardship. He had never been hungry to the extent that he was willing to beg, like right now. He had never needed to sculp any of his skills, because he had a large family and there was always someone else doing the heavy lifting; if not, then there was always a full cache for him to dig up and pilfer. Similarly, he had never encountered any adult that wasn't willing to help him in some way - thus, the casual dismissal of his needs came as a shock. At first he felt the sting of the stranger's denial, and selfishly thought to himself, but I am here, right now! He didn't know what to say, or what to do, which might change the other's refusal in to an agreement. Tywyll's head tilted slightly to one side (like those videos of puppies listening to music), one batty ear turned to catch her voice until there was nothing, and it was up to him to decide the next move.

Tywyll hadn't paid much attention to the plateau's borders either, so he didn't know what the proper protocol was for people like him. How did the adults handle strangers that utilized similar pleas? The boy could only frown - he had no idea, so he resorted to protesting with a whine, But -- but where? I'm hungry now. What about -- he took a step closer to her, his eyes bright with expectation, what about a cache? I won't eat it all, he promised, really, he would leave something! But maybe that wasn't enough?

The boy's mind slowly formed some kind of plan, and whatever she said as a response would be cut short by his next words: I'll replace what I eat! Or um, I'll double it? He didn't sound so certain of himself now but his expression was still shining with hope.