Sunset Valley Killer queen
All Welcome  December 02, 2019, 09:39 AM
Kiwi
Lone Wolves

The taiga was a wasteland.

At least, that was what it felt like.  Kiwi hadn't encountered a soul since coming here, and she found herself missing Yami's company even worse as days passed.  This was important, though.  She had a path chosen and she wasn't about to back out of it now.

South lay danger, she knew.  She couldn't dare show her face to that pack of murderers who had killed her mom, or her siblings that she didn't care about anyway.  With Eljay as a dad they were doubly useless anyway, and she wanted nothing to do with any of them.  She could try the coast, or the mountains maybe.  Her chances of encountering trouble would be lower.

Something about the harshness in this place spoke to her, though.  As winter fast came, the air had a hard edge to it that might explain the emptiness.  Kiwi stopped in the middle of the valley she crossed as the wind picked up, blasting through her fur.  She shivered, then smiled.  Well, nothing for it.

She sent up a howl, short and questioning.  If anyone was around, she wanted to find them.

Unless otherwise specified, Kiwi speaks primarily Trigedasleng among pack and family.
When distinction is needed, bold italics will be used.
December 02, 2019, 11:36 PM
Castor
Lone Wolves

The man is nowhere to be found, and Castor is growing hungry. Hungry, and very, very cold.
Which is why he responds to the unfamiliar call, half-hoping it is one of the friends the man had spoken of. He'd seemed very excited, and maybe a little hungry himself — so his friends must have food or something, right? Cas hopes this one does, at least. His tail starts to wag a little when he sees the dark figure, and he breaks into a slightly clumsy run, tripping on the snow here and there before he finally comes to a stumbling halt in front of her. Are you one of the man's friends? He asks immediately, looking her up and down with an unmistakably critical gaze. She's pretty small, and looks nothing like the man. Doubt tinges his tone with his second question. Do you have food?
December 03, 2019, 07:17 PM
Kiwi
Lone Wolves

It was quiet, for a while.  Kiwi sat waiting for a determined amount of time.  She figured she could continue this... eventually someone would answer, and at least then she could make her pitch.

Eventually, it turned out, was today.  A shape appeared, but as they drew closer it became clear that they were young... far younger than she'd expected.  Disappointment bit her quickly, but she hid it beneath an indifferent expression.

Her distaste at his age, clumsy approach, and eager words made her pause a beat before answering.  Kiwi had never been much for children; she didn't have much even for adults. 

Depends on who the man is, but probably not. She responded, standing up so that she could take a step back.  And no.  Are you alone?  If he was, he might not be worth pursuing. She needed warriors and hunters, not children to babysit.

Unless otherwise specified, Kiwi speaks primarily Trigedasleng among pack and family.
When distinction is needed, bold italics will be used.
December 03, 2019, 07:50 PM
Enkhtuya
Lone Wolves

I hope that y'all dont mind me hopping in here! just trying to introduce my northern girl :)

Enkhtuya had wound up here. Not exactly her kind of place, but what could she do? She had lost her people in the North after a particularly fearsome blizzard. She had wandered and wandered, wanting only to find them. By the time she realized that she was no longer in that lovely place called Alaska, she knew it was far too late to head back in the direction from which she came. It would only serve to further offset her path. She was sure there was no turning back now. Her people, her place in her clan and her past was behind her. She would no longer have years and years of cultural tradition to follow- well, she could follow it, but Tuya knew the wolves here were not like her, would not play by the rules of her land. The air here was warmer than she was ever used to; this was the place of the common tongue, of strange and unknown cultures and lifestyles. She was in the South. 

Enkhtuya found herself in a taiga. Though she did not know where her feet would lead her, she trusted that whatever path she was met with was the path she was intended to meet- the universe knew what it was doing. That is why, when a howl pierced her ears, she did not ignore it. A calling, a sign? It did not matter, the golden girl's paws were already carrying her towards the source of the sound. A dark figure, and a smaller one. Tuya figured it was likely the adult that sent the call. She was not subtle as she approached, making herself clear by getting close, and yet she kept a distance of a few yards. She could only hear the tail end of Kiwi's last words before her arrival. Though she wondered if she should leave, lest she intrude on a private conversation, she remained- standing tall and silent like a sculpture of stone as if waiting patiently to be acknowledged. 

 

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