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what is the colour of night?
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Ooc — Rebel
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For @Chumani - sorry for the delay  <3

Venamis had found home in a number of places yet, in his short life, he'd been unable to secure himself in any for long. Blackfeather was like a distant memory to him, though the wound left by his dispersal still felt raw. The dark woods were at the forefront of his chaotic mind that afternoon as he departed Merrick's valley to begin his ascent into the mountains once more.

There was no reason to climb as far as he did. The cold grew more biting with each unforgiving slope he scaled and daylight dwindled considerably - even the snows threatened with delicate flurry. He didn't care, though, because he was Venamis Melonii and he could conquer anything he set his sights to.

sanguine, my brother
no point in living, if you can't feel alive
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no worries m'dear!  crappy post before bed; so forgive me~ 

 The Storjford daughter had only been here roughly about a week and a half ( give or take a few days ) and it felt like an constant adventure to roam as much of the Sunspire Mountains as possible. So, the black she-wolf did a lot of traveling. Chumani knew that she needed to get the way of the land; find out what areas were safe and which areas were extremely dangerous. Chumani had stirred and rose before the sun pulled itself to hover over the eastern horizon, starting a trek from Little Goat Mountain to Shadow Mountain to the northwest. She had spent the previous night in a small cavern in the crevices of the rocky outcrop in the Little Goat Mountain, feeling a bit safer there since she had spent a lot of time running up and down the slope. 
Once the warming sun was began to set over the western horizon, the black she-wolf had come to the base of the Shadow Mountain and began to climb the broader slopes, toes widening to trek across the loosened rocks, as her thick black tail sliced through the air every couple of seconds. Chumani paced herself in a gentle stride, being extremely cautious and careful where her long, lanky limbs were placed down in front of her. After a few minutes of climbing up the slopes, her dull green eyes shifted to glance in the direction of a dark wolf; whose smokey grey pattern was similar to her own ( just in the reverse around the neck ); but, it only took a split second for her attention to not be on the road in front of her that caused the black she-wolf to lose her balance. FUCKK! She shouted, growling angrily under her breath. Her right front paw slid from underneath her, but luckily, Chumani was quick to react and caught herself just in the nick of time before her chin and the entire length of her body plummeted into the fresh blanket of snow on the ground. 
Chumani knew that she was a bit clumsy and that there was a high probability that she made herself look like a complete fool in front of the stranger as she silently took a moment to hoist herself back up, shaking her head from one side to the next as the action traveled down to the base of her tail, clearing herself off of all of the snow and debris that cloaked her blackened shade. 

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Another's obscenities drew Venamis' attention only briefly. He shifted his gaze, turned his head to look upon an unfamiliar figure who'd stumbled and come crashing down in the snow.

The boy did not stick around, having felt no concern or pull to offer aid. He simply turned his face away and carried on, not giving a shit about some stranger in unfamiliar mountains. Thankfully he detected no pursuit, and the tension in his shoulders slackened.

Comfort in solitude, as always.

sanguine, my brother