Artyom ventured further from Whitebark that morning, tracking the movement of a small herd and selfishly wishing to see more of the Teekon's vast snowy landscape. As he ventured from their forest and out onto open plains, he was reminded of frozen deserts in his faraway home.
The land was blanketed in the previous night's heavy snowfall, but the prints of travelling elk were clear to see. Artyom followed their tracks with ease, glad for the opportunity to keep his nose from working on the ground.
They had gone far, as deer often do in the cold season in their desperate search for grazing. The gilded ranger took his time on this trip, having no intention of attempting to fell such a beast on his own. He merely hoped to see them turn back in the direction of their stream, where they might settle closer to the resources it provided.
The land was blanketed in the previous night's heavy snowfall, but the prints of travelling elk were clear to see. Artyom followed their tracks with ease, glad for the opportunity to keep his nose from working on the ground.
They had gone far, as deer often do in the cold season in their desperate search for grazing. The gilded ranger took his time on this trip, having no intention of attempting to fell such a beast on his own. He merely hoped to see them turn back in the direction of their stream, where they might settle closer to the resources it provided.
February 01, 2020, 02:41 PM
With an urgency, she moved across the flat terrain, ushered by a voice which whispered puzzling, but sweet nothings into her ear in the same high, flutelike whistle as the wind. Dark lips moved as she searched, but no voice rang out over the air or even lingered within a moment's reach- as the murmurings she uttered were for her alone to hear, and need not be spoken above her silent plume of breath. She did not stride frantically in onr direction and then forsake it for another- but instead, moved with a direct sort of purpose which would be the markstone of her conviction.
As soon as she caught sight of the stranger- his coat gilded so lightly with subtle beiges- she knew she'd found who she was looking for, and called out, in a voice which was light and familiar. "There you are," She said, ranging closer. She gave him a knowing smile, and a congenial nod. She could tell he had been tracking a herd of either deer or elk- and he had that concentrated, hunter's look on his face, so she knew not to keep him long. "We've been looking for you all morning," She said, with a slight huff- satisfied that she had finally found him.
As soon as she caught sight of the stranger- his coat gilded so lightly with subtle beiges- she knew she'd found who she was looking for, and called out, in a voice which was light and familiar. "There you are," She said, ranging closer. She gave him a knowing smile, and a congenial nod. She could tell he had been tracking a herd of either deer or elk- and he had that concentrated, hunter's look on his face, so she knew not to keep him long. "We've been looking for you all morning," She said, with a slight huff- satisfied that she had finally found him.
February 07, 2020, 06:42 AM
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When a voice called out to him, Artyom turned his head to settle earthen stare on a pale face. He studied her features quietly, gaze lingering curiously on the particular marring beneath each of her mercury eyes. An odd thing, he observed, and found himself wondering after her mental wellbeing to have allowed such deliberate scarring to otherwise pretty features.
This concern intensified as she drew closer, seemingly recognising him. Gilded ears flitted backward, confused, before they pricked forward again to accompany the unsure cant of his muzzle. "We?" Artyom blinked beyond the stranger's alabaster shoulders, finding no sign of her alleged company. He even shot a fleeting glance over his own, and found no one approaching from the rear.
How very strange.
"I believe you have mistaken me for someone else," the ranger told her pointedly, "but maybe I can help?"
This concern intensified as she drew closer, seemingly recognising him. Gilded ears flitted backward, confused, before they pricked forward again to accompany the unsure cant of his muzzle. "We?" Artyom blinked beyond the stranger's alabaster shoulders, finding no sign of her alleged company. He even shot a fleeting glance over his own, and found no one approaching from the rear.
How very strange.
"I believe you have mistaken me for someone else," the ranger told her pointedly, "but maybe I can help?"
February 07, 2020, 02:29 PM
His reaction was one that Sibyl had seen many times before. He was scanning her for any signs of recognition, and panning through his memories to try and recall having met her before. Perhaps she could have prefaced their interaction differently, but she preferred to greet others, when she had an offering, and have them be a little bit off-balance. She found wolves easier to read when they were too busy trying to figure her out to put a guard up.
His attention to her pronoun was noticed as well, but went unanswered. She was well aware that when wolves looked at her, they saw only her, and she was fine with that, as it simply marked them apart as one whose third eye was closed, and one who saw. She nodded simply, in such a way to acknowledge his question without necessarily making it a pivotal point of their interaction. Of course, she was used to getting pointed questions- but she had a way of always explaining things as simply as possible, without engaging too much skepticism. And when she did- she would simply leave them to contemplate and review their beliefs.
She laughed softly as he greeted her. She appreciated that he was willing to speak with her, even though he thought she had recognized him improperly. "We are not mistaken," She said softly, even though he seemed fairly certain that she was. This was fine- it was his error, and she could not fault him for coming to that conclusion; he did not see, the way she did. "You are the one we saw," She said. Before he could wonder when she'd seen him, and what she'd seen him doing, she continued. "And we have an offering," She said, knowing that that might pique his attention.
His attention to her pronoun was noticed as well, but went unanswered. She was well aware that when wolves looked at her, they saw only her, and she was fine with that, as it simply marked them apart as one whose third eye was closed, and one who saw. She nodded simply, in such a way to acknowledge his question without necessarily making it a pivotal point of their interaction. Of course, she was used to getting pointed questions- but she had a way of always explaining things as simply as possible, without engaging too much skepticism. And when she did- she would simply leave them to contemplate and review their beliefs.
She laughed softly as he greeted her. She appreciated that he was willing to speak with her, even though he thought she had recognized him improperly. "We are not mistaken," She said softly, even though he seemed fairly certain that she was. This was fine- it was his error, and she could not fault him for coming to that conclusion; he did not see, the way she did. "You are the one we saw," She said. Before he could wonder when she'd seen him, and what she'd seen him doing, she continued. "And we have an offering," She said, knowing that that might pique his attention.
February 22, 2020, 05:11 AM
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She continued to fuel his discomfort, so much so that Artyom felt his guard hairs prickle along his sturdy shoulders. He frowned deeply at the alabaster stranger, unsure how to deal with her as she continued to insist that he "was the one they saw".
The ranger exhaled in a huof through flared nostrils, then snaked his tongue between lips to nervously smooth a whisker. With one last orick of a gilded ear, he opted to step aside. "Good luck with your search," he offered, uncertain about turning his back on the very off wolfess as he carefully turned away; he had no interest in whatever offering she allegedly had for him, "but maybe I can't help you after all." He eyed her suspiciously one last time, before making a speedy exit.
The ranger exhaled in a huof through flared nostrils, then snaked his tongue between lips to nervously smooth a whisker. With one last orick of a gilded ear, he opted to step aside. "Good luck with your search," he offered, uncertain about turning his back on the very off wolfess as he carefully turned away; he had no interest in whatever offering she allegedly had for him, "but maybe I can't help you after all." He eyed her suspiciously one last time, before making a speedy exit.
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