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All Welcome  March 25, 2020, 07:25 PM
Astaroth
Lone Wolves


similar to forest he'd encountered rosencrantz in, this deadwood too told a story of fire and defeat. he'd never seen nor smelt destruction such as this before his entrance into the wilds, and so the inky ghoul was left both confused and yet terribly intrigued all at once. he wondered if all the burnt woodlands were somehow ravaged by the same beast, torn apart and left in ashes by a power beyond his knowledge.

slowly, he wandered through the ruined graveyard, whispers of the wind playing tricks on his ears as he passed by a set of hollow logs just barely holding themselves together. life, however minuscule it was, clung to the rotting wood in the form of moss and fungi. upon closer inspection revealed the existence of countless insects, capturing both the ebony man's attention and disgust all at once.

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March 25, 2020, 09:05 PM
Komet
Lone Wolves

He came from along the coast, where the air was thick and each breath raked down his throat. As intriguing as the ocean was at first glance the boy had decided to divert away from it; he could not swim, and did not notice anything of value beyond the dry husks of trees. The forest further afield was much more tantalyzing and it was this maze that drew from him a deep inhale. He ducked among the trees, ignorant of the forests true state of ruin.

As he drew his pale self between shadows, he took note of the budding green of spring growth which netted his path, and halted. The boy looked deerlike as he peered at his surroundings; ears up, pivoting, his body rigid while he attentively glimpsed at every shudder of the boughs. His tail was low, dragging on the earthen path, but as he stood poised and transfixed the tip twitched. Something was moving among the trees - and towards this he stared, slowly ducking his head and raising it again like a feline gauging distance.

Although he could not make out the canid shape of the other wolf, he knew someone was there.
March 26, 2020, 09:51 PM
Astaroth
Lone Wolves

his nose scrunched out of disgust as he swat away a piece of fallen bark atop the earth, though his boyish fascination for the earthworms that wiggled beneath kept him rooted in place. memories of how he used to threaten his sisters with the slimy nightcrawlers came flooding back to him, resulting in a rather mischievous smile to work it's way along his features. bugs have never been of much interest to him, though it was admittedly a bit satisfying to watch them squirm around before burying themselves again.

however no matter how enjoyable it was to watch them initially, worms were still just worms at the end of the day and the inky ghoul was quick to lose his interest in them. instead his attention turned to the whispers of the wind where the pale boy's presence was suddenly revealed. curious as to why they hadn't shown themselves yet, astaroth continued along the path he'd been following, eager to learn if his newfound company would follow, or stay put.

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March 27, 2020, 08:34 PM
Komet
Lone Wolves

The shape paused and he felt as if he were chasing his own shadow. He did not move a muscle for what felt like ages (it was several beats of his rabbit-heart and nothing more) before stooping to look down at the darkness spreading out beneath his own paws; double-checking with a glance, and up his eyes went again to trace the fleeting shape in its dispersal. He shifted slightly to give a curious pursuit and paused with one paw raised, sniffing the air in sharp little puffs. Then he began to stride again - to the spot where the shadow had initially lingered, which drew his nose and then his teeth, as the boy picked at some of the worms still nesting on the surface.

One such worm must have been burrowing quickly, for it rooted him in place despite a few tugs and twitches of his muzzle; an inaudible snap severed the worm and the boy caught what he could on his tongue, then swallowed. Sour; he grimaces and huffs at the dirt, but moves along. His steps deftly land in the same spots as the shadow's own, leaving no room for noise as he slips after the shape.
March 28, 2020, 04:01 PM
Astaroth
Lone Wolves

it was not a shadow, but rather a ghost that followed him through the ruins of a lost kingdom. the inky ghoul had only just briefly caught sight of the boy's porcelain coat while he'd stopped to pluck at the worms, the finer details of his figure going otherwise unseen. by scent alone he could tell boy was in his adolescence, and healthy for the most part despite the lack of a pack woven in his fur.

it was only after he'd drifted a few paces away did astaroth come to realize the lack of sound that followed suit. hadn't the boy been following him? his nose began to wiggle just as the wind turned on a moment's notice, providing no more help to him than his eyes or ears. curious, the inky gargoyle stopped in his tracks and turned to face the direction he'd just come from, eager to learn if the boy still followed or if he'd gone off on his own way.

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