NINETEEN STARS // IRIKIAL STAVISH

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CAN I ASK YOU?

- WHERE YOU GONNA RUN TO? -

CORELIS

FALL, YEAR ONE

It had been a few weeks since the day a number of wolves had come together on the edge of a clearing, with only one clear intent in common. The event was far from the female's mind now, as she paced through endless fields of golden grass— at least, it almost seemed the same shade in the dying light. The sun cast long shadows across the grass that almost entirely swallowed half of her legs in it's height. The occasional yellow flower dotted the brown-gold color of the grass, two-toned hues occasionally straying to one and then another. Here and there the female would carefully place her steps, picking around mounds of dirt that were upturned and held tell tale scents of moist earth and rodents. 

Tall ears swiveled with the occasional rustle of dry grass or the cry of a raptor overhead. Else wise, the female paid little mind to the happenings around her, two-toned hues half-lidded as she pushed forward, relishing in the few final moments of vanishing sunlight against the fur of her back, warming the skin beneath. She'd chosen to move from the Bluebell Meadow toward the Golden Plains, in simplistic hope for a drier and warmer climate for the winter. She was, undoubtedly, in for a rough and lonely winter.

'Alone.' 

The word hung on the fringe of her subconscious like a bitter reminder of her life thus far, not that Corelis was the type to wallow in self-pity. She'd been raised properly, just because something hurt a little, didn't mean you stopped entirely and waited for someone else to pick up your slack. In the end, you could only depend on yourself. Ironically, however, the current moment saw Corelis sinking down to the ground, flopping lazily on her side to allow herself a few moment of rest in the golden light of the sun. Two-toned hues closed briefly, though her ears remained alert, listening to the wind weaving songs through the thicket of grass, or for any other sound that might bring the approach of danger— or prey.

four years — Female — heteroSEXUAL — loner — unaffiliated

RPN; ...this was not my best post, sorry!

TAGS;  Kenren ( IRIKIAL )

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

[Kenren]

For the first time in his life, Iki was free. Free to sleep when he wanted, hunt when he wanted, go where he wanted. It was the sort of freedom that had left him a little off-balance at first, actually - Joker had always talked about traveling, but not about how to do it. And of course Iki hadn't thought about that at all until he was the next territory over. Not that things had been too hard thus far - he was quite good at sleeping, and he'd been doing a lot of it. It was his little rebellion against Arastan, who had always called him a lazy little imp in a very disdainful tone. But one could only sleep for so long before their belly started griping at them enough to call for a hunt. Iki was pretty accomplished at hunting small game, enough so that he knew he was able to take care of himself. He still didn't know how varied the land was, and how prey would become scarce... but for now he was still near enough to his homeland that things were not so different. The tall grasses tickled his nose in places, and he had to fight body and soul to keep from sneezing as he creeped around, looking for a small meal. And a small meal it would be indeed - he spotted a plump, rodent-like creature on a log, seeming completely unaware of the danger. The reddish wolf crouched down, nose quivering with its musty scent. He edged up, step by step, silent as a two-year-old wolf could be. The little creature finally caught his movement, and turned to take off through the grasses. Ears pinned, Iki sprinted after it, keeping low and churning his paws in the dirt. He only had a few seconds or it would get away. His open jaws grew closer with each stride, and they covered a lot of ground - he was so focused on his prey that he didn't realize one more stride was going to send him barreling into another wolf.