Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 18:15:08 GMT -5
atervis!
When Atervis had first arrived on Sharktooth Island, the black brute had found himself on a large expanse of white sand, his muscles aching and his mind tired from the swim across the sea. His limbs needled with fatigue and his throat burned with thirst. He could recall lying there, head in the warm sand as the surf hungrily lapped at his tail and back legs, sides rising and falling with soft breaths. He'd remained like that for a while; soaking in the sun and allowing the evening breeze to roll over his still, soaked form. Back then, he'd been a fair bit weaker than he was now, but he'd still been in good shape from his travels across the main land. But he couldn't resist the call from Sharktooth— couldn't resist the idea of complete isolation.
As he'd lain there, he'd waited with the expectation, in the back of his mind, that a pack would come soon. He's be berated with questions, run from the land, perhaps killed. Surely, someone here had claimed this land for themselves? But the longer the day stretched, the more apparent it seemed that the rumors were true. The wolves that did live here did so without order and did so in peace. He could recall forcing himself to his feet, finally, though initially stumbling in the soft sand as his paws sunk into it. Gaining a better feel for the ground beneath his feet, the young male had pushed forward, deciding to follow the coast toward the east for a short while.
And so he did, occasionally heading up shore into the brush on a few accounts that the beach would become rocky and the island would drop off in drastic cliffs, of which he warily walked on the ledge of, giving himself enough room to not tumble from unpredictable earth. He was tired, so tired, but he still pressed on, curiosity and numbness setting in as the sun set on the horizon and the moon rose, no doubt with the intent of drawing the tide further out. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but when he rounded a sharp, tall series of rocks, finding his feet on soft sand yet again, brilliant crimson were met with a rising, shifting glow of cerulean.
He'd stood there, breathless and in awe, watching the waves roll in, carrying what seemed like thousands of little stars on it's surface, all of which seemed to stitch together and made it almost seem as if the water itself was a glowing mass of beautiful blue. Atervis had grown more curious then, taking slow steps forward until the curious blue phenomena was swirling around his ankles and lighting his underbelly aglow from the reflected light. He'd remained all night, retreating up the beach to watch the lighted waves roll out with the tide gradual over time, before starting their journey back up toward the beach again. It was an extensive process that took most of the night, and he'd been at ease there, watching.
The feeling didn't escape him, not even now, three years later. The last time he'd bothered to come out here was a long time ago, and it was not alone. He'd been the first to expose Prier to this side of the island, the first to see her rush for the thousands of lights, chasing them. He'd never known of the spiritual belief before Chiyo had rambled it to him later down the road, but then it was enough, seeing the pup more excited that she'd ever been before— and he hadn't had the strength to return until now. It stirred him, sitting there, watching the blue lights dance across the surface of the water, that knot tightening painfully in his throat. His jaw tightened briefly as the words in the legend danced in the back of his mind.
This particular thread is based around the old Sharktooth legend regarding the idea that the stars in the sky of Somerset are the souls of Wolves that have moved onto the afterlife and that are looking after those down below. The bio-luminescent plankton in the water of Purgatory Reef is obviously not visible to the wolves aside from the light blue glow they give off— almost like millions of little stars (or 'souls') that have either fallen from the sky, come to visit, or never made it up. (Which of these your wolf believes is up to you, or if not at all.) This thread should help with character and pack development, allowing wolves to share stories passed down through their families of what they believe the stars above (and below) to be. Have fun and feel free to participate, Stormbourne!
As he'd lain there, he'd waited with the expectation, in the back of his mind, that a pack would come soon. He's be berated with questions, run from the land, perhaps killed. Surely, someone here had claimed this land for themselves? But the longer the day stretched, the more apparent it seemed that the rumors were true. The wolves that did live here did so without order and did so in peace. He could recall forcing himself to his feet, finally, though initially stumbling in the soft sand as his paws sunk into it. Gaining a better feel for the ground beneath his feet, the young male had pushed forward, deciding to follow the coast toward the east for a short while.
And so he did, occasionally heading up shore into the brush on a few accounts that the beach would become rocky and the island would drop off in drastic cliffs, of which he warily walked on the ledge of, giving himself enough room to not tumble from unpredictable earth. He was tired, so tired, but he still pressed on, curiosity and numbness setting in as the sun set on the horizon and the moon rose, no doubt with the intent of drawing the tide further out. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but when he rounded a sharp, tall series of rocks, finding his feet on soft sand yet again, brilliant crimson were met with a rising, shifting glow of cerulean.
He'd stood there, breathless and in awe, watching the waves roll in, carrying what seemed like thousands of little stars on it's surface, all of which seemed to stitch together and made it almost seem as if the water itself was a glowing mass of beautiful blue. Atervis had grown more curious then, taking slow steps forward until the curious blue phenomena was swirling around his ankles and lighting his underbelly aglow from the reflected light. He'd remained all night, retreating up the beach to watch the lighted waves roll out with the tide gradual over time, before starting their journey back up toward the beach again. It was an extensive process that took most of the night, and he'd been at ease there, watching.
The feeling didn't escape him, not even now, three years later. The last time he'd bothered to come out here was a long time ago, and it was not alone. He'd been the first to expose Prier to this side of the island, the first to see her rush for the thousands of lights, chasing them. He'd never known of the spiritual belief before Chiyo had rambled it to him later down the road, but then it was enough, seeing the pup more excited that she'd ever been before— and he hadn't had the strength to return until now. It stirred him, sitting there, watching the blue lights dance across the surface of the water, that knot tightening painfully in his throat. His jaw tightened briefly as the words in the legend danced in the back of his mind.
'...it's called Purgatory reef for a reason. Legend says these are the souls of the avenged. These are the souls of wolves whom never found their way to the sky. Destined to roll in and out on the surf, never to join their family up above...'
Was she out there, alone? Could she see him now, watching her, a shadow of the wolf he'd been when he'd had her? That tightening feeling in the hollow of his check swelled and his breath caught. He wasn't going to do this to himself. This wasn't why he was here. This was a portion of the island that the pack shared; this was a history that belonged to them all. Without a second thought, Stormbourne's Alpha raised his large head, jaw loosening slightly as black lips parted, a summoning howl lifting from his throat, one that started soft with emotion but grew steadily stronger and without feeling. This call was toward those in Stormbourne as an invitation, something not unlike the pack. They did often come together in various points of the island on nights like tonight, and with the preparation for what could come with Winter, Stormbourne deserved a break, and they would have one.
When his howl had ceased, Atervis remained still for a moment, casting a thoughtful glance across the water before lowering himself down, laying against the cool sand. The night was still warm with the occasional chilled wind, but it was nothing toward the black coat that the Alpha sported, and did little. Large ears swivled with the noises of surrounding trees, and a curt nod of greeting was given in response to the wolves that did appear, given time, before he went back to staring across the water.
notes;
This thread takes place at the end of Autumn, year one. It is open to all members of Stormbourne and you are free to join as you please, so long as your character (In character timeline wise) was in Stormbourne, and so long as the thread is posted and open. There is no posting order, just please do your best to respond as frequently as possible (Basically don't let the thread go two days without a response or it'll drag on forever and ever.). This will be one of many Stormbourne pack threads that will promote pack functions and will help players get a feel for the overall theme and workings of the pack. This particular events is one that is casual, mostly based on pack relations. Over time, there will be other sorts of 'events' to take place like this one.This particular thread is based around the old Sharktooth legend regarding the idea that the stars in the sky of Somerset are the souls of Wolves that have moved onto the afterlife and that are looking after those down below. The bio-luminescent plankton in the water of Purgatory Reef is obviously not visible to the wolves aside from the light blue glow they give off— almost like millions of little stars (or 'souls') that have either fallen from the sky, come to visit, or never made it up. (Which of these your wolf believes is up to you, or if not at all.) This thread should help with character and pack development, allowing wolves to share stories passed down through their families of what they believe the stars above (and below) to be. Have fun and feel free to participate, Stormbourne!
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