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Post by Heika on Nov 20, 2017 13:29:33 GMT -5
[googlefont="Lato:400;Raleway:400;"] do i dare, disturb the universe?
[attr="class","didtext"] Iiona had never seen a storm come on with such intensity and speed. Before the pack had a chance to react, the hurricane had already engulfed them within its furious throes. Buffeted by icy shards of rain and gusts that nearly blew them off their feet, the pack had hurried to take shelter in Leif’s Cavern. They had realized all too late that the isolated tunnels were a double-edged blade; just as the caves provided them safety from the storm, so would they function as an apt mausoleum.
“And there was no warning from Lupe or Rannock?” Iiona asked the Shaman as she sat in the entrance to the tunnels, watching as the storm felled another tree in the forest sprawled below them. “No sign, no hint, nothing?”
Aelyx shook his head solemnly. Hunched over miserably, he had never looked so small, so fragile. His once handsome black pelt had grown ragged and thin, splotches of sickly grey completely overtaking his muzzle and creeping up along his spine. Once, he had towered over her in both stature and wisdom, and she had looked to him with wide eyes and an eager grin for he had all the answers. Why did the fish never just swim away? Do flies ever sleep? How could you tell the difference between dolphins and sharks? Her questions were endless, and he patiently answered each and every one. But, they had both grown old. Gone was the rosy-eyed pup who spent days trotting along at his heels and eating up his every word. Gone was the stately wolf she had seen as mentor and father and respected beyond measure. Now, Iiona’s curiosity had run dry, and the only questions she had left were those Aelyx couldn’t answer, and it was he who turned to her with a beseeching expressing. His once beautiful blue and brown eyes had lost their glassy shine. Clouded and lost, they searched for justification and absolution and everything Iiona would have given him in a heartbeat if she could.
Powerless, she leaned into him, hoping to offer him comfort with her warmth where her words had failed her. But the sharpness of his shoulder and the stark protrusion of his ribs scared her, for she had felt that before, had curled up against another wolf’s side and felt him deteriorate in her paws, and she could not stand it. Not so soon. Not again. Choking down the uncomfortable knot in her throat, Iiona drew away and padded away from the entranceway. Her fur was damp and cold from the misty air, but there was no room to shake it out in the tunnels, so she bore with it, took the discomfort and pushed it away for good as she did with so many of her problems. “Come,” she called over her shoulder, “let’s return to the others.”
Obediently, Aelyx fell in line behind her, and they climbed down the slope, two defeated wolves balancing the weight of the world and its future between them.
When she reached the main cave, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness that surrounded them. Her pack mates milled restlessly along the edges of the cavern. Small groups talked quietly amongst themselves, paying no mind to her arrival, a decision Iiona was grateful for; if they had surrounded her, begged her for a ray of hope to keep their spirits going, she wasn’t sure she had the strength to maintain the farce. Truth was, storms like this had a habit of hanging around for a week or more, and a fair share of dangers lingered even after the rain was gone. The pack would be trapped in here like sitting ducks for a while, and that meant rationing what few stores of food they had stashed away and conserving their energy for when they’d finally be able to roam the expanses of their territory once again.
Pulling off to the sidelines, Iiona scanned the cave for any sign of the two other members of her council. It was imperative they figure out a long-term plan now. They had not hit rock bottom just yet; the worst was still coming.
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Post by Kenren on Nov 20, 2017 16:48:45 GMT -5
She needs wide open spaces Room to make her big mistakes
Was it altogether too strange to say that Azain was quite happy with their situation? It was selfish, and perhaps a little bit of an exaggeration, but it was true that this was already the most pleasant storm she'd weathered. In the past, she and her small family had fought to find high ground, huddling miserably behind rocks and fallen trees. At least, as far as she remembered. It had only been one storm, and she had been young. But she remembered being terrified, crying, and her mother's voice attempting to soothe in the gale. All for naught, of course, because how do you convince a child that the sky isn't falling?
So, by comparison, the pack all together in the cave was actually pleasant for her. She loved the sound of voices muttering all around her, filling the quiet and distracting from the far-sounding ruckus outside. She loved being able to see them all, count them all, know they were all here. Safe, and warm.
The yearling hummed, rubbing her paws absently on the rock floor. The biggest downside was the disconnect she felt with the earth while inside the dimly-lit caverns. Since she'd gained power from Chaos, she'd become much more in-tune with the earth, the plants, the networks of tiny systems webbing infinitely beneath her feet. She might be sloppy and horrible at fishing, too impatient and constantly disappointing Salome, but at least with her somewhat useless power she seemed to have an affinity. It was something small she could be proud of, at least. She just needed to find a way to make use of it in a way the pack could acknowledge.
Her eyes slid up to Iiona's return with bright curiosity, missing, as usual, the incredible tension she brought with her. She'd been itching - was still itching - to go to the mouth of the cavern and watch the storm brutalize the island from above. She didn't feel the dread she should about it. She optimistically believed everything would bounce back easily, and didn't have the experience to think of the consequences and hardships that were to come. Perhaps, because of that, she was the luckiest one in the room.
Well, sort of. She still felt like an outsider here, though her cheeriness wouldn't have given any indication of it. There weren't other children about (not that she saw herself as such), and the older wolves were all very busy. Even in these situations, the ones that would give her the time of day were in deep conversation. Or perhaps avoiding her. Or both.
Well, if Iiona wasn't meeting up front anymore, there should be no problem... Quietly, Azain started motion toward the incline that would take her to the mouth of the cave.
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Post by Lexx on Nov 20, 2017 21:56:11 GMT -5
The storm had only built itself up higher on the horizon of Sharktooth since Naiad and Salome had left the beach. The wind, already terrible, grew fiercer, until walking in it became a powerful strain. Naiad had been confused by the wolves’ general hesitance to move to a more sheltered part of the island, especially as the storm began to break around them; they had mulled around, speaking in low voices, looking nearly as confused as she. At last, the pack moved into a series of caves to weather the storm, and she’d slunk behind them, in the place of a probationary member. There were two others by her as she walked—a larger, silver-gray male that seemed distinctly battleworn, and a younger, smaller she-wolf with earthy gray-brown fur and lively blue-green eyes. She gazed curiously at them every now and again, wondering if they, too, could be on probation, but did not have the bravery to speak to them. The wolves settled to wait out the storm, grumbling and sighing and shaking out their rain-saturated coats. Iiona stood far above her wolves, near the cave mouth, speaking to a dark, elderly male in what seemed to be a grave manner. This, Naiad remembered, was the pack shaman, who had tended her wound with island plants—some familiar to the mainland, some foreign. Naiad shivered against the damp rock wall, near the young she-wolf she’d been near earlier. She was near the tunnel’s edge, and could see the light at the other end, along with Iiona. Salome wasn’t with her, but then, Naiad reasoned, she wouldn’t need her lead fisher for a hurricane. Naiad forced herself to not untangle all the aching things that had knotted up inside her heart, because this wasn’t the place or the time. She refused to think about Salome or about Chaos. Instead, she tried to look calmly around and take in her potential new packmates, who were all deliberately ignoring her—or eying her with clear distrust. Her eyes kept returning to Iiona, and the wolf by her side. There was grief there, Naiad thought, in the way Iiona kept her face turned away from her pack, and in the way the black wolf looked beseechingly to her, as if she could calm the storm. Iiona embraced him, and then they drew away from the entrance and returned to the . Immediately, Naiad dropped her eyes to the cave floor, and the wolves passed her by. Only for the small she-wolf near Naiad to stand and move, sneakily, past Naiad and up the incline to the cave’s mouth. Naiad stood as well, watching the she-wolf in disbelief. Where could she possibly be going? The island was being torn apart by the storm—she couldn’t possibly be leaving for a pleasant walk outside the caverns. She thought, then, of how she’d gone down to the shore just for the joy of seeing the stormy ocean, and felt her ears go hot with shame. With a nervous glance behind her, Naiad slipped quietly up after the younger wolf. Even if the wolves of Sharktooth didn’t care if their probationary wolves were present, Naiad was determined to make sure she stayed out of trouble. "speaking" |
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Post by Ray on Nov 21, 2017 3:49:00 GMT -5
Inclement weather on the mainland, though always awe-inspiring and devastating, had never been nearly as all-consuming to Halcyon as the way the oncoming hurricane had hit Sharktooth Island.
Blizzards in the North where he hailed from would advance in a veritable wall of icy cold, sounding just as they looked - a heavy, oppressing white that blocked out sound and sight to mute all one's senses, with the numbing cold only serving to take away yet more of a wolf's consciousness. One would withdraw into themself in the center of this blank cold silence and settle down out of the worst of the wind to wait out the snowstorm. He had done this alone for many a blizzard, hunkering down in abandoned fox holes that he would barely have time to shove himself into before the worst of the storm hit.
But the torrential hurricane that engulfed Sharktooth's tropical forest in its insistent downpour seemed to soak the island right to its ancient roots, drenching every creature through their pelt no matter its thickness, straight down to their very bones. Gale-force winds tore at the foliage like the great jaws of angry gods, ripping ferns and shrubs free like weeds, the loamy ground churned into a muddy swamp by the pounding rain. Palm trees that lined the beach thrashed in the storm as if in agony, and perhaps they were - but that was nothing compared to the sight and sound of massive old trees, unable to take the constant weight of so much displaced water and wind, groaning and cracking as they crashed to the ground. The forest that had so enraptured Halcyon his first few weeks on the island had turned from a lush green paradise to tumultous gray wreckage, loose branches and rocks everywhere as the terrain ran with endless streams of rainwater gone brown with topsoil and silt.
The pack was now gathered within the deep tunnels of Leif's Cavern which Iiona had showed to him briefly not so long ago - he still remembered in a brief flash Iiona's shoulder pressed to his side for just a second as she brushed past him to leave the cave, and the shiver that had surged over his body like a wave - and Halcyon stood apart from the main throng of wolves to the side of the main cavern near a craggy wall, a small distance from the entrance tunnel where the tiniest beams of gray light filtered in like mist. Just outside the entrance the rain still thundered down and the gusty wind still howled like a devastated mother mourning her lost litter, but for now the pack was safe within the embrace of the mountain.
Surrounded by so many unfamiliar scents, Halcyon couldn't help but feel slightly unsettled. Though he had spent a while on the island by now under Iiona's probationary period and had even met several of the pack's more open members while finding his footing, he had never been fully introduced to the majority of them. He also knew that the pack was not particularly open to accepting new members, which did nothing but heighten his discomfort - after years of spending his life wandering and pointedly avoiding other packs, it was still difficult to reconcile himself with being around so many wolves at the same time, and now they were all forced by the storm to exist in the same small space together. Granted, the caverns were extensive and seemed to extend far into the depths of the mountain, but all the same Halcyon felt vaguely on edge. Nevertheless, the pack had been relatively calm so far, and Halcyon was sure he could handle the situation provided it kept going like this.
Though his vision was not the best especially in such dark, Halcyon managed to locate Iiona (mostly by smell) as she returned to the main cave with another wolf that he recognised as the pack's elderly shaman. On top of those scents there were also two that stood out - they did not carry the distinctive group scent of a member of the Sharktooth Island pack, and Halcyon could only guess they were newcomers like him. The owners of those scents seemed to be heading in the direction from whence Iiona had just come in, and a shard of Halcyon's attention was paid to them before he focused back on Iiona. He was determined not to be a hindrance to her and as such did not approach for fear of getting in the way - or worse, giving off the wrong impression of their relationship to her pack members. They were important to her - for of course, she was the Alpha of this pack, and they were literally her life. Her presence did grant him reassurance - the discomfort he had been feeling was bleeding away slowly - but the state of her pack was much, much more important than his emotional wellbeing for the moment.
So Halcyon waited at the edge of the group as he had been doing, though his ears were alert, and he stood ready to offer any assistance if it was needed. After all, intruders were always the most expendable, and he had offered to serve, back on his very first day. NOTES ; lol fml I promise I will keep to short posts after this one
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Post by Lirriel on Nov 21, 2017 10:25:47 GMT -5
[googlefont=Montserrat] [attr="class","sin"] [attr="class","sin2"] [attr="class","sin3"]Beware, beware, be skeptical [attr="class","sin4"]Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold [attr="class","sin5"]Some time after Naiad and he had returned to the main bulk of the pack, a singular thought had been swirling within Salome’s head, a raging, shrieking thought that battled against the cries of destruction as the hurricane stooped over their island.
”I will kill that doddering old fool.”
For all that his head might have been stuffed with pup fluff earlier, riding high once more on the dream Naiad had so gently pushed beneath his breastbone, he had not been so far gone that he could not realize the consequences of a failed forewarning.
Without time to gather supplies, they were stuck with limited rations. In addition, there were three new mouths to feed, further shrinking the number of days everyone would receive a meal – he had already realized that if the storm continued to sit upon them, sooner or later someone would be forced to venture out in search of food.
Beyond that – well, he knew something of hurricanes. Knew something of the destructive power they held when sat within a bay of warm water, continuously fueled to spin faster, more furiously, throwing up storm surge, ripping down trees. As a pup, he could remember, he had come face-to-face with one of the tallest trees on the island, crashed across a river – he could remember a naturally-formed bridge fallen in upon itself, pummeled to submission by the water. He could remember many things, and none of them foretold an inhabitable island.
One day was manageable. Two days would see the coastal forests swept aside. Three days, their pack grounds would be plunged underwater. Four days – he had never seen a hurricane stand over the island for three days, much less four. Beyond was incomprehensible.
But, he argued against himself, there was no guarantee the hurricane would retain full strength beyond the first day – cold waters drawn from the mainland could enfeeble it, remind it of when it had just been scattered winds and sloshing water.
Salome could not fight a storm. But he could vent his rage, his frustration, his helplessness, on the old man who had been unable to see this darkness coming.
Compared to most of his packmates, fur slickened flat against their backs, he was surprisingly pristine – but that was Salome, one who cared for appearances, who wore his looks as if they were armor. He flashed his fangs as Iiona and Aelyx returned from the mouth of the cave, and those nearest him sidled away – it was not a look of joy.
He waited for them to plunge into the mass of the milling, displaced wolves, and he slunk after them. He purposely approached from Iiona’s front, his expression carefully neutral as he drew near.
“Isn’t this a cozy situation,” he said, voice exaggeratedly relaxed, as if this was some vacation Iiona had forced them upon. “I’m so glad our shaman hasn’t received word of any unexpected storms. I’d hate for it to rain on this lovely day.”
His voice sharpened like a knife, driven straight toward the shaman. Seeing the old wolf up close did nothing but disgust him – he had almost lost Naiad, and Iiona was in danger of losing members of her pack, dependent upon how long the storm trapped them within this crypt. To say nothing of their home – but he had already written off the island; it was a lost cause, and the fishers would be useless until their prey returned to the sea-ravaged waters.
Salome snorted, already disgusted with the shaman’s mistake. He had considered it a conscious decision for all of a moment – but Aelyx held no ambition, and ruining the island would not help usurpers; in the aftermath of disasters, even the smallest of victories from a leader was enough to vaunt them into a beloved and wise ruler. No, this was the old wolf’s mistake – plain and simple. And Salome would have him pay, if Iiona was unwilling.
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Post by Heika on Nov 21, 2017 17:34:13 GMT -5
[googlefont="Lato:400;Raleway:400;"] do i dare, disturb the universe?
[attr="class","didtext"] All too soon, Iiona found a familiar pair of acid green eyes approaching her, narrowed as they honed in on their target. Mildly, she was aware of another figure creeping across the cavern in the direction of the main entrance, but that was not her main concern. Trusting that no wolf would be so daft as to run headlong into the storm that raged outside, Iiona focused on Salome’s lithe silhouette as he stalked closer. Even in the oppressive darkness, his eyes still gleamed with an internal fire, and, for a second, she had assumed that Salome was here to taunt her as per usual. It was not until he was just a few feet away that she realized his attention was not direction at her, but rather at Aelyx. By then, it was already too late.
“Isn’t this a cozy situation. I’m so glad our shaman hasn’t received word of any unexpected storms. I’d hate for it to rain on this lovely day.”
Defenseless, the Shaman bowed his head, ears flattening against his skull as his tail hung limp between his legs. Iiona waited a second to see if he would respond, even though she should have known that he would not. Aelyx had always been his own harshest critic, and for good reason; he had not chosen this life for himself, had not had to work to claw his way up from the bottom like so many of his peers. From the beginning, his future had been secured. He was god-touched, blessed with mismatched eyes that were proof of his holiness, and no one had argued against it. For how could they doubt their gods’ will? However, lately, Aelyx’s eyes had lost their light, were no longer as pale and clear as Iiona remembered them to be. In the caves, they appeared pitch black even, and there was nothing differentiating the Shaman from anyone else, save for his motley grey pelt.
“Enough, Salome,” Iiona cautioned him, though her warning lacked much of its usual strength. She could not truly rebuke him, not when his words reflected the thoughts of every single wolf in that cave, not when they mirrored those swirling about in her own mind. “Aelyx cannot force Lupe and Rannock to reveal the future if they do not wish to. There is no point in dwelling on the past. It will be a wiser investment of our time to focus on how to proceed from here.” For the most part, she kept her voice quiet. Already, nearby wolves had sat up anxiously, unsure of whether or not the hostile interaction would escalate to a point where it would be dangerous for everyone involved. Iiona had to reverse the effects of Salome’s thinly veiled insinuation, had to contain his indignation so that it did not infect the rest of the pack. So, she purposefully raised her volume at the last sentence, not so much that it sounded forced, but enough that the wolves that had reacted earlier were able to hear it. Already, they were settling back on their haunches. Though her words offered little evidence that there was any real reason to relax, the wolves were willing to accept just about anything if it promised that they still had even the faintest bit of control over the situation. Lost sheep, they relied on their shepherd for guidance, and would follow her as her stalwart companions through even the bleakest of nights.
“Let’s go,” she beckoned, inclining her muzzle in the direction of a tunnel that branched away from the main cavern and would eventually end at a smaller cave. “There is much to be discussed.”
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Post by Kenren on Nov 21, 2017 21:49:59 GMT -5
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Unchecked, the girl crept up the incline to the flattened entrance of the cave, and it was more than the whipping wind that stole her breath away. It was utter destruction below, now that the storm had truly rolled in, and she could hardly believe the same corrosive scene below was her pristine island. Oh, how different it was from above! The palms bent dangerously with every gust, the wind pushing them to their limits, and some succumbed to the pressure. Most, however, resiliently refused to break. She felt an odd pride, even though this whole situation was altogether horrible. The island wouldn't break. The pack wouldn't break. They would be okay.
But she couldn't deny she was worried. Somewhere, out in the wilderness far below her, her parents were seeking shelter. Seeking high ground. She'd wanted so badly to get away from them, and she didn't regret her decision in the least, but she still couldn't help the inherent worry curling in her gut. They were okay. They'd made it before, they'd make it now. She took a deep breath of humid, turbulent air, and just barely held in the urge to scream into the gale.
Movement behind her caused her to turn, distracted almost immediately from her own thoughts. It was the female, the new one. Well, another new one. From the outside, not from the island as Azain was, but equally new to the pack. Immediately her interest had a single focus, and her tail waved in greeting. "Hi!" she greeted brightly, a speck of optimism in the back-breaking storm. She took a few steps away from the cave's mouth toward the pale female, blue eyes meeting lilac. Truthfully she knew nothing about this other wolf, except for the fact she must be pack to be allowed to stay here. But... "You're so pretty," Azain sighed happily, as this wolf was very in line with her romantic vision. Sleek, pretty, translucently white. Not like Azain's own muddied brown color. It was enough to take her mind off of the darker worries nagging at her in the background, at least.
There was another, further back, who seemed to be looking toward them - but even as Azain caught his eye, she couldn't see him well. This was quite the day for meetings, though, so she probably wouldn't stay away from even idle interest for long.
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Post by Viv on Nov 22, 2017 2:51:24 GMT -5
[googlefont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mary"] [attr="class","mary2"] [attr="class","mary3"]WE FALL THE SAME [attr="class","mary4"]WHEN WE WALK THE WIRE [attr="class","mary5"] Amarin was worried, she had no choice but to be. The wolves that surrounded her in this tightly packed cave had never spent as much time together as they would for the next few days. This could only lead to one thing, tension. It will rise and she could only hope that Lupe or Rannock would bring them all some form of relief. But, thoughts such as that only brought her full circle. With Aelyx's failure laid out on the playing field, there was no way to truly know if he'd be able to relate that aid from either of the two gods. So, did that make them disconnected from the ones they put their trust in since birth? Amarin only hoped her own thoughts were not similar to any one of the wolves that sat safely in the cave tonight.
Amarin was broken from her thoughts as her eyes caught onto a familiar form following after Iiona. Despite always appearing up to no good, Salome's movement towards the alpha reminded her of what needed to be done right now. With the council together a simple enough solution can be agreed upon, but with Salome in the mood that he overtly displayed, Amarin determined the council meeting would be no easy task. She came upon the scene just as Salome's rude comments slipped from his jaws. She let her purple eyes settle on him, a slight look of annoyance crossing her face as Iiona countered him. This would do little to aid them or ease the concerns of the wolves around them. Amarin was sure he was aware of that fact, but she was also sure that he had a terrible time keeping his mouth shut when it wasn't needed. "It would also be wise not to provoke or further raise the tension in cramped spaces such as the one we find ourselves in." She voiced her statement softly so that only those closest could hear as Iiona had done a fine enough job counteracting the effects of Salome's opinion to those worried enough to listen in. Plus, her words were meant specifically for Salome and she made that clear by her outright stare as she spoke. "Anything else you wish to get off your chest should be left there."
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Post by Lexx on Nov 22, 2017 8:56:34 GMT -5
As Naiad made her way up to the cave mouth, as silently and inconspicuously as a white wolf could, she suddenly heard Salome’s voice ring out, echoing off the smooth, black stone around them. “Isn’t this a cozy situation,” he said, casual and careless, and she stopped where she stood, her ears pricking toward him. “I’m so glad our shaman hasn’t received word of any unexpected storms. I’d hate for it to rain on this lovely day.” Even though it was too dark for Naiad to see Iiona’s golden eyes flash with anger, she thought she could feel them do so, as sharp as a spark. The elderly wolf crumpled beside her, clearly ashamed. “Enough, Salome,” replied Iiona, her tone measured. “Aelyx cannot force Lupe and Rannock to reveal the future if they do not wish to. There is no point in dwelling on the past. It will be a wiser investment of our time to—”And Naiad scurried away, before Iiona could finish. Below her, Iiona’s voice faded, and a new female voice rose, and she left Salome to face them alone, because she was not a member of their pack, and she knew little of Lupe and Rannock and the mysterious ways with which they spoke to mortal wolves. As she drew closer to the opening, she could hear the wind raging and clawing and shrieking like a wounded, dying animal. The jungle canopy below was rippling in the gale, almost like a second sea. The rain was relentless, and appeared to be falling from all directions at once. Naiad breathed in appreciatively, and tried to keep her thoughts from returning to Salome, and the beach, and the muffled rhythm of his heartbeat in his chest. She shrugged away the anger she’d heard in his voice at his fellow council members; that was a concern for another time. She watched the younger she-wolf take in a large breath, so deep that Naiad could see her fangs flash between her lips, and then smother that breath inside of her. She stepped closer, trying to shrug off her concerns, and the she-wolf turned to her. “Hi!” she said, her voice cheerful, her tail wagging. And then, to Naiad’s amazement, she gave a happy little breath and said, “You’re so pretty.”Naiad felt herself flush from her ears down to her toes. After a moment of helpless blinking, she managed to say, “Thank you,” and promptly wished she could claw out her own tongue. Thank you? she chided herself, as her stomach worked its way into knots. Compliment her back! You look conceited! But Naiad had never really experienced another wolf commenting on her appearance before, and she’d never considered if she was pretty or not, and being told such a thing in the middle of a hurricane was too astonishing for words. “I,” she said, and faltered, and winced at her own uselessness. “I think you have lovely eyes.” She did, truly, because they were the exact shade of ocean water in a warm, shallow bay. “Don’t you want to be down with the others? To wait out the storm?”"speaking" |
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Post by Ray on Nov 23, 2017 3:48:16 GMT -5
Halcyon watched as another wolf came up to Iiona and the shaman, his posture initially coming off as indifferent - the wolf's green eyes flashed with indignance even in the darkness, and Halcyon eyed him with reserved caution as he began to speak.
The male's voice began speaking with deceptive indifference, but the words he spoke soon turned accusatory. Additionally, the tone and cadence of his voice was immediately familiar to Halcyon's sharp ears - they had never spoken to each other, but the loner recognised this wolf as the Sharktooth Island pack's lead fisher, whom he had seen around the island before working with his team. Salome, Halcyon sounded out in his mind as the lithe male rounded on the pack's shaman with clear intent to blame him for the storm.
The notion of even being able to predict such a natural disaster at all was foreign to Halcyon, though he recalled that Iiona had spoken at length to him confidently yet reverently about the island's gods Lupe and Rannock, and how the pack relied on them for guidance and protection. He was sure their shaman was far more spiritually involved than the medicine wolf of his birth pack, where the old crone had focused much more on physical healing than spiritual commune with gods. It was more practical, yes, but also had much to do with the fact that they just didn't have specific deities in the first place.
Iiona responded to Salome's sharp words with a quiet calmness in her voice, though she allowed her last sentence to ring out enough for those of the pack that were nearby to take notice. She then indicated for the lead fisher to follow her and the elderly shaman further into the depths of the caverns, and Halcyon allowed his awareness to turn back to the two newcomers who had slipped out towards the cave's entrance. He had no doubts that Iiona could hold her own whether in a discussion or a fight, and anyway these were members of her council, not wolves that intended her harm. As such, he allowed her to slip from his attention without worry, making a note to check back in with her later if she was able to spare him some time.
He approached the two wolves who lingered by the entrance. Though he still felt some lingering trepidation over speaking to others in general, it did seem like it would be easier to form some sort of alliance with other newcomer wolves - others who were in the same position as him, serving their probation in order to gain acceptance into the pack. Halcyon stopped several steps away just to hear the older one speak to the other - asking her why she was up here at the cave mouth. It was a valid question, but Halcyon couldn't help but feel a little drawn to the smell of the downpour himself. The rain was wild and unbridled, and the nervous energy that crackled through the pack down in the caves wasn't helping with his own discomfort.
Casting his stoic gaze upon the two, it was with surprise that he noted how lovely the one who spoke was, how pristine her white fur that stood out starkly against the dreary gray outcrop, how bright her unique eyes. Perhaps she was a ghost like Leif, he mused half-humorously, for how unearthly she seemed to appear. The younger wolf gazed up at her in awe and admiration, and her own eyes were a shade of blue reminiscent of the midday sky. Compared with the youth and beauty of the wolves that stood before him Halcyon felt a sudden pang of regret for his own scarred face and body, his torn-up eyelid and empty socket - it usually did not bother him, as his appearance was helpful in keeping other loners from trying to strike up a conversation with him, but Halcyon wasn't a loner anymore. He would have to re-learn how to exist among other wolves again. NOTES ; proud of myself for having written two whole posts where hal ain't said shit LOL
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Post by Kenren on Nov 25, 2017 19:15:30 GMT -5
She needs wide open spaces Room to make her big mistakes
Though it was clear Azain was horrible at reading social cues and veiled conversation, she wasn't completely inept on all fronts. She could tell she'd embarrassed the older female, but perhaps not in a bad way. "Thank you," she said, and Azain smiled broadly in response. Even beyond her youth, she struggled between the desire to please and her own wishes and needs - perhaps she'd been selfish in leaving her parents and joining the pack, but she tried desperately now to balance it by proving herself a worthy member. There was a pause, but not one hugely noticeable to the young female. "I... I think you have lovely eyes," the woman said in return. Azain beamed, practically wiggling in pleasure. "They're the same as Momma's!" Azain responded proudly.
And then she was asked about being down with the rest of the pack, and Azain gave a wolfish shrug. "I just haven't seen one of these storms from this high up before. I thought it would be cool." Maybe she wasn't supposed to be up here? But this lady didn't seem mad, just curious. She was about to say more, but she shut her partially-open mouth as the wolf she'd seen deeper in the cave joined them. Her eyes were direct, filled with untamed curiosity at the sight of his scars. She'd seen him before, but only from a distance. She wasn't repulsed or put off by them, but they were so strange that she couldn't take her eyes away, either. How did such a thing happen? Could he see very well with only one eye? There were so many questions flying through her mind, but she was old enough not to voice them. "Hi," she said again, this time quieter and more shyly than before. Not because she was scared of him, but because he was a guy and he was obviously strong, to have all of those scars. She was impressed.
"I'm Azain. I'm Salome's apprentice," she piped up, glancing back to the female to address her as well. Well, she was an apprentice in general, but Salome was in charge of her, so the statement was pretty much true. And Salome wasn't within earshot to correct her anyway.
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Post by Lexx on Nov 25, 2017 23:32:21 GMT -5
Joy washed over the younger she-wolf’s features like a wave. She grinned at Naiad, her earth-brown tail wagging fiercely, her sea-shallow blue eyes sparkling. “They’re the same as Momma’s!” she said proudly about those very eyes. The words gave Naiad pause. She had her mother’s eyes, too, although her mother’s had been less silvery and more violet. Was she proud of them? she asked herself. Sometimes, when she saw her own reflection, she looked so much like her mother that it ached, but she wouldn’t call that feeling pride—more like loneliness that resided in her, bone-deep and perpetual. She shrugged the feeling off as the other wolf explained, “I just haven’t seen one of these storms from this high up before. I thought it would be cool.” She took in a breath, as if to say more, and then her eyes fixed on something beyond Naiad, silencing her. “Hi,” she said instead, all soft and shy. Naiad, who had been about to pad closer to the entrance, in order to see what the younger wolf saw, stopped and turned. There was the male she’d seen earlier, steel-gray and scarred. He was larger than Naiad, and she thought he was handsome, though the many scars on his snout and jaw leant a certain roguishness to his features. She looked at the way some of his old scars pulled his lower lip down, for they gave the illusion that he was scowling in the storm-gray lighting, and then followed the worst of his scars up, to where it cut clean through his left eye. His right eye, yellow and clear and unscarred, seemed to wink at her in the gloom like gold. She was silent as she appraised him; not maliciously, but also clearly unafraid of his old injuries. It did not occur to Naiad that it was rude to behold him, and his blind eye, without discretion. Instead she watched him, and wondered what terrible thing he had endured and survived, in order to walk away so badly scarred. “I’m Azain,” said the she-wolf, and Naiad pricked her ears and turned back to her. “I’m Salome’s apprentice.”“His apprentice!” blurted Naiad, surprised in spite of herself. Was Naiad supposed to be an apprentice, too, like Azain was? Iiona hadn’t said anything about apprenticing Naiad to any of the wolves in Sharktooth, but perhaps that was partly due to how Salome, the only wolf she had met aside from Iiona, already had a younger wolf to guide. “Then...you’re a member of the pack, Azain? Is your mother here, too?” The idea that Azain and her mother were still together, and that they could see one another whenever they wished, was strangely comforting. She glanced back out to the storm and suppressed a shiver. She imagined the sea would be even more fearsome than before, and a quiet part of her still longed to watch it. If they left the mouth of the cave and skirted the edge of the mountain, it would come into view, beyond the jungle— no, Naiad told herself, as firmly as she could. No getting blown back out to sea by the storm’s winds. She didn’t think Salome would appreciate such carelessness from her, especially after seeing her so close to taking shelter in the sea from the storm. “My name is Naiad,” she said, instead of encouraging Azain’s desires to watch the storm, no matter how badly she wanted to voice her own. “I’m simply a probationary member—not anyone’s apprentice.” Her silvery eyes flicked back to the one-eyed male that stood behind them, and she tilted her head questioningly. “And you?”"speaking" |
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Post by Ray on Nov 26, 2017 6:19:07 GMT -5
The little wolf wore her heart on her sleeve, and her pure but simple joy was equal parts overwhelming and contagious to Halcyon, leaving him feeling a little out of sorts - but also, to his surprise, intrigued. It had been an unexpectedly long time since the last time Halcyon had spent time around younglings. The loners he had met over the seasons were mostly mature wolves - it was rare to come across younger wolves roaming alone, especially ones as little as her. Even Halcyon himself had not left his birth pack til his second year, and it had been difficult even at his age to transition to the life of a loner. He felt as if he could sense her energy even from a distance, and it granted him some courage.
He watched with vague interest as the two wolves before him exchanged compliments - it seemed to be their first meeting as well, and that put him a little more at ease. They continued to discuss the downpour and Halcyon glanced out at the rain once again. The storm was relentless and showed no signs of stopping, and he couldn't help but feel as if the skies were just getting started. Blizzards in the north had the capacity to last for days on end, but the outcome was drastically different - a world blanketed in pure, clean white, with even majestic rivers and waterfalls brought to icy silence by such a force of nature. Here, the sound of the howling wind was almost drowned out by the thundering of endless rain, and even on the morning of the first day he could already see the devastation that the hurricane had brought to the island.
A soft voice brought him back to his senses, and Halcyon saw that the young one had addressed him with a greeting. She looked at him now with her striking blue eyes - which were just like her mother's, he recalled her mentioning just moments ago - and some of the bare enthusiasm had seeped from her voice, though he could somehow sense it was not because his presence made her want to flee, and for this he felt grateful. He inclined his head silently in response, making sure his gaze was gentle, non-threatening. She did not seem to find him intimidating, which was surprising, and he didn't want to change her mind so soon. As she introduced herself (Azain, she was called, and she said she was apprenticed to Salome? Which would mean she was training to be a fisher? Halcyon allowed a mental grimace at that - the treacherous sea could continue its existence without him needing to step foot in it ever again, thanks.) the young wolf extended her self-introduction to include the other female as well, and at this Halcyon returned his attention to her too.
Her clear, bright eyes were regarding him with a calm interest, and he could tell she was curious about his scars - most wolves were, though many did not dare to pry, and he was almost accustomed to recognising when they bit their tongues to stop from asking. Halcyon did not particularly mind, but he would not tell the truth about most of them either. Not to strangers, or acquaintances. Some of them could be explained away with little white lies, but the one through his eye was clearly the result of a targeted attack, and when it came to talking about that one he would deflect all inquiries.
The pale wolf offered her own name then, and confirmed that she too was waiting to be accepted into the island pack. It was a relief to hear her say it, though Halcyon had already known that the both of them were not pack members yet either. And then she extended an invitation for him to join the conversation too. He had not realised til then how nice it was to be acknowledged by others again, just because he was present where others were interacting. Just because he was going to be part of a pack now. He had been on the island for a significant amount of time now, but the notion still tickled him to think of. The trepidation about joining a new pack had slowly been bleeding out of him, and now he was starting to anticipate it whole-heartedly.
Appreciatively, he stepped closer and into their little bubble of conversation, so that Naiad and Azain would not have to talk at him across the span of the entrance vestibule. "Mine is Halcyon," he offered, trying not to sound too gravelly. "I am also on probation, waiting to join the pack." He did not know how to continue, so that was all he could think of to say. Hopefully the other two would be able to lead the conversation further. NOTES ; oh man that ended super awkwardly i'm so sorry i've been writing this all day lmao
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Post by Lirriel on Nov 26, 2017 13:58:41 GMT -5
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At least, he thought, he is aware of his own ineptitude. Unlike Iiona, he was unwilling to coddle the shaman, unconcerned with the age that weighted the other wolf down, the pressing of time laid heavily across his once broad shoulders.
As it was, he was unsurprised when Iiona almost immediately rebuked him – what did offer him pause was the noticeable lack of force behind her words. He smiled at her, indulgent in his forged sympathy. Once she would have argued back with a sense of purpose – that she was so slow to defend the wolf who had once acted as father-figure and mentor showed she knew how far he had truly fallen.
And, to a degree, she must know he deserved this reproach. Each pack member contributed, in some way or another. Pups were cared for with the knowledge they would one day serve the pack; elders were given a kind retirement because they had already fulfilled their purpose. A useless shaman was worse than a three-legged lead fisher, worse than a deaf lead guard – and if the old man could no longer fulfill his role, it was up to Iiona to encourage his descent from his post, for the good of the pack.
So, yes, Salome smiled at Iiona. He did not offer one of his snappy retorts, did not pierce the flaw that shone like light – but in the wicked grin that flashed in the dark of the cave, he told her that he knew as well as she did that Aelyx was no longer what was best for the pack.
And what was best for the pack? His smile softened, momentarily, before slipping off his face entirely, as he thought of the shushing sound of waves gently lapping at a moon-bathed shore.
He drew in a deep breath before sighing; for all that he loathed agreeing with the young alpha, he had a duty to perform and a pack to protect. The shaman had failed in his duty, and so all the other council members would be required to succeed in his stead.
He moved toward Iiona, willing to act compliant in this dire situation. There would be a reckoning - but it would come later, once the storm had passed and sense had returned to the world.
As it was, what tension had dropped from his shoulders sprang back into existence with the arrival of Amarin. But, because he had already decided on what was good for the pack, he only sneered at her comment.
“Nice of you to join us, princess,” he said, acid dripping from his voice. He spoke softly, so that the words were bandied between the four as they journeyed down one of the tunnels that split from the main caverns. “Mother already scolded me; I don’t need your input as well.”
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Post by Heika on Nov 27, 2017 20:19:17 GMT -5
As Amarin padded over to join them, Iiona offered the Lead Guard an amiable nod, though she grimaced internally as Amarin threw more fuel onto the fire. Though she knew Amarin meant well, interacting with Salome was a tricky sword dance, one where a misplaced parry or a momentary stumble could result in a crippling injury. Even after months of working alongside him in her council, Iiona had still to master the ever-changing steps found in that intricate choreography, and Amarin’s statement proved that she had not surpassed Iiona on that subject. Whereas Amarin’s calm demeanor was often enough to smooth most bristling hackles, Salome required a different touch, and putting him on the defense helped no one. So, she let Salome’s quip go without rebuke as she led them through the dark tunnels, sticking close to the walls to feel her way around on careful paws. They would not go far, would not risk losing their way in the deep recesses of the cavern, but their discussion would require privacy away from the bulk of the pack. “In here,” she said, brushing past a stalagmite formation and squeezing through a narrow opening into a small cave. Moving towards the back, Iiona took a seat and felt Aelyx press in besides her, the Shaman shivering slightly due to the damp chill in the air. The cave was by no means roomy, and it would be a tight fit for the four of them. Only by sitting shoulder to shoulder would they all be able to enter the cave, and, though Iiona knew Salome would take any chance to gripe, she hoped the sobriety of the situation would keep his barbed tongue under wraps. Waiting for everyone to filter in, Iiona listened intently in case anyone took it upon themselves to follow them. When the only sound she picked up on was the slow, steady drip of water from the stalactites on the ceiling, however, she decided it was safe to proceed. “We are strapped for food,” she stated, staring aimlessly into the all-encompassing blackness, laying out the bare truth in a place with no light, where she did not need to dress it up in gaudy silks and golden jewels to make it presentable. “And we do not know when the storm will end. It goes without saying that we must ration what little supplies we have, but we must make a decision on whether or not to hunt.” Pausing, Iiona allowed her words to echo around the cave, her unspoken meaning clear. Even after the worst of a hurricane had passed, typical prey animals were slow to return to their usual spot amongst the island’s forests and reefs. Hiding away from the relentless rain and strong winds, they either remained in their burrows or swam away in search in smoother waters to tide them over until it was safe to return. The only creatures that would be plentiful around the island were not the normal target for hunting parties. With their thick, reptilian scales and bone-shattering bite, crocodiles were more trouble than they were worth, and confronting them head on could result in a fatal encounter, a fact Aelyx was evidently aware of as he interjected, voice quiet and hesitant. “Crocodiles are dangerous, and if anyone were to get hurt, I will not be able to treat them efficiently in here,” he fretted, limbs tense. “But is it any worse than wasting away in here? No matter what we choose, we will be taking a gamble. We are faced with a fork in the road. We must pick a path and follow it boldly. There will be no going back. The only way we can beat a crocodile is if we are well-fed and strong.” She breathed, tasting the stale air as it weighed heavily in her lungs. “Amarin, Salome, what are your opinions?”speakingLirriel Viv |
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