what's it feel like to be a g h o s t ? [skold]

['R a i q u e n]

Raiquen

Night is a mysterious time, especially in the already strange forests of Everfrost. Most creatures are sound asleep, warm and safe. Others, the nocturnal, are just waking up from their daytime snooze, hungry and active. The sky is dark, and the shadows are long. Unless ones’ eyes are made for it, visibility is difficult.
That is, unless you have no sight at all. A white form slunk through the trees, fast and silent. Raiquen was on the move. He loved the night, not because of the edge of danger and allure, but because it meant that many were asleep and he wouldn’t have to deal with the annoyance of others. The white wolf paused to sniff the cool air. Unlike normal, he had a certain destination in mind tonight. His senses were on high alert, anything could be moving in the forest.
He could smell it, before long he would be able to hear it though he was still over a mile away. Being completely blind, Raiquen was forced to rely completely on smell, touch, hearing, and general awareness. To make up for his loss of sight, these senses were finely attuned. But he had been given another advantage by his mother: magic. Years before his birth, Kala had found the stone rumored to give powers in Everfrost. She had been blessed with healing powers, which had saved Raiquens’ life as a newborn pup. Later, she had discovered his enhanced hearing abilities. He had never had to work at learning to use the power, it came naturally to him. And in his view, it was better than the sight of any wolf.
The young wolf continued forward, his ears perked. They worked like a radar system, rotating and searching for a sign of life. He could filter out any unnecessary noise, like the endless chirp of the crickets, or the occasional whisper of the faint breeze blowing through the treetops. The location of an object or creature could be found by Raiquen by the way sound moved. He could sense if it bounced, meaning there was something there. He was still learning to memorize how different objects made different noises as the sound bounced back, but he could distinguish basics like that of a tree or another wolf. This enabled him to create a mental picture of his surroundings.
Raiquen could now pick up the lap, lap, lap, of the lake ahead, the sound he had been awaiting. He increased his speed, though he didn’t run. The chances of hitting a tree were too high to run, even being able to pick up their general placement, and he had been here several times before, a headache was too much of a literal pain to risk.
The tree line broke, giving way to a small strip of sandy shore. Raiquen could hear it shifting under his paws, giving into his slight weight. Without hesitation, he waded into the dark water. He liked water, the way it ran over his pelt. The way it could give him relief on a hot day. But he also knew the dangers it held, so he never went out further than he could touch. The night was chilly, and the water was freezing, but Raiquen ignored it’s bitter bite. He sat down in the shallow, his silvery fur billowing around him as the wind blew from across the mountains. It was rumored that the lake was called Whitefish Lake, because of the strange white fish that lived in it. As a fish came and nibbled at his toes, Raiquen lunged, feeling his powerful jaws close around the squirming, scaly body. It was a lucky catch, his method of fishing only worked about fifty percent of the time. Of course, he wasn’t able to tell if the fish was one of the ones from the legend or if it was just a normal fish. But he didn’t really care if it was or not. After all, no one had spared him because of his coloring.
He delivered the killing bite, putting a stop to the wiggling. A heavy cloud cover was blowing in over the lake, Raiquen could feel the damp around his fur, and not just where it had touched the water. He made his way to the shore, carrying his snack. He stretched out in the sand, hoping he would warm up soon. He chuckled as he imagined how he must look to others, a white wolf eating a possibly white fish in the mist at night. “I must look like a freaking ghost,” he thought, taking his first bite into the fish.
His head snapped up, he heard a stick cracking behind him. It was close, he should have noticed it earlier. He turned his head in the direction of the noise, seeing if he could get a scent. If he was lucky, it wasn’t what he thought it was. The scent of wolf filled his nostrils and he sighed. Hopefully they weren’t hostile, he didn’t feel like fighting tonight. His milky blue eyes never moved or blinked. “Maybe I can scare them away,” he thought. He pretended to look bored, acting afraid or defensive usually didn’t do much when you were blind and small. “I can hear you, you know,” he yawned “Even if you had watched your feet a bit more, I still would have been able to hear you, so you might as well come out.”

♥ open to; Skoldpadda.
♥ character; Raiquen.
♥ word count; Nine-hundred-and-four.
♥ muse; Alright.
♥ lyrics; Title - What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost? by Taking Back Sunday.
♥ comments; First post with Raiquen...rambling haha.

[sköldpadda]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] The large, copper hued male moved through the trees at a rather leisurely pace. He was in absolutely no hurry to get anywhere, plus it was dark out, meaning he'd have more trouble manoeuvring through the shrubbery with his large brawn. If he's been a smaller wolf, maybe he wouldn't have cared so much, he probably would have run through these woods without so much as a care, but as it were, he was too big of a target, and would no doubt run face on into a tree. His usually golden, copper ringed eyes hardly held any colour at the moment, they were two large, black holes, his pupils hiding his irises as they tried to see through the darkness. Unfortunately, they didn't have very much luck, the forest was almost dead black, and he was almost blind in it. Because of this, his progress was slow, he was relying mainly on his nose and ears to make his way between the trees, and this was much more difficult than he was used too, sure, using his other senses wasn't that hard, but being robbed of one of your main senses made it hard to concentrate on the others, made you almost feel panicked. For him, anyway. His ears rotated feverishly atop his skull, picking up unimportant little noises here and there like small rodents running through the underbrush, and the rustling leaves as the wind blew by. It was fall now, and the sound most prominent to him was the crunching leaves beneath his paws. This sound was annoying, it broke the silence too loudly and it frustrated him, made it hard to hear the other noises around him. Not to mention that it would announce his location to any other creatures which might be lingering near by. He finally picked up on another sound, the sound of running water. This peaked his interest greatly. Where there was a river, or stream, that meant there was less or no trees. He would feel safer there, more out in the open, yes, but he was still under the cover of the blackness, and his copper pelt blended in relatively well with the shadows. He would be out in the open, more exposed to wildlife, but less exposed to the threat of the trees. His pace quickened a fraction as he headed toward the sound of water, his golden eyes darting around in the darkness around him. He could smell the water now, that was good, that meant he was almost upon it. He finally found his way out of the trees, and he came to an abrupt stop. He was out in the open now, yes, but he was still relatively safe under the dark sky. It was a bit brighter out here, because there were no trees to shade in the ground, but it was still black, and Skoldpadda's eyes adjusted just enough to start making out the simple outlines of objects. He could see the reflection of the stars glinting off the water's running surface, and this calmed him slightly. The sky was clear, stars twinkling down at him from everywhere, it was a pretty night, although the air was nippy and somewhat frigid. That was autumn for you, though. His pelt had thickened a good deal since the summer, filling out around his neck and sides, but the air was still cool, even with the extra protection. The wind was a little less tolerable, it would come in unannounced, clawing bursts, trying to sink it's claws into the flesh beneath his coat. It was chilly, yes, but it was still manageable. Winter wasn't upon them quite yet. Skoldpadda moved toward the water slowly, lowering his head toward the rushing current. He could dimly make out his own reflection on the moving surface, although it was hardly more than a large black shape blocking out the pretty night sky. He hovered his muzzle just above the water, then allowed his tongue to move in rapid sessions, barely breaking the water's surface as he lapped up the cool liquid. He hadn't exactly been thirsty, but he decided he would have a drink while the opportunity was before him. He finished his drink, tongue running across the ridges of his muzzle to clean off the droplets of water which clung to his fur and whiskers. He wasn't sure what he was going to do now, he hadn't planned this far ahead. Maybe he would just scout out a place to rest now, to was nighttime, after all. A yawn cracked upon his muzzle as the thought, but he ignored it and started forward again, along the bank of the lake. He could feel the sandy ground mushing between the pads of his feet, and he cold feel the annoying debris clinging to the damp fur there. He ignored this too, and continued on his way, eyes still searching to make out some sort of shapes in the darkness. He continued on, sort of drifting off into his head at this point, thoughts wandering to far away places and people. He had been moving for quite some time before he was finally roused from his wandering thoughts. A voice rang out through the darkness before him, and Skoldpadda stopped dead in his tracks, the fur at his nape standing on end. Copper ringed eyes widened, although such a thing was most likely unnoticeable in the darkness. Gaze whipped around fiercely, trying to locate the origin of the voice. Finally he saw it, a white form not too far in the distance. The only reason he ever saw the shape was because it was the only white object around, and no matter how dark it was, white was a difficult colour to camouflage into the darkness. Skoldpadda's nerves were on end now, but he proceeded toward the ivory shape with slow, weary steps. The scent of wolf was coming to him strongly now, and he didn't know why he hadn't noticed it before. Too deep into his head, as always, he assumed. As he neared the wolf laying on the ground, Skoldpadda's eyes adjusted enough to define some of the wolf's features. It was a small wolf, much smaller than himself, like half the size, if not less. But it was a male. This confused him for a moment, a male wolf who was smaller than most of the females he'd encountered. Strange. But not unheard of. Skoldpadda cleared his throat upon approaching the male, although he knew his presence was already known, seeing the ivory wolf had previously addressed him. "Hello there," He started, a little unsure of himself. "I didn't notice you sitting over here, you startled me a bit." He offered the stranger a small, quick chuckle, a comical smile placing itself upon his muzzle. He had been startled by this little wolf? Well, he hadn't known the size of the wolf when he had spoke. Skoldpadda shook his head, clearing the thoughts away. "I'm Skoldpadda, might I ask what you're doing on such a chilly night?" ooc: not the best, but it'll do x]

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['R a i q u e n]

Raiquen

Raiquen ears remained perked high, not that he ever lowered them. Then he would be totally blind which wasn’t a feeling he enjoyed. The footsteps were coming closer towards him, he could hear them in the crunch of the sand. From this, he could tell that the wolf was very large. He was used to other wolves being larger than himself, and it didn’t bug him. Size made you stronger sure, but less agile. Raiquen valued his speed enough to not be envious of the strength of others. He blocked out the sound of shifting sand, he had gotten all the information he could from that. Focusing in on the wolf itself, he could hear a heartbeat. It was fast, the wolf was nervous. This wasn’t a surprise. The wolf had been startled, and Raiquen was guessing that he couldn’t see in the black of the night. He drew his hearing away from the oncoming wolf and continued to nibble on the fish. He was guessing that he would be too busy talking to eat before too long, and a good, fresh caught meal wasn’t to be wasted.
When the wolf was closer, Raiquen turned his small head in the direction it was coming from. He sniffed the air, gathering that the wolf was in fact, male which wasn’t a surprise considering the size. The scents of the four packs weren’t scents he knew well…he had no interest in their activities, but Raiquen didn’t think this male was part of one. Which was in some ways a relief, pack wolves annoyed him even more than regular ones. As the stranger approached, the white wolf got to his feet and shook the sand from his fur. “Let’s get this over with,” he thought with a weary sigh.
The wolf greeted him, Raiquen smirked at his attempt to be friendly. Formalities were a concept lost to him, why pretend to be friendly when they were just sizing one another up, waiting to learn if the unknown was friend or foe? He also told him that he had been startled, but this wasn’t news to the blind wolf. His fur began to rise when the large wolf chuckled, and Raiquen heard the heart rate slow. Laughter wasn’t a sound he liked…too many times it had been directed at him, usually accompanied with words of scorn. A scowl drew itself across his muzzle, and his cloudy, unseeing eyes narrowed. “So I noticed,” his tone bored, but laced with hostility “Though you seem to have calmed down now that your ‘threat’ turned out to be a small, blind wolf.” He laughed, but it was short, and scornful. More like a cough than a laugh, really. “Skoldpadda, huh? That’s a bit of a mouthful, though I've heard that about my name as well."Raiquen shrugged “I’m Raiquen, and if you must know, I was eating that fish.” Though Raiquen gestured with his muzzle to the fish, which was really just bones and scales now. He yawned, bored with the conversation. He really wasn’t a social wolf, and this male was beginning to bore him.

♥ open to; Skoldpadda.
♥ character; Raiquen.
♥ word count; Five-hundred-and-eighteen.
♥ muse; Bad.
♥ lyrics; Title - What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost? by Taking Back Sunday.
♥ comments; Short, poorly written post this time...but I rather like how he just states he was eating a fish. XD

[sköldpadda]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] He stopped moving when he was just shy of the white wolf who was still laying against the ground, his attention drawn toward something in front of him, which Skoldpadda could not see. His ears were positioned forward, straining to hear the movements the other wolf was making, he could just make out the wolf's form, but little else, because his eyes were not accustomed to darkness this full, there was hardly even a moon to provide them with light tonight. Finally, he heard the other wolf stir, and he rose from his spot on the ground, and shook the debris from his pelt. Now that the ivory wolf was standing face on to him, Skoldpadda could make out a few more of his features. Yes, his first observation about size had definitely been correct. This wolf was about half his height, and no where near his size in brawn. Skoldpadda was big boned, and he definitely did not lack in muscle, he was built to be a fighter, it was clear, but he hardly ever used his body for a such a thing. The ivory wolf, though, he was small and lithe, definitely built for agility. Skoldpadda had no doubt that this wolf could evade his every attack in a fight, he would be able to slink right underneath him without his knowing any better. A smaller stature also meant you were more silent, for the most part, and he could probably get away without anyone realizing it. The darkness hovered over most of the wolf's face, so he couldn't really make out any distinguishable features there, so Skoldpadda decided that he would probably have to rely on scent to remember who this wolf was. His ears twitched forward as the male spoke, his voice bored, but not without some anger. This surprised Skold, he hadn't been expecting this sort of answer. What had he done to deserve such hostility from this wolf? He hadn't even known he was there, for pete's sake! He remained silent, a furry brow raising somewhat skeptically as the white wolf continued. This wolf was blind? That was news to him, how would he have known such a thing before? Skoldpadda was momentarily at a loss for words, not exactly knowing how to respond to this, he didn't want to say something which might offend the wolf, seeing as it appeared he'd already managed to do so somehow. "You- you're blind?" Skoldpadda started, stuttering over his words, his voice clearly surprised. "I didn't know, sorry. The only reason I calmed was because I saw you weren't standing there trying to threaten me," These words were true, when he had first heard the ivory wolf speak, he was certain he was going to look into a pouncing wolf's face, seeing the flash of white snarling teeth through the darkness. That hadn't happened, though, and so Skoldpadda's nerves had been eased slightly. And just because someone was small, didn't mean they couldn't inflict a nasty scar. His golden eyes tried desperately to break through the blanket of blackness and see the male's face, but he had no such luck, he could just make out the outlines of his features. He could see the muzzle, protruding from the face, and the outlines of his eyes, although their irises seemed to just meld in with the rest of his white coat. His ears twitched again as the male spoke after his introduction. Skold had been half expecting the ivory wolf to bark out in laughter at the name, most wolves did, but he seemed unaffected by his title, aside from the fact that he stated it a mouthful, which, it was. He listened as the other wolf introduced himself. Raiquen. It wasn't quite as much of a mouthful as his own name, but it was a unique name, not one he'd encountered before. His brow raised again as Raiquen simply stated that he'd been eating a fish. It was a simple, blunt, to the point answer, and it made another grin crack upon his muzzle. He could have chuckled at the answer, but he held it back, not wanting to offend the wolf any further. Skoldpadda nodded his head at his answer, but then did a double take. The wolf was blind, he wouldn't be able to see his wordless reply. "Are the fish here any good?" He asked with polite curiosity. In all honesty, he really did want to know the answer, he'd never fished before in his life. Maybe he would have to try fish one day. His gaze remained fixed on the ivory male before him, and although he was small, and apparently blind, Skoldpadda was still somewhat weary in his presence. This wolf didn't seem overly friendly, maybe he had been ridiculed too much throughout his life because of his lost sense and built up a barrier against others. Anti-social. That was the word. He had encountered a few rather anti-social wolves in his day, but he didn't think any of them had been this short and to the point.

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['R a i q u e n]

Raiquen

“You- you’re blind?” Skoldpadda tripped over his words, clearly surprised. Raiquen’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Usually, it took wolves mere seconds to realize that there was something wrong with him, due to his frost blue eyes, which were partly covered in milky white cataracts caused by some messed up gene. Even more than his silvery coat, or slight stature, they were his most dominating feature. You could try and cover up a scar, or hide a limp. There was no escaping blindness. Not only did it make life hard, but other’s treated Raiquen and his ailment like a taboo. No one wanted to be around a wolf with such bad luck. Who knows, perhaps it was contagious.
“This guy must be really dumb…” Raiquen thought. Perhaps he had a mental problem? Then it hit him. It was the middle of the night, and there was no moon as far as he was aware. This along with the heavy shadows caused by the towering pines meant that the other wolf couldn’t see. He grinned at the thought of this. Unlike him, who could ’see’ with his ears and be aware of his surroundings, Skoldpadda was blind. "I didn't know, sorry. The only reason I calmed was because I saw you weren't standing there trying to threaten me." Raiquen sighed. Here came the ‘sorry’ fest. He hated being told others were sorry for him. They didn’t seem to understand that he didn’t want a pity party, or help. He could take care of himself just fine. Why did they pretend to care? They didn’t know him. No one did.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered “Whatever, doesn’t matter anyways.” It was silent for a moment, an owl flew over head, the beat of it’s wings barely audible even to Raiquen’s sensitive ears. There were other sounds too. The splash of the lake against the sandy shore, the nonstop chirp of crickets, a mother raccoon and her two babies looking for food. None of it was significant to him, yet it all played a role.
At his statement about the fish, he heard the wolf swallow, as if holding in a laugh. Alright, he would admit it, it had been funny. Perhaps this Skoldpadda wasn’t that bad after all. Not that Raiquen was looking for companionship of any type, not even friends. He was just fine on his own and preferred it that way, thank you very much. “Are the fish here any good?” Okay the overly polite tone was getting annoying. They were strangers, sure, but all the same they were just two males talking in the middle of the night. What was with all this formality? Maybe it was just how Skoldpadda had been raised. Not that Raiquen had been raised to have no manners. Kala had taken them very seriously. But being nice was had, especially when the rest of the world could be so cruel.
“A fish is a fish right?” he shrugged “Personally I prefer something else to eat, but fish require no tracking and are decently easy to catch. Can’t really afford to be picky, with winter coming and all.” Winter…Raiquen was rather fond of it, being an Arctic wolf. His white hued fur blended in well with the snow and kept the cold out. Sure, food was harder to find but that wasn’t really a deal breaker to him. If he could ever see one thing, just one, before being blind again, it would be snow. He knew it was just white, not that he had ever seen any color, white included. But he knew it was basically the absence of black. Not really something he could imagine, black being gone. That was all he had ever known. But if it was black’s opposite, he figured he would like it. Black was a concept, and a color to him all at once. His inescapable enemy. One he couldn’t fight, but would always see.

♥ open to; Skoldpadda.
♥ character; Raiquen.
♥ word count; Six-hundred-and-fifty-five.
♥ muse; Ok, but I'm in a rush.
♥ lyrics; Title - What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost? by Taking Back Sunday.
♥ comments; I must likely won't be able to post a reply again until Monday, very sorry for the inconvinece.

[sköldpadda]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] Skoldpadda watched the other male's features twist into a somewhat sarcastic smile, at least what he thought was a sarcastic smile, but it was still too dark to really tell. He could make out the wolf's mouth moving, and the faint glimmer of of the sky squinting off his exposed canines. Skoldpadda had no idea what had caused this change in his mood, but he figured the ivory male had found something, most likely the thought was directed toward toward himself, but at least the brute had had a slight change of heart. Maybe he really wasn't all bad and humourless, maybe he really did know how to be friendly and laugh, maybe share some company. Skoldpadda didn't know about that just yet, the ivory wolf seemed anti-social, and didn't seem to understand the language of humour all that well, unless maybe it was sarcastic humour. He felt himself wondering about this fact for a moment, and found that he was wondering about the other wolf's upbringing, but he quickly shrugged it aside, figuring that Raiquen's manners had probably been washed out and then ringed out repeatedly from stupid jabs and gimmicks which were related to his missing sense. Skoldpadda could see his mood being dampened if he were blind, he figured he would probably be a sour wolf too if he were repeatedly hearing the same petty jokes about his blindness. This made him irritated, no wolf should have to endure that foolishness, it wasn't like it was Raiquen's fault that he was blind. This made Skoldpadda wonder how the wolf came to acquire this defect, was he merely born this way? Or had he suffered a terrible accident? The thoughts rose to the front of his mind, trying to find their way out through his mouth, but he bit them back, not wanting to come across as rude to the other wolf. He figured the other wolf had heard these questions too many times already, and would rather not answer it again. That was fine with him, he figured he would also feel that way. Skoldpadda was a nice guy, but there was a monster dwelling within him, that could snap at anytime, and he would have absolutely no control over it. Raiquen was probably the same way, and his monster had stuck with him, trying to deter any of these social situations which he so strongly detested. His pupils continuously dilated, trying to see through the blanketing darkness, but he was still not having much success. Skoldpadda was just as blind as the white wolf now, if not more blind. The other wolf had probably acquired heightened other senses to make up for his lack of sight, which Skold did not have. This frustrated him slightly, but he pushed it back, not wanting to succumb to such a feeling at that moment. He was with company, who was already anti-social, and he didn't feel like turning their meeting into a physical confrontation, even if he had the size advantage there. Ears flicked toward the male as his words rang out through the darkness, and he couldn't help but allow a small frown to fall across his muzzle. It seemed the wolf didn't accept apologies very well, maybe he didn't want to be pitied. Skoldpadda could respect that. He offered the wolf no response, not exactly knowing what words the white brute would be expecting or wanting. He watched intently, thinking Raiquen's smile had stretched a tiny bit yet again. Maybe he really wasn't so bad. There seemed to be some sense of humour in there. He nodded slowly as he spoke again, agreeing that a fish was a fish. There really wasn't a variety, or any substance there. He was nodding again as the male finished the rest of his sentence. "True," He started, internally cringing as the male mentioned the upcoming winter. Winter was not a season Skoldpadda enjoying too much. There was so much tension in the air with the breeding season approaching, there always seemed to be so much more violence, wolves challenging for their mates, and their pack positions. Plus it was cold, and Skoldpadda much preferred the warmer seasons. He had always found catching fish a rather difficult task, and he didn't completely understand how the white wolf had been able to master the act. Either way, he respected the wolf for being able to master such a tactic that he could not. Hunting was one of his strong points, seeing his larger brawn could be easily manipulated to bring down larger prey, although it was still with some difficulty. "I've never been good at catching those slimy creatures, they always seem to slide right through my teeth," Skoldpadda offered the other male a short, slightly dry laugh, not really finding his words all that amusing. A yawn cracked upon his muzzle, and he couldn't hold this one back, the darkness always made him somewhat lazy, tired. occ: wow, sorry for the absolutely terrible post, but I just woke up and all that really came to mind was rambling x.x

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['R a i q u e n]

Raiquen

An awkwardness hung in the air around the two wolves so thick Raiquen could almost taste it. This was why he hated being around others! Was it really so hard for everyone just to leave him alone?! Everywhere he went there was wolves trying to make nice, or even worse, trying to make him miserable. He held back a frustrated sigh. He really didn’t want to bother with this male anymore. So what if he wasn’t trying to rip his throat out or torment him? Even if there was the chance that they could be friends, Raiquen didn’t need any. Especially one so formal. He was going to drop dead of boredom…really, if the conversation didn’t get anymore interesting, he was out of here. It had occurred to him that if he left Everfrost, maybe there wouldn’t be so many others around. After all, it was very populated here with four packs and countless loners. If you could call them loners…he was a loner and he felt maybe things, but alone was not one of them. Not at the moment anyway.
He sighed, a soft sound that Skoldpadda probably wouldn’t even hear. Like he would ever actually leave this forest. This was his mother’s land, where she had came upon the healing magic that had saved his life. Considering she had died doing that once again, this place and his own magic was all he had left of her. He wouldn’t leave and he knew it. But still, the thought was entertaining.
Raiquen realized that if the stranger wolf had said anything, he hadn’t noticed. It was rude, but he didn’t really care. He would take rude and shove it up this male’s nose if it meant maybe he would stop so much with these ‘manners’ that were making the conversation so boring.
"I've never been good at catching those slimy creatures, they always seem to slide right through my teeth." This was accompanied by a humorless laugh. An eyebrow on the blind wolf’s face raised. The time wasn’t bugging him, he was practically nocturnal, but this other sounded like he could use some sleep. This was confirmed when Skoldpadda yawned, exposing his need for sleep. Ignoring the comment about fish completely, Raiquen had to ask, “You sound tired, why are you even up when those with sense are sound asleep?” It wasn’t to intrusive of a question…not that he would have cared if it was, but he couldn’t help but wonder who this wolf really was, instead of this boring, polite, small-talk filled one before him. He had to have a real personality somewhere…right?

♥ open to; Skoldpadda.
♥ character; Raiquen.
♥ word count; Four-hundred-and-thirty-five.
♥ muse; Yuckkkkk.
♥ lyrics; Title - What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost? by Taking Back Sunday.
♥ comments; I apologize for the length of this post...or rather it's lack of. I've been kind of out of it lately and it's coming through in my posts.

[sköldpadda]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] Skoldpadda's normally good and humoured mood was beginning to wane slightly as his tiredness set in. It wasn't often that he let things get the better of him, but the darkness was quite a thick blanket around the two wolves now, and Skoldpadda couldn't stop another small yawn from cracking at his muzzle. This other brute sure didn't offer for very good company, and with his sleepiness growing at a steady pace, this was beginning to wear at Skold's nerves. Why should he keep up this friendly guy charade if the white male was only going to ignore it with a somewhat ignorant air? Skoldpadda wasn't new to anti-social, arrogant wolves, but the current timing around them was making him care less and less. If Raiquen wasn't willing to play along, then he would drop the act which came so naturally to him now. He wasn't worth the effort, he guessed, so he might as well stop wasting his time and energy trying to be civil. Golden eyes seared through the darkness, lingering on the white shape just before him. Raiquen had chosen to completely ignore his words, which only drove his irritation to deepen, and Skoldpadda was clearly done with the nice guy acting. His features set in a hard line, golden eyes narrowing the slightest bit in the darkness. The white wouldn't wouldn't be able to see the change in his expression, but he was sure he would catch onto the hardening tone of his voice. He was done with the small talk, it was obviously getting him no where, so why should he even bother, if the ivory wolf didn't smarten up, he might as well just get this over with sooner and get the hell out of there. Not like he needed to keep himself up just to talk with this wolf. Ears flicked toward the wolf's voice, although he didn't overly care if he paid full attention to the somewhat bored and humourless tone which was brewing from the wolf's throat. The wolf had a point, why was he still up? He normally would have been sleeping hours ago. Skoldpadda shrugged it off, he had been searching for a place to sleep before he had run into Raiquen, and then he had got sidetracked. "I'm up because I ran into you, and my priorities got a little sidetracked," He answered the wolf in a somewhat colder, harder tone, which matched the white wolf's in boredom. "I guess you must not have any sense, either then, if you're still up." Skoldpadda's voice still held the same harder tone to it, but this time his words were laced with sleepiness. It wasn't his fault, it was his damn body's internal clock. Either way, Skoldpadda could brush away the tiredness for the time being, it wasn't like he couldn't stay away a little longer. Gaze lingered over the hardly distinguishable white shape before him, still slightly narrowed. He figured this wolf's internal clock was much more lenient than his own, being blind made the other wolf's body not react to time as strongly as his own did. Raiquen was always seeing the darkness, therefore it wouldn't have the same effect as when Skold saw the darkness. He shifted his weight around, head cocking to one side slightly as he observed the other male. He didn't understand how some wolves just seemed to lack in social skills and manners. How did they find happiness in their lives? Skoldpadda's only source of happiness came from the friends he'd made during his life. Especially Cheyenne. His thoughts wandered momentarily, conjuring up a vivid picture of her pretty face in his mind. It was harder to control his wandering thoughts now that his mind and body were already weakening with fatigue, and Skoldpadda's head was beginning to swim away from the present time and wrap itself in his vivid memories and thoughts.

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['R a i q u e n]

Raiquen

An amused smile decorated Raiquen’s face as the brute let out a yawn. Obviously, the male was exhausted. He, on the other hand, was wide awake. He focused on his hearing for a moment, letting to stretch to its’ full extent, bringing to his ears all the lovely sounds of the night. Chilly or not, it was a pretty night, prettier still if he could be left alone to enjoy it. "I'm up because I ran into you, and my priorities got a little sidetracked," Skoldpadda’s tone was almost a mock of his, and Raiquen smirked in amusement. This might turn out to be a more interesting conversation after all. He wasn’t to concerned about being attacked…even though the manners had, indeed turned out to be an act, Skoldpadda didn’t seem the type. No, his intentions had never been to upset the stranger. He just seemed to do that to others. "I guess you must not have any sense, either then, if you're still up." At this, a full grin broke onto his face, and his tail waved slightly with amusement. A laugh gurgled from his throat, and his eyebrows raised. “You’re talking to a blind wolf who was fishing in the middle of the night, from the beginning you may have of realized I might not be the most sensible wolf around.”

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His blind eyes rolled as Skoldpadda seemed to be lost in thought. The large brute was tired, as most would be at this hour. Morning or midnight didn’t make a difference to him, he slept when he was tired, ate when he was hungry, wandered when bored, and interacted with others if he was forced. It might not be the most enjoyable life out there, rarely it held excitement or any happiness at all. There was being angry, and being bitter, with the occasional sense of being content. That was life. Raiquen didn’t think it had much to offer a used, abused blind wolf. He’d been scorned to the point where he thought friendship was a farce, and the chances of him ever being able to take a mate were slim to none. Even if some female was crazy enough to actually want him over a bigger, stronger, more able bodied male, he didn’t know if his birth defects were genetic or not. Could he actually intentionally damn his own blood to this life? Would a pup like him even live if it wasn’t for the powers of the stone?

He shook his head, clearing it of these questions he couldn’t answer. He sighed, turning his face away from Skoldpadda. “You’re tired,”[/b] he said it as a statement, not a question “You best find a place to sleep, instead of wasting your time talking to me.”[/b] His tone was weary, as if he was tired despite his alertness. The questions along with the conversation, had drained his energy a bit. Yet he didn’t want to sleep. Conflicted, he let out a light sigh.[/justify][/blockquote][/center][/size]

♥ open to; Skoldpadda.
♥ character; Raiquen.
♥ word count; Four-hundred-and-ninety-six.
♥ muse; Up...and then down.
♥ lyrics; Title - What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost? by Taking Back Sunday.
♥ comments; I tried this post several times...each time turning out poorly. I don't know if I'm having trouble with the thread, or Raiquen. =/

[sköldpadda]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] His attention was snapped back to the present as the white wolf spoke up again, his tone still the same as it had been at first. Skoldpadda was constantly annoyed with the way his mind had a tendency to wander, and there was absolutely no way to control it. The compulsion he was born with was a damned thing, and it seemed to work against him more than it worked for him, making it obscenely difficult for him to stay focused on simple tasks, like keeping up a conversation. He released a frustrated sigh with this acknowledgement, gaze peering through the darkness at the ivory figure before him. His copper ringed eyes had adjusted to the night somewhat better now, and he could make out a few more features on Raiquen's face. He could just see the dark line which ringed his cloudy eyes, and he only now noticed that the wolf's eyes were in fact, almost the same colour as his pelt. They just seemed to meld in with his fur, almost translucent. It was slightly eerie, Skoldpadda had never encountered a blind wolf before, and the eyes threw him slightly off guard. He was so used to seeing a vibrant colour staring out at him, eyes were usually the way Skoldpadda read another's mood, he was impeccable at reading body language and sorting out the emotions which flitted across other wolves' eyes. Raiquen was very different in that sense, and despite the other male's tiny size and stature, Skoldpadda was slightly unnerved by their mask of stillness. He shook his head, trying to grasp the words that the male had spoke only a second ago. He was surprised that the male had mustered a small, throaty chuckle with his words, and the expression was clear upon Skold's features, although the other wolf couldn't see that. The ivory wolf did have a sense of humour, after all, it seemed like Skoldpadda would just have to dig a little deeper to figure it out, that was all. "I suppose you're right," Skold muttered with a small chuckle, shifting his weight around again. He settled his haunches against the ground abruptly, gaze still lingering on the white wolf's form wearily, as though he might suddenly decide to initiate an attack. He didn't seem like the type, especially with his smaller size, but like they had said before, size didn't always count for everything. Raiquen was probably a quick little bugger, he could probably disappear through the night before Skoldpadda even had the time to blink. That unnerved him slightly too, yes, he was a large wolf, definitely capable of bringing down most other wolves, but speed was something he lacked, and that was definitely a weak point in a physical conflict. Ears flicked toward the male again as he spoke up in a weary tone, which almost could have been mistaken for tiredness. He eyed the other wolf skeptically, ears flicking around as he debated the words. Did Raiquen really want him to leave? Maybe Skoldpadda was being a bother to him, which, he supposed he most likely could have been. He was tired, but it wasn't an eager thing, it could wait. There was always later times to sleep. Ears perked forward again, another small sigh escaping his jaws. Gaze fell from the white wolf before him, landing on his paws. "I'm not that tired," He muttered, gaze rising to the wolf again. "But if you'd rather me leave, then I'll leave," His voice had hardened again slightly at the last words, but it was more out of resignation than anything else. Skoldpadda didn't want to impose if the wolf had better things to do, he would simply go find a place to sleep. ooc: it's okay, I'm not really sure how Skoldpadda is supposed to act in this sort of situation, I'm not sure if he really knows, either. I'm still pretty new with his character

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Raiquen

Coming soon.

♥ open to; Skoldpadda.
♥ character; Raiquen.
♥ word count; N/A.
♥ muse; N/A.
♥ lyrics; Title - What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost? by Taking Back Sunday.
♥ comments; Ack...I'm very sorry but a reply here is going to have to wait until Monday. I hope you don't mind!