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Post by ι т є я on Jun 9, 2011 12:38:32 GMT -5
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There was a slight chill in the air. Intermixing with the light breeze that stirred the air was an ominous undertone that suggested the weather was about to take an turn in a different direction. The mild chill was barely frosting over anything at this normal altitude, but snow was still dominating, even up in the trough between two of the smaller glaciers that guarded the Glacier Pack border. Birds spun on the updrafts in the cornflower blue sky above. Slotting into the quaint image like the final pieces to a puzzle
However, right in the middle of the picturesque vision were a few capillary hints of red. Drawing the eye even at a distance with the contrast of the crimson color spreading out against the white blanket snow. A mass of pale white fur flecked with gray and khaki was slumped in the center. The tiny trickles of blood stemmed from cut paws of the crouched wolf. The uncomfortable looking hunched curve of his back, like the uneven, unnatural surface of a boulder, matched the rock-toned mottled colors of his pelt. The male's flanks twitched as the breeze picked up for a second. Twisting his matted pelt with its airy tendrils and splaying it open to expose a thick, and equally unkempt, undercoat beneath.
A pair of pale yellow luminaries were revealed as the wolf slitted his deep set eyes to the smallest degree. The black pupils were unfocused, the surrounding colors glazed over like the look of someone in a trance. He hadn't completely recovered from this latest spell yet, but a moment later his entire being returned with a sickening internal snap that was only audible to his rounded ears. A second shudder passed through his frame, this time shaking his very being as he recalled the fragmented memories from this most recent feverish dream.
He was himself, but he was not. Trapped in a membranous cavern of endless space of which he could not see yet still sense the limits of. It was warm here, in this new dream place. The only thing that contradict the homey feeling was the frosty-cold-wet that he was scrabbling over with tiny clawed paws. His whiskered nose twitched a mile a minute as he traveled steadily upward in a dark tunnel. He was traveling inside something called... He groped for the word in his mind and instantly an entire database of new thoughts opened up at his touch. Like the protective instinct of a mother protecting her pups, a great push edged with a rush of annoyance forced him out of the dream-world and back into reality.
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[/i] Reviewing strange memories at the same time was more than he could handle right now. The unpleasant rehash of memories finished their stampede through his discombobulated mind and he began walking again. Half sliding, half stumbling his way down the gentle sloping side of the glacier. His angular face pointed forward and his gaze more focused, though a disturbing hint of 'the fever' glinted in the corners of his yellow eyes. The dark wet triangle that was his nose twitched as he tasted the air. Sucking the cold air into his partially opened maw and letting it hit his palette so the smells would send a more direct signal to his muddled brain. Yes, there was a decent sized pack down there. One that hopefully had a healer, and needed members. A less hostile group of wolves that might be able to cure this sudden fever that had weakened him with its random bouts of trace inducing and startlingly realistic dreams. Finally, after gaining several meters, he felt the ground level out beneath his worn paw-pads and sighed. He had to be in the vicinity of the borders now. He really didn't want to risk angering a pack that he had yet to meet. Stopping and spreading his bony forelegs, he flung back his head, pinning his auditories back against his narrow skull. His bulk still supported by the rope-like muscles that still gave some shape to his emancipated form. A single note swelled from his tender throat. Starting out at a deep B flat and rising to the limits of his baritone voice. He still managed to produce a decent (somewhat hoarse) howl despite the fact that he was half-starved. His song cut off quite suddenly at the end as the pressure in his head grew overwhelming. His voice left him just as he was about to explain the fact that he was ill and seeking shelter. Lowering his head between his paws so that it was parallel to the ground once more. He sat, curling his prickling tail over his white paws and waited. The silence in the air around him hung like a smothering bolt of cloth. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<< words | eight hundred and seventeen words. notes | ahaha. an effective reposttt :P music | none. colors | "talking" - thinking - actions[/blockquote][/size][/color][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by sköldpadda on Jun 13, 2011 13:43:30 GMT -5
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The ground beneath the brute's paws was damp and sodden, soaking the copper sprouts of fur which lined the pads of his paws. Many glacier was usually damp, but was far worse during the summer months when the sun was at it's highest and hottest and began wearing down the snow white peaks which reached up to the sky. Skoldpadda stood motionless at the side of a small pool of water, gazing up at the slowly melting monuments. They were beautiful, it was these great structures which had won him over to these lands. He stood admiring for a while, letting his gaze slowly fall down to the ground before him, which had been saturated with water from the melting glaciers since the summer had begun. He lowered his head toward the pooling liquid, letting the lids fall close over his golden eyes as his tongue rolled out from between his jaws and penetrated the water's surface.
It was a nice day today, the rest of the glacier grounds had been quite warm, but many glacier was much cooler than the rest of the pack lands due to the consistent breeze which blew whistling between the monuments. Skoldpadda rose his head after a few moments, the burning in his throat now quenched from the sharp fresh water which ran away from the glaciers. It was the most delicious, pure water on the planet in his opinion, the best he'd ever experienced, anyway. The copper-toned alpha was about to retreat from the glaciers and scout out a place to rest when a howl caught his attention and broke his focus. Ears twitched in the direction of the call, an expression of worry setting over his face. The howl was loud and clear enough, but the alpha could clearly tell that the owner of the voice was weak and strained, most likely very tired and hungry.
Immediately, Skoldpadda moved toward the direction of the call, they weren't too far off, just on the border it sounded like. Many glacier was the east border of his territory, and he was mildly impressed that this particular wolf had clued into the fact that they were actually supposed to call from the border and wait for assistance rather than intrude upon a pack's land without permission. Skoldpadda wondered vaguely if the wolf had actually clued in, or if they were truly too tired to go any further on their own. Either way, he would be there to offer his assistance. The male pushed off toward the eastern-most border at a quick pace, not wanting to waste any time, and it was a mere matter of minutes before the wolf came into view. A light coloured wolf, his pelt a mixture of white, silver, grey and some brown. These weren't uncommon colours for most of the wolves found around Everfrost.
The Alpha's pace slowed as he approached the other wolf, taking in the wolf's condition. He was very thin, obviously a loner who hadn't had much luck finding food on his own, he was also considerably smaller than Skoldpadda, but that wasn't unusual, Skoldpadda had yet to meet a wolf larger than himself. As he neared the seated wolf, Skoldpadda dipped his head slightly, a sign of greeting and of respect. He was already impressed with this other male, just due to the fact that he had the respect to remain at the border. "Hello, Wolf, my name is Skoldpadda, I am the Alpha of the Glacier pack," His voice was loud but not unfriendly, and he used his common title of 'wolf' to greet the other, seeing as he was yet unaware of the other's name. "What can I do for you?"
ooc; sorry for the wait! and sorry it's a little on the short side, i've got exams going on at the end of this week, so i've been a bit sidetracked! i apologize.
I enjoyed your post very much, for the record : )
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Post by ι т є я on Jun 14, 2011 15:28:18 GMT -5
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Drifting again. His mind somewhere, his body elsewhere. Iter wasn’t strong enough to anchor himself to his own mind anymore; he didn’t have enough energy to prevent himself being lured away by the tantalizing prize of another able bodied organism. His literally wandering thoughts had found their prey. A red, wrinkly neck was stretched out vertically in the air. At the top was a blue, bald head with its beak turned skyward. The disproportionate bird’s beady, black eyes were watching the fluffy white clouds in sight of rain to drink. The fact that it was searching for a storm on a perfectly clear day and standing in a puddle of fresh ice water made it twice over the stupidest bird in the world at first glance. May be thrice times the stupidest bird, considering the fact that if it had been raining the turkey would have drowned itself with the way its head and beak were positioned.
Thus, as Iter’s wandering mind rushed in through the turkey’s nostrils flickers of intelligence actually started to glimmer in its eyes and the head bent downward to slurp some water from the puddle it stood in. The turkey’s wispy, scatterbrained thoughts had evaporated the moment Iter had entered its mind and taken over. Clucking, it strutted around a bit with its head bobbing as the wolf’s thoughts tried to organize themselves.
Iter’s panic caused the feathers in the turkey’s tail to stand on end and fan out like a peacock. He had been thrust inside another unfamiliar dream in which things made no more sense than they had before. An echo bounced back a second after his howl had left his throat. Making him feel extremely claustrophobic as Iter realized he was in a small, dark space. He writhed… The turkey twitched spastically to its right. …trying to gain his bearings in the absolutely empty pitch blackness. At least in his previous fever induced dream he had experience the presence of something, even if it had been gibberish.
Quickly dropping that train of thought, he focused instead on trying to wake up and oddly enough was able to recall exactly what he’d been doing before slipping away from the conscious world. He definitely wasn’t supposed to be able to that. Specifically, he remembered himself sitting down with his head bowed. Where was he? He pounded on the fragile walls of the turkey’s inner mind, lashing out with his hind legs. A sharp click sounded. The bird looked stoned. Iter felt the blackness crush down on top of him and then he was forced out of his dreamland like a dust mote on a gust of air. The turkey squawked and dropped to the ground with a light thud.
With a yelp Iter's head shot straight up and fixed Sköldpadda with a deer-in-the-headlights look that was half crazed and half shocked. Blinking up at the taller brute for a few mindless seconds he finally registered Skold’s presence and scuttled backward a few paces. He’d clocked in at just the right time to hear the question that the unfamiliar alpha had posed. The words were slow to come to the surface of his chaotic thoughts, but after a few moments of stammering he was able to get out a coherent sentence, ”I-I need a place to stay.”. The typically composed wolf let his weariness show clearly in the hollowed contours of his face. He was exhausted and sick. Sick with something he sure didn’t hope was contagious. The alpha seemed kind enough, after all, and he wasn’t here to infect anyone.
-And, well. Do you have a healer amongst the wolves in your pack? He hoped he wasn’t scaring away any of the compassion the other male might have towards taking in a straggler. The top inch of his bedraggled tail flicked to one side as he tensed his muscles and gritted his teeth. No, no he was going to hang on for a little longer. He could already feel that eerie feeling of his mind pulling away and separating from him again.
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words | six hundred and seventy-eight words.
notes | i have exams this week. i’m itching for summer to hurry up and get here /dead
music | pandora’s owl city radio.
colors | "talking" - thinking - actions - merged
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Post by sköldpadda on Jun 17, 2011 6:55:41 GMT -5
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Skoldpadda seated himself before the other wolf, not wanting to intimidate the weakened wolf by towering over him or anything of the sort. The larger male was slightly surprised when the newcomer emitted a yelp of surprise, scurrying backward, placing more space in between their two forms. The emotion showed upon his features, but he quickly composed himself, golden eyes probing the light coloured wolf's face curiously. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," The Alpha offered the other a small smile which was mildly sympathetic. He had obviously caught the other wolf in some sort of daydreaming state, which made him further drawn to the stranger. Skoldpadda himself was known for going off in weird little paths in his head, then becomming trapped, unable to pull himself back into reality. It had gotten better lately, since he had claimed the Glacier lands as his own. He often wondered if that was because it gave him something to do, constantly kept his mind busy and working.
The Alpha shrugged off such intruding thoughts, not wanting to drift off into one of his own tangents now. He returned his wandering gaze to the male before him, ears flicking forward as the wolf spoke. After a moment of stuttering and stammering, the stranger was able to spit out a sentence and Skoldpadda offered him yet another small smile. It wasn't often that a wolf like this one came along, and was proper and respectful of the pack's borders. So, he was in search of a place to stay. That fact was somewhat apparent, the other wolf didn't look overly healthy, he looked exhausted and starved. He was in some obvious need of rest and nourishment. "I can offer you that, would you actually want to stay here. These lands are a little colder than the others, but nonetheless they are beautiful and hospitible." Skold nodded slightly, more to himself than anyone else.
His ears pricked upward again as a question was uttered from the still unnamed wolf. A healer? Unfortunately, his pack did not have a wolf to fill such a position as of yet. Skoldpadda shook his head with some dismay, copper-ringed eyes still questioning the other male's face lightly. He wasn't entirely sure why this wolf was in search of a healer, he had no obvious injuries, unless he was fighting with something that wasn't physical, maybe some sort of mental disorder or other illness, like a cold? Either way, Skoldpadda couldn't provide this wolf with a healer, and even if he could, he was unsure of how strong a healer's power would be. Could they actually cure mental diseases? He shook his head again, not wanting to let his thoughts run away on him. "I'm sorry, but my pack has not yet been graced with any wolves with such a gift. The best thing I can offer you right now would be some rest and food." He paused for a moment, curiousity getting the better of him. "May I ask why you need one? You don't appear injured."
A brow rose slightly with the question, tail curling around his hindquarters. He wondered if this wolf would still want to stay here once he knew there was no healer, or if he was simply looking for a safe place to rest before he left again and was on his way. Either way, Skoldpadda would grant him what he needed. This wolf was obviously weak, and he had been respectful of the basic pakc rules, which made the Alpha happy to help him.
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