Break Me, Shake Me

[Sydney]

(Posted Image) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Posted Image) Now that Sydney looks snazzy... (Posted Image) Long, slender legs carried the aitra through the lands of Tempestade, footfalls quieted by the moss that seemed to carpet the ground under her every step. There was a rhythm in her step; two paws hitting, then the other two in a stiff, bouncy gait. She'd only been here for a short time, and already she'd gotten quite used to the layout of her lands. It was time for others to come now; others like Neron. Yes, the little pup made her laugh. He was really more of a young wolf than a pup; but his transition was tickling to her senses. He would grow to hold a good, solid rank in this pack; however slowly it was growing. She knew where she was heading, and her seafoam eyes fell on the thick, misted forestry unfolding before her eyes. Soon she'd reach the clearing that she thought to be her favorite in the whole territory -- the falls. Her tail curled up over her back, it's dark chocolate tip brushing against the cream fur along her back. It was a habit she had, whenever being in this steady trot, to pull it up over her back. That way it would keep itself from the bushes that tickled her hocks and thighs. She felt silent and secure with it there. However, when ducking under limbs she stretched it out flat at the level of her back; which she had to do here and there when a low branch obscured her path. Soon, she'd be there. Her ears flicked from side to side, catching stray sounds of birds as her nose was filled with the ever-growing scent of water. Before long, she came through the vine-like curtain that shrouded the edges of every part of the forest in Tempestade, and a small meadow opened before her. Her tail once again curled high above her back, she picked up her pace, racing through the meadow which was blanketed in a small amount of snow. It would soon melt; she could smell spring in the air. She slid to a halt at the rocks surrounding the falls, which led to a small, often warm pool at the bottom. She stood at this rock, form stretched high and triumphant as she closed her eyes, breathing in the refreshing scent. Her eyes then opened as they scanned the sanguine liquid pool at the bottom. She knew there was food there; just out of reach from this height. If she had been hungry, she would have slid to the water's edge and had herself a meal. However, being that she was only thirsty, she came to the water's edge and dipped her head, taking in the liquid with quick laps and long swallows. Refreshing.

[Novemthree]

[outofcharacter] This is being moved from the other thread. Note; I'll edit it once you get the starting post finished. [incharacter] Ahh, what to do, what to do. Novemthree didn’t know for sure how he was going to go about joining a pack. He could barely remember his pack life; in fact, he couldn’t remember it at all. But if he was going to join and they asked where he came from, he couldn’t just tell them that he’s never been in a pack that he could remember, could he? If he told them about the testing laboratories, would they let him in? It wasn’t as if Novemthree was contagious of some disease. He wasn’t. Anything that had ever been done to him while at the lab, he would retain the side effects. He couldn’t transfer anything to anyone. At least, not that he was aware of. He wandered sort of aimlessly and it was starting to scare him. What we he going to do at nightfall? What if he accidentally came across a pack’s lands, but they were hostile? So many questions bubbled beneath Novemthree’s surface, and he swore the patch of teal fur between his eyes began to burn. He winced, eyes watering slightly, and looked around him. Where the hell was he anyhow? And even if he did find a pack, what made him think they were going to help him? He stumbled onward, filling with fears, and questions, and a small dab of hope. He thought he could smell the scent of wolves, but he couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t sure if his mind, or nose rather, was playing tricks on him. There were to many ‘what ifs’ that racked his brain. What if this land was a pack’s lands? What if they weren’t friendly? What if…? ”Errggg!” Novemthree moaned as he stumbled over the small pup. He hadn’t even noticed him lying there upon the ground. He pulled himself up off the ground and straightened up, his eyes still a bit blurry from watering. ”I’m really sorry. I wasn’t watching were I was going. I-I…are you alright?” Novemthree asked, in a voice that quivered slightly.