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till the birds stop calling my name - Inkheart - Jun 17, 2013
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@Kisla
The air near dusk time was relentlessly still, the humidity of the sun beating down upon his inky fur with a wicked grin. His journey around the Northeastern section of Relic Lore was always welcome, given that he liked to keep himself well-informed of the matters that he had privileges over. Though he couldn’t take long journeys to gather information elsewhere, it would be a good idea to know of the happenings around the Glen. He was no leader but seeing as there were new children to worry about, he desired to keep them just as safe as he would keep his own family if he had one.
As he lay out amongst the sun near the Mountain of Dire, his body placed against a jutting rock that was perfectly placed to keep his body cool, he couldn’t help but think about the wolves he had met prior to now. After running into Elettra, a woman he had once sparred with, he couldn’t help but wonder what else he might find. The idea of running into Amelie was a startling one, though he felt that was likely lost. Her scent had not been found and asking someone about her mind just lead him out of the Lore. He refused to leave behind the progress that he had made, the pack that he had joined and the friends that he was slowly forming here. This was a good start for him, a start that he had missed out on thanks to his wandering nature.
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RE: till the birds stop calling my name - Kisla - Jun 27, 2013
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It was strange to her, starting life over in a new area. Kisla would still open her eyes from rest, expecting to see the familiar view of the River territory to greet her, and yet now when she opened those bright green eyes, all she was met with was strange scenery, which would then be followed with an intake of breath that indicated only a strange land. There was very little that was familiar about Oak Tree Bend, and so she sought comfort through her family and packmates.
Today, however, was a day she was eager to break way to exploration. Thus far she was unimpressed with the territories that surrounded their home, finding many of the woods to be dark, dreary even, while the foliage was thick. Looking to escape the clouds of insects that seemed to be around almost every corner, the she-wolf released a disgusted snort before her creamy paws lead to the direction of the mountain.
The terrain of the slope was not something she sought out daily – she enjoyed the lush forests and open areas to rocky embankments, and yet as she climbed, she could feel her heart flutter within her chest as her eyes scanned out the lands on the other side – hoping to catch view of her old home and perhaps settle a bit of her homesick thoughts. As she climbed, she made sure to take her time, unused to such rough terrain.
She did not reach very high when her nose lifted, the scent of another drifting to her. Blinking her peridot gaze, the tawny she-wolf cast a look around, taken off guard by suddenly having company upon this brief journey of hers. There on a rock reclined a swarthy male, and feeling her gaze harden, she made no move to greet him. Kisla Tainn, after all, had found strangers were never to be trusted at a younger age.
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RE: till the birds stop calling my name - Inkheart - Jun 28, 2013
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Inkheart felt the heave of his breath within his chest, eyes periodically opening to scan the area below him. For hours he laid there, finding nothing at all and feeling something empty in his stomach. Perhaps it was hunger? No, he had eaten before he arrived here so it certainly couldn’t be hunger pains. Inkheart was at a loss at what likely might be causing the pain within his stomach until realizing that he had slept for quite some time upon this particular rock.
Instead of changing into a productive state, his mind swiftly moved onto wondering about Arlette. It had been a while since he had seen the young girl. He had offered help if ever she were to need any, but she had not called for him since then so maybe she had moved on from this side of the land. It was slightly unnerving to him to think that she left without saying goodbye and saying where she was going, but he figured it was likely how a lot of wolves in his past might have felt towards him.
A faint scent crossed his path, waving itself into the wind and billowing towards him in a tizzy he immediately searched the source. He brought himself up to a sit, fiery eyes gazing his surroundings before spotting a young wolf gazing up at him. The distance between them was not overly expansive, just close enough that he was sure he saw her staring rather disturbingly up at him as if she had never seen a wolf sun-bathing before.
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