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The fish were not very lively in the cold water, trying to stay in safe shadows. Once and awhile though one would get a fright from a tiny movment, and dart to the other side of the pool. Another one taking off, because it got bumped by the same fish. Then they'd all scatter, and retreat. It was amusing, and sad how frightened, and reactive they were. She couldn't imagine being on the bottom of the food chain. Every day darting around, counting on death at any second, never feeling secure. A lone wolf had it's disadvantages, but she knew an eagle couldn't swoop her off the ground, or a deer wouldn't try to eat her. Cougars, and bears were a different story. She wouldn't fancy meeting either of them having seen the damage they could havoc. Predator against predator was much more fair then being the skiddish fish without a chance. She hoped to never find out what she could outlive, and tucked the bloody images away.
Shifting her weight, she checked the sky watching tiny white clouds lazily passing on through. She had plenty of time before she should be home, she assured herself. The borders were not far from here, and she didn't paticularily carried where she slept. She doubted anyone would notice her amiss any way. Borden maybe, but she didn't see how he could be every where at once. The last time she had been with him, it would come no surpise if she didn't see him any time soon. As for everyone else they were all in there own little worlds where she was not. No, why would any bother if she was not needed. Gently huffing, scattering a few dead leaves, she frowned at the thought of no one missing her. She didn't know how to be something anyone missed.
In her growing musings, heavy, musky scent alerted her to another coming for the water. Muscles tightened, triangle points raised, while a curious gaze set to find the wolf among the view. She heard the almost silent steps, and wondered if she should be concerned still not seeing the unknown male. A streak of dark brown, and tawny hid popped out from the white near the other side. The stranger was no doubt male by his large, mascu form. He had startling gold eyes, that she could not read. Silver visage remained neutral, intelligent glance only watching as he nodded to her before getting a cold drink. No threat felt, she did not move. Inhaling she could catch the faint, almost same scent of others. But she wasn't sure if this meant he was a pack wolf, she was more curious of is deamenor. "Hello," She murmed indifferently. She was waiting to see if he chose to acknowledge her or drift away. do you still feel like
you know what your doing?
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Long Live - Ruiko - Feb 04, 2011
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As his tongue lapped at the strikingly cold water, the gentle greeting echoed across the quiet area and caused the male’s darker brown ears to flicker briefly upon his skull. It was not that he ignored her per say, bit Ruiko was far more interested in satiating his thirst for the moment than introducing himself to a wolf that did not belong to the River. He had always been wary and disinterested in lone wolves or those from other packs, and only until he lifted his muzzle did his gaze strike out to find her once more.
His tongue swept across his lips, cleaning the small droplets of water that rested there before they trailed to his chin and dripped upon the ground. He blinked in the female’s direction, noting the pale coloration of her pelt while her eyes were perhaps the more fascinating. He had never seen bi-colored eyes before, and he canted his muzzle slightly before clearing his throat. “You’re from Midnight Plateau?” His tone was deep, and at times rough as was perhaps expected from a wolf of his large size. He had only met another wolf who resided in the pack, spare his uncle who had once forged it as his own. He ran in to the Plateau wolves so scarcely that he found it surprising each time that he did that they were still there on their part of the mountain.
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Long Live - Jaysyek - Feb 04, 2011
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Like she was watching someone else live there life, his ears flicked at her voice, but he contiuned to drink. She did not wish to interupt, guessing he must have walked a ways to need one. Instead she layed like a stone statue, almost. Nostrils twitched, breathing deep his mixed scent. Trying to figure it out. Moss, dirt, ancient trees, stone, maybe, and other wolves mixed. So, she had been right to think he was not a mere loner. Swift River, yes that right there was another pack. It would make sense he was from there. Mind always did, the gears turned thinking what position of the pack he could have, but she was loss for that answer. But, who could know by a simple drink? She half wondered, taking the moment to see the different color patterns in his fur. They mixed, and smoothed into a flattering way against his muscular form. He was no danty thing. Breathing in new air, she pushed her torso from the stone feeling his gaze upon her.
Staring into the bright, gold swirls they were very riveting, she almost felt they could see through her. A tiny chill, like cold wind prickled at her nape. The urge to shake her ruff, but the deep, masculine voice had her full attention. Jayse wasn't surpised he knew what pack she was from, but then she was. Two feelings completely oppisite, felt at the same time. He looked a creature of smarts, and the scents upon her must have given her away. She couldn't see her outerward appearnce being changed by the mountain. "I am. Is it that obvious, though?" Brows wrinkled a little.Voice reflecting no hint of taunting, more her intrest in the answer. How he knew. Curiousity, would the youthful tendency never die?
cause i don't think you do.
don't think you do...
don't think you do..
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Long Live - Ruiko - Feb 05, 2011
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She didn’t seem daunted by the fact that he had chosen to quench his thirst first before conversing. It was refreshing from a few others he had passed in his lifetime – especially the more sensitive females of the world. Instead, he could feel the curiosity of her bi-colored eyes upon his figure, though it did not phase him much. First impressions were commonly surrounded upon appearance until one dwelled further to know their companion and form true opinions based on their personality. It all seemed rather fruitless to the male, for only a handful of his friends and acquaintances from the dozens he had ever met stayed in Relic Lore. Wanderlust seemed to be contagious in Relic Lore.
A hint of a smirk curled at the corner of his cream muzzle, though he did not allow it to break through. Lifting his large shoulders in a shrug, the leader gave a light shake of his neck in a casual manner before he settled down to his haunches. “You smell like the mountain.” Relic Lore was an area he had grown up in, and the small distinctions of each area had become quite apparent to him over time. “Is the pack faring well now that the water has returned?” There was always time for simple diplomacy.
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Long Live - Jaysyek - Feb 05, 2011
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Aww, the mountain. Of coarse it would have it's own aroma, she had only grown accustomed to it. Fo Tail wrapped about her haunches. "Aw, I see. You must be familiar with the territory." A simple statement, observation. She wouldn't be able to tell where someone lived in Relic Lore as she had not been many places. She only knew he had to be a pack wolf, and he was not from hers. So it left the obvious answer. Or she would be clueless to his where froms.
The water returning was new information. Gray ears moved, foreward more so. No on had yet to tell her Relic Lore had ever been without the important resource. No wonder wolves were scarce if it had only returned. "Well, I did not know the water had dried up. But, yes I suppose the pack is doing all right. A decent number of members." She stated, with a pondering smile. Unsure how much information she should share. For one she didn't want to blabber, and two it didn't feel like her information to give. What harm was there in her words? She understood why Borden had said they had no rival pack, yet. It didn't take a second glance to see if all Swift River wolves were his size, it indeed with be worrisome what they would do to an enemy. She saw no darkness in him, he actually was refreshing company. Neither one mood nor the other. No, she saw no harm in talking to him. "If you don't mind me saying sir, you must come from the Swift River pack, then." Again, she prayed no harm done.
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Long Live - Ruiko - Feb 05, 2011
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He gave an almost sardonic snort, his eyes gleaming as they cast over her lithe figure once more. “You could say that. My uncle founded your pack initially.” It was a worrisome thought to where Honijo was – Indru had spoken that the older male had not followed them when they left with the water, and despite the rivalry Ruiko had enacted between them for rank, the male was now the closest thing the older Tainn siblings had to an authority figure. But he was gone, as were their parents, and it was up to Ruiko, Indru and Niija to guide their younger siblings in the world.
He did not query how many members they had gained, though it did intrigue him. Were they larger than Swift River, which was the pack that had dominated Relic Lore for years? Ruiko made a mental note to speak to Indru about it, but for now, he did not want to initiate any suspicion in the she-wolf with his curiosity. If anything, the male from Midnight Plateau that Ruiko had encountered before had seemed amicable enough and he held no qualms to them.
Her assumption brought his gaze back to her features once more, and he gave a short nod in confirmation. “I lead Swift River.” For now.. The small voice was there.. noting the electric tenseness in the air between Indru and himself. Indru was not enjoying his role as second, and Ruiko was expecting the challenge that might throw him from his throne to happen very soon.
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Long Live - Jaysyek - Feb 05, 2011
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The information, brought eyes to widen, not greatly, but enough. She had never thought of someone being born in Relic Lore. The idea hadn't occured to her, though now it did. The she wolf could picture a young pup growing in the wildwood. Had he been one? He had a keen knowledge. Beyond her, or anything anyone had yet to share. The trouble with meeting a stranger was, there were million of unanswered questions, and he was intriguing indeed. He could always have come here, she suspected not to assume. Surpise on silver face, was more to the reason why his uncle founded the pack, and the wolf was of the other, however. Swallowing, eyes were alight with interest. "Really?"
Hmm, maybe she should have bit her tongue, but she couldn't contain her words. Ears slightly swiveled, back then foreward. "I"m sorry I scarecly know anyone, and not much of the lands. I've always been fasinated knowing the stories the world tells." She hoped he wasn't bothered by her honesty. Or her jabber jaw.
Leader though? He was the leader of Swift River. She played it through her head. No, from first meet she would never guessed that, but he did look the part, staring on him now. Little by little it made sense. A lead had to be a capable wolf with a knowledge, strength, and heart if they were to be such. Fools did not keep packs together. Nerves threatned to seize her, mess with her mind. No, she would act no different then she would have, if the knowledge hadn't reached her ears. Of coarse she'd be respectful, but she for the most part was a respectful wolf to any who deserved it. He was not trying to dominant, nor be rude. A sideways grin swept on black lips. "Leader, I had not guessed. You must be a good one." She had little to convey he was, but she admired any wolf who took other wolvs lives into theirs.
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Long Live - Ruiko - Feb 05, 2011
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Something in her uniquely colored eyes seemed to flicker at the mention of Honijo, and Ruiko canted his head slightly at her intrigue. He gave a light nod at her explanation, completely understanding why. Ruiko, as a youth, had always been keen upon sparring, hunting, and anything else that offered his ability to reveal his brute strength and clever knowledge of fighting. Yet at night, the tawny wolf had revelled in the moments that Rihael would gather the pack together at the den site where they could lay curled up close to one another and listen to the patriarch of the pack. He had told them of the lands history.. of his youth. Anything and everything, and Ruiko had drank the information as if it had been vital to survival. “Relic Lore has many of them.”
There was a pause in their conversation, and the pale silver she-wolf noted her surprise at his rank. He wasn’t quite sure how to take this, but did not delve his thoughts to whether he looked the part of not. What did draw a small snort from the male was her assumption that he was a good leader. “That is yet to be determined,” he offered with a light drawl, his shoulders lifting in a shrug.
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