There's a hole in my soul - Printable Version

Carrying the last name Harbinger came with a price… it was not one he had been willing to pay and now he found that he was starting to miss the giant lot of them. He had managed to get out of this debt by leaving the place he had once seen as a horrid cage. He even felt a small sadness for missing Odin who was probably dead by then given his old age. The Trickster carefully placed his paws in the soft white snow, his eyes narrowed to see through the storm that had been brewing in the portion of the north that he had started to call home. Each step came with a small thud as Gabriel came out to play. The young Harbinger boy plastered a wicked smile onto his face to match the atrocious thoughts that had presented themselves in an orderly manner.

He gave a small cough, feigning illness for any wolves or creatures in general that happened to have the misfortune of being nearby. He looked around the forest that seemed to whistle to the winds. A cursed forest indeed, which he could manage tell despite the training or therefore lack of that he had received. Loki’s unique eyes provided him with the sight up ahead that might have frightened his brothers. He began to laugh at the site of a deer decomposing, leaving the meat to rot. The animal had it coming. The tawny brute’s muscles highlighted themselves with every step the wretched creature took. Sometimes the earth really was stupid. Thick fur protected the boy from the harsh winter winds as he saw them as little to nothing. They were nothing like what he had endured the year prior.

The one good thing that had come to the boy at Farden’s Reach was the bitter northern cold. He could say, without a single doubt, that the cold never bothered him anyway. The wicked creature kept his pawsteps as light as he could as they bounced through the fresh layer of snow, untouched by the strangers that lived in and around the area. No one could stop the Prince of Tricks and Chaos.

Thoughts are like burning stars and ideas

Whisper Caverns

They flood and stretch the universe

Namid trodded along the path she went, in the same direction she’d been traveling for the past few weeks. Though, this direction still felt new in respect to the fact that she’d been traveling up instead of down for a month or more before then. How she hated the snow that crunched under her paws. Never before had she detested something as much as she did this horrible precipitation that she wholly blamed for making her leave her new family and the one she cared for so. She swore, if she saw any more of the white death fall from the sky she’d end up having a breakdown of some sort.

That tended to happen to a wolf who was away from the company of another of their species for too long. Their pack natured being weighed down in them, a heavy burden on their mind and on their soul. They craved the companionship of another like themselves, no matter who they were or what their personality that was one thing all non-domesticated canines had in common. Currently, Namid’s soul was very heavy with lack of communication to anyone other than herself.

Moving along, her mismatches gaze caught sight of something that made her ears prick forward. Paw prints. Bending her head she carefully inhaled, nose twitching at the scent that had become so foreign to her. It was definitely another wolf, and judging by the musky scent it was a male. A sort of whole-hearted excitement filled her chest, making her giddy at the thought of another so close by. However, she knew she had to keep a level-head about her. The size of the paw-print indicated it was a male larger than herself, and most likely in better physical condition than she, who had gone a few months now with meager sustenance. He may not be the friendliest wolf, and he was larger than her which meant he could over-take her swiftly though she was the queen of agility.

Bending her head she tracked the scent, passing near a rotting carcass of a deer which, despite its grotesque appearance, made her mouth water slightly at the thought of eating something other than rabbit. Though, she wasn’t desperate as to go for it of course. Instead, she continued with what she was doing and hoped that, if she did come across the path of the wolf, it wouldn’t turn into a scrabble. That was something she couldn’t afford at the moment, and one of the reasons she really wanted to meet them was to see if they knew where another pack was or if she was even going in the right direction.

Gabriel was remaining half attentive. It was one of those focus situations where he realized he was not focusing so he tried to focus but when he tried to focus, even less of his attention fell to this surroundings. The peppered man slowly let his mind fall blank and the fog lifted from his mind. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he took in the surrounding scents. There was a sweet scent of a female nearby, causing his eyes to open wide. He held his breath as more scents hit his sniffer. There were mice and voles to be scented along with the promising signs of the end of winter. He would waltz in the general direction of the femme scent as he wiped a smile onto his face.

Keeping his chivalry in check, he would speak in a crisp and clear tone. "Hello there, ma'am." The words were innocent enough as the young loner dipped his head out of respect for the woman who stood before him. "My name is Gabriel." The words were soft and quaint out of the Harbinger boy's mouth. His mismatched, heterochromia iridum eyes of blue and green, examined the woman in front of him. She was of medium build with fur in coloration similar to him. Her eyes were a magnificent brown and beautiful blue. Her build was average too, not overly muscular or weak. She would be a fair competitor but he doubt violence would end this scenario. My, what a beauty she was. His eyes might have lingered on her form for a bit too long.

While she thought that she was tracking the male, it turned out that it was quite the opposite way around. The slight crunch of snow sent her ears into alertness and her head went up, inhaling the air around her and being surprised by the suddenly proximity of the other wolf. How she had managed to miss his approach baffled her, as she’d thought that she’d been being very attentive. Perhaps she was slipping, though she really wasn’t that old. At nearly three, she supposed she could be considered nearly middle aged for their species. However, Namid had quite the wise old soul in her making her feel older than what she was despite her youthful appearance.

Turning herself around she was met with the appearance of a young man, a yearling possibly on the verge of two years and full adulthood. Despite his apparent age, he was quite large in height and easily towered over her smaller built medium frame. His pelt was a bit darker than hers but marked in much the same way, though the main thing he noticed were his eyes. They were an interesting green, a shade she had yet to see in any wolf other than her previous alpha male Ash. Though she was used to others giving her a once over, it seemed the tawny man was giving her more than just a once over. She shifted her weight to the other foot, though tried to seem unbothered by his preening gaze. A regal dip of her pale crowned cranium was offered in greeting to her company, a gentle smile playing on her blackened lupine lips. “Hello, Gabriel. I am Namid, it is a pleasure to meet you, ” She introduced, keeping it formal. She played along with his introduction, lacking a last name as he had lacked his. If he wasn’t willing to divulge it perhaps she shouldn’t either.

The yearling fought back a snicker as she shifted on her weight. Was that him making her uncomfortable? That was fine by him. His logic, which mind you was pretty messed up, said that if she could not realize that she was such an attractive woman that men would likely observe for a bit longer than usual, then she deserved to be uncomfortable. He would grin as he finally got a name from her. Namid. That was a pretty name. His mind would clear as he started to formulate plots in his mind once more. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Namid." His pale tawny fur was sitting straight against his back as it clung to him, the occasional tuft out of place which made him appear almost rugged.

"What is a beautiful lady like yourself doing out here with no company?" The question held no malicious intent as he gave her a curious look, even dipping his head slightly to the left in a wondering manner. Surely she was a queen or a princess or something. If not, then it was surely a crime. Flattery would get him far in life, he had always been told as such. Now was such a day to prove this. "I mean surely a pack would want to keep a princess... or... queen maybe? protected." He slowly started to try and draw information out of her, keeping his eyes filled with the innocence he loved to feign. This was the Harbinger process.

The yearling was a charmer, oh there was no doubt about that. His words were laced with honey, dripping with flirtation and a sneaky sense of prying information. He continued to eye her, the boy who was quite possibly a full year or two younger than her. In most other species that wouldn’t have been much, and even to them it wasn’t quite a huge leap. However, to her it was a bit too much to have him act as such with this behavior toward her. It somehow made her skin crawl, but she shrugged it off. Flirtation wasn’t new to her, though she rarely if ever reciprocated it. This would not be those times, and she would remain cordial toward the encounter. While she didn’t think that he would attack her, there was almost a sense of possession that she got from the young man. A vibe that told her he thought he owned the world and that anyone could bow down to his paws.

"What is a beautiful lady like yourself doing out here with no company? I mean surely a pack would want to keep a princess... or... queen maybe? protected." He enticed, egging her on to let go of anything she had. If he thought he had caught anyone of importance he was dead wrong. She was just a loner, a normal she-wolf who was just trying to crawl her way back to her pack. Namid was no queen, she was far too ordinary for that in her eyes. This questions answer would bring no advantage to him, so she saw no reason to skirt the truth. “I am no queen nor princess, my friend. I am far too ordinary a woman for something of that importance. No, I was separated from my pack some time back during a blizzard. It led me astray, far from our borders and I have been searching for it ever since. Perhaps you know of the where abouts of the Cavern wolves?” She inquired. Maybe, though his attempt to get something useful out of her had failed, she could get something useful out of him.