Thicket of Secrets Break the maze

Although it was somewhere around midday it was not exactly easy to estimate the time with the sun so predominantly hidden behind a thick canopy of trees. Weldering's silver hued neck arching back as he tilted his head up yet other then a few rays of dim light breaking through the green leaves there was little to be seen up above with the exception of the odd squirrel leaping between the trees. With a heavy sigh his head was dropped, with such a dense thicket it was very easy to walk into things if he did not keep focused and look where he was going. There was no set path either as the young black masked brute found himself having to spatchcock between the mixture of trees and tall ferns. If there had been a trail then it had most certainly overgrown this summer beyond recognition.

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Hi! First post with new character, forgive if she goes... everywhere.

In woods so thick, so dark, crossed with greenery and fallen limbs, the groundhog had thought itself safe. There was cover everywhere! In such shadows her bleak fur turned dusky gray, and the long-legged she-wolf could bound over obstacles the frightened mammal had to climb - it hadn't had a chance. Score one for natural selection. It squeaked and fell silent when it lost its head. Ghast threw her head back and grinned. The whiskers tickled going down her throat. With one brutal motion she seized the corpse and pivoted, finding the darkest direction, then rustled through the foliage until settling a short distance away. She didn't care about the noise. She had achieved her one small victory for the afternoon. Blood touched the corners of her lips and her ears bent forward in studious concentration. The crunch of the bones symbolized one last quiet peace. She found quiet in the massacre. And she heard - beyond the beautiful silence of her mind - nothing coming, nothing suspected, not even the increasingly loud march of a male marching hopelessly through the thicket.

(This post was last modified: Aug 02, 2010, 06:52 PM by Ghast.)

Hey thanks for joining! <3

There were several rodents of various kinds scurrying between the leaf covered ground and yet the slightest movement Weldering made forwards sent them into the smallest of gaps between the Thicket and out of reach. While stepping over fallen logs came easy to Ghast with the gift of agile long limbs this black masked lone wolf was large and somewhat awkward with odd movements. He was not even going to waste his time and lose any dignity today by hunting the small forest creatures that hid in the thicket instead he was going to go fishing later and explorer the maze of tall trees with little worry. Weldering preferred wide open spaces, so far this thicket was only sending him the feeling of being trapped. It was also wearing down his patience for in some tight places he had to double back and chose a different route to take him out of the other side. He was already making mental notes to not come back in a hurry. Though with his thoughts distracted by the sound of rustling leaves and crunching up ahead the scent of blood was unmistakable even if it was only the smallest of traces. Picking up his pace he peered his dark muzzle around the corner of the bushes spotting Ghast as she finished her meal. "Hey there." He called, though hoping that he would not make him jump as he slipped out of the way of the ferns to reveal himself.

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Ohai there Debain <3 I hope you don't mind if I revive this thread a bit. First post with Alastair =3 The starting of Alastair Sherlock's walk had gone exceedingly well. Nothing had disturbed him for approximately 9 minutes and 13 seconds now, and he was allowed to trace through the thicket in peace. There were seven thrush nests dotted around in precarious positions in the treetops that he had seen so far, and the man had not the patience to count the birds themselves. It didn't matter, did it not? Although he looked ahead, he knew everything going on around him. Having been plagued with strange (and yet, surely healthy) libidos lately, he was glad to be painlessly freed from trouble and cast away any inflections upon incunabulum. His eyes were not well focused on anything in particular, rather he saw in this periphiral vision. What lay directly ahead was tangential and he needn't busy himself with such unimportances. With a flick of his head he twisted around quite suddenly, peering back from whence he had come. A frown etched it's harsh lines into his expression. He hadn't missed anything, now, had he? No, he thought not, but the scent of another was strong in the air. He turned back to the direction of his journey and continued along the same mental route, not diverting for anything. His pads treaded skillfully upon the sponge-like ground as he flickered his attention from here to there, detecting the close-by presence of the lone wolf once again. He paused for a moment - not even a second - and determined the information of male quite easily. He sighed, and upon deciding that it was only expected to introduce himself now that his scent could surely also be smelled, uttered the word "Dull." He cast his eyes skywards and turned, away from the peace of thinking alone on his walk and towards the tedium of such an encounter as was common between lone males. He came towards the figure of the male, a dark dusty grey falling in curtains all around the masculine lone wolf, and cleared his throat. He was still a distance away, but vision was decent enough for an introduction. He looked at the man, wondering whether he could learn anything from the way he would greet him. It was often the case. He inwardly smiled to himself, and simply waited. Walk. "Talk." Think.

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While Alastair waited nearby his presence was not un-noticed by the young silver and black masked male, in fact neither was his approach. The sound of rustling leaves beneath his paws and the scent brought to him on the breeze. Sharply and a little surprised by the presence of someone else the young male turned now to face Alastair. His bright blue eyes fixing on the other lone wolf and waiting for a few moments to see if the other was making his way closer or even planning on greeting Weldering, but no. he was waiting for him to make the first move. He may have ignored Alastair altogether had he not turned around to see that the first wolf, Ghast, had now scurried off into the dense Thicket. Sighing lightly to himself he now proceed forwards. "Hello?" Not just a greeting but also an inquiry as to whether this wolf was planning on sticking around or toiling off like the first had.

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