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Breath came from leathery black nostrils in a steady rhythm as the exiled DiSarinno (former) Prince neared the trees that formed a sort of fortress-esque wall that began what he had heard locals call Spectral Woods. It was the rumors that he had heard regarding these woods that had lured Nanook to it, frightened whispers spoken upon quick tongues of the few loners he had remained civil enough with to speak too. Oft, he did not return the courtesy of giving his name and though he did not forget their faces, nor the names bestowed to them, he did not particularly hold such things in high regard disconcerting most of it as invaluable. His powerful allies (and likewise enemies) would lie within the borders of the different packs dotted along Relic Lore, not in some scraggly loner. He heard all sorts of strange tales, most of ghosts. Hauntings. Nanook did not put much in store when it came to paranormal activity. He had yet to see, or hear, or have any sort of interaction with any corporeal being that had once lived but had since left their physical body. He could not imagine what might make a soul to decide to chain and bind themselves to the realm of the living -- and knew that when he passed, someday, he would move on. To Elysium was his ultimate goal, or maybe a special spot upon Olympus…though the darkening chaos in his mind hissed a very different tune, that he would be thrown to the deepest pits of Tartarus to rot with the Titans. Though, having came from a culturally divided family, his father devotedly following the Greek Gods of myth, while his mother held no outstanding religious view Nanook, unlike Olympia, had remained upon neutral ground when it came to things such as ‘religion’. Willing enough to…listen, if not to believe.Nanook picked his way through the woods, the fog twining and caressing the stocks of his legs where it twined. If it were a living thing capable of hindering him beyond sight and senses, it would have constricted his legs and tripped him long ago. Fierce eyes of liquid gold cut through the deception, forcibly pushing against the sense of disorientation that the fog was giving him. His situation was not helped that he was wholly unfamiliar with these woods. Weariness crept upon Nanook, causing smoky ivory hackles to bristle in warning to…well no one since he was rather alone. It made him feel better, being alert, being on edge. While it meant, likely, looked paranoid, it caused him to be ready for whatever tricks that these woods decided to play upon him. Ears lowered to lay at half mast atop his skull, angelic face impassive as he picked his way through the trees, occasionally pausing to lower his muzzle to the ground, inhaling the alien scents around him, the wisps of something that was, while foreign, was wolf. Female, if the fog that hovered over him was not simply playing with his senses. On a whim, perhaps a momentary lapse in good judgment, he followed the trail, the scent getting stronger with each stride he took. The fog nearly concealed her, and in such Nanook came startlingly close into running into her, catching and halting himself at the last moment, taking cautionary steps back unsure if she were a friend or a foe, and she appeared to be sleeping, at that, he did not wish to be quite so close as he woke her. She had the scent of another upon her though, something he did not pick up at first, and eyes scanned the blue colored surroundings about them, furiously looking for any signs that she was not alone. Nanook was not a major fan of surprises.
She was covered in a coat of ivory, that much he could tell, and appeared smaller than him, though that could have easily been a trick for she was slumbering on the ground and the fog was working to hide her from view. Something about this felt too…fairytale-ish for Nanook. Damsel in distress slumbering in the dark woods, and he stumble along. Whether he had the reprising role of Prince Charming or the Evil step-mother (er, brother or something in his case) was entirely unknown. When he was a good (safe) distance from her, Nanook chuffed at her, the sound breaking the eerie silence around them, hoping it was enough to stir her.
Sex: Female
