Ghastly Woods another bad poem

<b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8A9F4D;"> Let's go into the big, creepy forest! Yes that's a brilliant idea, Lachesis, well done. He cursed himself aloud once he found himself deep in the heart of the Woods, his pear-coloured eyes searching around desperately for an exit. The Springs was nice, he should've stayed there until he learned more about the land like his initial plan had been. But no, of course brilliant Lachesis had to go investigate the land for himself and end up in the creepiest forest he had ever seen. Awesome. He was rather fitting in the Woods with his pale, ghostly appearance — even his eyes, in the right light, were a haunting colour. Paired with his long, spider-like legs, Lach could pass for a ghost any day. The thought made him a little less weary of his surroundings, his strides a little slower than his previous panicked state. If he was going to be staying here, for however long that was, the boy had to learn about the territory. This would aide him in figuring out which way would eventually take him back home — maybe he would come across another wolf who had been born close to his home. The thought of meeting another caused him to stop dead in his tracks, a shiver dancing up his spine. It had so casually entered his mind that Lachesis had almost forgotten what that would entail. Speaking, actually speaking, to another wolf that had not been in the Pack. A stranger; foreigner; somebody he couldn't trust. Mother would know what to do in this type of situation — he was a bag of nerves, his long legs quivering at the thought of meeting another wolf. He gave his head a quick shake before carrying on, his pace returning to his previous quick strides. He just wanted to go home, that's all.

(This post was last modified: May 05, 2013, 06:05 AM by Lachesis.)

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Tuwawi had deviated from her Issumatar's side, eager to branch out and explore the surrounding lands; after all, Siku seemed keen to follow another band of wolves for the time being. It mattered not, however, for the queen's reach was unfazed by distance, and although the two were separated, they remained united in mind and purpose. It was the benefit of being apart of Tartok.

Yet the small firewolf's inner compass seemed broken when it lead her into a strange wood. Budding maples and birches quickly phased into weedy stalks of barren trees feebly mounted on rock and debris. Parts of their spindly boughs became ensnared in her red mane; adding to her disheveled look. Tuwawi's patience quickly dwindled, especially when her stomach began to growl, but despite a strong effort, no exit was found. It felt like the harder she tried, the more lost she became. Navigation was never a strong suit, anyway.

Just before Tuwawi began to curse like a sailor, something caught her eye. Like a spectre in the distance, a sheet of white moved between the dying trees. "Hey!" she called as she sprung towards the stranger, hoping to gain his attention and perhaps ask for directions.

(This post was last modified: May 03, 2013, 11:12 PM by Tuwawi.)

ty for joining! <3<b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8A9F4D;"> The silence that settled in the Woods was both eerie and discomforting, the only sound coming from twigs crunching beneath his sore paws. It reminded the yearling of how alone he was — his brother had been chased away by a massive beast, one that Lachesis still couldn't put a name to, and he had no idea what direction home was in. After entering the Woods he wasn't even sure what direction the den he had managed to scrap together was located. It didn't matter anyway, he hadn't intended on staying there long. The longer he lingered the more inclined he would be to stay — he didn't want friends, he wanted his family and the friends he had made within the Pack. They were what was important, not these feral wolves he knew nothing about. There was no point in learning anything about them (or speaking to them, really); he didn't have time to dabble in conversation aside from asking for directions or asking if they had come across his brother. How was he supposed to speak to these strangers? Could he talk to them the same way he had spoken to members of the Pack, or was there another way he was unaware of? It was at the moment, as ironic and droll as it, when a voice broke the silence that surrounded the ghostly yearling. He stopped in his tracks, a forepaw raised as he hesitated to place it down, his pear-coloured eyes wide as they searched the Woods for the voice. Run! Run you fool! He couldn't move, though — his spidery legs were locked and quivering, his ears pressed to the back of his skull. What was going to happen to him?!

stick with those who stick with you

OOC|| Is it okay if I jump in? I hope it doesn't overwhelm poor Lach. xD ||

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Naia trotted merrily along her normal path through the Ghastly Woods, a rabbit carcass swinging from her jaws. Catching small game always put her in a good mood- it reminded the young wolf of being at home. Of course, at home she had always had company on a hunt... Naia shook her head slightly to dispel the thought. She didn't want to ruin her good mood by ruminating on her loneliness. Besides, with her luck the moment she wished for company she would stumble across another one of those hateful wolves from the Pass. The small wolf shuddered as she recalled her last meeting with a Pass wolf several days ago... when she asked for his name, the strange brute had screamed, “DEATH” and lunged at her. Now, Naia hadn't been out on her own for very long, and she wasn't sure how wolves outside her birth pack conducted themselves, but she was still fairly certain that fell into the category of 'disturbed behavior'. On the other hand though, perhaps she had unwittingly broken some sort of arbitrary rule of interaction in these parts. She was never going to know for sure until she came across another wolf-- hopefully, a more normal wolf this time..

Just as Naia was wishing she might see another wolf, she stumbled upon the two strangers. There they were, just standing there on her normal path as if they were waiting for her. Shocked, Naia halted a few wolfslengths away from the pair, and the rabbit toppled from her mouth as it went slack. Her first reaction was one of alarm. Pass wolves..?”A spike of adrenaline pulsed through her body at the thought, but her panic was short-lived. As she inhaled, she realized that two others smelled unmistakably like lone, wandering wolves. They each carried jumbled, muted scents of many different territories, indicating that they hadn't been settled anywhere for very long. Interestingly, they both smelled very different from each other, which told Naia that they weren't traveling together. When she determined that they were not threatening, she abandoned the rabbit on the ground and approached the pair in a friendly manor.

“Hello, you two. Are you lost?” Now that she was closer, she could see that the red female was about her own age and size, and the male looked to be a little younger. Perhaps that was just his frightened expression though-- he looked like he had seen a ghost. He looks like he could be a ghost himself, Naia noted with droll amusement, he fits right in here! On more than several occasions, Naia had been out here when the sun set, and these beautiful old woods transformed into a dark, spooky hollow. She had actually been hoping to make it back home before sunset, but satisfying her curiosity about these strangers came first. “I don't mean you any harm,” she assured them, mostly for the benefit of the terrified-looking male.

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(This post was last modified: May 08, 2013, 03:15 AM by Kiche.)