Ghastly Woods could brave it all

Arlette Dieudonné Lyall "Lette. Lette...please come out." Was he almost begging? She kept her eyes thin, not wanting a single glimmer to give her away in the blackness. Could he just leave her be for a second? She couldn't take everyone breathing down her neck, expecting an answer when she couldn't think straight. Maybe, if he had given her a second she would think he really was checking on her, wanted to actually know she was okay, that he cared. He only wanted his answer with the rest. Arlette knew what her answer was, but she also knew it wasn't the right one. She had to get out of here, but she had not figured out how. "I'm fine, just need a sec," she replied. How hard she tried to edge a warning in her tone, but was sure it betrayed her again with the usual formula of lightness laced with a hint of anxiety. Please go away, if you care you'll go away and let me breathe. The words kept echoing as if they might break through his thick head, if he might actually edge away from the mouth of the cave. This was what bothered her most about this pack, everything had to be fucking perfect and she was not conforming to any of their standards...not any more. "Lette," there was the hint of a growl when he called again, erasing all the warmth she had known him for. Lettie knew he was giving her one last warning, one last chance to choose. What choice was there? Pretending to be happy would not actually make her. Forcing her eyes open she was glad to be greeted by faint light of the warm sun in the east. Oh, what time was it? Groggy, she blinked, and tested her sleepy limbs that would not quite function. They had their own bite of numbness, and she sighed because she disliked when this happened. A couple minutes, she titled her head back. Even when she let her sight awake it was still hard to guess if it was morning from the knotted branches and limbs that entwined so tightly above and around her. It was like they were trying to block out the blue sky, and everything else. While she had not intended to sleep here, her rest had turned into a little more. The wolf gained her surroundings, seeing the familiar remains of her dinner, and the scattered piece of mountain she would just have to find that pass. It had to have scents, this she was pretty sure and for no good reason. Shifting her pale limbs, she jiggled them one at a time to get the blood flowing and set on a fast walk. She thought she was pretty ready for a hike, catching other loners trails here and there. Oh she thought wrong! It did not take long for things to start to look the same, the mountain to get obscured, and her tail to snag in a vicious, prickly bush. The more she tried to pull it out, the more burs seem to knot in the long white wisps of her hair. It was only in desperation she howled, a terrible cry for help.

(This post was last modified: Jun 01, 2013, 06:42 AM by Arlette.)

Azariah was out searching for herbs, a never-ending task it seemed. She was quite familiar with the bounty to be harvested from the thickets and the blackberry fields by now. She had a faint memory of certain healing plants that preferred the moisture around springs and falls. Her plan was to go to Bramble Falls first and then pay a visit to her spring before she headed back home. Although she was happy in the Thickets with her family, the private spring would always hold a special place in her heart. It was her first memory and anchor here in the Lore. Whatever the reasoning, she was excited to see the place that she had set up her first camp and for that reason alone she decided to travel through the Ghastly Woods to get there faster.

Just as the spring held a certain appeal for her these spectral woods repelled her. She'd promised herself that she wouldn't be back, but her desire to see her special place, coupled with her desire to return home soon won out. That was how she found herself traveling through the dark section of woods with feelings of anxiety tightening her shoulder muscles and prompting her into a brisk trot. When the call split the air she let out a small surprised yelp herself before she stopped and focused on the distressed call. The Healer in her could never turn away from someone that needed help.

Her petite golden body fairly flew towards the yelping and she let out an abbreviated call of her own to let the other wolf know that she was on the way. A few minutes later, she came upon a young woman about her age with an alabaster pelt and lush tail that seemed to be getting the wrong end of a thorny tangle of bushes. Her sea blue eyes took in the situation quickly before meeting a pair of bright yellow ones and introducing herself to the distressed girl with a friendly wave of her golden plume. "I'm Azariah Phoenix of Secret Woodlands. I think that I can help if you'll allow me, Miss."

(This post was last modified: Jun 18, 2013, 11:38 AM by Azariah.)

Destiny leads and I follow...for I am Destiny's Child

thank you

Arlette Dieudonné Lyall Another fighting tug, she managed to pull forward a inch, but a a short stick she forgot in her moment of panic, jabbed into her shoulder. Arlette muffled any sound, biting the edge of her lip. It was hard not to think she was trapped here forever, that no one would come for her. The dark ceiling reminded her too much of a dark pool's top, water crushing her. Stealing in another quick breath, her ears vanished in the white fur on her skull, and she closed her eyes. Letting her heart beat thud in her ears, frantic in her chest she wasn't sure how long she remained in her frozen state. It felt like the sky would soon darken and swallow her up too. Suddenly a short call was sent back, and the white lady jumped, hitting the same stick again. Glaring at it, she rubbed her nose against her flesh, and attempted to turn around. More sticks from the wild brush met her on each side. Lifting a front paw she forcefully brought it down on part of the roots, smashing some of the foilage. There was so much more. Tilting her nose she let out a deep woof, hoping to help her rescuer find her quicker. Before her eyes appeared a blond female with very pretty colored irises. Wide eyed the Hollow wolf blinked not sure she was real. The creamy tail of the other lady wagged, and she introduced herself. Two things happened. Arlette's mouth opened, and then nothing came out. Secret Woodlands? She had been gone a long time. "Arlette Dieudonné Lyall," she answered a bit formal for the circumstances. Then a gentle, and amused smile crossed her pale muzzle. "Yes, please."

(This post was last modified: Jun 20, 2013, 03:41 AM by Arlette.)