Riddle Heights climbing uphill

The dainty paws of the white she-wolf carried her up the perilous slopes of Riddle Heights. It felt good to be moving again, rather then stayed curled up further south amongst the space trees. She had <span class='word'>educe</span> the energy from her stationary form. It had taken a little bit of effort to really get going though. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten and she'd felt a little lightheaded. But she'd managed to nab a skinny rabbit, hopefully something just to kick start everything so maybe she'd be able to get something more substantial later.

The sun was high in the sky, but mostly obscured by clouds, giving the air a chilly nip. Although she was heading north, she was also going up. The route Aisling had taken ended up being a bit roundabout, and she began to head back down before she reached the height of the Heights, moving diagonally. The view in the distance looked so familiar, and her tail wagged, causing her steps to move a bit more hastily, skidding slightly upon the loose stones. Yelping, she scrabbled for a foot hold, though it only made her slide faster.

<blockquote>A mostly sunny day he headed away from the grove in hopes to nab a bite to eat. He had not hunted for himself, and he was craving something fresh. He was hoping to get enough courage to find Volkan. He did not know where she lived now, and had started the task at the falls. He had last seen her there, and though it was childish he imagined startling her in the rocky cavern. It was empty, and his nostrils breathed in the old scents. It took only that for the doubt, and depression to creep back into his soul. Why did he have to see her? Then, and now? A quiet whine no one would hear he quickly turned his back, and started up the rocky outcrops of the heigths.

All the stretch up the hill he pushed himself, letting his muscles burn with his rushed motion. All the while a debate went in his head. Should he see or should he not? He was quite obsorbed in this mental fight, and the landscape before his paws. He didn't realize how high he was getting. Often he grumbled to himself about Rhysis, Volkan, and the sharp rocks that now and again scraped the soles of his paws. He was brewing at the edge of rage when a yelp with the rumbling of rocks broke into his dark cloud over his head. A turn of his head he looked ahead, down, and then up. He may have heard a yelp, but he was till surprised to see a cream cloaked maiden headed his way. Oh damn!

He dug hard against his own footing before pushing off, and climbing to reach her. He didn't think about his own safety, or if he would get her. He moved, trying to place himself infront of her so she wouldn't fall. If his plan would work, he did not know.</blockquote>

(This post was last modified: Jan 24, 2012, 11:43 PM by Triell.)

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This was a bit unfortunate, wasn't it? She was on her way back, to try and reacquaint herself with the world. She couldn't live in hiding forever, alone. The past weeks had felt like years, and the last thing she wanted now was to just go tumbling off of a mountain. That was terrible. Rather than trying to run up, when she would obviously keep sliding down, she maneuvered herself forward, and tried to skid to a stop by digging her paws into the rocky terrain. Focused upon the ground, when she finally looked up again, there was a black form blocking her fall, in a very purposeful way, it seemed. Oh no! Why was he doing that? Did he want to fall too?

Aisling began to shake her head, trying to coax him to move before they both fell to their deaths. Aisling hadn't taken into consideration, however, that she was, not only small, but weighed quite a bit less than she normally did. And that was saying quite a bit, as she wasn't that heavy to begin with. As the mountain came close to leveling out, she slowed down, and did eventually run into him. By that time, she'd squeezed her eyes shut, and tried to press her weight down as hard as she could. When she hit him, there had been a bit of force behind it, but not enough to really move either of them anywhere, especially not off of the side of the cliff.

Realizing that she'd stopped, she scrabbled back, sitting slightly back on the slope, paws braced so she wouldn't slide into him again. <b style="color:#388d10">"Oh no, you shouldn't have done that. We both could have died. Oh, that would have been awful!" Aisling half-mumbled, half-spoke normally, but didn't make eye contact with the male. Her ears were back as she more or less spoke into her own chest, head tipped down. <b style="color:#388d10">"speech."

<blockquote><i>i always think of shutterfly when i see aisling. xD</i>

He braced his paws hard against the hard rock, and small debri of snow and dirt. Ignoring all her protests. What kind of wolf would he be to watch her fall to a miserable death? He didn't think that was her intention and if so she would have to do so some where else. Everything happened quickly in his eyes, she slid, and bumped into him neither one moving any further down. He grinned at the small victory his topaz stare looking at the closed eyes of the maiden. Had she been that scared? She was light as a feather, and it'd been easy breezy to stop her. He did not speak nor move waiting for her to realize they weren't going any where. She startled away from him. His ears had to bend, and strain to catch what she was muttering.

Taking the time to listen he caught the gist of it, and a grin further encased his muzzle. Turning his head his eyes seeked out the meek wolf. <b>"Die? Psh."</b> He said giving a slight shake of his coat, yet trying to keep his paws firm against the ground. It was a nasty fall, but he wouldn't have taken the trip straight down. <b>"If you climb further up the mountain you might,"</b> he was quick to add, lifting his chin to take a good ook at the Mountain of Dire. What had Uncle Honijo seen it that place? It was beyond him. He curled up his right paw, and licked at a pesky stone working it's way between his pads before placing it down to peer back at the girl. <b>"What are you doing way up here?"</b> He asked, a curious tilt of his head.</blockquote>

(This post was last modified: Jan 27, 2012, 06:42 PM by Triell.)

are you with me through it all?