Fireweed Rise light 'em up

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It was a warm day. The sun peeked out strongly from behind pale clouds, and any time she could find her way into its rays, she was content. Snow was still on the ground, for it was still quite cold. But it was warmer compared to days past. Moving south from her temporary den site, she hugged close to the mountains. She recalled the days she'd spent up there, a wraith among the crags. Those had been dark times. Another time in her life that she'd managed to push through. Borlla liked to hope that she was an adult now, capable of forgiveness and understanding. Maybe she was. Maybe she wasn't. Surrounded by willow trees, she couldn't help but feel better when the trees parted and she came upon Fireweed Rise. Not that you would have known. Most, if not all, of the flowers were gone, covered and destroyed by the snow and cold. But it was still an open space, and there was something invigorating about it. Something that called to her, commanded her to stretch her legs. And she would give into that call. Her tail waved over her back in a playful manner and a smile came upon her muzzle. She broke into a casual trot to start, but slowly began to speed up, head stretching forward to let the cold wind blow over her back. Borlla picked up speed, her paws eating up the snow. She'd made it only half way across the field before she slowed down, and her head dipped forward, forcing the girl into a roll. She tumbled in the snow, landing finally on her back, limbs splayed in all directions. Freedom, it just felt so wonderful. <b style="color:#5c312b">"speech."

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Unwilling to remain in Willow Ridge’s borders given the grief that flooded each wolf within them, the Argyris male took to scouting the surrounding areas of his home. He did not seek anything in particular, rather, sought to keep any potential signs of trouble at bay. Given Narime’s recent fall and Koda’s loss of memory, the pack had its fair share of sorrow and pain for the winter, and the ivory male thought it best to keep it that way in any matter he could.

His paws lead him to Fireweed Rise – the stretch of land before him was snow covered, and having only arrived in autumn, he had yet to see the terrain before him in its prime. What he did notice, though, was an ivory figure, seemingly enjoying what the snow had to offer. His fiery eyes blinked slightly, taken back to not very long ago when he and Elettra had done the same – the secrets they had shared had stirred something within him, though he was not willing to admit such a thing just yet.

Ushering a low ‘wuff’ to announce his presence, the large male prowled forward, his figure held neutrally, though wariness crept to his eyes as they washed over the girl. “Enjoy it while you can,” he mused with a lopsided grin that coaxed to his muzzle. “Spring is on its way.. can you scent it?”

(This post was last modified: Feb 12, 2013, 03:28 PM by Phineas.)

Tempest was more than relieved that her self-appointed mission had been a success. She had gotten Koda back home where he belonged and she, herself was pleased to be back home. She had not been a member of Willow Ridge long, but that didn't matter. Her brother was here and she had committed herself to Lady Elettra and would never break her pledge. That was simply not the Thorben way. Honor, commitment and love, above all else. She was proud of her upbringing and fervently hoped that she and her brothers could resurrect the Thorbens here in the lore. She and Guiness with their actions and perhaps Sloane would carry on the line. She suspected that Willow Ridge was to lose a hunter soon to the affections of her baby brother.

So, she vowed to excel in her own hunting to make up for the future loss to her pack. She suspected that Sloane and Narime' would remain close though and that was good. Getting back to her task, Tempest tallied her results of the morning. A couple of squirrels, three scrawny rabbits and many other misses. Not much, but every little bit helped. She had deposited her small bounty in the pack cache and decided to head south to a large clearing that she had seen from the distance, but hadn't had the chance to explore yet. Perhaps she would have better luck there.

As she neared the clearing, she realized that it was far bigger than she thought and was covered in a layer of snow. The clouds covered much of the sky, but where the sun broke through the snow fairly sparkled. Tempest marveled at the simple beauty of nature as she breathed deeply of the fresh cold air, feeling revitalized. With a sigh of determination she began circling slowly, casting about for some sign of life to hunt. Something caught her attention, but it wasn't something to hunt.

It was another wolf, running exuberantly a little ways away. She had just come out of the brush herself, so her coat had blended fairly well with the trees and she had not been noticed yet. She was glad, because the smaller wolf's enthusiasm was beautiful to see. She wished that she could let loose herself, but she had been nothing but reserved since she had left her pup-hood behind. Even more so since the tragedy and her own...attack. Regardless of her past and her own reserved nature, seeing the lighter wolf go into a roll that ended with feet splayed and an expression on her face that was lovely to behold. Complete joy in the moment.

Tempest almost didn't want to ruin the moment, but something drew her forward a few steps, bringing her and her russet coat fully out into the snow covered clearing where she stood out like a beacon. She said nothing, waiting for the other wolf to have her moment of bliss and notice her in her own time. She stood in a completely neutral position with her long plume waving gently behind her. Before the girl noticed her, another form emerged from the trees not too far from her and spoke to the wolf that had been playing. The breeze carried his scent to her and she recognized the large pale wolf as a fellow Ridge wolf, although she had yet to meet him.

(This post was last modified: Feb 12, 2013, 03:14 PM by Tempest.)

The Calm in the Storm

She'd been enjoying her lollapalooza, under the impression that she wasn't being watched. Sometimes one just wanted to get out some pent up feelings, be a little crazy. She hadn't expected to feel suddenly self-conscious for her actions. Sure, they were hardly "adult", but if adults were adults all the time, well...She wasn't sure how they all could survive. She'd been comfortable on her back for a few moments, half buried by the snow, head tipped back enough that her nose almost touched the snow and the sun warmed her throat. But she was warned suddenly by the sound of crunching snow, followed by a woof, and she instantly rolled to her belly, ears back, looking not unlike a started feline. Her eyes momentarily wide, shrank down to slits before she relaxed. He didn't seem all that threatening. Borlla slowly rose to her paws, shaking herself free of snow. Holding herself in a casual fashion, she offered the male a faint smile, one brow cocked over an especially bright honey gold eye. <b style="color:#5c312b">"It's like you can almost smell the wildflowers getting ready to break through all this snow." Her tail wagged a bit, and she pawed at the snow, breaking through to the frozen grasses below. She was about to go on when another wolf appeared, and she looked past the male stranger to see who this new company was, meeting the eyes of the female in questioning and ushering fashion, as though Borlla was wondering why she was standing so far away. Was she going to join them or just stand there? <b style="color:#5c312b">"speech."

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She laid there – it seemed his intrusion had caught her in an act of pure innocence as she remained, belly up, her nose almost touching the snow. Unable to help it, the male’s grin widened before she looked to him, startled, and in turn, he bowed his muzzle lower to show he meant her no harm.. unless she meant it for him.

Whether she felt foolish for being caught mid-play or not, she did not seem to show it. Her words drew amusement from him, and as he gave a small nod of agreement, the large figure of the Arygyris male was about to bend forward in the snow in a playful bow to entice play when the fiery figure of another emerged.

Blinking, the male smoothed his gaze over the feminine curves of the newcomer, noting she scented of the willows from the ridge. He had never seen her before, but that did not mean she was not of his pack. If anything, she remained him of a daintier version of Guiness. Unable to ignore a wolf from his own pack, Phineas offered a nod in her direction of welcome. “’Lo.” It would seem his adventure outside of his pack lands would prove to be more worth than he had originally imagined; and if anything, it was not lost on the male that he was in the company of two very attractive creatures.

(This post was last modified: Feb 12, 2013, 03:37 PM by Phineas.)

Tempest felt a little self conscious when the girl finally noticed her about the same time as the large Ridge male. She knew that he could tell that she was a pack mate, just as she had him and his simple "Lo.” in greeting brought a smile to her face. She moved forward gracefully, satisfied that this would be an intriguing encounter and not a troublesome one. Today, she just wanted things to go smoothly and this looked to be a good start. She tipped her head politely in greeting to both of them and then offered her name to the unknown female. She did not need to know that Tempest and the pale furred male had not yet met each other. "Hello! I'm Tempest Thorben. I do agree it is a lovely day. It won't be long before spring is here."

She looked out at the broad expanse of snow covered ground, marred only by the wild run of the younger wolf and mused out loud. "I wonder what all of this will look like in the spring?" She had not been in the lore all that long and this was her first trip to this place. Evidence of long dead flowers poked through the layer of snow, if one took the time to notice. The other fae spoke of wildflowers and it seemed to fit the place. Would they be multicolored or would it be a sheer blanket of yellow... she suddenly wanted to know.

She settled next to the ivory wolf, feeling strangely relaxed in his presence. Perhaps it was because he was a pack mate and not a rogue, or that the other female was there too. Although she doubted that a stranger would help her if there had been trouble. Whatever the case, her usual jitters around an unknown male were not present and she felt herself relax somewhat in the presence of these two wolves.

The Calm in the Storm

Her toes curled into the snow, waiting for the stranger to join them. She seemed rather friendly. How lucky was she to have come upon such friendly company. Her tail wagged again as she watched the stranger introduce herself. Tempest. Hm. Two t's. It caused Borlla to chuckle slightly. <b style="color:#5c312b">"I'm Borlla Tainn. Nice to meet you two." Nodding her head politely, she pondered where they were from. Their scents were similar, but unfamiliar to her. At Tempest's question, however rhetorical it might have been, Borlla chuckled, <b style="color:#5c312b">"Thousands of lovely red flowers. It's really great to see." Spring would be upon them soon, and she just couldn't wait. Rolling her shoulders, she looked between the two, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. <b style="color:#5c312b">"So, are you both from the same pack?" They seemed kind, so she couldn't help but wonder where they were from. It wasn't like it was in her best interest to be alone forever, and with spring on the way, well, why not offer her services? Whatever her services were. <b style="color:#5c312b">"speech."

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His gaze shifted between the two, noting the introductions with humble intrigue. Tempest Thorben – it would seem there was a reason she was the tinier version of Guiness, and the ivory male could only assume sibling, if not an eerily, doppleganger-like cousin. Borlla Tainn. It was a different name, though Phineas did not find it unpleasant, and his eyes fell upon the other she-wolf’s cheek, noting the bright tangerine of her eyes without truly looking at her directly. The thick pelt and dust of silver and cinnamon accents was a rarity, and he couldn't help but feel the polite and innocence with which she held herself meant she had no understanding of her attractiveness.

“Phineas Argyris,” he offered, his tail giving a light sweep through the winter air. His gaze drifted once more to the fiery she-wolf who now settled beside him, deciding that even within moments, he already enjoyed her company much more than her relatives, Guiness.. if only because she was more fun to look at.

“It would appear so,” he gave an apologetic to Tempest, his eyes shifting to the ivory dove once more. “Though we have not had the pleasure of meeting. Willow Ridge has been.. busy, the past few weeks.” He hesitated a moment, not willing to offer a lone wolf the woes of his pack mates. Rolling his shoulders back in a light stretch, the large wolf settled to his haunches, welcomed by Tempest’s presence at his side. “You seem to know the area well. Have you lived here long?” His question directed to the alabaster rogue, he found it strange to come across a lone wolf who was so familiar with the area. Perhaps she belonged to a pack he did not recognize the scent of?

(This post was last modified: Feb 12, 2013, 05:11 PM by Phineas.)

Tempest listened as Borlla spoke of the field being covered in vibrant red flowers come spring. Red. That must be quite a sight. She made a mental note to return here when the snow had melted, if only to see the field afire with color. "That must be quite a spectacular sight to behold!" As they all settled into each others company, the russet fae was more and more pleased that she had come this way today. She wasn't getting much hunting done, but this was a welcome diversion.

She noted the look that Phineas gave her upon hearing her name and she gave him a quick smile. Surely he was taking note of the family resemblance. Although she was far smaller than either Guiness or Sloane, she was quite large for a female. She also knew that now that he had her name, he wouldn't be able to miss the Thorben coloring. The bright amber eyes and russet fur were very distinctive.

Borlla, as she had introduced herself, then asked if they were of the same pack. Phineas answered and she nodded in agreement, giving the younger fae an assessing look. She seemed to be a loner, the lack of pack scent quite easy to detect, but Tempest wondered if she searched for a home. When Phineas asked if she had lived in the lore a long time, Tempest encouraged her to answer with her own calm voice. "Yes, you seem to know the land well. I would love to learn more of my new home."

The Calm in the Storm

The brighter girl seemed quite excitable and for once, Borlla found herself amused rather than agitated. Perhaps it was because her knowledge caused this excitement. It made her feel quite useful and, well, being useful felt good. She'd been quite useless for most of her life, but the change was quite welcome. It was also rather pleasant not to feel the need to make some off-handed snide comment, because, like some gross miracle, she didn't feel the need to stifle the happiness of others. It seemed as though when one was in good company, they tended to turn into good company as well. Hm. <b style="color:#5c312b">"It is. I've only really seen it in passing, but hey, maybe this spring." There was a light chuckle behind her words. The male introduced himself then, and she nodded, working his name around in her mind. <b style="color:#5c312b">"Phineas?" She said it once with no caution in her voice, certain that she'd said it right, then grinned. <b style="color:#5c312b">"We should start a club." She said, mostly sarcastically. They were a trio of odd names, weren't they? Borlla felt that, perhaps she should be at the top, but as it had been no more than a joke, said nothing of it. She'd never thought much of her name, but noting the oddness of the names of her company, it was hard not to put some thought into it. Names were simply something you were born with. Some felt the need to change their names. She didn't, despite the fact that she would undoubtedly get looks from some. Borlla was pleased to hear they were from the same pack. It made narrowing what limited options she had down. Although, at this point, she wasn't sure how willing she was to wander all around this expansive place just for the sake of finding her "perfect" home. She'd adapt. More or less. It was a daunting idea, being in a pack again. The last time she'd been in one, she'd been leading it. A pleasant enough experience, but it had bored her in the long run. Once you were at the top, there was really no where else to go. Borlla blinked, realizing suddenly that they were both looking at her. A question had been issued and so there was the spotlight. <b style="color:#5c312b">"Oh, well, I was born north of her. But I've been around. Most of this southern area I'm unfamiliar with. I've really only, you know, walked past it." Living in the mountains had given her a relatively good view of much of the southern area by the mountainside. But the stuff to the west was something she'd hardly seen but in passing, in trying to find a way out. The north was her area of expertise, but obviously she wouldn't come in much handy there. <b style="color:#5c312b">"speech."

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