Verdant Mosses Oh, but she burns like rum on a fire

@Heigen
Word Count: 390

Ceara looked around her, wondering where on Earth she was. As the place was covered in a foot of snow already, it was hard to tell what sort of landscape she was in, but it was definitely… odd. And not a great place to find shelter for the evening. From what she could smell through the wet and cold, this was a place full of vegetation. Not that every other place wasn’t full of vegetation. Only… this sort of vegetation smelled different from what she was used to. It smelled very… mushroom-y. Underneath the cold, there was an overwhelming scent of earthiness that you only got from mushrooms. She had never been surrounded in so much mushroom smell before.

Other than the vegetation, Ceara was detecting no signs of life anywhere. Which was bad. No prey meant no food, and no food meant starvation. This was just one of the many, many reasons she wished she were part of a pack again. However, it seemed fate had been unkind to her and had made her enter the most uninhabited part of Relic Lore. She had been wandering in the cold for days, surviving off of snow and the occasional mouse or two. Her hunger did not bother her, though. At least, not so much as other things did. Like the fact that she was without a pack.

Packs were good for all sorts of reasons, but they seemed especially good for her. Being subservient by nature made it difficult to know what to do when she was on her own. She thrived on orders, on the hierarchy of pack life. Being the lowest rung on the ladder meant that she was used to doing what others told her to do. Without an alpha to boss her around, her life had no meaning or direction. She was desperate to be part of a family again, even if she had to go back to being the lowest-ranking member. She had never minded that before. Someone had to play the part of the punching bag, after all. If she was stuck with the part, then so be it.

But where was the nearest pack? She hadn’t caught the scent of another wolf in days. With a sigh, she fwumped down on her belly, not caring that she was getting wet from the snow.

(This post was last modified: Jan 23, 2015, 12:45 AM by Ceara.)

CEARA
The way she shows me I'm hers, and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

While the day was snowy and somewhat gloomy he decided to take a quick trip down to the east side, where he had never been before. Planning on returning that night he would only venture near the base of the mountain's territory. On his way down he had only incontered the lone crows or the lost rodent. Nothing big enough to take home to his family. Although the deeper he went into the lands the more he smelt something enticing. The scent of a wolf. The Colette was quick to follow it due to curiosity of who would ever be in such a damp and dingy place.

Traveling onward he caught sight of brown figure sitting in the snow. His tail was quick to flick out behind him and his ears slid forward ready to act. Stopping at least ten feet away he opened his jaws and out came a rather deep bark to catch her attention. Heigen's tail was still out behind him as he stood tall. He did not know the intentions of this young one and if they were ill he wanted to be able to act on protecting himself quickly. No way would he return to Phineas and the others at Silent Moon Plateau injured and weak. He would guard himself until she proved innocent. Better safe then sorry.

Staying his distance he waited to see how things may turn out. Perhaps he should just turn around and head home early. The Colette wasn't really a fan of this place so far anyways.

There is a moose carcass that has been scavenged by coyotes nearby. +15 Health

@Heigen
Word Count: 302

Ceara was half-asleep from the cold by the time the male wolf approached her. When she heard the bark, and the challenging tone it had, she reacted on instinct. Immediately, she rolled onto her back, showing her belly – the ultimate sign of submission, the White Flag. She stayed in this position, tail wagging a tiny bit, to try and diffuse whatever situation might happen. She glanced at the male, upside-down, as he was, and then quickly looked away. Staring another wolf in the eyes was a sign of challenge, and she didn’t want that to be the message he got.

She let out a whine. “Please, sir,” she started quietly, “I won’t cause trouble. I promise. I’ll be a good girl.” The words came naturally and unforced. To someone like her, who had been on the bottom her whole life and loved it, these were words she had spoken many times. Her position was potentially deadly, as she was open to an attack that she wouldn’t be able to easily counter. And her belly was a particularly vulnerable spot. Though she was fearful – as a good submissive should be – she also understood how the world worked. The strong attacked the weak. In this case, as most cases, she was the weak. That was just how it was. Who was she to break the natural order?

On the other hand… She could smell other wolves on him. So many wolf scents on one wolf meant that he came from a pack – something she wanted desperately to be a part of. Perhaps she could convince him to take her back with him? Maybe she could offer her services to the pack? It was a long shot, but she hoped – oh, she hoped. And so she continued to lie there in wait, unmoving and anxious.

(This post was last modified: Jan 30, 2015, 10:23 PM by Ceara.)

CEARA
The way she shows me I'm hers, and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine