Nightingale Palisade Ice Everlasting

Dated for 12/15 to fit Hex's timeline, anyone who fits is welcomed to join!

White. That was all Hexamora could see as her gaunt frame pushed through the blistering winds that ripped and grappled at her pale fur, pushing the strands in every direction imaginable while snow flurries whirled around and pummeled at the surface of her face. This left a constant stinging sensation as the little pieces of ice clung to the lashes above her eyes, leaving a tiny kiss of sheer cold before being whisked away by the same wind that deposited them. Where was she anyways? The last thing she knew or remembered at least was that she was somewhere in the deep forest and had been flirting it up with a strange golden man before the blizzard hit. There was no way for her to know if she was still in the general vicinity with the world around her lacking any color or distinct landmarks. She was sure she would have stumbled into a tree or a few by now with the way the wind kept knocking her around, but alas she found herself floundering like a newborn pup through a vast expanse of nothingness. Joy.  

Lost, and directionless not knowing up from down anymore the ivory woman trudged on, enduring the bone chilling, bipolar side of mother nature to the best of her abilities. "I've got to find shelter.." She spoke aloud to herself, dipping her head down to wipe her face with her paw for the millionth time as she felt the irritating and sadly repetitive sting of ice hitting skin. The woman knew she needed to find shelter, but how was she to look for a place to wait out the storm if she couldn't even see? This irked Hexamora and a loud rumble of her chest voiced it so in the form of a growl for nobody but herself to hear. With the high powered winds, she was surprised even herself was capable of hearing the noise. The current predicament definitely was an unsettling one, no sound but that of the whirling winds groaning in her ear and no sight but a wall of white to greet her bi-colored eyes. All there was left for her to do was start digging and hope her paws didn't freeze in the process. If she could manage to make a suitable makeshift den to wait out the blizzard she stood a chance at surviving the day. Or not. It was hard to tell what point in the day it was.

So she got to work digging furiously at the freezing collection of fresh powder and actually made quick work of the soft material reaching the moistened soil of the earth and began to dig through that until there was a hole just big enough for her small frame to wiggle in and still have enough room to at least turn around if need me. Not wanting to be caught out in this weather any longer she quickly dove in, almost instantly greeted by a faint warmth that began to melt the flurries that stuck to her dampened coat. Now the only thing she could do was wait. Wait for the never ending onslaught of snow and wind to come to an end. During her wait the woman in white found herself slipping into a deep slumber, head nestling into the fluff of her tail for added warmth. Hours passed, or minutes; how was she suppose to know, her eyes slowly fluttering open to greet the pale morning light that filtered into her makeshift den through the opening she had dug. Finally it seemed the storm was over and she didn't want to waste another moment being left uncertain about her surroundings.

Rising quickly to her feet, Hexamora shook the sleep from her pelt and bounded out into the fresh layer of snow that blanketed everything, her eyes squinting to adjust to the change of light that met her gaze. Once adjusted they scanned the winter wonderland around her. From the looks of things it appeared to be that she managed to wander into the depths of a ravine, nothing impressive to be seen but shrubs and an abundance of trees which she was dumbfounded by the fact she had not managed to collide face first into a couple of them. All in all she was left in another unknown part of the lore alone. Or was she? Had someone else managed to get swept up in the blizzard's wrath?

(This post was last modified: Jan 22, 2015, 08:28 PM by Hexamora.)

They meet again <3 Feel free to have her accidentally step on him or something. XD

The snowstorm had come so quickly and violently that Kova, who was on one of his adventures, had tried to turn around and head back home. However, as he wandered blind through the bright white, the boy drew further and further away from the land he knew. "THUNK" Kova yelped as his head hit something hard then squinted at the object. The gem he carried as a good luck charm dropped to the ground while Kova looked at the thing that hit him. Close up he could see the rough texture of bark. Though the youth tried to look up to the top, he was unable to spot how tall it was. The snow was falling THAT thickly with the icy wind blowing it all around. Kova couldn't identify trees by their trunks only. If only he could, then maybe he might have the slightest inkling of where he was. Maybe its a cedar tree? I may be close to king Maksim's territory. Or maybe it's one of those strange sad trees. If it's a willow then somehow I managed to get to the territories of the southern wolves. He looked around smelling the air for other wolf scents. His cousins pack was not a pack he would like to be close to. Not with the savage way Queen Narime had spoken to his mother. Realizing he dropped his lucky stone, Kova looks down to see a hole in the snow. It had dropped all the way to the ground. Quickly the prince scooped up his stone. Then, hoping that he was closer to Cut Rock River wolf land, Kova marched keeping an eye out for trees and tucking his head low to defend himself from the snow. He had been walking for so long now that the young males paws were numb. His everything was cold and shivering, and Kova knew that he would have to find someplace to get warm. He was so tired though. The silver wolf almost banged into another larger tree before spotting it and working his way around. On the leeward side Kova was surprised by the way the wind had greatly lessened. The tree was big enough to cut through the wind and snow leaving a small indent behind it. Feeling a tad warmer away from the wind, Kova decided to stop there and dig some of the snow away from the side of the tree. He got a good two feet down before his paws warmed up some due to the physical activity. It also helped that his little barricade kept a good 85% of the wind out as the walls of snow slowly increased around the boy. Settling down at the base of the larger tree, Kova curled tightly into a ball curling his tail over his muzzle then fell quickly to sleep. Morning arrives, and the tree where Kova had slept by was sitting in a snow drift about six foot high on one side while the other side was only about five feet of snow. Kova was snuggled warmly in his ball inside something like a mini igloo. The snow had covered him over last night, but the warmth from his body had made a small cavity inside. However the child was sleeping in because he was still cloaked in darkness despite the sun now being up.

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(This post was last modified: Jan 10, 2015, 09:22 PM by Kova.)

@Kova Sorry for the slow reply. 

Well now Hexamora had a general idea of where she was even if she didn't know exactly where that place was and now she was left to attend to the next task. Finding a way out of the god forsaken ravine. With a disgruntled hmph and her body set into motion the ivory glad woman began scouting the area, her odd colored gaze focusing more so on the snow riddled ground for signs of tracks from others with hopes that she could be lucky enough to come across a trail and follow the path of prints out to be free of this place. This was not somewhere she wanted to be and couldn't wait to find herself back within Phantom Hollow tucked warmly in her den with her precious nestled between her paws. Her precious.. OH CRAP! 

Where was her precious?! Hadn't it been with her the whole time? Perhaps he was tucked back into the temporary den she made to escape the storm. Panic began to sink in as her breathing picked up, heart racing rapidly as the mere thought of losing her skull racked her body. No, no no. She couldn't lose it! She had a collection to complete! Frantically she whipped her body around and trudged through the ankle deep snow back towards the small gap where she took shelter from the blizzard, her head sticking inside to glance around the dirt hole for signs of her skull to be present. Nothing. Empty. Shit! Now she was really panicking as she began to plow away snow near her paws in an attempt to miraculously dig up her precious. "Please be here..please be here." She begged the silence around her as in her frantic state, body beginning to run madly through the snow drift. In her blind running she didnt notice the little house of snow at the base of a tree that covered the young downs pup who slept still despite the morning sun reflecting off the surface of the snow. Squish! and a yelp was the only sign that there was life beneath the snow and this caught Hexamora by surprise. What the?  

(This post was last modified: Jan 22, 2015, 08:29 PM by Hexamora.)

Kova didn't know what was going on. He jerked awake when a paw came crashing down onto his head. His silvered body tensed as he felt the closeness of the snow walls enclosed around him. The boys ears heard the sounds of snow crunching nearby as well as the yelp of a wolf. Glancing around stupidly the young Lagina shivered while his mind processed the situation. He didn't seem to be in immediate danger.... His eyes fell on his lucky stone. The gem was just beneath his right foreleg. Reaching for it quickly he grabbed at it before looking upwards. He dimly realized that the snow had covered him up through the night leaving only a small space where air had been able to flow through. The little snow den reminded him of the wintery day that seemed so long ago now. His mother Minka had taught Noble and Kova to make snow dens in case they had gotten lost or were forced to sleep outside in an open area while it was snowing. Unfortunately Noble's snow den had been far better than his own, but Kova did manage to learn how to make a decent one. He had forgotten about that day until now,however as the wolf above made more noise Kova was forced to reveal himself just to see who was up there. Pushing through the snow with all his might, Kova burst through the surface. A small pile of snow sat atop his silver crown as Kova turned his head, which was the only thing visible over the snow, and looked to the she wolf. Her familiar scent hit him, and Kova's wary face was overcome with a friendly smile. "Hey there Primrose!" The silver head yipped happily from atop the snow. Then after a moment, Kova squirmed and wiggled his way through the opening stepping out into the strange landscape. "What are you looking for?" He asked awkwardly moving his lips around the cats eye gem still held in his mouth.

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Feel free to have him tag along and pester her XD

Hexamora was not expecting to hear the sounds of another beneath the snow and now that she did hear it(or it could have been a figment of her imagination) her head lowered to where she could have sworn she heard the yelp, sniffing at the pile of snow. A second later a silver head popped up to the surface and lucky for the young pup it caught the woman by enough surprise her body jerked back instead of sinking her teeth into his skull, the ebony of her lips pulling back to bare her canines with a low warning growl. "What the f-" A familiar scent then floated beneath her nose. It was the kid from the feast that seemed like ages ago. God, the stupid kid gave her a fright. She otta squish his little head again just for startling her the way that he did.

Stepping back one more step she chuffed her displeasure as her heart began to slowly return to its normal pace and the silver pup wiggled his way out from the temporary den of sorts he was in, a friendly smile resting on his tiny lips when his pair of blue eyes finally came to settle on her frame. Hey there, Primrose! he yipped in an all too happy tone that made her want to puke while having some sort of object clenched between his little jaws. It was so shiny and pretty, but nowhere near as beautiful as her precious skull was. Her lost..precious..skull. She almost didn't hear his question as her mind returned to a frantic state at the fact that her skull was not tucked safely beneath her or clenched between the sharp points of her canines. Where was it?!

"My skull.." She muttered indirectly to his question as her gaze drifted off to focus on the bleak surroundings of the ravine they now both found themselves trapped in. Hexamora really needed to get back to finding it. There was no time to help a lost little squirt find his mommy and daddy when she had more important things to do. Like find her precious. His life was of no importance to her nor affect her in any way. If anything he was just a burden that would slow her down. Keeping this in mind she sauntered off without a word to @Kova , her head craning down to sweep over the snow in a left to right pattern, hoping to whatever mystical force existed that she would find it. It had come to be like a safety blanket for the dove coated woman. Not like she needed it, but its presence was always cherished.

(This post was last modified: Feb 11, 2015, 07:31 PM by Hexamora.)

Kova's smile was wiped away as the white woman began searching for something in the snow. She didn't seem to care about his presence at all. Frankly he didn't care what she thought of him so long as she wasn't going to hurt him. He wanted company badly, for being alone in this place scared the fur off of him. He was a wolf who needed others to be around even if they were not talkers or disliked his presence. It was because of this that Kova began following the she wolf as she sauntered away from him. He didn't want to be left alone again. She spoke of a skull which piqued the boys interest. The skull must have meant a lot to her for the she wolf to be searching for it. Maybe it was like his rock, a good luck charm or something of that sort. Either way he trailed behind the woman keeping her in sight while also glancing around at the snow. Perhaps she would like him more if he helped her find this skull? "What kind of skull is it? I can help you find it. I know lots of animals by their bones." He tried to persuade the she wolf into talking with him whether she liked it or not. It was the only way Kova could try to befriend the poor woman who looked even more skinny than he did. Silently he began to imagine the kinds of skulls he had come across in his short life. Mule deer, rabbit, trout, bass, perch, salmon, hare, mouse, fox, and one very large moose skull was what made up the things he remembered most clearly. If her skull was any one of those animals Kova would certainly be able to help the Rose woman find what she was looking for.

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(This post was last modified: Feb 24, 2015, 08:15 PM by Kova. Edit Reason: added 20 more words for the 250 limit )

And just like she figured the furball decided to follow her despite the lack of invitation to do so. Great. An annoyed sigh broke the lining of her lips as she continued her search, refusing to miss any patch of snow that have decided to bury her precious and claim it for itself. Finding a small bump in the snow her heart raced with the prospect of it possibly being her skull and quickly her paws were put to work, digging away at the layers of snow to clear it away from whatever the buried item was. It took only a few minutes for her claws to hit something solid and another swipe of her paws revealed the tawny fur of a deer leg. Not her skull. Grumbling she lowered her head to sink her teeth the best she could into the solid hunk of meat and pulled it free from its frozen tomb. "What kind of skull is it? I can help you find it. I know lots of animals by their bones." The boy piqued with a tone of interest to his voice, a tone she was better off not hearing.

With a toss of her head she managed to make the dismembered leg land with a solid thunk before the pup, hoping he would stuff his mouth with food rather than stuff her ears with useless chit-chat. "A wolf skull. Now eat up, pup." She spoke while bringing her gaunty frame to a stop, plopping her rump with force into the snow. If the boy knew bones as well as he was suggesting then maybe there was a use for him after all. Maybe if he did managed to find it she would let up on the harshness she now cloaked him with. But only if he earned it. No skull, no niceness. Also maybe filling his belly would keep him from yapping the entire time they had to share each other's company. Lifting her head towards the sky she closed her eye briefly, whispering in a hushed tone under her breath. "Please come find your squirt of a pup." she pleaded to the grey clouds as if his parents could actually hear her wish.

"Speech."

Kova followed the woman diligently while also searching the snow for the skull Primrose was searching for. She wandered off as the boy had his nose deep into the snow sniffing at what lie underneath. Scraping at the snow gently Kova uncovered the half digested remains of a big owl pellet. It smelled interesting to say the least as he pawed at the pellet and rolled it across the snow towards the white she wolf. "This thing smells kind of gross. I'm not sure what it is..." The words he spoke were mostly to himself though they were loud enough for the snowy she wolf to hear. Suddenly the smell of something tantalizingly good encroached upon Kova's nose. He turns to see Primrose dragging a deer leg towards him. Instantly his tail begins to wag and Kova's owl pellet is forgotten. He nods as the white wolf says that her precious was a wolf skull, then Kova lowers himself submissively as she drops the food in front of him. He held himself back only for a moment before Hexamora gave the child the okay to eat her offering. Then the silver wolf jumped upon the leg and began devouring every little piece of meat and sinew on it. "Thank you so much!!"   Now he absolutely had to help her out. He owed her that much, and by golly Kova would pay his debt to her one way or another. Leaving the white lady alone until he finishes his meal, Kova watches her movements from his dinner seat. He was just about done now, and found that after the meal he was able to think a bit more clearly. A wolf skull would be like a coyote or fox skull, only our size and not small. I wonder who's skull it is? He thought quietly before nosing the bare bones of the deer leg away from his muzzle. It would take too much effort to crack them open to get the marrow inside. As it was his jaws weren't quite strong enough for that task either. So now the gray boy stands up and begins searching for the womans wolf skull.

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Thankfully the frozen deer leg was enough to keep the pup quiet allowing her time to gather her thoughts on where her skull was and how to get out of this frozen ravine. Sighing to herself her forelimbs stretched out before her to bring her body down into a laying position, ivory head resting upon her paws. Where could she begin? The last thing she remembered was being in the deep forest with two other males and that was the last place she remember having her precious with her. Was it possibly still there? In the swampy forest tucked hopefully under a tree where she had placed it. Anger briefly bristled her colorless fur as she thought of the possibility of someone taking her skull for themselves. Nope, she had to find it before someone else did.

Keeping this in mind she forced her body to stand up, taking a few steps forward to a suitable spot to start her search. Digging dull nails into the powdery substance a hole gradually began to form beneath her paws. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Bust. On to the next. Moving off a few feet Hexamora began to make another hole. Snow flung beneath her slender frame as she worked feverishly at the ground. Again the woman came up empty pawed. An irritated groan escaped her lips as she swatted at the pile of snow she had created. This was getting her nowhere. She was better off getting the hell out of dodge. Stealing a quick glance at the young pup she sauntered off, tail swaying restlessly behind her. The exit to this place had to be somewhere.

"Speech."