Mountain of Dire On Top of Old Smokey

Dull black nails clung onto the slippery boulders that lined her path of ascent for dear life as her ethereal form ghosted higher and higher up the mountainside. Further and further from the lake where she had come to temporarily call her rendezvous point and the stench of females in heat. Her own heat cycle was a sheer joy to experience, let alone sharing spiked estrogen levels with that of three other females. Especially that silvery female whom the colorless female had noticed being shadowed by Vespertio, the tawny pack patriarch. Hexamora was not dumb enough to be oblivious to the body language between the two and it would only be a matter of months now until annoying little crying balls of fur joined the ranks. Disgusting, demanding little devils that never shut up. This also left her to realize that the silver female whatever he name was again would soon be filling the void position of matriarch if she hadn't already. Just what Hex needed. Another ego inflated fool to temporarily 'swear her loyalty' to until she could recover enough to embark on a lonesome trail again.  

Scaling the rocky heights of Dire she had plans of spending the day if not a couple away from the pack to collect her thoughts with the scent of fresh air and no other female wanting 'girl talk' or a bruising. Coming up to a ridge large enough to allow her small frame to rest with plenty of room to meander about her ivory paws came to a halt. Her sides rose and fell heavily with the struggle of bringing enough of the thinned air into her gasping lungs from the exhaustion of the climb. Pink tongue panting between parted jowls the pair of mismatched eyes scanned over the scenery that lay sprawled out before her from her perch in the sky while a cloud of vapor constantly left her lips with each exhale. A sea of green spread out before her from the tops of trees beginning to bloom with their new sets of leaves to replace the ones lost in autumn, the forest broken up into sections by the crisscrossing waterways of rivers and creeks filled by the melted runoff from the very mountain she now stood upon. Well partially stood upon. There was still a long way to go before she even came near the top and today no such traveling was going to be made. If her body could barely handle the air at this elevation there was no way in hell she could handle the barely present air that must reside at the peak above.

Now that she was at a good height to scour the land her mind began to descend into its depths to mule over the plans for the future. Where would she go once she was fit for long distance traveling? Her den was back in the deep forest in that eerie phantom hollow, but there was no way she could survive the trek back. Not yet. A couple more weeks at least would need to pass before she could even think about returning. But what would she do once she did manage to make it back out that way? There was nothing out there for her but frozen ground and surely no food to keep herself fed on. No soul to corrupt, no pack to bring toppling down if she ever got that bored. Hm, decisions decision.

"Speech."

(This post was last modified: May 12, 2015, 08:12 PM by Hexamora.)

Up among the lofty heights, a hazy winged figure soared, searching and waiting and scrutinizing the lands below for a place to land. It wasn't until she spotted something that was definitely not snow along the mountainside. A harsh cry was given to the wind as a set of two midnight-black wings brought her lower towards the earth. The place that was most suitable for a proper landing with taloned feet was a bare and cold rock shelf not far from where the wolf had been.

Folding her wings, she regarded the woman with an eerie eye, the pupil seemingly clouded over with specks of white. "Cr-r-ruck, cr-r-ruck..." she scolded, her black beak opening wide to reveal a curled gray tongue. Beware, beware....

A carefully taken step brought her forward with a click and a scraping sound of her nails against stone. Her black feathers ruffled as she turned her head to see the wolf with her other eye. Another raspy call escaped her, wondering if the white canine would even acknowledge her...

The tail at her back swished from one side to the other and she spread her worn wings as if to appear a little more intimidating. Gesturing her wings forward she called again, still wanting to ward the wolf off. In due time her siblings, too, would appear, but she would be the first to cause some havoc of her own. She turned to face the other creature head on, an rather daunting expression settling on her narrowed lids. Her simply being here was a warning - whether or not the woman wanted to heed it or not was to be her own undoing in the end.

Any form of decision making by the woman was soon brought to a temporary halt though. Soaring on the wind currents high above her was an obsidian silhouette, a shadow against the gray washed sky with deliberate intentions unknown to the ivory wolf. A silent flutter of wings beat the air a farewell, its lightweight embodiment angling at a downgrade to make a break for the unoccupied shelf of rock hanging just off to the wolf's side as charcoal beak separated to allow a harsh cry to fill the airwaves. It was the clicking of talons on granite that caused the small rounded ears atop Hexamora's cranium to pivot towards the source of the sound, mismatched optics moving with the slight twist of her head to come to rest on the slim frame of the pitch black raven. A scrutinizing glare mirroring that of the unexpected guest and its single, eerie eyed gander forcing her lids to form near closed slits. Cr-r-ruck, cr-r-ruck... came the nauseating sound that did much to cause her hair to stand on end, her skin crawl and her stomach give an unexpected gurgle for something fulfilling.  Lifting a colorless paw she gave the unwanted presence a swift swat.  

Missing the raven it was apparent that her action was not welcomed. A hobble forward was taken toward Hexamora and instinctively the inky lining of her lips pulled back part way to reveal stained teeth, wrinkling the skin cloaked over her muzzle. Black feathers ruffled in a humorous way to the woman followed by another raspy caw off the tip of a gray curled tongue. "I don't speak bird, you bag of bones." came out the stoic words. Apparently that wasn't the brightest idea either since now she had one angered raven challenging her. Or so it seemed by the display. Wings extended to increase its pitiful size another round of calls echoed off its worm like tongue to rake against her eardrums. Briefly the rounded tips of her ears pinned back against her skull to protect them from the shrieking caws and crucks. What the hell did this fiend from the skies want with her? She was just a simple wolf and her counterpart was just a simple, yet amusingly annoying, raven. Right?

"Speech."