Ghastly Woods Where we find it

It was odd coming to new lands. For as long as he could remember the big man had lingered further south from here. Much further south. So far south that the world looked different and the sky lacked the clarity found here. For some reasn the stars here in the north were so much clearer. There were also things he did not quite understand. What was true for him was that this forest in particular felt like home. So this was where he was lingering.

Byelobog hadn't seen another wolf in a long time. He had found a dead fellow a few months back and had stopped long enough to try to figure out how he had died. Probably from the injuries he had sustained. Byelobog wasn't a cannibal, despite how tempting a carcass was. So he'd left the body there for the crows. They would do what they wanted with it.

The journey here had been more or less a zigzag. His fight from the bear was long ago, almost forgotten. It was one of those stories he told with plenty of embellishment to make the ladies swoon. Of course, he always expected them to swoon anyway, not that they would. That was the curse of a big ego.

Night was well on it's way. The sky was a blanket of velvety indigo and violet. It was hidden well by the canopy of trees overhead. That didnt' mean he couldn't appreciate it. Oversized paws crunched the undergrowth as he moved through, a sandstone shadow cast in the night."Speech"

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The woods were definitely unsettling. Long branches were inescapable, and had turned an otherwise pristine white pelt into something far dirtier. Darkness was overwhelming, and the boy was not afraid to admit that he was scared, because that in turn meant he could say that he was brave. That was something he'd learned from his adopted father, who in turn claimed to have learned it from some old coyote. There is a difference between fearlessness, bravery, and stupidity. Without fear one cannot be brave. Those words were echoing in the back of his mind as he kept forward on his track, overwhelmed by the scent of fox. What business they had in these woods he did not wish to know.

Branches cracked as he moved though, having to force his way through them just to keep forward. Forward until at least his nose sucked in the scent of another wolf - another male at that, and he froze on the spot, lifting his head and widening green eyes to look through the dark and the thick expanse of trees only to see... nothing. Night was creeping in too quickly, and the thick woods weren't doing anything to help boost the dying light.

So he remained still, poised as ears soon picked up the sound of paws crushing the ground. A big creature - a bear?! His ears pinned and tail tucked, body tense and ready to strike. What if it was a bear?! He'd be royally screwed. Perhaps the beast wouldn't notice his presence thought, despite dirty white fur sticking out in the night like a sore thumb. The bear might just walk right by without ever looking, and the rest of his evening would go just swimmingly

Various thoughts were in the man's head as he ambled along. There was no real destination in mind. He no longer knew what he wanted out of life. The trees were rustling in the night, blown around by the gentle wind. Branches of surrounding trees tugged at his fur, coaxing him to shed what little undercoat he had left. He would have to buld for winter eventually. Let the trees take the bits from summer. He'd wandered so long without seeing anyone else that he was almost surprised to pick up the scent of another wolf. Lifting his head, he paused to glance around.

It took a few minutes for him to pinpoint the direction the other wolf was in. Byel was curious. Piqueing his curiosity was sometimes at the expense of the other wolves. If it was someone he could toy with, well, all the better. The big, lean man needed something more in his life than trees and cold trails. Perhaps he would encounter someone like that girl from so long ago. Sweet and full of her own type of chaos. Now that one had been a firecracker.

A creamy shape emerged before him and he paused, looking at it with his head to the right. What he noticed after his eyes had adjusted to staring at the other male was that he seemed terrified. Byelobog's eyebrows arched high on his head. He couldn't figure out what the boy could possibly be so afraid of. It was a calm, peaceful night. The biggest danger was a tree snapping to fall on them. This was far from what he expected at the genesis of his new life. "What makes a boy afraid of the dark?"

"speech"

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So many things could go wrong in the blink of an eye. He knew it all too well from his own short-lived experiences. One moment you had all you wanted in the world, and then the next your nose was full of nothing but blood and fear. Few people could truly say that their fears were justifiable, worrying only because their parents had taught them to give a wide berth to the shadows. Zenji - still just a yearling in his own right - had seemingly had and lost it all. Better to have loved and lost? Brave was the soul that first dared to speak such a phrase to the ears of the worried arctic child.

Flaring nostrils never did find the odour of a bear however. So his mind was playing tricks again it seemed, as the dark outline of another wolf made itself visible, however large the creature might have been. It still put the white boy into a better state of comfort, an audible breath of air pushing from his chest as his body shook out his fur to relieve the tension in his muscles. Wolves were not something he had yet learned to fear, bar from one fire-pelted female who had a habit of stealing limbs.

"Nobody thould feaw de dawk." It made a difficult thing of taking him seriously when his tongue still had such a hard time wrapping around the most basic of sounds, sounding like he was completely full of tommyrot. "Juth de unthavowy cweatureth dat lie widin it." With a firm nod of his head he stood taller, trying to shake the first impression of fear that he had evidently given the other male. It didn't do him any good for others to think he feared them. Fear led to lack of respect, or so he had been led to believe.

(This post was last modified: Sep 15, 2015, 01:06 PM by Zenjiro. Edit Reason: Coding UGH )