Ghastly Woods Into the trees

((OOC Info: Icicle smells like a male, but not fully, due to a lack of hormonal production, he lacks the scent of testosterone))

@Drestig

The large pale colorless wolf moved silently along the overgrown trail. A small grunt escaped Icicle’s large body as some of the snaking tendrils from overhead pulled and tugged at his disheveled fur. His head pivoted slowly to look over his shoulder at the branches, as the skin over his shoulders stretched the wolf felt the familiar burning sensation that had driven him out into these densely packed woods to begin with. Tugging gently, he was able to eventually free himself, though not without cost. Tufts of ghostly white fur tangled within the branches as a sigh escaped his maw.

Trading fur for eyes huh...eh, better than the light.Icicle mused with acceptance as he turned his attention back the trail ahead. His eyes, the only real color the wolf possessed were a soft but light pink in color filled with a determination as he calculated just how much fur he may loose in the densely packed forest. The gentle brute stepped forward and soon found himself within a small clearing. Glancing up, he noticed that there was a faint filtering of light through the thick canopy and he settled down in the shelter of one of the many trees and closed his eyes to wait the day out.

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He'd been to the forest a few times before, on his expeditions across the mountains. It was denser than the one he used to call home, not as dominated by oak, but still mainly deciduous despite the northern location. The underbrush was the biggest difference, a tangle of shrub and bramble, almost impossible for a wolf to pass through. In fact, the ebony man wondered what had possessed him to wander into these woods again. The branches were naked, yet still somehow managed to block  out the sun, and a number of them hung low, scraping through his heavy winter coat, making him wince. The worst by far though, was the bluish fog that permeated the dim forest, way to akin to that which had spiraled throughout Spectral Woods. But he had longed for the shadows, his dark fur starting to itch under the sun; He had yet to start shedding, even if it was spring, and even though the air was still chilly, the sun made him pant. So he struggled his way through the shelter of the woods, hoping constantly that the next step would be the one to bring him free of the clinging vines. Finally he reached a clearing, open enough to let a few strips of sunlight down through the canopy. It was still permeated by the fog though and, in one of the shimmering cones of light, he noticed something that made his blood freeze. The figure was ghostly white, sitting half in shadow against a large tree trunk, its body large and skeletal, as if a white hide had simply been pulled over meatless bones. Drestig recoiled, swallowing hard as he stared at the creature, looking for eyes in a face that appeared to have none; You mind is running away with you! He insisted silently, trying to calm himself; It's a trick, a phantom formed by the light on the fog! He was a sensible man, never having been much for superstition, and yet he couldn't quite convince himself that this specter wasn't more than that. With a slightly trembling voice he called out, loudly, as if the sound could somehow scare away this ghost; "Hey, who's there?!" Word count: 366 ”Speech” Thoughts

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((OOC Info: Icicle smells like a male, but not fully, due to a lack of hormonal production, he lacks the scent of testosterone))
@Drestig

Slowly large white ears pricked and swiveled toward the sound of a noise. Icicle was drawn out of his waiting by a voice, a voice that seemed scared?. Icicle turned his pink tipped muzzle toward the voice, sniffing the air as his dim pink orbs slowly blinked open as he caught the scent of the wolf, mixed heavily with oak trees.  His movements were slow as he squinted through the fog, his gaze picking up a blurry shadow. He seems...tense... The phantom observed as he tried to bring the figure into better focus. Standing slowly, so as to not trigger any more pain from either his joints or the burned skin. His full height revealed, the colorless wolf truly did look like a skeletal wrath of the woods.

Let’s see how this turns out… Icicle was used to people reacting poorly to him and with a grudging acceptance he expected this ebony male either attack, mock or run. His maw opened slowly to reveal ivory fangs tinged by the salmon pink of his lips as he spoke. His voice was somewhat toneless and void of any expression “Hello there sir.” Three simple words, that's all Icicle was willing to say for now, he was unsure about this male and didn’t feel like exposing himself anymore then was necessary. The chalky wolf’s scent carried the distinctive scent of a male but at the same time something seemed to be missing….maybe something unearthly?

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It moved, uncurling into a towering, bony figure, looking blurry as it blended with the fog and sun. It was all the elder wolf could do, not to take a step back, hackles rising as he stared at the apparition. Then a pair of eyes suddenly blinked open in the pale face, drastically changing the ghostly appearance; Though Drestig wasn't sure it was for the better. On the one paw, the newly added character to the former blank head made it look more friendly, more real. On the other, the unusual color did its own to add to the supernatural appearance. As it was, Drestig remained silent, staring back into that face, that seemed to lack all color, except that of blood. Then the stranger spoke, and a shudder ran down the dark man's spine. The voice was young, but otherwise held little tone, a ghostly drone in the spooky woods. Rather than answer, Drestig attempted to use his remaining senses to investigate the specter, sniffing deeply at the air to catch his scent. At least he smells like wolf… Though there was something not quite right, how young was he? He smelled more like a pup than a grown male, though his size spoke differently. Now the smaller male was more curious than scared though; Ghost's don't smell! He had decided, and so, this had to be an actual wolf, if a peculiar one. "Damn kid you scared me half to death!" He barked, a light tension in his voice, though it was not unfriendly. Tilting his head, he tried to inspect the boy more closely in the dimness, squinting his ember eyes. White wolves were not uncommon, he had met a good deal in his lifetime, but none of them had pink noses, or eyes. The eyes were the most unnerving, could he even see? It looked like they weren't fully developed, again like something you might find on a pup, born to early. Drestig blinked, sniffing again; "What's the deal with you?" He wasn't much for niceties, and he figure, if it was really an actual wolf, he would not be unused to that question. Word count: 358 ”Speech” Thoughts

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@Drastig

The large colorless wolf sighed, of course this reaction was the one he would have gotten. Someone quickly assuming he was -something- and then accusing him of scaring them. How many times has this happened now?Icicle carefully shook his head for a moment, he realized that it hadn’t helped that he was sitting in an eerie fog covered clearing in the middle of the day. A sigh escaped the large canine as yet another familiar question had been repeated. Why were all wolves so predictable? Only curious to what you are? Not who you are?

SIcicle flanks rose and fail as he slowly settled himself back down onto his haunches, trying to conceal just how uncomfortable the movement made him. A wolf that didn’t understand something was more prone to try and attack it, at least, that's what Icicle had learned from past experiences. “I’m a wolf, like you sir.”That was his response, he had adopted a more respectful tone though, he didn’t want to offend or set off a possibly volatile loner. He wanted to probe exactly how it was that Drastig saw him, did he see him as a freak? a monster? some unnatural being that didn’t deserve to live? The Albino had encountered quite a variety of reactions to his appearance and he needed to know exactly which category this blurry shadow fell into before he was willing to part with more information.

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The ghostly being moved stiffly, the slow care with which he sat back down stripping away another layer of the supernatural air. Mostly he seemed, weak? Despite his tallness and dense bones, the elder man couldn't shake the impression that he was faced with a pup, a vulnerable child that needed protection. When he spoke though, he gave more of a notion of maturity, his words causing a breathy chuckle to raise from the dark male's throat; "Yeah, I kind'a figured as much!" He shook his head lightly, lowering his own hindquarters to the shrubby ground. That served him right, for being so rude. A silvered brow cocked appreciatively, mouth twisting in a crooked smile. "My apologies, these woods have been playing tricks on me all day, I shouldn't be taking my nerves out on you." His voice was smooth, eyes clear and bright as they studied the stranger. He still had yet to figure out this strange character, but at least he was feeling pretty certain by now, that it was not some wraith haunting him. He was deeply curious about the strange coloration, or lag thereof, as well as the peculiar scent and odd, in between body. The answer to his first, rude, inquiry had been very clear though; And really isn't it understandable? The boy was surely met with that same question everywhere he went, Drestig himself would have been twice as sassy in that same position. He sighed lightly, tilting his head and pursing his lips. "Why don't we start with a name?" He tried, more friendly now in both manner and voice; "I'm Drestig Avalon" Hopefully that would elicit a more gracious reply, and the stranger would excuse his initial reaction; I do wonder what it is though… He really had never encountered such a peculiar wolf, and he had met many in his life time. Only time would tell, if he was lucky. Word count: 319 ”Speech” Thoughts

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@Drestig

Icicle sat there unmoving as he listened to Drestig’s reaction to how he had phrased his response. There wasn’t a growl or a snarl Alright..so he’s not one who demands respect wherever he goes… After a few more moments, listening to the other male’s sincere apology Icicle nodded slowly “It’s understandable sir, I’d freak out if I saw this just sitting here too.” He, of course was referring to his pale coat.He’s genuine...that’s different. It intrigued the albino, this wolf had gone from scared shitless to angry to apologetic, the first two reactions of the cycle Icicle was used to, but usually it ended with him being chased off or leaving of his own accord. Perhaps the wolves around here are… No, he didn’t dare try to hope for something of that scale. he has only met a couple of the local wolves, though those few interactions were starting to change his perspective just a little.

Icicle changed his own demeanor to match Drestig’s more friendly one as the dark furred wolf gave his own name. It was best to  at least appear more relaxed until he truly knew Drestig’s intentions. He paused for a moment, weighing the risk of giving his own name, realizing that to not do it would indeed be rude, something he never sought when he could afford it, he relented “I’m..Icicle Whitefang.”

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A dark ear flicked at the pale wolf's self-deprecatory remark, ember eyes widening slightly; 'This'? Poor kid… There had been little humor in his statement, making it pretty clear that he was more than used to this kind of treatment and might even believe it was warranted. The elder male mentally shook his head, looking over the strange boy yet again. True, his appearance was strange, but had he come across him out in the open, rather than hidden in the ghostly fog and shadows, he would never have felt threatened at all. More and more, he felt assured that the white wolf was young, though he still couldn't decide how young, leaving him puzzled. He seemed to relax as Drestig did, introducing himself as Icicle, making the dark man smile; Fitting. He let his eyes stray, lazily bending to scratch at an insect bite with his teeth, trying to further diffuse the situation. For every moment he felt worse at his initial reaction, wondering if the youth had ever experienced someone not shying away from his unusual appearance. What about his family? Though, his being out here in the first place seemed to speak against that, or perhaps he had lost them? Lifting his head, the ebony chap gazed into the fog beyond them, ears turned attentively towards the other. "So, what are you doing in here, Icicle? Not exactly the coziest place to hang out…" A crooked smile was shot back at the lad, though his eyes were serious, head tilted in genuine curiosity. Sure, the boy looked strange, and Drestig was interested in that, but even more so, he was beginning to wonder just what he might have gone through to end up here; Most wolves tend to react badly to the unusual… Word count: 296 ”Speech” Thoughts

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@Drestig

You’ll know how strong you are when that's all you have left to be.

Icicle stepped a little closer to Drestig, both so he could see better and so they wouldn’t have to speak loudly. it did also seem rude to stay at such a distance away. He settled back down onto his haunches with the same care he had exhibited upon standing. His attention never left the ebony male as Drestig’s eyes seemed to shifted off toward the distance as he spoke.

What brought me here...so much… that's what Icicle wanted to say. The bullying, the harassment, the pain, the loneliness, so much had driven him to this point but he didn’t dare trust anyone with that information. Sharing it with a complete stranger would come back to bite Icicle, it always happened that way. Someone seemed nice but as soon as they learn valuable information about you, they WILL betray you, that's how wolves worked. Yet...a small conflicting feeling started to fill Icicle, he wanted to trust Drestig, he wanted to trust all the new wolves he had met but...he just couldn’t. Not wanting to offend the other wolf Icicle opted to share a little bit of information, information that could have been learned just by observing him.

“I came here to wait out the day, sir.”

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