Windsong Fjord i used to play a different game

@Quin
Morning, hot, windy.

Of all the places he had visited in Relic Lore thus far, this was probably his favourite. Merys was still undecided if the tiny hidden glen in the Timbers counted yet - otherwise that may have been the winner. He had not been back, nor seen the wolf he had met there, so he was still skeptical that it had been some sort of illusion. Perhaps he had been romping with that piece of nightshade the whole time, and his illusions had stemmed from his poisoning. The five year old had gone through many different theories on the whole thing, some a great deal more outlandish than the others, but it was still a fun pass time. 

If he had been going for frequency in visiting, one might think that the Lowlands were the large male's favourite, but nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, this gargantuan fjord that hung off the mountain was the first place he had made contact with anyone in Relic Lore. The ghost male, @Lachesis , had been his first suitor. He had even invited him to his pack, though at the time he had politely denied. Frequently his mind wondered how differently his plans would have played out if he had taken the wolf up on his offer then and there. Where curiosity pulled at his heartstrings, he promised himself to find his friend again someday for a catch up. For some odd reason, he had a soft spot for the stranger. I guess once you bond over snacking on a dead doe, friendships took a different turn forever.

He had heard that this place was called Windsong Fjord, and Merys thought that was a fitting sniglet for the place. Its howling winds gave promise to that today as it blew strongly through the cracks and crevices in the mountain and up the steep rock, singing their eerie echoing songs to the five year old. He lay contently near the edge of the steep rock, enjoying the incredible view that the clear day was giving him. He panted out the remaining heat from his thick winter pelt that had not quite finished moulting and that the wind could not cool, occasionally tearing more pieces from the twig lodged between his fore paws, adding to the wood chip mess in front of him.

@Merys
His reflection was perhaps the clearest it had ever been in any waters. He tilted his head to each side, trying to capture the look of face within his mind. Carefully keeping his grip on the semi-steep hills, Quin turned to one side, assessed that side, and then turned again, to his other side. Absently he wondered if it was still there. He hadn't checked in a while. At first, he stared deeply into the water, trying to catch a glimpse of something there, upon his side. However, nothing caught his gaze. He wondered if maybe they had at last faded so much that they had vanished entirely. And then the wind swept through, ruffling his fur, and under his fur he caught a glimpse of nigh invisible scars. Not quite, he supposed, but near enough to it. Oh well.

He considered himself one more time in the water, then turned away, and began to navigate himself back up the hills. The breeze here was quite nice, he concluded, especially in contrast to the simply awful temperature. As he managed his way up higher, the view caught his eyes as it had before. It was... beautiful here. For what that was worth, beauty. To him, not much at all. But, for sure, much less eye-burning than that red forest. The lone wolf considered his direct surroundings, and then settled down upon an area that was flat enough that find himself stumbling back down due to the forces of gravity.

A sigh left him, taking with it his stress, and Quin allowed himself to appreciate the view, despite the impracticality. It was nice, after all. No reason not to relax. He then tensed as soon as he thought that. There was always reasons not to relax. Only the foolish thought otherwise. Cautiously he glanced around, still not entirely committed to rising to his feet. Safe enough, he decided, and remained comfortably on the ground. Another good thing about the view was the amount you could see. One would be able to see anything coming this way. He paused, considering that thought. Not everything perhaps, not from here. He wasn't close to the highest point at all yet, despite the view. But, he was certain, he was able to see enough from here.

(This post was last modified: Jun 21, 2016, 04:02 PM by Quin.)

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@Quin

The upwards tendencies that the fjord had with the winds travelling up the mountain is what finally pulled Merys' attention from his tohubohu-lacking serenity (and stick). Initially, he looked for the other wolf behind him, as that was the only option for him to be given Merys' position at the pointed cliff. When he did not see anyone in the open area beneath him, he looked forward again. Nope, no one swooping in for a landing.. That only left one more option. Carefully, the Adroren shimmed his way to the edge of the cliff. He remained laying down, going only as far as he needed to to get his wrists over the edge so that he could tip his maw over for a better look. Bingo.

The cliff he had selected still had lots of places at lower elevations to gaze out over the fjord, though having known what waited for him above, Merys had chosen the tallest one. This particular wolf had chosen the next highest place, only a few meters below him. Did he seem.. skittish? Understandably, Merys thought. The lack of other wolves accompanying the male's pelt told him he was a loner, and loners always had grounds to be cautious. Well, he would have to get over that today. He yipped a bark down to the male beneath him. If he thought to look upwards -- not the first place wolves tend to look for, y'know, other wolves -- he would only see Merys head peering over the edge of a height closer to him. "Why would you choose the second best look out point? This one is eons better than that one, trust me," he explained lightheartedly. Sigh, amateurs. Merys enjoyed the irony of the situation, finally feeling like he was a veteran to Relic Lore, compared to this male. Oh, how the times were changing.

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@Merys

After settling down upon his rather pleasant perch, Quin had closed his eyes, seeing no harm in a short nap. Nothing wrong with a break every once in a while. The world faded around him, only the whistle of the wind against his fur and the sparse grass beneath him remain him. Even that was starting to vanish as he dozed further off. And then his blissful fog abruptly dissipated. Was that a voice?

Not unfathomably, he immediately rose to his feet, alert and full of tension. His ears forward, his teeth bared, and the beginnings of a growl rising in his throat. A terrifying sight to most, probably. It likely would've have been a bit more so if not for the stumbling and tripping as Quin rose to his feet while still affected by the siren call of sleep. The sight leaned more towards ridiculous, reminiscent of a pup trying to act intimating and instead managing to flail about instead.

If Quin had been in his right mind, he would've been immediately embarrassed by his actions. As it was, his mind was still sleep-fogged for the first couple of seconds, as he glared viciously around his perch. Then, as confusion set in, so did alertness. Slowly, it came back to him. With his perch, if he could not see this wolf, then...

Up. He glanced up, and there was the wolf. It took a second more for him to recall the words, and then, at last, the embarrassment set in. If he was right, then that was an attempt to be friendly. And he had just acted like a complete and utter fool. That, by now, was not an unfamiliar feeling. It seemed that talking to wolves instead of fighting them... was not his strong suit, to put it nicely.

Quin had gone off the defensive as soon as the realization hit, leaning more towards submissive, with his ears uncomfortably flat against his head, his tail down low, and almost trying to flatten himself against the ground in hopes of melting into it an an attempt to get away from the sheer embarrassment. He was an idiot. Oh wow, he was an idiot.

In any case, he would look more an idiot if he just stood there like this. Uncertainly he readjusted himself, trying to seem a bit more casual, despite the appeal of disappearing away. Right now, just vanishing. He was an idiot, no doubt about it. Uncomfortably, he cleared his throat. Maybe if he acted like that hadn't happened, this wolf would go along with that? The lone wolf really, really doubted that. But, nothing's impossible? He held out hope, in any case. "I, uh..." Courage please don't fail now, he begged himself "I thought...um." Maybe he should try this again...

"It seemed good enough at the time, I didn't feel the need to go all that much farther." The words came out with ease this time. Well, ease for Quin, so still a bit stilted. But overall, much better! Relieved, he sat down, watching the wolf with a fair bit of caution. The wolf might've acted nice so far, but there was no real telling what he was thinking.

@Quin

While Merys had not been able to see the male's sleeping eyes, his reaction to Merys' voice was more than enough to indicate what was going on. Oh, stupendous! This was already more than what he had hoped for out of his company. Merys watched gleefully as the loner snatched himself up into a defensive position, only to be betrayed by his brain's slower reaction. Oh, we've got a killer on our hands, Merys laughed to himself. A moment of worry flickered into his expression as the wolf stumbled; he was on a cliff after all, though he quickly caught himself before danger could grab him and Merys could go back to being entirely entertained by the scene. 

Afterwards, Merys watched the wolf try to gather his thoughts, deciphering his muddled automagical sleep-thoughts, and finally gaze up. The realization and embarrassment that flickered over his company's expression were priceless, and Merys could only return it with a knowing, smug smirk. He listened, still peering over his paws like a pup over the edge of the higher rock. His face took on one of disbelief at the wolf's words. "My god, I should hope you wouldn't go further if that's the way you always wake up," he said, feigning genuine concern. "Otherwise, you're gonna be ass over tail every time you want a view like this," he explained, pointing his nose to the expansive fjord ahead and beneath them. It was his favourite place to lay casually, but was still respectable in height and breadth. His brown eyes turned back down to the wolf, who hopefully had a sense of humour. Otherwise, he would not be overly concerned about coaching the wolf any further on his comical mishaps. 

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