Round Stone Crest Back To The Disaster, My Heart's Beating Faster

OOC: For @Gent!
Light snow
19 ° F, -7 ° C

12/2/15

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The morning had just begun, the sun attempting its slow ascent behind large and lumbering clouds. The day was gloomy and only contrasted by the white snow that littered the ground around the trees and bushes. Moraxia was up the instant the birds had commenced their noisy sunup routine. The young wolf was careful to not wake her fellow sleeping pack mates and delicately stepped around the rising, falling and snoring bodies nearby her resting place. Down the mountain-like hill she went, traversing the land slowly and carefully on her way. What a beautiful morning it was; the snow muffled all noise and there was no wind to be spoken of as the large flakes fell softly into the fresh blanket tucked into the territory.

Her role in the pack was becoming more and more apparent as time went on: keep a watchful eye and do anything she could to keep everyone safe within the territory. Each day after waking she’d immediately set off to patrol the far corners and everywhere in between in order to practice her tracking and perception skills. The amount of travel each day had also added a slight bit more muscle to her legs, allowing her to walk for longer and cover more ground quicker. Today, however, she let her muscles rest as she casually descended down toward a clearing not far from the den itself.

At a time prior to this moment, Moraxia had agreed to meet Gent close to the den so he may accompany her on her jaunt about the Crest. Taking a seat and leaning her shoulders against a tree nearby, the woman relaxed her muscles and thought of her leader—a large grin plastered to her face. The black beast had been kind to her when they met; quiet and intimidating, but never faltering in making her feel accepted into the group. Even during the serious meeting she had appreciated the warm greeting both Raela and Gent had expressed towards her, as well as an instance to offer her opinions. But she couldn’t deny the fact that every time the wolf laid her dark brown eyes on the male, a fire lit inside of her.

She was thrilled with the idea of fighting him, of challenging him, of someday defeating him in battle. The young wolf had fought the brute once before—only a day after her acceptance—but was bested quickly by the man. The tension between the two was obvious and she felt it every time his icy eyes connected with hers. Still, Moraxia had hopes this trip would be a good time to reveal some of his sensitive side to contrast the recent strain of emotions within the pack.

Still, she simply just wanted to know him better; so she waited, admiring the silence of winter.

(This post was last modified: Dec 03, 2015, 06:31 AM by Moraxia.)

soo sorry it took this long for me to get to this!

Gent ascended the mountainside, returning from having spent the night with @Danica. He had come to split his time evenly between the girl who had been taken in as his sibling and the rest of the pack, the division born of his need to neglect neither. It was his hopes that one day the pale young woman would become fully integrated with the rest of the Crest, and feel comfortable enough to abandon her personal vantage point and join them at the communal den. Yet he knew that reaching such a milestone would be a long ways off from where they stood now, and Gent still had an ocean's worth of patience when it came to Nina's only, troubled daughter.

As he walked, his gaze cast toward his left, following the track of his thoughts as they ventured toward @Cessair and her own favored space. This would be the first morning that Gent and her did not spend the sunrise together, the king haven spoken to her earlier about needing to be with Moraxia instead this day. So much time had already passed between Minka's death and now, yet still he wondered what was going through the female second's head at this very moment, and he dearly hoped she was enjoying the lighting of the sky regardless of his absence.

When Moraxia was at last in view, he let out an amiable woof to call her attention to him and announce his arrival. The same eager tension that she felt when in his presence was a mutually felt occurrence, yet today this was set aside by the monarch. Today, he wanted to see her work.

"Ready?" was his only word to her as he drew to a stop, angled away from her to display his preparation to move on and begin.

The cold air stung the inside of her lungs as she breathed in and out quietly, patiently waiting for the king. Quickly turning to greet him as his familiar voice filled her ears, Moraxia wagged excitedly. The male looked like something was bothering him this morning even if he didn’t out-right say so, and this worried the woman, but she decided against asking so suddenly. Though there was certain coldness in them his words were met with a smile and an eager nod. They would start at the north end of the territory and work their way back through the timbers if all went as planned this fine morning.

Turning to leave she invited the man to walk next to her, the wolf keeping her pace slow and steady so he could match it easily. The peacefulness around them was comforting; the wildlife seemed content with their daily chores of hunting and gathering. As they walked the woman was careful to weave in between bushes and trees, gently pressing her fur against the objects. Scent was a good deterrent to outsiders. Moraxia’s eyes watched the man closely and tried to predict his thoughts. He still seemed preoccupied, lost in some distant world of worry. Her curiosity was uncontainable as more and more ideas shot through her head.

"Gent, may I ask, is everything alright?" Her tone was simple and soft as she regained her position walking next to him, trying to avoid direct eye contact. Her movements were slow and calculated as she waited for the King to answer. The black silhouette beside her looked ghostly alien within the bright and lively forest around them.