Nightingale Palisade Broken faith

@Askan
Early morning,Freezing fog, -1 ° F, -19 ° C
Set rather close to WRF borders while still being inside the palisade.

 

It was there, The notch was till standing where is was supposed to. they had gone close just close enough to catch the scent fo the borders. However, the scent hurt like a knife to their heart. They knew what they had done would not be forgiven, and so they weren't ging to bother asking. Instead, they set out for the only other place they'ed ever called home, the crest. However, something soon proved to be off.

They had walked to follow the border between forest and open plan despite the thickness of the snow. They knew that the notch wolves would not travel so far without reason, or so they hoped. But the scent of wolves had hit him like a wall. a pack? No that could not be right there where no packs this close to the notch, or at least there weren't any when they left. Had they really been gone for so long? As they thought back they could do nothing but regret leaving. Had they stayed the never been caught and they never knew the truth that yet more life loss could be blamed on them.

They lowered their head with a low whine, they knew that no matter how hard they wished for it, it would never come true. They could wish they hear the angels sing, a king was born today. And travel back to a time where their king was born for then perhaps they never sinned the way they did. But that was impossible the wolves they killed and the wolves they had let die would never come back. Had the gods really abandoned them? The gods are getting ready for war, Ragnárock will be their undoing. IT's voice rang in their head and the could do nothing but whine. They knew the stories they knew that once the dreadful days of the goods war were over first then would the world be right. "And we be dead," they said letting a cloud of white air into the cold morning air. For they knew that after all they had done and after they had failed their father in the way they had, the gods would never allow them to walk in the new world.

"Talking" IT.

(This post was last modified: Dec 24, 2016, 04:59 PM by Ainashi.)

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Askan wasn't lost. It was foggy, there was no denying that, but he had a rough idea of where he was. He had been to the palisade a few times, so he knew the terrain fairly well. But that wasn't to say he knew every nook and cranny of it, like he did with the Lowlands. There was a possibility that he could get lost, stranger things had happened, but right in that moment he wasn't lost. He really wasn't. Okay, maybe he was, just a little. A tiny bit. He knew that White Fir Notch were settled nearby and that he'd be a right fool if he swanned on into their lands. Things between his pack and the Notch weren't exactly set in stone. By no means were they at each other's throats, but they weren't best of pals either. If Askan wanted to see relations improve then he had to behave, he had to represent his pack well and he had to be respectful of their borders. So when he-literally- walked into a wolf camouflaged by the fog, Askan couldn't help but fear the worse. "Ah damn it!" He hissed, stumbling back and shaking his head to regain himself. He took a step back to get a clearer view of the person he'd walked into and...He was muttering to himself and his brown eye seemed glazed over and unfocused. Askan hadn't hit him that hard, of that he was certain, nothing to warrant confused mumbling and an out of it expression. The Yukon wolf tilted his head in confusion, not quite sure what to say. Was he supposed to say sorry? It was his fault- no doubt about that- but the thought of admitting it left a foul taste in his mouth. But if they were a Notch wolf he had to. Askan sniffed, taking in their scent. Thank the Gods, they were a loner. They lacked the tell tale scents of spruce trees, clean water and fir trees. He was free to say what was on his mind, without fear of repercussions. So he did. "Watch the hell where you're going!" Askan snapped, his teeth bared.

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There is a family of deer nearby. Hunt Opportunity

Sorry for shortness

The Ghost had not expected to meet anyone out in no man's land, not with this fog around. But they did, the dark shape of the stranger appeared out of nowhere and before they could manage to move out of his way. And there they stood frozen to the ground, tail tugged tightly aginst their belly, and ears pinned to his skull. The king No, no it could not be. They stumbled back words their fear scent thick in the air around them. And then he spoke angry words with bared teeth. Not the king No it was not the king. He was too small and not the right color. Along with this, the dark stranger did not smell of fir trees not clean water, like the Notch. His scent was thick with the smell of other wolves, grain and pine needles. Like that of the pack rather close to them. 

 "Sorry, we did not mean to walk in your path." he said body still held low but clearly more relaxed than before. "We merely travel through these lands, we did not know a pack had been created here since we left and are sorry to go this close to your borders" He apologized head turned slightly so that the dark stranger would no be in his blind spot.

"Talking" IT.

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"We?" Askan looked about pointedly, making it obvious that there wasn't anyone else about. It was just the two of them. "What you mean? It's just us here." As for his second bout of words, well Askan wasn't too offended. They weren't awfully far from the Field's borders, but they weren't so close that Askan deemed him a threat. If anything, they were at a sort of happy medium. But that knowledge didn't put the Yukon wolf at ease. There was something shifty about this wolf, something unnerving about his pale eye. Like he was being watched by a ghost. Askan shifted, digging his nails into the deep snow. He wasn't sure what, but he felt unnerved, uneasy . This wolf-as polite as he was-rubbed him the wrong way, as though there was a lot more too him than met the eye. Honestly though, Askan didn't feel inclined to find out more, he was happy to keep him at arm's length. "You're not too close to my pack... But there's another one round here, they might not like you slinking around in the fog. What you doing here? You lost?" Askan spoke slowly, carefully as though each word was heavy on his tongue. If he was lost, well he couldn't exactly be blamed because Askan sort of was too. Sort of. But what if he wasn't?  What if he was slinking about like some sort of creep? Should he warn the Notch wolves? He didn't exactly like Gent, but he needed to know. What if he did something? Askan squinted, wondering whether he'd stumbled across some sort of freak. The Yukon wolf was at a loss of what to do, standing around there thinking about it wasn't getting him anywhere though and the prolonged silence was beginning to feel stifling. It made his skin itch. "It is pretty fog today, I suppose."

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The ghost nodded by the other man's words "indeed, just us" they replied watching the other man with a guarded expression before they too looked around, as if to confirm that there indeed was no one ells around.

They felt the other's eyes on them and the growing silence mad them nervous. So far the other man had not proven to be a danger, but such things could change as swiftly as the wind. They turned their head sideways as if to hide the blind eye, but soon returned there head back to the way it had been."We know about them, White Fir Notch, we keep our distance best to keep out of trouble." the replied with a surprised look in their eyes. "And as we said we are traveling, to get back to an old place we once lived by. So we are not lost, at least not completely." They soon added looking towards the direction where stone watch timbers were supposed to be.

The silence fell heavily around them, and the ghost carefully second be second managed to pick up the pieces and the submissive posture seemed to melt away into a more relaxed yet still with hints of their former submissive posture. And as the other man spoke they tilted their head and watched them, he wanted to talk abut the weather?

"Not really, we find it hard to travel in" they replied allowing silence to fall back for a second, "you said your pack was nearby right? mind if we ask what it is called?"

"Talking" IT.

please don't judge me for talking to my self, after all, you were the one who ruined me.

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'Just us.' Well that was unsettling. Not that Askan let it show on his face. Rather than kick up a fuss, Askan decided to try and ignore it. Maybe he was doing it for attention, maybe he wanted Askan to call attention to it so he'd have an excuse to blab about himself. Yeah, that had to be it. So instead Askan took a deep breath and went about responding to his question, as neutral as he could manage. "Yeah....Wild Rye Fields. Led by Drestig Avalon and Jessie Tainn." There he'd done it. He'd told him what he wanted to know. But still... How was Askan supposed to.. Ugh, he was weird. Being around him made Askan feel as though he were unclean, as though there was a chance whatever he had might rub off on him. He couldn't have that, what use would he be if he turned into a muttering fool? If he thought he 'wasn't alone.' Ugh, creepy.Try as he might, it was difficult to ignore the whole 'we' thing. He'd told the white weirdo what he wanted to know so it was only fair that Askan had his turn at asking questions, right? And oh boy did he not hold back. Restraint wasn't a word in Askan's vocabulary. Askan arched a brow condescendingly. He couldn't just stand there and pretend as though his behaviour was normal and acceptable. Because it wasn't. And he needed to be told what was what."Why you talking like there's someone else here. It's just you and me. No third person. You got a few screws loose or something?"

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Wild rye Fields, they never hear of it before and they were quite certain that they never heard the names of the leaders before either. So it had to be new, but guess it was none of their concerns as long as the Notch stood tall everything was fine. And they just had to get back, back to the crest. Why? IT whispered in its whistling voice and they shook their head briefly before returning their gaze to the dark man. However, the could not help but felt a spark of irritation burn by his words. He was apparently not only a stranger, whose pack was much too close to the Notch but he was also Rude. Who the living hell was this wolf?

They huffed a white cloud leaving their muzzle. "Yes, we are here, so of course, we talk like we are here how ells would we talk?" They asked glaring at the other. "We have no screws loose everything is well in place and fine thank you." They said pressure put on the words thank you. Honestly, what was this one thinking? Thye shoot him a glare, mismatched eyes taking on the usually cold look. Perhaps they could have explained the who IT was and maybe he understand. But why would they do that? So far they had only let one other wolf know. They huffed lightly "And who are you to question another about their screws, we suggest you worry about your own screws rather than ours" they said eyes glaring the other. "Who the hell are you anyway?" They asked.

"Talking" IT.

please don't judge me for talking to my self, after all, you were the one who ruined me.

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The hell? Why was he getting offended? Askan had asked a reasonable question, it wasn't as though it was uncalled for. So why was he getting all huffy, as though Askan had wronged him? It didn't make sense, he didn't make sense. Not in the slightest. His protestations did little- if anything- to sway Askan's opinion of the white wolf. He could deny it all he wanted, it wasn't natural to talk as though there was someone else rattling around in that brain of his. It was wrong, sick. So yes, Askan had every right to question him, to try and show him just how twisted he was. Not because Askan was vindictive, but because it was the right thing to do. Still, the Rye wolf did not appreciate being spoken to in such a biting manner. Askan was doing him a favour, why was he being so snappy? Askan felt his hackles rise and his lips pull back into a snarl. How dare he... Askan was just trying to help, how dare he throw it back in his face like that. Digging his feet into the snow for traction, Askan shot a potent glare in the other's direction. A silent but clear representation of the scorn and loathing he felt towards him. Who the hell was he? What was that supposed to mean? Was that a jab of some sort? Well, if it was Askan was happy to rise to the occasion. If the stranger was trying to provoke him, then consider him provoked. "The hell am I?" Askan snarled. "Askan Selwyn. And you the fuck are you, aside from a nutter. If you're not a damn Notch wolf why you hanging around huh? Get lost." He took a stomping step forward, ready to chase off this damn nutter if need be. He wasn't doing it for the Notch's sake, he was sure that Gent would be more than capable of chasing off this weirdo if he wanted to. Askan was simply tiring of his bullshit. Socialising at the best of times was hard, but that increased tenfold when the wolf he was speaking too clearly had lost his marbles. He had no patience for him or his confusing and honestly, freaky way of speaking. He doubted that anyone else would give him the time of day either, so in his eyes Askan was blameless.

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(This post was last modified: Dec 31, 2016, 02:57 PM by Askan.)

The ghost felt anger well in them as the other took offense. Who was he to take offense? had he not just called them things? had he not just spoken more than what was right? Clearly this one had no manners but they were hardly on to talk either. True they learn manners but not from carrying teachings but fangs and bleeding flesh.

However, as offense turned to a display of anger the ghost backup. Thier Body immediately dropping into submission. Fear leaked from his fur and mismatched eyes locked on the stranger.  The cold glare from yellow eyes still provoking a reaction. Why? why did they submit? Thier hackles rose as well and lips pulled back to reveal their teeth.  And as the other man snarled his name and demanded the name of the ghost along with sharp words.

"Zilas, Zilas Garmrson" they replied in a snarled back at the dark man, backing up even further as he stepped forward. run, move! It snarled in his mind and with little hesitation, the Ghost tore around and set off into the white fog around them.  One thought spinning in their head, This wolf, Askan Selwyn, of Wild Rye Field was a possible threat.  a threat that had to be dealt with at a later time.

-zilas exit-

"Talking" IT.

please don't judge me for talking to my self, after all, you were the one who ruined me.

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