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Post by authgrim on Oct 27, 2017 2:39:38 GMT
 A slender frame made its way through the forest, fallen leaves and needles both crunching and shushing the trotted paw steps of the orange and grey colored fox. Large ears atop an angular skull pivoted about, listening to the breath of the forest - in the distance he could hear the chatter of a stream, and perhaps the occasional splash of a fish. His nose could detect the scent of the water as well, the forest seeming to come alive at the very thought of it, the water making the ground rich and fertile; the forest a thousand shades of greens, yellows, browns, and reds. Drokhan found himself trotting along steadily upon a beaten path that wound through the trees to the edge of a lake. Its waters lapped at the shore, the stones glistened, and the dirt churned to mud. In the mud, he could see paw prints. Some as large as his head tipped in claws the length of his paw and then some. Some were oval and cloven, placed gingerly one in front of another. Other were paws much like his own, in varying sizes, some more round than others. He slunk to the edge of the water, and dipped his muzzle close to it, flicking his tongue out and drinking while the tide lapped at his paws, soaking them with lake water. He lifted his head, and looked around, licking his chops as he did. He was small and exposed upon the shoreline, a bound or two away from the trees and the safety that they provided. Again he dipped his muzzle close but froze above the surface. A sleek figure shimmering beneath the water caught his attention. He tensed but stayed still. The fish seemed unaware of his presence, and while he knew it was probably keenly aware of it, it still proceeded to swim in lazy circles as opposed to darting into the safety of the deeper waters. Drokhan's haunches quivered, and he tensed. A moment later his body shot forward, driving his skull beneath the water. He popped back up with the slippery thing clamped haphazardly between his jaws. He gave a flick of his head and tossed the fish onto land before he pounced on it again. It stopped flopping a moment later, after which he picked it up again, and retreated to the safety of the forest's edge. He settled for his meal, after shaking the water off of himself. Halfway through, over the smell of water, fish-meat, and blood, he became aware of another scent. While chewing a bite, he lifted his head and looked around, curious as to who - or what - was about to stumble upon him. 'So long as it isn't a bear,' he thought to himself, with a small snort of a laugh coming from him. 471 wordsDark  |
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Post by Dark on Oct 27, 2017 5:06:15 GMT
 One dark paw was frozen in place as the world faded into nothing. A flicker of sound reverberated through the darkness. Its lyrics lost in the chaos that was a fractured wall of what ifs and what could be. Nothingness seemed to be a warm blanket that enveloped the androgynous creature that walked the worlds on forgotten paws. Who was this who wandered the community path of littered souls? The dripping sound of water drew dark ears forward as the rest of the being connected to those ears followed. Help. She thought, as the image of a small pup lay surrounded by darkness. Where am I? The small voice echoed across the world only to fall on deaf ears. Though her body continued to move it was as if she were lifeless. She was a giant who was being pulled along by strings. Something was always behind that pull but they had never met face to face but she could feel that clutching grip of ice-cold paws slipping into the warmth of her skin. Her body shuddered in response to the subconscious image but continued forward even as she protested silently. Orange eyes were almost faded as she stopped and pulled in the aroma around her instinctively. So many smells enveloped her but one stuck out. One was fresher than the others. She clung to that aroma as she followed blindly in the depths of her mind. If only she could hold that aroma to her than maybe she could see the truth before her eyes. The sound of water splashing helped to spike her consciousness. She blinked those orange eyes as she lifted on long black leg after the other. She found the waters as they kissed the edges of her exceptionally large paws. Claws dug against the coolness of the water and she looked into their reflective face. There she was, disheveled and broken. “Is this real?” she asked into the darkness or was it in reality? She had no idea what was up and what was down. Maybe the waters were liquid memories flowing in time. She pushed a paw into the waters and watched as the reflection was ripped into silvers of who she is or wants to be. The fresh smell of blood is what helped to clarify that she was in reality. She pulled that smell deep into her lungs and clung to that smell like a life raft. That was hope. That was forever. Blood never lied and always told the truth. Her orange gaze was full of herself for the moment and she drank in the area around her. Where was she? How had she gotten here? Everything was confusing but the scent of blood and she couldn’t help but be drawn to that. The image of a smaller canine came into her view. What was it? She was so lost still that other creatures were difficult to differentiate. it was red with large ever flickering ears. On guard was it? the closer she got the clearer it was how much larger than it she was. Was it a dog? No, it would smell similar to her if it was and its scent was not wolf or dog. Fox. Her mind identified the creature and she let out a low sigh. At least something in her mind worked. “Blood sings the words of freedom.” She sated, unaware that a gruffly female voice that was ragged from a lack of use would sound inviting or friendly. 587 words authgrim |
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Post by authgrim on Oct 27, 2017 15:44:36 GMT
Somewhere in the midst of noticing the scent of another, and seeing and hearing their voice, Drokhan decided that the individual in question was a she-wolf. He hadn't been expecting the massive mountain of a wolf though, who visually was indistinguishable from male or female. His ears rotated towards the gruff sound of her voice, a voice that hadn't been used in a while he suspected. "Blood sings the words of freedom." He tilted his head slightly to the side. "Does it now? I was unaware of such truths. Tell me. Is it only fish-blood, or all blood?" He inquired, the remnants of his fish forgotten at his paws as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, bunching his hind legs beneath his form. He did this so that he could run if the mountainous being before him decided to try to take a bite out of him, and use his own blood to obtain the 'words of freedom.' Yellow eyes - one clouded - slipped over the form before him. He focused mainly on her eyes, which seemed clouded with something internal, rather than like his own milk-pupil orb. 'She's off,' he thought to himself. He refrained from letting this notion spark anxiety within his pelt. He gave a bit of a smile, and dipped his head, deciding that for the time being he would attempt to be friendly to this she-wolf. Perhaps such a course of action would allow him to be able to determine if he needed to clear the area at a future time. "You're welcome to the fish if you wish. May I inquire your name?" His head tilted to the side curiously. "I'm Drokhan, by the way."He couldn't help the tensing in his body though, much to his own chagrin, if only for the preconceived notion that this female may be dangerous only because of whatever afflicted her brain. It had been a while since he encountered another whose eyes held that same amount of disturbed sparkle. The curious part of him wanted to get to know her, to prod her mind and to figure her out, to know what afflicted her. The part of himself of which he was quite ashamed to admit (because every time he recognized it, he recalled one of the many times his father had told him that being that way was wrong and that one should not perpetuate the stereotype of foxes) said that it wanted to see just how he could manipulate and use her. This, he would do his best to refrain from since that same part doubted that it could get anything of value from her. Some valiant part of him wanted to aid her, but again, he doubted that he could honestly do much if anything at all. For now, he looked at her almost expectantly, awaiting her response to his question. 480 wordsDark |
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Post by Dark on Oct 30, 2017 23:25:12 GMT
Weary were they eyes that landed on the mass of wolf that she was. It wasn’t uncommon to her but discouraging a bit. It reminded her of her sister’s disdain for her and her fear should Newt ever retaliates to the abuse that her sister swung her way. She disregarded the emotions welling up in her mind and she kept the aroma of the blood as her tether to this reality. It was clarity for the fog that curled around her shattered mind. Blood was tangible. It spoke to her and she was comforted by that voice. His words made her smile just a little. “Yes, all blood tells the truth from illusions.” She said with a hint of happiness. She had been so aimless as of late. Lost to the puppet master and her prison of a mind. Yet that aroma of blood had brought her to the present, for now. It didn’t take much to push her back into her head and loose touch with reality. She had nothing currently. No home, no master, and no routine. That was the key to keeping her head intact and her words more alive and less riddles. His stress hadn’t gone unnoticed and she tiled her head. “Have I done something?” she asked, the fear of those words seemed to fill her. Sometimes she awoke with blood on her face, sometimes her own and sometimes others. Had she hurt him? Had she hurt someone else? The panic seemed to fill her eyes at the possibilities of what might have been. No. If she had done something he wouldn’t have offered her his meal. It was tempting but she couldn’t impose on him. Plus, the blood was keeping her mind somewhat sane. “I’m sorry.” She said softly, uncertain if they had communicated before or not. She often forgot others if they weren’t constant in her life. Her memory wasn’t the best compared to others and it took many interactions for her to remain stable and remember someone. “ Sometimes the world fades from my vision.” She explained, her attempts at saying she had black outs. “I don’t know what happens than. Just that the road of thorns clings to me and I am lost to the vines.” She said, her mind being that road and the vines of the thorns keeping her consciousness in the depths of her mind rather than reality. He had introduced himself and she allowed her massive frame to slide down into a laying position. Allowing her paws to cross and tail to lay curled around her back leg. She was giving him some security that she had no intentions of attacking him. She wasn’t aware she was doing this but a part of her instincts knew he needed reassurance. “Drokhan.” She repeated. The name was foreign to her. Yet she liked the way it sounded on her tongue. Her tail thumbed against the ground in a soft wag as she dipped her head to him. “I am Newt.” She said, her parents had named her after the lizards that scurried across their den. “Newt Saxe.” She said, the power in that last name was unknown to many. She had once been the heir of a rather pristine pack. All until those blood fire eyes had come and swallowed them up into oblivion and her sister had fractured her mind even further with the guilt and accusations. Words 568 Tag authgrim |
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Post by authgrim on Nov 1, 2017 21:17:56 GMT
Drokhan observed the hulking she-wolf before him, his ears twitching when she spoke, stating "yes, all blood tells the truth from illusions." His head cocked to the side, and he pondered these words. What did they mean, fully? He suspected they were straight forward in their meaning, but he wasn't quite certain as to what he could take as fact, that the she-wolf stated. 'Well, I'll just take that one for being straight forward. So... This means that this lovely specimen is grounded by blood. Morbid, but fair, he thought to himself, with a small 'hmm' sound coming from him. "Well, so long as the fish helps."He was aware of the happiness that had been in her voice, and this caused him to relax just a bit. At least she wasn't some crazed vampire attempting to take a nibble at his neck for the sake of grounding herself - as far as Drokhan was concerned, let her have blood telling her truths, just so long as it isn't his own life's blood. "Have I done something?" His brows pinched together slightly, and he looked confused. He could see the fear flutter across her features and the panic that crept over her like a heavy blanket of snow that aimed only to suffocate. Drokhan felt a great confusion wash over him, and he shook his head. "No, no, no," he answered, "you've done nothing wrong. I'm merely cautious you see? You're a very large wolf, and I'm a very small fox."He stood, and went to stand before her, craning his head back to look up at her. "You see? It was only caution, I promise." It would probably be better if this she-wolf didn't perceive any sort of fear from him. Confidence, paired with the kindness that his father had always preached would be best for the situation, he believed. "I'm sorry," the she-wolf said. "Sometimes the world fades from my vision." He thought about this for a moment and nodded thoughtfully. It clicked for him - she and reality didn't agree, and it seemed that she was attempting to state that she wasn't always conscious of her doings. This, of course, wasn't the first individual like this that he had encountered. But, she was certainly the first that set him a bit on edge, although he suspected that was because of the sheer size difference between the two of them. "Don't be sorry for that. It cannot be helped. Everyone experiences the world in their own way. There's no shame in that." He lowered himself onto his haunches before his ears twitched to her next words. "I don't know what happens then. Just that the road of thorns clings to me and I am lost to the vines." Interesting analogy, he noted, and he nodded. Drokhan scuttled back a few paces when she laid down. He nodded to himself, accepting that for now at least, this she-wolf wasn't going to hurt him. He settled down as well, stretching his hind legs out to the side, and let his front legs arrange themselves however they wanted too. Once he'd introduced himself, he observed and nodded when she offered her own name, "I am Newt. Newt Saxe", his eyes flicking back towards her tail, the movement having had caught his attention for a moment. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Newt Saxe. May I ask, what's the purpose of the second name? Is it a family name?" It was rare to stumble across one with more than a single name, although he knew it wasn't unheard of. Some bloodlines held dearly to their surnames, although he personally did not understand the importance. What if someone with that name committed a vile act? Were they all then held accountable, and ostracized? Drokhan wasn't sure. This particular one he'd never heard before, but some he had. This one, he had not, and that made him curious as to its origin. He had the sudden urge to bombard her with questions regarding it, but not wanting to disturb her presumed peace, he refrained from allowing them to tumble out of his mouth. He would ask them one by one, letting her answer as to not overwhelm her. For a small instance, this politeness and refrain from allowing himself to become too much, he pictured his father nodding in a proud fashion. The fox had been such a goody-two-shoes, and sometimes the notion of it irked Drokhan, especially when he found himself behaving in much a similar manner - he'd reinvented himself after all, so why did such cobwebs still linger? He wasn't sure. This was a moment though when it didn't so much irk the slender fox, but rather it perplexed him. What influence did a father have on a son, after all? 801 wordsDark |
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