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Polareis
This wolf does not belong to a pack
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Age 4
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© Dea Invidia
#1
The sun was climbing in the sky, nearing it's peak as it's rays beat down on the land. The ghostly female accepted the warmth of the sun, although it was near impossible to escape the chill of the wind. Escaping from the woods she had found herself in, she travelled west. The trees grew closer together as she walked, despite knowing it was only around midday one would assume it was night. Evergreens grew tall and soon only a narrow path was able to be walked. The roar of the ocean grew louder as she walked down the path and the trees blocked out the light from the sun with only a few rays breaking in every so often. Reis' surroundings were gloomy, and the lack of light cautioned the woman as she slowed her steps and took her time to look around.

There wasn't much to her surroundings, the trees were packed tightly and there wasn't many ways to go besides straight. The path was worn clearly into the earth, but the footing was unstable in some parts and a steep decline as she ventured west made the trip a lot more difficult than she initially thought it would be. In some parts she could see flashes of the ocean, making her hyper-aware of the danger surrounding her. Her eyes scanned through the trees around her, she was unsure of what predators would be lurking in such an area but she wasn't keen on finding out.

The rocky decline reminded her of the lands she had come from. Home was a long way away, although she doubted she could still call a place like that home. Banishment due to a crime she hadn't committed and a corrupted hierarchy were the memories burned into her mind as constant reminder of her former pack and the betrayal she faced at the hands of former friends and family. She could help but let out a soft scoff as she remembered the look on their faces, she knew who did it and it sure as hell wasn't her.

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Olu
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Age 1
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© xexes
#2

T  o one side, angry water, and to another side, equally malevolent, choppy water. He felt as if he were on an unstable bog of land, or an iceberg, floating here or there unstably, but beneath him was solid land and the only thing that swayed was his vision. His stomach threatened to empty the field mice and protein-smelling berries that he had found, and the crowded trees did nothing to help the feeling of the land closing in on him like its own torturous claustrophobia. His senses crawled, warning him incessantly that no land had two sides of different water - and they were different, he could smell it in the salinity and fishiness of each side - and that no land had such steep drop-offs, as if the land had been wider once, but the rage of the seas had ripped away inch after inch of that protective space around him, and in their fear, the trees crowded ever-closer.

The greedy land-growers were the third fear he had of this place, beyond the ill-placed warring seas and the haphazardous growth leaving him no way to go but forwards or back, it was their unintelligible height, so tall and skinny and still standing, grabbing all the light, and in its place creating a mist like so many ghosts searching for their grave, aided in their perfect environment by the damp air of seafoam crashing, so far below them.

East, east, he must go east, his internal compass screamed at him while spinning on its axle; no, that was his stomach again.  He lifted a paw to continue, but miscalculated his step and ended up in a pile of limbs, doing a belly-flop on the ungrateful dirt. There wasn't even a rock, twig, or uneven ground there he could blame the misstep on.

As he willed his vision to focus again, lying there, he saw the thing. A big thing, a white thing, more corporeal than the sea mist and the tree mist and all the damp chill in the ear. His eyes detected hints of taupe color but his brain declined to accept the parcel, clinging instead to its heightening fear.

Sprawled on his belly like a hunter's floor rug, he lay unmoving, rigid and unsure. Perhaps if he lay still, the ghost in his likeness but not his likeness at all would pass him by. His skin betrayed him unconsciously, jerking violently as if to ward away a fly, but it was only a muscle twitch he was too afraid and too focused to detect. His pupils dilated as it grew closer, to him appearing not to walk but to stride effortlessly in that ghastly mist.



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Polareis
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age 4
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Posts 3
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© Dea Invidia
#3

A soft thud was heard ahead of her, it didn't sound like a rock or a twig. It didn't sound like anything she could really see around her. The mist blurred the surroundings, and hearing a thud like that didn't sit too well with her. Her cautious waltz grew even slower as she sought out the source of the sound. She eyed the ground as she walked, she doubted anything like that would come from within the trees around her.

The mist seemed to grow thicker not too far ahead of her. As she approached it seemed that the mist itself wasn't really mist. Sprawled on the dirt below her was a wolf, tense and pale (save for the unique brown patch she noticed on his back). She sat and raised a lip slightly before bending down to the stranger's face. "are you ok there?" she asked out of civility more than concern.

She wasn't quite sure how to process the wolf laying before her. Was there something in the trees around her that would be cause for concern? Are these paths more dangerous than she thought? She hadn't run into any trouble up until this point, and didn't want to think too much about what was out there. Her tail flicked back and forth anxiously as she kept her eye on the stranger. While they lay still, there was no doubt that they were still alive. A few twitches spoiled the admittedly impressive act. 

Despite his position on the ground, there was no doubt that the stranger was large in size. Trying to hide on the ground from whatever the threat wasn't going to work too well in his favour. There were some odd features about the wolf in front of Reis that she couldn't exactly pin. There was no doubt he was a wolf, but at the same time features of his body seemed to tell a slightly different story. Although she wouldn't be surprised if her vision was merely altered by the mist that seemed to turn slowly into a fog.

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Olu
This wolf does not belong to a pack
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© xexes
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T  he ghost took notice, coming closer. And closer. And closer. So close he could see that it was not just white but the palest of faded blood, the color of dried and aged flower petals, and ghastly white. He could make out the details of its irises, exactly where the pupils began and ended, and could feel its breath on his whiskers.

When faced with the one true death, what could one do but give up and evacuate all semblance of living hopes? An acrid yellow puddle pooled around him anew, his scent glands greeting the stranger with the perfume of body odor that was him. His eyes closed of his own accord and he saw nothing but black. His fear was more rank than anything else in this place, and it pulsed thick and sticky, charging the air with such a malodorous stench that even the sharks might begin to pool so very far below them in the ocean seas that barraged this land bridge in relentless complaint of restraint.

Then there was more breath and speech. Olu wondered at this, gradually opening his eyes, half afraid that he would find his body had gone numb with adrenaline to explain the lack of pain and he would see the sight of himself being devoured by death, perhaps his entrails splattered, or his head impossibly far away from his body, or any other number of things that a predator did to a prey as a meal and that only the supernatural law of the land could do to all and would do worse to predators.

There had been speech but he could do nothing but be afraid, his brain circuits overloaded and too bottlenecked to process anything else, like what the speech was.

"Whimper", he said aloud in the wolf-speech that all lupine-kind new, his throat making the unconscious accompanying sound like lyrics that could not be said without the notes that carry them.

His body was simply frozen in fear, too deeply embedded in flight mode, his pupils tiny, his tail tucked so far under his belly and wiggling with uncomfortable anxiety that he would probably have carpet burn tomorrow. He needed more time.

And time had nothing but more of itself to give. As the seconds ticked away, finally his neurons began to unlock themselves enough to process what had happened. The other had spoke. It had breathed and he had felt it. And he felt the wet of his urine-staunched underbelly indicating he was still alive. He was alive and the other - not-death - had spoken. He replayed its words in his memory and understood them. But he did not feel ashamed or embarrassed.

"You're the boss, I'm not the boss.", he asserted, trying to bow his head lower, realizing that he couldn't with his face already on the ground, and then averted his eyes and offered his neck in the universal sign of ultimate submission. When two or more are gathered, the ranks of all members have to be known and decided upon as a rule as deeply ingraved as the swell of the sea, and it usually didn't take a verbal admission of rank, it was as simple as who walked first, who knew more, one simply was more dominant than another. But Olu had never been one with the obvious and such things weren't clear cut in his mind. He could still barely be considered a puppy, after all. Barely.

"I fell.", he answered at long last, his implication being 'No, I can't be fine because I'm lying on the ground, now. Do I look like a furry sea flap-flap to you?', but without the snippy sarcasm.

"Are you death?", he paused and rephrased his question, as if he had thought of something far more important. "Are you lady death?"




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Polareis
This wolf does not belong to a pack
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© Dea Invidia
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(10-24-2019, 10:26 AM)Polareis Wrote:

Sitting there Reis couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with the stranger in front of her. The stench of his body odour and urine hung heavy in the air, and the fog wasn't helping. The foul scent was almost enough to make the female choke and gag, but she did her best to hold back the impulse. She watched him intently, he didn't seem to be much of a threat by the way he was acting. More of an inconvenience than anything else. Lips raised, half in irritation and half in disgust, she saw the male open his eyes gradually. 

There was no true answer to her question but a mere 'whimper' of sorts. He was scared, that was all she could gather from the way he was acting. From what she could sense, there was no other presence but herself. His fear left her in a state of confusion as she was unable to grasp who or what he was so frightened of.

His insistent display of submission did nothing but bother her. A low grumble grew within her throat as she grew tired of the foolish display. She stood up and took a step back slightly, giving him a bit of breathing space. So he fell, finally a long awaited answer to her earlier question, but it still didn't answer why he was acting in such a peculiar manner.

Now the question that came next was even more peculiar. Never before had Reis been mistaken for death and it was an assumption she would never have guessed. After his words the pieces seemed to click, he was afraid of her, not some other creature but he was afraid of what he had thought to be death them-self. "Lady death? Now that is a new one." She chuckled slightly, she was still irritated but her mood had been lightened in the slightest.

"Stand up, you are embarrassing yourself." She said in a quite uncaring tone. There wasn't anyone else around, which in her mind was quite lucky for the youngster. "What's your name?" Given the display she had just witness she found it fair that she at least knew the name of the person she was dealing with.

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Olu
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© xexes
#6

A  t his display of fear and submission, he received a growl. A growl could mean many things, but in this context, he felt certain that it indicated displeasure and that could only be because his show of submission was inacceptable. Olu used up a burst of energy and strength to flip from lying on his belly to showing it, rolling over quickly and stretching his neck out long. His tail tucked itself into his belly. His body trembled a bit, mostly because he was scared, but also because it was a little cold and even colder lying on the ground.

The mist made the ground damp and he'd surely have mud and other bits riding on his coat when he got up. The fall and the sudden roll made his head spin and he gagged a little bit, trying not to heave what little he'd eaten earlier. The gag turned into a cough and he stretched his mouth out wide in reflex, but remembered he was on his belly. He spun back over just in time and managed to cough/gag up a puddle of acrid yellow bile with some plant matter strewn in. He knew this smell, and the bile upchuck happened now and then. It was going to come up eventually.

He rested, hearing the woman's words and choosing not to answer, processing it, catching his breath.

"So you aren't lady death...", and his imagination ran away with itself at all the possibilities that this figure could be instead. Ghastly colored and clad in eerie ominous mist like a ghost. And it was cold here, the kind of chill that came with the dead.

"Are you dead? Are you a god? Are you a demi-god? Are you the Last Spirit, the demi-god who visits the kind in their last days?", he took a breath. That... that could be it. But he was too young to die!

"It is said that the Last Spirit will sometimes tell the soon-to-die a gem of wisdom or a revelation of value. It is thought that such a gem is both worth death and causes it, as a living, primitive mind cannot comprehend such things and descends into madness until such a thing is finally processed and understood but by then, there is nothing left of the mind. And where the mind leaves, so does the body, because the body cannot live without the mind.

He thought some more. "How will I die? I always thought I was a good pup, always clean my bones. Will it be something absurd? Like the ground swallowing me up? Or a floating sentient log with bunches and bunches of teeth that eats you?"

But he didn't really want to die. He liked eating, and chasing, and sleeping. Perhaps he could outsmart death and sort of live on somehow. "How did you die? Can I become like you? Will you take me with you?"

Now that he was talking and had launched into the lupine version of Twenty Questions meets Tales From the Crypt, he had stopped shaking and spoke clearly but pondeorusly, as he laid on his belly, paws stretched out in front of him, and between them a puddle of nasty bile-vegetable soup. His underbelly was still wet with his own piss from earlier.




@Polareis He basically hinged his thoughts on one possibility of what Polareis said and ignored everything else she said.
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