How will you earn your stripes?

Number of posts : 3 Pawprints : 9 Registration date : 2014-02-12

Her nose was shoved to the ground taking in all the scents she could manage.

These lands that were so new to her caught her interest right away. She was

in a new wolf heaven. Head shot up as birds took off in the chilly air. It was

winter and even though the sight was a bit rare to her since she had arrived it

gave her an awkward moment to take pleasure in seeing something so familiar.

"Oh you poor things I bet you're freezing"

Her voice was spoken aloud to no one. Till the black specks of the birds were

gone she hadn't moved her sight from them. Even after they had vanished

from sight she still didn't look around. A slight sting reminded her to blink and

when she did the burn from staring off into space made her react and shake

her head a little bit.

"Don't stare off, I know mother, I know"

There was no mother around, but it felt good to pretend a little. She missed

her mother. The deep voice of her father too. The scent that reminded her of

home was wafted in the air like an imaginary friend and she let her mind

wander into the cloudy smoke of memories while she continued to walk

on her own way through these lands. Finally, white paws found ice over water

and she looked at the whispy white smoke like ice that covered the

puddle she would normally drink from. Normally. Right now she was looking

at every air bubble, light and dark thickness to the ice. It was beautiful.

Deadly if it were deeper than just a puddle, but beautiful right now.

"The things you find on an adventure"

Fae spoke aloud to herself and smiled at the thoughts that raced through

her head. Adventure. Alone. She didn't have her mother or father around

now but they were with her in spirit which was what counted to her.

"But I miss you"

Her voice was barely a whisper now. Now coming to and knowing she

was staring off again she shook her head and moved past the puddle to

a flat smooth surface.

"This will do"

She circled a few times and laid down. Her white pelt bristled in the little
wind that worked over her. Her nose was hidden in her tail as she curled

into a ball. Not to bad for being out in the open. She bleded rather well

with the snow and took advantage of just that. 'Well, at least you aren't

being bothered by any male' she thought to herself, then opened her

eyes to check the area right infront of her. She just jinxed herself and

she knew it. Grumbling in her own mind she closed her lids over light

eyes and took a deep breath. She wasn't going to sleep, she was going

to listen. The snow flew in flurries here and there. The thumping of running

hare through the snow. The beating of wings from passing birds. They kept
up their noise which calmed her. If there was anymore danger they
would fall silent, hopefully if anyone else approached.

Number of posts : 3 Pawprints : 9 Registration date : 2014-02-12

Ooc:|| Next time there wont be the spacing, that was my fault. Sorry.

Subject: Re: How will you earn your stripes? Tue Feb 25, 2014 4:49 pm

"Hmm bird..." His voice was soft, his gaze down to the earth and shut. "Old, dying, tree." Jean-Baptist threaded his way through the cold forest, nares flaring to catch all scents. And they came in abundance, from the hare not but six paw lengths away, to the cool stream he had left behind. "Fear, and flight." This came with a smirk, as his gaze finally lifted to the fleeting hare.

Born the runt, and nearly killed along with his siblings, Jean had been spared on account that he had been born still. He knew not who birthed him, she had chosen abandonment, and Jean had breathed his first scent with grief. Blood, family, dirt and mud. Had the blood and death not overwhelmed the area, the fresh scent of spring rain would've been a welcoming scent. The one that was taking precedence, the smell of another wolf, made his young instincts cry out. Thus, he had been taken into refuge. Though not his birth mother, Fauna had and would forever be his guardian.

The memory pained him, and the sandy bruja paused in his walk. Closing his amber hues once again, always choosing to deny reality. The hessian drew in a deep breath, a smile creasing his kissers, and exhaled slowly. For all the atrocities that had happened, Jean could not regret his gift. Born of such violence, the hessian had adopted an extremely keen sense of smell. His first months had been spent as a mute, much to his mothers chagrin, and paired with his smaller stature had caused him to be isolated from his pack. When he had begun to speak, it was minimal and almost exclusively to his mother.

There, it was much better to think of those memories. Once more, Jean-Baptist opened his lanterns and moved forward. Winter wasn't his particular favourite, it never brought on many scents, however it did make pinpointing easier. A breeze lifted past him, carrying with it all that he enjoyed. Birds, dried leaves and grass, further still was cool water, and then a pause. The drake turned in the direction of the breeze, sniffing the air once more. Without a thought Jean began moving in the direction of the frozen water. Amongst all the birds and squirrels, beyond the coldness that came, lay a more familiar scent, one he found so pleasant.

Shaking off the flecks of white powder, which was pointless as they slowly continued to fall, Jean slowly weaved his frame through the trees. His movement slowed even more as he came upon the water, to which he dipped his crania to lap at whatever liquid seeped through the ice. His hues did not need to see the woman, her scent pervaded his very being. Even so, he wished to see the bearer, and his amber gaze lifted to catch her laying frame. No lyrics left his maw, he instead bowed lightly, wondering what might come of the greeting.