A Timeless Landscape - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: A Timeless Landscape (/showthread.php?tid=31584) |
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- Einarr - 09-23-2012 Einarr stood unmoving, watching the glittering, crystal expanse of the ocean as the sun reflected off of it. He listened, and felt, the pounding of the surf against the rocks in the distance. The tang of sea salt hung heavy in the air and spray clung to his pelt as the strengthening winds blew the sea into a turmoil. Summer was ending and there was already a bite in the air, promising a short autumn followed by a long winter. He knew that a land had to be cold when even the sea froze, and the grizzled male wondered if something like that would happen here. A new member of Anathema, Einarr felt he had to discover more of the lands he had decided to call home, so he had wandered beyond the borders and allowed his paws to take him where they would, and now they had stopped here. It almost felt like his birth place, if he closed his eyes he might be able to hear the voices of those he would never see again. He lowered himself to his haunches, the Secui scratching an itch below his jaw with a powerful back paw. His itch indulged, he turned to one side and lowered his head, retrieving the hare he had caught. Einarr had not caught it long ago, but already the warm blood was cooling and the flesh was clammy, but the creature was still tasty, and satisfyingly succulent. It was an odd feeling, but the land surrounding him seemed like one with no memory. Despite the history that it must have absorbed it seemed timeless, it was soothing, like a balm upon him, even with the violence of the roiling ocean, it all symbolised the personality of so many he had met, calm and collected, in control of a passionate and turbulent personality. So for now, he sat, enjoying his meal, and watching the spectacle before him. - Tali Navara - 09-24-2012 [html]
- Einarr - 09-25-2012 The hulking Secui’s head turned to look at the newcomer, her scent had been hidden by the spray and wind, but he did not jump or show any sign of alarm. His gaze was intense and unwavering, drinking her in. The lupus female had a warm coloured pelt, a seeming mixture of rusts, terracotta, browns and reds. She was small but her frame appeared lithe, and her golden coloured eyes were striking mixed in as they were with the swirls of hazel and rust. The grizzled grey wolf nodded in greeting, there was no need for submission here, but the male in him clamoured for politeness, the tactician didn’t quite withdraw his hold though, making sure he never lost sight of her. ”A turbulent place, I suspect it would be easily defended were it claimed by a pack.” The cadence of his voice held a distant hint of a storyteller, but it was mashed beneath practical observations, his tone was level and held no hint of a clue as to how he felt. ”I am Einnar, a member of the Anathema pack and new to these lands. What is your name?” How long had it been since he’d made himself make small talk? When was the last time he’d had a conversation with a stranger instead of assessing them, the feeling was novel, slightly unnerving, but not entirely unpleasant. - Tali Navara - 10-04-2012 [html]
- Einarr - 10-06-2012 OOC: Cool IC: The breeze gusted then, bringing with it the smell of fish, birds and salt. A glimmer of a memory popped in Einarr’s mind, the story of a wolf who had not listened when warned not to drink from the sea. The wolf had ignored the warnings and had begun to drink, he had stood there drinking for three days….The rest of the story though was a blank to him. The grizzled grey male had no idea how many packs there were in this land, but Tali was from one called New Dawn, perhaps its borders were nearby. He did not become defensive, but the female was from another pack, so he was mindful of his words. He didn’t know what the relationship was between the various packs in the region, but he did his best to answer her question. ”I have not long been a member there, but its members that I have met are kind and helpful, and the lands are good for hunting. What of your pack? New Dawn? Are your borders far from here? What are your pack mates like?” As he spoke, the training of a tactician threatened to overwhelm the conversation. It demanded to know of numbers, the leader’s name, the relationship with Anathema and many other things that Einarr shoved away, determined not to allow himself to fall back into that mind-set. |