What's in the Fog?

Domonick · 07-30-2010, 03:33 AM

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Domonick walked around slowly, it was around midday and he had been wandering around all day. He was still in a state of excitement about his promotion. It was exciting for him, he had never been in something like this before, to have this responsibility and he wanted to make sure he didn't let anyone down. So, because of this, he decided to patrol the pack lands, learning everything he needed to know about every nook and cranny. Especially if he was going to have to hunt, he wanted to make sure to know where all the animals made their dens and places to rest. He also wanted to make sure that there was no one in the pack lands that shouldn't be here. If there was something wrong, he would make sure to report it right away, if he didn't have time, he would, hopefully, be able to solve it himself.

He had been going all day and he finally came to to the graveyard. He eyed the dying grass, the thick trees. He smiled, ”Creepy.” he walked through the thick mass of trees, entering the shaded graveyard. The smile was still on his face as he looked around at all the worn headstones. The small bit of fog that hung in the air didn't help with the creepy feelings of the area. He came to one plot that had he “resident” propping out of it, the bones worn and dirty from weather. ”Those are what they looked like?” he asked to the openness around him. He stooped down and gently picked up a skull, clouts of dirt dirt falling from the eye sockets. He turned it over in his hands, looking at it, it was intriguing to him. He placed it down where he found it and covered it up with some dirt.

He sniffed the air, it smelled strange around here, the air was....different in a way. He shuddered slightly and went around, looking at each headstone, trying to read what was on them, he could make out a few of them, but others were too worn to read. He traced his fingers along them, just walking through the plots. ”So eerie.” he said once again to the area around him.

Lucia Marino · 07-30-2010, 04:17 AM

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Lucia had had the tendency to drift, ghost-like, through the Phoenix Valley pack lands for the last couple of weeks, managing to avoid contact with the majority of her pack mates during this time. It was only within recent days that she had begun to linger around her family again, spending time with her sister a few days ago. She had finally seemed to move past all of the doubts and dark thoughts that forced her into isolation in the first place, replacing it now with a nearly constant bitter view of the world. But there were times when the empty cabin would remind her of her mother and she would leave in a huff, eager to move wraith-like through the lands to clear her dour thoughts.

So it was almost fitting that the girl wound up sauntering through the graveyard, slipping silently through the fog as she eyed the old tombstones. She had never wandered up to this part of the lands before, and the way the fog hovered over the withering plants like death itself sent a chill upon her, despite how it seemed match her foul mood. She paused in front of one of the stones, shaped like a cross, jade eyes catching the contrast of pale bone lingering near the surface of dark soil. She crouched in front of it and pawed at the soil with one hand, trying to finish the job of digging that some scavenger had obviously long forgotten about. Within a moment she had successfully pulled out a long, dirty bone, shaking loose a few clumps of dirt before examining it with a morbid curiosity. An arm, perhaps?

The sound of footsteps from farther in the fog jarred her from her silent study, head jerking up to scan the horizon, ears perked and ready to pick up any stray sounds. A muted voice carried on with the footsteps to the right and Lucia stood, facing that direction as a figure appeared through the fog. She kept her gaze locked on the figure as it walked along the path of tombstones, nearly forgetting the old bone she still had in hand.

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Domonick · 07-30-2010, 03:42 PM

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OOC: Ello! Big Grin

Domonick let the smile stay on his face, despite the eeriness surrounding him. He wouldn't be able to fool anyone, he loved this feeling, places like this drove him crazy. He never understood why, but they did, and he was more than happy to spend time here.

He bent over to try and read the inscription on a headstone that, at one point in its life would have been beautifully designed, but now it was nothing but a cracked, crumbling chunk of stone, with the faint signs of beauty upon it. He stood up and just smiled and continued strolling, he wasn't paying much attention to anything, besides the feelings of this place. He stopped in his tracks, he could see something a little ways in front of him through the fog. He squinted his eyes, moving his head, trying to see. ”Just your eyes playing tricks on you,.” he said under his breathe.

He continued looking straight ahead of him, trying to make out the shape through the fog, he stepped forward slowly, ”Big and bad Domonick, big and bad.” he told himself. He took a deep breathe, his chest puffed out slightly, ”Hello? Anyone there? This is Domonick, Praeas of Phoenix Valley.” he let his voice boom slightly, it made him shutter, silence surrounding him after he spoke. ”You've lost your mind.” he said to himself, smiling. He let out a small laugh, mocking his slight scared feeling, "Ooooh, something's gonna get'cha!"

Lucia Marino · 07-30-2010, 06:18 PM

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The figure continued on with its idle wandering through the graveyard, stopping only to examine a presumably interesting stone. Lucia remained still, standing silently beside the headstone she had previously been digging at. She couldn’t quite pinpoint why, but it unsettled her to find someone else lingering around these parts, obscured by the graveyard’s remoteness and the thin layer fog that swirled about. With all the death and slowly withering plants around them, it hardly seemed like a fitting place for a quaint little chat with a pack mate.

The graveyard’s other visitor made its way forward again, but it paused abruptly, seemingly staring in her direction. The girl remained rooted to the spot, wondering in the silence if she had finally been spotted. Then the stranger called out, identifying himself as a Valley member she had yet to meet. The Marino girl didn’t return his call, though, opting instead to peer silently through the fog at him. Perhaps he hadn’t really spotted her after all.

Maybe she could turn this into a game, see how long she could sneak about here without being discovered. It would certainly be more entertaining that digging up old bones in the dirt for the rest of the afternoon. With this in mind, the sandy-furred youth crouched low and tried to step as quietly as she could around the weathered gravestone, hoping to put some distance between them so that she could try to circle around him. While the bit of fog hovering in the air would help mask her position, it could also let her loose track of him just as easily, should she venture too far off. Oh, this would be fun indeed.

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Domonick · 07-31-2010, 06:00 PM

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Domonick shook his head and let out a small laugh, "Must have just been a small animal or something, nothing to be worried about." He turned around and started looking at the headstones once again. He stopped to mess with some bones that were protruding out of the ground, "I wonder what this place was like back then."

As he was stooped over, a chill went down his spine. He shivered and stood up, his ears perked up. He looked around the foggy graveyard, trying to peer past the sheet of fog that hung in the air. He squinted his eyes, his ears still perked, trying to make out anything in the fog, but all he could see were the headstones and the trees. He shook his head again and sighed, "You're paranoid. "

As he got up to look at more headstones, his ears twitched, he instantly went into a defensive position, thinking he heard a noise in the fog, he stooped down low, "Okay, now I know that I didn't make that noise up in my head." he said under his breathe. "Is anyone else here?" he hollered out, making sure anyone around would hear. He stuck low to the ground, looked around, sweeping through the headstones, "Hellooooooo." he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. He bit down on his tongue, slightly nervous about who else was in this area with him. He didn't know if it was another wolf, or just a random animal. Hell, he could even just be made up in his head. He let a smile form on his face, "It would be embarrassing if it turns out I'm just hiding from my own imagination."

Lucia Marino · 08-01-2010, 10:51 PM

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So focused was Lucia on her little game of stealth that it almost seemed to her that the decaying graveyard had fallen even further into silence. The layer of fog surrounding them appeared to echo her every step, her every breath. The increased challenge of such silence, whether it was all just in her head or not, only brought a grin to her features as she treaded along the rows of headstones. A misplaced step on some unearthed bones nearly threw off her footing, but she regained her balance by grabbing onto the gravestone in front of her—and consequently, knocking the bone she still held against the stone. She cringed at the sudden noise and nearly cursed at her slip-up, but she held her tongue and remained still. She scanned the foggy horizon for any signs of this Domonick she was avoiding, but before she could spot his silhouette he called out again, questioning the foggy air if there was anyone else around. The Marino girl flinched once more at the noise, ducking behind the headstone in the hopes of avoiding detection.

She remained there for several seconds, breath held as she waited for her unwitting playmate to continue onward on his oblivious stroll once again. When she convinced herself that she heard the faint footsteps from his direction again, she peered over the edge of the stone and glanced around. It looked like she was still clear to move on again, and she resumed her slow, crouched walk along the rows of graves. The little mishap had given her an idea, however, and that mischievous grin soon found its way back to her maw. Lucia turned down another wide aisle of graves, tapping the bone she held against a short old stone a couple of times, hoping to draw his attention. She quickened her pace, hurrying to tap the bone against another cross-shaped grave further down the row. This was much more fun than straight out stealth. She tried to slip quietly away from the last stone she tapped, eagerly awaiting the Praeas’s next move.

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Domonick · 08-03-2010, 01:36 AM

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Domonick was about to let out another call, but he heard a sudden noise come from within the fog. His ears laid flat against his head, he lowered himself as low to the ground as he possibly could, while still being able to move. He took a deep breath, "Come on Domonick, you don't need to be scared of anything, do your job, be brave." He placed a shaky hand on a headstone and hoisted himself up, propping himself up on his knee.

He scanned the fog for some sign of life, for some sign of what he was hearing. "Come out, come out wherever you are." he said aloud, hoping whoever it was who was with him heard him speak. He leaped forward, over a headstone, only to face nothing. "Damn it." he swore under his breath.

He stood up, eying the graveyard and broken destroyed headstones, his ears flicked when he heard the noises being made surrounding him. "You're playing with me." he chuckled, amused at the situation. He swung his head from side to side, trying to pinpoint the exact location of the noise, but he couldn't, whoever was making it was moving. He ran in the last direction of the noise, zigzagging through the headstones, carefully making sure not to trip on some of the protruding bones. "Come on, come on!" he practically yelled. He jumped over a headstone, hoping he was right about the location of the noise.

Lucia Marino · 08-04-2010, 05:43 PM

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Lucia stopped at a headstone that a short distance away from the last grave she had knocked the old human bone against. She crouched low to the ground and leaned back against the square shaped stone, ears perked and alert for any sounds her playmate might make. He gave another attempt to coax her out with words, and though it was a futile effort on his part, it brought a smile and a quiet chuckle to the girl’s lips. She took a chance to peek over the headstone she rested against, gem-like eyes scanning the fog laden horizon for any signs of Domonick. There was no sight of him for a silent moment, but then the sudden noise of his running footsteps startled her. Quickly she ducked back behind the stone, hoping to avoid his attention, should he make it over here.

She remained still against the stone, hands gripping the bone tightly. The footsteps got louder as he got closer and Lucia tensed in response, readying herself to spring up from her hiding place to run if he came too near. Suddenly the sound of his shout pierced through the foggy air and he leapt over one of the graves, landing a few plots to the left of the sandy furred girl, approximately where she had made the last noise. “Shit,” she cursed in surprise, jumping up immediately and running down the row of graves opposite the male. It was foolish of her to have remained so close to the spot she made the distracting little noises in, but she had to admit that her inevitable discovery gave this little game a whole other level of excitement than it had before. The girl darted between headstones into another row, hoping to put some distance between the dark-furred male and herself. She didn’t know how quick Domonick would be to give chase, but she hoped that she could manage to slip away quick enough for another round of hide and seek.

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Domonick · 08-05-2010, 07:06 PM

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As Domonick landed over the headstone into nothing but an empty plot swore under his breathe, but he heard the scuffling of someone getting up and running. His ear twitched in the direction of the noise and he jumped up, bolting in the direction, at least he hoped it was the right direction. A wide smile was on his face as he ran, his ears laid back against his head.

He could finally make out a figure in the fog, but before he could make out who it was, it turned. He tried to quickly turn into the row of headstones, but his footing slipped out from underneath him. Domonick tumbled to the ground, landing on his back. "Shit." he said. He grabbed a hold of a headstone and pulled himself up, laughing to himself. "Shit, where the hell did they go?" He scanned the rows of headstones, trying to make out a figure in the fog.

He swore again, and bit his lip, thinking about where they could have gone. A smile formed across his face when the idea struck him. He knelt down low on the ground, and began to weave between the headstones, keeping low, trying to stay out of sight. "If I keep quiet and stay low, I might have a chance of finding them before them find me again." he whispered to himself. He continued to weave in and out, his ears perked, trying to make out any noise he could.

Lucia Marino · 08-06-2010, 01:04 AM

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Footsteps fell loudly behind her, signaling that Domonick had given chase. The sound caused her to add a frantic speed to her step, and she nearly stumbled in her panic. She regained her footing quickly, however, and hurried to dart into yet another row of graves. A dull thud sounded out somewhere behind her, presumably when the male had taken a tumble of his own. Lucia finally paused beside a tall gravestone, glancing behind her in search of her pursuer. It seemed that she had lost him once again. She grinned and let out a short laugh of triumph, remaining beside the old headstone for a moment in order to catch her breath. Another point for Lucia. The game was still on then, and there was no time for her to celebrate this small victory.

The girl managed to calm her breathing down quickly enough. She crouched low against the cracked stone, peering around the side of it and glancing around in search of the Praeas. His silhouette was no where in sight through the fog and silence had fallen upon the graveyard once again. It seemed like the male was finally cluing in on her little game of cat and mouse. She had learned her lesson this time though, and knew better than to remain in one spot for too long. She drifted along the row in silence, jade gaze constantly scanning the area for any sign of her playmate. When she reached the end of the row she turned and resumed her pace down the adjacent row, still finding no sign of him. She swung the old bone about idly as she moved through the graveyard, taking care not to knock it against anything. She was back into stealth mode. Come out, come out, wherever you are, she thought, an amused grin returning to her features.

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Domonick · 08-10-2010, 12:53 AM

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OOC: =/ I'm sorry for it being so short.

Domonick continued to weave in between the graves, trying to find his mysterious playmate. He came to a halt between a headstone which at one point might have been topped off with a cross, but now was just crumpling into nothing. He thought for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. Where the hell can they be? They have to be here somewhere! He slammed his fist into the ground, swearing under his breath.

He shook his head and took off again, peaking around the corners into the new rows. He came to a halt and smiled, "Maybe if I wait and let them come to me." He tucked crawled over to an old, broken mausoleum, creeping through the destroyed door. He picked up an old broken brick and tossed it into the fog. As soon as he heard it hit, he ducked down low and smiled, "And now we wait."
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Lucia Marino · 08-10-2010, 03:13 AM

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Short is fine. ^-^

Silence hung about the eerie graveyard now, their game taken to the next level. It was spot or be spotted, and the sandy-furred girl certainly didn’t wish to be the one being found. But her playmate had finally clued in on the nature of this silly little game and wasn’t about to make it easy on her. He had finally stopped calling out through the foggy air and had apparently taken to stealthily drifting through the graveyard, as she hadn’t discovered any sign of him since her quick getaway. A sudden ‘thump’ off to the left had her freezing in place, ears perked and alert, eyes scanning the area in a startled frenzy. Had he slipped up again? Or was he taking a page from her own book with distractions? She started to step forward toward the noise, but found herself pausing.

Certainly he was trying to lure her out, and Lucia wasn’t about to let herself fall for such a trick. But the risk of venturing out toward him would be all the more fun, and the allure of it was hard to resist. Besides, Domonick had to be somewhere over there as well, and the only way she was going to find him first was to go over there. She would just have to be extra careful, then. She slipped forward, still crouching low near the headstones and trying to remain as quiet as possible. Before long, she could make out the looming figure of a mausoleum through the fog. She scanned the area with jade eyes, finding no trace of her pack mate or whatever it was that had made the noise. He had to be around here somewhere, though. She switched the old bone from one hand to another and began to approach the old mausoleum from the side, eyes and ears ever vigilant for any sign of the Praeas.

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