Lifeless

Halo Lykoi · 11-27-2010, 07:36 PM

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It was rare for the woman to venture so close to the wolf packs, especially this particular one. Dahlia would always be the enemy in the woman’s eyes, but she believed that Inferni had gone victorious out of the war. The area was blooming with reds and brown, but it was only a passing season bound to change. What seemed closer were winter. The hybrid stood by the shore; watching darkness climb closer and closer, waiting for it to erase the world around her. She didn’t know what she was doing anymore, but had she ever had control on her life? Nah, not really.

As usual, there was the comforting weight of the blade against her back, and so she rested slightly. She was a fragile being, yet strong and educated in the language of war and battle. She knew that few were more experienced than her. Then why did she continue to feel this way? She knew she was far from invincible, but she wondered where the high self-esteem had gone—wondered why she could not feel like she had when she was younger, before trauma had come to haunt her dreams. Stepping into the pulsing yet icy water, she realized that the coldest season was closer than she had realized.

Estafilade · 11-29-2010, 06:16 PM

There was a dull stillness about the earth; the grasses sunk their bellies into the mud so that when one touched them with toe-tip they growled unhappily. It was clear the plants were weary from the burdens of feet and cold. Across the once lush thigh of the landscape the colors which had previously captivated the wolf’s conscience had browned and decayed. The world felt old. A limitless screen of grays and blacks panned before Estafilade’s bright eyes. Inwardly his expression twisted into disapproval, yet he held a bored mask across his winter-hardened face. As the grass already knew, times were hard for all. Estafilade, his back pressed against a tree trunk so that his spine stood parallel with its, sympathized.

The thoughts which oozed across the wolf’s mind showed in his appearance: he felt slow and unchallenged, and as he leaned against the tree this lethargy consumed his posture. He blinked slowly while surveying the land, laden in its illness. Brown. Everything seemed unnaturally brown. He breathed heavily, his large chest bulging out as the chill licked the walls of his lungs. How did everything end up so brown?

As if emerging from the landscape came another shade, equal in color to the one occupying Est’s mind but vibrant and interesting. The wolf, his attention now caught by something out of place admits the sea of wilt, straightened and turned his eyes to the creature which had disturbed his contemplation. At first glance, he thought it a deer for the shade of its pelt, but as he narrowed his eyes and lifted his nose to the wind he found otherwise. His ears snapped forward in sudden realization.

Another Luperci? The large wolf pressed both palms across the tree trunk and lifted his torso so that he was free standing. Absentmindedly he grabbed an overhanging branch with one hand and let his weight rest as he craned forward to better see the distant figure. Clearly, the Luperci was female - he could see the curvature of her hips against the dim light - but apart from her gender he knew little. With interest, Estafilade advanced toward her distant image, his eyes slitted in concentration. It wasn’t long until the great gap between them had been closed and the mystery of her red fur became clear. This woman was no wolf. Est’s ears flicked back momentarily in confusion, yet the longer he took in her solitary outline the less the strangeness of her origin seemed to bother him. Indeed, he felt himself blush at her exotic beauty. He tilted his head slightly as he walked, his eyes still locked on the woman which had him fascinated. She looked contemplative, her toes testing the water as though curious about its content. When Est was within a distance which would warrant conversation, he cleared his throat and stopped, his arm resting against the trunk of a nearby tree.

“Pardon my intrusion,” his deep, rolling voice sounded strange as it broke the silence which had permeated the forest with a tyrant’s vigor until now. “I don’t mean to be bothersome but I saw you from afar and…” His voice trailed off as he realized the strangeness of approaching a woman he’d never met simply because he found her interesting. One of his black ears flicked back as he opened his mouth to finish. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

He paused while taking the rest of her in. The weapon upon her back and the tight curve of each muscles suggested she was a woman well acquainted with the art of war. It was silly to have asked her if she was in any sort of danger. For all the wolf knew she would have been able to take him on, even at his far superior size. Still, he ignored his uncalled for comment and continued to drink in her exotic image. She was a welcome sight amongst all of this brown.

Halo Lykoi · 11-30-2010, 07:49 AM

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Your reply was beautiful Big Grin

Her soles eventually settled against the soft, yet solid sands continuously caressed by water seasoned with salt. Maroon gaze remained turned to the west, as if Dahlian figures could appear in the distance if she did not keep an eye on the reserved lands. A memory flared momentarily before returning to the darkness where it belonged—but it got her thinking. Was her half-sibling buried there, in the lands of the wolves? Did the metal still rest within a hollow skull filled with dirt and worms? The woman shifted slightly at this, tail consisting of rich, dark copper colour moving against the silky texture of silk portraying a dragon.

Eventually, her gaze shifted as well. It was important to remain alert of her proximity, as enemies could approach from all directions. Amongst the earthen colours movement was direction, wearing similar shades proving to be hard to spot. Ruby narrowed instantly, for suspicion was her dearest friend and lifesaver. Slinking away was not an option to the proud Lykoi canine, and therefore she remained, though she allowed her frame to turn fully to the approaching stranger. There was no doubt that he had seen her, for his pace seemed dedicated, though not aggressive as he approached.

There was no need to prepare for possible outcomes of this scene, for she believed in herself and her abilities. The katana had become a natural part of her long ago and would appear in her hands within the second if she decided assistance was required. His words were carried by a deep, masculine voice. She was a child of both worlds, but her size was that of a coyote in its optime, and his surpassed her greatly. Had he been a clan member she would have associated his size with safety, but it only spoke of strength and danger now. Knees bended ever so slightly, though her stance remained relaxed. Just with a touch of caution, that was all.

How could a mere stranger feel concern for another? The mere idea made a patronizing smile enter her empty lips. She recalled the unpleasant meeting with the canines on recently claimed soil, and therefore her attitude remained racist, more or less. She had attempted to give them a chance, but the larger canines continued to believe that they owned this earth. ”Really?” Her tone suggested that she had her doubts about this.

Estafilade · 11-30-2010, 06:42 PM

OOC: Thank you! I think your writing is lovely as well! ^^

If it was the temperature that had caused the dark fur across the wolf’s back to raise and wave their nude arms like insect legs, Estafilade would have been pleased. Yet the sturdy beast knew better. It was not the chill, pressing her thigh to him, which warranted his sudden unrest, but the female he’d come into contact with. Her stance wasn’t aggressive; it was knowing. He could tell by the way her knees bore her weight in perfect balance and by the keen glance of her eyes - shockingly red, those! - that she was cautionary, perhaps of him, perhaps of something she’d previously been preoccupied by. The wolf halted, his feet sinking slowly into the putrefied remains of organic matter and silt. Delicately each toe wrapped itself within the mud, cupping as fingers do water. He felt solid here--and strange…like a rabbit held out through winter in a cage with no shelter. She didn’t frighten him as he knew he didn’t frighten her, and in this they’d met an impasse. As the silence and the cold paced between the two, his bright eyes searched down for hers. He became consumed with thought.

Why was she so cautious? One black ear flicked rear-facing in question as his face stiffened. Had he been too abrasive? Did she find him as strange as he found her? Inwardly, the beast shook his head. Her solitary position in an open area ransacked by the coming winter proved too strange for him to denounce. He wondered is she guarded something as he surveyed her athletic body. It seemed strange to be on patrol in an area bordering a non-drinkable source. Estafilade’s consumption with theory played visibly on his face, and only when the woman responded to him did he redirect his gaze so that it locked with hers.

“‘Really?’” Her voice sounded testy, and at this he cracked an innocent smile. “Honest,” his deep voice rolled. “Why so quick to believe otherwise?” His breath ruffled and parted the think fur atop his chest as the wind dug her boney fingers into his back and ribs. The wolf’s eyes narrowed in unpleasantness and momentarily he removed his gaze from the red woman, instead lifting his snout to the lively current. His eyes closed as he sampled the wind, and reopened wearily after a brief summation. Even with his impervious coat, the time to seek refuge from the wind was nearing. His talon-like claws, still immersed in the mud, tightened gently. The sound of liquids being disturbed under a great weight was interrupted only by the wind which continued to bathe in the two canine’s hair. How unpleasant, Est mused.

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