Haunting [Open]

[Zelphi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,30,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/1995/ariest1.png][scrolly:w(177),h(275),sy] A dark winter's day... The sun barely lit the flower field. Its dulled beams dying away, sucked of energy by the cold season. The flora was beyond scarce; even in this patch so deep within the forest the greenery had faded. Lost to the months of hardship. It was disappointment that Aries found in the wood's depths. He had expected to find at least one lone flower poking its head out from amongst the freezing stretch of white that had grown so quickly within the past few days. But, no, there was nothing. Still, peace he had been hunting for, and peace he had discovered. The winter was his haven, even if it did bite and burn his pads. It was the season that he had been brought into the world. Lifting his head to study the grey heavens above, he sighed, releasing a mist that curled up on itself and dissipated into nothing moments after being released. The strange dreams had not invaded his mind in some time... It was both a worry, and a relief. Whether it be something of the past, present, or the future, he always had had something. But now... Now he dreamt of walking, hunting, running. Either from something, or for something. The horned wolf's ears twitched back for a moment. What was there to do here? Lay down and simply revel in the cold, or sit and think? Whatever the case, Aries had come here on automatic, his legs had took him here, not his mind. Should he turn back? Return to the pack? Possibly he could return to the forest to futilely hunt for something that may or may not be wandering the snowy, tree-riven area? No, there was no point. He would stay here, for a time. He padded over to the least snow covered patch and plonked himself down. His tail curled tightly around him, its tip only just touching the first toe of his left fore-paw. [/scrolly]

[Billy {the kid}]

It was cold. And quiet. It seemed to bring an emptiness to the souls of the living. The heaven above was a stark gray mass of clouds above it all, waiting to unleash even more of the chill upon the world. A bitter biting breeze rolled across this land, a broken echo of solitude as it wound its tendrils through the bare forest.

That quiet roared in Fable's ears. It bothered her greatly, as instead of the lulling bird song she had only the soft crunch of her own paw steps to keep her company. It sent a shiver down her spine... It seemed too quiet even now in this cold white, she could only wonder what had caused this eerie silence. She had seen no sign of foot prints bringing her to the only resort for a conscious tracker. Instinctively, she thrust her blue tainted muzzle into the frigid air, her mouth slightly agape to taste the icy breeze. Her nose caught it first, the dull scent a recent visitor.

The Omega flicked her tail between the cold balsts of air, ears erect as she ducked her head. Fable realized the smell belonged to one of her own, a Jager, thouhg the owner was unfamiliar. She quivered where she stood and continued to walk through the ice, every step just a little bolder, more confident.

Her gait slipped unnoticed into a lazy lope through the barren trees. Though tainted with a slight limp it was nice to stretch her legs after being cooped up in the canyon. Her form was wraith-like as fine powder dusted her ebon coat like frozen crystals. These crystals quickly vanished with the warmth of her thick pelt and the pumping of lean muscle. Her speed carried her with ease to the skirt of a large open meadow. The the cold was biting, and snow blanketed the ethereal space spots of dead grass poked through in small designated patches. Silver orbs brazed the scene carefully, her limbs growing heavy as they stopped moving altogether. In that silver stare she caught several things at once, small flurries had begun to dance down from the gray slate above her head, most of them the size of butterflies. Second, was the crimson leaf blowing over the blanket of snow like a wily tumbleweed from the desert plains she followed its path and came upon her third discovery. An unmoving lump of black fur, curled neatly into one of the bare patches covering the meadow.

Fable froze, drawing in a breathe, standing her ground. She was upwind of the lump, its back turned. The ebon wolfess snorted, mist clinging around her muzzle but disappearing just as quickly. she watched it, waiting for it to move. Could this possibly be the reason for the silence?

[Zelphi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,30,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/1995/ariest1.png][scrolly:w(177),h(275),sy] All was quiet... The large wolf now had plenty of time to think. Ponder on things long since passed, or memories of the most recent. His ears twitched and he leaned slightly more to the left, his head tilting in that same direction. Now that he thought about it... his ability confused him. Greatly, in fact. All of those times... had he been dreaming about himself? Flashes of what could happen in his future? Or was it related to someone else? Was he seeing another's tomorrow? Frowning, he faced to the front once more. He was getting nowhere with this. He started as something fluttered past him, then let out a silent sigh as he realized what it was. Snow was gently floating from the sky. He watched their descent with his eyes, a tiny smile flickering at the corners of his black lips. This was another reason why winter was his favorite time of the year. Sure, prey grew scarce, and the weather was rough. But, at no other time could you feel truly serene. It was then that he felt he was no longer alone. He was suddenly aware of the gaze of another and stood quickly, his expression void of emotion. He turned, and froze, his ears swiveling forwards alertly as he noticed the other. A low growl erupted from his maw, the noise floating in the air for a moment, before fading away to nothing as a familiar scent was carried on the breeze towards him. This one belonged to Jager, same as him. He relaxed a little, taking a moment to study the stranger. "... What brings you out here?" he asked after an extended period. [/scrolly]

[Billy {the kid}]

Fable felt the sensation of being outside her body. It felt as if she were another, watching the two wolves in the clearing. As her conscious floated overhead her bodily form noticed that the pitch colored ball shifted from its original place. In fact its gaze had also been rendered to the cold expanse of sky. The snowflakes swirled through the currents of air as they fluttered silently to meet the earth.

The ebon-blue wolfess made no movement, more out of sheer curiosity than fear of being noticed. Omega or not she could expected to be able to travel where she pleased as long as she didn't stray onto Cerrac territory. She didn't know what the fellow Jager's reaction would be to her assumed intrusion. Truth be told, she had come here to clear her head of the past days events, she had wanted to be alone. But just as the day she had captured and devoured that catek on Jager territory, luck was not on her side.

Suddenly, her being was wretched and smushed together as her physical self watched the brute shudder. She had been noticed...

The male swung around his body in a stance meant for that of an intruder, Fable shrunk back a step lowering her head. The growl crept thouhg her head like and adder's hiss, a warning. The ebon female cocked her audits back, close to her furry skull, her blue tipped tail sweeping in the snow. The male was significantly larger than her, and she sullenly noticed that the powerful canine sported two sets of tick bony battering rams that caught the dull light on their surface. She watched his every move in preparation for rebuke.

But the rebuke never came, instead the wolf seemed to notice that she was one of the same. His muscles relaxed, thouhg the stern and hardened air about him clung on headily like thick fog. His words rang out across the barren space and she pricked her ears into an erect state her voice was cool and blunt I could ask you the same question, Brother. Formalities were everything to Fable now, and it came naturally, thouhg the mildly unruly venom to her tongue was a thing she could never shake from herself. Fable held herself submissively however, waiting for the unfamiliar packmate to state his mind.

[Zelphi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,30,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/1995/ariest1.png][scrolly:w(177),h(275),sy] Careful thoughts... The dark quadruple-horned wolf found peace never seemed to last, especially when you needed it the most. It would be abruptly dragged away from you and thrust back into your face so fiercely that you wouldn't even realize it'd happened. This, however, wasn't exactly to be one of those times. Sure he had been disturbed from his thoughts but, the quiet continued. This she-wolf was unlike that certain loud pack brother he had encountered before. Although, there was a hint of something else in the tone of her voice as she spoke... Her submissive stance tipped him off to her rank within the Jager pack. None others that Aries had encountered before acted in that manner. She must be the Omega. The thought didn't mean much to him, however. She was a much a part of Jager as any other. It was funny... Her response was somewhat similar to Rivot's. It almost brought that flicker of a smile back to his face, almost. "I came here to think," he replied simply. He turned his head to glance up at the dull canvas above, his lavender eyes watching the falling flurry of snow. "Even here, flowers refuse to grow..." he muttered aloud. [/scrolly]

[Billy {the kid}]

Cautious the wolfess remained. Her assumptions about the wolves of Jager seemed to turn the tables in her thoughts. Maybe they weren't all just mindless drones. Cruel and bitter. A small rueful twinge came at the corner of her pitch colored lips in the form of a miniscule smirk, this was barely noticeable.

What was noticeable was the way her body relaxed, her muscles loosened and her haunches slid down to plant themselves in a chilling patch of thick powder. More snow was dumped upon them, though the flakes had reduced their size. The dazzling white muddled in her dark fur sticking around for a while on the longer, fluffier ruff. It was surprisingly peaceful to Fable. Another assumption shattered in the blink of an eye.

His reaction to her words had warmed her a bit making her feel more comfortable with herself, tucking her tail around her paws neatly she watched him her silver gaze guarded.

Again the brute's attention was drawn up to the gray clouds. Fable tilted her head to the side, it was curious. This male wasn't much like she had pictured every other male wolf around here. A bout of shame stirred in her... She hung her head staring at the snow around her paws.

Something about flowers brought her to attention. Uh, yes, it is a pity., she swung her gaze over the barren glade trying to keep her attention less on her frayed nerves and more on what was happening in the real world. I can only wonder what it looks like during the spring... she added, her silver orbs wandering somewhere else, somewhere beyond the field.

[Zelphi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,30,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/1995/ariest1.png][scrolly:w(177),h(275),sy] Spring and winter... Aries moved a little, his paws scuffing the white powder underfoot, and then he settled back down upon the frozen earth once again. His dull red tainted tail brushed across the floor, but remained more or less stationary behind him, if slightly to the left. He had positioned himself in a way as to face the female, but at a far enough distance so that neither crossed the other's personal space. The snow clung to the dark fur along his neck and settled between his ears. Even with his thicker than normal coat, Aries could still feel the bite of the ice. But, the weather itself could also be the cause, being cold enough to make his exhalations of air foggy wisps in the atmosphere. At the she-wolf's response, he blinked his lavender orbs and replied, "I've seen it during the spring. ... It looks entirely different." The glade then, had indeed been different. Flowers of all shapes and colours grew amongst the vivid green grass. Bees and butterflies buzzed and flitted from one flora to the next... To look at it now, and picture it as it had been in the warmer weather... Well, it created an entirely unique perspective of it, from now to then anyway. Aries' ears swivelled back as a thump echoed behind, the sound of a clump of snow sliding from a nearby tree to the floor below. It wasn't a concern of the large wolf. He had heard it too often throughout his wanderings through the forest. [/scrolly]

[Billy {the kid}]

The temperature hadn't dropped or lifted, it was as if the world itself was frozen in the bitter grip of the cold time. This cold gave the impression of coming from the silver balls lodged in the furry black skull of the female. She had not yet acknowledged the dark brute's movement aside from the crunch of his paws, for her bodily actions registered this with a quick flick of her ear. The silence that followed might've cracked like ice if the imagination had been put to it.

This silence only extended to a particular moment when a hushed growl rolled from her chest, echoing over the white sheet of cold like the distant ring of thunder. Memories, the ones that one wouldn't take pleasure in thinking of, were dodging her grasp once more. She had again been distracted by the missing pieces of her history. After her second awakening on this earth she had always tried to remember the past...

A wistful murmur hit her ears, landing on the tufts within her audits (ironically) like a snowflake, melting against the warmth of her fur and nipping at her flesh as it dribbled down inside. Her jaw slackened modestly and her brow slid down into a look of confusion. Her conscious unraveled the noise coming from his maw and turned it into something she understood.

Fable closed her mouth snorting, I can only imagine. the statement rolled of her tongue with a pleasing purr. She was much more relaxed now and she seemed much... happier. And the ebon wolfess did just that, she imagined the field at the peak of color. Fable thought of what it could have, would have been. The millions of vivid and pastel colors spread before her, the stark brilliance of it all sent her heart fluttering in her ribs like a trapped mikoe. She dipped her head a sudden smirk tripping onto her facade, almost as gracefully as an avalanche.

She had let her guard slip. A echoing thud startled her and several things happened at once. The ebony female was suddenly on all fours, a frightening display of powder dancing around her limbs as she disturbed it with her quick movements. Fable was in a defensive stance, facing the male ears laid back menacingly. Though her eyes made no contact with the dark canine, instead they were searching behind him.

Paranoia had gotten the better of her now. Her hackles stood on end and claws were unsheathed in the ice, a grim snarl came forth from her mouth. The sound was laden with the mist, the stuff disappearing as soon as it seeped from her ivory fangs. Pitch colored lips contrasted this feature greatly, a twisted beauty alight in those silver gems as they stared down the invisible threat.