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Posted 11-13-2017, 05:36 PM | This post was last modified: 11-13-2017, 05:40 PM by Gorgon
Gorgon
Rogue Wolf
Male, 4
Meso-fighter
30 in, 130 lbs
ep
© sorceror
All things considered, he had been in worse places.
The formless landscape around him seemed like he was stuck in the beginning of the world, under the newly formed moon and distant, icy stars, but he was pretty sure he had been somewhere more unpleasant.
Gorgon Volante was a veteran of a hundred different landscapes.
He waded through the mud, breath floating away from him in a light cloud, and tried to count all of them. The repetitive action was somehow relaxing. Better than thinking about himself, where he was, what was behind him, and who might be after him. He was the advance scout for a regime, or something, but lately he had been starting to think maybe he had been punked. Maybe nobody was coming behind him and this had all just been a complicated way to get rid of him for good.
Wouldn't surprise him, he guessed.
Nothing really did anymore.
In fact, the only thing that made him raise an eyebrow was the dead tree that loomed suddenly in the darkness. It seemed to be the only thing in the world of cold mud and stars. He wondered if he had died and this was some kind of in between place and shook the thought off immediately.
He had been spending enough time sort of wondering about that in the last six months. No need to keep entertaining the thought any further. If he was dead, would he be so hungry? He didn't think so.
Or, for that matter, cold.
Or dirty.
He was looking and feeling more homeless than he was skeletal.
He figured it was lucky he'd been getting fat before he started this journey. It had been a long road to get to the tree in the middle of the field of mud. There was probably even more on the other side. For the time being, he sat down in the dirt.
With no particular end in sight, there was always plenty of time for a rest.



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Posted 11-13-2017, 07:50 PM | This post was last modified: 11-13-2017, 07:54 PM by Vaitan
Fire
Vaitan
Fire Alpha
Male, 5.75
Endomorph
36 in, 125 lbs
551 ep
© Jamie
It was unusual for him to be here.

Rather, it was insane.

Aside from his first traipse through the ill-begotten, rotten moor, Vaitan's visits here always ended unsatisfactorily. This was more--or less--than a wasteland; it was the doormat for a thousand restless paws, for a hundred faces he would never see again. He could scarcely remember the last time he met a friend in the Kuro Pit. (Then again, he'd only taken up the hobby of "making friends" these past couple of years. All in all, he hadn't tried very hard.)

But there were so many other places he could be. He could be in his den, in the Torrid--albeit lonely, the golden sand held more warmth in late autumn than almost anywhere else in Doutaini. And if Vaitan truly couldn't sleep, he could have chosen to travel to the Caliginous. His family--his too-good-for-this-world wife--waited for him there. The beast was only truly alone because he chose to be, because his yearning to protect the Torrid was as strong as his will to breathe.

Instead, he ended up here, toes squishing into the cold mud beneath the light of faint stars. They were few and far between, but the moon was huge and bright; it lit the landscape for miles, and Vaitan realized suddenly that he had never been here at night. It was...almost beautiful, this way. Shadows crept from every bump in the ground, every stone, reminding him of the underdark's inviting depths. And there, in the distance, was the Pit. It sat like a black hole in the ground, sucking up all the light into its vast, useless nothingness. Beside it, the gnarled tree looked like nothing more than a shadow--perhaps one that an Enigma wolf twisted and grew into horrid shapes. Walking idly toward it, part of the beast wanted to set it aflame. It would burn so easily, and cast a blazing light that would fill the pit with warmth. Maybe it would even warn the newcomers what this place truly was: the gate to heaven, to hellfire, to the wrath of the gods.

Yes, this place was more beautiful at night.

Subconsciously, of course, Vaitan had smelled the approaching wolf. But until the beast shook himself from his reveries, he didn't fully realize that a stranger had arrived. He watched the male place himself beside the ominous tree, and he furrowed his brow with intent curiosity. Lone wolves traveling alone at night weren't uncommon at the edge of the world, he supposed, but when he remembered his life before Doutaini, he knew it was unusual. The beast didn't hesitate to come closer--his amber eyes gleaming brightly in the dark, air furling like smoke from his nostrils. He walked with a casual confidence in his stride, muting his aura for the sake of the stranger's apparent exhaustion. "Are you sure you want to rest here, of all places?" he asked good-naturedly, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I guess if you do, the least I could offer you is a warm fire to rest beside."

Gorgon



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Posted 11-13-2017, 08:27 PM | This post was last modified: 11-13-2017, 08:33 PM by Evan
Ice ( Staff )
Icarus
Ice Wolf
Male, 2.25
Meso-fighter
35 in, 117 lbs
31 ep
© ev


the pits, a recruitment place for suckers. anyone in their right minds shouldn't follow someone home after a few words about their precious god. but, then again, here he was, scavenging to make kiyoshi's pack grow. kiyoshi, the only god that mattered. he was the only god that was forgiving. the ice man moved through the pits, a low grumble coming from his lips as the heat bore down on him. his fur absorbed it, good in the cold, the field, awful in the heat, here. his paws press against the dirt, imprinting his paw-prints, they would not stay for long, but, nothing ever did here in doutaini. icarus' bangs fell over his eyes, a perfect windshield for the snow, but for the pits, the sun. his tail dragged against the ground as he sniffs out two wolves, two males. his ears perk as he saunters towards the men. oh, how he had loathed fire, but always found himself enjoying their company. his ears twitched at vaitan's last words, "oh for the love of kiyoshi, do not make it any hotter here. it's already like a sauna." he grunted, eyes flickering between the two wolves as he comes within a few feet of the rogue, eyes looking across him before he then looks to the fire alpha, giving a small nod in his presence. "icarus of ice." he speaks, eyes flickering back to the rogue, "welcome to the land of magic, fairy tales, and candy land." he spits out, sarcasm laced in his voice. "where dreams come true." he bats his eyelashes, sweet voice as if he were some talking christmas card. "you've found yourself in doutaini." he speaks, frost creeping up underneath icarus' aching paws from the dirt and the little heat that still radiated through the ground. his heart-rate slowed ever-so slightly at the frost, then gradually as it grew underneath the rogue's feet, and vaitan's. a wink is offered as he sits down, stopping the growth once it reached all the way to the back of their legs.

"speak and be heard."


@[Gorgon]

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Posted 11-13-2017, 11:02 PM |
Enigma
Ruellia
Enigma Alpha
Female, 4.50
Meso-fighter
33 in, 115 lbs
371 ep
© Xechi
"You're becoming a thorn in my side, Ick." Her haunting voice came from the northern dark. She'd traveled, first, to the Willows, and her paws tread the familiar path in an autonomous manner; drawn away from the Caverns deep into a night-lit Doutaini. Ruellia hadn't expected to meet anyone, not really, but it was a long walk she knew well, and enjoyed. 'Most of the time.' Yet, as her pristine paws met muddied ground, beyond there was voices. A giddiness took her immediately, and her languorous step turned frisky in demeanor. 'What curiosities,' she thinks to herself, rushing headlong into the Kuro Pits, 'lie beyond?' Little did she know that both her husband and Sir Bullshitter were ahead, their eyes turned toward the Gorgon with intents to claim.

She is not draped in shadows on this entrance, and her frame would bob, ethereal and ghostly, in her rapid approach in the dark. Her words preceded her joining, and stranger still, she did not rush to her husband's side, remaining, instead, in her northern placement. Ruellia's words had been spoken like harmless needling, but her eyes were harder than the lightness in her tones. Vaitan, knowing her well, would likely catch her demeanor, for it was obvious when the Enigma Queen liked some one. As far as Icarus went, Ruellia was unsure. There was a part of her that appreciated his bullshit, but there was another part that recalls him trying to snatch a potential member from 'neath her Husband's tree. An elegant brow rises at the frost rising up their paws, and she shakes her head in disapproval as she casts her voice towards Vaitan, "He'll be the death of us, and our new friend," she glances, on briefly, at the rogue, "I think a Fire would be best for most gathered, no?" After all, they weren't all ice nomads who lived and breathed snow.

Only now does she turn her piercing gaze on Gorgon, her face sweetly apologetic, "Forgive my manners, sir...?"
Gorgon

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Posted 11-15-2017, 07:36 PM |
Gorgon
Rogue Wolf
Male, 4
Meso-fighter
30 in, 130 lbs
ep
© sorceror
Vaitan
Someone approached him out of the dark.
He jumped. He couldn't help it; he had been dozing sitting up, and he hadn't expected a stranger to appear out of nowhere. This one had something glittering around its neck, a little smirk on his face, and was markedly less dirty than he was.
Maybe people lived out here. How was he supposed to know?
In any case, for all his smug look, Gorgon wasn't the kind to turn down charity. A fire - that rare commodity - would set him up nicely. He'd met plenty of people who were willing to help wanderers. Especially, it seemed, ones that were as big and tough as he was. He liked to pretend that it wasn't to keep him from turning bandit and taking it anyway. It made him feel a bit better about accepting.
That being said..
He had opened his mouth, to accept, but closed it again. More shapes advanced on him in the dark. He didn't like being outnumbered very much. He kept it off his expression and instead settled for a quizzical stare.
One was a kid. One was a woman. The kid ranted sarcastically about something-or-other. He rolled his eyes slightly, then paused as the boy dropped a name he recognized.
"Oh, yeah?"
doutaini.
He relaxed a bit, but not much. Just because this was a familiar name didn't mean that these strangers were trustworthy. Arrogant, for sure, but not people to drop his guard around. He was a lot of things, but not naive. Not anymore.
"Well, then, I guess I'll take that fire after all, if you're offering."
The magic land of Doutaini. He had assumed that his more affluent family members had sent him off looking for this place jokingly, to get rid of him. Least, that was why he had been so mad about having to go at all. He could accept exile, but not being made fun of. In any case, here he was, to - to spy, or whatever. He still wasn't sure. His orders were to show up.
"Name's Gorgon," he announced. "I'm, uh, a..hobo."
Clearly.
It seemed best not to announce that he thought maybe he was supposed to be some kind of advance party for a ravenous horde.
"Living the free life. Come and go as I please. Do fairies have to eat? I do, and, uh, if you happen to have some leftovers, I mean.."
Hunting wasn't his strong point, but he wasn't adverse to begging.



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Posted 11-16-2017, 04:57 PM |
Fire
Vaitan
Fire Alpha
Male, 5.75
Endomorph
36 in, 125 lbs
551 ep
© Jamie
Vaitan's ear twitched subconsciously at the sound of distant footsteps; it wasn't until the stranger closed his mouth that Vaitan took the cue, tilting his maw as he glanced over his shoulder. The male who approached them now was an ice wolf, pale as the snowy mountain he hailed from, but sauntering in a way that conveyed atypical arrogance. None of the Ice wolves Vaitan had ever met had possessed an aura quite like his. As soon as the other opened his mouth, Vaitan's brow furrowed, and he was unwilling to reply right away. Sauna? It's almost winter and it's the dead of night... However, the beast supposed he should have been thankful; Icarus (or so he called himself) did all the work of introducing Doutaini. Vaitan chuckled silently, his shoulders bobbing once as he watched the male. His coy and sarcastic nature almost reminded Vaitan of Mercury...but there was a distinct difference between them that the beast couldn't place.

While they were distracted, another wolf approached. For Vaitan, his soul sensed her presence before he became consciously aware of her. He could smell her, hear her, feel her in the air, and he knew even before she spoke that his wife was there. His gleaming eyes left the pair of males in an easy, languid gesture, resting comfortably on the form he'd yearned for so dearly. But she was right not to approach him, not yet; the Ice wolf's presence made this encounter...politically sensitive. (Still, it was no secret in Doutaini that the Alphas of Fire and Enigma had long been lovers.) As Ruellia suspected, it took Vaitan no time at all to garner the fact that she did not like this Icarus fellow. Vaitan's features revealed nothing, and he quickly turned his attention back to the muddy wanderer. “It'll be my pleasure,” he purred gently. He accommodated the group by harnessing his energy and producing a small fire. His heart beat quickly as the red gem glowed, and the fire burned several feet away toward the edge of the pit, just large and close enough to warm them comfortably. He could maintain it with minimal effort.

“A...hobo?" Vaitan grinned and laughed, amber eyes sparkling in the light of the flames. “Well I've traveled, but you'd be the first hobo I've met, Gorgon." Vaitan watched the stranger closely for his reaction. Gorgon had an easy way about him, and apparently a lack of shame, that Vaitan found interesting. And amusing. Vaitan flashed his lover a grin, then turned his eyes back to Gorgon. “I don't have food on me, but as you might imagine, our pack's abilities make hunting a snap. I'd be interested in hunting with you--any of you--" he added casually, “if you'd like."




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Posted 11-16-2017, 10:19 PM | This post was last modified: 11-16-2017, 10:20 PM by Icarus
Ice ( Staff )
Icarus
Ice Wolf
Male, 2.25
Meso-fighter
35 in, 117 lbs
31 ep
© ev

after his words are spoke, there she comes, the queen of the shadows, a woman he had met, way too many times. a roll in his eyes is shown, "oh, and you are just a pleasure as well, dear." he mumbles, eyes watching the rogue. his eyes flicker briefly to see the fire and enigma wolves getting close. "hmph. fire, fire, fire. fine, light it up." icarus grunts, shaking his fur out as he makes the frost grow again, pulling over icarus' fur to keep him cool at least for a few moments when the fire came among the four. his heart-rate still stays slow. when the rogue speaks, a laugh leaves his lips. a hobo? he MUST be asking for ridicule. "a noble profession, truly. that is quite... quite..." laughs break his voice. oh the snarky child, when will he learn? never. his eyes close as he shakes his head, trying to shake the laughter away. "oh.. oh that's good. i am sorry, i have never heard that before. damn, shit. that's some good shit." icarus' laughs turn into giggles that bubble through his sentence until he clears his throat, looking to the fire wolf. icarus' ears are perked as he listened, licking over his lips as he looks between the three, giving a short nod. his eyes flicker to the queen of the shadows, a smirk growing on his lips. "only if i get to push even more thorns in the queen's side, lava boy." he chuckles, seeing how close the two were. were they like, fucking? icarus had no clue and had no intention of finding out. the imagine was already disturbing enough.. or was it hot? icarus had no idea at this point, mind jumbled with thoughts.


Ruellia

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