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Posted 01-06-2018, 09:52 PM |
Quilla
Rogue
Female, 2.5
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
0 ep
© Noon
She arrived with the storm, bleary golden eyes illuminated by the paparazzi flash of spring heat lightning. Quilla Beltran's flight had started with such nimble feet, a jolt of excitement and fear of the unknown. That seemed years ago now. What had it been? Three days? No, four. Her once fleet paws felt heavy and numb. Four days of running a winding, confusing path of switchback turns and misdirecting scent marks. Days of short fitful naps and hurried meals of vole and carrion. Boy, hadn't she felt clever that first night, prideful even for her weeks of secret endurance training and extra stolen dinner portions. Facing the alien scape of the Kuro Pits in the dark, she felt only foolish. Quil was used to exploring new worlds and beginning new lives, but always with the warmth of the Family surrounding her. Flawed as they had become, they were the only home she had ever known in her nomadic upbringing. As the crawl of pattering rain swept over the shewolf and the desolate pit, Quilla shivered as much from the loneliness as the chill.

The suckling mud did nothing to make her footsteps feel lighter, and the bogging effect only worsened as the rain continued. The scents of dozens of other wolves kept her pushing forward. What a curious area. Quilla had come across her fair share of pack border markings, but here the scents here were too varied and diffuse to be a border. It smelled like trouble to her. Head hung in exhaustion, she pushed on. A crack in the pad of her right hind paw flashed with a dull ache at every step, but she ground down against the superficial wound, rallied by the bright sting. The first time she slipped, Quilla cursed colorfully at the mud, and then at the rumbling sky, and once more at herself for good measure. Slowly she gathered up her stubborn reserves and pushed on with clumps of mud plopping to the ground from her chest and belly. The next fall saw her entire right side coated in the slick, stinking muck. The defeated traveler panted in the mud, harsh breaths slowly turning to bitter, husky laughter. “I'm not getting out of this shit pit before daylight,” she muttered to herself. Even her voice was worn out, creaking into the darkness to join the distant rumble of thunder and the peep toad call.

With what felt like the last of her strength, Quilla peeled herself out of the mud again. The features of her face were split, half painted in the dark gray of foreign mud. In the flicker of heat lightning, she spied the outline of a barren, skeletal tree in the distance. She picked her way over and slipped into the shelter of the solemn tree's shadow. She should keep going, find somewhere less haunted by the scent of strangers, but to hell with it. If she didn't get a moment of sleep, she might just stumble into a mud pit deep enough to drowned in. The earth around the tree felt more stable, dryer, elevated somewhat by the gnarled roots. The rain was already slacking off as spring pop-up storms were want to do. Just a little while, she thought as she curled up against the rough bark. I'm just going to close my eyes for a little while. Dreamless exhaustion took her, and when the warm light of morning crept over the pits, Quilla was still sleeping deeply, her muddy muzzle propped on the curve of a dark root.



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Posted 01-06-2018, 10:05 PM | This post was last modified: 01-06-2018, 10:05 PM by Badr
Rebel ( Staff )
Badr
Rebel Wolf
Female, 3.00
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
75 ep
© riv

Badr had heard the storm, like the thundering of buffalo’s hooves across the plains, it had a reminiscence of that of Storm. The thought bringing a smile to her face as she made her way from the gaia to go and investigate. A rabbit carcass hanging idly on her back as she meandered her way through. Pausing for a moment as she feels the mud under her paws. It sticks between and clumps her fur together. Being a sign that she’d eventually be in the need to visit the falls to clean herself off. Shaking the thought as she would investigate the sounds more. Hearing the slurs being thrown, her ears are pinned back as she hears the slipping through the mud. Pulling her to move in closer as she watches her step. The slickness almost threatening to cause her to fall, but she had gotten use to this feeling in the first few days of spring. Claws digging against the damp soil. The voice she hears is still distant as she contemplates calling out but she decides against it. Wind blowing against her face as it leads her to find the female. Younger than Badr is but not by much. She eyes her the sleeping wolf for a moment as she keeps herself distant. Eyes wandering to look at the moon, before shifting back. Her gaze falling to look at the tree, which had become a common figure for her. Letting the rabbit slip off her to be a bit in front of the stranger as she sits herself back. Letting out a slight yawn as she stands as a watchful guardian. Making sure no harm would come to the tired traveler. Her own eyes growing heavy as she shakes herself to keep herself awake. Her halved tail curling idly around her body as turquoise eyes focus on the horizon. Mind wondering in the curiosity of what Mars had been doing the past few days. It seems like it had been a long time since they had spent time together. Which caused a slight frown to wash over her face before she drop it. Kaede’s prophet doing what she had set herself to do and be the guardian she had sworn herself to be. Humming slightly in quiet sounds to keep herself preoccupied. Debating on whether to wake the sleeping traveler or wait for them to awake on their own terms.

Quilla




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Posted 01-07-2018, 10:10 AM |
Divine
Rascal
Divine Warrior
Male, 3.00
Endomorph
37 in, 135 lbs
35 ep
© sorceror
Quilla
Endless travel hardly bothered him anymore; he slogged through the mud and rain quite cheerfully, silver eyes fixated on a point over his head. Raindrops hit him in the face, clearing mud off of that small part of his burly form. The rest was impossible. He'd wash it off in the next body of water he encountered.
Staying clean wasn't a priority for knights, anyway, as far as he knew. It was useful to keep him humble, or something. He had never really understood what that part of the training was all about. Nevertheless, he was pretty sure he had it down. He therefore splashed around, whistling eerily through his broken teeth and marinating on what to do next.
He hadn't actually been out in the pits in a long time, if he was remembering correctly (and, for all he knew, he probably wasn't) but it didn't appear that much had changed. He could see a white thing in the blurry darkness up ahead. He blinked hard to clear rainwater out of his vision and it solidified into definitely another wolf, and then another one lying on the ground. The black knight came to a rusty halt, cleared his throat, stared from one to the other, and decided to launch into one of his usual lectures to fill up the awkward silence.
Was one of these two sleeping? Was the earth wolf waiting for them? He was capable of sleeping just about in any old place, but this was probably not one of them. Too wet for him. He'd rather just stay awake.
"Greetings, uh, fair ladies," he stumbled over his words, having not had much to say to anyone for quite a long time. "Are you in need of, assistance, um, because..I can help.."
He wasn't doing very well. It didn't take a genius to see that, and Rascal had never claimed to be one of those. He sighed, glanced back up at the sky, and started over.
"My name's Rascal. Are you lost? Why is that one asleep?"



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Posted 01-07-2018, 11:19 AM | This post was last modified: 01-17-2018, 07:17 PM by Quilla
Quilla
Rogue
Female, 2.5
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
0 ep
© Noon
Unlike the fretful naps of the last few days, no dark worries bubbled up to disturb Quilla in her muddy slumber. Her breaths came easy and even, notched ear flickering occasionally to shed a sprinkle of drying filth. Her muzzle wrinkled against the hard pillow of roots, exposing white fang and pink gum. The tension of long miles was slowly uncoiling through her muscles, aching through her limbs. For a moment, she was a pup again, curled between the warm bodies of all her borrowed siblings, safe under the watchful eyes of their shared mothers. Through some trick of nostalgic dreams, she could almost smell the musk of their rabbit dinner. Her stomach gave an audible grumble and clenched, dragging the traveler up from the depths of sleep, nose flaring well before the rest of her body came online.

Golden eyes cracked open, sleepy and unfocused until the outline of another wolf swam into view. Adrenaline flooded her body, cinching tight the protesting muscles that had only just began to relax. Other than the flinch of tension, however, Quilla remained still. In the cult like culture that had developed from the Family, masking gut reactions had been a necessary skill. Calculating eyes swept over the foreigner. The female's expression seemed relaxed, no raised hackles, no posturing. She wasn't even going out of the way to protect the meal that had roused Quilla in the first place. Her attention widened and swept the surroundings to find another wolf, a male larger than either she or the stranger. His stance was non-threatening as well if somewhat uncertain.

Peaceful pack, maybe? Quil wondered, picking herself up slowly from between the roots. Her motions were careful, measured, no sudden movements. This was certainly not the first time she had found herself in the presence of unfamiliar, traditional pack wolves. Maybe between the fatigue and storm, she had actually crossed a scent border. “I apologize if I am intruding,” she started, and had to stop again to clear her voice of the dry croak that had lodged in her throat. “I came in late and tired. This is your land?” she questioned, looking between the two strangers. “It's...lovely. I like what you've done with the...scary looking dead tree here.” Despite the awkwardness of being found sleeping, coated head to toe in mud, humor had always been a reliable ice breaker in Quilla's arsenal. An easy smile brightened her dirt streaked face, softening the look of an utterly bedraggled rogue. “I'm Quilla.”

Badr



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Posted 01-09-2018, 11:39 AM |
Divine
Lunafer
Divine Alpha
Intersex, 5.75
Meso-runner
35.00 in in, 114.00 lbs lbs
355 ep
© Sylvirr
Rascal had been doing so well. He feels it is high time to tell him--at least to reward him for his behavior. It takes him some time, of course, finally venturing out of the Cove himself after making certain things are set in place, and he accompanies--or rather, follows--Rascal to the pits. It has become custom for him these days to bring along a meal with him, as the Cove is rich in prey and Divine rarely wants for anything. Why not share the Goddess's bounty, no? He makes his way across the arid landscape, coming to rest beside Rascal with a warm smile gingerly painted across his delicate features. The thawing of winter into spring has perhaps made him more feminine in his appearance, though it is nothing he cares to mention.
He chuckles-- somehow it is as if the mud and rain has nary touched the White Priest, as he remains nearly immaculate in his appearance,"Badr." he smiles towards her,"This is Rascal, one of my warriors." he introduces the black knight to Badr, as he knows her by name, if by nothing else. "And merry meet to you...Quilla?" He caught her name--or he thinks he has, but he questions its pronunciation to make certain His own gaze trails to the tree, crystalline eyes following its gnarled branches.
"A grim reminder of a sorrowful person." he replies,"Forgive me. I am Lunafer, of Divine." It would stand to reason that Rascal was in Divine, too. "This land is known as the Kuro Pit, and it is unclaimed. This is where the lost come to find their way. Packs oft come to recruit new members here, for often the travelers are weary and in great need of rest and home, and to educate them on the packs that reside here, including our own. I am afraid I can only tell you in detail about Divine, as I have not studied the others as well as I would like. I see Badr has already brought you something, and so since she has given up her meal.." he offers the fish from the Cove to Badr, so that she does not have to go hungry for all her kindness.











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Posted 01-10-2018, 01:35 PM |
Water ( Admin )
Keston
Water Alpha
Male, 4.00
Endomorph
36 in, 135 lbs
809 ep
© Julie
From the eastern front of Doutaini, the blonde warrior had watched the storm approach the coastal kingdom of Kei.The skies darkened and were layered by clouds that built upon the others into a towering display as the storm moved across Doutaini before heading out to sea. Thunder and lightning clashed overhead in a clamoring syncope that temporarily hindered the world. Stilled beneath a breath of silence, the rains would soon follow in unrelenting waves as droplets pummeled the earth below, colliding according to a rhythm they orchestrated amidst the heavens. Keston was no stranger to the downpour that eventually reached Cerulean Waters, especially in times of spring--it was a promising kiss of rebirth and new life that chased away the decaying grip of winter. For some time, he sat upon the rocky cliffs overlooking the sea and felt the breath of Kei cascading around him, tiny streams forming across his shoulders as the water penetrated past the guard hairs of his coat and laid flush against his skin. Whether it was hours or mere minutes, the Lioncourt eventually decided to retire for the evening when the storm brought no end in sight; as he prepared to fall asleep, the soothing lullaby of a rainstorm endure outside his den.

Morning came with clear skies as the sun donned a brilliant glow across Doutaini. The ocean king rose from his den and stretched just outside the opening, shaking away the weariness that tried to linger behind. There was too much for him to attend to, however, as Keston walked through the Cerulean Waters before clearwater eyes turned towards the distant horizon. He wondered if there were wanderers that found themselves stranded by the storm, and with little cause for persuasion on the matter, he set off quickly towards Kuro Pit. It was late morning by the time he managed to cross the lands that lay between his home and his pursuit, and his paws stopped at the edge of the crater. Utilizing this vantage point, he peered around the pit with darting interest, noting the labyrinth of puddles that signaled the storm had passed through here as well. Keston drew his attention towards the singular tree that served as a beacon for many newcomers, drawing them and pack wolves alike as though they were moths and it was a flame. There was a small gathering assembled there and even from a distance, he recognized a few faces. Scaling down the sloping walls, Keston skidded towards the bottom and landed unceremoniously in the muck and mire. It splashed across his lower half, mud caking to the feathering that encircled his ankles as he progressed forward.

Layers built as parts grew dry, and in an unsightly first impression, the seafaring king lowered his head in greeting to the rogue woman and his acquaintances of Earth and Divine. “Hello everyone, that was some storm we endured last night. My name is Keston, it is a pleasure to meet you.” The Lioncourt added, a smile easing onto his features as though it were a natural part of his design. His words were directed towards the rogue woman and the young gentleman of Divine that he had not met before, though there was equal warmth shared in his greeting to Badr and Lunafer. Seeing the others had fallen victim to the mud-riddled pit as well, Keston inhaled deeply before holding the breath in his lungs and he called upon the powers of Kei. Through evaporation, Keston extracted moisture from the small patch of earth they stood upon. Where puddles had sat just moments before, now the ground crumbled and cracked from the sudden dryness that had overtaken it. Merely displaced, his bloodstream absorbed the extracted water as Keston sat back, struck by a sudden wave of temporary weakness. Exhaling finally to halt the use of his powers, his sides racked with heavy breathing as he chose a silent role in order to recovery. It was a small gesture compared to the offering of food, but the woman appeared caked everywhere in mud and he imagined a dry patch of ground would be more appealing in this moment.
@[Badr]



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Posted Yesterday, 09:44 PM |
Quilla
Rogue
Female, 2.5
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
0 ep
© Noon
(Small bump for Badr)



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