Cold Nights When You Bite Your Nails [Wynter]

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Quiet. A rustle here, a rustle there, but otherwise silent. He stalked in the natural covers of the plain. he spotted a collection of prey, oblivious to the predator that was about to cause their end. He waited for the wind to shake the brush so that he could advance on them without being noticed. This was the it. Wynter pounced on the patch of berries laying beneath a protective shrub. He nipped at the overgrowth, tearing out roots and breaking up the dirt. He started laughing, staring in disbelief at the mess he made. No, he tried to keep his relationship with the critters and larger animals neutral at least, so this was the most fun he ever had. He really had only met a few wolves in his lifetime, but all of them were set on killing all of these guys on site. Not that he minded though, for even he had eaten at least a few of them, and could easily say that they were extremely satisfying. Surprisingly, his stomach was almost completely full. He smiled. Wynter never really had a place to call home, and finding it was much more difficult then he thought it would be. As the day went by, the temperature slowly dropped. By the afternoon, he could see his breath, and watch it disappear into the sky. The sparkles in the sky soothed him as he settled onto the wet grass. He could feel the light above caress him as he shook around a bit and sat back down with his front legs crossed. He pulled his paw back, lowered his head, and began to bite his nails. A trivial thing really, but the nibbling provided him with a sense of comfort. He was alive. Though being alive was important, it wasn't the most important thing to Wynter, but what was so important was also what he couldn't remember.

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Words: 317

Muse: Mild/Low

[Arkrael]

A yawn escaped a young femme. Paws trudge wearily across the foliage with no true destination. Her travels had found her here. A place she had yet to ever explore. Gentle green eyes danced around, studying all there was to see as she followed along the riverside. The rushing waters served to soothe her troubled mind so it was only natural that Arkrael would find herself traveling along side it. Not to mention it was a quick quench to her thirst. Rustling drew her attention and the young she-wolf came to a halt. Her head swung around as she searched the area, gently sniffing at the wind to see if there was something around.

It wasn't that she had not heard the grass and trees move with the wind that seemed to be caressing through the area, but this one made it seem much louder. When she could not find a scent within the wind Arkrael gave a sigh and a shake of her head. "You're being silly. No one is there," She spoke out loud to herself before she turned and faced the moving currents of the river. She studied her reflection for a small moment before she bent down and took a few drinks of the refreshing chilled water. Maybe she should call her travels to a stop today. Perhaps she would go find some food to hunt. She was feeling rather famished.

With that thought in mind Arkrael turned tail from the river and trotted off further into the area. There had to be some kind of prey around. Where there was water, there was food. A grin quickly pulled at the edges of her muzzle as she gave a flick of her tail. Hunting was always fun. It was something she enjoyed outside of her travels. She had a goal to see everything there was to these lands, but she also knew it would not happen all in one day. So, for the rest of the day she would just linger around this area and hunt for some grub and maybe catch a nap.

The further she got, the more she realized there was a strange scent upon the air. It did not smell like any prey she knew of, which only meant one thing. She was not alone. Nervous green eyes darted around as she tested the scent once again with her nose. A wolf? Had she walked into someone without even realizing it? The thoughts were shook from her mind as she lowered herself into the covers of tall grass and shrubs. She needed to make sure whoever it was that they were not a threat. So, for a moment she remained there, trying to decide what her next move should be.

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Words: 461
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Just then, Wynter heard the sound of padding, crunching the foliage around him. He could tell it was coming from the left of him, and the smell had by now indicated to him that it was a wolf, and confirmed the accuracy of what his ears judged as a disturbance . He lift he head up as if to look around like he didn't already know where the wolf was coming from, and kept his ears back. He had to stop meeting people like this. He slowly raised up and told himself to relax. It's only a femme, and nothing to extraordinary, or so he guessed. He could never really trust himself anymore. Even against any other thing he could imagine, wolves were the biggest comfort, and they were also the biggest threat. The old voice would brain wash him with speeches like that. It was sort of like his conscience, though he could tell the difference. He was not sure where it had come from, or when it had arrived, and when asked, would only tell him. "I'm from before", which wasn't really very reassuring. That was how he came up with the name the old voice. He figured before must have been way "before" for him not to remember it. The wolf was still now. He could raised him self and headed toward the scent. He could see her now, standing there, thinking things over as her glowing eyes darted toward everything in sight. It was like watching a shooting start trying to make a U-turn. He giggled. Such eyes he had never seen before, and it seemed like he had seen a lot of strange eyes lately. His tail started to wag. He waited for her to unfreeze, giving her some time to brace herself, as he knew he would not appreciate getting scared by a stranger, like that other time. Why not settle for something less mobile, like berries? He shrugged. Why was he thinking about food? Was he not full just a few hours ago. The excitement must be getting to me he thought.  He decided to break the ice and walk forward as a smile crept onto his face. He was scared out of his mind. "It's called being shy" the old voice said. Ugh, he thought. You and your weird nonsense again, what does that even mean? Not that the voice would answer

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Tags: Arkrael

Words: 401

Muse: Mild/High

[Arkrael]

Audit's pricked forward, listening as sudden movement quickly came from a certain area. Emerald eyes searched the tall grass, eager to see who it was that was moving. And with a matter of seconds a brute came walking into view. Pure white coat covered his frame and his eyes were a peculiar yellow. Arkrael's ears splayed out to the side for a brief moment before she shifted and pushed herself up to sit upon her haunches. "Hello," She greeted in a friendly manner as she wearily kept her eyes on him. He did not really look like he was being hostile, but there was no telling what this wolf was like. So for now, she would settle with a simple hello and go from there. She continued to study him while she waited for a response, muscles tensing on pure instinct as if to ready her to turn and run away from something that could turn out to be dangerous. All the while she studied him she sniffed at his scent, logging it into her memory banks in case she would ever need it again later on. Whether it was to be used as a warning to get away, or to tell her a friend was near by had yet to be decided.

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Words: 213
OoC: Sorry for the delay.

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Wynter jumped in surprise. Another person was there! How did he let them get so close, and more importantly, was there a pack around!? He yelped in surprise and turned around, ears back. After noticing the person was right behind him he blushed deeply. He wasn't comfortable being around other people yet, but at least now he could have conversations, oh, language was such a wonderful thing. Nothing could cure his shyness however. Even if the wolf was a femme, which it was, Wynter liked to remain 50 feet away, because at least he could get his words out from that distance. After a few seconds went by, he stepped back a little to give himself some breathing room. "H-h-hi" he stuttered. His voice came out very wobbly, as we wasn't used to using it. His blush deepened as he was astonished that he was actually able to make the words come out. Ok, he thought. It was going as smoothly as possible for him. On an earlier encounter, the one with that other wolf, which he refused to say the name of in his head. He had actually gotten used to the person's company and he just up and left. It relieved him a little, because that meant he wasn't interesting enough that people wanted to interact with him, which meant less run ins with packs and such. He studied the femme in front of him. She seemed frail enough to depend on a pack, but he prayed that it was not of that circumstance. He shuddered. He really did not want to be that close to a packs whereabouts. He had always been so careful about where he was in the area. Too bad he could sense where territories were if it hit him in the face.
Words: 300
Tags: Arkrael
Muse: high
Notes: sowwy dis took so long I went was forced to go to a trip to france.