▷ We could be Heroes {Rikez}

[Cherokee]

Cherokee

The sun was a bright beacon in the sky, shining down on all of the inhabitants below. Cherokee had grown to love the bright yellow orb, or at least she thought it was yellow. She had never been able to stare at it completely fore it was too bright for her delicate occuli. If she stared too long flashes of color would dance before her and confuse her, but she liked to think that it was yellow. The sun was warm, comforting. And today was a beautiful day in particular. It wasn't stifling hot as it had been the past couple of days, which she enjoyed. Her pelt was entirely too thick to be dealing with the excruciating heat. Today however the sun was busy dancing behind the clouds, and though there was a moderate breeze here and there she could sense that rain would be coming. The thought made her mocha tipped auds pin to her head. Cherokee hated the rain, it scared her beyond belief. The rain itself however wasn't the truly terrifying part. The terrifying part was the thunderstorms. The loud booms that shook the earth shook Cherokee to her core and she hated them with her entirety. She lay surrounded by blood hued flowers, her golden brown eyes watching them as they swayed in the breeze. She laid her head down on her fore paws and felt the breeze caressing her hide as she relaxed for a few moments. Soon she was drifting off to sleep without a single care in the world. When Cherokee awoke she felt as though she had been sleeping for hours and the sky had darkened considerably overhead. She felt an uncomfortable lump rise in her throat and almost instantaneously a flash of lightning lit up the sky before her. Immediately she jumped to her feet and took off running, bounding through the field of flowers as the wind whipped around her. A big boom of thunder erupted, shaking the ground beneath her paws. She could feel her body trembling as a yelp escaped her maw. Her eyes darted in her skull as she glanced around her in hopes of finding some sort of shelter. Before long the rain was pelting her hide and began making it difficult to see. Her limbs lengthened as she galloped faster, until a tiny cluster of trees appeared up ahead. Cherokee wasted no time and bolted to take cover beneath one of the only trees around, meanwhile thunder continued to echo in the distance and lightning made its appearance across the sky. Cherokee lowered herself to the ground, her hide trembling as she curled herself as close to the trunk of the tree as possible. She figured if she could just close her eyes tight enough she could block out the storm, but it seemed to only get worse as the minutes passed.

tag || Rikez || words || 637 || notes || sorry it's so short, I suck at starters and Cherokee is terrified of storms lol || ▲

[Rikez]

He was a fool for getting caught out in the storm with no shelter. A pup’s mistake, he scoffed himself. I’ll be soaked to the bone soon. Those were the thoughts swirling around in the black brute’s mind as he darted through a patch of sodden red poppies. The flowers were sagging under the onslaught of rain, their colors diminished and sad under the blanket of cloud overhead. He brushed through the stems without remorse as they were crushed beneath his ebony paws. They were tall enough to caress his stomach and sides, and they parting willingly as he made his way across the expanse of flowers. A copse of trees in the distance was the only sanctuary in sight, so he made a beeline for it.

High above, Huginn was a black dot against a slate grey sky, barely visible against the stormy heavens. She soared ahead, the gusts of wind carrying her and tossing her at the same time. Rikez turned his head up to the tempest, blinking rain out of his amber eyes as he watched his companion fluttering against the storm. She was soon nearly to the trees, and he sped up, wanting to catch up with her.

The trees loomed closer, and he darted beneath them like a bullet. His ebony fur was the color of darkest ink, sodden and hanging from his frame. His wet pelt was heavy, and he shook himself quickly as he came beneath the shelter of the thin canopy. There were few trees in the Shydar, so even this small protection was a good bit of luck for the black brute. So concerned with arriving to the small group of trees, he almost didn’t see the other wolf lying nearby. She was curled tightly around herself, facing away from him. As a fork of lightning split the heavens, her light, creamy fur was illuminated. Damp, but still fluffy from the rain, her pelt shook as she trembled. Rikez padded forward slowly, as to not frighten her. His stance was neutral. This wolf didn’t seem like a threat.

”Hello,” he said calmly, eyeing the wolf lying before him. Her scent was slightly familiar, and after a moment he realized she must be a member of Airila like himself.

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Count | 382
Tagged | Cherokee
Muse | Low
Notes | Here you go! I’m sorry that it’s so short and terrible. My muse has hit a wall.

[Cherokee]

The wind howled around her, water spraying her sides as she cowered against the base of the tree. It was obvious that mother nature was pissed and it seemed like she was playing cat and mouse with Cherokee. She tucked her head in-between her paws and fought the urge to yelp in pure terror, her mind and heart racing as adrenaline spiked through her body. Her body continued to shake with tremors, when suddenly she heard the sound of approaching paws. Her brown tipped auditories perked slightly and she peeked out from between her front legs. The form above her was rather large and soaking wet, obviously male. His pelt was a stark contrast to her's being the purest of ebony, resembling ink. And he was huge even as he stood above her. Hello. His vocals were deep but calming and she slowly rose her head off the ground. Water was streaming down from the sky and continued to flick against her facial features, but for now she was able to ignore it. She cleared her throat hesitantly and spoke with tentative vocals, Hi. She continued to eye him up nervously although he seemed to be of no concern to her. He was already soaked and so she decidedly scooted over, making a spot next to the tree for him. You can come over here if you don't want to get wet anymore. She offered him with a shy smile. It would have been rude of her to hog the tree all to herself, especially considering the fact that the storm wasn't going to be letting up anytime soon. Cherokee did her best to hide her blatant fear towards the weather with this other wolf in her presence.

Although she had not officially joined Airila she was considered a new face around these parts and she figured it would be better to get acquainted with more wolves, no matter how difficult that may be for her. Are you a part of Airila? She asked him while trying to keep her mind off of the weather. The more she engaged in conversation with him the more likely she would be able to worry less about the storm. Her curiosity was beginning to rise to the surface and she was genuinely interested in finding out just who this male was. He seemed friendly enough and surely he wouldn't harm her. Perhaps she was too naive, but for some reason she felt as though she could trust him. My name is Cherokee. She offered up to him but then she stopped speaking. She felt as though she had been talking for far too long and didn't want to continue speaking, especially considering the fact that the brute hadn't said a word since he first arrived onto the scene. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Maybe he didn't want to speak to her. Perhaps he was here for other reasons and instantly her heart sunk. Maybe she shouldn't have trusted him so easily, after all he was a stranger. Her auds pinned back hesitantly and she took a step backward, unsure of where things were headed now.

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notes; sorry for the wait!
tagged; Rikez
muse; decent
word count; 660.
status; complete.

[Rikez]

Her response to his sudden, yet quiet approach was met by a short “hi”—barely a sentence in itself. But she was not unkind. Rikez’s amber-colored eyes gleamed almost yellow in the dim light as he watched her move aside., offering a dry patch of earth just big enough for his slim brutish form. ”You can come over here if you don't want to get wet anymore.” She even gave him as much as a smile as she peered shyly up at him. For the first time, he looked her in the face, and noticed the dark markings in her fur that ran up her muzzle and over her eyes in a delicate pattern. It was rather pretty. Furthermore, he realized they were about the same size, though his soaked pelt and her decently dried fur gave the illusion that she was slightly larger. Realizing he had hesitated long enough, the ebony brute dipped his head in acknowledgement and padded over to her side.

He was a wolf of few words. He had always preferred to stay silent when there was no reason for speech. However, this femme was not comfortable sitting with a stranger in silence like he had hoped. He could tell in the way she spoke to him, as if she were slightly distracted by her own thoughts. It was possible that she was wracking her brain for small talk. When she came out with the question about Airila, Rikez smiled. He had been spot on. There wasn’t anything more like “small talk” than asking about one’s pack.

He decided to humor this femme, and tried to fight the cynical thoughts swirling in his mind. ”Yes,” he said, his baritone voice rumbling deep in his chest before leaving his maw. ”I found Arche and he welcomed me into the pack despite my… unfortunately sour attitude towards him at the time.” Rikez allowed the corners of his snout to curl in a small smile at the memory. He had almost attacked the (now) alpha of Airila on neutral territory, before he knew where he was. Before he realized that Anikira could be a home for him. ”I assume you are a member of the pack as well?” The scents of the wet earth and his own damp pelt was enough to mask even the lingering scent of his pack. He could barely distinguish their scents from each other as it is.

”My name is Cherokee.” The femme finally had a name, though the black brute had not asked her it. Internally, he reminded himself to be friendlier in the future. She had offered up this small shelter without any prompting, after all. She was either too trusting of strangers or incredibly kind. He had hesitated in answering yet again, and Cherokee looked uncertain, almost disturbed by his quietness. Her ears flicked away from him and she took one defensive step back, almost as if she were going to flee. Immediately, a twang of regret struck his heart, and the black wolf lowered his head a fraction to show that he meant no harm. ”They call me Rikez, he said softly, not introducing himself by name, but rather by what he was “called”—a habit of introduction he had never gotten rid of from his previous pack.

Without thinking, the black brute took a step forward and gently rested his dark muzzle against her cream fur. The action shocked him, for he had never been this close to any female who wasn’t his sister, especially not a stranger, and her smell invaded his senses for a brief moment before he tore himself away. He tried to make his moments as slow as he could so that he didn’t come off as aggressive, but he surely couldn’t hide the surprise in his eyes as he pulled back away from her.

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Count | 648
Tagged | Cherokee
Muse | Decent
Notes | Sorry that he sounds so cynical. At this point in time, Rikez is still getting used to not being a total dick to females. Also, he hasn’t met Calantha yet, in case you were wondering. :)

[Cherokee]

It seemed like an eternity had passed between them before the male actually made eye contact with her. Before this she had been feeling pretty uncomfortable, but at this point she would rather take her chances with this stranger then face the storm which was her one true fear. Yes. I found Arche and he welcomed me into the pack despite my… unfortunately sour attitude towards him at the time. Cherokee could see that unfortunately sour attitude even now as he hadn't spoken a single word to her before this. She eyed him suspiciously, wondering what he was all about but not being able to tell as she had very little to go off of. Finally after what seemed like another decade the male finally spoke, as if her staring had driven him to do so. They call me Rikez. It was definitely a unique name, one she had never head before. Cherokee had been sheltered all of her life though so it was no surprise that she hadn't ever heard of his name before. Just as she was getting ready to answer another clap of lightning lit up the sky and she instantly cowered against the base of the tree. Realistically this wasn't the smartest area for the two wolves to be conversing in- if the tree would be struck by lightning they would both certainly perish. The realization suddenly shook her to the core and although she felt foolish for asking she knew that she had to speak up. Listen I know we just met and all but please tell me you know of a den or something that we can go to because this obviously is NOT safe. Her words were blunter then blunt even though they shook with fear. Cherokee was trying her hardest to be brave but it just wasn't working for the female.

She could tell that this brute wasn't entirely comfortable around her which granted she wasn't necessarily comfortable around him. It was by sheer chance that they had run into each other and they didn't really have anywhere else to go thanks to mother nature's bipolar attitude at the moment. She huffed a sigh, losing patience before she finally locked gazes with him for one last time. Listen Rikez you can stay here if you want but I need to get out of here.. So you can either come with me or you can stay in the danger zone.. You tell me. She spoke before turning away from the tree, her eyes scanning the area to see if she could find any better shelter. The rain was pouring from the heavens which was making it extremely difficult to see- especially when streams of water were pouring off the top of her head down into her eyes. She hung her head then, visibly frustrated as she plopped her hindquarters down onto the ground. This just wasn't working out for her and it didn't appear like anything would be getting better anytime soon. It seemed that karma didn't have a very good relationship with Cherokee at the moment.

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notes: sorry for the crap quality and sorry it took so long! D:
tagged: Rikez
word count: 539
status: complete.

[Rikez]

The femme before him flinched as the sky lit up with a bolt of lightning. It hit so close that Rikez could feel the ground shiver with the impact. The pads of his paws pressed into the earth nervously as he looked up at the raging heavens. What a nasty storm this is, he thought. It had come so suddenly, and had yet to show any signs of letting up. When he looked back at Cherokee, he saw her cowering in fear. Her ears were flat against her skull, wide golden eyes searching the sky as if awaiting a second bolt to strike her down. Her back pressed into the rough bark of the tree trunk behind her as if she was hoping to disappear into it. That’s when Rikez realized… She’s terrified of the storm.

”Listen I know we just met and all but please tell me you know of a den or something that we can go to because this obviously is NOT safe.” Soaked to the bone and still feeling the cold chill of the rain mist on his back from the wind, Rikez had to agree with her. He did not fear for his life. No, he had survived much worse than this. But she did have a point. There was no reason to stay out in the gale if there was some sort of shelter nearby. The only problem was… he didn’t think there was anything here in the Shydar to find cover. ”There isn’t anything here but sparse trees and fields of flowers,” he pointed out.

”Listen Rikez you can stay here if you want but I need to get out of here… So you can either come with me or you can stay in the danger zone... You tell me.” Then, she fled.

Her creamy white fur darted out into the storm, and Rikez felt a little bit of fear slip into his heart as he watched her go. He knew she was afraid, but staying under the tree, waiting for danger to find her, was harder for the she-wolf to handle. He didn’t blame her. But going out into the Shydar with no cover in sight… that was foolish.

She didn’t go far. She had only taken a step or two into the rain, actually, before she gave up and sat in the grass. Rikez could see her hang her head from his spot beneath the tree, and with slow, careful movements, he stepped out into the storm to follow her. When he was at her side, he spoke. ”Come with me. I know where we could be safe from the storm.” He nodded at her and gestured with his dark muzzle. ”The Niall Caverns are not far… as long as you are brave enough to follow me there.”

Without waiting for her answer, the black brute turned away and loped in the direction of the caves.

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Count | 492
Tagged | Cherokee
Muse | Decent
Notes | No worries!