Colors of the Land [Silver]

[Muse]

Her heart pounded in her eardrums, a vivid blue blossoming in her mind's eye with every pulse. It came without fail, the blue-burst as familiar to her as the feeling of ground beneath her feet. It was something she didn't think about anymore. It was as natural as the grass, the grey of clouds in the sky, the change of the seasons from fall to winter. She barely noticed the hues of her mind. Her attention was only on the gerenuk that was nibbling on the low vegetation of the plains. The creature was small, probably half the wait of the femme herself, and its flat head was void of the tiny horns that usually adorned the males of this species. She watched with her dual colored eyes—one a brilliant teal, the other a fiery orange—as it bent its elegant neck to tear the leaves from their stalks. It was alone and unawares of the danger. Muse was guaranteed to give it a swift death.

Her limbs tensed just slightly before she pushed off from her hiding place beneath a short tree—one of the few shaded areas of the plains. Ivory paws flashed beneath her, and her breath was hot in the chilly air. If she wasn't moving so quickly, she would have been able to see the small puffs of visible breath trailing behind her. With a bleat of fear that was starburst red in Muse's mind, the gerenuk made to run, its long limbs scrambling in the grass. But it wasn't prepared for the attack. Muse felt its long neck in her throat and closed her jaws like a vice. The creature's cries were cut off as its jugular was severed, and its body moved in one last jerk before it was still. Settling in the grass, she let the animal's slack body drop from her maw.

The broken body of the gerenuk stood out against the lush green background. Red ran into the grass, pooling underneath and giving the illusion that each blade was sprouting from a miniature sea of blood. Muse tilted her head, pausing at the abstract nature of what she was seeing. She always had a tendency to notice these things that others tended to ignore. But the next moment, she let the bloodlust overtake her and she dove into her kill with relish. It was the first kill she had made here, in Aveline, and it was long overdue. Her heart soared to know that she was able to catch food when she needed it. After loosing her parents, she hadn't been sure she would be able to take care of herself. She had proven more resilient than she had first thought.

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Count | 461
Tagged | Silver
Muse | Excellent
Notes | Here you go! Feel free to have Silver approach her. 

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Leaving Skye to her own devices, Silver advanced further into the territory, Duarte faithfully trailing behind. There was a deer-like scent in the air, she realised suddenly. Good. Prey. She was hungry.

"Here's where your fangs will come in handy, Duarte," Silver muttered, giving a silent flick of an ear to tell her familiar to follow. The wolf and the cobra moved in tandem, Silver tracking, Duarte ready to kill.

The meal was quite nearby she could tell, in the pack territory too since the scent of Ananke seemed to be mingled with it. It did not take long for the Hunter to find a strange version of antelope with an elongated neck nibbling on leaves. Silver paused. What was this creature? Were they safe? Venomous, somehow? Before the silver-pelted huntress could decide as to whether or not she should hunt the thing, prey was hunted before her very eyes for the second time that day. A pale she-wolf that thankfully reeked of Ananke—it would not be good news for them if they were an intruder stealing prey—with uniquely coloured eyes was taking down the unusual antelope. Silver watched silently from the shadows, thanking that Ananke was masking her scent; she would not be detected since her smell blended in with the territory.

Impressively, the stranger took down the creature alone with ease, providing a swift death for the unsuspecting prey and a swift meal for the predator. Jaws clenched around its jugular and the thing was dead in a heartbeat, blood pooling out of the wound.

"Well done. That was a good catch," Silver said, announcing her presence and stepping out from her hiding place. "Who are you? You smell of Ananke but I don't think that we have met previously."

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notes: Sorry about the shortness! <3
tagged: Muse
word count: 317
muse: Meh

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[Muse]

Muse's meal was interrupted just as her bites slowed and she began to really slow down and enjoy her catch. A voice called out to her, close by, briefing the light-colored femme to lift her eyes from her feast.

The newcomer was a little bigger than herself, but right away Muse got the impression that the approaching she-wolf was a little younger. Her pelt was a soft, light grey. Almost like smoke... or like silver light reflected off a full moon. Muse marveled over the unique color for a moment before she stood up straight, leaving her kill where it lay. Pausing at a respectable distance, the silver femme made herself known that she was an Ananke wolf as well. Her voice drifted across Muse's mind, so lightly in color that she did not even register what color it had been. It was soft, like a feather.

”My name is Muse," she replied, a twinge of nervousness touching her voice. Like always, she averted her eyes slightly when she spoke, afraid that the other femme would stare at the anomalies. Meeting strangers had never been her forte, and now—having joined a new group of wolves entirely—it seemed it be happening far too often than she was comfortable. Even so, she tried to gather up some courage and give this femme a chance. ”I have only recently joined the ranks of Ananke, which would explain why my face is new to you. I have only had the chance to meet two others."

Muse gave the other wolf a smile, and her heart swelled with confidence. Like her last two encounters, it seemed to be going well. No one had yet to think she were odd, although... they really hadn't gotten the chance to get to know her yet. Flicking one ivory ear, Muse cast her negative thoughts away to focus on the exchange going on in front of her. ”Are you hungry? I would be happy to share my kill with you."

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Count | 338
Tagged | Silver
Muse | Decent
Notes | Muse hasn't seen Duarte yet. :3

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The feasting she-wolf lifted her snowy head, the stranger's dual-toned oculi catching the sun's setting rays. She had two colours—blue and gold—in her eyes like Silver, although there was only one colour in each eye unlike Silver. They were the first thing that the Ananke Hunter noticed about this unique wolf. Then a name was offered. Muse. It was pretty and dreamy, much like the wolf herself if Silver had anything to say on it. Muse continued to talk of her arrival's circumstances and how she was relatively new to the pack, the founding member smiling when the heterochromatic female told Silver that she had joined. It was great to hear that the pack was growing in strength and numbers.

"Welcome to Ananke, Muse. I'm Silver—quite a shallow name compared to yours since my moniker was given on appearance rather than personality—and I'm a Hunter. I helped found this pack and it's great to hear that Ananke is growing in numbers." Silver was honest and open, expressing her opinions exactly how she thought of them in her head. She would not dress up her words in some ornate coat—the truth was the truth and the truth was helpful. There was no need to be cryptic about how the femme felt on the situation or not introduce her relations to the pack.

A hiss broke Silver's musings, something almost vice-like snaking around her paws. Looking down, a spitting cobra was discovered to be glaring defensively at Muse, although the new Ananke member was speaking and looking at Silver so she did not notice the snake.

Missing the female's words, Silver gnashed her canines at Duarte, lightly rupturing some scales above his head. The reptile looked up at his owner and saw her beckon him, twitching her ear with irritation at his defensiveness. Silver was not in any immediate danger and neither did she order him to attack. She would have to reprimand him sometime later—perhaps not allow him to wander that night.

"Muse, I do apologise. This is Duarte, a spitting cobra, and he has obviously forgotten his manners. He usually is passive, although I suspect that seeing you kill that deer thing might have put him on edge and suspect you to be somewhat hostile. And whilst we're on the subject, what is it that you caught? I have never seen one before."

Duarte was now safely tucked underneath Silver, her forepaws acting as a shield between the snake and new acquaintance.

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notes: Muse's eyes are teal and orange, but teal and orange are close enough XD
tagged: Muse
word count: 442
muse: Decent

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[Muse]

”Don't worry, Silver. There's nothing wrong with looking like your namesake," Muse offered the other femme after she had introduced herself. Often, Muse felt self conscious about her name. It was a name that spoke volumes about herself, and the colors in her mind. Really, the world around her was a type of muse. It was personal... alarmingly so sometimes. And, like her, her name was... different. It always seemed to come back to that, how Muse was not like other wolves. Trying not to feel self-concious, the ivory femme turned her attention back to her company, and the sudden appearance of the snake at her feet. .

Alarmed, Muse went immediately to the defensive, limbs bending in a crouch and pelt expanding to make her look bigger. The body of the snake moved like water over the ground, it's body moving in waves. Its hiss was a striking orange in her mind, so saturated that it was nearly red. It went off like a visual alarm in her head, warning her back. As the black body of the creature moved between the two wolves, just in front of Silver's paws, Muse could feel the fur of her neck bristling. She had come across harmless snakes before, but this was altogether different. This snake was dangerous, and Muse was not sure how to defend herself from such a quick, tiny monster.

Silver reacted as well, baring her fangs at the snake in front of her. Her teeth grazed the top of its head as she bit at him, but to Muse's surprise, the snake seemed to be unharmed. Dual-colored eyes wide in wonder, the ivory femme watched as the snake seemed to look up at his attacker before slithering between her legs.

A spitting cobra? Muse listened intently as her new acquaintance introduced her companion. It was strange indeed, keeping such a creature with her. Muse had never heard of a wolf keeping another species so close, but she resigned to not judge the silver-pelted femme. After all, she would not want anyone to judge herself.

”This is a gerenuk," she said, to answer Silver's question. She tried to seem unfazed by the diversion that just occurred, and as she spoke, her fur began to settle once more, lying flat on her shoulders. ”They can't be found much farther north than this, but I have caught one once before. The females make for an easy catch if you're quiet enough."

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Count | 420
Tagged | Silver
Muse | Decent
Notes | Weeeeee

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Muse replied to Silver's irritated comment on her name as everyone else did; there was nothing bad about that, blah, blah. What they did not know was that the problem was not necessarily the name itself—it was merely the stupid, incompetent she-wolf who had named her and Emerald's thinking towards names. How petty it was to name a wolf after someone dead as well, to have them live forever under a gone wolf's shadow. They were no longer for this world, so why try to extend their stay? Silver was not mushily sentimental like her pathetic mother. Those who left had left. Even... Well, leaving Mint was complicated, but at least Silver did not react as emotionally as she betted that her mother would have in her paws.

Then the femme went on to introduce her catch as a... A gerenuk. As Muse continued to explain this strange species, she seemed dauntingly unfazed by Duarte. Silver was impressed by this new member. Not only was she a decent hunter, but she was also not a coward. The Hunter silently congratulated Nimue on her talented newest catch. Ananke was doing well.

"That's interesting. Well, thank you for telling me about gerenuks; us Hunters help each other. You're... You're a Hunter, right? Taking down this gerenuk without assistance was quite impressive, I must say, especially with your size."

Silver knew that she was larger than most wolves, but she had grown up around Jasper and had thought that she was normal until she met the rest of her pack. She had simply assumed that Emerald and Mint were tiny runts, but it seemed that Jasper was just extremely large and Silver on the large side too, although almost dwarfed by her elder brother. But still, Muse seemed a little small, even for an average wolf.

"Mind sharing?" the larger wolf enquired, gesturing with her silver-grey tail towards the dead gerenuk.

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tagged: Muse
word count: 341
muse: Okay

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[Muse]

Muse was rather surprised that Silver thought she was a hunter of Ananke. Although she was skilled at hunting, it was more of a necessity than something she considered a skill. She whole life, she had lived as a trio with her parents. They had to be good hunters in order to survive as such a small, wandering unit. After a moment of thought, she answered the silver femme. ”No, I'm actually a gatherer. I haven't yet met enough members of the pack to really know what that entails... but I plan to soon enough." She nodded her ivory head and gave the other femme a gentle smile. In all honesty, she had only taken the position because it had to do with healing... and poisons. She had yet to meet the Maester of Ananke, the one who the gathers are doing their work for, but the thought interested her. Maybe he knew about these berries that had killed her mother and father... Maybe if she learned more about what caused her deaths, so wouldn't blame herself.

Maybe if it wasn't your fault you wouldn't blame yourself. The cruel thought came to her involuntarily, and she blinked it away before she could dwell on it any further.

"I thank you for the compliment." Her smile was back. "I grew up in a small pack, so it was necessary for us to be able to hunt either alone or with only one or two others. It is something I've always found hunting to be a skill in constant need of refining. Even the quietest and most cunning wolf could always find room for improvement." When Silver asked to join her in her meal, Muse did not hesitate. "Go right ahead," she said, stepping aside and gesturing with her muzzle. "There is plenty for the two of us."

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Count | 312
Tagged | Silver
Muse | Decent
Notes | Beep boop

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Catching Silver off guard, Muse announced that she was, in fact, a Gatherer. Admittedly, the unexpected rank did seem to somewhat suit the pretty little thing, but taking down a healthy gerenuk alone had made Silver assume that Ananke's newest member's talents would be used for a hunting rank. Well then, Muse had to be a very good gatherer if she was not a Hunter—how you could be good or bad at gathering, Silver knew not, but she knew not of a lot of things in the art of healing.

After stating her rank, the other pale-furred wolf spoke another sentence about meeting the pack. What did she mean, know what it entailed? Gatherers gathered herbs, right? Unless if that name was for a different role in Ananke than to every other pack.

"It entails... Gathering herbs?" Silver was no expert in herbology, but she knew the general gist of it and that did not include anything complex after the initial learning-what-all-of-the-herbs-do thing.

Muse then offered Silver some of her history, and Silver drank it up. "Hm. I grew up in a large pack, but we weren't very connected. I've only ever hunted with Duarte here; I had my family, but I don't think that anyone there wanted to hunt together aside from my sentimental mother who was disliked by all of my siblings—at least, I can assume so from how my kin acted." The word was weird on her tongue. Kin. She associated it with her 'sentimental mother', but right there it had slipped out of her silver-grey maw as if it was spoken in day-to-day life.

At Muse's responding invitation to eat, the young huntress stepped curiously forwards, cautiously sniffing the strange, deer-like creature, before taking a moderately sized bite. It tasted just like the other antelopes that Silver had tried before, except that it was somewhat stringier in texture.

"So..." Silver began, attempting to strike up a conversation. "How come you joined Ananke, then?"

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notes: Yayyy for delayed replies And I have no idea how gerenuks taste so that is completely made up, haha
tagged: Muse
word count: 372
muse: Okay

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[Muse]

Muse laughed, but it was a nervous laughter. Silver had seemed confused by why she didn't know anything about her position in the pack, and Muse stuttered, trying to redeem herself. ”Yes, I understand about gathering herbs. M-my mother often told me which plants were good to make a pulp to rub on soar paws or which would sooth a soar throat, but I don’t know much,” she said. ”Maybe I could learn about healing.” Her ivory ears perked atop her head at her own words.

Then, the silver-pelted femme told Muse about her large pack, her family, and the mother she and her siblings had disliked. This puzzled Muse, but she listened with an open heart. She had never heard of a wolf who disliked his or her mother before. Disliking your mother meant you disliked the one who brought you into this world, who decided to raise you as their own. Unsure of how to comment on that, Muse decided to ask instead, ”Are your kin here, in Ananke with you?”

Silver came forward to share in her meal, and Muse let her, having eaten her fill. She heard the tearing of meat as the silver femme dug in, taking a bite out of the animal’s hide. ”I didn’t know I was going to join Ananke when I came here,” she said by way of answering her question. ”I had nowhere else to go, and I was struck my Nimue’s kindness when I came across the border of these lands.” She gestured around them with her muzzle. ”It’s beautiful here.”

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Count | 304
Tagged | Silver
Muse | Decent
Notes | No worries about the late reply!

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]At Silver's poorly-informed question, the small, hetrochromatic she-wolf began to stutter nervously about her mother teaching her about different herbs and such. Emerald had told her disinterested litter about herbs, but Silver had never paid any attention. It was less of a disinterest or even hatred towards her mother but rather just simply not being bothered to learn these things when healers were abundant—why learn someone else's job?

The next question directed at the large silver huntress made Silver's tail flick in slight irritancy, but it did not show on her emotionless face. "No, my kin are absent, heavens no. My family, as far as I am concerned, is in a very prejudiced, unintelligent pack called Valyn. It resides in Kal'dyne and promotes female supremacy, disregarding a male's talent no matter his promise. Ananke seems to actually have brain cells, thankfully, and does not judge wolves for things that make no effect on one's worth. But... But, Mint... She probably left. She's my little sister—little in terms of size, at least. I was actually the lastborn of my litter." It seemed that it was impossible to speak of Silver's natal pack without adding a callous insult on the end. Not like it mattered, anyway. They were far off on Tas'alea, unable to hear Silver's disgusted comments on the feminists.

There was a feeling as if Silver had won something when Muse called Aveline beautiful. Indeed it was beautiful, and Silver was very much proud to have rights to the glorious lands, but it was not just that which had made Silver feel victorious.

"You know... The jungle of Kal'dyne is beautiful. You're beautiful. But this... It's so green. I think that it's great. The most beautiful lands of Anikira. Nobody who has seen it could disagree. It's one of the main reasons that I joined Valyn."

Her mother had said that, told Silver of how pretty she thought that Waryck Jungle was. Ah, but, mother... Seems like your petty Kal'dyne has a contender. There was a smug sort of feeling as if Emerald had just been proven wrong, despite her not hearing just like Valyn would never hear.

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notes: I am terrible omg sorry for the wait <3
tagged: Muse
word count: 398
muse: Good

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