Days Blurring {Stag}

[Alina]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Alina ha been travelling the expanse of this desert for far too long. Her feet at a constant pace if only to keep her mind from assuming the worst. It had been far too long, longer than she ever could have thought possible. Her plan to leave Airila and follow Thor here had seemed so simple in her mind, and so she had never hesitated to leave. The trek down south had been a hard one, but it was paltry in comparison to the time she was spending here alone. She had made a friend in Castalia, the shy female convincing her that she should make the journey to Ina'mos on her own. It had seemed like a good idea to her at the time, but Thor had warned her about the treachery of the swim. He had almost demanded that she wait so that he could present her to his alpha. Rumor had it that the Kairos pack had undergone a radical change in leadership the old alpha leaving without a trace as to where he was going. Thor had of course explained that she would have better chances of becoming a member of the pack if he presented her as his mate. Having him officially give her the title had warmed her heart considerably, but now that she was stranded here in the desert alone none of it mattered. She wondered if in the chaos of shifting power Thor had forgotten her here, focusing on helping to stabilize his pack. Alina thought perhaps he had decided against taking her to his pac, thinking her too weak to survive in his pack. She couldn't blame him for thinking her weak for she was so much smaller than she was, her tiny frame easily tucking underneath his. A part of her wanted to make the swim on her own just to prove him wrong, to spite him for leaving her here.



A part of her understood that he had a duty to his pack and that his pack came first. It had been so many weeks now that they seemed to have blurred together. She had only ever spent time with Thor on two occasions so perhaps she had been foolish in the idea of following him down here to his homeland. She was determined to remain here however, running back to her pack simply wasn't an option. Airila was no longer her home so now she would have to make due here. If she did make it to Kairos to discover that her fears were true then at least she would have a friend in Castalia. She wouldn't be utterly alone if she was no longer to be a part of Thor's life. Her heart ached at the notion of him rejecting her, shunning her as if he no longer cared. Shaking her head she ran forward trying to get away from the treacherous thoughts. Her mind had been running circles around her and she was exhausted. Her memories now returned to her she realized that she had never worried as much as she did now. Being here all alone frightened her and she feared that if she remained it wouldn't be long before she perished. Her movements had brought her right into the path of another wolf somewhat similar to her. He had a reddish pelt and the same blue eyes as she did. His size was smaller like hers but he had more height and weight than she did.



Her distraction had almost caused her to run head first into him and she skidded to a halt. "Oh I am so sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you." Her tone was sweet and sincere, gentle and overall happy. It had been a few days since Castalia had left her to go back home. The days had passed so slowly she couldn't even remember how many had passed. Getting to meet a new face was something that thrilled her. "My name is Alina. Who are you?" Her tail wagged behind her almost kicking up the sand. She had always been a very friendly sort of wolf, not having it in her to be suspicious of anyone. Not knowing who he was didn't bother her very much, just the thought of making a new friend was enough for her to lose her caution.  

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Muscle bulged and stretched with each step his tendons pulling from the strain. Shortly after arriving at Anikira Stag had come across a smaller island and generally found himself attempting to cross the treacherous seas to reach it. Luckily it was an immense gap and he managed it fairly well, however it had left him exhausted and hungry. Now as he made his way across a desert like plain he allowed himself to feel the full weight of his journey. Weary limbs could only carry one so far and each step made him ache even more for familiarity where he would feel remotely. Luckily he had come across this desert like plain which resembled where he had come from therefore the feeling of safety was beginning to replace his confusion. So far he had not spared his past a single thought and even though he often felt a tug at his heart, or where he assumed a heart would be placed in a normal beings chest, he did his best to supress those emotions. Stag had come to understand that weakness was death, fear was death. Therefore by ignoring his emotions and blocking out his fear he would survive. Everything from love to hate was weakness and would not be tolerated. He had little patientce to bother completely thinking this through and rather ignored any thoughts that bothered to become apparent. He had done well on his own and was not about to change that, even though wolves were pack animals he felt rather content in solitude. As he continued his weary trek across the sands he allowed his senses to extend to their limit. He listened for any sounds that may present an easy meal, enemy or resourses and allowed his sense of smell to tell him if danger was near. He had come across traces of wolves in his trek however made sure to steer clear of them and avoid any potent scent. He had managed to scavange left over but had not made a successful kill so far and was beginning to miss he feeling of his teeth sinking into warm flesh. However he was searching for a place to belong and until he found that place not much could be done. He would just survive, taking what he needed and no more, hunting only when nessasry and conserving his strength. Alone with his thoughts he did not notice the lone wolf until she practically ran into him. He stared at her a bit dumb founded and at loss for words. Finally he opened his mouth and spoke in a quiet tone that held no hint of emotion. "I'm Stag." He did not find it odd to be telling a random stranger his name and at this point did not care. He was too tired and hungry to give much thought to what a nusance this wolf could become or what problems she could present. Alina

[Alina]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The stranger's voice sounded so emotionless, devoid of any kind of feeling. He didn't seem to be as enthusiastic about meeting her as she was about meeting him. Apparently he was one of the wolves that preferred his alone time. Alina couldn't imagine why though. She was a miserable soul when she was alone, thriving in the company of others. Without the ability to be social she turned into a wreck. She enjoyed most people's company, making easy friends with most of the people she came across. He didn't seem to care that she had bumped into him, his face didn't even pinch in annoyance. She would have recognized if he was upset with her for many before him had become so. Alina possessed an almost childlike innocence that could be very grating to some. Those who found her naiveté appealing usually became her friend very quickly. Those who didn't were cruel on occasion but none had crushed her spirit so far. He was a strange looking fellow, his stature the smallest beside her own that she had ever seen during her time here on Anikira. She had seen some giants and some mostly normal sized wolves, but he had been the smallest that she had seen with exception to her. It appeared that she was not the only one roaming the desert in search of where they belonged. Kairos had seemed like her answer to solve all of their problems. If she made the journey she promised herself that she would be able to live a long life with Thor, just as long as she made it. Now however she was beginning to doubt this dream that she had spent so long piecing together in her head. It was not as if she hadn't been happy with her life in Airila, but she had known that it wasn't where her destiny laid. Fate was pulling her further and further away from the north and here she was on the brink of crossing the threshold and she couldn't find the conviction to continue on. Alina had promised to meet Castalia on the island of Ina'mos if she was able to make the swim. Apparently the ocean was the best defense keeping the weak away from the center of Kairos pack life. Alina did not possess the great strength or giant size that characterized members of Kairos, but Thor had promised her a place there.



Whether he still claimed her or not she wanted to find her place among a family. A place where she would belong, where she could start her new life. "I was thinking so hard I didn't even see you." She was trying to give him some explanation for her rudeness because he hadn't acknowledged her apology. Perhaps he didn't care about her reasons for her bumping into him. "It is nice to meet you Stag. You seem to be as lost as I am." Her comment was simply an observation. If he had been paying any attention he would have been able to avoid her, but he hadn't. That must have meant that he was distracted by thoughts of his own.   

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Stag thought he was condemned to wander alone unless he managed to cross the border of some welcoming pack. He never figured that he would end up bumping into another wolf equally as lost as him. Alina resembled a red wolf with a bit of a more stockier build of a timber wolf. Her pelt held the same colors as his and her eyes were almost the same shade of blue which irked him. He let out a gusty huff at her attempts of explanation and gave her an almost sympathetic look. She was obviously yearning for some company and though Stag did not extend himself to others lightly he figured what could it hurt? His normally emotionless face seemed to soften a bit as he looked at the wolf so similar to himself. But as quickly as it appeared it vanished and one could not be quite sure that he had even betrayed emotion. Normally he had no patience for small talk but being as weary and lonesome as he was he let this be an exception. "I suppose you could say that." He paused looking at her for a brief moment before continuing. "Why are you off her on your own? You obviously belong to a pack." He could detect the scent of various wolves, though it was stale, and she seemed like the type of wolf who need a pack to be happy. After a bit he lowered his haunches to the sand wincing as his stiff limbs reluctantly obeyed. Once he was settled comfortably and scanned the skyline checking for intruders, danger or anything out of place. It was an automatic response that had become a habit whenever he found himself in a new place. Normally he would not have been so comfortable in the presence of another but Alina seemed to through off a vibe that was calming yet full of energy. He allowed himself to relax figuring if it came to a fight he had a fair chance at winning even in his weakened state. Alina

[Alina]

It seemed as if the brute was thoroughly unimpressed with her, but that didn't stop Alina from trying to be friendly. He looked very much like her mother, or at least what she remembered of her mother. It had been so long since she had seen her family, but he made her smile at the thought of her loved ones. She would never see them again, all she had were her memories to comfort her. His question made Alina wonder where she really belonged in the grand scheme of things. Airila was no longer her home, yet neither was Kairos. She supposed that the only pack she could claim would be Thor. He was all she had right now. "I used to be a pack wolf. Right now I suppose that I am a loner." Her reasons for remaining in the desert so long were so that she could make the swim with Thor. A part of her was scared that she wouldn't be able to make the swim on her own. She knew that if she made it with her male he wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. She had grown to depend on him so much in these short weeks that her mind was always moving towards him. So big and strong, ever her protector. "I am waiting for someone. What are you doing wandering about the sands alone?" Her voice was piqued with curiosity. Even though he was a total stranger to her she still wanted to learn more about him. It had been so long since she had gotten the chance talk with another wolf. She wouldn't miss the opportunity to make a friend. Her and Thor had started out as total strangers and look how well it had turned out for her. This wolf could end up being a very good friend to her. "This can be a very lonely place."

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[Titus]

Stag mentally winced as she asked him the same question. He had no idea why he was here or even where here was. All he knew was that he had to survive, for was purpose, well that was another mystery. He chuckled softly and studied her for a brief second. Even though she did not fully resemble a red wolf he could not help but think of his family. He attempted to push the memories away, back to the padlocked chest he had them in, but they crashed over him like a wave. Young Stag was much like the fully matured Stag. Sharp tongued, rude, bitingly honest, only more innocent. He remembered his birth den, his siblings, the adventures, when he left. All of it, all the memories he tried to suppress. As his vision refocused he composed himself into the steeled mask he usual wore. He looked at Alina again and then replied. "I have not set a final destination so I am simply wandering. It give me something to do when I do not know what to do." He told her the truth, for some reason. Maybe he felt so compelled to speak to her because she was like him. Obviously lost, lonely and stuck in the endless sands of whichever desert this was. "I suppose it can get lonely." He replied stiffly not ready to admit he was enjoying this strange females company. He then felt his stomach growl and he shifted his position. "Is there much prey here?" he asked curious to know if he should stay or go. He had picked up various prey scents along his journey through the sands but had not followed any. He was in desperate need of food and hoped that he would have success in finding some. As he waited for her reply he glanced around at his surroundings once again. Sand covered every inch of space as far as he could see, which was to the skyline. Here and there small scraggly shrubs grew from the shifting grains, their limbs looking shriveled and twisted. SPEECH