Coming Dawn (Sorin)

[Sazio]

The dawn had broken unceremoniously across the wide open plains dotted with occasional trees. Their multi-branched lower halves exposed to the elements as the leaves spread wide overhead reminiscent of an umbrella. The morning found the typical twitter of birds, in the distance one who with exceptional hearing night detect the occasional stamp of a hoof as larger game moved from patch of grass to another looking for the choicest bites. Very few in this area would look up, for that matter it did not seem all that typical for the wolves of Anikira to pay to much attention beyond eye level of their packs tallest member.

This played to the ivory and ebony wolf's advantage. Relaxing lazily among the branches of a tree, his view was unhindered in every direction. Impossible to be snuck up upon. Even in the morning. sunlight the depths of those emerald athletes that drifted silently over the landscape held a chill that would have rivaled the tundra itself.

Sazio had left his pack quite a while ago, even now their scent was long gone from his coat. It wasn't in him to remain in one place for very long. The need to get out, gather information, understand how this island operated and what threats could possibly come his way had overcome the tranquility that seemed to pass for his life here. How he missed the days when danger and intrigue made up nearly every aspect of his existence. And when a mission wasn't at paw, then training was the highest priority. Even now he trained daily, unwilling to allow his skills to grow lax and unuseful.

Quietly he contemplated the prey that occupied this land, it had been three days since his last meal which real soon he would have to break off from his objective and eat. Here there were loners aplenty, but no pack controlled this area, which made it much easier on him, since he didn't have to be to picky nor sneaky in order to conceal his claim form a pack angered by a stolen kill.

Again that gaze would drift across the plains seeking a potential meal.



Word Count: 359
Tags: Sorin
Muse: Hmm
Notes:

[Sorin]

Though new to the ranks of Ananke, Sorin often found himself overwhelmed by the sheer number of wolves he found in his company. The male was always on the quieter side, yet he could not fall back into his old patterns if these wolves continued to swarm him with their questions. There did not seem to be many within the pack who cared to spend time merely listening or observing. They were all extroverted and friendly. Their bubbly attitudes often consumed the male, driving him to patrol on his own in search of some solitude. It was that very reason that he now found himself meandering the plains of the loner lands. While his birth pack had previously roamed these grassy fields, he made no association to them upon return. For now he was free, at least in a lax sense of the word.

Sorin had a hard time blending into his environment, as his fiery pelt often stood out even in the midst of the prairie grasses. He simply did not fit in, which was a twisted metaphor for his entire existence. He had sworn his allegiance to Chieftan Nimue and would do her bidding, but finding a place within the pack was proving far more difficult than he had initially believed. Hopefully the Chieftan would not be upset with him for venturing outside the pack's borders. He was sure upon inspection she would know he went beyond their scent markers, but he had a difficult time bringing himself to care, for he needed some distance. He would return shortly, but Aveline was feeling rather constrictive to him right now. Skye was kind enough, though a bit more talkative than he would have liked. He knew there were many others he would need to learn by name. But this place was always a bit of a sanctuary to him, and he could not help but think that, given some time away from the pack lands, he would return with a renewed vigor and dedication to Ananke.

What the male had failed to plan for was other loners, for as he strolled up to his favorite alcove, he found another male lurking nearby. This place had always been his favorite retreat, and his pack had wandered near on many occasions. The large rocks and lone tree provided a place to lurk out of sight as well as shade and a lovely napping place. But Sorin should have known that someone else would eventually find his favorite place and claim it for their own. As the red and white male paused briefly, he lurked in the distance, simply waiting to see if the other male would acknowledge him or if he would be on his way.

Word Count: 456 words

Tags: Sazio

Notes: N/A

[Sazio]

Frozen shards of spring drifted in a slow sweep across the landscape visible in his vantage point. A bit of movement caught his attention, after all a pelt of soften fire did very little to conceal its bearer, even in the red and gold hued dawn. It was not unusual that curiosity would spark in the secret confines of his chest, though as usual nothing in that visage or the glittering coldness of those emotionless eyes gave way to what lay within him.

To all who looked on, the ivory and ebony wolf reclining in the branches of the line tree like some feline was completely relaxed. Unconcerned as the other drew closer, even as the breeze brought a whiff of the red males scent to Sazio's black tipped muzzle he still made absolutely no move, as if he were carved from stone. Some would have argued that wood may have been a better analogy, simply because the brute was up in a tree, but wood held warmth, whereas to Sazio, warmth was as foreign as a wolf with wings learning how to fly as a bird.

The scent was familiar only because this area bore it, faint and aged though it may be, it was unmistakable. And so the Shinobi would wait for the other to approach to state his claim on this alcove. Still other wolves scents clung to this one, which told Sazio that he belonged to a pack. But the simple fact was, he was not with them at this time so either he was scouting or.... It wasn't until the other paused in the distance that the corners of blackened ribbons twisted upward in a faint wolfish grin. Opening those jaws, Sazio allowed the low almost whispers tones of velveteen to slip free, reaching towards the others ears.


"A shared need for solitude.. You are welcome to your alcove, if you wish, Flamed One." With an unnatural grace born from perfect precision the brute pushed to his paws dropping from the branch in complete silence. Though no move was made after this point as icy greens sought out the pale gems of the other patiently waiting for his answer. Composed and eerily calm that small smile that still played across his lips never touched his steady unwavering gaze. All that aside there was not even a hint of malice coming from the wolf, though head and tail were held at an angle that said he bowed to no one, he still appeared relaxed, unconcerned.




Word Count: 429
Tags: Sorin
Muse: Awesome-Sauce!!!
Notes:

[Sorin]

The male, although intruding on Sorin's self-designated personal space, did not act out in the way of a typical lone male. Rather than acting out in aggression as many would, the male simply acknowledged his presence and offered his alcove up to him. Sorin could mere nod his head in silent recognition of the male. It seemed he, like the other brute, sought a place away from others, yet their mutual need of solitude had brought them together, if only for a short time. Sorin did not know the male's name, nor did he want to. This was a stranger in the wind, and at the end of the day he would head back to Ananke, and this male would go back to wherever he called home, whether it be another pack or wandering the grasslands leisurely. The silence did not tug at the male, nor did it strike his as particularly odd. He had lived most of his life in a state of mental solitude, and though he had no choice but to interact with his brothers, his new choice of pack did not have the same level of requirement. He was able to wander with ease, so long as the pack remained safe. Sorin would be summoned at a heart beat for his Chieftan, but the others had not yet garnered his respect. That must be earned, and only Chieftan Nimue had the privilege of immediate loyalty from the male.

Then, there was Skye. As his thoughts slid back to the black femme, he found that he had been merely lurking in silence, never taking the strange brute up on his offer proceed to his safe place. He was not yet certain that it was a good idea for the pair to be in such close quarters. This stranger was a survivor as well, as evidenced by the aged scars he bore. Though his words had been innocuous, Sorin found it difficult to trust any stranger. "I do find your presence to be out of my ordinary," he mused bluntly. He was uncomfortable, but not because of his presence there. It was the sense of unknowing, and though he was used to the constant shift of loner life, he was not used to others lurking in his safe spots. For many months, this had been his place to sleep. It had served as the loner's den of sorts, and now it was sullied by discovery. He likely could never come back here again, and instead he would be forced into the communal dens with Ananke. "In many years, I have not seen another wolf here." It was difficult to think how long he had really been on his own, but he had hovered around the dying remains of his birth pack for quite some time. The others had fallen, some in days, others in weeks, and still others in months. There could likely be a few living stragglers out there, but Sorin had steadfastly monitored the demise of each of his brothers that turned against his father. There was no mercy in the universe for a traitor. This was a place that reminded him of his dedication to seeing through the deaths of his traitorous brothers. They were not deserving of life, and the universe had seen fit to remove them from the world. This place reminded him of the zen feeling of the greater good triumphing. Now, could he even remain here for solitude?

Word Count: 581 words
Tags: Sazio
Notes: I don't know if Sazio is really chatty, but Sorin is kind of the quiet type!

[Sazio]

Patience was an acquired skill some, though Sazio held it in abundance. That gaze never blinking, and ever steady as he waited for the others reply. In the silence the ebony brushed ivory male allowed his rump to lower to the thick tree branch once more. He chose to take the opportunity to study the other, it was more habit then actual curiosity, to gauge the muscle beneath that red and cream pelt, the intelligence in pale eyes. For a moment the others eyes held a distant look, though it wasn't more then a few heartbeats before his attention refocused. The creatures words brought a low humorless rumble from the brutes chest before he spoke simply in reply. "Mmm indeed, Flamed One, I am certain it is..." It was easy to deduced from the lack of any other wolves scent that this had been a safe heaven for the strange creature below him who stood a safe distance from the Shinobi perched leisurely in the alcove only tree.

Twin scarred soldiers perched atop that sleek cranium perked forward as the other spoke once more. "Unsurprising, considering most would pass by failing to see the benefits of such a vintage point." Struck by a sudden curiosity one he kept firmly to himself. The scent of death, a sweet pungent allure that Sazio was all to familiar with clung to the other brutes figure like a second skin. A scent that had nothing to do with hunting prey for food. It was a scent he had long associated with a trained killer. A small fact that seemed at odds with the cautious, yet gentle eyed creature.

With a subtle snort to clear his muzzle could not prevent the bit of amusement this one caused. Unique, truth be told he reminded the Shinobi of the up and coming trainees back in Iga Village. "I am a recent castaway. Merely sought solitude from....overly....friendly wolves." A part of his mind drifted to the pack who had sheltered him while he recovered, who had given him a place when he had lost everything that had meant anything at all to him. Had prevented him from committing seppuku by proving he had brought no dishonor to himself nor his clans name.

Though his attention remained on the other his gaze drifted away. He had no issue with moving on from this location, after all it had belonged to the other far longer and the land was plentiful, with many equally choice spots, one only needed to know how to look. Still he made no move to leap down from that tree, instead waiting for the red colored wolf's decision.



Word Count: 454
Tags: Sorin
Muse: <3 Sazio muse bwahaha
Notes:

[Sorin]

The male's nickname for Sorin, "Flamed One," came across a little stranger to him than he might have first thought. This place, his sanctuary, had been invaded by a wolf that he knew not, and the male had yet to introduce himself. Sorin had no intentions of offering a name to the male, and it seemed that the stranger had similar sentiments toward him. "I do not know if I should call you "Sooty One" to accompany my flames, or if I should simply refer to you as the distant stranger," the male stated calmly, his grey eyes never leaving the male as he strolled closer to his heartland. There was little he could think to call the brute, whose coat was similar to his, with a greyish black top instead of his own vibrant red coat. Sorin had always secretly despised the fur; it set him apart from the others. He was far more visible than he might have liked, and his entrance garnered attention simply because of his appearance. If he could not keep to himself, he was often surrounded by others just because he did not have the ability to blend in.

But this male had that perk, and Sorin could not help but envy him for it. As he mentioned himself to be alone, Sorin simply nodded in response, his grey eyes leisurely scanning the horizon while keeping a silent watch in his periphery on the brute. He might not have been in the mood to pick a fight, but that did not mean he would open himself up to an attack by the stranger. He did not make himself appear aggressive, but wolves were often fooled by a good enough deceiver. He was smarter than to think this male would simply step aside and allow him passage. This was a prime place to rest, and though the greyish brute spoke of allowing him access to his alcove, Sorin's suspicions were piqued. Had someone sent him hear in search of the male? He had thought the others were all dead, but he could have been wrong. Perhaps some of the brothers escaped and set up elsewhere. It had been many months since his last sighting of the brothers. Maybe they had survived after all, and he had a target on his head for deceiving his eldest brother.

"Who are you? Are you here for a particular reason?" the male's firm words escaped.

Word Count: 409 words
Tags: Sazio
Notes: N/A

[Sazio]

A short bark of laughter was expelled, a sound that while most would just assume there was humor in that sound, those who paid attention would find the sound slightly empty. Long had it been since the brute felt true emotion, some from his old life would have argued that he was born without any. He wouldn't have disagreed with them. "Sooty one will do..." A twinge of amusement might have been felt deep within that chest as Those frozen shards of emerald glass rested almost lazily upon the fire pelted creature, that did not mean he wasn't aware of what was around him, immediate vicinity as well as what expanded out further then one could see. It was subtle but obvious to the ivory and shadowed beast as the lone cloud dancing across that fluffless sky, that the younger wolf was uneasy with his presence.

What fascinated Sazio was the fact that, by all appearances it wasn't that he was a wolf invading his territory. Logically the other would have challenged him for rights, on top of the fact that despite his willingness to move on the other had yet to take him up on it. Little details that added up to a different reason. Being a creature whose life was half spent in collecting intelligence these oddities only sparked his suspicions. To his mind that suspicion was made even stronger when the younger brute finally gave in first asking who he was and what was his purpose. That large skull tipped faintly as he studied the other before finally replying, after all there was no purpose to keeping it hidden. "Sazio would be what others call me. As for a purpose...to learn." That muzzle twisted into an impression of a smile. "The true question is, what am I here to learn?"



Word Count: 309
Tags: Sorin