Lone Paws (Miyax+Cirrus+Open)

[miyax]

It was dawn, the sun rising above the skyline now, the sunrise mirrored off the restless waves. Not a single bird called, the only noise that could be heard were the slapping of the waves against the cool tan sand and the relentless sound of trotting along the endless sands, paw prints falling about as soon as the tide greedily stole them away from the sand. Miyax was the source of these prints as he forewarded down the endless, cool sands.

He could have been accepted into a pack by now, but he hadn't the patience for other wolves at his age. He had a gift of audacity in a positive way, but at his age his power was hard to dominate and sometimes his tongue got the best of him though his wits were usually always on his side. As another pack was being formed; he had just visited the lands to find them scent-ridden, he knew he had to find a track in his life, to make something of himself.

He was swaying his head around, glancing behind his shoulders, at the rising sun, and occasionally at the path before him when his paws would fall deeper into the water than expected. He was hungry and exhausted from a failed deer hunt.

Miyax had had it perfect, a small, old deer was falling behind as its' small pack moved on. He was crouching calmly, rearing for an attack. Just as he took off running, the deer looked off at him, and of course he was no good at hunting, or running for that matter. It was quite a thing to be ashamed of, not even being able to kill an elderly deer, but most wolves couldn't catch a deer alone anyway. After the hunt had failed, Miyax continued around from the woods to the beach. He had been traveling since nighttime, looking around for his 'den'.

As Miyax cleared many yards, a small rock came into view and clambering toward it, Miyax sighed with relief. his home was none other than an erosion-smoothed rock, barely larger than himself with constant moisture from the seas' tide. Vaulting onto it, he almost slipped on its' slimy surface, but catching his paws, he managed to lay, gazing out at the sea groggily.

[cirrus]

A pale white pelt shimmered off the reflection of the dawn sun. The young female slept noiseless upon beige, grainy sand. Grumbles occasioally erupted from her boney muzzle, but her mind was dreamless. The morning sun stared at her limp-like body, only to get the waves reflect back from her snowy coat.

The water rippled calmy against it's smooth shore, drenching the sand with every wave, released it's gentle hold against the earth and fell back to the neverending blue. Foam the sea left behind lay a tail-length away from the female's stainless fur. The female was Cirrus.

Cirrus grunted viciously, but her mind kept blank. Her restless movement resulted in and instant awakening, which left her agitated and comfortless. Yet the wrinkles of water washing toward her seem to comfort her distressed mind. Drowsy and famished, Cirrus unstedily rose from her place in the sand. Her hollow stomach groaned for food, instincivly telling her to hunt, but her exhausted body pleaded for a decent rest. Cirrus fell to her paws, half-starved and sleepy, and closed her golden eyes. Exhaustion overcame her body, but this time her mind endured a dream.

Day was night, the moonlight beamed through the naked trees. The groung cracked with dead branches and broken twine. Cirrus scrambled through the forest, stumbling over decaying logs and hidden vine, her mind distant from the unreal world she was encountering. Growls were heard in the distance an her heart leaped with fright. Bear.

An earshattering yelp of a wolf in distress iced Cirrus's ears. The yelp grew louder, stronger, more horrifying. Power overcame her legs as she sprint through the dying woods.
When she finally encountered the scene, Cirrus heart skipped. a familier scent filled her nostrils, and the view of a familier white pelt flared her mind. The wolf was limp and motionless. The bear gazed upon Cirrus and it growled at her presence. Daring eyes glared into hers, as the brown shape hurled toward her. Then she awoke, heart racing, mind whirling. The wolf she had saw, was her decesed mother.

[miyax]

Miyax was left to gaze calmly at the sea, his sauciness seemingly faded into the sea with his paw prints. He dozed a little, his body growing cold in the fading darkness. He dozed dreamlessly, occasionaly opening his eyes to see the sun had raised a bit. As he fell to sleep again, he was stirred by a grunt.

Gazing outward around his rock, he heard a murmur from behind him, only a few yards away but the creature was obviously canine. Her petite sillohette lay motionless in the sand, the only movement the soft rise and fall of her ivory pelt.

Hmm.

She was small alright, considerably smaller than any female he had ever seen, but was she healthy? Through the mist of darkness she stood out , but obviously in the dawn light he was unable to see her. Maybe if he got a little closer?

Stalking uneasily off his rock he treaded toward her quietly. As he gained ground on her, she stirred. At first he thought she had just flopped, but he stalled his movement shakily, wondering what she would think of a wolf sneaking up on her. Prolly run. he thought, as he continued toward her shifting body, he yipped a little, not actually saying anything, just a little babble.

Is she alive? Be a shame if I found 'er dead... He thought uneasily, yipping once more, seeing no responce, only this time adding words to his murmur. "You alive over here?" He grinned, not particulary happy, just trying to be friendly. Now that he was closer to her, he could see her emaciated form, and as he gazed at her wearily in the dawn light, he could almost count all her ribs and see her thin veins in her maw and legs.

[cirrus]

Cirrus tensed her sore muscles from the faint sound of an approaching stranger, possibly and intruder. She could help all the pesimist possibilities oof why he would be approaching her from coming to her distressed mind. Her breath was steady is if she were asleep, but she kept her body at a calm perspective, in case he would attack. Chills ran wildly through her spine.

Curiosity soon got the best of her will. Cirrus leaped up from the pocket of sand she called her 'den', and drew back her lip in a agitated snarl."Why do you obscurley distured my sleep?!?!" She spat, eyeing the stranger with her exhausted golden eyes.

He was a male, obviously. He seemed young, about her age. She didn't want to pick a fight with him, because it was obvious he would win with his strong muscles and slightly obese belly. Cirrus lifted her inraged gaze when she saw the puzzled look on his face, but not enough to know she was surrendering. She kept her place in the sand and waited for him to move. Even the slightest creep of a paw would anger her apprehensive thoughts."Well?" Cirrus demanded. She couldn't help her impatient mind from creating a snappy demand. Cirrus was flickering her tail vigerously back and forth, ready to attack if she needed to.

[miyax]

As the male edged closer to her, he saw her thin build, and closer still her ribs and veins, but for a tiny creature, she had spunk and might have been a little crazy, to suspect a fat lump as himself of anything. But he couldn't blame her, though he still felt some intrigue in how this female snapped at him, writhing in such a way. Could she have woken from a terrifing dream? Anyhting could have been possible but most likely she just wanted him to leave. As Miyax was about to open his mouth, she slurred:

"Why do you obscurley distured my sleep?!?!"

Miyax raised a brow at her dialect, but couldn't blame her. She was scared and angry and probably tired, and her tounge must have been going faster than her mind. It's happened before to anyone. But the worst thing was, Miyax took her as no threat, wether it be his consided attitude or youth, he took no mind of her. Though he was a tad weary on what she was trying to say, he knew she wasn't too happy with being snuck up on, even if nothing was the bother.

Miyax took a seat on the sand, half saying 'You don't scare me'; half saying 'I am no threat'. Though the dominace in the latter was more visible. He sat there for a while, just looking at her, and though his gaze betrayed no emotion, he was obviously not angry. He was hoping she would settle, but all she said was a feisty:

Well!?

Miyax flinched at her spitting word, but never stood or showed any dominance, while at the same time was not submissive either. They were both loners and there was nothing really to quarral about, no land, no prey, no rivalty. It was probably that the two could have easily crossed paths, if Cirrus hadn't have appeared so interesting in Miyax's. A few seconds later, Miyax looked at her with unbetraying eyes and said something innocent and neutral. "Hello."

'Hello', A calm and friendly word but could be used in any context and tone. It was a soft, nearly meaningless word that makes or breaks anything. He gave no answers to her snappy questions, only 'Hello'.