Trespassing [Roka]

[lan]

A thin mist veiled the damp foliage beneath the wolf's limbs. Sprouting from the blanket of fog, were foreboding trees. Their trunks were thick, producing what had once been a thriving forest, but it no longer appeared that way. Now, they were charred, brittle twigs. You would be honoring them by describing it as a forest. The crisp undergrowth had been scattered with their forgotten remains; dried leaves, scorched branches and the various other debris resulting from the human's touch. What man had left behind was a hollow, black hole, forever trapped in an eternal graveyard. As foot met with the forest floor below, the creature continued onward, maintaining a brisk pace as it weaved through the threads of trees. The sounds of the dampened shreds of foliage followed his every step. It seems Nature was not welcoming the creature upon its lands. Although, the apparent hints weren't about to halt this wolf's pursuit.

Thoughts flooded his mind as his form descended further into the fog. The male's (Roka's) eyes seemed so strained... So pained. The combinations of such intense emotions startled him, yet, increased his interest ten-fold. His goal was now clear; Lan was to discover this stranger's story, understand it both inside and out. Lan couldn't preserve what obstacles would oppose him during his 'journey of discovery'. Of course, this was a given. However, he overlooked the premonistic sense that developed within his conscience. Lan couldn't exactly place the cause of this warning, since his conscience was deactivated long ago. Could it be the uncanny feel of the darkened forest, or could the strength of the male's eyes be larger than he gave credit for?

As it casted its luminous glow upon the shadowed lands, the large sun failed in its attempts to brighten the expired forest as the mist thickened, acting as a barrier hovering above The Graveyard. Lan's chest heaved as his limbs strained to continue their running motion. The canine's tongue lolled from his mouth as his breath dispersed into the mists, but the surroundings hadn't changed whatsoever from the wasteland's. The only difference Lan could locate was the fact that the toxins were replaced by a thickening fog. Although, his path was blocked by a rather large lake and before collapsing to its depths, Lan halted his tread. He peered into its core, but found his own eyes staring back at him. He blinked, perplexed by the water flawlessly reflecting his image. The eerie presence caused him to yearn for another's company.

Suddenly, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Where was the stranger? Lan rose from the crouched position and directed his gaze to the direction in which he came, but only fog lingered. A whiff of scents entered his nostrils. It was strange... The stench of other wolves infiltarated his senses, none familiar, but all similar. The only explanation was that he had wandered into pack territory in his attempts to escape the deadly gases. A smile streaked his features.

Now, what was that one thing you had to do when trespassing on pack lands? Lan couldn't recall. Or his will was against remembering. Perhaps the stranger will know once he arrives...

[roka]

{ooc}Beautiful post Lan! =]{/ooc}

All was dark, silent.

There was no hint to the time of day from the sun, as that light-giving celestial orb was completely obscured by an unnaturally thick fog. Interrupting the fog at random intervals sprung barren foliage. Trees whose size spoke of ancient value, of previous glory perhaps, but whose present state blatantly cried out against humans’ destruction. Limbs barren even in the height of spring, not a blossoming frond to be seen, not a leaf, but regardless what could possibly survive without sunlight’s nourishing glow? The tangled branches, devoid of color, appear sinister, especially in the gloom. Forlorn sticks lay strewn about the terra-firm, violently separated from their lifesource and soon to decompose to nothing, sticks carefully avoided for stealth’s sake by large yet quiet paws. Crooks grasping at the ground, picking a tedious path of silence, grey pelt thrown into mottled shades of shadow under the dim, frame attempting to be inconspicuous – just another shadow to add in this land of night, dial held cautious yet calm.

But despite the seemingly normal appearances of this uninvited arrival, there is something decidedly dangerous about his appearance. Eyes flick to and fro, taking in information about the surroundings, scanning, memorizing, but these are not normal eyes. Glowing through the gloom shines an orb of genuine gold – not light brown like many pretenders’ – but absolute rarity, pure gold. But the second orb, belonging to the same face yet seeming somehow separate – like a different personality, as if it should belong to a different host – glows an orb of sinister crimson. And again, as with its golden counterpart, it is no trick, no fear of the lighting, it is not simply bloodshot, no it is stained, dipped in a beautiful, hideous, scarlet. The two orbs, shining together yet separately – conflicting not just on the outward appearance, but as if in some secret inner turmoil as well. Those glowing eyes alone are more sinister than the blackened, dying trees or the thick fog that choked all warmth from the land. What hidden peril has been brought upon these lands…

And what brought this curse stranger upon these foreign lands? He’d had no intention of finding himself in such a place, but he didn’t seem to mind it- it seemed to fit him, in a sick sort of way. He’d been a loner, wandering, an outcast – but it was better that way. AS he found himself currently surrounded by increasingly thick scents of other wolves – a pack, no doubt – he finds himself growing increasingly edgy. He’d fled the imminent danger of that poisonous lake only to find himself in the midst of a territory. Perfect, flung from one hell directly into another. Cautious of pending attack, though no sentries seemed to have noticed his particularly stealthy passing, Roka carries himself further into the territory – searching for some respite from his personal hell, searching for the end of these wolves’ lands so he could be alone once more, safe. Not safe for him, safe for them…

A singe thorn falls back as a sound is caught, someone was behind him. Roka couldn’t tell if the other was pursuing him, but the steps were brisk – assured, almost. Ducking into the obscurity of the darkness, Roka waits for the other to either pass or come directly to hi, he’d see the other before it saw him, he’d be able to determine it’s motives, hopefully, before it could see himself. He’d be able to come to a conclusion of ‘friend or foe’ before revealing himself and having the pursuer lie like a rug about his motives. Roka’s intense eyes widen in sudden understanding as the follower passes in a blur- easily recognizable even in the gloom. Lan.

After Lan had passed his sight, Roka immediately follows him – perhaps on the hope of Lan having knowledge of these lands, knowing the nearest border, or perhaps because Lan was the only thing familiar, the only soul in this world that even knew of Roka’s existence. Everyone else he’d ever known was dead…

There’s a slight clearing in the trees ahead, following the path Lan had made, and Roka sees that there is also a sizeable lake. Lan’s form stands clearly outlined against the bleak surroundings, dial turned toward Roka’s direction as if sensing his coming when Roka knew there was no way his passing could have been heard, seen, or even guessed. It must’ve been luck that Lan was looking back the way he’d come. Roka, easily hidden in the fog, thickest among the trees and thinner toward the lake, strains to see Lan better. Eyes alight upon a smile, and Roka wonders if somehow Lan did know of Roka’s arrival – but it didn’t matter because Roka was planning on walking right up to him anyway.

And with that in mind, long stilts carry a sturdily muscled form toward Lan, head cocked ironically as if to say “we meet again”. Posture is not exactly friendly but neither does it hold caution or aggression, it’s neutral. But eyes are aflame – the red one seeming to glare while the gold one greets. Irony…

What would happen with these two unlikely acquaintances, if you could call them that, will they band together or go their separate ways? And what about the pack whose territory they’d so carelessly and unceremoniously trespassed on? Only time will tell..

{ooc}Status: unfinished finished
Word Count:953
Mood: neutral, in control, calmed{/ooc}

[lan]

Silence.

He was alert; watching, listening, but nothing came. Time seemed to be at a stand still. The forest was frozen in this unnerving Graveyard, with Lan being the lone exception. He continued to breath, move... Live, while not even the shift of the wind disturbed the stillness of the trees. The muted lake spread next to his sitting form, where the mist loomed above the body of water. The clash of one substance, divided into two forms, forced to stare each other in the eye, with envy. Mist: what is lacks in strength, it gains in liberty. And water: power in numbers, but forever trapped in a self-imposed prison.

Funny. This was just was he had been attempting to avoid. The irony of it caused a smile to crease his lips.

It may not have been long for the male to make his appearance, but it was long awaited by Lan. His grin grew as the male's form separated from the fog's mass, brightening the tone given by the earthen depths of his eyes. However, as the stranger approached, his thoughts changed, though his expression did not. He was perplexed by the complexity of the other's eyes - one giving a scowl at his presence, while the other welcomed, but which one should he believe? Which one was real? Should he be cowering in apology or greeting his new found companion? If there ever was a time Lan was damned by his curiosity, it would be this moment. The building urge to blurt his thoughts proved itself a nuisance as it became increasingly difficult to ignore. Patience. That's what he has always lacked and always desired.

The turmoil of thoughts seemed to hush after Lan read the other's expression. 'We meet again'. So there is another method in comprehending the male's intentions. Lan now appeared to grasp the situation; avert contact with the other's eyes for an extended period of time and his mind will not be able to jumble with thoughts of confusion. Instead, decipher mood through facial expression, posture, actions and words. His grin grew even larger, revealing the glint of fangs beneath the cover of his snout. He was impressed with himself and his new understanding for the male, even if it was such a small one - almost microscopic in another's eyes, but Lan was proud of it. His urge was to announce it to every living being. And he would, too, if the stranger wasn't right next to him. And if they weren't within pack borders.

Trespassing. Lan wouldn't have imagined it. A pack was just what he was attempting to escape, yet, here he was. Perhaps long-term company was what he was deprived of. Or maybe it wasn't. Perhaps it will only cause larger anxiety for them; Lan himself and the stranger. Both were equally possible, however, Lan hadn't planned on deciding what the two should do about the situation. If the other noticed the scents lingering, Lan would also act as if he had just come to the realization, but at the moment, the lake blocked his path and it wouldn't do them any good if they progressed in the direction the had just came.

These thoughts called his attention to the male's name. Lan wasn't aware of it. He was still only a stranger to Lan and traveling with another who was foreign to him may be amusing, but its appeal doesn't last. And maybe it was possible for Lan to indeed reach the point of receiving the stranger's name, instead of being interrupted by fits of coughs and urges to blunt another question. The second seemed more likely. "And your name is...?" He allowed his voice to trail off, hoping his expectations for the other answering were apparent.

x] Thanks. But you took what I had and made in better!!!! YOU ARE GOD!!! XD


*Shifts eyes* ... No, I'm joking. *Cough, cough*

[silver]

As ever, Exodus calmly walked upon the Drarynough Lake with a blank expression. The fog around him shrouded him in a cape like blanket that billowed behind him. As ever, Exodus made his impressionable entrance in his normal mysterious way. While he enjoyed the Lleingas Woods best, Drarynough was a nice place as well. The lake was, like him, mysterious with it’s odd color and unknown depth. However, Exodus was not fool enough to try and see just how deep the lake was. Who would be fool enough to try such a thing? Coming upon two wolves having a small conversation which consisted of the exchange of names, Exodus growled low in his chest. “Welcome, trespassers upon the Salen Pack’s land. My name is Exodus and I am the Alpha of this land. Might I ask why you are upon my land without my permission?” He asked in what was an attempt at a nice voice though his narrowed eyes that were dull and yet sharp at the same time gave away his true feelings upon their existence here.

With a curl of his lip, he spoke once more. “Put your conversation on hold for now. You are on my land and as long as you are you will do as I say. The three of you,” Rayne included, “will follow me back to the Lleingas Woods. There I will speak to everyone. Either you follow me or get the hell out of my lands!” He said, shouting the last line as his razor black hackles rose in anger. Oh, what horrible timing these three had. Giving a snort, Exodus turned once more and growled. “Do not make the mistake of ignoring my command. I have ways to deal you.” He said the poison of the thread so evident within his voice. It amused him greatly how these seemingly pure of heart females walked upon his land and asked to be in his pack. If they had any sense, they’d walk away before they were harmed. This really was no place for such wolves.

Throwing back his head, Exodus called to all of his pack and anyone else who would be on his land.

”Salen members and those who are not, listen. You all will meet me at the Great Boulder in the Lleingas Woods. There shall be no questions about it. If you are unable to make it, howl to let me know and something shall be worked out. I am in no mood to deal with lazy wolves or those who do not respect others. Not only do I need to know who is here and what not, but I have important information that pertains to us all and might just possibly be of use to know. You do not want to miss this ‘meeting’ so I highly suggest that you do not.”

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Leaving it at that, Exodus heaved a heavy sigh. He could feel a headache coming on already. I haven’t even begun to start to save the world. He thought with a snort and began his walk back to his perch in the woods. What is it about these wolves that make them so difficult to deal with. He finished with a shake of his head.[/blockquote]