Birds of a Feather [Kesle]

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Once again, the male found himself trapped on an island and coming to terms over the situation was not the easiest thing in the world to do. His ears were plastered against his head as he walked, unable to force him quite out of the morose state of mind. Oh, it caused such anguish in his heart of hearts. To think that he could have, in theory, escaped from the creature that had caused him such trouble. But the bone yard—the land of the dead—on his old island had held him there. That and the theory that he would have drown as he traveled through the waters.

That was the problem, if his mind was not prone to such a conniption fit over the way the world rumbled. Granted, it had been a while since he had been welcomed to a thrill of a seizure. It plagued him endlessly, and he could barely consider the burn that crossed his mind. Would he fall and crack his fall with his head, would the death end up being a hopeless tyrant of consequence. Tail flicked behind him as he moved, and head twisted as sounds beckoned him.

Something lingered, he could taste it on the air. It scented to his nose like a bird, and it caused him to frown. It bothered him that no one was running away in horror of his actions. Just merely straddled the line of life and death, and his lip curled faintly at the notion. What hell had he stumbled on to when he could not flee from his own thoughts and feelings?

“Fairest maiden from the sea,” The murmured forced its way past his lips, yellow eyes concentrated on moving ahead. “Come and laugh and drown my sorrows.” The singsong voice was contented by the sound of his own voice. That was what pleased him, it was what urged him forward when he considered just flopping over.“Make me forget until t'morrow.”

As the laughter tickled him, somehow he managed to hold it back. It was not that easy though, and his head cocked backwards and he peered up. Something cracked above him, and the male wrinkled his nose. Birds. How he loathed them. Wouldn't someone send them away?

ooc:| @cogs

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Kesle trotted along grasslands that spread out at the edge of the beach, keeping out in the open, in the sun and under the impossibly blue sky, and especially far away from the reach of the waves, which only a few minutes ago she had found could be quite tricky. She had never heard of waves that could abruptly rush in farther than normal and sweep a wolf off her feet, but had been 'graced' with the experience and had ended up soaking wet and spitting out salt water. She regarded the now-placid sea shrewdly, even giving a defiant rebuke to the water, which being water of course hadn't been able to think of a response. Kesle felt better anyway. Nocturne had slipped off a little while ago, Kesle assumed to grab something to eat or the like. She couldn't blame the she-wolf; it sounded like she had been through quite the ordeal, though she had downplayed it a bit as a curious adventure. Kesle inwardly admired her stalworthiness and thought that if she was in the same situation, washed up in a strange place, she wouldn't hold up nearly as well. She dearly hoped she could find Nocturne again before she left the south- she in fact had briefly entertained the thought of asking the silver-eyed she-wolf to perhaps accompany her to the north, but decided that if she ever actually broached the subject it would mean she had gone quite crazy.

So in the meantime, Kesle wandered farther into the grasslands, once again alone with her thoughts. But it seemed another encounter was in store- she had turned to look back out to sea, where the lowering sun had revealed intricate shades of cerulean and turquoise that she hadn't seen before, when a blur of movement at the edge of her vision caught her eye. Her heart leaped a little bit, thinking it might be Nocturne, or at least dinner, but when she turned to look she was surprised to see another wolf, this one a brown-gray color, a little ways farther down from where she was. Well, she thought. This is just one of those days, isn't it. But her favorable encounter with Nocturne left her feeling brave, and so she found herself continuing towards the stranger rather than dashing off somewhere and hoping that whoever they were, they didn't notice her.

As she drew closer, Kesle noticed that the wolf was, while moving, walking just a bit skewed, with a slight... something, that sent a prickle of worry to Kesle's belly. Attempting conversation with a complete and total stranger was one thing, but a fellow wolf taken ill or hurt in some way was something else entirely. And if nothing was wrong, Kesle assured herself, at least she would only feel silly for asking and not guilty for potentially leaving someone out here who needs help. Not that I'm sure what help I could actually give. Kesle didn't know the first thing about healing, but she refused to consider that as she hesitantly approached the brown-gray wolf.

"Ah, uh... Hello? Are you all right?"


OOC: The adventure in the south continues...
Muse: On the mend. :>
Tags: @reece

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The wind favoured him, that was one of the last things in the world that he would have complimented. The scent of the female was brought to his nose, and he relaxed significantly although he dared not whip around. Yes, that would be the last thing in the world Reece desired to do. If he startled her, what would be the firm reasoning in his madness? What would he do in order to keep breathing? It bothered him that he was concerned about meeting others now, perhaps because it seemed everyone had a leg up. Everyone seemed higher up in the realm than he did with past experience what worked best.

His ears swayed on top of his head, and he found himself twisting carefully. Reece's paws brought him in a half circle, and he looked at her from side on. His yellow eyes studied him, and the smile was rapid across his features before it faded away. Why, when was the last time someone had pretended that they had any kind of concern for his well being? It touched him somewhere deep within, and he sighed. Well, that was something to be said. He was as much a freak as it went noticed by anyone, it was clear. He did walk like a fool, for someone so capable with such a history.

Mouth twisted wryly, and his body continued to turn. “My dearest midnight blossom,” His voice carried, incredibly soft as he bowed his head in acknowledgement to her presence. The wry gaze swept over himself, and they he nudged his mind away from the cold feeling that plagued him. When his gaze lifted, somehow he managed to offer her a wolfish grin. Oh, there was something strange about him; how could he look so calm when inside he was in a turmoil? “The pain that plagues me has been with me since I was whelped. Thank you for your concern though…”

As he parted his lips lightly, he considered how to better approach. The words plagued his mind and he shook his head briskly, before he started toward her. “I didn’t mean to concern you as I have…” Apologetic voice purred, his head dropped down an inch or two. It was an honest tone that he hated, he always knew there was something about the way he spoke. He could be so harsh about himself. “I sometimes forget, until I’m throw on the ground fighting for my life.”

ooc:| @cogs

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"Ah, oh, that's quite all right! I was just... eh..." Kesle trailed off. I was just being an idiot and worrying about things I have no buisness in, she continued silently, but the words never reached her jaws. Of course- she was being stupid and overreacted, and not only made a fool of herself but probably insulted the stranger. She had to purposefully straighten her posture so she didn't curl her shoulders forward and slump. She wanted to sink into the gritty soil, or turn tail and run. But she had already insulted the male once, the last thing she wanted was to do it a second time by abruptly running off in the middle of a conversation. She might be a largely oblivious fool with bad communication skills, but she was not rude when she could help it.


"You don't need to apologize," she finally said in what she hoped was a firm voice, though it came out rather weakly and she inwardly cringed. She was a bit confused about how the term 'midnight blossom' applied to her, since she really hadn't considered herself any kind of blossom before, but the male's smooth voice and curious sayings were something she took a liking to immediately while at the same time feeling that here was someone she shouldn't feel so friendly towards. But she did anyways.

"So..." she wasn't sure where she was going with this. The words that had come easily before now stuck in her throat and turned foolish-sounding before she could say them. It didn't help that this stranger's apparent calm and collectedness made her feel clumsy and slow-witted. After an inner debate on whether to offer her name or compliment the weather, her courage cowed and she simply shuffled her front paws in the rough dirt and said nothing at all, trying furiously to ignore the embarrassed burning sensation in her ears.


OOC: In which Kesle is bad at speaking.
Muse: Failing a bit. >:T I don't know why.
Tags: @reece

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“Don't look so concerned, dear one.” Reece managed not to look amused, although it was actually quite difficult. He was forever worrying about what others thought about him. While it had resulted in endless murder when he had been younger, somehow he had reigned in the impulses. Now he managed, at least partially, to put on the mask of good will. He was not an aggressive sort, he just liked death. There was nothing wrong with that, was there?

His yellow eyes watched her as if she surprised him. The poor little thing was going to sit there squirming like a pup who had been reprimanded, and he tried not to laugh at her. That would have been the wrong thing to do, so his head dropped in a bow as he pulled himself in. It was something difficult for his mind to manage, and his tail swished from one side to the other.

“My name is Reece, Blossom,” His words introduced, coaxing her in his soft tones as he stepped closer. Eyes skirted over her, taking her in and he opened his mouth. Intent to speak again, he changed his mind briefly and his head turned and cocked to the side, amusement shined in his features fleetingly. “I understand shyness, so not to worry.” His goofy grin appeared this time around, trying to soften the blow of his blunt words. The reminder that he was not always so well behaved, but he tried. “You're some pretty to be out here by yourself - where is your pack, dear one?”

His ears rolled back, knowing that he struggled with trying not to sound intimidating. Where is your pack, don't you know it's dangerous out here? Wasn't that the mantra of those who often wished to cause harm? He licked his lips, but rolled himself to sit in front of her, offering his grin still. “Don't look so concerned, I promise I'm not harmful to the soul, unless you spend too much time with me.”


ooc:| @cogs... hehe, poor girl.