Decisions to be had(Nimue/Joining)

[Arkrael]

 

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[attr="class","pltxt"]For the longest of time now Arkrael had traveled. After having met a few wolves in her time exploring the lands further north of here the she-wolf had decided it would be a good time to go some where new. Somewhere she had never been. She would miss the lands she knew the most, but there was truly nothing tying her to them either. Gentle emerald eyes searched the plains she now traveled in. She had been in them before it seemed, but not in this particular area and for a moment she wondered just how far the plains reached.

She kept her movements quick. Hoping to keep herself warm against the chill of the cold wind that swept pass her. Before too long she knew she would need to find some kind of shelter, especially once the sun settled down beneath the horizon. Winter had to be one of her most disliked seasons, if only for the fact it tended to be hard to keep super warm when you were alone. In all honesty she should be used to that by now. A snort escaped the female as she slowed her pace as a scent suddenly caught her attention. Audit's twitched and swiveled about in an attempt to listen for anything. Her nostril's flared, drinking in the scent markers that were probably not even a paw step away from her now. She knew what it was before it even registered in her thoughts just what she was about to walk into. Slowly her ears splayed out to the side of her cranium, a frown marring across her features.

A part of her wished to turn tail and leave. To get away from the lands that belonged to a pack. The idea of running into wolves that could potentially be very unkind to a loner was not something Arkrael ever wished to find herself in. She felt herself take a few paw steps backwards, as if to give in to her insecurities and run off. Stealing herself Arkrael tensed up a bit. She was so tired of running away from the unknown, refusing to give others the chance to prove that her mother's words were wrong. She held her spot for the longest of time as her ears pinned back against her head. There was an uncertainty about what she should do. Not sure if she should just continue her travel into the pack land, or if she was suppose do something else.

Arkrael doubted that she would get away with just waltzing right into their territory. Part of her felt that would be particularly rude, if not spur them into assuming she was trespassing and up to no good. Her tail flicked to and fro as she continued to ponder her options. She still had time to turn and leave. Perhaps she could just walk around their territory and continue on. She had nearly settled on that option until a strong gust of cold wind came rushing up behind her. She shivered and huffed with her annoyance at the cold before squaring her shoulders. Maybe she should call for someone?

With that in mind Arkrael tipped her head back and released her voice. The song rose gently at first, dancing through the wind as it dipped and rose beautifully. Carrying a story untold until it was soon clipped short. Arkrael shifted in her stance, glancing around as she perked her ears up. Now, she supposed, that it was time to wait.

"Speech"
Tags: Nimue
OoC: Excuse the crappy post lol.
Words: 586

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[Nimue]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]It was a pleasant afternoon despite the chill that rode upon the breeze. Though the sky was a soft shade of grey, the clouds seeming bloated and sluggish, it had yet to snow – something that Nimue found she was thankful for. While she’d found that she quite enjoyed winter, she knew that with snow would come hardships; hunting would become more difficult, though fortunately Aveline was blessed with many different types of prey to sustain Ananke through the seasons. Nimue had risen early that morning, and for hours now she’d busied herself with refreshing the scent markers along the borders, interacting with her pack mates, and generally ensuring that life within Aveline was continuing to run smoothly. Ananke had swiftly become her pride and joy, her purpose, and while Morrigan had been worryingly scarce lately, Nimue found that she did not mind the added responsibility.

It was while she was picking her way across the plains that the call reached her, springing to life somewhere in the distance before abruptly falling silent. Without hesitation, Nimue altered her path, swinging around towards Ananke’s southwestern border. The sound of various strangers calling for her had become familiar ever since Ananke had settled; it was a sound that was always welcome, bringing an easy smile to Nimue’s maw as she trotted forward. She could faintly make out the shape of another hovering near the border, the femme’s features becoming clearer with each step that Nimue took towards her. Most notable of her features seemed to be her vivid emerald eyes, a shade that instantly reminded Nimue of her elder brother, Hyperion. A pang of longing coursed through her, for she’d found in the months since she’d left Kairos that she missed her brother terribly…but now was not the time for such thoughts.

Her smile did not falter as she came to a halt just before the stranger, Ananke’s border separating the two as Nimue’s maw parted, her voice even as she spoke. ”Hello. My name is Nimue, Chieftain of Ananke.” It seemed as if these words had been spoken millions of times by the femme, though Nimue knew it was not so. There was a moment of pause where she studied the smaller femme, noting that she looked healthy and smelled of no other packs. A loner, it seemed, perhaps looking for a home. ”What brings you to Aveline?” Light blue eyes lowered to rest once again on the she-wolf’s face as Nimue waited, ears perked forward atop her skull to catch whatever reasoning that the femme offered.

TAG: Arkrael
WORDS: 425
NOTES: Yours was totally fine! <3 Sorry this was a bit short, just wanted to get it up for you before I had to go to work.

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[Arkrael]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]For what seemed like the longest of time Arkrael sat there in an awkward position. A nervouseness had began to grip hold of her and it was all the she-wolf could do to keep herself where she was. It was never a normal thing for her to call upon another wolf. Or anyone for that matter. Having lived so long by herself with nothing but the fear her accursed mother had engrained into her mind. Strange and unknown wolves were dangers. Were mean and wanted nothing but another's demise.

The thoughts continued to plague her until her ears seemed to hide in the fur upon her cranium. Her heart beat wildly in her chest and her mouth grew dry. Just as she about gave in to her own demons movement drew her attention. Gentle emerald gems shifted quickly, turning towards the sound as she searched the area. In a matter of seconds the wolfess came into view and Arkrael felt her heart thud just a bit harder against her rib cage. With ears splayed to the side Arkrael offered a gentle smile, hoping beyond hope that this she-wolf would be as kind as the last wolf she had met.

Her ears perked back up when the she-wolf began to speak again, listing her name and title before inquirying what had brought Arkrael here. She cleared her throat for a moment, attempting to get her nerves to settle down. "My calling is Arkrael and uhm..." She paused for a moment as it seemed nervousness squeezed her throat and attempted to curb any more words from coming. Mentally shaking her head Arkrael shifted in her position for a moment. "I have no true reason for being here... I was simply roaming, exploring if you will, when I came upon this spot," She explained almost shakily, but was proud in herself when her voice only trembled just the slightest of ways. "I... I didn't want to intrude upon these lands. I became curious really, so I called for someone. I hope I have not disturbed anything," There was hesitance within her again and Arkrael gave a small sheepish smile as her ears splayed out to the side once more. This could have certainly gone way worse, but now she felt like she was babbling on and on and this she-wolf would probably get annoyed by it. At least that's how she felt about it in her mind.

"Speech"
Tags: Nimue
OoC: Sorry for the wait
Words: 411

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[Nimue]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]"My calling is Arkrael and uhm..."

A silence followed the femme’s words, and though Nimue did not break it, a small smile formed upon her maw. It was reassuring and encouraging, a tad bit sympathetic, for Nimue knew that things like this were not always easy. She’d learned after many conversations spent much like this one, where she waited calmly for the uncertain and the lost to gather their thoughts, that a willingness to listen and a measure of kindness went a long way. When Arkrael at last spoke again, Nimue’s ears pricked forward, nodding just slightly when the female paused before resuming again.

"I... I didn't want to intrude upon these lands. I became curious really, so I called for someone. I hope I have not disturbed anything."

”Not at all,” Nimue said, finally speaking up, a quiet laugh escaping from her muzzle as her next words followed. ”To be frank, Ananke is one of the newer packs that has been formed as of late, so when I hear someone calling…well, it’s always nice. It means that someone else has stumbled upon the home I’ve made, that may someday become their home as well.” Here she paused, eyes lifting to meet Arkrael’s emerald gaze as she considered the she-wolf who stood before her. ”I hope I didn’t sound presumptuous. I know that not everyone wishes for a pack; many wolves just want safe passage. But still, I like to ensure that they know it’s an option.”

Arkael, it seemed, was a loner; something about her gentle smile and respectfulness also made Nimue more comfortable. The Chieftain found herself relaxing just a fraction, her posture alert but by no means threatening. Despite her size, she had always been the gentlest of her siblings when she’d still been a pup upon Ina’mos. It was a trait that had not grown out of her. While she’d learned swiftly that not every situation could be responded to with pleasantries and kindness, Nimue had never seen the point in behaving standoffishly when she had not been given cause.

”I hope I’m not mistaken, but you don’t seem to smell of any neighboring packs,” she said, her head tilting just slightly as she watched Arkrael. ”Is pack life something that interests you? If not, I will allow you passage. But if so…Ananke is a pack that focuses upon unity. Solidarity. I believe that everyone has a place, and for those that still seek it…we have much to offer.”

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WORDS: 413
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