Magnificent History

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G E S C H E I T

It was morning, early morning. The sort of morning when the sky is grey, the lighting is grey. Anything with color was faded and muffled by the fog that crawled throughout the scenery like a hungry serpent. There was little to see here, but it did hold a hauntingly calm sensation. The ground, once pounded down by men's boots was thick with weeds and grasses. The soil was shaded by aspen trees that had began a jungle throughout the camp. Ruble and debris scattered the ground, providing shelter for a number of small animals and insects. Tree roots sprawled by like dead snakes, worming through the cement and shattering the cracks. The air was fresh, and cool, carried by a light breeze. It was such perfection, this recovering battle front of man and nature. Everything was so balanced, serene and beautiful. The brujo's nares flared to the scent of damp earth, dewey flora and a light, musky aroma of animal. Underling all of that fantastic, crisp odor was a metallic burn of rust, burnt wood and human disruptions.

There many wolves who would start at the scent, turn their tail in disgust at the land's past. Others, while brave enough to explore, would do so with disgust and horror and the things they saw. Not Gescheit.

When his dark, rusty amber optics settled upon the strewn building parts, the pillars and iron formations that rose, twisted and mutilated into the sky, he was filled with nothing but total fascination. No fright, no disgust, just wonder. The slate hued creature slunk through what remained of the humans' existence on the island. He had never been here before, so despite his lack of fear to the history, he was not so sure what else lurked.

Gescheit walked low to the ground, his lean stilts stretching out and curving in pointed angles below his slender body. The tall grass swept and tickled his creamy stomach, showing nothing but his dark back and single silver patch along his nape. Triangular audits were pressed forward eagerly, his body moving about as if stalking an unseen fawn.

The brute saw a jagged formation of cement and stone, that he figured had once been a corner of a building. He rose up on his long legs, emerging from the grass quite elegantly. Gescheit turned his head over his withers, then towards the structure. It was an ugly thing, lain on it's side with warped iron poles gouging the grey sky. Grasses sprouted from the cracks, and it was coated with ash and dirt. Gescheit leaned back, then leaped soundlessly onto it's top. The brute padded his way to the very peak, then looked over the landscape.

It was magnificent. Everything tied together so perfectly, as if each rock, tree and shade was meant to be placed just so. The calm, soft green of the grass, the hushing silver of the aspen leaves. The sky, still grey fromt eh suun's absence, but down, low on the horizon is a sliver of sunlight, preparing to burn for her long hours. And as if all this calm, quiet serentiy was nothing of interest... those massive skeletons of the past. Black and grey, geometric and hideous as they sprout from the earth like the markings of a horenous dictatorship. Demanding and controlling, the perfect counteract to the natural world that shall slowly eat it away.

The dark silver canine looked once more over these lands, heart swelling in his chest. The power in these lands, there was nothing like it. Nothing like the warped, rusted out buildings of human structure, of all their fantastic little wonderous creations. Of their complete and total destructive capabilities.

Gescheit leaned down and jumped onto the earth with a light 'thud'. By now the sun had risen into a low mound far away, staring to light the trees and skeletons on fire. Gescheit trotted now, more comfortably as he found there was very little scent of wolven in the area. He walked elegantly, with his tail dipped down in a single motion from his spine, his neck held high. Harks were forward, and his boney paws lifting and falling with the grace of the swiftest hunter.

OOC: I so wasn't done yet! XP Anyway, didn't add much.

[alya]

OoC: Heh. I ish sorry. I mistook the title, and the sentence you had originally ended it seemed like such a good place to stop. ;P

The sun barely began to warm the colors of the sky as it rose above a tarnished land. The fog was not quite ready to release its murky grip on the scenery, and everything was bathed in a lovely shade of gray. It was still early, dawn still trying to overcome dusk just as the land destroyed by human hand was trying to overcome death.

Alya herself had managed to overcome sleep rather early. She'd yet to seek out a shelter on her new lands, but believed she had a few more important things to take care of first. For a long while now she'd had a bit of a problem with a hind leg, and before she did anything she wanted to seek out a source of medicine. 'Never can be too careful...' As quick as she could she surveyed the borders she'd made for herself befor leaving the Occasus altogether in search of some rather peculiar items.

Dainty paws carried the small alphess northwards as swiftly as they could. To an observant eye a bit of a limp could be detected in her step, but the amount it truely slowed her was known to no one but herself. She stayed close to the river, following the water line. She'd worked that out to be the safest route to her destination, as to get to the human-tortured land involved treking through a territory that seemed to be marked by a brute. It was early morning though, and Alya was blessed with a safe passage.

Crumbling buildings began to block the landscape, and the femme halted her steps. Tentatively she scented the air, all senses on high alert. She was miniscule compared to most, and perfect planning was how she insisted on gaining the upper hand. The scent of the decaying structures was anything but pleasing to her nose, but she continued to scout out the area. She'd heard rumors the humans had left behind medicines, and she didn't need her plans to scavenge for something useful ruined by a surprise attack.

Minutes ticked by before Alya found the scent she was searching for. It was the musky stench of a brute. Following the scent with her nose, she began to search the male out with pale brown eyes, carefully picking her way through the rubble as she went. Before she could rummage though the remains she wanted to see the first immediate threat she could have possibly stumbled upon all morning. Her pace was slow and her ears twitched as each breeze brought new sounds. Her limp, however, was now not noticable as she stalked the lands.

Tilting her small skull upwards, she finally discovered what she was looking for. The brute had perched himself atop one of the dying buildings. Alya's eyes eagerly took in his form, estimating his size and power from her small spot down below. Her sandy coat, while decent camouflage in the desert, stood out against the greying lands, and she hid herself behind some debris while she calculated her odds of coming across a hostile threat. So far the brute seemed to be in a rather good mood, enjoying playing about in the human remains. Alya herself was a bit worried about the landscape, knowing full well the destructive capabilities of the furless creatures, but she was currently more concerned with the brute that might get in her way. Her eyes watched him leave his perch, yet for now she did not move. She would wait a while longer before she did anything rash.

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<sup>The brute's pelt was turned up in the breeze, his scruffy coat looking all the more ragged. His slinking had stopped, but he took more time to study as he stalked further and further into the larger remains. Mostly whole buildings now stood around him, just a few, but plenty of new surfaces to look over, nooks to explore and a number of items that need further explanation.

The slender animal stopped just outside a building, where one side of it had slumped off and created a large mound of cracked ruble, where grasses had begun to slowly infiltrate. There was a small scuttle, and the brute tipped his head to the site of a groundhog dashing under a section of concrete that had leaned against another to form a nice enterway to a hole. Gescheit trotted to it and dug his nose against the home of the little animal, but could do nothing to reach it for an easy meal.

Despite his empty stomach, Gescheit was still thrilled. Calm, but thrilled. His tail, while arched slightly did not sway with joy and excitment. This brute was quite the master of appearing calm, but his eyes, they did speak of his interest. He stepped onto the debris pile, slowly making his way towards the building, that lay crooked and gaping like an old kill that's began to sink in the sun.

The breeze slowed, then twisted about. As it did so, Gescheit opened his nares and pointed to them to wind. Before, he'd been upwind, his musky order drifting down to the fea. But now it betrayed her, much as the breeze does. His head dropped back level and he looked in her direction, eyes scanning back and forth quickly, trying to search out the source.

He had been so sure he was alone, this threw him off entierly. She must have just entered, he figured. It was impossible for her to have been here the whole time. With his ears pressing forward, flicking at the smallest of sounds, he saw nothing threatening. The occasional grey mass of building remnants, the shifting shade of the trees as the sun moved her way ever higher.

Gescheit made no motion to be aggresive, or even force her from her hiding post. He did not wish to fight, even if this fae did. All he wanted, was to know she was no threat and to go on his way in the forts, preferabbly alone. Other wolves tended to talk in company, and he wanted no distractions. So he would wait.

He found a less rugged section on the train of stone, and droppe dhis haunches, staring off in her general, direction, still looking for that flicker of motion, or some sort of sound that would pinpoint her. And Gescheit knew, he could outwait any animal he came across.</sup>

[alya]

Alya had done well to conceal herself behind a large slab of concrete. The former piece of building was nearly twice her size, providing a solid wall. Occassionally she would sneak a glance from her hiding place, chocolate optics seeking out the brute's movements. She never let her gaze linger long, however, not wanting to betray her hiding place while the wind was on her side.

'Now what is he up to?' Every time she stole a glance it seemed the brute was exploring some new site of destruction. He was traveling further and further towards the still standing structures, the area the femme thought she'd have the best luck with. A usually level headed creature, she managed to keep the growl of frustration rising in her throat from noticably surfacing. She'd just have to be patient if she wanted to explore in peace. She could wait.

The minutes ticked by, aging the broken lands and the tresspassers that dared to strole through them. The breeze wiggled its way through the crumbling buildings, bringing with it new scents and sounds. Alya still had yet to move from her spot, not quite settled on which course of action she'd proceed with. A shift in the wind shot all her careful planning to hell though, and this time she could not supress her quiet growl. The brute's scent was no longer drifting towards her nose; hers was drifting towards his.

'Just perfect...'

Slowly, she poked her nose around the edge of the rubble. She was being looked for now, judging by the way the male was simply sitting and staring. After a few more seconds of thought she tentatively stepped out and into the open. She stood to her full hight, keeping her features an impassive mask. There was no point in hiding when her presence was known, and since her presence was known she figured she might as well stop hiding. And if she was going to subject herself to being fully spotted, she was at least going to make it appear as if she weren't intimidated in the least. She had a purpose in coming, and she wasn't going to let a bit of timidness caused by a strange brute stop her.

Moving foreward, she carried herself as if she were royalty. In a way she was, having declared herself an alphess. Her head was held high, her pawsteps light. She left her tail dragging behind her, not really wanting to feel too self-important. Walking in such a way made her limp somewhat noticable, and she only wanted to show she was indifferent and not at all scared of the gray brute. She wasn't on her lands and saw no reason to go about stating her authority. She had just as much right to explore the former laboratory buildings as he did after all.

Alya wasn't looking for a fight. In truth, she wanted to be left to her own devices. It was now obvious that the brute wasn't leaving any time soon though, and she didn't plan of dissapearing until she'd found what she came looking for. She stopped about ten feet away from the male and just stood there, watching him. Her eyes better observed his matted coat and tall form. She had no plans to be the first to attempt conversation though. Her move was to show herself, and in her mind it was now his turn to do something. If he continued to do nothing but sit there, she would assume he wasn't much of a threat and begin her hunt for the human medicine. The less time wasted on conversation, the better. Alya had expected her trip to be a quick reconaissance mission, and already she had wasted more time than she'd planed.

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The sun's rays reached his back, turning the silver patch blinding white, and his dark grey back orange. His black ears looking faint and dull as they stood so suddenly still and dtermined upon his head. Gescheit sat, perfectly frozen in a bath of light, his face and belly remaining shadowed by the rest of his body. Nothing but his pelt moved on his body, aside from the occasional shift of eyes from one building to another, one broken structure to another.

Occasionally a shadow would rustle and he would look upon it, to see it was nothing but a squirrel darting by, or some bunny. When all was quiet, his eyes just rocked back and forth, along each dip in the grass. Whenever the breeze was kind enough to carry up a waft of scent to him, he would fill his lungs and try to decifer her from that, but it was too vague. He just knew she was /this/ way.

When she emerged, the action caught his eye. It darted over to her, then locked upon her. Instantly, his gaze turned from search lights to the clinical stare of a doctor studying a patient. Exact, and precise. No flaw or perfection, no matter how subtle would pass his stare.

As she approached, he remained sitting, muzzing tipping down slowly as she came ever closer. He noted her limp, watching his feet lift and fall, and he found her hind leg to be the problem. Then she stopped. For a long while, Gescheit did nothing. He sat perfectly still, just as before, the sun's burning morning light creating a perfect frame of his contour. Silence filled the world, so much so even the birds had stopped to bask in the unheard sound.

Gescheit watched her still, mind ticking away a number of facts about her for later use. Just soaking up everything he could. The sielnce lasted even longer before he was willing to admit it was his turn to speak.

"I can look at your leg if you'd like." His vocals left his throat deep, and strange. A number of accents created a unique blend. Most prominent was a sort of English, and of course German, and South African. American, Itallian and a number of other near unaudiable tounge settled the tones out to a mellow, strong sound. "I assume if you're here for medicine? I doubt much of it is still good... if that's what you came for. I assume only on the notion you don't look the lone explorer type, and I have no scented you until you came here several minutes ago."

[alya]

His stare was unnerving as it roamed her body, searching for the imperfections she always tried to hide. It was critical and acute, much like her own often was to others. It was rare she came into contact with someone else who took so much time to observe, and right now it was like she was sort of getting a taste of her own medecine. It made her slightly glade he was only watching her as opposed to glaring at her, for if his glare was to match the intensity of her own she was positive her cool exterior would begin to crack.

The minutes ticked away, though the passing time seemed to have no effect on Alya. She calmly stood, her face a mask of indifference. She refused to portray any signs of the discomfort that kept nagging at the back of her mind. No. The female refused to let any signs that showed the long lasting silence had a negative effect on her appear on her features.

In truth, every second spent standing there was another second wasted. Ever since she'd made her claim over the Occasus she had been having second thoughts. The scents she'd smelt had been very far off, and there was the chance that because they were so far away she had mistaken them as stale. There was also the fact that she had wanted this to be a quick, little mission. So far it had been anything but quick, and she silently contemplated just turning around and leaving. She could always come back another day when she was more confident in her position on this fairly unfamilar island. Maybe then she could have a profitable search that didn't involve being examined by strangers.

A twitch of her tall ears brought a frown to her face, but she quickly covered it up with an obviously forced smile. He'd noticed her leg, and for some odd reason that brute thought it would have made a nice conversation starter. Alya's limp wasn't exactly her least favorite subject, but it also wasn't something she enjoyed talking about with strangers. Had she not insisted on walking proudly, the limp would have been barely noticable and most likely not the start of their conversation. Alas, the stranger's keen gaze had caught her biggest imperfection, and the fae was in no mood to discuss it.

"This old thing?" she commented sweetly, turning slightly to glance at her leg. "It's just an old bullet wound, not much trouble." She kept a joking tune to her voice, despite the smile that was still obviously not genuine. If she had had less self-control, she would have snarled at the words of the brute, displeased at how true they were. His powers of observation were obviously impressive, and Alya didn't like it when others told her what she was doing.

Making up her mind, the femme's light brown eyes scanned over the brute one last time. "Maybe some other time, when you don't decide to narrate the events of those who appear before you." She didn't have that same joking tone this time, her words beginning to show her displeasure with the situation. She didn't bother to wait for any response from the brute, not wanting to waste any more time.

Without another word Alya turned to face the direction she'd come. She broke into a brisk trot, head held high and limp less pronounced than when she'd approached the stranger earlier. As soon as she was positive she was out of his eyesight, her legs picked up speed, barely brushing against the earth as she ran towards the lands she called home. She hadn't gotten the medecine she'd wanted, but she would come to search again some other time. It didn't look like all those gnarled, crumbling, remenants of buildings would be going anywhere any time soon.