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Post by Rancient on Nov 6, 2012 18:38:07 GMT -5
R a n c i e n t A melody of crunching leaves bounced against the walls of the mountains, singing to a fair-sized mutt traveling through the valley. The awful and flat tune, as she would describe it, drove the female crazy. ”Leaves are so pretty, yet so worthless,” she thought as the noise echoed in both ears. Determined, though, she continued down the worn path, only pausing to calculate the direction she had come from, and that of which she should go. During a short moment of break, Rancient lifted her head to the sky. Seeing the enormous and great blue slowly fade to a darker indigo, she sighed. If she ran, she may reach her gazing spot before the mighty sun disappeared. Before taking off, she looked once more at the ground below her feet: ”It’s probably a good thing that I’m not running to a hiding spot; I’d never stand a chance in this mess.” She allowed herself to force a laugh under her breath, and with that, she took flight. Okay, so not really.. but with her, running came naturally. When she ran, she felt free of any and every burden that ever touched her heart. It was just her, the earth, and whatever presence it was that remained with her. She is and would always be a victim of runner’s high, and that isn’t a bad thing. Nothing can stop or touch her as she touched and lifted herself from the ground. She might as well have been floating on a white, fluffy cloud. |
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Post by Ruadh on Nov 10, 2012 18:01:41 GMT -5
Yet another creature was making its way through the territory. He moved through the greenery at a moderate pace, just meandering without a true purpose in mind. He was a merely a loner up to this point in his life, and didn't feel obligated to anyone at all. His focus now was just to survive day by day, taking it one step at a time. The male had a deep crimson colored coat, and no other real added colors. From the height of his shoulder to his paw pads, he was alight with a burning flame. From these very identifiers, there was no denying his species, a purebred Vutia wolf, and he was rather hard to miss even under the current circumstances. Ruadh, which was his name, left small little burn marks on the ground wherever he happened to walk. It was the nature of the beast per se. Perhaps another subconscious current goal of the male's was not to completely burn the place down. A thriving forest is no place for an untamed flame. However, curiosity brought the wolf here, and he wasn't going to let something stop him now. Ruadh had gotten this far, and he wasn't turning back anytime soon.
As the wolf padded through the treed lands, his purely alabaster colored eyes searched the area. This place was new and interesting to him, for this was the first time ever venturing near here. He was learning the layout of all sorts of lands, and committed them to memory as fast as possible. Ruadh wanted to know where the best hunting grounds were and which ones to steer clear of. He had yet to come into contact with any semblance of a pack, so there were no current worries there. The red male wouldn’t really worry if he did either. He was a placid wolf of sorts, tending to keep his mouth shut and just do as he was asked. He couldn’t quite understand the psyche of wolves that were boisterous and just let words fly absently out of their mouths. A short sigh came from the male’s mouth, and the flame on his left shoulder dissipated for a moment before reigniting again. Sometimes the male wondered just how his species managed to get a live flame to touch fur and skin and not completely torch them alive. He supposed that it was just one of the wonders of life.
Ruadh was minding his own business when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, another wolf appeared at a high velocity. He was in her direct line of impact, should he continue to stand there and do nothing about it. “Whoa,” Ruadh exclaimed briefly, and he quickly dodged the she-wolf. “Where’s the fire?” he asked quietly, and he added a short chuckle because he knew that the only fire probably within miles rested on his very shoulders, legs, and paws. There weren’t any other signs of danger within a twenty mile radius from what he could tell.
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