Post by Azoto on Jul 15, 2011 20:17:49 GMT -5
Who:
Marrok (m. Wolf)
Niyt (f. Wolf)
The day is mostly still, though the occasional gentle breeze makes the grass sway. The warmth has left most creatures resting in what shade they can find - but not everyone. Niyt lopes through the grasslands, keeping her senses alert. She's graceful, in motion - almost graceful enough to disguise how tired she is. At least, until her paw lands wrong on a small hummock of dirt, and she goes tumbling down with a surprised yelp.
The occasional breeze is boring. What would he give for a great windstorm, something to make him feel alive, to make him feel as if the Great Lord Wendigo of the North was actually listening to him... But Marrok has no signs. Yet, despite, he still plots. Tonight, a full moon. Tonight, time for another sacrifice to Wendigo, something to help him keep his power, his strength, his greatness. Slowly, head down, ears at ease, the large wolf Marrok paces his way through the lowlands in search of something. Something worthy. Some worth form of life. As he does this, he is surprised to catch sight of a wolf loping along... and he stops, at first lifting his head in ponderance.. then ducking down low in a crouch as he sees her fall. Something is wrong with this wolf; if she did not see where she was running.
As Niyt pushes herself upright again, her exhaustion becomes clear. She's been pushing herself, for some time now, and her slender body has begun to show the signs of it. Her head is carried low as she takes a slow step forward - and then another, walking now instead of running. Her paws feel out each position before she commits to it, but despite her caution, her gaze does not seem to track the ground before her - or anything else, for that matter. She gives no sign of noticing Marrok, her attention focused on continuing her travels.
Ears cup forward as the one-eyed wolf watches.. and slowly comes to grin darkly. She must have problems with her eyes... and she must also be suffering from fatigue, how slender she is. He chuckles darkly... Anyone else, he knows, would see her as the perfect prospect for what he is searching for. However, Marrok knows.. The Great Wendigo would find such easy prey shameful. However he CAN have a little fun with her.. And as a cruel smile crosses his face, he slowly starts to creep through the grass on his belly, picking up speed as he attempts to move swiftly, yet quietly.. moving to come around behind her.
Her eyes may be lacking, but Niyt has other senses. She's too tired to make her best use of most of them, but when a little gust of wind brushes along her side, she stops suddenly and lifts her head. That wind was the wrong direction for her to have caught Marrok's scent - and yet her posture grows alert, as though she's detected something. Her nose twitches, and her ears flick, seeking for other signs beyond the rumor of the wind's whisper, and seeking, too, with that spirit-sense that lets her feel presences like distant glows of warmth. Alert, now - but still fatigued and blind - Niyt stands her ground, too tired to run until she has more cause.
Shoulders shift as the great wolf crouches and skulks. Almost like a dog herding sheep. Marrok notices her go alert.. And that's when he gives pause. Blind, and the wind is in the wrong direction, yet she seems to know. Maybe he was wrong, and this she-wolf is, indeed, fit for the offering to the great Wendigo of the wind. He cocks his head slightly, considering Niyt... Then starts closwer to her, licking his snaggly fangs. He pauses again a few feet from her... then abruptly pops up from the grass, and lean in with what could easily be seen as a playful nip to tug at her tail.
The signs are faint, for Niyt. Her own fatigue and the calmness of the day make it difficult for her to figure out what's there. But... yes, there's definitely something. And it's - behind her! The realization comes a half-moment too late, and Marrok's jaws close on fluff as she tries to spin around, the hairs tugging out into his muzzle. She faces the large wolf, her head and tail lifted in an approximation of confidence that, in her tiredness, she probably can't carry through with. This close, her blindness is clear; her eyes fogged, cloud-covered, and not focusing on anything. Her ears swivel forward, her muzzle opening slightly to taste the scent of the other wolf this close. "Hello," she says after a moment of silence.
There's a sly grin coming to his face-- yes, blind. But something told her he was there without the wind giving him away. Interesting. He chuckles to himself, then says, smoothly, "Why hello there.. pray, what /is/ a lovely lady such as yourself doing out here at this time of day.. when you should so obviously be resting. I mean, it doesn't take two eyes to see that you're tired... You should.. lay down." he chuckles, reachign a forepaw out to touch lightly at her chest; but it becomes a slight push, trying to knock her into a sit if she'd allow-- or even if she wouldn't, considering her currently fatigued state. Such an interesting thing, those eyes. He's curious about them now.
Niyt can see nothing of those expressions, but she can hear the words, and the tone of that voice. Something about that over-solicitousness makes her even more on edge, but she keeps her own face still. There's just the faintest increase of tension in her body. "Searching out a trail," she answers. True enough, though it doesn't explain much without the context. At the push, she stumbles back a few steps, but doesn't actually fall to a sitting position. "Some things are more important than rest." And then, a faint tilt of her head, a quirk of one brow. The expression asks the question of why Marrok is here, in a gesture that an always-sightless wolf could never have learned.
"Loooking for something? Or lost?" Asks Marrok amusedly, considering this blind wolf before him. She's very obviously pressing herself too hard at whatever she's doing. He stands, and then starts to circle her in a lazy trot. "I would say lost, probably. But, oh, no fear, I could help you find what you're looking for, dear lady, after all, it is the chivalrous thing to do, hmm? And as I am the King of Wolves, it would be, of course, befall me to be chivalrous indeed." He chuckles faintly, and in his circling takes another attempt to nip at her, this time a shoulder or hip. Like a preda-- oh, wait, he IS a predator.
"I know where I am," replies Niyt, her ears flicking to follow the progress of Marrok around her. "The south wind brings rock, and the east the sun-baked grass. She shakes her head. "I'm not what's lost." She tries to dodge the nip, but her sway aside comes late, only when she feels the brush of air from the lunge. If she were fresher, her reflexes better... but they're not. She manages not to fall, at least. "The King of Wolves." She considers on that a moment, then lets out a sharp laugh. "Where are your knights?"
"I am actually in the process of finding more.. You see, there has been a very disconcerting lack of trustworthy wolves of late... Especially after the spring, when a young wolf's thoughts turn to.. other things." Smirks the one-eyed brute as he comes around on Niyt's left side now, where he pauses, and considers. She's not what's lost, then what, pray? Hm. She said something important. He chuckles: "Has little bo peep lost a lamb?" he asks, amusedly, "I could help you look for your dinner. After all, you're so tired, you probably haven't eaten, either."
A lack of trustworthy wolves. Niyt might laugh, if she weren't too tired and on edge. This King of Wolves has hardly convinced her he's a trustworthy sort himself. "A young wolf's thoughts turn to many things." And then, the hint of a smile. "Dinner among them." Her agreement comes far too easily for that to have been the real object of her search.
Indeed, far too easily. He considers this weak-in-body wolf before him in thought, and then, chuckles. He leans in close to her ears. "You have lost /someone/ then, hmm? That COULD be a great pity, you know.. These days, you never know what could happen to those who go missing. Why, I've heard tell of younglings up and vanishing, never to be seen again. I do hope it's not a young one you're looking for.. After all.. so many things can happen.. injuries.. predation.. abduction.." He considers thoughtfully. if there's a young pup running around.. THAT, he decides, might be worth it. The Wendigo likes those who are young, for their lives have not become tired yet, as much as it likes the old, for the wisdom and misery they have gone through. "It's a shame, really, but, I'm sure I could help you find them. I have, after all, at least one good eye, and that's.. far more than you have."
Niyt's self control is good, but not perfect enough to avoid that bit of a flinch as Marrok finds the truth. She's lost someone, that much is certain. So many things - including rogue wolves. Something Niyt is quite aware of. "So many things," she murmurs softly, her head lowering for a moment, and then rising. One eye. Well, now she knows a bit about this wolf to describe him to others. She hesitates a moment, then says, "I would be glad for help." She's not sure whether this wolf intends to help - but she certainly would be glad for such. She's learned caution from the harsh lessons that took her sight, but at the same time, she knows help can sometimes come in surprising ways.
Watching the she-wolf's head lower, Marrok can all but hear the alarms of triumph going off. Heh heh he. She's lost a youngling... And that means that said youngling is fair game for him should he find it. The brash act turns into one of a clucking noise. "Oh, dear, so there is a lost soul wandering about. Well, M'lady, I can certainly very safely say I did not see any children astray in the direction I came. Although said direction lays towards a river... and I can safely say there's no way a child could survive falling in to such a swift thing as that. I would dare say you are lucky I saw no trace of a lost youth that way... But that doesn't mean there aren't other dangers. "
As the time of her brother being missing has stretched on, becoming measured in cycles of the moon instead of simply days, Niyt has grown to suspect it is no simple wandering. But Marrok hardly knows that, and she's not much inclined to tell him. Her brother isn't dead - that, even the most reluctant wind couldn't hide from her - and so he must be out there, somewhere. She can't help, sometimes, but think back on her own time as a lost pup. Perhaps he has found a friend, even as she did. But even so... she was so glad when her mother came and found her. Mama can't do that, for Anoki - and so big sister Niyt must. "Dangers in plenty." She sighs. "And many places for a frightened pup to hide." After a moment, she adds, "My pack is to the southeast; there has been no sign of him there." Trust him? No. But he'd find the pack border-markings on his own.
A pack to the south east. Hm. Well, that does tell him something doesn't it. That where packs are, the land is good hunting, and also usually has wolves with their heads up their tails on them. Marrok won't speak of his opinions of packs -- He wishes to lead one, but at the same time, it's still fresh enough in his mind what happened in his last pack to be a sour thing for him. "Then he may bane gone to the east, or the west," the wolf says thoughtfully, and though he can't know how long the pup has been gone, he can tell that it's at least been a while. This must be the pup's mother-- no other would search so much for a child, in his opinion. He muses, then says, "And you've no time for sleep? I find that very hard to believe. Even a puppy who is missing will take time to sleep." He chuckles... then says, as if it's a sudden idea: "I have a sudden idea,!" he smiles. "Yes... How about you lay down and take a nap here, and I'll watch out for you, hm? If anyone comes I can wake you. It's a good idea you know-- wherever this pup... this.. boy, is.. you will do him no help if he's in trouble in the state you are currently in, weakened by fatigue."
The simple directions bely how much territory there is to be covered. But Niyt nods at the directions mentioned; those are the options, or else he's tucked away in some small overlooked corner, already thought searched. She sighs, lowering her head slightly. So much searching, for so long. She's so tired - and she knows it. Marrok's right, for all she doesn't trust him; he's proven that. If he could get her, so could another, with intents far more clearly hostile. She does need sleep. But she still doesn't trust him, and it will be an uneasy rest indeed if he's the one standing over her. "It is a good idea. But... you've had one better yet. I should eat first." In hunting, she can slip away to some hidden spot for her nap. Safe? No. But it's a small step towards more safety. And a meal does sound like a very, very good idea.
"That you should, too," chuckles the one-eyed rogue, as he considers, looking her up and down. "You know how to find the river, yes? I left the remains of a fish I could not finish there. You are quite welcome to it, you know," he smiles sweetly enough, "And it would give you a chance to freshen up some with cold water. There's also a waterfall there... I think behind it there's a cave.. You might find rest there. Or you might even find your missing pup; I did not go into the cave myself, for I am not tired." He grins. Not that she can see.
"I know the river," says Niyt. And the waterfall cave, for that matter - it was a refuge from the heat for her family, and a place she's already looked for her missing brother. "I will look there." She turns slightly, facing the rogue imperfectly, and gives a slight nod of her head that might be a bow. She doesn't trust him - any more than she would the river. He seems a wild sort, driven by something and not entirely honest. But a river that can sweep a pup away may also bring fish to a hungry wolf, and so her distrust is not enough to deny what aid she may gain from him. "I think we will meet again, King of Wolves," she says, and then begins to trot off toward the river. She'll see about the fish - and after that, a place to rest. But not in the waterfall cave. She knows other burrows and hidden spots, along the river. One of those will serve to let her sleep easier.
Marrok (m. Wolf)
Niyt (f. Wolf)
The day is mostly still, though the occasional gentle breeze makes the grass sway. The warmth has left most creatures resting in what shade they can find - but not everyone. Niyt lopes through the grasslands, keeping her senses alert. She's graceful, in motion - almost graceful enough to disguise how tired she is. At least, until her paw lands wrong on a small hummock of dirt, and she goes tumbling down with a surprised yelp.
The occasional breeze is boring. What would he give for a great windstorm, something to make him feel alive, to make him feel as if the Great Lord Wendigo of the North was actually listening to him... But Marrok has no signs. Yet, despite, he still plots. Tonight, a full moon. Tonight, time for another sacrifice to Wendigo, something to help him keep his power, his strength, his greatness. Slowly, head down, ears at ease, the large wolf Marrok paces his way through the lowlands in search of something. Something worthy. Some worth form of life. As he does this, he is surprised to catch sight of a wolf loping along... and he stops, at first lifting his head in ponderance.. then ducking down low in a crouch as he sees her fall. Something is wrong with this wolf; if she did not see where she was running.
As Niyt pushes herself upright again, her exhaustion becomes clear. She's been pushing herself, for some time now, and her slender body has begun to show the signs of it. Her head is carried low as she takes a slow step forward - and then another, walking now instead of running. Her paws feel out each position before she commits to it, but despite her caution, her gaze does not seem to track the ground before her - or anything else, for that matter. She gives no sign of noticing Marrok, her attention focused on continuing her travels.
Ears cup forward as the one-eyed wolf watches.. and slowly comes to grin darkly. She must have problems with her eyes... and she must also be suffering from fatigue, how slender she is. He chuckles darkly... Anyone else, he knows, would see her as the perfect prospect for what he is searching for. However, Marrok knows.. The Great Wendigo would find such easy prey shameful. However he CAN have a little fun with her.. And as a cruel smile crosses his face, he slowly starts to creep through the grass on his belly, picking up speed as he attempts to move swiftly, yet quietly.. moving to come around behind her.
Her eyes may be lacking, but Niyt has other senses. She's too tired to make her best use of most of them, but when a little gust of wind brushes along her side, she stops suddenly and lifts her head. That wind was the wrong direction for her to have caught Marrok's scent - and yet her posture grows alert, as though she's detected something. Her nose twitches, and her ears flick, seeking for other signs beyond the rumor of the wind's whisper, and seeking, too, with that spirit-sense that lets her feel presences like distant glows of warmth. Alert, now - but still fatigued and blind - Niyt stands her ground, too tired to run until she has more cause.
Shoulders shift as the great wolf crouches and skulks. Almost like a dog herding sheep. Marrok notices her go alert.. And that's when he gives pause. Blind, and the wind is in the wrong direction, yet she seems to know. Maybe he was wrong, and this she-wolf is, indeed, fit for the offering to the great Wendigo of the wind. He cocks his head slightly, considering Niyt... Then starts closwer to her, licking his snaggly fangs. He pauses again a few feet from her... then abruptly pops up from the grass, and lean in with what could easily be seen as a playful nip to tug at her tail.
The signs are faint, for Niyt. Her own fatigue and the calmness of the day make it difficult for her to figure out what's there. But... yes, there's definitely something. And it's - behind her! The realization comes a half-moment too late, and Marrok's jaws close on fluff as she tries to spin around, the hairs tugging out into his muzzle. She faces the large wolf, her head and tail lifted in an approximation of confidence that, in her tiredness, she probably can't carry through with. This close, her blindness is clear; her eyes fogged, cloud-covered, and not focusing on anything. Her ears swivel forward, her muzzle opening slightly to taste the scent of the other wolf this close. "Hello," she says after a moment of silence.
There's a sly grin coming to his face-- yes, blind. But something told her he was there without the wind giving him away. Interesting. He chuckles to himself, then says, smoothly, "Why hello there.. pray, what /is/ a lovely lady such as yourself doing out here at this time of day.. when you should so obviously be resting. I mean, it doesn't take two eyes to see that you're tired... You should.. lay down." he chuckles, reachign a forepaw out to touch lightly at her chest; but it becomes a slight push, trying to knock her into a sit if she'd allow-- or even if she wouldn't, considering her currently fatigued state. Such an interesting thing, those eyes. He's curious about them now.
Niyt can see nothing of those expressions, but she can hear the words, and the tone of that voice. Something about that over-solicitousness makes her even more on edge, but she keeps her own face still. There's just the faintest increase of tension in her body. "Searching out a trail," she answers. True enough, though it doesn't explain much without the context. At the push, she stumbles back a few steps, but doesn't actually fall to a sitting position. "Some things are more important than rest." And then, a faint tilt of her head, a quirk of one brow. The expression asks the question of why Marrok is here, in a gesture that an always-sightless wolf could never have learned.
"Loooking for something? Or lost?" Asks Marrok amusedly, considering this blind wolf before him. She's very obviously pressing herself too hard at whatever she's doing. He stands, and then starts to circle her in a lazy trot. "I would say lost, probably. But, oh, no fear, I could help you find what you're looking for, dear lady, after all, it is the chivalrous thing to do, hmm? And as I am the King of Wolves, it would be, of course, befall me to be chivalrous indeed." He chuckles faintly, and in his circling takes another attempt to nip at her, this time a shoulder or hip. Like a preda-- oh, wait, he IS a predator.
"I know where I am," replies Niyt, her ears flicking to follow the progress of Marrok around her. "The south wind brings rock, and the east the sun-baked grass. She shakes her head. "I'm not what's lost." She tries to dodge the nip, but her sway aside comes late, only when she feels the brush of air from the lunge. If she were fresher, her reflexes better... but they're not. She manages not to fall, at least. "The King of Wolves." She considers on that a moment, then lets out a sharp laugh. "Where are your knights?"
"I am actually in the process of finding more.. You see, there has been a very disconcerting lack of trustworthy wolves of late... Especially after the spring, when a young wolf's thoughts turn to.. other things." Smirks the one-eyed brute as he comes around on Niyt's left side now, where he pauses, and considers. She's not what's lost, then what, pray? Hm. She said something important. He chuckles: "Has little bo peep lost a lamb?" he asks, amusedly, "I could help you look for your dinner. After all, you're so tired, you probably haven't eaten, either."
A lack of trustworthy wolves. Niyt might laugh, if she weren't too tired and on edge. This King of Wolves has hardly convinced her he's a trustworthy sort himself. "A young wolf's thoughts turn to many things." And then, the hint of a smile. "Dinner among them." Her agreement comes far too easily for that to have been the real object of her search.
Indeed, far too easily. He considers this weak-in-body wolf before him in thought, and then, chuckles. He leans in close to her ears. "You have lost /someone/ then, hmm? That COULD be a great pity, you know.. These days, you never know what could happen to those who go missing. Why, I've heard tell of younglings up and vanishing, never to be seen again. I do hope it's not a young one you're looking for.. After all.. so many things can happen.. injuries.. predation.. abduction.." He considers thoughtfully. if there's a young pup running around.. THAT, he decides, might be worth it. The Wendigo likes those who are young, for their lives have not become tired yet, as much as it likes the old, for the wisdom and misery they have gone through. "It's a shame, really, but, I'm sure I could help you find them. I have, after all, at least one good eye, and that's.. far more than you have."
Niyt's self control is good, but not perfect enough to avoid that bit of a flinch as Marrok finds the truth. She's lost someone, that much is certain. So many things - including rogue wolves. Something Niyt is quite aware of. "So many things," she murmurs softly, her head lowering for a moment, and then rising. One eye. Well, now she knows a bit about this wolf to describe him to others. She hesitates a moment, then says, "I would be glad for help." She's not sure whether this wolf intends to help - but she certainly would be glad for such. She's learned caution from the harsh lessons that took her sight, but at the same time, she knows help can sometimes come in surprising ways.
Watching the she-wolf's head lower, Marrok can all but hear the alarms of triumph going off. Heh heh he. She's lost a youngling... And that means that said youngling is fair game for him should he find it. The brash act turns into one of a clucking noise. "Oh, dear, so there is a lost soul wandering about. Well, M'lady, I can certainly very safely say I did not see any children astray in the direction I came. Although said direction lays towards a river... and I can safely say there's no way a child could survive falling in to such a swift thing as that. I would dare say you are lucky I saw no trace of a lost youth that way... But that doesn't mean there aren't other dangers. "
As the time of her brother being missing has stretched on, becoming measured in cycles of the moon instead of simply days, Niyt has grown to suspect it is no simple wandering. But Marrok hardly knows that, and she's not much inclined to tell him. Her brother isn't dead - that, even the most reluctant wind couldn't hide from her - and so he must be out there, somewhere. She can't help, sometimes, but think back on her own time as a lost pup. Perhaps he has found a friend, even as she did. But even so... she was so glad when her mother came and found her. Mama can't do that, for Anoki - and so big sister Niyt must. "Dangers in plenty." She sighs. "And many places for a frightened pup to hide." After a moment, she adds, "My pack is to the southeast; there has been no sign of him there." Trust him? No. But he'd find the pack border-markings on his own.
A pack to the south east. Hm. Well, that does tell him something doesn't it. That where packs are, the land is good hunting, and also usually has wolves with their heads up their tails on them. Marrok won't speak of his opinions of packs -- He wishes to lead one, but at the same time, it's still fresh enough in his mind what happened in his last pack to be a sour thing for him. "Then he may bane gone to the east, or the west," the wolf says thoughtfully, and though he can't know how long the pup has been gone, he can tell that it's at least been a while. This must be the pup's mother-- no other would search so much for a child, in his opinion. He muses, then says, "And you've no time for sleep? I find that very hard to believe. Even a puppy who is missing will take time to sleep." He chuckles... then says, as if it's a sudden idea: "I have a sudden idea,!" he smiles. "Yes... How about you lay down and take a nap here, and I'll watch out for you, hm? If anyone comes I can wake you. It's a good idea you know-- wherever this pup... this.. boy, is.. you will do him no help if he's in trouble in the state you are currently in, weakened by fatigue."
The simple directions bely how much territory there is to be covered. But Niyt nods at the directions mentioned; those are the options, or else he's tucked away in some small overlooked corner, already thought searched. She sighs, lowering her head slightly. So much searching, for so long. She's so tired - and she knows it. Marrok's right, for all she doesn't trust him; he's proven that. If he could get her, so could another, with intents far more clearly hostile. She does need sleep. But she still doesn't trust him, and it will be an uneasy rest indeed if he's the one standing over her. "It is a good idea. But... you've had one better yet. I should eat first." In hunting, she can slip away to some hidden spot for her nap. Safe? No. But it's a small step towards more safety. And a meal does sound like a very, very good idea.
"That you should, too," chuckles the one-eyed rogue, as he considers, looking her up and down. "You know how to find the river, yes? I left the remains of a fish I could not finish there. You are quite welcome to it, you know," he smiles sweetly enough, "And it would give you a chance to freshen up some with cold water. There's also a waterfall there... I think behind it there's a cave.. You might find rest there. Or you might even find your missing pup; I did not go into the cave myself, for I am not tired." He grins. Not that she can see.
"I know the river," says Niyt. And the waterfall cave, for that matter - it was a refuge from the heat for her family, and a place she's already looked for her missing brother. "I will look there." She turns slightly, facing the rogue imperfectly, and gives a slight nod of her head that might be a bow. She doesn't trust him - any more than she would the river. He seems a wild sort, driven by something and not entirely honest. But a river that can sweep a pup away may also bring fish to a hungry wolf, and so her distrust is not enough to deny what aid she may gain from him. "I think we will meet again, King of Wolves," she says, and then begins to trot off toward the river. She'll see about the fish - and after that, a place to rest. But not in the waterfall cave. She knows other burrows and hidden spots, along the river. One of those will serve to let her sleep easier.