i wanted the fame [open]

[crow]

The wind was gentle, whispering softly as it moved through the needles of the trees above, the branches shivering in delight. The sun, though strong on this spring's day, struggled to penetrate the canopy. Its rays only dappled the forest floor, creating small patches of warmth on an otherwise chilly day. The temperature wasn't unpleasant, her coat was thick and kept her sheltered from even the coldest of weather, but she found it refreshing. Tongue lolled out, flush red with blood, a light pant expelling small clouds of vapor. She had run here. Enjoyed the freedom to move and go as and where she pleased. She had stretched her legs, felt the muscles tighten, pushed herself, felt the burn of her lungs, and enjoyed every second of it. There was a sense of uneasy happiness that came with no longer being tied to her family pack. Happy was the ability to do as she pleased without fearing retribution from an angry alpha-parent, but uneasy was her life without the structure a social creature like the wolf must have. She had been alone for a year, an entire year, and had enjoyed her freedom during that time. Uneasiness had its way of getting under her skin, constantly reminding her of her craving for social structure. It was time she ended her solitude and found another wolf to interact with.

The rock jutted from the hillside like a thorn from a paw, its tip nearly ten feet from the ground below. The wolf who stood upon it was neither thin nor thick, tall nor short. She was decidedly average. Her coat was a mottling of greys, blacks, browns, and tans. Her shoulders and ears were darkest, lightening to an off-white beneath her belly and jaw. There was one distinctive feature about her, however, a peculiar twist of nature; Beneath her eyes were grey patches that were roughly in the shape of upside-down triangles. Wolves, though some might look quite similar, always had some distinctive facial markings that set them apart and made them unique. These under-eye triangles were hers. Amber eyes peered from above the marks, scanning the terrain below. There wasn't much to be seen through the thick forest of pine and the denser yet undergrowth. This was pleasing to her instincts. It meant that, while she could not see easily, she could not be seen easily, either. This was the place most wolves dreamed of finding. And she had found it. But what was this discovery without someone to enjoy it with her?

Once again her instinct boiled up from the pit of her chest, burning and aching a hole through her heart. She had been alone long enough. Now was the time to find more of her kind. The wolf lifted her skull to the canopy above, eyes narrowing to slits, lips forming a loose oval. The howl that came forth emanated from her very chest, pushing itself out and up with force and clarity. The single note rose in pitch, lifting itself from the forest floor to the very heavens, echoing throughout the forest and across the mountain. I'm here! It said. I'm here! Any true wolf would know the message of the sound, a cry for interaction, a summons of anyone who is willing to come. Many would not be able to resist the wolf's instinct to answer the call. At least one would come. If there was one to do so. The howl began to fade as breath ran short, its volume falling. With a slight exhalation, the wolf closed her muzzle and lifted her ears. Perhaps there was one out there to answer. She would listen. She would wait.
 

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NOTES. open for anyone, preferably wolves x3

[shyan]

"Speech"


The will power that had once glowed strong within the male was now a dim light. His hunger for life gone, and until he found someone that could replace Tibetan he would remain this way. The brute had been walking for days with nowhere to go and no one to neither see nor accompany him on the long journey. Though the journey would have never started without Tibetan’s tragic death, but why had his only option been to run away? He could have just as easily stayed on the Great Plains, but something about the place haunted him. Whether it was his brother’s dead body somewhere in the ground or the lack of attachment to the land that he was born and raised on, Ryu had nothing left. Nothing care for, or live for. But a deep inner calling still made him live till the next day, instinct. The inner beast had kept Ryu alive after everything that had happened and even now it still kept his heat beating and his lungs filled with air.

Padding through the empty forest he realized he’d have to find a place to stay if he wanted to consider this place a home for him. Though he’d never feel quiet home, or so he thought. There was nothing to tie the boy down to the ground and keep him from taking flight once again. At least not yet. Unless Lupus granted him a life with a pack or just a lone wolfess then he’d take off and look for the next place along his journey. Ryu would certainly stay for a few days just to see if he liked the place but so far he had nothing short emptiness. There wasn’t one trace of another wolf, just lots of dogs and their two-legged masters. Those two-legs weren’t master, they were pinkish colored tall things that put a rope around your neck and called you some cutesy name and fed you overpriced wet food. When any one of them could just go out and easily find themselves a squirrel or rabbit, all they had to do was catch it and kill it. Not that any of them had the guts to do so. Ryu laughed to himself quietly.

Looking up from the ground Ryu noticed nothing short of beautiful wolfess. She stood proudly by a tall jutting rock, like a thorn in the ground. As he came to the edge of the forest he watched with curiosity as she took her position by the tall thorn. Ryu looked around him noticing no other wolves and waited patiently for someone to show up and take away the wondrous fae that stood by the rock. Time passed ever so slowly and it surprised Ryu to here the girl call out. Her voice melodious, not taming his inner self he called out to her and with her. His deeper tones mixing with her lighter tones; his lingering longer than hers. Padding out from the tree line Ryu nods his head to the lady as he heads towards her, "Hello there, I’m Ryu. May I ask of your acquaintance?" A small smile appeared on his face trying to appear warm and friendly.

[crow]

Long was she prepared to wait, ears perked, attention focused. Limbs were braced, paws flexed, nails gripping the rock below. Body was rigid, but not uncomfortably so. Muscles held her frame steady with the barest use of energy--this was a stance she could hold for hours, possibly days, though she'd never tried the latter. To hear the song of another wolf was a desperate urge within her breast, her heart pounding loud with anticipation. She thought its beat might obscure the sound she was listening so hard for. Time went by. The shadows of the forest flora changed their angle, creeping slowly, hunting, awaiting the night was still far-off. The wolf was not aware of how much time did pass, only that it did. The natural noises of the forest were interrupted, as was her vigil, by that which she was waiting for.

The howl was deep, distinctly male, and beautiful to her ears. Too long had it been since she had heard a voice that was not her own. The sheer pleasure of the moment forced another cry from her maw. Yes! It cried, powerful, laden with overwhelming happiness. Now, now her instincts could be sated. Her appetite for company satisfied. Every fiber of her being vibrated with apprehension as the undergrowth began to move, the sound of pawsteps on needles approaching. She could not see him yet, but she could hear him. She could almost taste his scent on the gentle breeze, though he was downwind. Let him come. Let him come. This was too much to bear. The wolf's body tensed as the last line of foliage began to shiver. And there he was.

The male was not imposing in presence, no hint of threat or aggression, and rivaled her in size. His voice was deep, but welcoming. A smile upon his maw. She did not know him well enough to know whether he was trying to appear inviting, or simply was inviting by nature. Care was not given. He was here. He was a wolf. And her instincts bid she test him, as was nearly ritual to the wolf as a species. Thick frame turned, pacing back from the edge of the rock to the ground it touched. Padding her way around the rock-podium, now in front of it, now before him. "I am Enzane." The words were formal, holding little meaning beyond themselves. Her eyes narrowed ever slightly, body bracing. A warning of the test that was about to begin. There would be no bloodshed, it would do neither of them good to be wounded.

The wolf came forward, slowly, but without hesitation. She came with confidence. Her tail arced over her back, loose, high but not threatening, her ears pressed forward. Her gaze was intent on his--who would drop their sight first?--unblinking, unwavering. She reached his side. Chin was thrust over his shoulders, one paw raising to try to find a position along his back, to lift her weight over his. To place her chest above him, to dominate him. The wolf was a dominant personality by birth, and could only be truly happy following if the leader was even more dominant of personality. This was her test. One that had been given throughout the ages, from one wolf to another, to find who would lead and who would follow.

It was designed to prevent bloodshed, prevent injury. A wolf who would submit would sink low, avert their gaze, tuck their tail, perhaps even expose their belly if they were intimidated enough. A dominant wolf would hold their gaze, move from beneath the other, and challenge to a match of sparring--a fight of snarling, snapping, bluffing--to decide who was truly more dominant. Eventually, one would back off, realizing they are outmatched, or simply giving in to the other. A wolf who was not ready to submit or lead might break free and flee. Enzane would wait. She would see what this wolf would do.

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NOTES. sorry for the late reply! feel free to kick my butt next time if i'm taking too long x3 i won't mind