Re: Northern Flatscape

by **Zyro** Tue Sep 06, 2016 9:02 pm

Zyro Mezzi

Zyro's brow continuously furrowed as Kamaal continued to appear unimpressed with him His usual charm and charisma either was failing entirely, or she was immune to it... even his reintroduction of the battery metaphor - something that he considered very clever - had failed to make her any less snippy. Z didn't know how to talk to someone like her. Maybe it was the haughtiness or the attitude, but despite those things he was still willing to hear her out, giving her the same leeway that the Royal had shown Renegade, despite his outburst the previous day.

Z was on the verge of pouting when Kamaal surprised him, pressing her face into his bubble and staring him down with pumpkin-colored eyes that were shocking against her dark face. He was flabbergasted when she accepted the offer, simply staring back with his muddy golden orbs for a few moments before welcome-comitee-zyro started to kick in. "Excellent, welcome to The Alliance Kamaal. I'm positive you will find the valley rewarding," his words were starting to slur a bit, tongue feeling heavier than usual in his mouth. He needed a Mage. "Come," he beckoned suddenly, spinning 180 degrees in the direction of the den and beginning to walk, but keeping his face pointed towards the newest member of his group. "Let me introduce you to my family."

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Addressed: Kamaaaaaaaal
Mentioned: Ren, Kamaal, idk, errybody,
Notes: very post

by **Ceara** Tue Sep 06, 2016 9:37 pm

@ceviche @zyro @kamaal

catch-up post hello friends

C E A R A
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"Chit-chat"
A brow raised upon hearing the reply of the dark she-wolf as she threw out an 'idiotic' here and a 'stupid' there. The judgement made sense, as she acted a pesky little bab, albeit it was incorrect--Ceara was a smart thinker, dumb speaker, and a carefree survivor, and knowing that, it was easy to shake off as a smirk crossed her face, unfazed: "Ooh, feisty!" chirped the little puffball with a sway of her tail accompanying her words, although before she could continue, Zyro, with a succinct and quick movement, summoned her back to safety behind him "See ya' later, gramps jr.!"

Ceara cantered behind Zyro and alongside Blondie, stopping her steps abruptly before bouncing in place atop her four lithe paws. Her mouth, however, remained still, as she trusted the royal could deal with the situation. She did not know him long, although one thing was certain: he was well versed in greeting wolves. After all, the night before he seemed to accept them into his pack, one after the other. What's one more wolf? Just one more possible companion! Blondie had something to say of her in response: I guess, so. But, I don't think Agathor would ever call you stupid. Ceara nodded in agreement, Agathor flashing in her thoughts briefly. To say she was a less tame version of Agathor was an understatement--She was like Agathor amplified by a factor of ten. She missed Agathor; Blondie was right in that he wouldn't call her stupid. He seemed to have a kind heart, which she admired, and she looked forward to seeing him back at the den. Not to say she didn't admire the new wolf--She was charming in her own way. Charming enough.

Her eyes took a moment to wander, vivid amber sweeping over the two wolves, studying them and their chatter as Zyro dealt with the pumpkin-eyed lass. The words weren't of particular interest, merely exchanging quips and chatter of the pack; typical pleasantries. Though something almost audibly demanded her attention: Zyro's wound, a recent and uncomely sight. She'd not noticed it beforehand, although attention was brought to it and she couldn't help her curiosity and concern. Where was it from? Had she gotten herself into something she shouldn't have? Surely it could be healed, though--the optimistic cloud-on-stilts had high hopes.

Thrusting such pondering from her mind, the mention of the hunt could be heard: The hunt is off. A little whine squeaked from her snout and Ceara glanced to the others to ascertain if they'd been as disappointed as she, and so they did--Blondie's sad lope off and a heartbroken-sounding little 'alright,' as well as the black-white mix female's frustrated leaving both indicated that the misfortune was shared. Perhaps it was for the best, although Ceara would still pout, as her wishes for a meal were swiftly dashed. Perhaps she could find nourishment not in the pack hunt, but with her companion? 'Come on, Ceara' Blondie spoke, beckoning her. With a soft woof of acknowledgement, Ceara scampered after his plump, golden frame, swinging her head and quickly barking a "Farewell, Zyro!" to the dominant.

Walking alongside Blondie for a short time before he was distracted, sniffing about, presumably for some grub. He was a large fellow, after all, and surely needed a lot of fuel. Perhaps she could help with that? As he sniffed, Ceara meandered off herself, focused, paws softly touching the ground one by one at a delicate trot. Eyes looking upwards examined the canopy, her pupils raking for any sign of life. Tree after tree passed swiftly with merely the images of thin branches and rugged bark left in her brain, although a welcome surprise arrived: Grub. A thick squirrel perched upon emerald moss, petite fawn paws splayed out to grasp an acorn, munched happily at the base of a tree. Ceara lowered quickly and quietly, her small size proving advantageous as it was more 'incognito.' Stepping softly and with little sound, Ceara lowered her chest to the ground and wiggled her rump, preparing to pound. Clumsily and suddenly, she burst into action and pounced in its direction--Luckily for her, her aim was excellent that day. Snapping her mouth closed, her teeth sought the squirrel, and so, there he was. Clamping down, the little bones crushed audibly with a crack and blood dripped from its orifices. Such was life--a little saddening to Ceara, as they were cute little creatures, albeit also her dinner. Movement slowly ceased, save for the occasional spasm, and soon he had passed. Ceara's tail waggled and she shook her prize in her mouth in joy, her thoughts returning to Blondie. The chubby squirrel, feeding on the refuse of autumn, would probably serve as a meager meal to him, although it would suffice. Proudly trotting after him with the squirrel in-mouth, following his scent, she was soon greeted with his familiar sight. Stopping some distance away with a mouth muffled by squirrel, Ceara quietly woofed "I gots yew sthome breakfast," she turned her head to show the snack in her jaws, ""Interesthed?

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by **Ceviche** Wed Sep 07, 2016 12:40 am

Ceviche

Rezza | Male | 2 1/2 Years

"Tu m’as comme donné l’envie d’être moi, donné un sens à mes pourquoi. Tu as tué la peur qui dormait là, qui dormait là dans mes bras."

ADR: @Ceara

Ment: @Ceara

OOC food food food food

He was fully invested in his sniffing about and following the scent that the sudden snap and crunch gave him a start. He stumbled and bumped his nose a bit too hard on the ground before turning to look at ceara, his nose scuffed up and hurting.

"I gots yew sthome breakfast."

It wouldn't do to be mad at her. She was just trying to help, though he did try his best to hide his pain. even still, it seemed that she'd managed to catch something already, and he still had a grand total of nothing in his name.

"Interesthed?" He shook his head.

"No, It's okay, I know you're hungry. I'll catch something." He tried to give a smile as his stomach quietly protested, twisting itself around and tightening in response to the smell of fresh kill- but, he ignored it's complaints through pure willpower. The ache of his gut combined with his nose which had dulled to a mere ache seemed to be tag teaming him, giving him a splitting headache, but still he was gong to catch something and be of use.

Ceviche put his nose to the ground again and attempted to follow the path again, his sense of smell dulled by his body's quick response to lessen the pain. He wouldn't give up though. After a few minutes of blind sniffing that turned up nothing, he luckily came across tracks to follow. There was surely something nearby and the prey seems to be decent sized by the prints.

Finally. He followed them carefully, keeping his body close to the ground. It would be hard to hide in this area. The trees were far apart and the vegetation was small. There weren't really any bushes and the grass that did grow there couldn't hide much of anything. Really it was a wonder that anything lived out here at all.

Soon enough though he spotted the source of the tracks. Several paths of intertwined rabbit prints mingled in and out of a large burrow nestled in the roots of a tall tree. The stench of rodent pheromones were heavy in the air and it became obvious that there were probably tons in the area. It really was the perfect place to hunt.

A large male rabbit hopped into his line of sight. It sniffed around and ate something off the ground. Probably poop. Silently, he inched closer, trying to keep out of it's perception. He was lucky the wind was in his favor, or the fat hare would have probably been long gone.

by Guest Wed Sep 07, 2016 12:40 pm

.:|KAMAAL|:.

I'm not insulting you, I'm describing you.

-♔-

"Rewarding," hmm such an odd choice of words that was. Rewarding from what point of view? Rewarding due to having the luxury of another's company? Rewarding due to the abundant amount of food? Rewarding from what prospective? A violent shake of her head was what snapped her mind out of its fantasies. Zyro... Ah yes his throat was knotted, the overall slur his tone possessed was evident, a strong indication of possible illness? Probably... However such thing wasn't certain yet.

"Introduce me to the rest?" Kamaal bounded behind the male until they were trotting on the same line. Eyes consisting of pure pumpkin showing traces of surprise, this was probably a bad idea. A very bad idea, a moronic idea "I would advice against it, if our start was rocky you can imagine how the rest would react." She started to orbit around the agouti colored canine, paws spinning her body around him in an oval like cycle until she found herself to the right side of Zyro's oafish frame.

"Let's not be late for the party then, we wouldn't like to make a bad impression, now would we?" Kamaal inquired mockingly, head whipping around to face Zyro, orbs zeroing in on a pair of golden sprinkled pools of translucent liquid. Now that she thought of it twice, maybe the introductions wouldn't be as bad, sarcastic and negative they might be, but the opportunity of a challenge was too tempting to back down now.

Something... something was still undone however... grub, ah indeed. She had never gotten the chance to catch a meal, the hole in her stomach creating an unpleasant feeling - emptiness. A knot embraced by silver spikes torturing her mind and body mercilessly. Silence, she had to silence herself, she had to stop her mind from creating such thoughts, she had to discipline it. After all only three days had passed without placing any tissue in her mouth, she could endure a few more hours or maybe even another day without consuming anything. Now wouldn't she? The thought birthed a cloud of frustration in her mind, untill it was set free in the form of a barely audible snort.

Mentioned: y'all.

Addressed: @Zyro

OOC: off to the den we go.

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by **Ceara** Thu Sep 08, 2016 7:58 pm

@ceviche

returning to the den site dudes B)

C E A R A
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"Chit-chat"
Blondie fell forward but quickly returned to a standing position, revealing his nose adorned with flecks of dirt and moss. The sight was silly and humorous, albeit simultaneously alert and concern for her friend flashed upon her face, her brow-muscles contracting and furrowing as her eyes were illuminated with interest, quickly looking over the male to confirm he was unscathed. And so he was, thankfully.

No, It's okay, I know you're hungry. I'll catch something. The black outline of her lips curled into a wee smile, symbolic of her delight, yet still stuffed and muffled by squirrel: "Roger dat, Blondie," her stomach rumbled like a monster secluded to a pit and she was genuinely gracious, expressed in a little squeak of a "fank' you!" and the growth of a smirk into a brief beam, shining as bright as the sun upon her mug. Albeit, Ceara was still determined to gift Blondie as a celebration of his kindness--She didn't have much, but she would have the remains of the squirrel. Perhaps she could gather a little plaything from it? The tail! Smooth, soft, slick and limp, Ceara hoped he would enjoy. The squirrel plopped down on the ground as she relaxed her previously clamped jaw and a petite white paw approached to rest on its thick torso, pinning it down and still. Teeth parting and coming down once more, her mouth gripped gently on the animal, pulling the tail away. With some force, the tail came off the remainder off the hide with a muted rrriip. Eyes focused on the deceased little creature, she smiled once more with pride. Perhaps she would not provide a meal for him, although perhaps a soft little scrap would suffice as a symbol of friendship.

Several windows of senses opened, nose studying the environment, amber sweeping about the area, ears alert. Blondie was off hunting for himself and was no longer in view, having sniffed about and wandered off, perhaps for the hare the loner mentioned. Wishing him the best, wherever he was, Ceara softly woofed in his general direction as to not disturb his hunt: "I wish you luck, friend--Pick yourself up a fat hare, will you?" Tail now a slow, contented sway, Ceara's head swung, sniffing about in most directions until her nose detected the urine markers to the den site south. The scent, growing familiar to the new Rezza, could be detected, and so, movement began and her paws, one after the other, clumsily and excitedly loped south, her gift to Blondie in-mouth for when he arrived there, too.

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by **Ceviche** Thu Sep 08, 2016 8:37 pm

Ceviche

Rezza | Male | 2 1/2 Years

"Tu m’as comme donné l’envie d’être moi, donné un sens à mes pourquoi. Tu as tué la peur qui dormait là, qui dormait là dans mes bras."

ADR: [Void]

Ment: [Void]

OOC at least he caught something?
[Exit to Mount Jaar]

Ceara's faint calls barely registered while he concentrated on the dark haired morsel in front of him. It was fat, and the thought of tasting its flesh made him almost drool. He barely breathed as every muscle under his skin seemed to tense up. The large rodent sniffed at the ground.

Time slowed to a crawl-

the snap of a twig,
alert upright on it's hind,
xxxxthumping in time,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxto warn
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe others

a blur of honey and creamxxxx
chasing only a momentxxxxxxxxxx

paws hitting ground

xxxxxxxxxa lunge

it connected
xxxxxxbut he didn't see-

He slammed into a tree, the top of his head made vehement contact with the bark. A sickening thud combined with a loud whine. The world spun around him as he fell away, and the impact had made him clench his jaw. The hare injured but half alive struggled to breathe, its torso punctured by his teeth. Somehow the heavyset wolf managed to get to his feet, no longer remembering which way was which. His senses were overloaded and dulled at the same time. Pain rushed through his head, and his nose refused to work properly. What a shame. He looked to the sky, trying to get a bearing on his location.

The clouds seemed to be of little help, they merely twirled overhead, spinning with his vision.

All he could think of was the mountain. It was near the den. He remembered sliding down it the day before. The trees were sparse enough that he could plainly see it too, but the problem were that mountains seemed to lie in either direction.

He wasn't even sure where he was, and Ceara was nowhere to be seen.

With a hazy mind that still swam with pain, he trudged off towards the mountains he thought he knew.

by **Zwei** Sat Sep 10, 2016 7:47 pm

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Twigs and undergrowth crunching beneath her feet, Zwei was surprised to have little trouble navigating the wooded area between the den sight and the hunting grounds. Trees rose around them and touched the sky, rustling against the cool wind of Autumn as the two she-wolves passed by them. Zwei could see how any wolf would fall in love in the place and might've enjoyed the view more had the situation not warranted a sense of hurried worry, pace quickening slightly as they broke out of the forest into a sparcer valley. Trees still dotted the plains, but didn't surround them nearly as much as the den site's woods had, and Zwei felt slightly less protected to be in such open view. As she walked out into the area, the she-wolf picked up the scent of many wolves, most of them familiar in some way or another and others too mixed together to tell. "This is where the pack hunted." The words slipped out of her mouth accidentally, and the spear nearly scared herself at the sounds. Taking a moment to calm her nerves, she looked around and tried again.

"No one's here, so the howl must've come from somewhere else. Try to find any scents that lead away from these plains, please." The words were more polite and quiet, about as far away from being called authoritative as possible, but she hoped they worked nethertheless. The scents culminated near the entrance and middle of the area, the furthest they'd went before stopping it seemed, and as she walked, nose to the ground, a pair of scents went further than the others. They were vaguely familiar, and Zwei was certain that these were not stranger wolves, barking a quick "over here!" toward Nieve before following the scents. She was less excited to find that they led toward a rocky incline that looked rather dangerous compared to the hunting grounds, and waited by the edge of the area for Nieve to join her. "The howl must've come from one of the wolves that went this way. This terrain is much more precarious, so watch your step." Zwei warned the female after a few moments of waiting and went ahead first, eyes trained on the rocky soil beneath her paws.

>>>To Mount Jaar!

Mentioned: Nieve

Addressed: Nieve

OOC: Sorry if it feels a little rushed, I didn't want to take forever to get there and save Cev <33

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by **Nieve** Sun Sep 11, 2016 9:30 am

Nieve followed Zwei into a flat landed forest area, mist lurking further throughout the trees, and scents of prey and predator were all over the place. She went into her 'stealth mode' and trotted next to the silver female with her head and tail low, her hetero eyes darting in all directions incase something ninjaly jumped out at them. Her childlike nature wanted to play and run around, but she tried to stay reasonable, it smelt like it could be very dangerous due to the vast amount of predator scents, and the mist could be thicker further on and restrict visability, making her more likely to run straight into a tree, or the jaws of a bear. She didn't much fancy either.

The ear closest to Zwei twitched as she hissed, 'This is where the pack hunted.', Nieve didn't understand at all what she meant, and she seemed anxious to have spoken loudly and suddenly, Nieve briefly brushed the tip of her tail against Zwei's thigh as a comforting gesture, she stayed quiet and decided to save her eager questions for when they werent in a creepy dangerous forest.

'No one's here, so the howl must've come from somewhere else. Try to find any scents that lead away from these plains, please' Zwei sounded less nervous, and Nieve gave her a serious nod, she began sniffing the ground and at the roots of trees, it stank of predators, some hint of prey, stale wolf scent, and trees. She frowned to herself, the mist made her doubt if she could find an opening without walking straight into it. She was about to risk it when Zwei quickly said, 'over here!'

Nieve turned her head sharply toward the other female, alert incase something else appeared, and she trotted speedily over to her, her ears pointed forward. Zwei had found an opening leading to a rocky region, Nieve could smell stale wolf scent here too. 'The howl must've come from one of the wolves that went this way. This terrain is much more precarious, so watch your step.', She nodded and followed the female carefully.

Add: Zwei (body gestures)
Men: Zwei

by **Delsin & Gaho** Thu Nov 24, 2016 10:17 pm

Adr. None

Ment. None

Hide your ladies, here he come

At last it appeared the dreaded forest was starting to thin. The sky opened up overhead as Delsin broke away from the treeline. The feeling of claustrophobia that had haunted him since leaving the mountain finally began to fade, though the cloud clotted sky still disconcerted him. It didn't feel right to look up and not be able to see the beautiful blue sky above. How depressing.
The brute drew to a halt a few meters out, pushing his thoughts aside for the moment and surveying the land with a sweeping gaze. A few small tree dotted the hillside, their leaves boasting bright reds, oranges, and yellows. The area was otherwise pretty wide open, suggesting it might be the perfect place to find a herd or two.
Not that he'd be able to catch an elk or deer on his own. Perhaps if there were a few adolescents that were stupid enough to stray from the adults, or an elderly individual too weak to fight back the brute might be able to walk away with a meal. It would be difficult to get the catch back up the mountain, then again leaving behind left overs for smaller predators wouldn't be something new for him.
A puff of warm breath billowed out from Delsin's pale muzzle as he took in a breath. Despite the lingering scent of prey animals the landscape appeared empty, not even bird calls trilled through the air.
Strange. Maybe it was too early yet for the prey to be stirring.
No matter, even if nothing was here at the moment it wouldn't hurt to take a look around. It was safe to say he and his family wouldn't be leaving the area anytime soon, so scouting the territory for what it could provide for them was just as good as a meal. In his opinion anyway.
Ears pricked and head low to the ground Delsin set off to explore the hillside.

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by **Zwei** Fri Nov 25, 2016 4:29 pm

-۞-

When Zyro caught up to her with a bump of furry shoulders, Zwei might've jumped out of her skin had she not gotten used to the burst of fondness and affection that seemed to come with most contact with the male nowadays. At first, it had been a crush, but at this point, Zwei was forced to admit that she might've fallen head first into this love thing accidently. The silvery she-wolf quickly matched the larger wolf's pace as they entered the flatscape, passing him an almost challenging glance as she surpassed him.

She didn't let her playful streak completely ruin her sense of caution, however, and still made sure to keep an eye out for any danger in the wide open plains. It would be easy for any predators to see them before they were seen themselves, and though she'd never had an encounter with them, she'd heard that two-legged animals roamed around with deadly boom sticks. Willow hadn't spoken much of such animals, except to avoid them at all costs, and Zwei chalked it up to luck that she'd hadn't had to worry about it.

"I bet I can catch more rabbits than you." She teased behind her with a toss of her head before scanning the landscape for any moving forms, tail swinging crookedly behind her. Within a few seconds, the she-wolf managed to spot a small brown blob against the thin autumn grasses of the tree line and quietly moved into position behind it with careful, smooth motions. Only a minute passed, cool winds sweeping the reds and golds of the dying tree tops, to find Zwei with a limp rabbit in her maw as she bounded back up to Zyro.

Setting it down at her feet, she fought the urge to huddle against him as the winds swept her fur and instead forced a grin, "You just gonna sit there and watch?"

Mentioned: Zyro

Addressed:Zzzzzz

OOC: He gonna have some fun if he flirts with Zwei, Zyro will make heads roll

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by **Zyro** Sat Nov 26, 2016 1:28 am

ZYRO MEZZI

"A pretty face like yours" she said. Kamaal's words spun around in Zyro's mind for a single moment more before he tried to drop the subject entirely.

He had been a bit quiet on his and Zwei's journey here to the Flatlands, captivated by his thoughts. He had never really been bothered by the ugly red gash on his head before, but... but was Kamaal trying to mock him? Was it really that bad? Or was it a playful jest? Such a simple sentence shouldn't have him in such a rut but yet Zyro still found himself in a bit of a daze as he followed closely by Zwei into the familiar hunting ground. Insecurity was a familiar but uncomfortable skin that Z was well acquainted with; why was it bothering him so much now?

The first sight that greeted the newly aware Royal was that of his companion's crooked tail swinging back and forth like and imperfect pendulum. He missed the female's playful glances in favor of blinking at her plume, captivated suddenly as another wave of that awful, sticky affection washed over him. It's just her tail, he tried to remind himself, stop being so creepy. By the time Zwei's sweet voice reached his ears Zyro was already back to the real world, smirking a bit at her challenge but remaining mute. He watched - still as a statue - as Zwei gracefully planned and executed a rabbit's death. His gaze followed her every twitch with an intense interest that was probably a bit too much for platonic friends, but at least she was too focused to notice. What is with me today? Maybe Brume slipped something into my meds...

A soft thud alerted him to the now-dead rabbit at Zwei's feet, and he met her eyes with a small grin. He spotted another brown smudge wriggling obliviously behind her, but remained secretive about it's presence as Zwei poked some fun at his almost zombie-like attitude. And well. He might be head over heels for this lass, but two could play at that game. "Hmm, I don't know..." Zyro pretended to muse over her statement, "I was quite enjoying the view."

In another cheeky move Z shot Zwei a wink before unexpectedly darting around her. This time he was the one to snatch a rabbit in his jaws - him having effectively pounced on the brown figure he'd previously caught sight of. Zyro huffed out a couple breaths at the effort before spinning around, about to walk back over to Zwei and possibly tease her some more or boast about his catch before he froze. One, two deep inhales alerted him to an unfamiliar scent. By now he had all of the pack's individual aroma's neatly categorized in his mind, but this one was new. Different. Something he hadn't encountered ever since the dramatic wave of Newbloods two weeks ago.

"Zwei. Do you smell that?" The brute inquired, dropping his kill down into a heap beside hers. "I think we might have some company." His gaze travelled around a bit before landing on her eyes, his expression a sort of wary curiosity. A moment passed where Zyro just looked at her before he was moving again, scooping up the two rabbits and bringing his large frame closer to the Lead Spear's before nudging her in a sign to follow him.

He walked a few paces forward, narrowly avoiding some exposed roots that would surely trip him as he kept his vision alert for any sign of canine. That's what the scent was: distinctly wolfish in a way that both set him on edge and electrified his instinct. Before he could really think to much about the question of friend or foe, Zyro caught sight of a dark smear of fur. It was a decent distance away; enough so that he dropped the two carcasses to the ground and scooted subtly closer to Zwei, jerking his head in the direction of the dark figure that seemed to be scouting for something; probably food.

The only thing Zyro could think to do that would catch this mysterious stranger's attention in the least startling way was to clear his throat rather obnoxiously... so he did. The agouti triangles on top of his skull swiveled a bit as the echo of his noise wove in between the fog-cloaked trees, hopefully carrying over the stranger gently, and he waited patiently for some sort of reaction. His muscles were taught with preparedness to bolt if need be, although this dark figure seemed to be alone. Z didn't move yet, however. Zyro would always offer lone souls a chance to exercise their voice if they wanted, and this case was no different.

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Addressed: Zwei, Delsin
Mentioned: Zwei, Brume, Delsin
Notes: ITS SO LATE I AM HALF ASLEEP IM SORRY also hi delsin sorry we kept you waiting. x)

by **Delsin & Gaho** Sat Nov 26, 2016 3:43 pm

Adr. @Zwei

Ment. @Zyro @Zwei

Notes

Delsin picked up the scent of other wolves just a moment or two after the strangers had spotted him. He stopped in his tracks, heart pounding and head still low to the ground as he tried to figure out where it originated from. It wouldn't be the first time the brute stumbled unintentionally onto pack territory, but being the troublemaker he was that wasn't enough to make him turn back just yet. Pack or not his family needed food and he didn't intend to return until he caught something; plus he'd been in the situation enough times to know how to avoid them if need be.
Golden eyes soon fell upon the canines in question, one large mottle brown individual and a smaller silvery hued one. They stood farther down the hillside, too far away for him to discern genders, but if he was willing to bet he'd guess they were likely a newly mated pair probably looking to start a pack in the area. That was good news for him, less wolves meant less of a threat.
Oh, shoot.
Upon a second glance Delsin saw one or both had their eyes fixated on him, though neither made a move to approach it was clear they knew he was there. So much for attempting to stay undetected. The dark hued male held his position, eyes flickering from one to the other as he waited for one to make a move. Just as it wouldn't be his first time stumbling onto pack land, it also wouldn't be his first time being chased out or challenged. Despite a somewhat imposing muscular build Delsin couldn't fight all that well, as long as he remained defensive if the two strangers decided to attack he might be able to take them on, but it was a gamble.
The mottled brown canine was the first to break the drawn out silence with a comedic throat-clearing. The action quickly brought a small smirk to the cream tinted wolf's muzzle
Okay, so maybe these two aren't hostile just yet. he thought to himself, lifting his head to show them they had his attention. Let's see where this goes.
After a moment longer of hesitation the brute began to trot down the hillside toward the duo. He kept his movements languid, giving off a laid-back, amiable appearance. The closer he got the more easily he identified two small, dull brown shapes laying at the paws of the brown wolf. At first Delsin thought them to be pups, but upon closer inspection he identified them as rabbits.
"Ah! So the hunting is well here, good, good. This place seemed so empty I feared I wouldn't be able to catch even a cold," Delsin stopped a few meters away, his voice holding a friendly, if not distant tone. His eyes were fixed onto the silvery lass, admiring the gentle tones of her pelt. The male received only a passing glance. "But I suppose you're here to see to it I don't hunt, eh? What a shame, you would've made a lovely hunting buddy,"

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by **Zwei** Sat Nov 26, 2016 8:41 pm

-۞-

Zwei could only chalk it up to extreme will power that she didn't turn completely red under Zyro's gaze as he watched her as though he were in a daze, and she might've asked if he okay had he not snapped out of it quickly. The next words to come out of his mouth most certainly made her face crimson as she tried to find some words to somehow comprehend such a statement. She wasn't having much luck with it, and her heart fluttered rapidly for a few moments as he darted off to catch a rabbit. It took almost all of her effort not to mimic his stare as he moved quickly and adeptly to catch another meal between his jaws, but Zwei didn't consider herself widely successful. It was a miracle that she managed to focus her attention when a serious note struck in his voice.

The she-wolf followed his lead with little prodding and was careful to watch her step lest she trip on a root and alert a visitor who might not be pleasant. She'd already seen the dark figure before Zyro alerted her, but Zwei wouldn't act without knowing what Zyro wanted to do despite the ease they managed to keep between them most of the time. The noble leader elected a less smooth approach to the situation in Zwei's point of view, but she merely stood a little straighter when a familiar harsh sound erupted from his throat, eyes set firmly on the dark stranger.

The larger wolf she now perceived to be male took his time to meet them, moving at a smooth, leisurely pace on the autumn hills. By the time he reached them, the dark form showed only friendliness toward them, though his gaze lingered more on her than Zyro, and Zwei nearly squirmed against the constant attention. "Not exactly." The silvery lass offered him a polite smile despite the uncomfortable feelings both his comment and gaze brought. She nudged Zyro with her flank and looked at the leader before turning back to the new visitor. "We just wanted to see who was here and extend our greetings. I'm Zwei, and this is Zyro. We're from the Graywood Alliance which occupies this territory."

Mentioned: Zyro, Delsin

Addressed: ^

OOC: Zwei is taken son, she don't appreciate flirting too much

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by **Zyro** Sat Nov 26, 2016 11:12 pm

ZYRO MEZZI

Ages; that's how long it felt like it took for the dark splotch of a canine to step forward, take form. With each crunch of autumn leaf under their foot Zyro could make out a new detail. First it was that this wolf was biologically male, a relatively average build with broad shoulders and muscle hinting beneath a thick pelt. Next it was the scattering of flora sticking to the coarse hairs along his back, and finally a pair of golden-yellow eyes... though he barely was able to hold the stranger's gaze. Zyro's nose scrunched up on instinct as, for the second time today, Zwei seemed to catch the attention of someone beside himself.

He had never really pondered the subject; hadn't allowed his mind to wander into the what ifs. What if he never had the courage to address Zwei about his growing affections? What if they weren't returned if she did? What if another wolf, one more graceful or charming or less awkward, like Kiaga or this lad, caught her fancy and Zyro was left to host their mating ceremony. Because he would, if this pining was meant to bring him nowhere closer to the female. He'd give his blessings to a million mating ceremonies for her, though he couldn't promise he'd not be sick afterwards. He could hardly hold down last night's dinner just thinking about it.

It wasn't until a gentle flick of familiar fur brushed against his flank that Zyro realized that he hadn't spoken yet. Thankfully Zwei had taken the initiative, and if anything Zyro knew that he was right to put her in the position he did, that he could be proud of her on a business-related level if never a more personal one. He offered the warmest smile he could muster upon hearing himself be introduced. Although whether or not the stranger would catch it in between his gazes at Z's companion was up in the air. As said companion wrapped up her introduction Zyro gave a small nod, continuing on.

"Hunting's getting a bit scarce. The upcoming winter is chasing away anything with a pulse," he began conversationally, easily portraying himself as unbothered as he revved up for the typical recruitment speech - assuming this wanderer was alone, probably eager to join a pack. "I'm Graywood's Royal, and if you're interested in having a place to stay Zwei and I could show you back to the den after we catch a few more rabbits. I know how unforgiving these mountains can be and perhaps you fancy a place to stay for a while, if not permanently." Zyro watched the male carefully, gauging for a reaction to his directness while also subtly raising his tail into a gentle wag, patting Zwei's leg with his plume every few cycles in hopes to... reassure her? Was that why she had nudged him? It had been a while since they had encountered a Newblood, and he knew how timid the sweet girl could get - whether she portrayed it outwardly or not. Regardless, he kept up the silent thumping on her leg (and darkly hoped that the stranger noticed and assumed him and Zwei to be more than friendly, but he kept that to himself.)

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Addressed: Delsin
Mentioned: Zwei, Delsin, Kiaga
Notes:

by **Delsin & Gaho** Sun Nov 27, 2016 12:50 am

Adr. @Zwei @Zyro

Ment. ^

Notes

The brute's gaze remained glued to the female, Zwei as she called herself, as she introduced herself and her companion. Such an exotic name, and the way it rolled off her tongue simply caressed his ears. The name suited her, Delsin decided, a beautiful name for a beautiful lass. He noticed the way she shied away from his gaze and couldn't help but smile at the antic. How precious.
He didn't bother to give his name in return, it wasn't as if they'd see him agai- wait. Delsin blinked as Zwei explained there were only there to... extend their greetings. Huh. That was new. A pack that was willing to share their hunting grounds? Kasper and Mimiteh wouldn't believe him when he told them, they might just split their sides with laughter even.
"Is that so? How... nice of you," he replied, lost for words for a moment. "Zwei, was it? If this is the kind of reception I get around here I might just come back, if only to see your pretty face," The brute added a wink after he'd finished, a move that always managed to work its magic no matter the she-wolf. Though, Delsin had a feeling it would take more than just a wink to win her heart, that is, if Zyro didn't already have a claim. ...Not like that would make a difference to him anyway.
Now, Greywood Alliance, that was a name that Delsin had to ponder for a moment. It was an odd name for a pack in his opinion. What was alliance supposed to mean? An alliance between multiple packs? Perhaps a truce between the indigenous wolves?
The voice of the mottled male broke him from his thoughts, picking up where Zwei left off and introducing himself as a royal of the alliance. Strange, but Delsin supposed it must've been a pack term. The next words from Zyro's mouth.. well, needless to say it practically made his jaw drop. The cream-and-black male was stunned into silence for a few minutes, then, seemingly out of nowhere, he ducked his head and gave a great bout of laughter.
"Ohoho, oh man, all these years of avoiding pack wolves in fear of being attacked who knew all it took to get an offer was a simple greeting," Delsin snorted. "You, Zyro, must either be inane or desperate,"
Kasper was definitely going to get a kick out of this. What a shame he was going to have to say no, he would've loved to get cozy next to Zwei, but his mind wouldn't, couldn't, be changed.
Once he managed to control himself Delsin fixed his yellow hued eyes onto the royal himself, the amusement still clear in his gaze and his voice. "Thanks, but no, I have a place to stay already. However, I will accept the offer to hunt, seeing as you don't mind. And if this-" he angled his muzzle down at the two rabbits. "poor hunting, then I'd loved to see this place in the spring,"
Without waiting for a reply from either Delsin turned and attempted to start off back up the slope. If the two of them could manage to catch a rabbit each so quickly then his family would eat well while they stayed.

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by **Zwei** Sun Nov 27, 2016 4:56 pm

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Zwei listened with warm affection as Zyro did his usual speech reserved for newcomers or anyone that fell into the situation, but the stranger seemed ever focused on Zwei. She couldn't say she enjoyed it very much, if she was honest. A steady thump against her leg was found to be Zyro's tail making itself known and wagging fully, but the pressure was comforting enough that she might've leaned into it had it been one of his more sturdy parts.

This desire only built up more and more when the new male seemed intent to getting her attention in a way she'd never experienced before, and so far, she would only have appreciated the sentiment from Zyro. Thankfully, Zyro's statements seemed to surprise the dark wolf and he took a few moments to himself before grinned in what could've been amusement. He turned them down, but Zwei couldn't say she wished to have a male like that around often, and only offered a patient smile as he took his leave.

"That's a shame, but feel free to seek us out if you need anything. We try to help each other as much as possible." The words might've been a lie directed toward him, but in general, they were quite true. Zwei enjoyed the friendly nature of the pack exponentially compared to being alone or around the mean wolves she'd seen in other packs. Zyro was a bonus, but the whole pack made her place here quite enjoyable despite it's difficulty at times. Thinking about the affection that'd grown for the pack and it's occupants, she scooted a little closer to zyro on the hill, tail curling around to brush against his thigh as she flashed him a smile.

Mentioned: Zyro, Delsin

Addressed: ^^

OOC: woooooooof

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by **Zyro** Mon Nov 28, 2016 1:32 am

ZYRO MEZZI

Trembling. That's the only word to describe Zyro's current state. He listened with faux interest and a dangerously calm smile as the unnamed stranger continued to dote on Zwei, his muscles twitching as if they had to restrain themselves from pouncing forward onto the flirtatious male. Z knew that his reaction to this whole situation was a bit dramatic, but he couldn't seem to help himself. Ever since his consciousness returned to him in the den this morning he had been in a bit of an off mood; too distracted by everyone else's actions, too possessive of a she-wolf that was far from being his.

But he kept up the friendly attitude for appearance's sake, hoping he could fake it until his mind was coaxed into a more genuine state of ease, and listened to what the male had to say. He didn't offer a name, and even went as far as to laugh a bit at Zyro's expense - throwing in a comment about Z's mental health that churned something ugly in his gut. "Well, if you hadn't noticed I did bump my head recently," Zyro tried, speaking the joke over a painfully fake laugh as his scar throbbed on cue, "And I suppose it has made me a bit... inane. More so than usual." He hoped Zwei didn't notice how positively on edge he was. Suddenly the thought of killing rabbits was even more appealing than it had been this morning, his muscles still vibrating with the need to move, to get the hell away from the stranger and maybe a bit away from Zwei, too. Her calming presence a painful reminder of Zyro's own faults and what he didn't have.

The dark male was walking away now, and with each step away from him and Zwei Z could feel his fur smooth a bit further. He'd let the bloke hunt here of course, the word "family" not going unnoticed, but Zyro hoped they wouldn't see much of each other any time soon. Not until he'd calmed down enough to perhaps meet this family that had apparently made themselves cozy in his land and negotiate properly. He was too exhausted from the interaction to think about it.

By now the Flatscape was beginning to take clearer form as the sun drew higher in the sky, illuminating the fog particles that swirled around the trees like a silky river. Zyro took a moment to recollect himself. Kamaal's comments about what Zyro assumed to be his scar, Skylar's masked sadness, Kiaga's burning stare, the new stranger in his hunting ground, and Zwei's sweetly torturous presence were all stones that Z could feel weighing him down, if he focused hard enough. It was tempting to just let them crush him, an easy release it would be as he crumbled beneath their pressure and turned into dust that would probably look stunning under the morning sun's rays... but he couldn't. Not now and not ever; he had a family to look after and that didn't allow time for Zyro to be the things he might've been in the past. He's transported back to his time with Rei, how he was younger and more loud about, well, everything. If something was on his mind, he spoke it, and Rei would listen to all the good and ugly and mean he would spew out but it was okay because he never had to face her for long. She'd run off for a few days and then he'd wake up with a mess of black fur in his face and they'd start the cycle again. She's run and he'd stay. It took him a long while to realize that he kind of hated her for that.

But now Graywood was more than just himself and some random, flighty lass. It was pups and friendships and tension and it was beautiful. All that emotion that Zyro would've poured out to Rei would destroy the happy picture of family he was painting, so he kept it locked up. Insecurity, the hunger for power, possessiveness... they didn't fit into this reality, so he left it in the same corner of his mind where his affections towards Zwei were mutual and where this new rogue, this imperfection on his radar, didn't exist. A dreamland.

By now Zyro's trembling had reduced to a faint shiver. His eyes snapped over to focus on the side of Zwei's face that was facing him, and he let out a deep breath if only to see the hairs on her cheek move. In his midst of internal conflict Zyro hadn't thought to check and see how Zwei had really handled the stranger. She was polite and sweet as ever towards the male... but when was she not those things? Zyro was so gone for her.

"That was... yeah." Smooth. He wriggled his coal-colored nose a bit and glanced at the stranger's retreating form before refocusing on the dark, smooth line that was the top of Zwei's snout. He was going to ask a stupid question, one a bit prodding and perhaps a bit stupid. "Are you okay?" The words were gentle and uncharacteristically timid, but Zyro felt the need to ask. Maybe he was just projecting his own ugly discomfort onto the silvery lass, but he wanted to check regardless before they went back to snagging food for the pack. Even if she thought he was crazy. He kind of was, at this point.

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Addressed: Delsin, Zwei
Mentioned: Delsin, Zwei, Kamaal, Kiaga, Skylar, Rei
Notes: Wow look Jay wrote a novel that makes no sense. Poor Z is feeling emotions and already hates Delsin because he's secretly a moody teenager.

by **Zwei** Mon Nov 28, 2016 11:35 am

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When Zwei finally got a good look at Zyro without the dark wolf there to bother them, the she-wolf finally noticed that he wasn’t quite as calm as he had seemed at a cursory glance. Concern brewed in her stomach, mixing in an anxious combination of overarching affection and desperation. It was becoming a problem, this love, an addicting distraction away from everything else that needed to be attended to with upcoming winter, but was she wrong to want it anyway?

She’d resigned ideas that he liked her back to the far reaches of her mind, and come to terms that he would find a nice wolf to settle down with, no matter how much it hurt just to think about. Willow had always said that love wasn’t easy, that giving so much of yourself to someone brought risks beyond compare, but Zwei had only a meager idea of how such a thing felt. Losing Willow had hurt as though she herself were dying the ground, a heavy, persistent pain that didn’t even leave her fully now. Would losing Zyro hurt like that? Would she feel her heart sink as he bound himself with another wolf for life, someone who wasn’t her, who could never be her?

Zwei wasn’t sure she wanted to know, if the she-wolf was honest with herself. It would completely crush her fantasies, the little scenes from her dreams where she and Zyro loved each other and showed it in the simplest gestures, ones that somehow meant the most. She didn’t let herself fall into the trap set by them. It took only a look to know that there were better ones out there for Zyro than Zwei, strong, confident, beautiful wolves with lovely coats and teeth that could fight.

Dwelling on things like that too long almost made Zwei mourn her dreams, and she snapped back to attention as said male seemed to turned to her. With a twitch of dark ears, she could only smile warmly, if not a little worriedly, toward Zyro and move a little closer. “I’m fine, all in one piece, see?” She joked, making a show of checking for all her body parts in hope to see the male relax a bit. “Are you okay? You acted a bit strange out there.” Zwei made the bold move to move an obsidian nose close to the scar on his head, golden-brown eyes looking for any sign it wasn’t healed properly. It was through this motion that she might’ve turned a bit red, but also noticed that Zyro was indeed trembling a bit. She took this excuse to move yet closer now, fur pressing against fur in an effort to help a bit. “You’re shaking, are you sure you’re okay? Surely that heaping mass of fur leaves you warm enough?” Her last sentence might’ve had a more joking tone, but Zyro would know that she was very serious in her inquiries by now, grey-toned snout moving as she looked for any physical reason he might be shaking.

Did it have something to do with her? Did annoyance cause shaking? Zyro had showed nothing but pleasantness toward her, but she might’ve found it hard to smile if it was all an act. “You know, Zyro, I don’t know if I’ve ever said this, but I really like this place. I know you have a lot of stress on your shoulders, but you’re doing such an amazing job! You show such care for the pack, for the land, for everyone, like I’ve never seen before. You’re just...really great okay? And I’m here for anything you need, whether it be for a hunt or just a nice talk sometimes.”

Oh god, Zwei was getting a bit sappy. This wasn’t too out of place, was it? Was she overstepping her boundary's?

“I’ve never told anyone this, guess I never had anyone to tell, but before I came here, I was alone. I had been raised by a she-wolf- Willow...Willow was amazing. She was the kindest, strongest wolf I’ve ever known, lost her mate and her pups, but somehow had the heart, in the prime of her grief, to take me in. I had...no one, no family, no siblings, and she took care of me like her own child without any help. But...” Zwei could feel her throat fill with thick emotion now. “She got sick...died...and I had no one for a while, until I came here. You don’t know how much it meant that you were so kind and accepting, when most of the other packs I’d met were hostile, cold wolves who’d rather tear me alive, you only invited me in and offered food and a home. It was...it was really cool, okay? You gave me a new home and a place in the world I can call my home, so don’t worry okay? We can get through anything, this pack of ours.” With a rather bold move, but one she deemed necessary for the moment, Zwei fit her head against his neck, silvery-tones clashing with the brown and reds of his thick fur. “We’ll figure everything out, nothing can beat us.”

It took a few moments for Zwei to realize that she hadn’t quite mentioned the pack as much as she’d like to make it sound less like a...confession and more like a motivational speech, but the lass could at least count that there was no way Zyro would take it as so. It was only in her dreams that Zwei would have such luck, and her dreams were far away with the sun high in the sky as it was. She took the moment to curl her tail about his as well as it could and try to ignore how romantic the gesture might be were she not just trying to comfort him in some manner. “I believe in you, Zyro.”

Mentioned: ZYro

Addressed: the z man himself, the pack sorta?

OOC: writing this killed my heart like five times at least so uh, have fun zyro with his fest of feels I conjured up. What a nice hunting trip were having

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by **Delsin & Gaho** Mon Nov 28, 2016 3:12 pm

Adr.

Ment. @Zyro @Zwei

Away he gooooess

As the loner retreated back up the hillside he spared a brief moment to glance over his shoulder at the pack wolves once more. This time is wasn't the beautiful Zwei that garnered his attention, but instead Zyro was under the brute's scrutiny, though the silvery lass did receive one last passing gaze. He was curious to know why the she-wolf's mate didn't step up to put an end to his flirting. Perhaps they weren't mates after all? Seeing the way the female was currently pressing up against the mottled brute's side he seriously doubted that. Eh, maybe Zyro was just the polite type. Poor guy.
Pushing the encounter from his mind Delsin faced forward and continued up the slope. He didn't stop until he reached it's far end, plenty of space for him and the other wolves to hunt without getting in each other's way. The familiar sense of loneliness began to settle in right around then; the area was still deathly silent and the lack of noise was driving him nuts. Despite his lifestyle, or rather what pack wolves thought his lifestyle was, Delsin was not a wolf that could survive on his own. Well, realistically speaking he could survive, but it would not be a happy life for him. He needed others around, if only to break the silence.
It was then he caught the scent of deer idling warmly on the breeze, breaking him out of dismal thoughts. Right, the sooner he caught something to feed himself and the others the sooner he could ditch the solitude. Bringing his head up from the ground Delsin immediately caught sight of the prey animals, four or five individuals gathered around the edge of the treeline. They looked to be all females with a couple smaller deer that might've been that year's young. Even without a buck in sight the brute knew he had no hope of bringing down a deer, but it was nice to know at least one population was surviving in the area. And, even better, they all looked healthy from what he could tell.
Not wanting to disturb the grazing does Delsin slunk away from the area, heading in the direction of the center of the field. He took only a few steps before a slight movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Slowly turning his head the male fixed his golden gaze onto a red squirrel, who had also fixed its eyes on him. Neither creature dared to move as they stared each other down.
It wouldn't make much of a meal, but the loner wasn't one to turn down prey when it was sitting right in right of him. As quick as his bulky body would allow Delsin lunged forward, in the same moment the squirrel darted away, breaking for a nearby oak to climb. At the very last moment, just as the rodent's claws scrapped the bark, the wolf's jaws closed around its tail and jerked it back to the ground. The squirrel gave only a single high pitched squeal before Delsin took its life.
Hardly a mouthful, but eh, food's food.

The brute added a rabbit to his small kill pile before calling it a day. The sun had surely risen some since his descent into the valley and the others were probably all but starving by then. As curious as he was about the pack that called the territory their home, and as little he was looking forward to a trip back through the forest, Delsin couldn't spend any more time away. He'd no doubt be back again for more food sooner or later, and once Mimiteh was taken care of he could dedicate more time to exploring the land.

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by **Zyro** Mon Nov 28, 2016 4:43 pm

ZYRO MEZZI

Zyro was gnawing on the side of his cheek as he waited for a response, but let out a miniscule sigh at Zwei's gentle smile. If he had stepped over any boundaries, she didn't show it. In fact she only huddled closer, pointing out in light spirits that she was indeed fine, while Zyro took the opportunity to do a quick once over of her frame anyway. It seemed she had much the same idea however, parroting his question and peering closely at his scar before looking around his body. Zyro flinched minutely under the gaze but ceased his shivering as she pressed in close; a familiar feeling against his side that made him want to melt into a puddle. "Yeah, I-I'm good," he murmured, tripping over his words but keeping the tone of his voice smooth and low as to not disturb the little bubble of peace Zwei had created for him. "It's just one of those days, I guess. M'not in the friend-making mood." It was a vague enough answer, he thought, but not a lie. He simply left out the part where he wanted to run the stranger out of Graywood for even so much at glancing at Zwei, the part where he was pathetically in love with her.

Zyro took the chance to move in closer, eliminating any empty space between their sides as he counted the beats of slow, thick silence that enveloped the next few moments. He reasoned that if she was willing to show the affection then it was probably more acceptable now than ever to return it - even if she shied away from his touch in the end. It wasn't long before the silvery wolf was speaking to him in ways he had only heard from her in his fantasies, him hanging onto every flattering word and intimate revelation about past years as if it were oxygen. All this, it was a heavier shift in his mood, and yet it was so much more welcome compared to any other interaction he'd had all day. Zwei was baring a part of her most protected stash of thoughts to him, casting them out like a lifeline that was saving him from drifting away in his own ocean of worries.

Z relished in the sweet ache in his chest, letting himself pretend for a moment that this was his daily reality and not something that would only hurt him at the end of the day when it was just himself and his thoughts, reliving these moments a thousand times over. His heart was beating so hard that he feared she would see it, but the anxiety only spiked in the most glorious way as her head eventually found home in his neck. Willow. A name Z had never heard, but immediately adored. He never subscribed to any belief in the afterlife, but in the moment with the lass he loved tangled around his side Zyro sent up a silent thanks in case Willow would be on the receiving end. For taking in Zwei, raising her, protecting her while Zyro wasn't even aware of her existence to do it.

It was Zwei's final words - “I believe in you, Zyro” - that had finally elicited a noise from him. A gentle, tuneless hum. His tail curled around hers and in slow movements Zyro tucked his chin down to snuffle a bit behind her ear while bringing her head more tightly towards his chest, as if he could press her right in between his ribs and let her live there. He preferred the female to his own heart, anyway. "I am sorry about your Willow. She sounds amazing, and I have proof that she was right here, just by looking at you." He gave her tail a little brush wherever it wasn't twirled around his own. "Someone like you couldn't be raised on any shortness of love. I can only hope to make her proud in protecting you now that it's my turn." Zyro left it at that, swallowing thickly around the weight that his words carried. He hoped she could hear the sincerity in his tone, and maybe a few things he left unsaid.

Rei, Margo, his family, everyone he had loved and lost would remain as stories left to be told at another time. He would share them with Zwei, he now knew, but perhaps at a later date when he wasn't so close to telling her everything his heart felt. When Willow's memory wasn't their focus. "And thank you. For believing in me and telling me about Willow. For everything, Zwei." By now Zyro's eyes were closed to the world. Everything he wanted to see was being felt instead - the warmth of her fur clashing it's silvery tones against his golden ones. "You give me more strength than you know." It was a whisper. Perhaps she wouldn't hear it, but he was content in the way that maybe at least the trees had heard it. That the words existed in a space outside of his own thoughts.

With an amount of difficulty that was no doubt unhealthy, Zyro managed after a minute of silence to remove his head from the top of Zwei's. He lowered it down to that his eyes were level with hers, but he was looking instead at the dead pair of rabbits at their feet. Were the small creatures lovers? A sick part of Zyro hoped maybe they were, so each didn't have to exist in a world without the other, that they were at least still together now and their remains would sink into the earth side by side back at the densite. It took him a moment to look back at Zwei, the action a bit easier now that she at least knew he was fond of her. Hopefully. Maybe he'd get away with more of these gentle touches and sweet words in the future now that they'd had this. "We should probably grab a few more. For the kids, I mean." It was a weak and nearly silent introduction of the earlier joke about their packmates, but everything about Zyro was weak right now. He'd wait until Zwei spoke before he did anything more.

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Addressed: Zwei
Mentioned: Zwei, Kamaal, Delsin
Notes: wow this took me forever and is still like eh. nice hunting trip indeed, good lord.

by **Zwei** Mon Nov 28, 2016 7:47 pm

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Zwei’s heart might’ve exploded in her chest when Zyro did the complete opposite of reject her intimate affections, tucking her closer in a way she hadn’t experienced in some time. Her feeble hope grew strong at the idea that maybe he didn’t entirely reject the concept of having her as something closer, especially with his next words. She was very surprised she wasn’t little blushing bits of Zwei on the ground. If it meant something more, if he was offering what Zwei might’ve killed a thousant rabbits for, then she was more than willing to stay in his arms as long as he wished.

The silver female could’ve stayed like this forever, in fact, but after enough words had been shared to make her feel warm and fuzzy, ready to bust with rapid thoughts and a wildly thumping heart, they disconnected. She has a lovely view of his eyes, rusted amber sap that wouldn’t look out of a place against one of the maple trees that had once surrounded her den, but it took a moment for those orbs to lock onto her’s again.

“Yeah, uh, let’s catch some more. Don’t want any of them starving, they’d have our heads.” It was a weak joke, followed by the softest smile she’d ever made toward anyone, and she slowly made a little distance between them afterwards. Tails and fur disconnected, and she desperately forced her mind to focus a bit against the dying grases of the field in hopes of seeing something. Once she’d caught sight of another dark blob against the ground, it took little time for her to set another rabbit on the pile they were building. “Let’s see what you got, old man!” She challenged a bit breathlessly, tail wagging behind her with leftover adrenaline.

Mentioned: Zyro

Addressed: ^^

OOC: We did it, they had a moment~ I'm so happy <3333

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by **Zyro** Tue Nov 29, 2016 4:58 pm

ZYRO MEZZI

Zyro couldn't help but frown a bit as Zwei moved away, the feeling of them separating as harsh as peeling velcro to him. But he quickly recovered. Watched carefully as she darted away towards another victim. Z made sure to be as still as a tree in the background, not wanting to interfere with the swift, concentrated strikes Zwei was delivering - that only a wolf focused in mid-hunt could deliver. Eventually she trotted back and added to their heap of food, Zyro finally breaking out of his statuesque position to wag his tail with an impressed smile.

"Pretty good," he admitted, raising his brow high in a teasing manner, "but let the 'old man' show you how it's really done." His expression turned sinister as he crouched low, slinking his comically large body around until he spotted what appeared to be a chipmunk at the base of a tree, it's cheeks fat with nuts that were likely meant for the impending winter. With another glance around Zyro decided that it would do, seen as there wasn't another rabbit to be seen quite yet, and simply followed his instincts.

Although his instincts were apparently on vacation today. By the time Zyro was about to end the hunt he had full-body slammed into the tree, only narrowly able to swipe the rodent with his large paw to prevent it from escaping before fumbling forward to snap it's neck. After the shitshow was finally over, Z was a panting heap on the ground, his body twisted awkwardly and the dead chipmunk being half crushed under his weight. Forgetting for a moment that he had an audience the Royal couldn't help but let out a loud cackle at his own ridiculousness, eyes squinting and stomach cramping because really? He knew he was a pretty bad huntsman but really?

It took him a moment to calm down before Z's gaze landed on Zwei and he scrambled back up, grabbing the chipmunk and slinking over to add it to the stash with an embarrassed flush well hidden under his fur. "And that," he cleared his throat and shook autumn's leaves off his pelt, "is how it's done. I'm clearly a vision of grace." By now the humiliation was settled in, Zyro kind of wishing he could curl up and die so that he could never make an ass of himself like that again. At least it was just Zwei, he told himself while shooting her a dopey smile, trying to mask his internal screaming. She's too nice to be cruel.

Another chunk of time passed and Zyro managed to add on squirrel - which sure, it was already like half dead, but he did most of the work ok? - to the pile and he was ready to call it a day at the Flatscape. Amber eyes turned to catch sight of Zwei, his temple aching a bit as he let out a long stream of air, trying to portray his exhaustion. "Reckon that's all I got in me today, Zwei. I'm ready to get these back to the den when you are."

By now the day's earlier, heavier events were a mere shadow in Zyro's mind. Hunting was easy, especially so when he was around someone like Zwei who lifted his spirits and humored his teasing nature, and it helped to suppress any morose thoughts he'd been sitting on into a box in his mind. One he would worry about revisiting later. In a quick train of thought Zyro also remembered Kamaal's hunting party, Z's teeth immediately gnawing on his tongue in concern. "Plus, I'd like to check that Skylar and Chrys aren't somewhere in a ditch. Kamaal's probably using them as chew toys."

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Addressed: Zwei
Mentioned: Zwei, Kam, Sky, Chrys
Notes: lol z is such a loser

by **Zwei** Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:09 am

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It took a large amount of effort to not burst out laughing and accidently ruin Zyro's 'hunt' as the male's proclaimed prowess seemed a bit absent, if his slamming into trees and fumbling around was any indication. Zwei found it easier to hold back the amusement bubbling in her chest when she instead focused on the friendly smile that he shot her frequently, something warm and comforting rising in her chest at even the thought. By the time he dragged himself over again with the exceptionally dead chipmunk, Zwei made sure to offer a patient look and slid her fur along his as she moved beside him to find more prey. "You're the most graceful thing I've ever seen, oh noble royal." Zwei called back with a grin.

They'd ended up with a few rabbits, a fat chipmunk or two, and even a mouth that might've made a decent breakfast for one of the younger ones. It wasn't the best haul they'd had, but with winter approaching and a hunt for large prey not possible with just the two of them, it would do. Zwei settled beside Zyro and rested her tail on his while she took the time for a little break. "Shame your grace has run out, it was a lovely sight." She joked briefly before throwing her head back and looking up at the sky, "I'm ready too, this should be enough for the morning. We could always try to get a bigger hunting party together later for something larger. We should probably do it anyway at some point." After a few more seconds, the silvery-coated female stood up again and did a small stretch before gazing at Zyro warmly, "Let's go check on the 'kids', eh?" After filing her mouth with as much of the pile as she could, she waited for his direction.

Mentioned: Zyro

Addressed: Zyro

OOC: how do wolves do air quotes, like, can they even do that? ya know what, let's pretend

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by **Nova** Sat Dec 17, 2016 3:27 am

The small lonely figure stood out in the midst of the colorful area. She was the only current sign of life wandering back to the lovely family she had. Or did have. Isn't did have the same as had you lousy wolf? Nova thought to herself sheepishly. The little she wolf had been gone for who even knows how long. Maybe long enough to be forgotten, long enough to have missed any deaths or newcomers. Nova sighed a disappointed sigh. Of course it was all her fault, she decided to leave, if you could call it that. Could she call it that? Goodness she had to stop questioning her thoughts.. or did she.. ANYWAYS YOU CRAZY MUMBLING SHE WOLF she huffed already feeling exasperated with herself. That's it, her fur was ruffled, she was already tired of her annoying thoughts. Where was this even going? Oh yes, her home.

Nova was very much eager to return, the reason behind her hesitation was the uncertainty of how the rest of the pack or her leader would react to her sudden disappearance. With one paw in front of the other, she ignored her the beautiful scenery, too plagued with negativity. What if they hated her or ran her out? What if they wanted to hurt her? Why did this feel like the first time meeting them all over again. She almost wanted to cry. Almost. With one violent shake of the head, she lifted her head up and howled. She howled for her return, and howled to signal that she wasn't a trespasser. At least that's how she hoped they wouldn't see her as.

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