Blessed Be Time [Open]

[Synski]

Autumn. A season that ended summer and started the harsh winter, yet turned the trees a glorious russet and gold. A season where food became scarce and rains became plenty, yet the land struggled and fought back, preparing for the oncoming winter. Syndarblen rather liked Autumn. The colours on the trees, the dewy mornings and most of all, the fact that the heat of summer was over. Carefully cleaning and sorting the ebony feathers that lined her wings, the large Ferith thought over the happenings of the past few years. The disease had spread further than anyone had originally thought it would, till it eventually killed off more than half of all the wolves and ruined the land. The remainder, including herself, had fled to a far land in fear of it. Many years later and she was the first to return, finding the land a paradise once more. No sign of the disease remained, although she was still careful to keep watch for signs of it. She hoped fervently that it was over, finally, and that the others could return without fear, to rebuild what they lost. That reminded her, she was here to seek out any returners to the land. The Pecca forest bordered the great mountain pass through which they had fled. She was certain that, unless they could fly like she could, they would return through the forest. Snorting, she folded her wings neatly against her amber patterned sides, shook her pelt and rose to her paws. Her four white-metal sabers glinted in the weak sunlight as she turned her proud, savage head to survey the land and scent the air. "Hmm. Isss that a tang of canine that i can ssscent upon the wind? I dearly hope ssso." Speaking aloud to herself with her usual lilt, she tilted her head and searched for more information. There were many other creatures around these parts, it might not be another Wolf. It could just be a fox or something. Best to find out. Rising to her paws, she shook her pelt free of dust and continued along the well-used track she was on. She knew the way well, she'd been down here two to three times a day for each day she'd spent back in Penultimate, fervently hoping that another would come along. The land seemed so lonely, so.. empty without others. Of course, Syndarblen wasn't averse to a little time on her own, but weeks of no-company could bring any wolf down, especially a Ferith. Snorting softly, placing each ebony paw in front of the other, the Ferith stalked through the undergrowth, continually scenting the air and the ground, searching for any sight or sound. Where was the owner of that fleeting canine scent?

[Lukah]

The strange land that seemed so empty was of little comfort to Lukah. He was not the type who relished the endless silence, that couldn't be broken by his voice. Yes, he had been so longing to hear a voice, any voice, but whenever he listened hard, searched out for another mind, there was dead silence.
The young, snow white teppekith was sprawled out on the ground, his black rimmed ears straining to here noises that weren't there, his ebony eyes narrowed in concentration, as he tried and failed to make contact with another. Heaving a sigh, he dropped his head to his paws, the gold hoop in the outer base of his right ear bouncing a little, before causing the ear to droop. Where were the others, that he was sure would inhabit the land? Where were the male and female that he had mt on his journey? They said they'd be coming soon. Obviously not soon enough... Lukah was normally a patient soul, but he'd gone too long without hearing anything, wih his ears or his mind.
But a far off noise, like a whisper, had him up of is feet in no time, and he froze, his ears pricked, and his mind reaching out. It was uncertain whether he'd heard something with his ears or his mind, but he was listening hard with both, his nose twitching, for only a moment, the wind was going the wrong way. He heard another noise, a far off hissing sound. Automatically, his lame leg came up, ready for him to flee on three legs. He stood still, no longer reaching out with his mind, incase it gave him away.
Eventuallt, a huge black female, with wings, two pairs of sabre teeth (clearly a Ferith feature), and orange markings on her face appeared. Lukah stared for a moment, his black eyes never breaking the stare, his black markings like tear trails bold on his white face, before placing his lame leg back down, and lowering his chest to the ground, bowing in submission. He was not foolish, he was not going to ask for a fight with the first wolf he'd met here. He wasn't going to 'speak' just yet, either. He was going to wait his turn, to find out if this femme was hostile, as some feriths he had known.

[Synski]

Caught up so in her search, the Ferith in question nearly didn't notice the scent of the Teppekith, but she was lucky. Pausing in the midst of her stride, the she-wolf perked her ears and took a large sniff of the air. There it was again, that scent. Subconsciously waving her tail from side to side in building excitement, Syndarblen began to stride forwards, all senses alert and waiting. The scent was quite strong, so she knew the bearer was nearby, but when she saw him, she was a little surprised. A Teppekith? She had a very low opinion of that breed and she had hoped to be meeting a D'yanlith, or even better, a K'ypahzith. Well, he'd have to do.
Walking forward a few places, she couldn't help but be pleased that he showed respect and submitted to her. It was something she liked. Holding her long furred tail high to show that she obviously held position, she tilted her head to one side, holding his stare, before running her gaze over his form. He looked to be a little ragged, with a near useless leg and other much smaller injuries. However, she had to admit, his snow-white pelt was quite handsome, with it's bold black markings. Scenting the air once again as she towered over him, she filtered the information into her brain. He was a packless loner, for there were few scents of other wolves on him. He was also in the prime of his life, about 4 or 5 years old. There was a good opportunity here, but she thought it through carefully. Here she was, alone on the land, Monarch of an empty pack. And here was a loner, even if he was a Teppekith. He'd have to work harder than most to get her respect, but a Teppekith was better than nothing.
"Welcome sstranger, to Penultimate. What iss your name and what bringss you here?" Her voice was strong, lilting and slow, her gaze never leaving the male as she spoke. Her amber-orange eyes gleamed as she watched him. It was his choice of actions and words now that determined her reply and her actions later, and she could be quite quick tempered when she wanted to be.

[finished]
[it's a pretty awful post but ]