Werewolves (RP 9): The Song of the Mountain - Part 1
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:03 pmAddie
Logan watched the creature take off and loosed a stale breath from within her lungs. Her breath had caught, but perhaps not from fear. There had been some exchange made in a glance, and only looking briefly towards the woods from whence she had come, she turned her eyes again on the shadow and took up after him.
Hers was a slow but well enduring pace. She felt the cold slate and gravel beneath her feet, and was mindful to take precautions where necessary-there were places where the earth felt likely to give out and she would quickly correct her path away from them. Perhaps there was even concern on her brow for her fellow pack member as she followed Timothy's treacherous path.
Addie
Logan watched the creature take off and loosed a stale breath from within her lungs. Her breath had caught, but perhaps not from fear. There had been some exchange made in a glance, and only looking briefly towards the woods from whence she had come, she turned her eyes again on the shadow and took up after him.
Hers was a slow but well enduring pace. She felt the cold slate and gravel beneath her feet, and was mindful to take precautions where necessary-there were places where the earth felt likely to give out and she would quickly correct her path away from them. Perhaps there was even concern on her brow for her fellow pack member as she followed Timothy's treacherous path.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:03 pmMae
Upward, on ever more treacherous terrain, Timothy bounded. His pace was so much quicker than Logan that he would have lost her had there been a left or a right on which to turn. But there was only one path. Steeply it ran upward, never leveling or becoming more secure.
Very soon even Timothy had to watch his step and be mindful of his pace. Rocks were giving way at every step. The ten foot ledge had increased to twenty, then thirty, then fifty feet. On one side was a wall, on the other was a cliff. Timothy continued to climb as swiftly as he dared.
Mae
Upward, on ever more treacherous terrain, Timothy bounded. His pace was so much quicker than Logan that he would have lost her had there been a left or a right on which to turn. But there was only one path. Steeply it ran upward, never leveling or becoming more secure.
Very soon even Timothy had to watch his step and be mindful of his pace. Rocks were giving way at every step. The ten foot ledge had increased to twenty, then thirty, then fifty feet. On one side was a wall, on the other was a cliff. Timothy continued to climb as swiftly as he dared.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:03 pmAddie
Why would he run? This was the question Logan wanted to know the answer to. If he feared her, she wanted to know why. Did he intend to do her harm? Certainly this would be the place- the only way to go was backwards, or forward, past Timothy... so she cautiously concluded that was not the nature of the journey.
Logan's pace slowed to a steady and cautious walk, and even a low, slow crouch in places where the path narrowed more so.. The air seemed thinner up here, and the trees looked all too far away...
"Timothy...?"
She continued onwards, but her trust of the mountainside was steadily diminishing.
Addie
Why would he run? This was the question Logan wanted to know the answer to. If he feared her, she wanted to know why. Did he intend to do her harm? Certainly this would be the place- the only way to go was backwards, or forward, past Timothy... so she cautiously concluded that was not the nature of the journey.
Logan's pace slowed to a steady and cautious walk, and even a low, slow crouch in places where the path narrowed more so.. The air seemed thinner up here, and the trees looked all too far away...
"Timothy...?"
She continued onwards, but her trust of the mountainside was steadily diminishing.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:03 pmMae
Timothy went onward, undeterred. Then he came suddenly to the end of the road.
Staring at the steep landslide Timothy searched for a way to escape. The road led him nearly to the peak of the mountain, but it would lead no farther. Rocks and boulders fell steeply downhill at his fingertips, down to where the two rocky slopes met. He could see the path on the other side. It was less than half a mile away and led into the valley beyond the mountain, yet the distance from ledge to ledge was unattainable.
Logan would be here soon... Timothy had to decide whether to face her, or the rocks in his way.
Mae
Timothy went onward, undeterred. Then he came suddenly to the end of the road.
Staring at the steep landslide Timothy searched for a way to escape. The road led him nearly to the peak of the mountain, but it would lead no farther. Rocks and boulders fell steeply downhill at his fingertips, down to where the two rocky slopes met. He could see the path on the other side. It was less than half a mile away and led into the valley beyond the mountain, yet the distance from ledge to ledge was unattainable.
Logan would be here soon... Timothy had to decide whether to face her, or the rocks in his way.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:03 pmAddie
At last Timothy had stopped. There was no more road, what else could he do? Logan's eyes looked beyond him, at the short drop he faced. She kept her distance, and lowered her head against a bitterly cold draft, whipping dark stands of hair against her cheeks and reminding her of the night riding swiftly in on the breeze. Switching the spear into her opposite hand, she moved her hair behind her ear and rested her gaze on Timothy.
Her breath came steady and deep, her chest rising and falling. She lowered herself to a squat and let the staff rest beside her against the wall, then draped her arms over her knees.
"As a child..." she began, the cold beginning to make the hairs on her arms stand, "I feared nothing.." she let her eyes drift towards the ledge, then back again. "I told this to my grandfather, who was my guardian.." she added. "He said, 'you will learn to fear..." she looked contemplative, a deep stitch in the bridge of her brow. "I did not know what it means- why would I learn such a thing? So useless, it seemed.. I thought I was powerful, because I had no fear."
She looked up at the sky, gray clouds looming overhead.
"My grandfather told me this; you cannot be strong until you know fear. Still I did not understand.. then some things happened, and I had fear. I learned to be afraid. Only.. I have barely learned to look at it, and understand. If you never have fear, you are not more strong. If you have fear, you are not more strong. If you have fear, and face it, you become strong."
She drew in a deep breath, but it didn't offer much help-the air up here was thin and lifeless.
"Do not you know what you fear? You are like me, as a child- not afraid, before knowing fear. You do not fear me, or Kratos... then what?" she looked on, genuine curiosity, and concern in her expression.
Addie
At last Timothy had stopped. There was no more road, what else could he do? Logan's eyes looked beyond him, at the short drop he faced. She kept her distance, and lowered her head against a bitterly cold draft, whipping dark stands of hair against her cheeks and reminding her of the night riding swiftly in on the breeze. Switching the spear into her opposite hand, she moved her hair behind her ear and rested her gaze on Timothy.
Her breath came steady and deep, her chest rising and falling. She lowered herself to a squat and let the staff rest beside her against the wall, then draped her arms over her knees.
"As a child..." she began, the cold beginning to make the hairs on her arms stand, "I feared nothing.." she let her eyes drift towards the ledge, then back again. "I told this to my grandfather, who was my guardian.." she added. "He said, 'you will learn to fear..." she looked contemplative, a deep stitch in the bridge of her brow. "I did not know what it means- why would I learn such a thing? So useless, it seemed.. I thought I was powerful, because I had no fear."
She looked up at the sky, gray clouds looming overhead.
"My grandfather told me this; you cannot be strong until you know fear. Still I did not understand.. then some things happened, and I had fear. I learned to be afraid. Only.. I have barely learned to look at it, and understand. If you never have fear, you are not more strong. If you have fear, you are not more strong. If you have fear, and face it, you become strong."
She drew in a deep breath, but it didn't offer much help-the air up here was thin and lifeless.
"Do not you know what you fear? You are like me, as a child- not afraid, before knowing fear. You do not fear me, or Kratos... then what?" she looked on, genuine curiosity, and concern in her expression.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:03 pmIndy
Jackie was not behind Logan. She had seen the path her opponent had chosen through the thickest stretches of forest wherein she would be at disadvantage, and she picked a different path. She veered to the right, once more at the high ground where the forest animals had trampled down the brambles. It was not difficult to track Logan as she crashed noisily through the undergrowth. In easy quiet strides she kept Logan’s pace, though she could not see her through the thick green curtain.
Yet soon Jackie became aware she was a hunter that chased no prey; the sound of snapping twigs and unsettled foliage ceased. Her feet savored the rush of speed such that they carried her several meters more before she stopped. She tilted her head and listened, hearing distant birdsong and the scurry of squirrels. It was only what the forest wished to reveal to her.
Unsatisfied, she backtracked and worked downhill. Here the ground had opened up, which while it may have been an advantage in a pursuit, revealed less of Logan’s passing. She inhaled deeply instead, the green forest scents washing over her. She moved carefully, until she pinpointed what she desired. She could detect Logan’s lingering scent. And another.
Her eyes brightened like daggers. Timothy. It seemed clear Logan had followed him, but where had he come from? She searched for a third scent, but detected none. She considered the two paths ahead of her, one fresh and easy to follow, the other fading and leading nowhere. After a moment of silence, she took the other.
Indy
Jackie was not behind Logan. She had seen the path her opponent had chosen through the thickest stretches of forest wherein she would be at disadvantage, and she picked a different path. She veered to the right, once more at the high ground where the forest animals had trampled down the brambles. It was not difficult to track Logan as she crashed noisily through the undergrowth. In easy quiet strides she kept Logan’s pace, though she could not see her through the thick green curtain.
Yet soon Jackie became aware she was a hunter that chased no prey; the sound of snapping twigs and unsettled foliage ceased. Her feet savored the rush of speed such that they carried her several meters more before she stopped. She tilted her head and listened, hearing distant birdsong and the scurry of squirrels. It was only what the forest wished to reveal to her.
Unsatisfied, she backtracked and worked downhill. Here the ground had opened up, which while it may have been an advantage in a pursuit, revealed less of Logan’s passing. She inhaled deeply instead, the green forest scents washing over her. She moved carefully, until she pinpointed what she desired. She could detect Logan’s lingering scent. And another.
Her eyes brightened like daggers. Timothy. It seemed clear Logan had followed him, but where had he come from? She searched for a third scent, but detected none. She considered the two paths ahead of her, one fresh and easy to follow, the other fading and leading nowhere. After a moment of silence, she took the other.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:03 pmTeg
Saber stood still for several minutes before deciding whatever he thought was there wasn't worth waiting for any longer. So he turned back to his original course, and began slowly proceeding forward. He did his best to tread lightly on the forest floor in an attempt to minimize the sound he created so he could listen for the movements of that which followed him. The fact that whatever it was hadn't attacked him yet mildly puzzled him; So he listened, curious to see if it would continue its quiet pursuit.
Teg
Saber stood still for several minutes before deciding whatever he thought was there wasn't worth waiting for any longer. So he turned back to his original course, and began slowly proceeding forward. He did his best to tread lightly on the forest floor in an attempt to minimize the sound he created so he could listen for the movements of that which followed him. The fact that whatever it was hadn't attacked him yet mildly puzzled him; So he listened, curious to see if it would continue its quiet pursuit.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:03 pmKaqurei
Saber need not try very hard to be silent in the mountain. The incline of the mountain was a steady, gradual rise--one felt more that they were going deep into the mountain, rather than up it. And it would seem the deeper he went, the more willing the ground and tree was to swallow the sound of his footsteps... and any other. If Saber had often the experience to hike in the wilderness, he might have found the silence peculiar. Birds did not sing. Though, now and again, there would be a soft snap or crack as something moving in the branches of the trees or the dense forest undergrowth disturbed dry timber. In the distance, somewhere, he could hear the flow of a river or a waterfall, perhaps. There was the eerie sigh of a wolf howling some where else, further on.
Strangest of all, should he come to notice it, the rich green scent of pine soon began to dim in his nostrils. Adjusting to it, perhaps? Too fast...
And then there was movement, just out of the corner of his eye--ahead of him, not behind. Something white. She chose to reveal herself then. Not the sort of person one would expect to find; certainly nothing like the homely folks of the town from which he'd just come. There was something unearthly--inhuman--about the woman garbed in white, whose long platinum-blond hair tumbled down her back and over her shoulders in waves. The dew of the woods dampened her hair, her face and bare feet and arms still moist with it. She did not stand as though she meant to hide. She stood as if she'd always stood there, watching, waiting.
Her face was without expression, but her bright green eyes were sharp, intense, focused. She did not speak, and seemed to go on waiting, watching him.
Kaqurei
Saber need not try very hard to be silent in the mountain. The incline of the mountain was a steady, gradual rise--one felt more that they were going deep into the mountain, rather than up it. And it would seem the deeper he went, the more willing the ground and tree was to swallow the sound of his footsteps... and any other. If Saber had often the experience to hike in the wilderness, he might have found the silence peculiar. Birds did not sing. Though, now and again, there would be a soft snap or crack as something moving in the branches of the trees or the dense forest undergrowth disturbed dry timber. In the distance, somewhere, he could hear the flow of a river or a waterfall, perhaps. There was the eerie sigh of a wolf howling some where else, further on.
Strangest of all, should he come to notice it, the rich green scent of pine soon began to dim in his nostrils. Adjusting to it, perhaps? Too fast...
And then there was movement, just out of the corner of his eye--ahead of him, not behind. Something white. She chose to reveal herself then. Not the sort of person one would expect to find; certainly nothing like the homely folks of the town from which he'd just come. There was something unearthly--inhuman--about the woman garbed in white, whose long platinum-blond hair tumbled down her back and over her shoulders in waves. The dew of the woods dampened her hair, her face and bare feet and arms still moist with it. She did not stand as though she meant to hide. She stood as if she'd always stood there, watching, waiting.
Her face was without expression, but her bright green eyes were sharp, intense, focused. She did not speak, and seemed to go on waiting, watching him.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:04 pmTeg
It wasn't long after Saber began to pay close attention to the sounds around him that it finally dawned on him what was off; His senses for the first time in over two months felt vaguely… normal. There wasn't much to hear or smell; Having no real answer for it, Saber just kept moving onward, almost savoring the tiny taste of normalcy it seemed to offer him.
A bit distracted now, it took Saber a brief moment before noticing Sabrina's ghostly figure off in the distance. Once he did however, he stopped and returned her intense gaze back, his dark brown eyes narrowing. Seeing as this was clearly her territory, Saber stood there and waited for her to make the first move.
Teg
It wasn't long after Saber began to pay close attention to the sounds around him that it finally dawned on him what was off; His senses for the first time in over two months felt vaguely… normal. There wasn't much to hear or smell; Having no real answer for it, Saber just kept moving onward, almost savoring the tiny taste of normalcy it seemed to offer him.
A bit distracted now, it took Saber a brief moment before noticing Sabrina's ghostly figure off in the distance. Once he did however, he stopped and returned her intense gaze back, his dark brown eyes narrowing. Seeing as this was clearly her territory, Saber stood there and waited for her to make the first move.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 4:04 pmKaqurei
It seemed a long moment before she finally spoke, like she was waiting for a twitch or a jump, or for him to speak first. When none of that happened, the hunter-like intensity of her gaze flickered to some curiosity. She looked him up and down. "You've come a long way," she said simply.
She stepped down off the giant aged root she'd been perched on and padded almost soundlessly across the damp earth towards him. Her posture was relaxed, her gait slow. She came to stand a few feet in front of him, facing him directly. "Do you know what you're looking for?" Again, her face and voice were unreadable.
Kaqurei
It seemed a long moment before she finally spoke, like she was waiting for a twitch or a jump, or for him to speak first. When none of that happened, the hunter-like intensity of her gaze flickered to some curiosity. She looked him up and down. "You've come a long way," she said simply.
She stepped down off the giant aged root she'd been perched on and padded almost soundlessly across the damp earth towards him. Her posture was relaxed, her gait slow. She came to stand a few feet in front of him, facing him directly. "Do you know what you're looking for?" Again, her face and voice were unreadable.
