Wandering through the woods. [open to all]

[gabu]

Erenadon

    Erenadon's torn ear twitched as he walked along. The woods certainly thick with trees here. But still he kept going. He wasn't going to stop wandering just yet. So far, not a single pack meet his expectations. They were all lacking something so, he didn't stay.

    His golden gaze wandered about. He could smell a pack in these woods, but he wasn't foolish. He wouldn't head straight to the source, oh no. That would be asking for a death sentence in his mind. He'd wait till he got closer to the wolves here. He'd observe them if he could first before going to them.

    If this pack lacked what he was looking for, then he would carry on. And disappear from their lands without any problems. It was just the way he was, and nothing would change that. Not as long as he lived. Nothing and no one, would change who he was. A wolf of Solida.
    

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_{Why did I leave the three behind? Why didn't I stay and help them fight? Why had I been such a coward?} The thoughts flew threw the mind of the golden-pelted, icy-blue eyed-beauty. Historia-Ann sighed deeply, even angrily at herself. She had never once stopped nayone she liked or loved from dying. Her friends, her adoptive Mother Evermore, or her three possible siblings. She watched them all die. Had her Mother been right all along? That Historia-Ann was just a mistake? Who she have had a better life if her Mother never met her step-father, Biju? Historia-Ann tried to imagine another future.

What if she had stayed with Evermore, who had been killed? She would have siblings who cared for her, and an Uncle, and a cousin, and not such an ugly, gruff brother such as Carnage. Who she still be with her beloved Noah? Would males not have looked at her like a prize, waiting to be won, and then thrown away? Or how a hunter looked at a doe before he shot an arrow straight through her heart? The thoughts of a better life made Historia-Ann's head, and heart, ache with pain.

Historia-Ann was a true beauty. With long, lush, golden fur, and the bright, icy-blue eyes that could ensnare another upon one glance, a heart that was described as gold, and such a soft-spoken voice, she could be described as a Godess. However, under the beautiful fur, hid scars. Behind beautiful icy blue eyes? Secrets and hidden emotions. A heart of gold? How about a heart full of hate and regrets. A soft spoken voice? Hiding all the pain and suffering, all so she can comfort another. No matter how beautiful she was, Historia-Ann could describe herself as ugly in a heartbeat.

Historia-Ann treaded through the territory, trying to keep as positive as she could in case she met another. But what if the wolf she might run into was a male? _{Filfthy creatures. Males.} Historia-Ann hissed in her mind. _{Good for nothing, useless brutes.}she growled. There were only two male whom Historia-Ann had come to like in her life; Noah, her would've been mate, and Dart, her would've been cousin. Dart was kind. Instead of a prize, he looked at her like family. Something he could protect and cherish until death, which the male, whom Historia-Ann thought, was dead. Noah, on the other hand, was a stray, whom she had fallen in love with. One who watched over her while she slept, who kept her company, and one whom Historia could cry too if need be. Not like the brute her Father had sent.

Historia-Ann sighed. She would have to clear her thoughts somehow. She would rather be dead, then thinking of those she allowed to die. If Historia-Ann ever thought of her own death, she knew Evermore would scold her, unlike her biological Mother, Rose-Ann, who would plead with her to end it already. She was a 'Mistake' after all.

Histora-Ann. You are not a mistake. You are a wonderful creation. If you had been my own, then you would understand this.

Historia-Ann could hear Evermore speaking. It hurt her heart. "How much more must I endure, Mother?" Historia-Ann asked. All she received in response was the whispering the wind made as a strong breeze made it's way through the area. Historia-Ann dropped her head in defeat. "Come on, Anistoria." Historia-Ann mumbled, using her fake name. She shook her head, allowing the slight smile to grace her beautiful features, as she continued padding onwards.

Historia-Ann could smell the scent of a pack. Her body tensed, and it showed. What if they were like her previous pack? Were these wolves as cruels as her old 'family'? And what of the males? Would some of they perhaps be lucky enough to gain her trust? Would she find one like Noah? Excitment rushed through the young Historia-Ann. She could make new friends, ones to protect. Maybe she could find a misguided wolf, and push them in the right direction, one who wouldn't mind the company of Historia-Ann at all times. ANother wave of excitment.

Historia-Ann began to bound forwards, her icy-blue orbs gleaming in anticipation. She had never been so excited, so pumped. She was going to start a new life, and she would make the most out of it.

[Dusk]

Maeve ;


Once Maeve left Den not long ago, she was amazed to find that World -the world she saw through the opening of Den, was much larger than just that. What more could she do but explore it? The world was amazing; the place she had never seen until now. Now that she had entered it, she didn't dare return to Den. She apologized upon making her decision though. Maeve would always have a place in her heart for Den, but right now she felt a spark of anger. How could Den cover her from World's beauty? Was Den jealous of it? The young fae hung her head; feeling guilty for weighing such anger in her heart. She sighed, and let her anger dissipate with it. As she continued to venture farther from Den, she whispered an apology, a farewell, and a thank you for sheltering her all of her life until now.

Since leaving Den, Maeve learned so much. She had discovered many tracks from all kinds of prey. She spent a lot of time following them, but each hunt ended unsuccessful. This did not discourage the little fae. She continued to explore, stopping at whatever caught her eye. Maeve stopped, and flicked her auds around. The woods surrounding her were full of mossy trees that towered high above her. Their arms stretched everywhere, hiding her in the shade they provided. Birds flickered above her, switching from branch to branch as they chirped to each other. Ciccadas buzzed everywhere, creating an omnipresent hum that made Maeve wiggle excitedly. She bounced after the sound, but stopped shortly, realizing she was only making tiny circles.

She bounded ahead, but only managed to get a few feet before she stopped again. Maeve craned her neck over a small stream curiously. She inched closer to it's edge, gaping at her reflection. The ground beneath her crumbled and Maeve fumbled in, creating a loud splash. The little fae giggled and glanced around her, watching tiny fish flee from the ripples she created. She rolled around the stream, rubbing against the smooth pebbles beneath her. She sat back up, and shook her frame with a wide smile. Her fur spiked out everywhere on her body, according to her reflection; calling for another fit of little giggles. Maeve bent down and lapped at the water with sudden urgency. She pulled away only when her thirst was quenched and her belly jiggled with water. Her stomach groaned miserably at the water. She was hungry, but Maeve could only catch mice and squirrels, which neither of them filled her.

Her attention flicked down back to the water. Maeve watched little fish return, swishing along with the current. Their bodies shimmered and reflected the sun's light. She rose slowly and suddenly snapped at the water. When she resurfaced, her maw was full of pebbles. Maeve spit them out and yipped at the fish, scaring the rest of them away. If they wouldn't let her eat them then she didn't want to see them. She rose from the stream and glanced around at her surroundings.

Now that Maeve's coat was wet, it clung to her frame; exposing how malnourished she had been the past few months. Her ribs jutted from her flanks and her limbs looked like wobbly sticks beneath her. It was obvious how her hunger overwhelmed her, but somehow she still managed to retain such spirit in her eyes. Maeve shook herself and made her way out of the stream. She stopped short when she heard a rustle. Her optics sharpened on the sound, finding the source of it immediately. On the other side of the small stream, a plumb hare nibbled on clover beneath some thicket. The moment both of them made eye contact they were running.

Maeve flew after the fat rabbit. She had never seen anything that looked so good before. Back at the den, she was always given prey already caught and dead. The scent emitting off it's warm, breathing body almost possessed the young fae entirely. So much so that she didn't smell the scent marks to the edge of a pack's territory as she entered it. The hare in front of her zig-zagged back and forth, weaving everywhere and making such sharp turns. Maeve had to claw in the ground so she wouldn't fumble over herself. She was struggling, and her clumizness worsened her potential. She was so determined though, nothing stopped her. She ran straight through brambles and bushes, stumbled over every rock or stick in her path and flinched away from trees at the last minute. She tore through the woods in her chase, neither being silent or swift.

Maeve's tongue stuck out as she sprinted, her maw slightly open as she panted, continuing to run relentlessly. She inched closer to the rabbit, her paws propelling her faster. She pushed herself off the ground, and lunged forward. She thought she managed to capture it, until she realized what she barreled into was three times her size. The impact from the crash shook the tiny fae and she collapsed backward with a surprised yip. Maeve flinched, opening her eyes and looking directly up to a surprised, strange wolf. Maeve panicked, and stiffened with fear; her front paws curling against her chest and her optics widening as she starred at the strange fae.


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Notes: I am SO sorry for taking so long! D:

[gabu]

Erenadon

    Erenadon continued along his way, only to pause. His large ears twitched to the sounds of movement. Rather loud movement to be exact. It was rather easy to find the direction it was coming from. He started to head toward it for a little bit, only to stand on a bit of elevated ground. Looking down, he saw a rabbit and then a young wolf sprinting after it.

    She honestly is learning still. Erenadon thought in his head.

    Moving down from the boulder, he started on his way again. However, he wasn't going the way he had came. Instead, he followed with silent steps off to the side. Hearing the crash sound, he could tell what most likely happened. He didn't need to see it.

    The rabbit the female had been chasing darted out. Going right past the black brute. Shaking his head slowly, he took off after it. Despite his large size, he maintain his quiet movements. It didn't take him very long to catch up. Lunging into the air, Erenadon landed in front of the rabbit and grabbed it by the neck.

    He didn't kill it though. It wasn't his kill to make, he headed over to where the young female had crashed. Paying no mind to the other one. Clearing his throat, he wondered if the female who was hunting would notice.

    "I think this is yours." Erenadon said before he tossed the rabbit over to her. "It's not dead, just knocked out. But if you want to eat it, I suggest you kill it before it wakes." and with that Erenadon turned around, his torn ear twitched.

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Historia-Ann hadn't got far before she felt something barrel into her side. The blonde was nonetheless surprised. The little thing was so tiny. Historia-Ann couldn't help but feel like a giant compared to the tiny little thing. Slowly and catiously, Historia-Ann's head lowered to the little one, icy blue eyes soft. "You're a long way from home, hn?" Historia-Ann spoke with the soft, trustworthy voice she grew up with. The little one reminded her of the friends she had when she was young. Seeing the fear in her eyes, Historia-Ann lay down, her head on her paws, making herself look smaller.

Her blonde fur tangled within the lush, emerald grass between the two figures, as a few stray leaves and some dirt stuck to her underbelly. "It's alright, Little one. I am too." Historia-Ann spoke even softer. She didn't speak of the den, however. She craved to leave the den ever since she watched Evermore die. She spoke of her heart. Noah was left within the borders upon his death. She couldn't even move her beloved from the pit of hell. She would regret that for the rest of her life. “What is your name?” Historia-Ann asked, still debating if she should tell the little one her real name, or the name she gave herself; Anistoria.

Her icy blue eyes watched a rabbit fly into view. Her head cocked to the side, watching the random object, and the little fae. Then a terrifying scent filled her nose. Her body tensed, and Historia-Ann shot up quickly. Icy blue eyes clouded with terror and resentment. It was something she hadn’t wanted to encounter this far in.

Her thoughts went straight back to Carnage, her Father, and the males within her pack. Her entire body tensed even more at the thought. Her Father, who treated her like prey, and an item of beauty but no use to the pack whatsoever. Then there was Carnage, her ugly and gruff step-brother, who was responsible for all the scars on her back, who would come back and find her, and possibly kill her. But there were also the other male pack members, who spat at her, and looked at her as a prize. Of course, Historia-Ann had gladly killed one of them.

The unnerving presence of the male had wiped away the thoughts of the two males who she didn’t mind. Dart and Noah. All she could think about was the male. Her icy blue eyes kept on him for a long while, before she took a cautious step in front of the younger female. She wasn’t sure of this lupe’s viewpoints, or if he was vicious like those in her pack. She pulled her lips back into a snarl, her hackles raising.

Despite the Male’s seemingly kind acts to the little fae behind her, Historia-Ann didn’t want to take chances. She didn’t want to give chances for that matter. She would’ve struck a fight up with this male, but what kind of example would she be, if this fae saw blood splatter?

[Dusk]

Maeve ;


Maeve shrank beneath the large fae, terrified by the sudden encounter. When she heard the fae speak, her softness surprised Maeve. She peered up at the strange golden fae, her wide eyes brightening with curiosity. Although Maeve was still unsure of her, she nodded shyly to her question. She watched as the fae lowered beside her which made Maeve relax immensely. She released a quiet breath and sat up carefully. There was an echoing ring in her auds from slamming into the fae too hard. Maeve shut her eyes for a moment, listening to it gradually fade away.

Maeve flicked her big bright eyes back on the strange fae; her curiosity returning. What Den did she come from? And why did she leave hers? She was far from her home, so Maeve figured it was her own Den. So technically they weren't alone anymore. They were alone together. Maeve studied the fae closely. Where all other faes as pretty as her? Maeve glanced down at her own ruffled, dirty coat. She was thin and her coat was disheveled. Moss bits and dirt weaved throughout her damp coat as well. Maeve had never anticipated meeting others in her life until she left Den. And even then, she assumed everyone was as scruffy as her. The young fae studied herself dismally, licking at her ruff shyly.

Maeve glanced up suddenly, hearing the fae speak once more. She squirmed a bit underneath her gaze, flicking her gaze down at her dirty little paws. The tip of her tail twitched as she mustered the courage to slowly return her gaze back to the fae. Maeve studied how her icy blue eyes softened when addressing her. She relaxed a little bit more. "Maeve." She spoke up in a sweet, quiet voice. After a moment, Maeve's face lit up into a small, shy smile.

Her relaxation was short-lived however. When the fae beside her stiffened, Maeve immediately went rigid. She rose to her paws nervously and glanced around, appraising a very big, intimidating brute. The fur along the nape of Maeve's neck prickled and her tassel fluffed with fear. The only logical thing she could think of was to tuck behind the fae who she ran into. Maeve peered around from behind her and appraised the brute warily. She could hear the fae beside her grumble with a snarl and Maeve shrank back once more.

She would've continued to hide had she not smelled the hare. Maeve poked her head out from behind the fae, her eyes widening at the sight. The rabbit she had chased after for so long was in the lupe's possession. She watched as he tossed it in her direction. Overcome with glee and starvation, Maeve blindly burst forward with a spasm of excited yips. She crouched before it, between the lupe and fae and realized it was still alive. She could barely spit out a 'thank you' before she finished the rabbit off -her first somewhat kill- and devoured it.

Maeve had never tasted anything so good. She ate sloppily, blood smearing all over her muzzle and paws, even dribbling on her ruff. Even as she ate her thin stomach still snarled. It was obvious she wasn't eating very much, and what little she did wasn't filling enough. "Thank you, thank you" Maeve whimpered tearfully between big bites. Even after she had eaten all the meat, she chewed on the bones with a toothy grin, her tassel wagging with rejuvenated excitement.

[gabu]

Erenadon

    "You're welcome." Erenadon said to the younger female.

    Ignoring the other female's hackles rising and her snarling at him, he kept his back turned to them as he started to walk away. HE didn't want to fight, and to fight a young female would be a waste of time. She had done nothing to deserve fighting him. Besides, there was the other female there as well, so young. She didn't need to see bloodshed.

    He honestly didn't care if the two followed or just decided to ignore his sudden appearing and departure. His tall ears twitched as he listened to what was around as he walked away. Still carrying silent paw steps and he kept his golden gaze fixated on where he was going.

    She'll get herself into nothing but trouble snarling at every brute. But, there's no reason to change her, she's herself. Erenadon thought as he walked away.

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Historia-Ann caved into the pressure. No matter how young, innocent, and sweet this little fae was, she would need to reach the age of three before Historia-Ann could tell Maeve her full name. She couldn't risk it slipping. "I'm Anistoria. Just call me 'Ani'." Historia-Ann said softly, feeling bad for having to lie at an innocent who did nothing wrong to her. But Historia-Ann couldn't help but gently bump the fae with the tip of her nose in a friendly way.

Historia-Ann watched Maeve run after the rabbit like a coyote would. Did the little one not eat? If she did, how much did she eat? Historia-Ann brought it upon herself to find the little fae something to eat. Historia-Ann herself felt her stomach emptying from her last meal three nights ago.

Suddenly remembering the male, Historia-Ann's icy blue eyes darted back up to the male, only to see him leaving. Shock. That's all Historia-Ann felt. He didn't want to fight her? The males she knew would have loved to put the 'Mistake' back in her place. "You don't... you don't want to fight me?" Historia-Ann asked out of the blue. She wanted an explanation. Males were gruff, who loved fighting and setting things straight. So why didn't he?

Historia-Ann walked closer to the younger fae, sitting down beside her. She licked at her paws that were dirtied by the earth, bringing back the beautiful golden shine she owned. She continued on with every other little detail in her pelt, but her icy blue eyes never left the black-furred male. Often, her eyes would flick back to the tiny fae.

Upon finishing her job, and bringing back the beautiful golden hue to her fur, Historia-Ann looked back to the little fae. 'Are you hungry?" she whispered with her silky, trustworthy voice, as she pushed herself to her feet.

[Dusk]

Maeve ;

Maeve glanced up at the pretty older fae, a rabbit bone still clamped between her teeth. She watched her as she spoke, her eyes wide and incandescent; so much so that they were a bit unsettling. It was almost as if she could the things others could not. "Ani," Meave echoed her name in her sweet little voice. She met Ani's gaze with an unfathomable expression. "You hesitated when you told me." She murmured quietly. "Doesn't that mean you're lying to me?" The young fae inquired with mild curiosity.

The young fae's sheer innocence and honesty was very unsettling. Of course Maeve was different from others, but there was a mysterious, intoxicating quality to her that made her extremely interesting. It was like the awe and wonder in a pup's eyes. They bore no prejudices against the world or anyone in it. They just saw it for what it was. They observed everything thing and learned from it.

Or maybe, Maeve was just completely oblivious. Maybe she didn't even realize the tension that Ani harbored for the lone lupe. Or rather, she didn't understand why she would. Maeve was a little lost (figuratively), and naive, but it was still unknown if she was fully perceptive of her surroundings. And that -for now at least- would remain unknown.

Before she could hear Ani's answer, the lupe caught her attention. She swiveled around quickly after him. "-ah! Wait!" She yipped loudly, taking a few clumsy steps toward him. Now that his attention returned to her, Maeve became a bit embarrassed. "um.." She flicked her gaze down at her bloodied paws, squirming a bit nervously. She took a deep breath, and mustered her courage before peering up at him once more. "W-why are you leaving?" She asked honestly. "You seem just as lonely as me and Ani." The young fae explained, peering over her haunches to look at Ani.

Although everyone still seemed a bit uncomfortable with each other -Maeve included- there was the thick implication that she asked for them to stick together. Of course Maeve couldn't convince the lupe if he was otherwise set against the idea. If he really wanted to leave then he could. Maeve understood that of course. After all, she wanted to leave Den. Maeve licked at the blood on her muzzle nervously before returning her gaze to his. "What's your name?" Maeve asked shyly.

[gabu]

Erenadon

    Erenadon stopped in his tracks as Historia-Ann's question reached his ears. His right paw was in the air, for he had stopped in mid step. Why didn't he want to fight? Was she just a female who desired battled? Lowering his paw down, he turned round and faced her. His golden eyes showing their familiar glow against his black fur.

    "You've done nothing to me and it would be pointless to fight for no reason." Erenadon answered in his neutral voice as his golden gaze fell onto Historia-Ann.

    Just when he was about to turn round once more to continue on his way. He paused before the movement could get past his head. For he had only turned his head when Maeve came bounding over to him. His golden gaze fell to her as he listened to what she said.

    "I think my presence makes your companion uncomfortable, so I think it best I go. Besides, I doubt you need male around. You two are young females, you are capable of taking care of yourselves." Erenadon said, still with that neutral voice.

    It surprised him that this young female wanted to know his name. Usually once glance at him made many wolves not want to have a thing to do with him. His torn ear twitched as he stood there. Taking a step back and having his right front paw behind his front left. He lowered himself a bit and lowered his head to where his nose would just barely touch the ground. His ears slanted and lowered as his tail swished and went straight.

    The young females would be confused by this movement. It was how the wolves of Solida introduced themselves or showed respect. A bow you could say. As he did this movement, he spoke.

    "I am Erenadon." Erenadon answered, he then raised himself up and stood there, his ears had raised and his tail went still behind him.