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Post by vanadium on Sept 18, 2012 16:08:43 GMT -5
Taydin had spent days traveling around this forest, and he hadn't found so much as a trace of a pack anywhere around here. Frustrated, he kept walking, stopping only when his paws couldn't carry him any farther. Only every once in a while did he come across something that got his spirits up, but almost as soon as he came across it, the hope was gone again. It was like a freaking maze. He couldn't get out of this damn forest, and it was going to trap him in, suffocate his mind until he broke.
He had gone almost an entire week in complete silence. Nothing had stirred out here except for a bird a little while ago. He had caught a few rabbits, enough to keep him from starving to death, but he was hungry as could be. Nothing was here. The rabbits were skinny, to boot. He couldn't taste anything on them and it was as if they ran out just to taunt him; that this was the only thing to catch, and there was nothing on these damn animals to feed off of.
The long, lanky white male finally began breaking. He let out a long howl, signaling his loneliness, his hungriness, and his overall frustration. He hoped that eventually, someone, didn't even matter who, would come and help him out of this god forsaken mess.
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Post by Marie Anne on Sept 18, 2012 16:39:03 GMT -5
Útíradiel and Beriogelir were fishing in a small river, Beriogelir using his paws and Útíradiel using a mixture of her tail to lure them and then using her maw to snap them up out of the water. So far though, Beriogelir was having the most success at it. Maybe it was because he could actually see the fish while Útíradiel couldn't. She was blind and while the magic she used helped stop her from running into things and such, it was of no use when she was fishing. Sighing, she almost gave up, but she gave it one last shot and managed to catch a fish by the tail. This of course made the fish flop in her mouth and it almost got away before she managed to get to the bank and set it down, resting her paw on it so it didn't escape. Just as she was about to take a bite, Útíradiel's ears perked and swiveled, pinpointing the area from which the howl she just heard came from. It was a sad, almost frustrated howl. It sounded like someone was in trouble.
Yelling at Beriogelir, Útíradiel picked up her fish and trotted off in search of the lonely wolf. She listened intently to the spirits surrounding her, dodging trees and heavy brush almost faster than Beriogelir could keep up. Stopping in a small clearing, Útíradiel let out an answering howl, trying to get a reply from the wolf. She wasn't sure where he was or even if she had just howled right next to the wolf, but hopefully he was somewhere close.
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