Kanis' Big Rock //Zwi & Grell & Krys;;

[okamiwolf]

It was midday; clouds covered the sky, threatening a downpour of freezing rain. The evidence was very clear as the ground was covered in crispy frost and thin layer of ice that cracked under the slightest pressure placed upon it. With the chilling wind blowing through the trees, branches would click together, thus knocking more ice onto the land and scattering the melting debris. The land in question, abandoned pack of Frecne - a once great and well-known pack now forgotten - was harsh and rocky. It was difficult to travel due to so much damage to the land. Trees uprooted in places, rocks piled on top of each other, and of course now with the ice it was becoming even more of a hazard. However, in a more spacious area there was a giant rock.
The boulder had claw marks from the former Dragga Kanis climbing up, there was a well worn path to the top of the rock, and once on top there were chunks missing, it was clear that this stone had been under mother nature’s brutal attack, and yet it remained firm and resolute.

Atop this resolute stone, curled up and basking under the cloudy sky - her eyes shut to the world - was a femme wolf; new to these lands, but not new to the world. She liked the rock, it had a sunken curve that was quite comfortable. And it was here that Lleucu was napping.

Just a quick nap, she’d promised herself that morning, early before the sun had risen over the mountains. She had told herself that it wouldn’t be too long, she just needed to rest. She had been traveling all night, and her nap had ended up sleeping four several hours. Much longer than she’d hoped. But when one is a Kerl, and they travel day and night, they need their times to seek out rest and safety. Not that she was safe from the elements, nor would she have been safe from attack, simply because the rock was large did not mean that it was totally out of reach. It would be fairly easy for another Varg to scale the boulder and catch her in surprise. Though there would be plenty of noise for the ice was certain to give anyone’s steps away in an instant.

ooc; Sorry, it's shorter than I usually make for an entrance post. But there's plenty opening for you two to make arrivals.

[Grell]

Grell's mouth watered as he thought of the doe carcass he had almost been lucky enough to eat. Then he thought about the young bear that had chased him away from it, and he whimpered pathetically. His head dropped, and his throat tightened. Stupid bear. If only Grell was some strong and brave and stupid wolf, he might have won the glory and the reward of trying to chase away the smelly fiend. But he might also have encountered a horrific and untimely death, and after thinking it, Grell felt a little better for being scrawny, weak, and generally frightened of everything.

The bear had been at the waterfall - Grell's hideout for the past month - but after their encounter, Grell had not only decided that the bear should have the doe, but that it should feel free to stick around the lake if it wanted to, also. As such, he had retreated southbound, into unfamiliar and rather frightening terrain. At first, Grell had been worried. What would he do if he came across something dangerous? But he needn't have bothered being troubled. There were so many haphazardly clustered piles of debris strewn all around the place, that he had an overabundance of places to hide.

I need to get out more often; this place is way better than Dierdre Falls. Not only did he feel much safer here, but the peace and quiet also made his head feel a little clearer. Most of the time, it felt panicked and groggy. He couldn't help but grin now. The ability to think coherently was just too good to keep to himself.

He needn't have worried about that either.

Grell slowed as he came to a clearing, and stopped all together about three feet from a giant boulder to scratch his ear. When he finally felt satisfied that the scratch there was annialated, Grell stood to resume his pleasant stroll through the deserted lands.

His throat was suddenly constricted with fear, and he looked around. That smell: the scent of a wolf nearby. Very nearby. So close, he was surprised that he hadn't seen it yet, or heard it move. Grell slunk to the boulder and peeked around it. Nothing. Just an empty gray clearing that extended to the trees. They could be hiding, like me, he thought. But somehow he didn't think anyone would really be frightened enough of him to hide. Fine then, they're spying on me. And waiting for the right moment to pounce. He turned around slowly and looked around. He should try to escape. If he ran fast enough, he might be able to hide in his log by the waterfall. Grell was good at hiding. He could -

He looked up. A tuft of creamy gray fur moved gently as a little breeze stroked it. Grell froze, wondering if he had been noticed yet. If not, he might just yet be able to make good his escape...

// sorry if it's a bit rambly //

[Zwi]

The clicking of overgrown claws on rock and ice echoed around, bouncing off all large rocks that littered the area. The world was in grays today, the sky, the land, the few small critters that scurried about the craggy land. Because of this, the tawny pelt of the herla marked varg, names Zwi, (who, little did she know, was named for her pelt) seemed to glow a sparkling gold. It seemed she didn’t fit in here either, but she liked it here none the less. The rugged, uneven terrain was perfect for her. Leaping and jumping, and plenty of things to hide behind. More then just her pelt was that of a herla. It wasn’t nearly and beautiful as the lush forest she loved, but it had potencial. Perhaps she find a den here some where, and take up residence? The rolled the thought around in her mind, weighing the pro’s and cons. The only real set back what the lifelessness of the area. She had lived is seemingly worse conditions, so perhaps it was possible. She decided she would scout the area a bit more before putting much more thought into it.

The midday air was crisp and fresh, with a very strong nip. The air could be been leaving her nose or mouth with every finished breath. She continued to meander around the rocks when the fragments of a stray scent caught her nose. It smelled like wolf, but she had no idea where it was coming from, and looking around, it could be from any where. Zwi shifter her weight to the back of her paws, trying to stop the clicking of her nails. She really needed to dig more and wear them down. The noise didn’t stop completely, but it did make it fainter, and it wasn’t heard with every step. She gave up on that though after a short while. The smell did not return and she convinced herself that it was just her imagination.

As she turned a corner and sharp wind blustered by, chilling her to her bones. Its not that it was exceptionally windy that day, but Zwi had managed to cross a path where the days breeze was funneled in, and amplified. Deciding it would better to get off this path as soon as possible she picked up the pace. darting around corners at a herlas speed, her overgrown claws giving her extra traction on the icy rock below her paws. As she ran she came around a corner, and saw that a bolder blocked her straight path. She could have gone around it, but what fun was that? So when she got close enough, her hind end crunched, and with a release of energy, shot her into the air, up on onto the bolder, and… A wolf?

She hadn’t realized that since the wind was blowing from behind her, that her nose could not tell her what was in front of her, and she was blind as to what was at the top of the large rock. She twisted her body best she could at the last moment to do her best to not step on the creamy gray varg below.

((I hope you don’t mind, but Zwi likes to literally run into people… er wolves.))

[Krystal Zanguzen]

The day ahead showed little hope for improvement, as clouds darkened by the secrets of fog hovered over the land and engulfed the heavens, leaving no visible stretch of sky to the naked eye. Light from Fenris’ orb could still penetrate, but did little to improve the otherwise wintery conditions of the land. It seemed later in the day then it actually was, another symptom of this plague better known as the reign of the demon lord known in lore as Wolfbane. The winds themselves were not favorable, bringing a chill with each breeze that combed the terra. They helped to kick up ice flakes and other remnants of the land that had otherwise been long forgotten. For this was a region seldom explored by kerl and even less so by pack wolves. The land itself was desolate of all forms of life, suitable perhaps only for the evil one and his crew of miscreants and scavengers. The ground itself was bare to the bone, cracked in all manner of ways and revealed only a bleak and unwelcoming allure. One would be hard pressed to believe in the present that such a land once harbored a strong and infamous pack of Varg who once called this land their home. But during those times of old, this land was more suitable for life to live in, now was a different story.

Patches of ice lay sprawled around the cracked rocky surface in random patches, cold to the touch of a bi-hued fae who wandered farther from her home then normally would. Hoping to find the lost herd that had eluded Ge-Rad, she had wondered beyond the borders of the pack land. Her hard work though would prove to be in vein, turning up only a couple of field mice for her efforts, a meal that would make due only for the lead scout and not substantial at all for the hungry stomachs waiting back home. Onward she traveled, ebon paws carrying the lead scout deeper into this new realm that had gone unexplored for many years. The rocky, cracked surface beneath her paws sent chills throughout the former Zanguzen’s body. She was beginning to believe that she had traveled to far, and that no life could possibly call such a barren wasteland home, or at least be suitable enough to receive and kind of nourishment from. Yet for some reason, Krystal pressed onward. Keen bi-hued sapphire and emerald optics alert as always, yet also curious. Something about this place rekindled a memory from a darker period in the fae’s life. A memory she had hoped to part with.

“Something… about this place…” Krystal thought, as she scanning the region with her kaleidoscope pools. The very tree’s she noted were barren of life, no doubt from the wintery season yet Krystal wondered if even during the spring and summer seasons, were they even capable of harvesting life? “Maybe it was a mistake to come this far out. Nothing could survive out here.” Glancing upward, the former Zanguzen gazed up at the ever darkening cloud cover that loamed overhead, threatening every now and then to drop its contents. To be caught out here in the open was unwise, yet despite what would obviously be the wiser decision to leave this decrepit place, this curiosity that plagued the fae was like a splinter lodged in the mind. It would not be satisfied until sought out and dealt with. This is when a fresh breeze had suddenly brought with it an intriguing discovery. The scents of other wolves, which only further intrigued the fae. “So there are others living here. Natives?” The possibility was there, and Krystal wanted to know more about this place, and why it triggered memories. No sooner had Krystal turned a corner and entered a clearing, were her pools greeted by the sight of three wolves, and a rather large rock, two atop the boulder, and one at the bottom. Keeping her distance, Krystal watched and waited, unsure of how to approach the situation. This certainly wasn’t familiar ground, and there was no telling if the Varg’s before her hostile, or tame.

[linnaea]

You could continue without her.

[Grell]

He was surprised at the frantic yelp that came from his throat. Couldn't have been just a little more masculine? A little more menacing? Perhaps to scare away the invasion of Varg that suddenly descended upon him?

Grell scrambled away from the rock as quickly as he could manage; which wasn't very fast. There was a lot of tripping and stumbling involved, and all around much more dark oaths and frightened curses than were normally uttered when he was running away. All told, he gained a very measly few feet before he stopped all of a sudden and flopped onto his face, alerted by a third unique smell. There were wolves everywhere! One in the woods, hidden no doubt, and two behind him. Grell choked back a sob as he sat up. He would have gladly taken the company of the bear over three potentially dangerous Varg. What if they were Balkar? What if he had accidentally trespassed into their territory and they planned to kill him? He slowly looked back to the boulder, now catching a good view of the creamy gray wolf, and the bright golden one. Though they didn't look quite so menacing as he thought they would, he wasn't about to underestimate their ability to murder him if they had it in mind.

He couldn't help but think about the stories of brave Varg like Fren, who would become wily and cunning, and thus escape with his life. Having no repertoire of wit, nor brains full of cunning thoughts, Grell felt utterly helpless. He merely sat, bemused, as he looked on at the two strange wolves atop the boulder, and cocked his ears back to listen for the third wolf in the woods. So this is how it ends? He mused quietly, tossing an irritated glance toward the heavens, even though Fenris was conveniently hidden behind a thick wave of gray clouds. Go figure.