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[AW] Where Ghosts Walk


San
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age Four
Body large
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar

Posts 9
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© Hybrid
#1


Against the golden leaves she had come to admire, the river was quite a different place. The black stone here seemed to dye the river an inky, roiling black that reminded the earthen woman of caves or hollows. Places that had been known to house her from time to time. Either to shelter her from the elements or from the eyes of mortals rarely mattered because typically they overlapped. Among the shadows and densely packed brush she had made her way closer to the sound. The scent of the water drew her from the forest and the vibrations such churning waters made led her to this point. Onyx rocks already dark with natural ores were given glossy coats to glitter in the early morning light whilst she passed by unseen. Here or there lay a stray golden leaf or two. Dotting the area as a small sign of what one might find further head - though for San her direction was now opposite. Her time among the golden wood reached its end - no matter how much she may like to linger there. Doing so was dangerous. Doing so anywhere was dangerous. No matter her skills at keeping herself hidden and hiding her trails, someone who knew her tricks could find her if given purpose enough to do so. And how her hunter had. They had for a very long time now. San could only contemplate how far now the two of them had played this game and guess at how much further it would go before the climax she attempted to forestall ran upon them with vicious intent.


Hulking frame moved among the foliage with the blessing of earth, though it was skill that left nothing of herself behind. Skills long learned and years to master served her well in these times, though it appeared for the time being she was alone at this black water river. For a time more San wandered through the tree line, keeping close to shadow and brush to hide her earthen frame against it’s like minded counterpart. She walked the length of the river long enough that rapids turned to calm waters. Where several smaller pools of run off lay so still it mirrored the sky with ease. Small flowers had risen up through the cracks of the rocks to bloom, their petals bowing in the wind that passed by. From her hidden shadow San appraised the area, determining if it was safe to escape the dark for a short time and enjoy the sun on her back once more. This time it was her observant nature that would have to to keep her guarded. Though often she could sense when another was coming through the vibrations they put off into the ground, being next to running water often disrupted this ability. Here, the ground was constantly humming and drowning out all else. Once it was determined the coast was clear the mocha dame took her first step into the open air. As always, she moved with the fluid nature of someone half her size mixed with a creature not of this world. Approaching the edge of the water left no trail of her own to follow for those not versed in the art of Gol’Teth.


On the edge of the river the lime green of her claws stood out in stark contrast to the onyx stone. The mist of passing fog leaving a light shimmer to her chocolate coat long laced with green iridescence. The water provided no immaculate representation of her image on its surface as a normal river might. Instead San found that hear her countenance was darkened and leached of nearly all the color her form had to offer. Below the surface of the water, her mind wandered what it could be hiding. It was that thought that had her reconsider the image it displayed of her on the surface. Maybe this river was more like herself than she first thought - for what stranger could look at her and see the truth? The answer to that was no one - because no one knew her. Sometimes it felt as though San did not even know herself. Small, mirthless breath passed through darkened lips as she contemplated such an idea. Lowering her corpulent skull the water breached her lips with a small taste. It was crisp and cold, lacking any immediate sign of danger or decay to worry about and thus prompting San to further drink while her ears became the tool at which she surveyed her surroundings.
 
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Eileithyia
Earth has music for those who listen
Gender Female
Age 5
Body medium
Ancestry Native
Familiar • Atarah - Female - Hummingbird

Posts 31
Log Link

© Centience
#2

Finally, she'd begun to make her way back toward home, this was in fact the closest she'd been in a good week or so. Wandering the lower portions of the central territories and lingering along the edges of the south. She didn't want to face Dhara, too afraid of what he might think of her running off without talking to him first — but he had not spoken with her either before bringing a child into their home. He could of at least given her the consideration to let her know, before she woke up to the frightened girl. She could only sigh; her familiar in tow behind her the little birds wings would beat a million miles each minute it seemed, though not only so she could keep up. But was just the nature of the little creature. Atarah was nearly always moving, always buzzing, a state Elle couldn't imagine maintaining as long as she could.

The girl would sigh, her heavy breath falling from earth stained lips, ears drawn back against her crown as the sound of rushing water touched pale drums. It embodied the sounds she knew as home, the black river strumming every chord within her chest as it trickled and clashed along dark stones a stain which poured through the center of the great forests.

She would round the corners, weaving through the trees with an interest of seeing something familiar once again, and her heart lurched, leaping from her chest at the sight of a dark framed wolf standing on the edge of the river. ...was it? She quickly came to realize — not Dhara. The girl sunk back, disappointment lining her features as she returned to a less than neutral state of mind, caught up in just how badly she had hoped it was him. Gaze flickered over to the other wolf once more, her nose telling her female, and finally she sought to study the stranger more, dark green adorned the back of her neck.

And eventually Elle found it in her to approach. Gently, audits would pull atop her crown, bright teal eyes settling on the other girl as Atarah came to perch upon her growths of antlers. "Hello," she piqued gently, letting her eyes settle back upon the river.

"elle speaking," | "Atarah speaking"


@San

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San
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Female
Age Four
Body large
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar

Posts 9
Log Link

© Hybrid
#3


Places like this left the earthen woman without a tool she relied on heavily. The vibrations in the earth around her were often the first thing to tell her she was being approached - but the river’s rushing water robbed her of that ability. Here the earth hummed and introduced a slight numb sensation to her paws already weary from travel. It felt she had walked from one side of the world the other and back again and there would be no rest here either. Yet, even if it were taken from her she would be a poor excuse for observant if she could not sense when she was being watched or when someone was so close their frame was readily within view. As the mocha giant drank her fill it was the act of movement a distance up the stream from around a corner that caught her eye. Slowly San raised her head from the river’s surface and turned it nigh, glancing the frame of a monthly colored dame with a crown of antlers like that of a stag.

A mane of chocolate fur fell over the strangers shoulder while the glint of something gold around her chest and head caught the Ghost’s eye. As still as the black stones beneath her feet San remained where she was, poised, yet watchful. She gave no indication of being aggressive, nor being pleased with the approach of another. There was a stark indifference - as though waiting for something to be given. Something that might help her to determine what way was best to approach this situation. It was no desire of San’s to be found, but she had, so she must deal with it as she would any other interaction. Perhaps it may yield something of interest to her. Something that would aid her in the journey that for quite some time felt aimless. The original look of surprise that coated the strangers face San had unfortunately missed, though may have been a key to indicating how she may have conducted herself further. As the two stood apart, a look shared between them, it was the other who came forward with a small hummingbird to land upon her shoulder in a familiar manner. San had seen this before. Small creatures who had bonded with wolves and followed them everywhere. No such creature had done so with her, and it was no small wonder. It would be more a burden than anything.

A short distance away the unnamed female came to pause and offered only a simple greeting. Her voice sounded tame, and she appeared cautious - lacking any immediate sign of hostility. This was perhaps as good as San may get - thus she adopted the route most suited to the cause. ”Greetings.” Her voice slipped free of her slightly damp maw, turning slightly so she may better face the stranger before her. In doing so she lowered the crow of her skull in a bow, a show of respect despite knowing nothing of this woman nor what she may want. A courtesy extended to all she came across. It dampened the hastily angered, made calm the anxious, and always gained her favor in the long run. Flattery, she had long learned could get you most anywhere. ”I did not expect anyone else to be here.” She offered plainly, the softness of her voice nearly lost to the roar of the river beside them. ”But company is always appreciated, especially if it can be mutually beneficial.” The earthen dame offered a sincere smile before speaking again. ”Pardon, my name is San.” Manners, flattery, a sweet, innocent disposition - often weapons used in her own version of war.
 


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Eileithyia
Earth has music for those who listen
Gender Female
Age 5
Body medium
Ancestry Native
Familiar • Atarah - Female - Hummingbird

Posts 31
Log Link

© Centience
#4

”Greetings.”  it was gentle, not that it mattered to Elle, she was naive enough to often times throw caution to the wind, refusing to believe that anyone — other than maybe the Mundane, would want to harm another. Green ears idly swept atop her crown as the woman turned slightly to face her, giving the woman a glimpse of bright blue hues that much contrasted the mane of foliage that draped down the back of her neck. It did however match the gems, which lined the earthen fae's forehead, she couldn't help but wonder. Was she born with them? Or maybe they were placed in later in life? And if so...did it hurt? The girls ears would draw back slightly as the stranger dipped into a bow, Elle frowned, a smile quickly breaking over her face immediately after. "Oh, you don't have to do that" she chimed gently, offering a soft shake of her head. She was no one special, certainly not enough to receive such a gesture. 

”I did not expect anyone else to be here.” no one else? In the heart of Nidria, she found this interesting. ”But company is always appreciated, especially if it can be mutually beneficial.”  beneficial? Elle certainly didn't know what she could offer the woman that would help her. ”Pardon, my name is San.”  "Eileithya — but you can call me Elle" she would offer gently, while she pondered on San's prior words. "And my familiar is Atarah," the girl would add before her focus ventured back onto what San mentioned before, 

"I uh....I don't think I have anything beneficial to offer you" she mused, allowing her eyes to flicker down to the soft lush earth under her paws, eyes quickly sweeping back up to San as Elle lowered upon her haunches. "Also...how come you didn't expect anyone else? You're in the heart of Nidria San...these are the most populated areas as far as i've ever known" it was a gentle explanation, confusion lacing the edges of her words. It used to be more populated in fact, back before the war, buzzing with life among the trees, the central lands were a place of community and covens. Not too cold like the north, and not too damp and water logged like the south, it was perfect here. 


"elle speaking," | "Atarah speaking"


@San 

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