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[P] No Trail To Tred


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
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 Marshes and snow, were often her worst enemy. In both cases, they became difficult to move through without leaving some semblance that you had passed at some point. Usually this was in the form of a paw print. It was true a print could belong to anyone but hers were...unique. A typical wolf may walk through this odious mud and think nothing of it. Think nothing of the mark they left upon the earth nor the scent glands upon their feet which left a small traces of their personal fume upon it. It was the same principle as hunting down prey. Over time of course the scent would fade, the paw mark would begin to shift and become less obvious until faded entirely. So what made hers so unique? To many it may mean nothing. Because most were too wrapped up in their own lives to even notice a solitary paw print in the mud. However...to the one who that meant everything to it would be more obvious than even the nose upon a wolf’s face. A clear cut, fresh mark with no discernable scent to follow with slightly misshapen pads in the print. The one who hunted her would know immediately it came from their target.

This is why San always tried to avoid snowy places, and places like where she unfortunately found herself now. Stretched out before her was a sort of wetland. A low lying bit of field that was obvious in it’s prone nature to flood. It hadn’t rained for a while now but in places like this moisture tended to linger. Hunkered down on the outskirts of the marsh the earthen dame remained on solid ground - hidden among the foliage and low lying tree branches of a hefty pine. Sapphire eyes wandered from one edge of this marsh to the other but she could not exactly see where it might begin nor end - making it difficult to cross. She could be walking for days in a direction she didn’t care for just to go around this marsh...But at this rate it appeared to be San’s only real answer. Going straight through left too many clues, too many marks of herself for it to be safe. True, she had not seen her hunter in quite some time but she did not underestimate what her people deemed a Dragon. The moment you did was the moment that marked your death. And death, as it were, was far too final for her liking. There was too much in life she needed to do and she would not lie down and die until she had at least tried to set things right.

A small, frustrated sigh escaped the soft spoken woman as movement finally came to a stone still frame. A languid, graceful movement pulled San free of her hiding place among the foliage and shadow to stand as she rarely did in the light. Once standing at her full height the dame shook herself to free her mocha pelt of any debris that had clung to her as she dived out of sight. Here upon the threshold of the forest she would remain. Walking the outline of the marsh until such a time as she found a way around it. It was honestly her only choice, even if it set her back a few days. One paw raised to continue onward but came to a halt mid stride when the vibrations of something in the earth alerted her to the approach of something large. Large enough that it could be something dangerous, such as a passing bear...How strange, she didn’t smell one when she arrived.



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Da'onte
This wolf does not belong to a pack
Gender Male
Age 5
Body xlarge
Ancestry Outsider
Familiar

Posts 5
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#2
DA'ONTE



A vast expanse spread out before his pale pink and unwavering eyes, his eyes did not match the greenery of the basin, lackluster in comparison, so pale in such an aray of fall colors that scattered these marshy lands. The land was encompassed in a bowl of coniferous trees and dampened earth the soil moist and soft beneath his behemoth sized paws, the wanderer moved without much thought accompanying his strides, he followed the pull of an incessant itch that had plagued him since not so long ago.
The craving of something more the unrelenting hunger for an unknown feeling that he couldn't quite understand himself.

His charcoal pelt moved like a blur through the vegetation the thud of his weight hitting the ground prone to be very distinct a con to being his massive size, he was a powerhouse to put it into words standing at 7 ft and weighing 280 lbs he was a force to reckon with and he bled out a dominating aura from his pores it was apart of him this often intimidated others but it didn't bother him
Communicating with others was not something he hated it was just more on the difficult side due to not being able to speak himself and also because they were threatened by his size.

But the silent giant didn't really have a want to or unsatisfied urge to kill, rather he felt such a task required to much energy and only did so if it benefited him or being given a valid reason too.
He had been travelling for months and had came across this land not too long ago, a stranger in a strange place-the land had a very odd effect on his body and had did something him but he hadn't figured out what yet and didn't make it a priority to do so. As he walked through this uncharted territory something against the earth felt foreign against his bare paws causing him to pause to study the earth he was rather observant due to being in an unknown area, as he studied the earth lifting up a large paw he noticed a track imprinted upon the earth it was oddly misshapen but it was fresh.

Looking at it closely he presumed it was another wolf maybe which piqued his interested because he had yet to see another wolf since arriving to this land but he wouldn't go looking for whoever left the print it wouldn't benefit him and whose to say the owner wasn't aggressive he didn't have the energy for such a confrontation however he thought it interesting to see a native of these lands.
“Da'onte is speaking”
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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


Chocolate ears swiveled about in an effort to catch a noise. The longer she remained paused the more apparent the vibrations in the earth became. Whatever was out there was coming toward her. The snap of a twig indicated and even more close proximity that had the earthen woman moving her head a bit more. Elongated her neck to see past a tree where from it’s other side passed a looming creature. It did indeed almost appear bear like, but an opportune wind soon proved to her that it wasn’t. The faint brush of the downward wind told her that this massive creature easily dwarfing her was in fact a wolf. A sort of a wolf that San had never seen before and chose to watch carefully from her distance away. Having no scent was a trick she had trained in for years - but it didn’t hurt that she was down wind anyway. Regardless, the charcoal framed behemoth moved toward the very edge of the tree line she herself was occupying and paused to look out over the marsh. His eyes were a pink shade like the fresh meat of a fish torn from the river - though it was the deep scar around his neck that caught her observant gaze most of all.

She had seen wounds like that in the past. So deep they broke the voice, rendering the victim mute in most cases. This was both a good, and bad thing - should she choose to approach the male. There was only one problem. If he was mute, there would be little she could truly gain from him in terms of knowledge. While San was no push over at a game of charades, she had precious little time to indulge in it. Then there was the issue of what might happen should he cross paths with the one who hunted her. Unable to give a location or a direction, she might just outright kill him. Though, to be fair, the Empress might have her work cut out for her with a brute of that size. A small breath passed through the earthen woman’s lips, considering her options and still forever feeling that irritating itch in the back of her mind. Her own weakness for social interaction even if words could not be exchanged. There were some things in this world it was better to deny, than to feed, but to deny her very nature seemed...more cruel than she could have contemplated before all this began. Her vows were important yes, but at some point contradictions began to play games with her head.

If she was to help the Dragon, then some risks must be taken. In the short term this would only sate her desire for interaction - in the long run it could mean nothing and it could mean everything. San couldn’t know unless she tried. Slowly she pulled herself a little more free of her hidden place among the trees and tall foliage. Choosing to step clearly out into the sun so that her mocha frame may be bathed in light. An emerald sheen glittered down the length of her pelt with each movement. The light of the sun catching the sapphire stones embedded on her crown. Turning her head so that she may look directly upon the massive male who had wandered in after her. Without moving to close the distance between them she made sure to catch his eye before lowering her corpulent skull in an elegant bow. A show of respect, given to all. For it often placated the aggressive and lowered the guard of the cautious right away.
 


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