Rich ivory flakes fell softly from the gray sky, resting gently on the earth. The flurries had already been here for an hour, and a solid dusting left a soft blanket under Arawyn’s light peds. Her winter coat had grown plush and warm over the last month, allowing her placid hairs of gray, beige, tan, and darker hues to stand out on the winter landscape. Inwardly, it wasn’t as tepid as her outward demeanor seemed. Nothing had changed in the past few months since she had chanced upon Blossom Forest. The sickening thoughts twirling in her brain only heightened her senses, making the sun’s glare off the ice excruciating to her manila discs. Turning, her lithe frame surged between the trees, her movements graceful and precise, a perfect disguise to her wretched inner self.
The young queen sought refuge in a new place, away from the bare woods surrounding Leisure Lake. Sure, the area had been good enough to her, quiet and sustainable with small prey sources. But the fatale now eked out something much, much bigger than simple forests and meadows. A landmark drastic enough that would overpower her puny people problems with ferocity. Her gait drove her up gentle rolling hills covered in trees, their scents belying those who had passed through before. Arawyn’s nose could distinguish the aroma of the Spring Grounds pack several miles off to the west, but she had no intention of going there. A gentle river came upon her instead, and she gingerly crossed the frozen banks before turning easy down craggy slopes.
She was fortunate enough to have the ability to control her vexing and building mind. The fae only wished she had the power to stop them, or go back into the past in which the tragedy would have never occurred. But it was only there to haunt her now with each growing minute of the day, pushing her through snowed in clearings and banks of snow, forcing her lithe frame through the freezing claws. The blizzard was beginning to steepen, showering the terrain in ivory. And as her stride carried her on, the queen's lamps caught sight of the looming fortress that was Misty Mountain through the snow curtains. She let out a relieved breath into the freezing atmosphere, the minute hairs on her muzzle twitching. Renewed energy flooded her sinewy appendages, carrying her to the base of the mountain. Arawyn's nares brushed away the ice at the path's beginning, feeling the cool stone below. It reminded her of Rinowrth, her former home. Jagged peaks and steep vallies of leafed trees and streams were nothing new to here, and at least she didn't feel the pains of nostalgia here then she did in other parts of Blossom. The carnivore's orbs travelled up the twisted going, and without hesitation began to scale the incline.
Her hellion coat was dotted with white patches of snow by the time she crested the ledge. The mountain still rose above her, casting a shadow down into the storm, but offered some protection to the blowing snow. The rock face was coated in a soft white, unbroken and fresh except for a pair of tracks. Her interest piqued, Arawyn padded forward on muted digits, stopping once the unknown pawsteps came into view. They were massive, rivaling those of a small ursa. What- or who- could possibly be that large? No doubt the anomaly haunted Misty Mountain, most likely an outcast in the social world of wolves. And probably dangerous, too. Arawyn's pupils dilated as she scanned the periphery of the ledge, noting the steep drop offs and cliffs on the opposite, easy to get cornered. It would be wise to turn back instead of facing a massive beast, hindered by sheets of snow. Instead, against her judgement, the femme continued. Her thoughts were a mess, but one stood out particularly. I have nothing to lose.
The shadow was barely visible, shielded by the swirling mist and flurries. But she could make it out as a canid, and not a bear as she previously feared. Not that Arawyn was naturally inclined to be afraid of everything, merely the fact that there was only one of her sent the shivers down her spine. But it was a wolf, thank goodness. She padded silently closer as a soft tidbit of his voice reached her ears. It looks like a storm's brewing. No doubt. The first nor'easter of the season, in fact, heralding winter across the Forest.
Indeed.
Her voice responded gently and carefully, not wanting to provoke, but merely state her presence. Arawyn's form was straight, head lifted and citrine jewels staring forward from her crown. She could make out his colors, their hairs tipped by frost. Nothing too shocking, no ebonies or ivories on him, except for highlights. It was a normal mixture of hues, as it was for Arawyn. No smile curved her features, the same calm blankness she carried on her always studied his large frame. Suddenly, as the wind shifted, another perfume commanded her attentions. Arawyn's pale legs lifted from the snow, stomping through the building flakes to examine the boulders. She wondered if the wolf standing near the precipice had any affiliation with whoever inhabited the meager shelters, or if in fact there was actually someone there and not a trick of the storm blowing aromas. The heiress stood at the edge of the smooth giants, their tops dusted with snow. Shadows stretched forward, hiding anyone from view.
Hello? Anyone there?
Occ: I don't mind, the more people the better! ^^
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