Freedom whispers, encouraging many a soul to live life to its fullest, even when tragedies strike. Wolves' howls echo through the air regularly, frequently, and their companions of separate species accompany them in their treks and rests.
Here, they thrive, in packs and as loners. Here, where those of the land are considered children of the wild, three packs reside, with many loners. Peace may be challenged, among themselves and hunters, but forever shall they thrive, forever shall their blood survive...
October 25th, 2009 First of all, I would like to take this opportunity to welcome all new members to the site. I hope you have lots of roleplaying adventures and make some new friends along the way. =D
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Seasonal Updates
Year 4 Weather:
It's starting to cool off in the lands of CoTW. Bears are more active this time of the year, because they looking for those last few morsels before it is time for winter. The leaves on the trees are changing in beautiful arrays of color, and it's just nice to lay outside and feel the lukewarm air.
Prey:
Some of the larger species are starting to getting scarce, however, rabbits and the like are still in abundance.
Breeding: yes.
Birthing: negative.
Spring is in: January, May, and September
Summer is in: February, June, and October
Autumn is in: March, July, and November
Winter is in: April, August, and December
Sleepy Days at Summer's End (Open to All) « Thread Started on Oct 31, 2009, 10:34pm »
At the base of Mount Thorne on a large boulder at the center of a little clearing, a white Timber wolf stood. The wolf was still except for his eyes which darted here and there as they explored the wolf's surroundings. Mostly they looked at the sky, which on this fine day at summer's end was an unbroken, baby blue expanse. The sun's rays were bright and warm but up in the mountains everything was cold, the air winter-like in its crispness and quietness. A bird sang. The wolf twitched an ear and swiveled his head to see but the bird had already gone. He looked back into the sky and could see a little black shape moving into the distance.
After some time had passed the wolf gently hopped off the rock and trotted off into the trees. The conifers were same as ever, green like jade-stone and fragrant like nothing the wolf had ever smelled. But the deciduous trees were already changing. It wouldn't be noticeable to feeble eyes--no, only the wolf, with eyes like magnifying glasses, could perceive such minimal changes as being evident. The wolf examined the trees. Some leaves, he observed, were speckled with bits of yellow and orange and brown and others were entirely solid yellows and browns and such. It made the wolf smile. He was excited to see the hot season go.
On his way through the forest the wolf stopped at a little pond. It really didn't seem big enough to be called a pond--puddle would do fine. But it had a bird or two and some cattails and pond lilies, so he guessed it had to be a pond. He lowered his muzzle to it and took a long drink. The action of his tongue against the water made a series of ripples that rolled and rolled until they struck the other side and then disappeared. One of the birds took flight, startled by the sudden movement. The other bird floated a little to the left, not seeming to care too much what the wolf did. It looked like it was sleeping.
The wolf plopped himself down at the shore of the little pond and surveyed his surroundings. The mountain stood tall and magnificent in the distance, the trees a jagged layer below that and then came the grasses that surrounded the pond. It was all very pleasant to behold. A tiny, fluffy cloud rolled across the sky and the wolf couldn't help but follow it. He let his mind fall to daydreams as he traced the clouds path and then its shape, over and over and over again... He fell asleep.
Re: Sleepy Days at Summer's End (Open to All) « Reply #1 on Nov 1, 2009, 5:09am »
One thing that definitely found a way to creep beneath nerves and tingle the brute’s fear was heights. A daring heart tempted him onwards up the slopes for no real purpose, but to overcome that phobia, though he believes fear of heights is no uncommon trait. The forest below Thorne was no match for the summer’s heat, the snow that caked the mountain’s foot dissolved, melting under the peak of the season, forming puddles, and even small creeks. Ricochet, the Eurasian male padded to a small ledge, it wasn’t hanging off the mountainside and it did provide a good view and a resting place, the weather here, although unstable, it was close to the peak, and it proved itself defendant against the summer’s merciless torching, the cold breeze that occasionally blew against the brute’s fur relaxed him, slightly.
The view as mentioned before was a sight to see, the clear blue sky so far away, yet if one was to look up and see nothing else to compare the height, it would seem much closer, that if the brute was to lift his muzzle to it’s highest angle, he’d be able to kiss the sky itself. Rolling hills of green surrounded the valleys, decorating the grounds instead of leaving it dirty earth; the coloration was soon to change though as summer would soon turn into fall, the thought creased a smile upon his ebon lips, his favorite of the four. As the breeze rolled towards his nostrils, along with it came the scent of another brute. Orbs radar the scenery below him in attempt to make out any moving forms, but it was too far below. The brute thought these lands were secluded, obviously now he stood corrected. Usually he would like his own space, but today, the tipping weather somehow had an affect on his mood, and he felt curious enough to seek the stranger.
Raising his body from its comfortable position took effort, but once aloft on his paws, he shook his fur out, freeing it from the sticks and dirt that once clung to mangy his appearance. Setting a slow and careful pace down the slope, he made it down to the forest floor eventually. A clearing soon fell into view, not long after, a pond, both now seemed undisturbed, not the same state as it was not long ago as the brute’s keen eyes caught sight of a bird in flee. Nary a thing could escape the honed senses of a wolf, a scent trail picked up from the pond led Rico to a lying, still form. Tilting his head, not knowing what to make of it, he slowly padded towards the other brute. Finding a pinecone close by, he picked it up by the jaw and tossed it towards the still form..
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Re: Sleepy Days at Summer's End (Open to All) « Reply #2 on Nov 1, 2009, 2:11pm »
Stellar was bored out of her young mind. Nothing of interest had been happening lately. She and Oonai were no longer on good terms, and Rontu was, well, Rontu. They were her siblings, kinda. In the sense that Kestel and Remus had adopted her. She knew Oonai didn't look at it that way, and she didn't know how Rontu felt about it. He was never really around.
And so, her boredum had driven her out here. She didn't really like heights too much, so she stayed at the foot of the mountain. She was disappointed so far. Her search for a companion, or something interesting, was coming up short. She hated that. She would have to return to the pack-lands shortly, she didn't want to worry Mama. But she didn't want to be bored either.
She stopped suddenly and crouched behind a bush. She had caught the scents of two males. Stellar had always been interested in males. . . She kinda wanted them . . . She wasn't sure how, but she knew it wasn't in a good way. She turned her attention back to them and watched as an exotic looking one threw a pinecone at a sleeping one. This would be interesting.
Re: Sleepy Days at Summer's End (Open to All) « Reply #3 on Nov 3, 2009, 11:14pm »
The Timber wolf's body twitched and trembled as he slept. Every once in a little while he let out a little woof or gruff or sometimes even a soft aaaaWOOOOO. He was really having a good dream. Then, out of nowhere, thwack. Something struck the wolf's muzzle, then bounced onto his belly and rolled off of him onto the ground. "Hey, what the--?" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet as he was brought suddenly to consciousness. He looked at his feet first where the pine cone laid, small and harmless. Then he looked at the wolf standing a few feet before him. He made the connection immediately. He was not at all pleased. "Pardon me, but may I ask why it is you threw that at me?" He studied the stranger. He was male and of some breed the wolf didn't recognize. A native of the area? It was hard to say. He hadn't seen too many other wolves around.
The wolf didn't bother to wait for a response. "Have I intruded, is that why?" he demanded. He looked around. This area had been empty from the first day he'd arrived right up until this new wolf had appeared. How could he have intruded? "Well," he said, sticking up his snout. "You'll have to share. You're never here, if this is where you live." And he didn't do too good a job of marking his territory, either.
As he looked down his snout at the stranger, the wolf got a funny feeling like they were not alone. Or rather, he caught scent of a funny smell. What was this? Had this wolf brought along a companion? Were they planning something devilish? He had the idea that maybe they'd come to beat him up, teach him that he wasn't welcome in their territory. Rude, he thought, especially since they can't be bothered to mark the boundary. He eyed the wolf suspiciously and considered his best defense.
Re: Sleepy Days at Summer's End (Open to All) « Reply #4 on Nov 4, 2009, 11:55pm »
Raising a brow at the wolf’s wake, the one who did the waking curled his lips into a sneer as he tried awfully hard to hold back a laugh. Keeping a neutral look upon his facials the brute wasn’t surprised by the other’s confrontation. “At least he has a mind for manners..” his thoughts drifted upon the blockheaded, rottenly steaming, mindless wolves of the Ferinus, only knowing how to act aggressive, if he dared say, their biggest pretense or to cover the turmoil bottled which resided impatiently within each individual.
Ricochet’s chops lifted only to be shut just as quick. “or not..” as he wasn’t even given the chance to explain. “ Me? Having a pack? Ha!, now that would be interesting an interesting thought indeed, perhaps then, these lands will be something to talk about.” Although the wolves were different in appearance than him, he has met their kinds all too often. Will you please clamp that muzzle of yours and let me explain? He peaked an eyebrow to the brute as he paused, waiting for him to settle. Well, maybe my actions were a little too abrupt and I’m sorry for startling you from your beauty sleep, besides it’s a measly little thing, no need to get so worked up. Spoken with a neutral tone, he paused as a scent caught drift past his nostrils, a femme? His orbs quickly glanced around trying to identify the hiding but she was no where he could see. and no you weren’t intruding, this here isn’t mine he patted the earth with his paw to indicated land. But maybe it’s hers… Thinking the wolf would come forth if spoken to or about.
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Re: Sleepy Days at Summer's End (Open to All) « Reply #5 on Nov 8, 2009, 1:56pm »
Stellar stayed perfectly stil and silent, watching the scene play out before her. She hoped they got into a nice fight, that would be something to see. Unfortunately, though, it seemed that that was not how this would play out. She giggled to herself in spite of it though, because their reactions were just so funny. The one on the rock getting so upset, and then the pinecone thrower staying so calm and just not caring. Stellar had to say, it was pretty amusing. But when the pinecone thrower drew attention to her, her ears flattened. That was just lovely. She cleared her throat, and walked out of hiding. Being just a yearling, she had forgotten that they could smell her too. But her walk and looks were not that of a yearling. She looked much older, and her walk held confidence and sensuality. She didn't know where it came from, but she embraced it. She walked over to the males fearlessly, looking up at them through clear light brown orbs. "Not my land."
Her voice matched her walk perfectly. Sensual, unafraid, confident, warm, welcoming, wanting.
Re: Sleepy Days at Summer's End (Open to All) « Reply #6 on Nov 10, 2009, 9:19pm »
The wolf lowered his muzzle as the pretty little female sauntered toward them. So if this wasn't a set-up why were they bothering him? He eyed them both curiously and wondered what there was to say now that the little problem had been cleared up. The wolf wasn't much for a talker, and he couldn't say he was too interested in conversing with these strangers. Especially the mean one, the one who'd thrown the pinecone. What was that all about? He wouldn't admit it but he hated sleeping at night. Just something about the darkness...
After a moment the wolf decided on something to say. He was looking at the female. There was something odd about her, about the way she looked. He couldn't really place what it was though. He continued to look at her as he spoke. "I don't get it. Who owns the place?" he asked, gently this time. And then he added, "And why are you two bothering me?" He fixed them both with a contemptuous glare, as though he'd been deeply offended by their actions.
Re: Sleepy Days at Summer's End (Open to All) « Reply #7 on Nov 12, 2009, 11:15pm »
Ebon lips twitched as the young femme made herself known. She was a sight for sore eyes but he wasn’t so interested in faes at the moment, to his surprise though he began to consider as the style and fearlessness of the minx drew his attention, but it wasn’t her territory? Of course not, it could be the fact there was the land wasn’t owned, which was highly possible.
Dragging his eyes towards the male he sighed, was he paranoid or something? If Rico was to attack him in his sleep then it would be reasonable to how he behaved. This land is simply no one’s, and if you’re wondering around rouge land you can’t expect to be alone.
Re: Sleepy Days at Summer's End (Open to All) « Reply #8 on Nov 18, 2009, 8:57pm »
"'Rogue land,' you call it?" the wolf pondered aloud, his face softening into a look of question. "Such a marvelous place, and yet it has no owner?" He shook his head. "How strange you wolves are."
The wolf began to move rather abruptly, walking to the other side of the pond and then back. His eyes traced the brown lines of branches across the sky; the rolling shapes of soft, white clouds, moving in over top; and the jagged edges of distant Mount Thorne's summit. A bird sang and suddenly the wolf was lost, absorbed in the niceties of the day. He smiled a little and sat down, a dreamy look in his eyes. When he looked at the other wolves again he was very calm.
"You see, where I come from it is very difficult to find a nice place to relax," he said, and added, "You are very fortunate." He looked down and seemed to think for a minute. A leaf, deep red like the juice of a pomegranate, broke off of a branch and floated down to the ground before him. He examined it a moment, tracing its outline and then the little lines that ran up its center and its sides. Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed past and swept it away. The wolf looked up.
"So then where do all the wolves live?" he asked, cocking his head for emphasis.
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