Wolf RP

[numa412]

OoC: I might be poking around the site a bit, so it may take me a while to respond. But I'm willing to roleplay!

[numa412]

The mountain vale was empty and silent. Not a bird dared to voice a song, the breeze refused to blow, and even the rivers kept a quiet march. And so the silence pressed down, supreme ruler of the vale.
But something did stir within the confines of the jagged peaks. A white wolf lay in a deep slumber. Down his back ran a black stripe that continued down his legs before fading to a pale gray. Dark stripes blazed along the wolf's features, creating a curious sort of mask across the closed lids. A long scar, perfectly straight, traced its way from forehead, across the right eye, to end at the wolf's muzzle. The wound was the only trophy the wolf had from a fight from an age gone by.
Dalion, men called him, "Roamer" in their tongue. And indeed this black-stripe wolf did roam, rarely in the company of others. But there was a place he called home: this lonely, desolate, perfectly silent mountain vale.

[teghan62]

OOC: I'm confused. Didn't you already put this on the other one? What's the point of making a whole new thread to make the exact same thing?

[numa412]

OoC: Sorry. I just thought I'd start a plot.

[teghan62]

Silver-rah/Nildy said:

OoC: Sorry. I just thought I'd start a plot.

OOC: We don't really even have a plot there yet. ;

[numa412]

OoC: Heh. I'm new; wanted to try starting a new thread.

[numa412]

The sun was slowly descending in the sky, which was ablaze with crimson, and light shades of rose and purple. The sun itself was a ball of flame, grudgingly giving way to the pale crescent moon. At long last a gale kicked up in the valley, adding a pleasant chill to the air that awakened Dalion.

Lids slowly parted to reveal a pair of eyes glowing like burnished gold in the fiery light. Dalion raised his head, warily glancing about him; habits were hard to break, even though he knew no one but himself occupied these lands. Still, on his return to these empty peaks he had skirted a human caravan, and had no desire to have baying hounds at his back.

Stiffly, Dalion got up, gingerly stretching muscles that had been strained to their limit during one foolish expedition of his. He grimaced. That particular eastern pack would not forget him soon.

One more clan added to the list of the Unwelcoming. He grinned.

[numa412]

OoC: And also: although I began my wolven roleplays with characters who acted exactly like wolves in the wild and did not talk, I have grown rusty in that ability. I prefer adding a fantasy feeling to it.

[numa412]

OoC: Meep! I have to watch meh movie! ^.^ I'll try and get on later; until then, ta! ;D

[numa412]

OoC: Mornin'. *blinks* Hmm... What to do today? *hums*

[numa412]

Long time, no see, eh? Oh well. The board seems... er, forgotten, shall we say.

[ievakasku]

The wolf padded through the vale. She was black as a moonless night, but her paws and tail tip shone silver. She had never allowed herself to be seen by humans, and had named herself Twilight. She was a loner, and did not particularily seek the company of other wolves. But as she caught sight of Dalion, she knew he was different. She went cautiously towards him.

[numa412]

The back of Dalion's neck prickled uncomfortably. He cast a wary glance over his shoulder and saw a black she-wolf watching him. His eyes narrowed slightly and a growl rose in his throat. It died there, however. Dalion waited for her to speak, sharp gaze unwavering.

[ievakasku]

Twilight stared at the other wolf with cool, silver eyes. He was different from other wolves. She decided she could trust him.
"I am Twilight," was all she said.
((the wolves do talk to each other, don't they?"

[numa412]

((Yeah, they do.))

Dalion eyed Twilight a moment longer. "Dalion," he replied at last, reservedly. He inclined his head in greeting rather gruffly. "What brings you to this vale?" Quickly he ran through a list of reasons, and either discarded them or regarded them dubiously. The vale was too far from any other pack to offer much companionship, and much too close to men for comfort. And so he waited.