Marek
Loner 
Played by Cloudy [M:0]
Posts: 3 
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Post by Marek on Oct 7, 2010 20:29:45 GMT
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Pawprints marred the soft sand, leading all the way to border between beach and sea as the sinking sun painted a portrait of magnificent watercolours in the sky and gulls added their cries to the soft sound of the waves gently licking the sandy shores.
A lone figure stood partially in the dark blue of the rising tide, with head down and staring at his undulating reflection in the murky water. His reflection was constantly changing along with the ebb of the water and it almost looked as if the wolf was not scarred at all. There was an air of melancholy and reminiscence as the disfigured wolf stood where he was, as if waiting for the endless sea to swallow him up.
Suddenly, the wolf snapped his head up and turned away from the sea and his reflection, letting loose a snarl as if disgusted with the very thought of it. There was no use in him dwelling on what used to be, Marek didn’t even know why he was here; he had somehow been drawn here from afar, almost like something was calling him and when he had seen the ocean in her vastness and his unmarred self within her depths, he had felt the urge to melt into her. It was almost as if he had been under a spell.
But Marek was not the kind of wolf who would fall for such fantastical idealisms; giving himself to the sea would not return him to the way he had been before that ‘accident’. He would be hindered by his past injuries and pursued by his want for revenge until he died and he would not die without satisfying his hunger for revenge, he would not die until he could laugh in the face of those who left him to die, he would not die until he felt their warm blood on his lips, see their eyes glaze over as they lost their last breath. It was only then that he could die feeling some kind of fulfilment.
Marek turned his back on the invitation of the ocean and slowly walked towards the foot of the cliffs towering above. He could at least stay the night here, the tranquillity of this setting was soothing to the anger and hate he carried in his heart.
It was lonely here (although he would insist, even to himself, that this is the way he wanted it), but it was peaceful and beautiful.
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Druella
Loner
Played by Caiteh [M:0]
Posts: 5
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Post by Druella on Oct 7, 2010 21:14:47 GMT
Druella [/color] You tried to be honest;
But "honesty" blew it this time[/i][/font][/color] ♦[/color][/center] She treaded the sand below her large paws as she walked. Druella didn't seem to think much about where she went. She went where she wanted, when she wanted. No amount of force would prevent it. Druella came to the water's edge. She lowered her head, taking a short drink. As the cool, refreshment made contact with her tongue, she closed her eyes. She brought her head up enough to staredown to her reflection.
As she finished he drink, she made her way to the cliff. There, she sa the wolf. Druella stared towards his dark figure from afar. Her yellow gold eyes reflected off the sun, making them all the brighter. Druella walked towards the wolf. A male; that was obvious. Weather he was in a pack or not, she couldn't be sure. She simply made her way there; and stood beside the male. |
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Marek
Loner
Played by Cloudy [M:0]
Posts: 3
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Post by Marek on Oct 17, 2010 12:59:07 GMT
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Marek caught the scent of the other wolf, a female, before he seen her and raised his head to find her figure. He followed her critically with his one good eye, scoffing to himself as he seen the female drink out of the sea water; that would do no good.
He watched as she turned and seemed to notice him and started to walk towards him, finally standing beside him when she reached him without saying a word.
Marek lofted his head and looked up at here, taking in her odd-coloured coat (though, he supposed, it was probably he who had the odd coat in comparison to the vast majority of the wolves of these lands).
Clearing his throat, he spoke. Drinking sea water will do nothing to quench your thirst, you know.
That was it. No introductions, no greetings. Just a blunt statement, a piece of advice, something to break the silence between two strangers. But he knew the she-wolf would only regret drinking water from the sea later.
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