|| Harbinger. ||
Brute. ♂ • Adult. • Alpha Guard.
Brute. ♂ • Adult. • Alpha Guard.
Harbinger wrote:"A lot of people are afraid of heights.
Not me-
I'm afraid of widths."
The night before, he had been up far longer than he should have been- tending to this and that, making sure all was in order as best as he could before he had turned in for the night. The day before had been cold- with Winter winds blowing everything to and fro, there was literally no safe place. That is, other than your den. You can never go wrong there.
Shifting onto his side and then stretching, the brute gave a loud yawn, a fuzzy feeling spreading throughout his body. As much as he hated it, duty called. At least the work wan't hard, or even cruel- all he really had to do was protect the higher ranks- which, in his opinion, he did quite well. Nothing had gone wrong thus far, right? That must mean he was doing something right.
Attempting to blink the sleep from the corners of his eyes, Harpy shook out his ebony fur. What was there in store for him today? Mating season had come around, once again- and yet again, he found himself mateless. It wasn't a thing he put much thought to- with his habits at the moment, he wouldn't make a particularly good father. Though he was an adult, there was no question about it that Harbinger was a pup at heart. After all this time, he should have matured- but no. Same old Harp, eccentric and mischievous as always. Nobody seemed to have a problem with it- so neither did he.
Harbinger, still waking up, poked his head outside the dimly lit den. Everyone else seemed out and about. Besides, he couldn't just go back to sleep now. Someone might have seen him. With yet another yawn, he climbed from his den into the open of the main camp.
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|| Penumbra. ||
Fae. ♀ • Adult. • Scout.
Fae. ♀ • Adult. • Scout.
Penumbra wrote:"Behold, here cometh the dreamer...
Let us slay him. And we shall see what will become
of his dreams.."
Surprisingly enough, Winter was not a favorite of Umbra's. All the mating, mushy lovey stuff coupled with the bitter cold and wet, mushy snow? No. Neither were things the fae seemed to like. She preferred Autumn, instead- the crunch of leaves beneath her paws, the miraculous colors they came in. Everything was nice and pleasant- not too hot, not too cold. Perfect.
Tail swishing nonchalantly behind her as she padded quietly about the camp, Penumbra held a frown. Scouting was no fun in the Winter. At least she had some time to herself- but not for long. More wolves tended to enter the territory around this time of year, looking for mates and such. Not many traveled in Autumn; yet another reason to love it.
She paused to shake the snow from her milky pelt, light violet eyes scowering the area. So far, she hadn't caught scent of anything unfamiliar. It was likely that would change as the day progressed.









