- p h a n t o m
- Raising his lean brown muzzle to the air, a low long wanting howl whispers through him and roams around the bare white lands before silencing over once more. Standing up he shakes off the snow dust from his chocolate brown fur before scanning the area and running. Each step was steady and quick, kicking up the snow under his large paws as he runs across a snow covered meadow. Excitement was stretched across his features; the feel of the cold winds playing through his fur was relieving. It had been two weeks since the male tackled through the mountains and finally reached the lands and bare valleys of a new land and possibly the start of a new life. In minutes he clears through the large bare fields and dashes into the thick pine and birch forest. Slowing down he trots through the new found territory before stopping in his tracks and finding something that brings back horrible memories; a small feminine wolf skull. Looking at the skull he carefully approaches and rubs off the snow from a top of it and looking down at its hallow sockets. A screech and caw of a crow got Phantom jumping back from the pile of bones. Looking up he spots three crows; dead yellow eyes staring down at him, blood still dripping from their beaks and now landing on his muzzle. Flattening his ears the images of flames flood his mind. All that he can focus on where the memories of screaming females and snarls of males as they fall one by one by the harsh violence that ended his last pack. His tail unconsciously curls under and between his legs as he steps back. Fear pain and regret over comes in features at the thought of his pack, as he thought of his family and of his love. Whimpering with a growl a few tears slip form his electric blue eyes before he runs away again; running away from his past.
- s h a d e
- With a soft pained whimper the female forces herself to her blood paws. Scratches, scars and large gashes scatter her skin while dark old spots of blood are crusted on her white pelt. Each step she took was a struggle but after a few moments she forces that down. Once she found a more hidden location she stops and lies down before rolling herself in the freshly fallen snow, cleaning off the blood and dirt from her pelt and leaving herself spotless once more. Sitting up she lets out a low tired howl or yawn before standing up, shaking off her clean pelt and trotting off towards the nearest stream, far from any other wolf or pack…or she hopes at least. Snow crunches softly under her paws as she made it to stream. Slowly she steps to the shore, a loud rumble coming under her paw and she pulls back before the ice that surrounds the stream cracks any more than it already had. In seconds the ice across the shallow stream crumbles under the pressure of the quick cold burning water. Shade sits at the shore line of the stream and looks down at her reflection, flattening her ears at the sight of the three scars over her muzzle and two just over her left eye. Lowering her head to the water she opens her mouth and laps up the cold water down her harsh throat. A few moments pass before she is back on her paws, roaming the new area of land in search for nothing in particular.
[uh I'm open if anyone wants to roleplay...?]
