1x1 With ~Ἄρτεμις~

[ShoeShoe]

((Sure =))

[--I am Sherlocked--]

(Thanks. Night bud! )

[ShoeShoe]

The crescent moon wavered high in the night sky, bathing the dark forest in a bleak white light. The barren trees held no leaves as the temperatures continued to grow colder each night, winter looming ominously. A leans shape, that of a black brute, could be seen moving cautiously through the dark forest, every once in a while his form becoming visible under the moon's light. Each pawstep he took was meticulously chosen, his ears flicking back and forth as his golden eyes flashed in the dark. His winter pelt had already come in, making his lean body look fuller than usual. Underneath, he was really just bone and hard, compact muscle. The summer had treated him well, and he had fared far better than many. The forest was just beginning to retrieve itself from the wildfires that had decimated much of the land. Where once upon a time he knew every inch of the forest, now he could barely pinpoint his own location. He was now just a wanderer, in search of a sign that would lead him to some place he could call home.

[--I am Sherlocked--]

Silver was sniffing the ground before lifting her head up and let a cry to the moon. She missed her mother and father, she wasn't really sure where they had disappeared. She was alone and the cold was starting to claw at her fur. She then sat down and looked around for a moment, hoping she would soon find shelter, she was cold and quite hungry but the hunger could wait till morning. She didn't see any shelter so she stood up again and continued walking. She was also quite thin, she was a good hunter but she honestly didn't catch alot.. Her pelt was thin and she was very thirsty. She hoped a wolf came and meet her, and killed her or befriended her. She then closed her eyes and collapsed to the ground.

( ;3 )

[ShoeShoe]

The black brute's ears pricked, swiveling in the direction of the origin of the howl. His eyes narrowed slightly as his nose twitched, trying to pick up the scent of the wolf who had howled. With a low growl to himself he set off in the direction of the wolf who had howled, curiosity clawing at his belly. As he walked, he was careful in choosing his steps so as not to make much noise; it was hard, considering the ground was littered in fallen leaves and a wrong step would send a loud crunch echoing through the air.

After walking for a fair few minutes, Loki finally came upon a small fae who seemed to be unconscious on the ground. The fur on the back of his neck bristled at the sight, an unbidden growl escaping his mouth. He kept his distance from the fae, in case she had some sort of illness or was just playing around. His golden eyes gleamed in the darkness, trained on her light form, waiting.

[--I am Sherlocked--]

Silver was unconscious for a while but woke up a few moments later. She lifted her head up and saw a black wolf looking down at her, she curiously wondered who he was. Her ears flicked and she let out a soft growl, but then let her head fall back down to the ground. She didn't have much strength to attack him or even get up. Hunger clawed at her belly, but she simply tried to ignore it, it was getting worse and she also realized it. Her blue eyes seemed to gleam back at his eyes but she then closed her eyes, now seeing what he would actually do, she also noticed he was keeping some distance away from her.
(Can they like talk? Or, just like real wolves? I would rather they can talk thought... Will be more interesting.. )

[ShoeShoe]

Loki watched as the fae's eyes opened and she looked at him, curiosity hidden within the depths of her eyes. He forced himself to calm down, realizing that she was of no threat to him; she could barely lift her head. He flicked his ears back and slowly approached her, his pawsteps silent. With his nostrils flared he took in her scent, not detecting any noticeable scent of an illness. He then concluded that she was just weak from hunger, something many suffered from at this time of year.

With a soft sigh, the black brute nudged the slim fae on her shoulder, doing his best to be gentle. His golden eyes swept over her body, noticing her sullen looking fur. His lips curled at the thought of one of his own kind having to suffer like this, all because of nature's wrath. Expelling those thoughts with a shake of his head he returned his attention to the fae's face. "Can you walk?" he asked, his voice low and gruff from days of disuse. He knew that she needed to eat something, but he would rather she come with him than stay here while he went off to find something for her to eat.

[--I am Sherlocked--]

Silver looked at him carefully for a moment and nodded slowly. "I think so, but I might need some help" she replied, and lifted her head and slowly got up, she staggered a bit but then was steady. She slightly tilted her head to the side. "Where are we going?" She asked him, with even more curiosity. She wasn't sure whenever to trust him or not, but he didn't attack her or seem to be aggressive so she calmed down a little. Her eyes also looked quite tired, and she looked weak too, but she tried not to show it. She knew that wouldn't work so she shook her head to herself then glanced at the floor. She the sighed softly, knowing that she needed help and now he was going to help her out probably.

[--I am Sherlocked--]

(Little bump. )

[ShoeShoe]

Loki watched her carefully as she stood, ready to step up and support her weight at any moment. Once he saw that she was steady on her paws, he backed up a bit, ears flicking as he looked around them. He parted his maw and inhaled, trying to catch the scent of any form of prey. Shaking his head and growling softly, he replied, "I don't really know exactly. I used to know this forest, but now.....now everything is so different. Just....try and stay close to me. If you catch the scent of something, let me know." With that, he set off at a slow pace, his ears flicking back to catch the sound of her behind him.