Harlow Pratt >> Loner >> Tagged: Group in clearing
Harlow was relieved that Destiny had not even the slightest argument or resistance to his decision. He didn't plan on turning back. He didn't want to join her pack, didn't want her food, didn't want to see her again. He didn't want to see any one of them again. He had escaped into the woods to be alone, and he had never put a deadline on himself for just how long he could be alone. No, he hadn't had a terrible, miserable, worst life in the world. But, like everyone else, his life had been a little rocky, and when he looked around at everyone older than him, everyone who had lived long enough to see and experience more than him, he realized that his life could end up a terrible, miserable, worst life in the world. And there was only one factor that seemed to threaten him with that possibility: people. So, why would he risk his quality of life for some daydreaming wolf that thought she was seeing "signs"?
Harlow nearly made his way out of the clearing. He was so close. So, so close. And then he heard it. He heard Destiny fall to the ground, and then he had to stop and turn his head back to look at her. He had never regretted something more quickly than he regretted turning his head in that moment. She looked pained, miserable. What? Had he done that? He sighed to himself, growling to himself as his ears pinned. Leave it, he warned. Leave it... He snarled, cursing his innate need to make sure that the female was alright as he turned with stiff muscles and approached her agonized form. He didn't speak to her immediately though. Instead he just looked at her for a moment, his eyes flicking up once to a new arrival who sat on a rock. "She's starting a pack." He paused. "She might die if you don't join." He smirked faintly at his small mockery of her, although a twinge of guilt hit him immediately afterwards. He looked down to Destiny then, his tail lowered. "Okay, I'm sorry for that one," he admitted, tipping his head to the side somewhat. "Are you even alight?" he asked, keeping a small distance between them out of simple caution.
Harlow nearly made his way out of the clearing. He was so close. So, so close. And then he heard it. He heard Destiny fall to the ground, and then he had to stop and turn his head back to look at her. He had never regretted something more quickly than he regretted turning his head in that moment. She looked pained, miserable. What? Had he done that? He sighed to himself, growling to himself as his ears pinned. Leave it, he warned. Leave it... He snarled, cursing his innate need to make sure that the female was alright as he turned with stiff muscles and approached her agonized form. He didn't speak to her immediately though. Instead he just looked at her for a moment, his eyes flicking up once to a new arrival who sat on a rock. "She's starting a pack." He paused. "She might die if you don't join." He smirked faintly at his small mockery of her, although a twinge of guilt hit him immediately afterwards. He looked down to Destiny then, his tail lowered. "Okay, I'm sorry for that one," he admitted, tipping his head to the side somewhat. "Are you even alight?" he asked, keeping a small distance between them out of simple caution.
Derrick Hills >> Loner >> Tagged: Izzy Steel
There was point when Derrick was rather certain that he was going to find the group of wolves he sensed so strongly. Curiosity pushed and pulled on him at the same time, instinct responsible for every new step that he took in the direction of that calling howl that he had heard. However, Derrick was not known for ever sticking to his plans, and Derrick's desires changed quickly. He was probably just a mile or so away from where he knew the wolves were when, just on the other side of some brush, Derrick heard jogging feet pounding into the dirt of the earth. His ears perked up, and his green, curious eyes turned immediately in the direction he had heard it. Through blades of grass and clumps of leaves, he could catch faint glimpses of lean, running legs, a flutter of light hair, a...dog. He shrugged off the last part, settling on focusing on the other two. It was a girl, and, gee, when was the last time he had seen one of those?
Derrick had to think no more than that before he turned to face the direction she was running, and, using his superior speed as a wolf, he raced forward, where he bought himself a good twenty yard lead before he, with a leap and a roll, returned to his human form. His landing was a little rocky and he collected a few leaves in his vibrantly red hair, but, he popped up from grass as if nothing at all happened, and, as quickly as he could, he shook his body out and, from a blind corner, jogged out, now running in her direction, from the brush. Perfect. Now, if all else failed, they would literally run right into each other.
Derrick had to think no more than that before he turned to face the direction she was running, and, using his superior speed as a wolf, he raced forward, where he bought himself a good twenty yard lead before he, with a leap and a roll, returned to his human form. His landing was a little rocky and he collected a few leaves in his vibrantly red hair, but, he popped up from grass as if nothing at all happened, and, as quickly as he could, he shook his body out and, from a blind corner, jogged out, now running in her direction, from the brush. Perfect. Now, if all else failed, they would literally run right into each other.
Elisabeth "Lisette" Brodeur >> Loner >> Tagged: Desmond Miles, Amethyst Carter
The small moment of silence that followed her questions gave Lisette a suddenly bad feeling. She could feel her heart settle down in just a little closer to her gut, and her eager smile faltered to something a little more confused and doubtful. Her pale brows furrowed above eyes that flitted from Amethyst to Desmond, who seemed to be the one giving her the distinct impression that her sinking heart was not really wrong for sinking. She was allowed a good few seconds to stare at him, her eyes searching his stony ones for answers that were just not quite able to be uncovered by her. And then Desmond spoke, causing her whole body to seem to snap up just a tad in an anxiousness to hear what he had to say. There was just a brief second where her stare gained a new layer of confusion, but very quickly that disappeared. She still remembered that Desmond had mentioned a distrust of others, and that was when his first words made sense to her. "Well, that is okay!" she assured, her smile bright and accepting. She might have said more. In fact, she was going to promise him that she would be perfectly happy to just remain with him and Amethyst. However, she never had the chance before Desmond stood up to his large paws and turned away. Then he said something that shocked her.
She didn't even think before she jolted out for him with a cry of, "Wait!" Her feet half-scrambled in the grass to ensure that she could get in front of him so that he might not escape before she could plead with him. "Please, wait," she begged, staring down with an already stirring swirl of despair in her eyes. She did not want Desmond to leave. There was something about him--Well, he needed help. There was something about him that made her sure that he needed help, and, if he needed help, why not let it be hers? "You cannot just leave--Well, you can, but please do not." She shook her head softly. She flicked her gaze over to Amethyst briefly, wondering if Desmond would appreciate it if she would keep her next words more private. Deciding she could pull it off, Lisette knelt down close to Desmond's level and kept her voice soft. "Amethyst seems like a very nice girl, and I feel safe to assure you that there is nothing I would ever do to...bring harm to you." Yes, those had been his words. He wanted to avoid being hurt by anyone. "I promise," she added softly with a nod of her head, one hand coming up to touch his shoulder reassuringly.
She didn't even think before she jolted out for him with a cry of, "Wait!" Her feet half-scrambled in the grass to ensure that she could get in front of him so that he might not escape before she could plead with him. "Please, wait," she begged, staring down with an already stirring swirl of despair in her eyes. She did not want Desmond to leave. There was something about him--Well, he needed help. There was something about him that made her sure that he needed help, and, if he needed help, why not let it be hers? "You cannot just leave--Well, you can, but please do not." She shook her head softly. She flicked her gaze over to Amethyst briefly, wondering if Desmond would appreciate it if she would keep her next words more private. Deciding she could pull it off, Lisette knelt down close to Desmond's level and kept her voice soft. "Amethyst seems like a very nice girl, and I feel safe to assure you that there is nothing I would ever do to...bring harm to you." Yes, those had been his words. He wanted to avoid being hurt by anyone. "I promise," she added softly with a nod of her head, one hand coming up to touch his shoulder reassuringly.
