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The call of the wolf [open] Jul 25, 2013 18:37:55 GMT -5

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Post by Sage on Jul 25, 2013 18:37:55 GMT -5

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I walk along the path, Bandit by my side and listen to the sounds of the night air. It's a warm night, the full moon floating above my head, casting an eery glow on the forest. Crickets chirp soothingly and I smile. I like the night, it's the best time to be out with Bandit, my white wolf companion. I keep walking, my feet barely making a sound on the ground. I'm a hunter, a wolf. I must keep moving though, I can't stay in one place for long. I wonder what moms doing right now I think

Bandit stops, scenting the air. I pause, watching his pure white form as he begins to hunt. I know that more than likely, this will mean I will have something to eat and I decide to start a fire. I have picked up this skill from all the years I've spent in the woods. I gather kindling and get a good fire going. As I add fuel to the fire, Bandit comes padding back, a rabbit in his Jaws. "Nice work," I say, allowing him to decide whether he's going to give me any. He drops the rabbit near my feet and I wait for him to back off, knowing you should never mess with a wolf when food is involved. I have a scar on my shoulder to atest to it. I collect the rabbit and start to skin it and gut it, tossing the entrails to Bandit. He eats his entrails while I cook the rest of the rabbit. The crackling of the fire calms and soothes me. Suddenly, a howl fills the air, the call of a wolf. Bandit's ears perk up and he howls back. I wonder who he's howling to. I decide to try howling to the wolf and I howl as best as I can. "Awoooooooooooooo" I yowl. The other wolf calls back and Bandit and I howl back.

When the other wolf stops howling, I pull out my sleeping bag. It's too warm to set up the tarp so I just roll out the sleeping bag and get in. Bandit curls up near me and I fall asleep.

Bandit growling wakes me up. I blink my eyes open blearily and look around to see what Bandit is growling at. "Who's there?" I call. A figure steps out of the shadows and Bandit growls menacingly. "Sorry, don't mean to scare you. He shouldn't hurt you, unless you are a peace keeper, then he'll attack you" I say.

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The call of the wolf [open] Jul 30, 2013 22:28:38 GMT -5

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Post by ~Paris~ on Jul 30, 2013 22:28:38 GMT -5

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I don’t know how long I’ve been walking. Hours maybe? Days? Minutes. I left at dusk, and now the moon shines brightly over my head, following me at ever twist and turn I make through this accursed forest. A light breeze brings goosebumps to the surface of my skin, and I hear the low, deep throated howl of a wolf somewhere far in the distance. I pull my worn leather jacket that belongs to my father tighter around me, its warmth comforting, like a mother’s arms. Not like I would know what that feels like.The wolf is answered by not one, but two voices. Clear. Close. The hair rises up on the back of my neck and I take up a swifter pace. Where is she? I didn’t anticipate having to walk this far or long to find her again. But I can’t go back. Not yet.

I growl to my right makes me jump back, slamming myself into a tree trunk behind me. Not ten feet away from me he stands. White except for the red stains surrounding his muzzle, marking the success of a recent kill. He inches closer, teeth bared, snarling treacherously. So this is how it ends. ~~Finally.~~ Five feet away now. I can see his strong muscles glide beneath his skin with every move he makes. I reach my hand up slowly, hoping to find a handhold somewhere on the tree behind me so I can pull myself up before he can get to me.

“Who’s there?” The wolf’s ears perk up immediately at the voice, and his growl subsides into a low whine. I take a deep breath, realizing that I was holding the air out of my lungs the entire time. From the silver glint of the moon I can see a vague figure moving on the ground near where the wolf emerged from the forest. I stay silent, unsure if the voice belongs to someone who I don’t necessarily want to meet right now; I don’t feel like getting murdered in a haunted forest tonight. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. He shouldn’t hurt you, unless you are a peace keeper, then he’ll attack you.” Great. How the heck is a dog supposed to know my occupation? But the voice is right, and the wolf backs off in its direction.

“Hello?” I answer cautiously into the darkness, facing the direction where I see a slight stirring in the brush. “Who are you?” I don’t really want to know who he is. I’d rather just book it and get out of there as fast as my feet could carry me, but I know the swift threat of his sick little pet would be nipping at my heels before I could do anything about it. So I stand still as the cool breeze breathes heavy whispers against my neck.

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The call of the wolf [open] Jul 31, 2013 21:29:22 GMT -5

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Post by LumpySpacePrince on Jul 31, 2013 21:29:22 GMT -5

'Faster' her mind told her. Her eyes darted from tree to tree as her feet carried her over the forest terrain. Payto could hear the howls behind her. Her heart was pounding, and sweat poured down her face, glistening in the light of the full moon. Even though the summer sun had fallen, the humidity was still intense.

She came to a split between two clear routes, or at least they seemed clear from what she could see in the dark. The moon light silhouetted the jagged branches and rocks that lay before each path. Her mind was racing as the barks seemed to come closer and closer. "Come on, think!" She said aloud. If she didn't make a decision soon, she'd become a late night snack for a group of hungry wolves. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the monstrous forms moving in the distance. 'No time to think' Her conscience told her and her feet began to move once more.

Payto instinctively darted through the brush of the left path. She could feel the mud beneath her feet. Branches and twigs scratched at her as she trudged her way through, leaving small scrapes on her skin. The howls began to grow louder. Were they really that much closer? This urged her to move faster. Foot over foot she moved, occasionally tripping on a pronounced root. How was she to get out of this situation? How was she going to survive? Tears began to swell in her eyes. 'This can't be it' she assured herself. She wasn't going to die like this. 'I'm not going to die today.'

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ooc: So I moved my post here because I thought it fit well, and no one was replying to my original post : p So mind if I join?

Last Edit: Jul 31, 2013 21:32:59 GMT -5 by LumpySpacePrince

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The call of the wolf [open] Aug 2, 2013 18:16:02 GMT -5

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Post by Sage on Aug 2, 2013 18:16:02 GMT -5

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Bandit's growl changes into a soft whine as I look at the boy he's found. "Hello?" the boy asks. "Who are you?" I whistle softly to Bandit and he returns to my side, the way he likes to. "I guess I owe you an introduction, I'm Lynx and this is my friend Bandit. I know he's a wolf but he's a good companion for someone out here on their own" I reply. I look up at the moon before Bandits ears prick and he growls. "What is it, Bandit?" I ask, looking. I see another figure dart through the trees, obviously running from something. Before I can do anything, Bandit races after the figure and I'm stuck standing there and waiting for him to come back. I look at the other boy. "Now, do you mind telling me who you are?" I ask, just when I hear Bandit beginning to make his return. I look to see if he managed to catch the figure that had darted past and am surprised to find that it's a girl, Bandit nudges her forward and I raise an eyebrow. "Hello" I say.

OOC: I'm sorry, the reply is really short, lacking inspiration for this charrie but the next post should be longer. Thanks both of you for joining^^

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The call of the wolf [open] Aug 2, 2013 21:54:25 GMT -5

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Post by ~Paris~ on Aug 2, 2013 21:54:25 GMT -5

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A sharp whistle from the figure pierces through the wind that screeches past my ears, and the dog eagerly retreats back to his master. Thank Ripred. I take a step forward so the leaves are no longer sheltering the figure and his trusty mutt from the moonlight, and I see that the figure is a he, about my own age I would suppose. But nothing like me. I can tell, just from his casual posture, his negligent tone, that he is at home here. The place where he belongs. Wild. Dangerous.

“I guess I owe you an introduction, I’m Lynx and this is my friend Bandit. I know he’s a wolf, but he’s a good companion for someone out here on their own.” So not only am I dealing with some Tarzan jungle boy who lives out here all by himself, but also a nutcase who talks to wild animals and probably hasn’t seen another human for ages. I’m not sure which one would have more mercy, the dog or the lynx. I sure know which one I’m more afraid of at the moment.

While I’m in the midst of planning my escape from this ragged forest kid and his tamed puppy, the dog’s ears perk up towards a distant noise, far from my field of hearing. And then he’s gone. Just up and ran toward the sound, which I can now vaguely hear deeper in the woods, darted into the part of the forest where moonlight doesn’t reach. And he leaves me alone with Tarzan.

Tarzan’s eyes flicker from the forest where his friend just disappeared to meet my own. I don’t dare drop my gaze, remembering that steady eye contact equals power in the animal kingdom. I hope jungle boy abides by the same rules. Who am I kidding? Out here, there are no rules. “Now, do you mind telling me who you are?” he asks, his voice is not as harsh and cold as I imagined it to be, taking me slightly by surprise. I start to say my own name, careful not to drop his gaze, but a rustle of leaves to my right interrupts me and I jump a few steps back in surprise as a girl, followed by Bandit, steps into the moonlight. Lynx raises his eyebrow, as if he is amused by the girl, by myself. “Hello.” He says, while I just nod my head in recognition, unable to do anything else with my mind spinning at four hundred miles per hour and my blood pumping faster than it ever had before.

I don’t know why I do it, by I stretch out my hand toward the girl, who is breathing heavily, as if she’s been running for a long time at a fast pace. To something? From something? I don’t want to stay much longer to find out, but do I really have a choice? Of course not. I’ve never had a choice in anything. “Runyon.” I say looking at Tarzan to answer his question, but also while I grasp her hand lightly , the only greeting I was ever accustomed to. “My name’s Runyon, and I’m from nine. And you are?” I address the girl more directly than jungle boy, but I know he heard me so I won’t have to repeat myself. I know now that I won’t have to fight alone, if it comes down to it.

Too bad I can’t fight.

Won’t fight.

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The call of the wolf [open] Aug 3, 2013 22:22:10 GMT -5

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Post by LumpySpacePrince on Aug 3, 2013 22:22:10 GMT -5

Feet moving and mind racing, Payto could feel her body giving up on her. Her legs began feeling weak and her heart felt as if it was going to blow out of her chest. She knew she couldn't run much longer and if she was going to survive this, she had to think fast.

Spotting a tree, she noticed it could be easy to climb. She quickly sprints over to it's base and grabs the first branch within reach. Hoisting herself into the tree, she waits for the wolf mutts. It's not long before the pack rushes by, completely unaware of her position.

A wave of relief falls over her as the last wolf runs by. Sitting for a moment she catches her breath, savoring the air as it enters and leaves her lungs. The sweat pours down her face and sticks her clothing to her body. The next thing she had to worry about was how she was going to find her way back to camp. Her fellow wanderers must be worried sick.

Climbing down the tree, she looked around to make sure the coast was clear. She planned to walk back the way she came, and hopefully somebody would be looking for her squad. Unfortunately she would be the only one they would find....

Trekking back the way she came, she thought of the attack. Everything was so calm before those...those things

attacked. They came from seemingly nowhere, but wiped out her entire squad before they even knew what had hit them. Blood...

[/color] blood was everywhere. Screams filled the air as those beasts ripped out the throats of her ~~friends~~ family. A tear rolls down her cheek at the memory, the memory that would forever haunt her.

Her concentration was shattered at the sound of a snapping twig behind her. Turning around, she squints her eyes into the darkness, to see what had caused the noise. Beady familiar eyes shined at her. Her heart began to pound once again, fear welling within her. Slowly she backed away, eyes locked on the beast lurking in the dark. "Stay away!" She shouted at the beast, before darting in the other direction.

'No, no, no, no' Payto repeated in her head. 'Not again!' The wolf was on her heals, and she tried her hardest to stay fast. It wasn't long before she saw a light in the distance. The dim glow seemed to be that of a camp fire, and possibly her only hope of survival. She pushed herself to move faster, her heart racing once more, until finally she stumbled through the brush into an open area.

"Help!" she instinctively yelled as she scrambled to her feet. The wolf pounced out of the brush behind her, causing her to release a scream. She knew it was over.. She was dead, just like the rest of her squad..

It wasn't until she noticed the delicate hand on her own that made her realize everything was alright. At first the unknown hand made her flinch, but slowly her fear was replaced with caution and relief. There were two men, both seemingly unfazed by the wolf who stood before them, though the man closest to her seemed just as cautious as Payto was.

She learned that the boy's name was Runyon, and that he hails from district nine. He inquires about her name. Through deep breaths, she speaks. "My name... is Payto." Her eyes wander over to the other man and his wolf. His body language tells her that he is no stranger to the wild, or to that wolf. But who was this mysterious man?[/color][/justify][/size][/center]

ooc: Sorry if this sucks - _ - i'm just really tired : (

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The call of the wolf [open] Aug 10, 2013 16:24:06 GMT -5

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Post by Sage on Aug 10, 2013 16:24:06 GMT -5

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I may seem, to these two, a little wild and the truth is, I am. I've lived in the forest for at least five years (I think) and I've learned to become one with the wild. The girl introduces herself as Payto while the other boy introduces himself as Runyon. I can tell that both of them are weary of Bandit and I don't blame them, wolves can sometimes be unpredictable. Not Bandit though, unless he's hunting of course but then, aren't all wolves a little wild when they're hunting? I look at the pure white wolf, his amber gaze meeting mine with an intelligence that I'm used to seeing. At first, when Bandit had begun following me, I'd been surprised at the intelligence behind his eyes because I'd thought that all animals were stupid. How different I was now, now that I understood the ways of wolves. They were much like people in that they had families and those families looked out for each other, they even had their own hierarchy to determine who would eat when. Bandit, for some reason had chosen a life of solidarity, apart from myself, which was rare for wolves. Perhaps, it was just the way Bandit was.

I looked at the two people standing before us and tried not to appear threatening. "My name is Lynx, this is my friend Bandit. I hail from District twelve, and I've been wandering for about five years. There's no reason to fear us and I'm sorry if we startled you Payto, Bandit chases almost anyone who runs past" I say, my face serious. I don't want to startle these people who are obviously just wanderers like myself but i get the impression that I probably already have. I look at them, my eyes friendly, before I send Bandit off to do something else. "So, what brings the two of you to this part of the forest?" I ask.

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The call of the wolf [open] Aug 11, 2013 7:54:10 GMT -5

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Post by ~Paris~ on Aug 11, 2013 7:54:10 GMT -5

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When I first met Nike, she scared me half to death by the way she just appeared out of nowhere, showing off her stealth when she certainly didn’t have to. At first I didn’t know what to think of her, if I should introduce myself, or run, or just stare and say nothing like a blundering idiot. Apparently I chose to do the latter, because the look of whimsical amusement mixed with curiosity she gave me was a slap in the face, shrinking me down to nothing larger than a grain of sand.

The same expression slowly crawls on the face of jungle boy, casually talking the place of the formerly untamed I-might-rip-your-throat-out-or-I-might-not look he had worn up until this moment. As his stony gaze softens, so does his mutt, and so do I. I’m starting to think that this kid isn’t who I think he is, isn’t some psychopathic runaway who might just kill me."My name is Lynx, this is my friend Bandit. I hail from District twelve, and I've been wandering for about five years.” Okay, maybe he’s exactly who I think he is. There is no way in heck someone can live alone with a dog for five years and not be classified as mentally insane. But I also know that many wanderers don’t live alone, so I can’t allow myself to jump to any conclusions yet. But I still feel a pang of pity for Lynx. It must be lonely out here, and I was beginning to think that I was losing my mind after just one night. I imagine what that would be like, the days blending together in a blur of trees and moonlight, caring only for yourself and not having to worry about anything but your own survival.Is this place paradise or hell?

He goes on to apologize somewhat half-heartedly to the girl-Payto?- for his dog almost mauling her to death, and say that there is nothing to fear, that he won’t hurt us. How considerate of him. But truly, I am starting to feel more at ease, now that I know that I’m not alone with a crazy, and even though he still stands somewhat menacingly (probably out of habit) I feel the muscles on my back relax and I unclench my left hand. I realize that all this time I had still been holding the girl’s hand, small in my own, but warm. I let it drop, slowly falling back to her side.

"So, what brings the two of you to this part of the forest?" What brings me here? I almost forgot what I was doing, where I was going. Almost. I look at the two under the sparkling moon and starlight, and I see something in common: They both look like they’ve been here before, in the forest I mean. Even Payto, after just being chased by a pack of rabid overgrown dogs seems surprisingly calm here, like she’s at home. She must be a wanderer as well. It seems that I have nothing in common with these two, out here just for the sheer will of it, for the fact that they aren’t somewhere else. I am out here on a mission that was thrust upon me, and not taking it would likely mean the loss of life of someone I apparently loved but had never met. I had tried everything in my power-so, words- to stop Nike from wanting to do it, from wanting to kill her, but her flame is one that cannot be extinguished easily. I still don’t know what I’m doing out here, or what I will do when I find her, but I know it won’t end well for either of us.
“I’m headed somewhere, to meet someone,” I say, rather vaguely. I don’t want to talk about it. But I do. But I don’t, I can’t. Why can’t I? There’s no harm in telling a couple of strangers my story, and Lynx might even know her, being from twelve and all. Maybe telling them would give me courage to actually do this. “I’m not actually a wanderer like you two, I plan on going back to eleven, if I can.”[color-8bc0d6] The thought of not making it back never occurred to me. Nike might want to kill me, or I might get caught out here by Peacekeepers before I even make it to her. I don’t even know where I’m headed other than the immediate meeting spot she told me about, which wasn’t for many more miles. Where was she? And how do I get to her before Nike gets there first?

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The call of the wolf [open] Aug 11, 2013 22:58:03 GMT -5

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Post by LumpySpacePrince on Aug 11, 2013 22:58:03 GMT -5

A light breeze filled the trees with life as the branches dance and rustled around each other. 'I, Payto Anabar, almost died today.' The realization of that fact made her shiver, even though her body was soaked with sweat. How was it she survived, but yet even the most experienced of her squad were ripped to shreds.

Her body slowly relaxes, and fatigue begins to set in. She knows she should continue walking, in order to find her fellow wanderers, but Payto was hardly able to focus. She had to find a place to make camp for the night, but where? Could she trust these strangers she was with? Certainly the one closest to her was trustworthy. He did try to help her when she first burst through the brush, but what about the one who calls himself Lynx? He claims to be trustworthy, but even a rose looks promising before your finger meets it's thorn. Besides, Payto has learned not to be so open to others.

In response to Lynx's question, the boy closest to Payto 'Runyon was his name?' announces he is searching for someone rather vaguely. 'Who?' He then proceeds to say he plans on returning to district eleven. "You're from district eleven as well?" Payto asks rather intrigued. It's been quite a while since Payto has returned to her home district...Quite a while since her life fell apart.

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The call of the wolf [open] Aug 12, 2013 9:55:58 GMT -5

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Post by ~Paris~ on Aug 12, 2013 9:55:58 GMT -5

A distant call from an owl breaks the silence between the three lost people that surround one another, eyeing each other up, shrinking each other down. It is late, and I barely recognize that my eyes have been steadily drooping as the night wears on."You're from district eleven as well?" The girl, Payto, next to me speaks, her voice smooth as the wind that whistles through the tree branches above us. The mention of my own district jolts me out of the lethargic state of staring into nothingness I had acquired after remembering where I was going, wishing, praying that I wasn’t. At first I just stare at the girl, her words not really translating into any language I could comprehend, sounds just flowing across my ears without really taking hold.

Eleven. My district. Where I was born. Where I was raised by my father. Where my mother abandoned me, while taking my twin sister with her to nine. Where I’ve spent countless hours hoeing, raking, planting, weeding, harvesting, and again. Where I met Nike. Where I came from. Where I want to go back.

“Wait,” her words finally started making sense to me. “You’re from eleven?” I stand trying to believe what she says, but for some reason, her words don’t fit. She doesn’t seem like the eleven type, she’s too wild, too free. I can’t picture her ever harvesting the corn fields under the deadly august sun, or climbing in the orchards to reach the best fruit on the highest branches, or resting with her feet in the water of one of the small streams that run quietly through our district. Like a misplaced puzzle piece, she just simply doesn’t fit. Maybe that’s why she left.

I try to recall any vague distant memory I have of her, sitting in a classroom with me, eating at my lunch table in kindergarten, playing hide-and-go-seek under the peach trees, but nothing matches up. She is a ghost who left the life that I only wish I can return to. “Why did you leave?” I ask her, completely ignoring Lynx for the moment as he listens quietly under the shadows of the trees. I never anticipated to find a somewhat kindred spirit in a place like this, if I can even call her that. But I can’t exactly call her that, now can I?

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The call of the wolf [open] Aug 13, 2013 1:30:02 GMT -5

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Post by LumpySpacePrince on Aug 13, 2013 1:30:02 GMT -5

Four words. Four words are all it takes to make her relive the most haunting memories her conscience could hold. 'Why did you leave?' Payto knew the boy didn't mean any harm by the question. How was he supposed to know her horrific past? But slowly, Payto could feel the lump form in her throat. The gunshots, the shouting, the fear.. All of these ~~memories~~ nightmares rush through Payto's mind.

Glancing at her feet, she shakes her head slightly, a desperate attempt to fight back the building tears. She didn't feel comfortable just relaying her dark past to a random stranger, so she decided to avoid the question. "So, is it ok if I- I mean we, camp here for the night? It's dangerous out there, but together we may be safe," She says matter-of-factly, while addressing Lynx. By the looks of it, everyone seemed tired and in need of rest, so camping here may not be such a bad idea. Payto may not have trusted either of these men, but where else was she going to go?

Eyes moving to the dog, a sense of easement began to rise within her. Lynx seemed to have this wolf tamed. Maybe she would be safe here. At least no one has moved to kill each-other...yet.

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