new arrival wanders

[deardominique]

The days grew shorter. The nights, longer. It had taken time to reach the pack borders, but there stood he.

A male wolf, no doubt. His thick ebony hide ruffling softly in the breeze. Silken obsidian fur, was not of the regular coarse texture, which was common to the wolven species. But rather, soft and slightly longer variety. Compared to a modern-day canine, it closely resembled the coat of a Flat-Coated Retreiver. Over his left eye of a sterling hue, was a pattern of alabastor that created the illusion of a vertical scar. But in reality, it was nothing but a wild stripe of ivory fur. Bushy, full tail was home to three rings, of the same color. These were equally as distinctive.

Overall, the gentlewolf was rather tall and lanky. Sinew did not ripple beneath his silken coat of the darkest raven-hues. His stance was nonchalant and laid back, posing no infinite confidence of threat, which would most likely result in a confrontation from the alpha's and other superior wolves of this pack.

A wolven brow arched, the scent of fellow kin reaching keen ebonite trils. But alas, where were they?

[Aveilthé]

Her tongue flopped irritably, though idly pushing it's way out from between her wrinkled lips. Aged face suddenly turned heavily eastward. A scent tickled her dark nose, thus causing her full attention. Excessively fuzzy black ears rose, also. "My my, so I am not the only one that's new," she muttered to herself. Her voice was croaky, and very old- sounding. Heaving her body up, she walked steadily towards the scent, careful to avoid the upright, sharp rocks where her hair might snag. Indeed, she had very long hair. So long, in fact, that it dragged many feet behind her, accumulating dust and leaves. Even more bizarre about this, was the fact that she wore a variety of antlers simply tangled in her hair, with well-cared for eagle feathers dangling from each point. In an attempt to cause little chaos, her hair was tied once, but only in vain; it did not stop snagging on trees or bushes from all around her. She was average-sized for her height, or perhaps a bit smaller - she was not exactly the biggest-looking wolf. She looked very old, with bits of wrinkles upon her face. A stocky muzzle is visible, poking out from a very round face. A long, scraggly tail drifted noncommitally behind her. Visible around her neck was a medicine pouch of some kind. Obviously, just by her appearance alone, she was an individual that practiced shamanism - and was a medicine wolf, or a healer, to be precise. Then, it may be most obvious what her ability was. Paws were big, and prominent among her features. Legs were long, yet bony. These led her idly to her destination. Soon, she was there in no time. Her vibrant green eyes, full of life, looked the male wolf up and down, examining his curious-looking appearance. Ahh, a young male. How exciting! "Ahh, good nigh' this be'; arr, but there be a war going on. Can you hear they' shouts? Sounds like a very nasty battle by forces tha' are simply too evil for us to mingle with. P'haps we should be discreet. P'haps the leaders of this... curious... pack would gladly let us in, but they be busy. I'ma Healer wolf, so undoubtedly I'll be most valuable to aid those that need some healin'." She paused. "Forgive me... fo' I know I talk too much, and we are both new. I have no authority, but p'haps stick with me and together we could enter this place without no harm doin'. No sense in sittin' out here where they be creatures of different evil plannin' an attack. They do so."

[deardominique]

Allowing a soft sigh of fair exasperation escape wolfen lips, he idly shifted his weight from one paw to the next. Full, bushy tail flicked sharply beyond his attenuated physique. Obsidian threads of silk, were shaken rather abruptly as the tall male gave his velveteen hide a quick, yet through shake. Pointed hearkens were perched impassivly upon his broad skull, subtly swivelling to the odd resonance produced by the hinterland sprawled out before him. It seemed the lands were so vast, that much was untouched.

"Aye...?"

The word was more-or-less murmured, as he turned swiftly on his heel, reeling around to face the aged she-wolven who was now in his prescence. Eyes of a peircing silver color gave her a fleet once-over, scrutinizing her unique appearance of eagle feathers and medicine bags. Never before had he been witness to a wolf of her...genre. A brow arched inquisitivly, both amused and intrigued with the wolf. As she spoke each word, Kendall listened quite attentivly, giving light dips of his muzzle in acknowledgement,

"Is it really so easy to assume I am new to these lands?"

He posed the question wryly, the shadow of a smirk playing upon ebony maw. Vocals were deep, slightly husky, but had the charming and familiar melodic sound of a young male in his prime. Long, lithe legs careened his figure forwards a few silent strides.

"A war...?"

The male took particular heed of this statement, and paused appropriately. The female mentioned you could hear thier shouts, naturally, Kendall actually began to listen with focus, for the first time since he arrived. Indeed, far off in the distance he did hear a soft clamor that could very resemble some sort of chaos. As war could often be so simply summed up as.

"Atleast it is quite often the talkative ones, who you can trust. If only for a short time...
It's the silent one's you must take note of."

[Aveilthé]

"You are very wise," replied she, "and in answer to your question..." She laughed some, which was feeble and light like the hint of ancient wind.. "Arr. Apparently. You stand there like a lump on a log, though your heart seems restless, though your mind weary. Hmmn. P'haps I've perceived wrongly." Her antlers rattled and clacked together as she shook her whole body. "They' northern winds'a blowin' through, young'n," she commented, flicking her head in an odd attempt to swish her hair to the other side - the better to see the young male. "It be cold. Lets'a go through and find some shelter. If they' Alpha or some leader are angry for us trespassin', we can appologize, ey? That sound good?" she asked, her wrinkled lips pulled back to display a friendly smile. "I say it be my fault if we get in trouble."

[deardominique]

A soft chuckle departed the male's ebonite muzzle. A slightly exhilarated smile adorning charming features, ahh, she wasn't so bad. Atleast he had some company. Definately an improvement of his first impression of the peculiar she-wolf.

"Preceived wrongly? Far from it.
Aye, I do sit here, idly. Knowing not where I
should wander. Nor what to make of myself,
when I do stumble across, or rather...
Cross paths with another."

Kendall nodded, listening to her last remark and feigned somewhat of a laugh. Full tail whisked gently beyond his lanky figure, cranium tilting a few precise degrees off to one side as he mused,

"All ready to take the blame, eh?
Well, I wouldn't want your reputation tarnished.
Whereas me?
I've been known to cause some trouble.
If the alphas are displeased with us in anyway, please,
do not refrain from blaming the hard-headed male with the black fur."

[Aveilthé]

"Pffft," she replied, giving a roll of her wrinkled eyes. She decided to not give this wolf a full reply. "Less'a go, then, ey, before them cold demons find us. The air brings chill!" With that, she led the way into the territory of Shinkou Ookami, feeling a deadly chill run down her spine. "Tha' air is angry and frigid," she commented in a frightened tone, halting a few feet away from the borders. "The Spirits don't like it! What say we turn back?" were her frantic words, turning around in a full circle to face her comrade. Her eyes were bulging madly, in a state of shock and fear. She seemed like she was suffocating with so much evil in the air. Suddenly, a dark shadow loomed over the two trespassers of Shinkou. An instant throaty growl was issued. It was one of Ghost's ugly minions. "Hullo, little wolfies," said the shadow, it's fangs revealed from its cold and dismal face. A diabolical snicker escaped from it's abyssmal voice, and more laughing continued as reinforcements surrounded the two. "I bid you welcome... to HELL." All the shadows promptly chuckled, closing in around the wolves. Meanwhile, poor Kalpana's face turned white with fear. "Agh, back away you cold demons of Hell," she stammered, shaking her antler-bearing hair. Her hair seemed fuzzier; indeed, it was simply a way to make her image look more threatening. "I'm simply growing way too old for this..." came her tiny voice once more as she looked at the first demon that spoke in his hellish crimson gaze.