S.ilent W.andering

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...Don't Wanna Reach For Me Do You...

Quietly his legs moved him forward from the dense forest into the open area known as Hageshii Shizukesa. Crimson gaze flickered in the pale starlight under a mess of rich midnight hair. A very faint clinking and, the soft sound of paws crushing soft green earth were all that really and truly broke the silence of the stilled night air. This was the time he seemed most relaxed, the cool air wrapping around him like a chilled blanket, now the only thing that could make it better would be rain. Not just any rain however, bone chilling gray rain, the kind which many creatures welcomed around this time of year.

His gaze had been resting upon a tree, the strange markings both welcoming and chilling to him, calling to both sides of his blood. He was unusually calm and quiet for a beast of his breeding, his slender legs and body still ever slowly moving toward the great tree. The male came to a halt, a slight breeze kicking up, pushing his mane off toward the left, drifting through his mangled ears and playing with the black cross hanging from the gold chain linked to the two hoops in his left ear. Closer to the tree now, his coat gleamed white under the pale glow of the tree's markings.

Stepping ever closer now, the severity of his torn and battered ears became more visible, along with crimson scars littering his body. Claw marks over the top of his snout, sliding to the left, vertical gashes down either side of his throat, rather centered showing how skilled the attacker had been, there was a nasty bite scar on his right front leg and then, probably the most painful looking scar was what was once a deep gas running down his left hip. Relaxed now, mind, body, and soul he gazed upon the tree, watching the rather vibrant light show along the markings on the bark.

Soon enough questions began to swirl about in his mind. How did this tree come to be? How was it still here? Why were there such strange markings upon the bark and, why on earth were they glowing? He was still so rather new here and so the Legends nd Stories of the Ancient Times were unknown to him. Gods in all honesty he hardly knew of his own kind. "Who am I Great One...? Can you even answer?" He called out calmly to the great tree, his tone quiet, smooth, and calm. His sleek and rather elegant form caused him to stand out quite a bit from your average wolf, not to mention his mane and odd scars only added to his eerie appearance.

...I Mean Nothing To You...

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::-:: Silat ::-::

Silent silver eyes watched with a calm severity to them, the eyes of a stalking warrior and a creature of great patient. Those eyes were lax and loose, not the orbs of an animal stalking her prey, but of one simply watching the world go by in a languid state of bliss. The eyes of a feline. Silat watched the wolf, who came upon this place of great peace and meditation, and looked up towards the gods. Yes the pretty young Snow Leopard had often found herself doing so. This place, Hageshii Shizukesa, was a place of gentle peace, yet unimaginable power all in the same. And suddenly the beaten warrioress started to hum. It started off as a simmering rumble in her chest, causing the generous fur about her neckmane to ruffle a resplendant silverine-white. Then, from between vicious white canines, and a lolling coral tongue, a song formed. It was an old song, something her mother had sung long ago. It drifted from the dusty shelves of her brain, along with a sudden sadness. Kelabit, the Clan. The happiness.

"Just like Love and Pain
Blood and Rain
Are one and the Same."

Shoulders rolled, exsentuating the deep lines of muscle trimming down her fine legs and flanks. Legs were somewhat short and her bodice roiling into a stout, lean feminin feline. She had been laying amongst the underbrush of the overlapping forest. Her form moved with shadow grace as her gentle, and angular face pressed forward through the trees. It was obvious her presence had already been known by the battered male wolfen, for her song had carried quite a bit. It might have been the fact that her napping spot had been not but a few good bounds away from the fellow. She would not be caught dozing though. He had caught her attention, and thus as the curiousity respectful of the feline race, she would investigate. Finally her rosette-spotted, silvering white bodice rippled and pealed from the edge of the forest and stepped forward to greet the brute. That beautifully angular face portrayed a look of serene friendliness betwixt the silver eyes of a leader.

That long, spotted tail thickening at the tip seemed to waver with a life of its own beyond the Snow Leopard. Dome dipped forward in a bow of sorts, revealing a set of small, tight-pressed ears.
"I too often seek the word of the gods on these lonely nights, my friend."
This was not the first time, Silat had spoken with a wolf. They were a wonderful species to converse with, along with Ravens and the such. Head came back up and Silat settled back on rippling haunches. This movement allowed a window of time to observe the warrior's marking upon her left haunch, the symbol of Mars, God of War.

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[ooc] - Hey Crossfade, I'm sorry, but I'm pulling Silat out of this thread and leaving her open for something else. If you come back and wanna RP again just PM me, kay? ^^