The disease that wiped the earth of mankind has returned, and it's starting to change its hosts somehow. Reports of unearthly powers are arising all over Toren while more and more become infected.
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< 11 JULY 2017 > The staff auditions and OTMs are officially OVER. I'd like to welcome our two new staffers - Lutheus and Crowenth! There will be some new events soon, as well as a big announcement - so watch this space.
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despite the fact that it was still early morning, the sun was bright and shining, and the sky was crystal clear. it was a gradient of perfect, pale robin's egg blue fading into a bright azure overhead. it was maybe a little misty out, sure, but all that meant was that it was going to be one hell of a day. the grass was still wet with dew, causing a shiver to ripple down greer's spine as he strolled through the tall grass that surrounded the lake. his red-orange coat was becoming more than damp from the dew, though he didn't exactly mind. the spring rains had taken clearly taken their toll on the vegetation here. everything was one shade or another of bright green, and if it wasn't green then it was one of any number of vivid hues in the spectrum. it was almost surreal in its beauty - if one took the time to appreciate it. and greer had nothing but time on his paws. a content growl rumbled in his throat and he licked at his chops, wondering if it would be worthwhile to try and hunt here.
probably not. greer gave a sigh that was half whine and licked his lips again. oh the troubles of being the lone wolf! the long-legged wolf continued to pick his way through the tall grass, careful to avoid any patches of ground that were particularly wet and marshy, and wove around all the pretty flowers down toward the water's edge. as he drew closer it became impossible to avoid marshy ground and soon greer was ankle deep in cold, muddy water, his toes sunk into the soft mixture of loam, plant, and general muck beneath the surface of the water. the initial touch was icy and the hair along his back and neck stood on end with the shock, but he quickly became accustomed to it. greer slowly strolled deeper, his lanky figure still obscured by the tall grass, the reeds, and the cat tails that poked through the surface of the shallows before the water finally became too deep for their growth.
eventually the maned wolf stood belly-deep in lake water that was still annoyingly cold despite the fact that it was almost mid-summer now. he lowered his head and lapped at the lake water a couple times, letting the refreshing liquid fill his belly and ease the pangs of hunger that rippled through it. maybe it would be worthwhile to take a moment to try and find some prey around here, there should be birds aplenty hiding in the reeds and small animals hiding in the grass on dry land. not to mention fish in the lake: small minnows darting around his toes and bigger fish the deeper he went. of course, greer wasn't much of a swimmer, let alone a fisher. no, he would stick to shallow water and dry land and hope that he got lucky.
She peered from behind the towering reeds and tall grass in the manner that a foal peers from behind the sturdy legs of its mother. Had she been in the Graveyard, her un-moving form could have easily been mistaken for a painted relic or monument. Her muzzle hovered above the water and her neck craned outwards and her legs were sunk well into the mud, putting the tips of the foliage just above her back and the water at her stomach. Had she borne a coat of gold topped with green she would have camouflaged perfectly into her surroundings. But, alas, she did not bear such concealing hues. The blue mare stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison to her surroundings, but there was enough greenery around her to partially keep her from being seen. Morning mist curled over the water, tendrils of moisture rolling around her.
She wasn't spying or trying to be sneaky--Alixra was simply observing. It was not uncommon for her to simply stand in one spot for a long period of time and just watch the world around her. It was this way that she learned a lot about others and what went on around Toren without being involved in too much drama. She thought back to all of the times she had done this, knees locked and eye sweeping about, deathly still. The cool water she was partially submerged in numbed her limbs and chilled her body, but it was a relief to the summer heat that had recently been plaguing her without mercy.
The silent entity's attention was drawn quickly toward the sound of water moving some ways ahead. Her dial lifted slightly and her ears pushed forward, gaze falling solidly upon fiery-pelted creature wading into the water. Her interest was genuinely piqued by the build of this canine. Long legs stretched out from underneath a lithe body. Large ears sat atop a fox-like head and a short, thick tail of fur hung to a point just above the crook in its back legs. Alixra was left wondering what species this... thing was. She didn't mean the general word in a harsh way--she wasn't sure if it was simply a type of wolf or a type of fox or something else completely unheard of. She had never seen a being quite like this one, and it was this fact that made her want to know who exactly it was. But for now, she would refer to it as a fox, as that was what it's build and color reminded her of the most.
Startled minnows fled from her legs as she moved forth, the sounds of her own body moving water joining the other presence's just before it stopped. She shouldered aside the reed-like foliage and emerged from her hiding spot, stopping as she revealed herself. There was a couple of yards of space between them, connected by her gaze, which lay steadily upon the fox. She tilted her head slightly to the size as she fleetingly examined him, path of sight flicking away frequently so she wouldn't feel as if she was staring rudely. As a moment or two passed she became suddenly aware that if she did not say something soon, there would be an awkward silence, and Alixra didn't like awkward silences.
"Greetings," came her standard salutation as she dipped her head. Her stance was still slightly defensive as she took a moment to try and decipher the intentions of the opposing beast. There was an obvious and drastic difference in the depths of where they stood--the near-15-hand mare's shoulders were even with the fox's. She shuffled her hooves to prevent them from dragging lower into the mud. Alixra immediately regretted ever approaching this stranger, as she always did when curiosity drove her to such lengths. For all she knew, it could be a psychopath killer with a taste for horse meat. Within moments it could be upon her in an attempt to take her down, and she knew that she wouldn't have been able to move very quickly with the tender silt that was swallowing her hooves as she stood. She recalled the being's thin legs and wondered how hard it would be to break them if it attacked her.
"I was wondering... What are you?" Her tone was slightly sheepish as she spoke, feeling a bit rude for asking but unable to contain it. She sidestepped further toward the shore so that the water only came up to her knees, uncomfortable with the previous depth they had been at. This only altered her position by a couple of feet, and put a tad bit more distance between them, though with her slightly forward-set path it was not too much of a difference.
She was not sure what gender it was, either. As she was not familiar with the species, she was also not familiar with identifying the creature's sex, either. She waited to hear it's voice in hopes of gleaning this information from it.
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the sound of rippling water pulled the lanky wolf out of his trance with a start. he jerked his narrow muzzle from the water, not immediately registering the scent of the interloper. the tall reeds rustled, tops swaying from more than just the breeze, and greer automatically flattened his large, bat-like ears against his skull. friend or foe was the question at hand, but there were very few beings in the world that the maned wolf would count as foe. so then the question became this: friend or breakfast? the fire coloured wolf lifted his ebony muzzle high into the cool morning air and attempted to pick up the scent of his visitor. unfortunately, there wasn’t much success to be had. the morning mist masked the smell of almost everything, leaving the identity of the visitor a mystery. however, the intrigue only lasted a split second and then the pale blue essa slipped out from between the reeds. the long-legged wolf stared brazenly at her and noticing how she was making a careful effort to not do the same. he would have laughed if the silence hadn’t seemed so suitable for the moment. the chances of running into anyone out here this early in the day, stranger or not, was ridiculous.
greer licked his lips and studied the damsel, mostly noting her small stature. she was more or less shoulder height with him, though he wasn’t sure if that was because of the way the lake slanted and rose. her pelt was a unique tone, blue in colour with slightly darker patches where she had gotten wet. her eyes, too, were a gentle shade of blue. not cold and icy, but the colour of the sky on a morning such as this. he supposed that she was pretty – for an equine. after a moment, his observations were interrupted as she finally uttered a greeting. the water around her stirred, presumably as she shifted her stance, and the ripples lapped at the maned wolf’s legs. he returned the nod to her, a blank expression on his lips. "nice day, isn’t it?" he responded, flicking an ear. but when she followed up her salutation with a question, greer had to resist the urge to laugh out loud.
"what am i?" he gave the femme a small, crooked smile. "isn’t the question normally who are you?" the wolf’s smile grew and his dark chocolate-hued eyes glinted with mischief as he watched her shift her position. he couldn’t condemn her for being afraid. if he had been born a prey animal, he would have been cautious with whom he spoke, too. but fortunately for the blue-toned mare, greer had absolutely no desire to gut her. "but i suppose your question is a fair one, and to answer it: i’m a maned wolf." he paused for a second, then continued. "what? never seen one before?"
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As he spoke, she identified his generally deeper voice as male. She hoped that the males of whatever species he belonged to weren't more aggressive than females. She tensed at the slightest, though the only hint of it was the barely-visible ripple of water that rolled out from her form.
Relief washed over her like the water lapping at her legs as he seemed to make no move to attack, enveloping her and sweeping through her mind. She as glad that he didn't have any sort of harmful intention at the moment, as she wasn't exactly in the move for fighting. A creature with that long of legs was either extremely agile or extremely clumsy, but the first was more likely, and a creature that quick could easily keep making its way to her left, which was her blind side and vulnerable to approach. The scarred femme tipped her ears back bashfully as he spoke, up until the point where he said her question was a fair one. She turned her gaze quizzically back upon him upon stating that he was a 'maned wolf'. He could see where the 'maned' came from, but he wasn't quite sure where the 'wolf' part came from. He looked more like a long-legged fox. But, oh well. Who was she to question the logic in what he was?
"Yes, but you're not normally what I see," she replied to his first reel, a timid tone lacing her voice. She shook her head as he asked if she had never seen one of his kind before. "No," she answered along with the motion. A thoughtful look crossed her features as she tilted her head to the side slightly. She wondered if their species had any strange names. It was merely an idle thought and not a blatant assumption, but she had heard some pretty strange names from every species in her short period of having been alive (a little over three years wasn't exactly considered old when it came to horses, of course).
"I'm Alixra," she introduced after a slight pause. She didn't follow it up with anything else--she had never been one for many or unnecessary words. She hoped that the male would return the favor in introducing himself--she was interested in knowing his name. She hadn't made a large number of wolf friends (in fact, this would only be the second direct encounter with a wolf she had ever had), and maybe making some would benefit her in the future.
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the maned wolf wasn't sure what he was getting into with this fearful and hesitant mare, slow conversations weren't exactly a specialty of his and he didn't enjoy beating around the bush. nor did he enjoy being seen as a predator when he had absolutely no intention of acting as such. didn't the essa realize that a single wolf was no match for an equine? she was too big - even at her size - for him to bring down alone. greer couldn't speak from experience, but he knew that a kick from a horse could break his bones and possibly even kill him, depending on where the hoof struck. no, the long-legged wolf had no intention of trying something so foolish. he settled his visage into a bored, uninterested expression and pretended that he didn't notice the dame's relief when he didn't make a move to do, well, anything. he did, however, have to extend an extra effort to not roll his eyes at her.
"figures." greer muttered, flicking an ear. he shifted his weight, the lake mud cool on his toes as it engulfed his paws. a murky cloud rose around his legs, obscuring them from view as the water rippled around the wolf's lanky figure. the cold seeped further into his muscle and bones, despite the thick fur that covered his frame. the chill from the cold lake water wasn’t improving the sour mood that was slowly befalling him, either. greer knew that his species wasn't one of the most common, but it was no less irritating when the only topic that could be dredged up in a conversation was his unusual appearance. it happened nearly every time he came in contact with someone else, whether they were canine or equine, and it was becoming extremely annoying.
however, the wolf couldn’t simply ignore the mare, as much as he would have liked to. greer may have been behaving poorly, but he wasn’t so rude as to simply walk away from a conversation. "greer." he introduced himself, swishing his tail and causing a small splash and more disturbance in the water with the movement. his disinterest in the conversation wasn’t aiding in his ability to continue it, either, so he just stood there, almost belly-deep in the frigid water, silent. he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to tolerate the cold without negative side effects on his body, but he supposed a little while longer wouldn’t hurt- the mare, alixra, would be getting cold, too.
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