For a pack as enormous as Kairos, it couldn’t half feel stifling sometimes. They laid claim to four vast territories, but sometimes, instead of making her feel secure, it only made her feel trapped. It sometimes seemed as though, eventually, the entire island would be brought under thumb by Kairos, and while she might once have rejoiced at that thought, she now found it an incredibly boring possibility. Liadan knew in her heart she would never leave Kairos unless something terrible happened, but she couldn’t imagine not having the choice to leave if she wished.
To remind herself that Kairos was not, in fact, the entire world, she took herself off to North Igneir. It was only a short swim from Vor’asa, but a change of scenery would hopefully do her some good. Perhaps there would be some pathetic loner for her to strike the fear of Kairos into, or perhaps a rather interesting character, or perhaps nobody at all, and she would be left to her thoughts. It had been a long time since she’d run into anyone who wasn’t of Kairos allegiance, not since that brute Kratos who had tried to talk her down from a fight. Liadan snorted fondly at the thought. She already had a father, as absent as her was, and she’d be damned before she let some stranger condescend her about brawling.
It felt good to stretch her limbs out on a grassy plain, rather than a sandy beach. Sand was a cumbersome terrain that made every movement twice as difficult, so it was a relief for her muscles to walk on solid ground again. The hot sun beat down on her thinning summer coat, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she trotted along, directionless but content. There was prey here that she could hunt, but before she did so, she decided to take refuge under the shade of a tree for a short while. Liadan lay against the trunk and stretched out a little, the earth cool beneath her thanks to the shade of the tree.
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Having resolved to move away from the jungle some time ago- away from the reminders of his past life, and towards somewhere where he might be able to finally settle down and find new purpose- Cirdan had been slowly winding his way north ever since, being as careful as he possibly could to avoid stepping over pack boundaries as he traveled and gaining whatever information on the local packs that he could from the local loners. Thus far, absolutely none of the southern packs sounded very appealing- either too large, too militaristic, or else too conflicting in morals for his liking- and thus he took the route to the northern lands, hoping to find new information that would allow him to decide where to best spend the rest of his time here on Anikira. He still wanted to ultimately devote his time to a pack of some nature, after all, and with the sheer number of organizations scattered throughout the continent he was sure that he'd secure a place within one that suited his very particular set of morals soon enough.
For now, however, he was content to wander, searching for either reliable food sources or some form of company that he could engage in conversation. Sadly, most of the wolves that dwelled in this area seemed to be rather morally grey at best, and Cirdan was not exactly keen on the idea of walking into a combat situation should he happen to not play his cards right around a particular individual. He liked to think that he was at least intelligent enough to not seek out the company of wolves who clearly had no interest in tolerating his presence, and he also had absolutely no interest in leading himself to the guillotine just because he had been eager for conversation. Until he had solid proof that another wolf upon these lands was of no threat to him, he would keep his distance, and not step over territory boundaries unless he found that he had no other choice but to do so. They were laws that had been instilled in him back upon the Isles, laws that had kept him alive during the tense period of war that the factions had experienced, and he saw absolutely no reason to abandon those teachings just because he now found himself upon an entirely new set of lands.
In the meantime, however, Cirdan supposed these lands weren't half-bad in terms of shelter and ample opportunities for food. He had caught a small fawn from one of the local deer herds this morning, and was currently in the process of dragging it into some form of shade that he could comfortably rest in to devour as much of it as he could in order to sate his appetite. Concentrated as he was on dragging the small body through the trees and foliage, at first the Isles male hardly noticed the female resting beneath a tree not far from him, and indeed he might have stumbled upon her entirely unawares had her scent not come to his nostrils when he had drawn within a reasonable distance from her. Casting his orange eyes upwards to view her for a moment, he sufficed for a small nod in order to acknowledge her presence in lieu of a greeting. Though he was not in inherent danger of drawing close enough to unnerve her or otherwise get any farther into her space than he absolutely had to, Cirdan settled for shifting the body of the deer and himself so that he was able to drag it to the right instead of straight, settling under his own tree a few feet away so that he could still keep an eye on the stranger while he ate.
He would not draw nearer to her or even attempt a conversation unless she prompted him to, for fear of disturbing the peace that she was clearly there to find, but he was not overly keen on having his catch stolen either- although the fawn was likely a bit too large for him to eat entirely by himself, and Cirdan couldn't say that he would be opposed to sharing should she decide that she wanted a bite.
In the meantime, he would settle himself and eat in peace, trying his best to be chivalrous towards a complete stranger.
Word Count: 724 Playmates:Liadan Other: I COULDN'T RESIST also he's the only character of mine in this area right now besides Hacathra and I...don't think Liadan would be very pleased to see her again xD
Liadan had only meant to rest a moment and regain her energy, but all of a sudden, she was blinking open her eyes with the passage of time immediately obvious from the sun’s movement across the sky. The girl moaned softly, annoyed but still sleepy, as she stretched out her achy limbs and realised belatedly that she’d probably pushed herself too much today. It hadn’t felt it when she’d been on the move, but she’d crossed a lot of terrain in a short space of time, eager to put Kairos land behind her. Now her body was a little sore, and her nap had only made her hungrier. Liadan could not help but huff irritably at her situation, and when she inhaled again the smell of fresh blood hit her nostrils.
Green eyes snapped up to watch the stranger she had not noticed. The brute dragged a fresh catch along with him, settling beneath the shade of a tree not far from her and nodding at her when he caught her watching him. Liadan suppressed an annoyed noise, but that did not stop her from grumbling under her breath. This territory was wide and expansive – why did he have to settle so close to her? The more she mulled it over, the more it annoyed her, and she found she could not longer bite back a comment. “What kind of pervert wakes a sleeping stranger with the scent of a fresh kill? Is North Igneir not large enough for you?”
Liadan’s stomach growled in protest as she expended her energy stretching her forelegs before her, shifting her neck from side to side as her shoulders cracked happily. The sun was not so hot anymore. It would be perfect weather for hunting, but she was so drawn to the male’s food. Perhaps she could fight him for it, though she wasn’t quite sure she had the energy for that.
When she looked again, she noticed something else about the male: he was an Isles wolf. His markings were different to the ones she was accustomed to seeing on such a breed, but there was no mistaking the colours and markings. Liadan recalled the last Isles wolf she had run into and recoiled at the thought. Waking up from her nap had made her more irritable than usual, and she was overcome with the desire to find out whether this one was as annoying as the last. Was it a trait inherent in these Isles wolves?
Drawing herself up, Liadan padded toward the stranger, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “You’re an awful long way from home, Isles,” she drawled. So far, he’d been quiet, which was at least a good start in being less irritating than Hacathra, but there was plenty of time for her to change her mind. Heritage had been something of a sore spot for the last Isles wolf she’d come across, but this one might not react as badly to her unique brand of gruffness. Besides, her statement had been innocent enough, if you ignored her barbed tone.
For a moment there was only silence, broken occasionally by the crunch of a less stable bone between his teeth as Cirdan continued to gnaw upon the carcass of the fawn. Jerking his head to rip off a particularly persistent piece of muscle and sinew, the cream-pointed male startled slightly once he heard grumbling coming from near him, glancing around briefly and wondering if yet another wolf had happened to stumble upon the gathering while he was preoccupied with his meal. When no other presence revealed itself, the Isles male realized that the grumbling had come from the female beside him, his ears perking in curiosity as he momentarily stopped eating to regard her. She hadn't seemed immediately bothered by his presence once he had arrived on the scene, but he supposed that his close proximity could have served to unnerve her, if nothing else, and quite often fear could be quick to turn to anger in an individual. It was something he had learned while his mother had been actively training him in the art of healing, and something that he knew very well how to deal with, provided that he played his cards carefully.
So when she threw rather caustic words at him- likely in an attempt to alleviate her aggression- Cirdan was ready with his own calm sentences. "I wasn't aware that eating near someone was considered perverted, but I suppose that I'm still learning about the customs of these lands," he commented mildly, tongue working at his teeth for a moment to clean out a piece of meat that had become lodged there before continuing. "If it bothers you at all, ma'am, I will gladly move elsewhere. I hadn't thought at all about the possibility of settling so close to another wolf, and I do humbly apologize for the error. I was simply reaching the end of my rope as to the effort that I could expend to drag it, and my exhaustion got the better of my judgement." He was careful to word his sentences as mildly as possible to avoid setting the stranger off any further than she already seemed to be, his posture kept low and relatively submissive as he spoke. "In any case, I do think the fawn is a bit too large to me to entirely eat on my own. You're welcome to whatever portion of it you wish, if you're in need of a meal." Hopefully by appealing to her better nature, he could dispel some of the hostility that she seemed keen to show off- no wolf, regardless of how prickly their nature was, was going to turn down a chance at a free meal (though he certainly hoped that she wouldn't decide that he looked like a much more appetizing target and render his efforts null and void).
She stood and drew nearer to him, then, and though her actions seemed to lack any hint of aggressive intent Cirdan still kept his gaze trained on her as she approached, fully willing to leave the carcass behind and make a break for it should his attempts at pacifying her fail. The female growled out that he was far from home, referring to his species name as though she was familiar with his kind and had fostered a dislike towards them, and though he tried to resist the urge to do so Cirdan couldn't help the wry chuckle that escaped from his mouth in that moment at such a statement. "Suppose I am a bit far from home," he said, taking a moment to glance back towards the jungle that he had left behind. "Not sure that I can do anything about it, though. The tunnel that I came here through appears to have closed behind me. Unless I want to risk a swim across the ocean, but that seems a bit ambitious, all things considered." A lopsided grin appeared on his face for a moment as he directed his gaze back towards the female, cocking his head slightly. "Ah, I apologize for the lack of manners. My name is Cirdan. Can I ask for yours?"
Word Count: 686 Playmates:Liadan Other: Good thing he's got the patience of a goddamn saint unlike some Isles wolves I could mention
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