Living in Exile {Open/Sirra}

[kieran]

Kieran bent his head to sniff at the plants near to his feet, trying to find the scent of a meal he could catch. His ribs were showing from his lack of feeding, but not too prominently. Even though he'd been a warrior in his past pack, hunting alone was not his greatest thing. His strong suit was hunting as a pack, and right now he had none. Having been driven out of his previous pack for slander against the Alphas--though it was true, the words he said--he was now forced to wander alone in these neutral lands. Thankfully there were no scent markers around here, because he knew he didn't stand a chance against a pack right now.

Sighing, the loner flopped down on his rear in the snow, golden eyes looking around him for any signs of life. There were none and he wondered if he was doomed to starve in these barren frozen lands. Maybe that wolf hadn't been right and the wolf Gods were punishing him for disobeying and distrusting his alphas.

Just then out of the corner of his eye Kieran saw a white rabbit step out from the underbrush near to him. Instantly he assumed a crouched position--slowly of course--and watched the rabbit closely. He crept close to it, and when it took off he did too. The chase was a long one along the banks of the river, but soon enough just when Kieran was sure he wouldn't catch the rabbit, the creature turned and launched itself into the river, Kieran on its heels. The water was too deep for the rabbit, and it was carried down current, Kieran chasing it until he saw his chance. Leaping into the icy cold river he snapped his jaws around the rabbit and drowned it.

The loner carried his dead quarry to the bank and after shaking himself off began to tear hungrily at it, only stopping once in awhile to pant for breath. It was his first meal in a long time, and it showed.

[sirra]

The icy snows of the late day brought icicles to form around its snout, as the hot breath rises from its mouth so did the feeling of fear. Something was watching it; the animal could feel it in its bones, well even though there was nothing on it but bones. Searching eyes still sized it up. The skinny squirrel, though it would be not even a snack, but at these times, especially to some predators, it would be a victory. Such as a wolf for instance, and it’s piercing amber eyes, its magnificent teeth that hold all of its ambitions. Then the amber eyes blinked twice before it revealed itself and sprang out moments too late, the squirrel had just missed being caught.

Then the wolf, it didn’t even look like a wolf at all. Well it looked adult, full grown, but its legs, tail, it was short, and almost mimicked a dog in height. The wolf, pure wolf looked up. Sirra was her name, and it was no question why she didn’t catch the prey, her figure wasn’t as agile and sneaky as others of her kind. She slapped her paw against the ground in anger; she had been trying for long periods of time, ever since she lost her brother, and ever since she joined Amethyst just to try and catch something, but it never worked. She didn’t want to be caught with a failed attempt in her own territory, embarrassing, she could only imagine. So she came out here. Her eyes glazed the woods around her.

“Maybe I should just stick with herbs and crap!” Sirra said moseying off to fallow the small trail of another small scent, faint and old. Rabbit. She rolled her eyes irritably and stalked off faster. This time she would get it, if not she could just bundle up a pile of yarrow and head back before sunset. She didn’t like much other worrying about her. Then she heard a loud splash from up ahead and the squeal of a rabbit along with many other splashes. Tipping her head in curiosity she came to fallow the sound and from across the river bed she saw another wolf, a loner, she could only guess from its jutting ribs and ravenous way of eating, she hid her slight giggle, and became serious. This was indeed a horrid time for food. She took another step forward, meaning to turn off and not disturb the wolf’s meal but accidently stepped on a sleeping pheasant who didn’t hear her and flew off in a warning call, very much startling her, and how surprised she was in how it didn’t notice her stomping throughout the wood.

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[kieran]

The rabbit didn't have as much meat on it as Kieran would have liked, but it was enough to put a dent in his hunger, so as he continued to tear at what was left of the meat, and gnaw the bones to get at the delicious, rich marrow inside, he wasn't even thinking much of the world around him. It could have been a blizzard and he probably would have never noticed it. Okay, maybe he would have since he was soaking wet with droplets of water rolling off his fur and making little dots in the snow around him and at his feet. It would be a cold day and even colder night if he couldn't warm up before then, but he was sure he would find someway to survive. He always did.

A loud sound to his right startled him out of his little world of food and delightfulness on his tongue and teeth. Golden eyes drifted, and teeth bared instinctively when he caught a scent on the wind. Another wolf was nearby, and he didn't know them. Friend or enemy, it could be either, and Kieran didn't really want to find out in his current state of cold and malnourishment. If it was the latter he wouldn't stand a chance against the wolf, but then again if it was the former... maybe help could be in order.

Sheathing his teeth again, Kieran stood stock still and watched from where the loud sound had come from. Though he had known the sound to be from a pheasant plummeting into the sky, the scent was very much wolf, and he was sure it was one of his own kind that had scared the bird into flight. "Who's there?" He asked, eyes drifting and scanning, waiting and watching, until he happened to spot a figure through the bushes. He could just make out their form, and knew instantly it was the wolf that he was smelling. "Show yourself."

[sirra]

She tried to hide her need and want to cuss at the darn pheasant, but she knew it wouldn’t understand her. Shaking her head irritably she tried to hover in the shades. Please, please don’t smell me! She thought, and it kept ringing in her head like she were wishing upon a star. She didn’t want trouble; she was too stubby to fight. Then she took a quick glance at the wolf. He probably would cause some harm, she might be able to get away, but it might be friendly..or-not. The drops of water still dripping off the male’s pelt, it looked freezing, and she shivered even thinking about it. Then it spoke, not too politely either. Show yourself.

“No use in hiding myself, you have a good nose… And-well, I’m not too terribly good at hiding either.” She said, her figure coming out into the shadows, to appear a lot smaller than the average wolf her age. She sighed hoping not to get a bad comeback. She sized the river up. It was quite small enough to be crossed by wading in the water, but too large to jump across in a single leap. She walked slowly to the bank, not taking her eye off of the newcomer, “My name is Sirra. Don’t worry I couldn’t possible cause much harm if you can tell.” She said testing the water with her paw. But I do have a nasty attitude… she whispered quietly to herself. “I’m just a Medic… of Amethyst.”

Then she looked at the rabbit, thought it was too much eaten to even tell what it is, or was. She still felt a strain of anger at herself, her thoughts knowing that she couldn’t catch this herself. Then she rose her head from it at sat at the bank, ice formed around the edges of the river where the snow would meet it with icy whispers of the trickling water moving fourth. It seemed quiet now, and Sirra felt oddly uncomfortable. “You are?” Though she’d always been like that ever since she’d lost her brother in that snowstorm, he’d always know how to handle situations like this. He still could be alive, but she couldn’t possibly know for sure, she had to get used to this. This life. These ways. No matter what.

[kieran]

Mere seconds after his he spoken his words, Kieran was granted with the sound of another's voice, responding to him politely. He watched the femme step out into the open, speaking still. Despite her obvious lack of a threat to him, he stayed hovered over his kill, water rolling off his pelt and dripping into the snow around his thin frame. This drenched it was obvious just how skinny he was because of his fur plastered to his body no matter how much he had shook off when he had gotten out of the river before laying into his prey like the animal he was.

“My name is Sirra. Don’t worry I couldn’t possible cause much harm if you can tell. I’m just a Medic… of Amethyst.”

Amithyst... Kieran rolled the name around in his head and he guessed that must be the name of one of the ruling packs around here. He wasn't worried about being on their territory, though, because he knew as well as any other wolf that territories were marked with scent and he'd smelled none as he had passed into here from his native lands far away. These were unclaimed, neutral lands as far as he could tell, and if they weren't his defense would be that there were no scent markers from whence he had came.

Golden eyes watched as the female known as Sirra padded around the bank of the river, obviously calculating things in her mind about it. It didn't bother Kieran. Instead he just started back in on his meal. Better to finish it off in case others were at her heels and planned to take what was left of the rabbit from him.

That is, until she asked about him, and who he was.

"Kieran. A loner." He replied shortly, before taking another few bites at the bones of his prey, making sure to suck out all the delicious marrow. It would help him to grow strong again, something he lacked now. "What is a pack wolf doing on these lands?" It was merely a curious question, Kieran still not letting himself go off-guard. his tail partially tucked in faux submission. He was no threat and hopefully she wouldn't turn out to be one either.

[sirra]

Sirra could see her presence didn't bother Kieran, or so atleast she thought. She could tell you would be traveling, most new to these parts as her. She watched curtly as he began to goble up the marrow that lay inside the bones, he ate it almost as if she wern't there.

Even though he seemed a 'non-threat' Sirra could tell that Kieran kept his pride a bit, she was amused. "Pleasure, I guess." Sirra said scanning the grounds, it almost felt as if she were waisting her time for the pack, she should be doing somthing useful not talking with strangers, she sighed and took a drink of water, taking her eyes off of Kieren knowing that he wouldn't sneak a surpries attack, but would he? idk I guess Sirra is just paranoid like that. Testing the trust of others. Then a not-so-fun question came the almost made her choke on her water. Even though it was a normal question anybody would ask, it, it was odd to Sirra and she stumbled through it.

"Well-well I.. the thyme and rosemary doesn't grow so-so good in Amithyst lands so...I...come out here to get it." She stated knowing what she just said was a bit uneasy for a layed back, supposivly cranky medic like her. Her claws teased the frosen moss beneath her, it felt like such an embarrassment to her, having others know she can't catch a piece of meat to save her life, the real reason she came out here. "And I suppose you came out here to hunt.... Doesn't it ever get lonley....?" She asked, kind of far-out looking as if she were asking herself the question instead of Kieran.

[kieran]

As the femme explained herself--albeit rather nervously, it seemed--Kieran arched a delicate eyebrow, focusing on her rather blatantly. It was obvious that she was either hiding something, or just shy over all when called on why she had came out to these lands. Perhaps she was at fault for something in her pack, or something had shamed her into coming out here. Or maybe she's just intimidated by me and doesn't want to tell me that to my face. Truthfully, who would? Kieran knew he certainly wouldn't.

"Oh... Sounds pleasant." He shrugged and finished off his meal until only bones and fur remained. Then he stood back up and once again shook off, trying to keep the water from soaking into his fur and chilling him. Once he was cold there was not much to do to be able to warm him in this kind of weather. This was true for anyone, really.

Walking over to the water's edge, Kieran bent his head down and started to lap at the freezing surface. The liquid assaulted his tongue and clashed with the taste of the blood and meat he had consumed. It felt nice, though, so he kept drinking until he'd had his fill, and then he sat back, washing himself in the clean snow. As he was doing so he heard Sirra's question, and it made him stop, looking up at her with golden eyes. "I suppose it gets lonely sometimes, but I'm afraid not many packs would take a loner when there are already so many mouths to feed this barren winter."

Shrugging powerful, thin shoulders, Kieran went back to cleaning, though his mind went on overdrive as to what Sirra had said about loneliness.

[sirra]

mmmhm! Sirra mumbled to herself, her wrods quickly difting to a hidden sigh. She slightly shivered to herself as the bitter cold leaked through her fur just a bit with every movment she made. She could see his reaction to her ever so stumbling talkshow, Sirra quickly decided there was no use for excuse and shut her mouth for a while as in the worf ate comfertably infront of her still. Maybe I'm being a trouble, should I leave this kerl to peace with himself? She kept thinking, once almost taking a step back to venture to where she came from. Then she had to admit that there was also something that forced her foot down, but every signle braincell in her body rejected the unsure act.

He lapped up the water, and much too. At this point, things got quiet, and Sirra started to feel unsecure until she asked him the question and he troubledly responded, but in a simple matter that most wolves wouldn't notice. He then stopped as if he realized something, or just found out a wonder that he forgot, an importance. There is man ways to put it. His golden eyes lifted swiftly to matched hers, making his comment seem almost.. heldback if you could put it that way.

You know what to say.

Yes I do.

Then Sirra's voice sounded as if it had a beat, nice and light, but strong and centered, most unlike her nature. "Well by the looks of your hunting, in which I have only sampled to watch, you'd be more like the one to help fill the mouths. I know if I were a leader, I would love good hunters-even more than fighters." Then she stopped, even though her mind and voice was confindent, that little voice, the conscience inside her head. Careful what you say... It could hit like a bullet, or be soft like a feather. Don't get ahead of yourself. She hated it, how she was always unsure like that, but why be so paranoid Sirra? She asked herself, why did she have this urge to be nervous. Like a chill in her spine.