Central Domov

Was it time already? It seemed like he'd just finished burying himself in the hardened rain only moments ago... This wasn't actually true. In fact, the entire night was spent trying to gain comfort--mostly from lack of warmth. He swore that all the surrounding environment focused on doing was making his and every other life form's daily (and nightly) life miserable. Of course, cursing nature for being nature was a frivolous, and not to mention, childish thing to do. No one controlled nature and no one ever would. He opened his eyes with a light flutter, squinting them back shut immediately when the light hit them. One would think the clouds would at least weaken the extremity of the sun, but this wasn't the case. No. In fact, the clouds seemed to only intensify the intensity.

Generally, Atlas was a lighthearted, optimistic, and overall, happy being. However, the lack of sleep he'd suffered as of late had really begun to taint and thwart his attitude. Of course, his exterior would never display anything but his same old blithe self. With no more thought about the current misfortunes, he stood from his small burrow in the white ground. Snow clung to his fur, and from what he could tell, had frozen to his nose. He shook, freeing his coat of the small flakes. Wind carried them off, and in all honesty, created a stunning visual. They twirled about, eventually finding a place to join the rest of the flakes. He yawned, releasing a puff of white, then began padding to Kevser and Cicuta. His paws dragged lazily on the ground, obstructing the once, impeccable flatness of the snow. He really did need proper rest.

"Wonderful day, is it not?" His voice carried on a slight hint of sarcasm. He grinned after speaking. His belly beckoned for food with a small and inaudible growl. If it weren't for his being canine, starvation would be a much more prevalent threat. He made the whole not eating thing a sort of a game. For him, the longest period without food had been a long and grueling spell of sixteen days. Right after his family had been slaughtered. He didn't ever think he'd go that long without eating again. It was, after all, a boast-worthy feat.




Mentioned: Kevser and Cicuta
Addressed: ^ and ^
O0C: So it begins! I am excited! This character is a freaking joy to roleplay! I get to be so happy haha.

The winds howled harmoniously about the bland terrain of hidden colors, tree's wearing coats of huddling white speckles whilst the ground was blanketed by thick sheets of compacted snow. It was the harshest season any creature could attempt to survive, and in the heart of their home it was hard to abandon such place just to find something warmer. Below small collection of ivory flecks, motion could barely be seen in center of open terrain, light breathing heaving hefty coverage up and down whilst sighting of ebony ear-tips protruded surface and twitched in irritation to any particles that may have drifted within the open cavities.

After a short moment of gentle breathing, visible ears coming alive with rotating motions before thick pile of snow sudden began cracking and lifted slowly from its evened layering. Contrasting tones of oaken brown visage emerging as clumps of chilled seasons dust fell only to blend back within its kin of frost. Nasal passages that seemed to hold leather like appearance heaved to and fro at the biting air, whilst sights of gentle tawny tinge flickered alive and immediately scanned all visible terrain; squinting quickly from the unexpected light of clouded day dawning upon everything about. He could hear faint howl, one of familiarity riding upon that heavy gust that bashed into almost every living thing like a brick to the chest. Though if it wasn't for the fact he was practically chilled to the bone already, it would of caused him to loose breath for a short moment.

As he listened to this soft call, he drew himself to extend forelimbs before his chest, hauling him up as hind legs cracked from strain of being coiled so tight over-night. Tension within his spine, chest and forelimbs causing him to dip down once more, chest lowering almost to the point of touching the terrain below while forelimbs extended further forward and rump remained standing tall. Dark muzzle of almost midnight black parted to bare hidden ivories within and pale oral flesh that coiled as gentle whined yawn emerged, the creaking of everything releasing throughout form causing great relief as brute once more stood tall.

Finally refocusing upon target of interest, Gethyn would find himself picking up to an immediate trot-like pace. Shoulders rolling as the blended outlines of chocolate, charcoal and dusty hued pelt bounced in rhythm with muscles hidden below. Bulky build heading in direct B-line to gathering of few wolves he'd spent the past few months integrating with. Not really blending in with his surroundings, large male found himself slowly coming to halt as fellow blurs of fur into sight. His pace picking up once more as he allowed himself to listen to the instigated conversation between alpha and comrade hunters.

"Good morning," the lulled tone of still waking Gethyn passed lips to all those before him. Ashen tipped tail lowly hanging below form as portion of limbs sunk within the uncaring cruelness of frozen particles below. Eyes casting over entirety of pack as he offered each one a gentle cant of head as extra acknowledgement before settling upon leading she-wolf, though casting down slightly in respect. "I'd say a hunt sounds fairly acceptable for this lovely weather," he'd allow to reverberate through maw in joking manner, feeling of harsh colliding winds provided more difficulty to the idea of any success; though at this rate any possible chance was suited.

His own abdomen tucked in tightly, uneasy feel of empty cavity churned with every mention of food and brought him to flinch under attacks of winters worst. Squinted eyes of creamy coloring followed figure of brighter pelted Alpha female before his muscles began working to move semi-stiffened limbs in up-beat pace to keep up with the others. He wasn't full of speed, but he could definitely go at a moderate pace for a hefty distance when it came to food and other major priorities, after all he seemed to be built as an anchor in a hunt, dragging down large prey once it was slowed enough for him to keep up with and latched onto. The thought of such scene producing pooled saliva within drooped jowls and causing further twisting of stomach as he shook nape and returned to focusing on following the leader.

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Wolves Addressed: All
Wolves Mentioned: All
OOC: Sorry that it is kind of long ... I got a tad carried away with myself as I usually do >.>

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The idea of devouring a fox didn't quite sit well with the tawny wolf. Not too long ago, he'd paired with a silver/grey fox named Maximillian. Now, they couldn't communicate, so Atlas decidedly named him that and it stuck. It was nice to have a companion, and the little white fox did the job very well. Now thinking about it, he began to miss the little bugger. He didn't know what exactly happened to him, but one morning, he woke and his small vulpine friend was gone. He waited for two or three days, but Maximillian never returned. His hope was that he'd found a mate and they made off together, but something told him the loss involved something more horrific.

In better light, Atlas may have a meal in a few hours. Preferably non-canine, but if that's all they found, he would be thankful and put the meat to good use. As he pushed through the frigid and deep snow, his black paw pads became numb, in addition, his legs developed the same lack of feeling. Bending them was tough. He felt stiff, like his body was a tree and his appendages were branches. In only moments of walking, however, the blood in his body began rushing and warmth soon radiated from his form. 




Mentioned: None
Addressed: None

When it seemed like the entirety of small pack began moving in quickest manner possible, the large form of seemingly darkest presented wolf plowed through what snow he could. A decent length of his limbs sinking deeply through some sections as his chest helped guide him forward by mostly sheer bulk. Bright hues of shifting beige trailing after the leading physique of Alpha Kevser. This though, did not last, his eyes eventually danced across the white canvas of terrain about them, quickly falling to land upon petite feminine canine bunny hopping as it'd seem through some of the snow.


This barely brought muse to the brute as he merely watched for a moment, "You can," his words suddenly cutting off. 'You can walk behind me,' he'd mentally finish the sentence in his head, he was only going to offer this since, well, the snow was already compacted within the tunnels his legs created. Meaning the younger female may of been able to walk a bit better. But, all too soon, the sound of backtracking leader re-caught his attention, that is why he cut off his words in the first place. As he halted in his tracks, his own ears pinned and blended with the chocolate mix licorice black fur being ruffled upon his skull.

The sounds the current howl of wind was producing was surely enough to cause anyone to want to cover there ears and if it were possible, probably their nose too with the realization his was indeed going numb. Broad paws allowed webbed toes to spread as he stood in awkward manner, limbs splayed as if holding a tower within hefty volume of snow below, though this stance meant he could hold himself somewhat stable without sinking too much further.

When the alpha spoke, he'd shoot his sights to rest upon the new hunting group leader, "I won't argue with that," was all he'd manage after that. He could visibly see why the alpha done it, even he knew that if they went further on without keeping even pace someone would surely fall behind, especially someone having somewhat of great difficulty walking properly. Though it almost surprised him as the ashen topped figure of multi-hued female continued past them and settled in the rear of the group, baffled for a moment as he just stared in her direction through squinted visionaries.

Partially parting oaken brown jowls for short moment, as if to speak; brute would just as quickly close them. The ivories within gently grinding together as he spotted that look Kevser held, one that practically screamed she wasn't interested in questions. Looking back to that of smaller female he'd nod, offering silent signal that meant he was ready to follow when she was ready to continue. Thickness of scruff eventually rocking upon nape as his entire cranium dipped. Large form quickly offering short throw of pelt twice in either direction, clearing off fallen snow that would surely re-find its way upon him in the near future.

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Wolves Addressed: Cicuta ; Alpha Kevser
Wolves Mentioned: As Above

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(Exit Kevser to Lake Hreint, I'll post for her there soon)