Logical disbelief [Tagged]

[Vile Chaos]

(emorli; Sorry for the short post, busy.)
Citrine;

Amber fur swished by, pacing beside the large tree. The peace and stillness the tree radiated made Citrine expectant of trouble. He knew something bad will come from this, somehow. But their can always be something good, as well. He could do something unbelievable. But Citrine wasn't one to be unbelievable. He liked to call himself a humble and good wolf, and not just because he aligned himself on the Good side, but because he truly feels like he belongs for once. The unspoken wolf sat down and traced his eyes over the strange markings on the tree's wood. He felt at peace, which then reminded him of the sick feeling in his stomach. Someone bad or good was going to happen, Citrine knew. "I don't expect this to be good." He sighed quietly and studies the runes as snowflakes fell gently onto the ground.

[emorli]

((No problem! I'm about to go on holiday so my posts will be much shorter as well.)
Baal;

Baal hadn't been far from the Adoette Tree when he caught an unknown scent, so out of habit, he went to explore.

His large paws leave equally sized footprints in the snow as he walks carefully, following the scent trail left by an unknown wolf. The more steps he takes, the stronger the scent is and the closer he gets to the origin of it. The large, stormy-colored male walks through trees, weaving around them to avoid running into them, and eventually comes upon a predominantly amber pelted wolf. He had a serious feel that he carried with him, the atmosphere around him didn't disappoint at telling Baal that.

With a small smile on his face, Baal steps out into the small clearing around the tree and to the side of the male who was observing the tree. "Do you take interest in this tree?" Baal's tone of voice is deep and strong and his sentence is simple, but his tone is nonetheless serious, it was a genuine question. He wonders about other wolves' interests, what they find in a good day. Every wolf had different interests than all others, even if they answered the same, there was a small detail that made that wolf's answer different from the others.

((200+))

[Vile Chaos]

Citrine;

The overcast grew larger as Citrine studied even harder, brows furrowing. He hated not knowing things. It made him feel incapable of doing anything. Then, Citrine smelled a scent of an unknown wolf. He slowly turned his head to see a grayish male, smiling. Gray and swampy green eyes narrowed. He stepped to Citrine's side, which Citrine didn't take to kindly to. Then the male asked if Citrine took interest in the tree, his voice strong. He tilted his head up to make him look like he has more prowess in the subject. "Of course." He answered simply, then took a deep breath. "This tree seems to radiated peace, kind of like a totem or symbol. It gives me the chills." His voice had a tone of amusement at the end, but his eyes were all but gleaming in amusement.

He suddenly stood up and walked around the large tree, but still staying near the other male. His solemn gaze landed on some runes, sticking out only to him. They reminded him of his sister, Garnet. She didn't look anything like this, but the runes still looked weird... Citrine sighed and walked farther around the tree. 'I really don't like this tree. what is it even called?' Thought and looked back towards the male, a stormy gray pelt with dark teal dots really didn't stand out to Citrine. His solemn eyes glazed over as he went deep into thought, which happened a lot.

[emorli]

Baal;

Baal watched the male's movements closely. "I suppose. I prefer to enjoy these things rather than question them. It takes the fun out of them being here." It was true that Baal is serious and mature, but not as dignified at the one that stands before him. Just by the atmosphere that filled the air, it was obvious that being completely in the dark about something, being unknowledgeable was something that was fairly unknown to this wolf. The attitude was not something Baal was completely used to, so it intrigued him. He wanted to learn more about why this wold thought the way he did. Why he must know what something is and what it does to be comfortable.

"May I ask your name?" Baal doesn't bother speaking his name, either way, he'll tell the wolf anyways. The stormy-grey coated male sits down, swishing his tail to the side. His front legs stand tall, while his back legs are shifted off to the side in a relaxed position. His ears move forward as he listens to the male, his eyes sharp and intimidating as per usual. His eyes hold a look that could make someone feel like whenever he looks at them, he's picking them apart. All of their imperfections, mistakes, he's searching for them all. Although this is unintentional, it's almost true. He really does look for everyone's imperfections, but also for the good side of them and chooses to focus on that rather than mistakes and missteps.

[Vile Chaos]

Citrine;

It wasn't like Citrine to take interest in another wolf. He usually kept to himself, but when this wolf speaks of fun, his ear twitched. He hasn't had fun in a long time, ever since... no. Citrine didn't want to think about it. He picked up his gaze when the other wolf asked for a name without offering his own. He sat down, relaxed as Citrine tried at a smile, but his serious gaze ruined it. "Why should I offer mine when yours is still unknown to me?" He asked, his voice accusing unintentionally. After a moment of hesitation, Citrine quietly sighed and looked back at the tree. "Citrine." He tensely sat down, unlike the other wolf, who seemed to be at peace.

He suddenly snapped his head up, suprising even himself. He knew that he wasn't the talkative type, so why did he feel like breaking the unconfortable silence? "This tree, what is it called?" He asked, tail swishing around more tensely than the way he sat. Citrine liked silence. It let him think without any other distractions. You can say he is a friend of silence, and vice versa. His mind drifted towards his family. 'Where else?' He thought bitterly. His eyes once again glazed over and starred off into the horizon, forgetting that the other wolf was there.

[emorli]

Baal;

"This tree, what is it called?" Ahh. So many new souls to the valley, souls who have not yet witnessed the many wonders that took their home in the large area. "This is called the Adoette Tree. One of the many mysterious wonders in the valley." Baal didn't mean to sound so much like a travel guide trying to get Citrine to visit all of the mysterious things that inhabit this valley, but, he can't help but feel happy when he thinks about the different places he was able to visit, each being very serene and beautiful.

"You can relax a little. Stress can take a toll on your body." Baal takes a moment to notice how tense Citrine was and decided to speak in a calm tone, a little more relaxed than his voice usually was, in fact when he's around wolves he knew quite well, such as his sister, he was stern and mature and he could have a sort of motherly tone with her.

Baal doesn't bother moving from where he sat, the stormy-male understood that this wolf was extremely tense, and coming on too strongly would end up being a mistake, even though he was still a little forceful with his introduction, it's his personality and can be extremely hard to completely stop making sudden appearances in front of others, and introducing himself with extreme confidence, expecting others to mirror his confidence.

[Vile Chaos]

((Back at this after a year!))
Citrine;

"This is called the Adoette Tree. One of the many mysterious wonders in the valley." The Adoette Tree. Citrine sighed and glanced up at the height of the towering tree. All the wolves in the valley, and more, could stand on top of each other and still be shorter than the Adoette. Now, that might've been an exaggeration, but it just proved to Citrine that the tree was tall. He stopped swishing his tail when the green wolf commented that stress could ruin the body. Citrine wanted to strangle the unnamed wolf with one of these tree branches right then. Instead, he snapped impatiently, "Do you take me as an idiot?" He shook his head, took a deep breath, and slightly dipped his body. This is the closest he's been in a long time to relaxing, and he still seemed to be pretty rigid.

"I must apologize for my behavior. My mind is jumbled up right now." The amber wolf diverted his gaze from the tree to the stormy male. He was large, and seemed more mature than others he's met. Citrine tilted his head in a calmly manor towards the other wolf. Light flurries floated down as Citrine just registered that it was snowing. The winter sun gleamed down, catching Citrine's coat and lavishing it in cold lights. In that instant, he might've looked like a normal wolf without ant grudges to hold. Yet, that's not the case.

"Excuse me, but I've yet to learn your name." He spoke politely. Not without a chill to his voice that could freeze. Nowadays, it seems like that cold undertone is there to stay.