Meetings [closed/ own rp]
Nov 10, 2018 7:59:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2018 7:59:17 GMT -5
Lillia drifted towards her family, watching as they headed (unwittingly) towards her surrogate daughter. For the first time in a while, a smile graced her translucent face as they came to an icebound brook. She knew that near there, there was a sparse forest, and that forest contained the newly-christened den of Misty.
"We can't keep traveling like this, Dusts. Our paws feel like they're falling off!"
Marr's answering tone was frustrated. "We've tried, Fade. But none of the dens are right."
"It's because we want our old home back." Poppy's clear voice seemed to cut through the snowy haze.
"We'll look for one here. We need it to have room for three wolves and spots for herbs."
They walked into the sparse forest, finding a large bush and an archway of rock. Cracks showed clearly on the outsides of the rock, and Fade smiled. It looked like it had room for six wolves, never mind three! They went inside to check it out.
Misty blinked awake at the sound of rustling.
"Hello?" she called, already priming herself for battle.
The rustling grew louder as a wolf poked her head through.
"Oh, we're sorry. Is this your den?"
"It is my den. The name's Misty by the way. What are you doing in a blizzard like this?"
"Trying to search out a new den."
"You look exhausted! Come on, you can stay the night, or until this blizzard dies down." The female, who Misty noticed was missing an eye and an ear, flopped down. She was joined by two other wolves, one heavily scarred while the other appeared to have lost a leg, while his tail seemed to be hanging on by sheer willpower.
She couldn't bring herself to kick them out, despite the fact that Lillia always told her to better be safe than sorry. She closed her eyes again.
-timeskip-
Misty awoke to rays of sun and was feeling warmer than before. She quickly realised why when she saw the three strangers she'd let into her den. She could count their ribs easily. Feeling generous, she trekked to the creek, where she sliced a circle through the ice where it was thinnest with her claw and attempted to fish. After a couple of small trout - great for the season she was in- and three minnows, which she devoured, she headed back to find the three stirring.
"I brought you breakfast." she stated, laying the two fish in front of them. After a few seconds of silent pondering, they pounced on the unxpected sustenance.
"We're sorry." Fade told her. "We were forced to leave our home over a territory dispute that blossomed into a war. The territory being contested was a large river."
Misty looked at them, intrigued.
"My brother was killed in the war, and, well, all our disabilities and most of our scars are from it. But since it's winter, beggars can't be choosers." The khaki wolf told her.
Misty nodded, honoured to be trusted with this so soon. "Well, I'm Misty. Raised by my adoptive mother Lillia..."
She cut herself off as Fade interrupted her. "Lillia? As in a black wolf with brown eyes? Nickname Lily?"
"Yes! Wait, how did you know her?"
"She's my daughter."
"I guess I should call you Grandmother then." Misty tried to evade the 'what-happened' questions, knowing it would be hard to tell.
"Where is she now?"
She swallowed. She knew it had to come sometime.
"S-she died last spring," Misty began, tears welling up. "It was - it was a moose. We were hunting it and it charged on us. Lillia and I ran... but the moose got to her."
"Where did you - you bury her?" the sand-coloured wolf - Grandfather - broke in.
"It was a clearing along the way I'd come in. I laid a white flower upon it."
Fade - Grandmother - broke in. "Remember, Dusts? That unknown grave we planted the flower on?"
His eyes lit in recognition. "Our- our daughter?" he asked, tears already winding down his fur. "We replanted the grave of our daughter and we didn't know it?"
Fade turned to him, looking pale, then buried her face in his fur, as her aunt joined them. Seeing it would be better to leave them alone, Misty went for a walk, her own tears freezing in the frigid air.
None of the family noticed a ghostly black wolf wrapping around the three of them.
"We can't keep traveling like this, Dusts. Our paws feel like they're falling off!"
Marr's answering tone was frustrated. "We've tried, Fade. But none of the dens are right."
"It's because we want our old home back." Poppy's clear voice seemed to cut through the snowy haze.
"We'll look for one here. We need it to have room for three wolves and spots for herbs."
They walked into the sparse forest, finding a large bush and an archway of rock. Cracks showed clearly on the outsides of the rock, and Fade smiled. It looked like it had room for six wolves, never mind three! They went inside to check it out.
Misty blinked awake at the sound of rustling.
"Hello?" she called, already priming herself for battle.
The rustling grew louder as a wolf poked her head through.
"Oh, we're sorry. Is this your den?"
"It is my den. The name's Misty by the way. What are you doing in a blizzard like this?"
"Trying to search out a new den."
"You look exhausted! Come on, you can stay the night, or until this blizzard dies down." The female, who Misty noticed was missing an eye and an ear, flopped down. She was joined by two other wolves, one heavily scarred while the other appeared to have lost a leg, while his tail seemed to be hanging on by sheer willpower.
She couldn't bring herself to kick them out, despite the fact that Lillia always told her to better be safe than sorry. She closed her eyes again.
-timeskip-
Misty awoke to rays of sun and was feeling warmer than before. She quickly realised why when she saw the three strangers she'd let into her den. She could count their ribs easily. Feeling generous, she trekked to the creek, where she sliced a circle through the ice where it was thinnest with her claw and attempted to fish. After a couple of small trout - great for the season she was in- and three minnows, which she devoured, she headed back to find the three stirring.
"I brought you breakfast." she stated, laying the two fish in front of them. After a few seconds of silent pondering, they pounced on the unxpected sustenance.
"We're sorry." Fade told her. "We were forced to leave our home over a territory dispute that blossomed into a war. The territory being contested was a large river."
Misty looked at them, intrigued.
"My brother was killed in the war, and, well, all our disabilities and most of our scars are from it. But since it's winter, beggars can't be choosers." The khaki wolf told her.
Misty nodded, honoured to be trusted with this so soon. "Well, I'm Misty. Raised by my adoptive mother Lillia..."
She cut herself off as Fade interrupted her. "Lillia? As in a black wolf with brown eyes? Nickname Lily?"
"Yes! Wait, how did you know her?"
"She's my daughter."
"I guess I should call you Grandmother then." Misty tried to evade the 'what-happened' questions, knowing it would be hard to tell.
"Where is she now?"
She swallowed. She knew it had to come sometime.
"S-she died last spring," Misty began, tears welling up. "It was - it was a moose. We were hunting it and it charged on us. Lillia and I ran... but the moose got to her."
"Where did you - you bury her?" the sand-coloured wolf - Grandfather - broke in.
"It was a clearing along the way I'd come in. I laid a white flower upon it."
Fade - Grandmother - broke in. "Remember, Dusts? That unknown grave we planted the flower on?"
His eyes lit in recognition. "Our- our daughter?" he asked, tears already winding down his fur. "We replanted the grave of our daughter and we didn't know it?"
Fade turned to him, looking pale, then buried her face in his fur, as her aunt joined them. Seeing it would be better to leave them alone, Misty went for a walk, her own tears freezing in the frigid air.
None of the family noticed a ghostly black wolf wrapping around the three of them.
