Oromidail Not-Jenkins

[Aivlyn]

It was a beautiful night, in Oromidail's opinion. As she stalked beneath the soft moonlight which filtered through the canopy of trees above, she found herself continuously stopping to marvel at how dreamlike it seemed. Most of all, she kept getting her eyes caught in the moon's unwavering gaze, from which she had trouble escaping. Whether it was the man in the moon she saw, or her own homeland goddess Elune, she did not care. The bright and mysterious object that loomed in the night sky with the other smaller dashes of light to frame it was interesting enough for her. And when she did manage to tear her gaze away, she kept being almost drawn back by the light that played around the foliage and scenery on the ground next to her. It was a spectacular night, no doubt, it felt new and alien. Oromidail had felt like this many times before, but so far, this was by far her favorite.

And yet, it was so empty. Where she had been before, there had been more. Taller trees she had seen, different bushes and weather patterns, and also more animals and wildlife. Perhaps it was due to it being night, but never had it seemed so empty. There were no other communities of wolves, she had seen none yet, no paths worn into the ground. No quests she had been sent on in some time. Whether it was 'stalk into that other place and get information', or 'there is a big scary spider web in this part of the territory, go deal with it', well, there had always been more to do. Never had she felt such a weird mix of both awe at the flora and scenery and boredom at the fauna. Though, she admitted, she did tend to enjoy plants quite a bit.

As she walked through the area, no, as she stalked through the area, she found nothing and no one. Most of the time, she would take a slower pace to make sure that she was at one with the shadows and darkness, shielded from the eyes of the unknown. Yet, here, she slowly found herself slipping out of that habit. It was not long before she was just walking openly through the moonlight, her pace still catlike, but not stalking anymore. Come on, something, any anything. I don't even care if someone attacks me, I just need something to do! her body language seemed to scream. She almost thought of making noise or something to try and attack some form of attention, but quickly dismissed that idea as immature and just asking for trouble. Oromidail; black wolf with obscure grey-white markings; traveler; cause of death - was bored, tried to draw attention to herself for something to do, was subsequently torn to shreds by the nearest pack.[/b] she thought with a grin. It would be humorous, but she really didn't want that; she was no Leroy Jenkins. So, she continued walking, though she still kept herself deliberately out of the shadows.

[Ridley]

Let's leave no words unspoken
And save regrets for the broken
Will you even look back when you think of me?
All I want is a place to call my own

The pursuit of happiness. It was something others devoted their lives to, even if it meant dying without the reward. Was happiness such a difficult thing to find? Did it elude so many souls for a reason? If so, then Scruggs must have somehow met the requirements for such grounds of, not necessarily unhappiness, but lacking true satisfaction with life. She wandered vast lands, constantly searching and questioning. For what? The female could only believe she longed to find something that could root her to the ever-turning earth. She needed a reason to stop drifting, an anchor of sorts.

Scruggs needed something that would finally make the itching stop. No, not the random tickling sensations she experienced from the fleas in her coat. She would rather quell the itch she couldn't scratch. The constant desire to find a home again, a family to spend the nights with and waste away in some form of content, was an irritation the female found to be completely unreachable. It was nothing like the common feeling the pests in her fur created on her skin, the one that could be cured with a simple dragging of nails across flesh. The desire so strong in her chest, an ache that rarely left her, was something entirely different.

Even while she wandered the edges of several pack territories, Scruggs was unsure of what exactly she hoped to find. Her mud-colored eyes watched the surrounding area without hope, but not with hopelessness. They were empty of anything besides exhaustion. To be constantly full of desire was taxing on the body, the fire in the heart burning up energy and fuel at a constant and never resting rate. The female was ready to go settle down for the night when those tired eyes found something new. She couldn't hide the fear and hope that suddenly shone like fallen stars inside her gaze. Another wolf.

Even with her newfound excitement, her mouth stayed sealed tight. Whether from her own cowardice or from the smart instinct of caution, Scruggs simply sat back. Her rump sank to the ground and the female watched from the darkness, her ghostly mask allowing some of her face to remain visible in the shadows. She was still, at least until her back leg moved to scratch another itch on her neck, causing fur to shake carelessly into the gentle breeze of the night.

To mend the hearts of everyone
Who feels alone
You know to keep your hopes up high
And your head down low.

[Aivlyn]

Oromidail had walked quite far now. And yet, the more she walked and learned of the forest and it's ways, the less she seemed to know. From the unfamiliar species of plants, to the unfamiliar lack of species in general, she really didn't know that much at all. And the more space she placed between herself and that which she knew of behind her, the less she seemed to understand of the new world which now lay around her. This begged her to ask the question, is this place really all that different? Had she really traveled that far? Pausing to look around, she saw trees and bushes and the same moon offering some light to her journey. And yet, never had she felt so detached, and maybe even lost. Glancing behind her, she unconsciously wondered if she could even find her way back to what she'd come from.

It took just a moment, though, for her to shake her head and continue on. She told herself, there must be someone here who has some sort of quest or little trifle thing to do, there always was.. And yet, this didn't seem the type of place for that. Despite these things, however, once she continued on she did not pause any longer after that, letting her thoughts dull into the robotic pawsteps of travel.

It was another short time before she heard something. After all the emptiness she had endured, it seemed so out of place and so surprising that she jumped a bit. Every muscle in her body tensed a moment, before she reminded herself to keep relaxed. Taking a deep breath, she pressed aside her nerves. She'd not died yet, which meant she might be able to take on whatever thing might be lurking.. She'd gotten this far. But, yet, she hoped that the one thing she would meet after a journey like this, for she'd been traveling some time, would not be hostile. She stopped in her tracks.

"Who goes there?" She asked, with an even tone. Her eyes only took a few moments to find the source of the noise, a ghostly face sitting still in the shadows. Another wolf. And yet, it looked almost like a spirit or ghost, which threw her off a bit. But the breath that ebbed and flowed from the face proved enough that this ghost was not a ghost, but was a living wolf.