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Post by Warin Ilmatar on Jul 27, 2017 20:45:01 GMT
The cramped and crowded foliage around the Blood Rose pack's home was excellent for hiding but it wasn't as excellent for a waterbird like him. But Warin had found that if he followed the slope down and made good time there was a small lake in a valley. It took a whole day to get there but it was worth camping overnight. Though her always took supplies to camp, he more often spent the night nested down on the bank, head tucked under a wing. There were other water birds on the lake and listening to the calls of the loons and such was comforting.
It was the second day of one such outing, and he had a mind to make it another day or two before going back. He circled slowly over the lake, calling lonesomely to the other birds before he let the air spill from beneath his wings. It was a lazy descent beneath the afternoon sun, hot on his black feathered back. He skimmed the surface of the water and settled with a brief back beat to kill the rest of his momentum. It flared up a spray of water but didn't really startle the rest of the wildlife in the area. After all, he was just a swan.
He paddled to the shore and waddled up, less graceful on land than in air or one water. The water rolled off his feathers easily enough and he fluffed them up to get most of it gone. He got back to his 'camp', a rucksuck hidden under brush and fallen branches. Then he shifted back. Dragging on some trousers he began to clear a space for a proper camp. If he was going to stay a bit longer, he wouldn't mind some hot food. He whistled as he worked, content with the world for the moment.
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Post by Felix "Volkov" Cairo on Jul 30, 2017 0:30:48 GMT
TAGGED OUTFIT NOTES LOVELY NOTES WONDERFUL NOTES THAT ROCK MY SOCKS | He breathed harshly through his nose as he tried to remain calm and in control. Beads of sweat forming on his brow that silently dripped down over his face. Fingers clasped tight on his pants as he stayed kneeling on his knees. He could fight this. It wasn’t that hard. He just had to stay calm, in control, and just… breathe.
To anyone who may simply pass him, may have thought he was a man looking to the heavens praying to whatever goddess to ease his burdens but this was not the case. The man was on the fight for his sanity. He could feel the scratching and clawing, pushing, and the growls as the wolf shoved to get out onto the other side. The smell of blood had awoken the beast in his soul and now it was done hiding. To the wolf he was the strongest of the two, he deserved to be out and the human to remain hidden in the shadow.
Wincing in pain as he was mentally starting to lose his edge in this battle of wills he leaned forwards a bit, vocally growling in pain. Eyes hid themselves behind lids as one hand struck out at the ground gripping dirt and sticks. Ripping into the earth to give him some kind of comfort…. Some kind of relief. Veins popped out from the sides of his neck as he did his best to catch his breath from the wave feeling as though his stomach was going to turn inside out on itself. It would all be so much easier if he could just give up. If he could just give in…. but it was as what everyone said a person had it was the instinct for survival. ”No.” he breathed. Balling his hand into his fist and slammed it on the ground again causing a puff of dirt to fly. ”NO.” It was louder this time. He could feel the wolf shying back for a moment as the dominance seemed to shift.
An ease started to overcome him and for once he could breathe a little easier. Feeling the weight of the looming wolf back off. He relaxed backwards a bit and tipped his head backwards. The golden hue started to fade allowing the blue to return once more. He got this. He could handle this. It took quite a bit of strength but he started to pull himself back together. He was wobbly on his two feet for a moment but steadied himself and slowly started to trudge forwards. He knew it wasn’t over yet. The wolf would come back persistent and stronger but for now he had the lead.
As he continued along though he could hear humming and catch a faint scent of a fire. He started to grow curious. Heading the direction it was coming from he peered out at him. Eyes narrowed for a moment. He smelt like a part of his kind. The mans scent didn’t linger on anything predator however he just wasn’t sure what type of prey it was. Eyes drew to the fire feeling the draw to the warmth primarily just to start and help ease his own mind. ”Lo’ traveler.” he called. ”Mind if I sit at your fire for a moment?” he stepped out from where he stood so the other man could see him. ”I promise not to burden you long.” Voice low and easy but completely void of emotion. For a man like him… Emotions got him in trouble.
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Post by Warin Ilmatar on Jul 31, 2017 16:23:53 GMT
Warin had managed to set up a neat, small camp. Even though it was only himself it held a little bit of a military feel about it regardless. Down to the scattering of noisy dead twigs and leaves that had been scattered around the edges to warn of approaching animal or traveler. He still hadn't bothered with a shirt but his very worn sword belt and sword were arranged next to his bedroll within easy reach, especially given the speed of a werebeast. He moved with easy, efficient movements until the voice came out of the surrounding woods. Then his head snapped around in a quick motion as the rest of his body stilled, eyes seeking the source of the voice. The good humor in his face didn't fade with his start though and when he saw Felix he nodded.
"It's no burden." He smiled and gestured for the other man to join him. He'd erected a small tripod over the fire and was breaking up bits of hard biscuit into it. It was just beginning to heat properly and release the smell of the dried meat and vegetables. "I've just started a bit of soup and I'll happily break bread with you."
His camp was far enough from the lake's edge to be dry but the view was still good. No large trees between them and the open water only low brush and reeds. It was still full of life- ducks and other small water birds paddled about and a pair of regal grey herons were just visible in the reeds, moving in their slow, regal way. Warin glanced over to it as he finished breaking up one of the hard biscuits to thicken the rough soup he was making, taking in the simple pleasure of the scenery.
This, he thought, was peace.
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Post by Felix "Volkov" Cairo on Aug 5, 2017 1:49:36 GMT
 | | How good it would feel to just relax for a moment. Of course he didn't know this stranger but that didn't mean he would shy away. This man didn't know him either. Didn't know what he was capable of doing or know what he had done to so many girls. To be fair it felt good to be anonamous for once.
As the other man confirmed it to be fine to sit a spell with him, he moved in further to the camp and watched as the man started to break up some bisquit. His stomach lurched again. The wolf in him definitely turned up his nose at the thought of man made soup and instead wanted to turn his attention to the werebeast prey he was clearly picking up. He started moving again, laying beneath his skin and waiting for that perfect moment to start to reach to the top. Felix swallowed a bit knowing well that this pleasent meeting could very well end sooner than he had hoped. He supposed maybe if he could keep his mind busy and keep the wolf distracted he could just keep him at bay like he had done earlier. "What brings you out here?" he asked curiously. "Heading towards one of the cities?" He sat down on a near by flat rock, resting his arms on his knees as he kept blue eyes pointed towards him. "I suppose I should introduce myself. Sorry. I'm Felix." He added. He didn't really stop and talk to people. He was too busy trying to keep his head upon his shoulders and usually he had too mean of a expression most just tended to avoid him anyways.
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Post by Warin Ilmatar on Aug 8, 2017 18:44:46 GMT
Warin did not have the sense of smell that most of the predator beasts did. He in fact had no real exceptional sense in his human guise except for good sight- under water. However something in the way the other man moved gave him just a moment of internal pause, prickled the hairs on the back of his neck. And though Warin trusted his gut, he also didn't let it rule his mannerisms.
"Newly rehomed here, actually." He smiled but didn't offer his haqnd when introductions were made since Felix seemed unwilling to reach out himself. "Warin. It's no trouble. It's pretty easy to lose sight of manners out here in the wilds. Sometimes it's nice to just be no one." He stood and stretched, pausing with hands on hips to again survey the lake, deeply satisfied. "I like cities but too much time in them and I feel like I start to lose touch with what's important in life."
He gave a little self-deprecating shrug and sank down next to his bed roll, giving the other traveler space.
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Post by Felix "Volkov" Cairo on Aug 9, 2017 13:38:31 GMT
| | The scratching and snarls errupted again and his blue eyes held a icy edge to them. Features seemingly dropped for a moment as the predator sense of smell was keen to pick up. It would have been a better idea to have lef this man alone. His wolf restlessly paced back and forth in his mind snarling against the mind barrier. He wanted bird.... Better yet he wanted swan.
No one.
Those words rung in his ears like distant bells. Oh, how he had played and done it well. To most people, he was a ghost and that was how he preferred it. He kept in contact with his brother though hadn't heard a word for him in a year or two... truthfully he lost count... and of course his father - briefly. Other than that it was mostly the girls he 'cared' for. The families he stole the girls from knew nothing and they few who did were either dead or knew too little much like this man. He made sure to leave no ends for his brother and fathers sake. Not that his father probably couldn't handle it. Needless to say, a son didn't want his father in his business. He did enough horrible things not that his father was by any means a saint. A small crack of a smile hardly tugged on the corner of his lip as blue eyes moved down to his hands. He should probably say something and not let the silence linger. "Wouldn't that be a dream come true for some." He replied though keeping it vague. He was no one. He ran by several names though one seemed to follow him around the most. Felix Cairo. It was hardly a god given name as Cairo was the name of a beautiful city he had once visited. He liked it so much he used it as a last name.
"You come from some place far?" he asked. Not truly curious but that was neither here nor there. He supposed he was trying to simmer down the growls that were echoing in his skull. Such an unstable beast he was. Though it were his parents chose to have laid down and made this abomination he was -- it was his cross to bear with the side effects. Neither one cared when he was growing up. His mother though loving was nearly as impossible as his father was only perhaps a little kinder and maternal. No less it was almost like he lived with dual personalities. One a sultry violent destroyer of anything in its war path and the other a broody antisocial human who had heightened senses and speed like his counter part. He wondered what it was like to be normal. To not feel torn into two. He supposed he was too prideful to actually ask anyone for help in containing his wolf but part of him was fearful of doing so. What if he let the wolf out and he didn't come back? What if he was just.... gone? He supposed that was what aggitated his wolf the most in not being able to figuratively stretch his legs and maybe that was why they clashed so bad. The human fearing the beast. Or maybe.... just maybe... the beast as bad as the human really thought he was.
He liked the way this guy spoke though. He seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders and for that, he could appreciate his seeming words of wisdom. "I can agree with you. It's easy to lose yourself amongst the chaos." Even though he was pretty sure he already had lost a part of himself. "Though surely being alone for too long makes one lonely."
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Post by Warin Ilmatar on Aug 17, 2017 17:17:22 GMT
Warin quite liked being part of a pack again, even if he was still feeling out his place in it. The social structure fed a part of him, giving him a sense of stability and contentment he never really realized he was missing until he had it again. Still the solitude of his trips to this lake felt necessary. They balanced him, and gave him some space when the buzz of people began to remind him too much of what he'd left behind. It was hard to mourn for someone when you didn't even know if they were dead. So he tried most often to put it from his mind and simply remember her the way he had known her.
Unconscious of Felix's own internal musings, the swan-were picked up a long green branch and prodded the low coals of the fire, watching the sparks dance up from the sullen glow. He had never had cause to fear himself. There was no conflict in his mind or body- in fact ,he never really even considered his swan separate from himself. It was just another shape he could take on, as natural as his human skin. In some ways it felt more natural. But he definitely preffered boots and blades over feathers and beaks for fighting.
"Oh surely, but just because you're alone doesn't mean you have to be lonely. Likewise, being surrounded by people doesn't always make you not lonely. I find that it's quite a bit more lonely surrounded by strangers than out here in the wilds surrounded by nothing that'll judge you. Animals have simple motivations." He gestured with the charred end of his fire poker towards the lake where his eyes often strayed. "Take them herons for example. It's the end of courtship season so they've probably got a nest somewhere up in the trees around the lake. A tall one, with good strong branches. There'll be others too. Right now their biggest concern is filling their bellies and making babies. And really they can always hunt elsewhere so getting in their way here won't get you any trouble. Bother the nest though- well, now that's where you're begging trouble. But we leave them alone, and they'll let us visit the area without so much as looking at us twice."
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