haunted to be wanted

Erenvel,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by Naboo

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In the stark land of white and snow she is an eyesore; a bloodied stain upon the pristine canvas that spanned for miles. The scowl on her features hardly noticeable to her anymore, the tight draw of her kohl-rimmed lips nearly distorting into a snarl, the saffron gaze concealed beneath red and behind the curtain of carmine flesh stark in contrast as her flesh to the powdered white about. Leaving deep indentations her paws sunk into the soft snow with a crunch, a light snowfall picking up and being dusted around by a cool breeze that tickled against her skin as it wove through her hair and pressed against her bosom. With the sun high on the horizon she continued to wander into the tundra, deeper and deeper into the heart of the barren land until in the distance she could see an outcropping of trees. Pines cloaked in a veil of white, and even her own back had started accumulating a light cap of snowflakes that occasionally danced down her sides when she moved too briskly. Eventually she reached the edge of a tall pine, feeling nothing as she looked around to see a scattering of trees and then more endless white snow, not a soul in her immediate sight.

@Nazario

_{art by ki-re, code by naboo}

Nazario,

Lion of Prideless

Played by Howl

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The lion had slept little for many weeks. He looks and feels like shit. Nazario is getting by just. At least he could keep himself busy by scouting and that's exactly what he did. Heading further west it gets colder as he enters a forest. It's not freezing but every step westward feels agonising in how exhausted he is. Everything feels colder now. He can't sleep any more not for longer than a few hours if he's lucky. The sun filters through the trees lightly blessing his pelt with warmth but the soon changes as he reaches the edge. Dusty leaves give way to a stark white substance, is this the white powder they call snow? Nazario was well travelled but the snow wasn't something he had ever encountered before, he's heard tales but never laid eyes upon it until now.

What's this? Tentatively he reaches out with his right paw and quick as a flash he's back on wet mud. No siree he is not going on that. At least not yet. It's like sand but different. It's so cold, freezing even and it's soft but not sand soft but other parts seem hard and Nazario has not had enough sleep to deal with such fucking weird bullshit today. Falling with a thud he lies on the border slumped against a stump. No matter how tired he is he dares not sleep and even if he did dare he couldn't sleep still. His body was on autopilot mainly, he felt a deep ache inside his soul. Since when did his limbs get so heavy? Why did his skeletons haunt and taunt him so!?

His breathing slowed he needs this rest. Even if he cannot fall asleep the stillness is much desired. Looking out across the white land all there is more white and nothing. The sun is brighter out beyond the treeline. Nazario is used to cold nights, not cold days. Note to self never come here ever again. Yet he presses onwards because he's a dumbass who thinks with his dick more than his brain. It's still strange, alien. He has yet to form an opinion above what the heck is this? The soft snow soon turns harder and his feet sink in with a satisfying crunch. Is it normal for your feet to be numb? Is that regular for this environment? Curious he was but he could not articulate his thoughts.

Snow does not agree with him, but he will not let it beat him even when half dead. Further, he heads into desolation. Not even a bird passes overhead as he ambles deeper into the tundra. You'd think he'd gone crazy with his straight-line walking. It's silent and not that nice silence either, it's the eerie silence the one you want to chase away. No Depeche Mode we won't be enjoying the silence today! Eventually, he sees something of interest. Blessed be he won't be offing himself today. A grove of pines looks interesting. It has been a while since he ever saw a tree, it's the most action he has had in hours.

The pines unfortunately scatter but they give up their secret. Another is here. Nazario studies them at quite the distance away. They're red and have a least a small mane that's as far as he can discern. Meandering closer he gets a good whiff ah female and from the looks of it roughly his age. He chuffs in greeting “Ciao.” he spoke pallidly, unfortunately, Nazario was still worn after all these weeks of nothing but skeletons haunting his dreams. He at least attempts for her “What brings you out here, cara mia?” hopefully should they meet again he's sleeping better then. Unfortunately, she is not getting his best, what a shame.

@Erenvel

Erenvel,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by Naboo

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Powder blew across the tundra and occasionally picked up into a flurry of white that would rise high into the sky and collapse, float around and then disperse until her coat was covered with a small sheen of glistening, melting snow. Her back had a small cap that occasionally broken when she moved, though having stood here and looked into the nothing that awaited her, she found it particularly hard to find her enthusiasm to continue exploring. That and she was cold; dragons (or so she told herself so that she wouldn't seem as whiny) didn't like the cold. The loathsome feeling of her toes needing to be moved to keep blood circulating had left her particularly grumpy, as had the sound and the feel of the snow compacting beneath her feet. Her toes crunching every time they moved and her footprints were left embedded into the crusty and hard snow that was beginning to turn to ice where she'd squashed it, despite some of the snow blowing over it and filling in a few of the gaps to create breaks in her trail.

Only one redeeming quality of the land was that she wondered what it would be like to spill the flesh and blood of a creature here, to paint the snow red in a manner which matched her pelt and her sanguine heart. While she is pondering this, stranded in the middle of shitsville Aesseldar, it comes to her attention that another has joined her. The tightness in her jaws is realized as her hard yellow gaze falls upon him and scrutinizes, ears sliding slightly backwards and towards the side of her skull as he spoke - and briefly she wondered what the hell a cara mia was.

Mild bemusement flashes across her face as her lips part, tongue sliding across the darkened portion of her muzzle before crawling back to the cradle between her teeth, breath steeping lightly within her lungs which burned from the cold but her voice rasped and growled lowly. "Apparently I'm as stupid as you are," The callous and crass answer to his question, her gaze shifting among the swirling patters of his face momentarily. "for thinking I could find anything worthwhile in this desolate waste." The normal and habitual movement of her claws into earth was met with the soft punch into the snow and then they stuck, unable to knead and expressly move her toes in the manner which she desired, causing her breath to heave dramatically from her jaws with irritation. "Unless you've got a surprise that may make it worth my while?" The lilt of her voice changing and rising a little, daring him to entertain her even of for a moment, trying to escape that grievous befouling which had so tainted her mood.

@Nazario

_{art by ki-re, code by naboo}