These are the days.

[Roslyn]

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[atrb=background,http://i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww112/HarlequinAvery/roslyn2.png] The snow was thick upon the ground, the clouds unrelenting in their effort to seemingly bury the very earth in the cold, white powder. It had to have been mid day by now, but Roslyn wasn’t entirely sure; it was too easy for her to lose track of time when she was out on border patrol. Or when she got distracted by finding loners on the land. The skies were blanketed with clouds, so she couldn’t look to the sky to find the sun’s location. But she didn’t mind it all that much; there were only a few things she had planned today. One being upkeep on the borders. The second being to locate her wolves- discuss what ranks would suit them, maybe. And maybe a hunt or two; she needed to locate the deer herds that usually resided here if they were to survive the winter. And then there was the issue she needed to discuss with her Alpha male; whether or not he'd be interested in setting up something with the "merchant" she'd found lost on Zenica lands only a few hours earlier. All these thoughts raced through her mind as she raced across the land. Her destination? The crystal lake in the center of Zenica lands. Standing about in the trees and meadows was all good and fun, but she preferred meeting up at the lake. One, its banks were roomy. And two, that lake had to be Roslyn’s favorite place on her packs lands. Laughter bubbled up from the alpha’s throat, and she allowed her tongue to loll from her jaws as she ran. She was one-hundred percent sure she looked like a pup dashing through the snow in such a way, but she didn’t care, it was far too fun to stop. So she was a little disappointed when the lake finally came into view, and she had to skid to a halt so she wouldn’t slide into the partially frozen water. She gave herself a shake and then let out a huff, sending a stream of mist from her jaws as her warm breath mingled with the cool winter air. She sat silently, but only for a moment. A mere second later, her piercing call split the winter air, resonating to the very edges of her territory. As her call silenced itself, she began to wonder whether or not the wolves who had joined mere days ago had stuck around. Well, Roslyn, you’ll find out soon enough, won’t ya? She could only hope they wouldn’t leave her waiting for too long- patience wasn’t her greatest virtue. ____________________ Muse: Good. :] Words: Four-Thirty-Two. Tagged: Notes: This thread is open for ALL Zenica wolves. So come one, come all!

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[DingoMutt]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f336/DingoMutt/RP%20Characters/Canine/rustbg1-1.png,true][atrb=style,text-align:justify; ] Rust moved with slow, careful steps. He was sure that another storm would pass through and hide his footprints, but he was still anxious about leaving tracks. He wasn't sure why he was so concerned, but a hot wave of anxiety settled deep in his gut. Something about the snow always made him unhappy, always made him dreary and upset and easily swayed. Perhaps it was that Faolan had loved the snow so much, and the cold made her memory seep into his bones. Giving his tawny pelt a shake, Rust stretched out his long limbs and continued forward. He was headed to the lake, sure that a cool drink of water was just what he needed to soothe the burn and ground him in the here and now. The snow came up to the middle of his arms, but he was sure that some smaller wolves were swimming in it. The thought made a grin spread across his lips, and he gave them a quick lick with his tongue. A huff of vapor escaped his mouth, and he snapped at it playfully with his teeth. His tail shot for the sky as he sprang forward into a gallop, biting at the snow and snatching up sticks. His gallop didn't last long, though; he came to the lakes shore and slid to a halt, a throaty laugh escaping him as he slid on the snow and ice. He tilted his head back, his tongue lolling as he gasped for breath. A smile spread across his lips, and he snatched up a bite of snow before continuing towards the lake. He moved at a high-stepping trot, stopping only where the powdery snow met the glassy, mostly frozen surface of the lake. Leaning forward carefully, Rust stuck out his pink tongue at his distorted reflection. Heaving all of his weight back, the wolf rose onto his hindquarters for a moment before throwing all of his weight towards the surface of the lake. His paws struck the ice with a loud crack, and he slid forward a bit before gathering himself to throw his weight down again. After doing this several times, cold water began to seep to the surface, and he dropped his head and drank greedily. He could always eat snow to quench his thirst, but he preferred working for his drink. A shiver ran through the wolf as the cool water drifted down his throat, but the sensation was welcome, a distraction from the mental pain that ate at his heart. Rust's head fell back, his golden gaze drifting towards the gray, cloudy sky. He was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of another being, of another wolf running along in the snow. He could hear the other canine crashing through the fresh powder, panting and surely having a good time. His smile grew when he saw that it was Roslyn running along, romping and enjoying the fine weather. He watched her for several moments, his tail wagging at the prospect of company, and another wolf that enjoyed the snow as much as he did. When she tilted her head back to howl, he listened intently before responding with his own low, sweet song. He began to head towards the wolfess, her black pelt making her stick out in the snow like a sore thumb. Not that either of them had thumbs. "Roslyn!" he called, picking up a slow lope towards her. "How are you today, Miss Roslyn? Lovely weather we're having, yes?" he continued, his voice growing softer as he came closer. He'd noticed the other Zenica wolves had been quite absent, so he was glad for the company. When he was close, he slowed and dipped his head respectfully, his tail swaying back and forth as he waited for recognition. word count: six hundred and twenty nine tag: Rust for Roslyn notes: Sorry for the wait. C': I'm going to say this is before he left...

[Roslyn]

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[atrb=background,http://i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww112/HarlequinAvery/roslyn2.png] It was surprising really. How quickly her call was replied to. Honestly, it startled her, even drawing a muffled yelp from her as her eyes snapped toward the sound. The sight was far from displeasing, however. The wolf who’d returned her call was merely meters away, and it appeared he’d been here a bit longer that she, if the cracked ice was any indication. Rust. that was his name. She’d met him simply days ago, it seemed. And now it seemed the she and him were two of the only remaining Zenica. It irked her, the way everyone-even Wryen- had seemingly disappeared. She couldn’t hold a grudge against them, however. She simply hoped they were well, wherever they might be. Grinning, Roslyn watched as the male made his way over to her, massive frame easily cutting through the thick snow. Musta been luck, them both being in the same place at nearly the same time. Things couldn’t have gone better, in her opinion. Well…maybe a bit better. She’d be ecstatic if the call of the rest of her wolves rang out across the landscape in reply. But that wasn’t important. If they were gone, they were gone. At least she still had one wolf that appeared loyal to the pack. A chuckle escaped her as he approached, calling out to her, and then asking about the weather-which was all fine and dandy with her- as he made his way closer. “Oh, it’s great! Makes me feel like a pup again, romping around in the snow, ya know?” She grinned nice and big at Rust, tail wig-wagging away. With A chuckle, she plopped herself down in the snow. “I fear the day I no longer have such energy.” She mumbled partially to the big male, and partially to herself. Giving her head a shake, she focused back on her original reason for her call. She’d meant to gather her wolves and discuss what ranks would suit them, but with just good ol Rust here, she saw no point in that anymore. At least not yet. Then there was the topic she would have liked to discuss with Wryen…but with even him gone, that’d have to wait. Or she could just do what she wanted. With no male to rule at her side, she had no one there to run her decisions by – to get a second opinion on simple things she could decide on her own. And hey, she liked that idea. A lot. Grinning at her thoughts, she turned her attention back to Rust…and sighed, shoulders slumping just a bit. “Seems we’re all that’s left of Zenica.” Her words were grumbled as she turned her eyes toward the frozen lake for a moment. “Either that or everyone decided to take a vacation without notifying me…” Her eyes snapped back to Rust here, “Or you. You haven’t seen anyone lately, have you? Cassandra maybe?” She inquired, recalling that the two had wandered off in nearly the same direction after they’d joined up with Zenica. Her hopes were nowhere near high. Honestly, she didn’t expect anything similar to “OH, yes! I have seen so-and-so.’ Not that she wouldn’t be happy to hear something like that. ____________________ Muse: Bleh. Words: Forgot to check. >> Tagged: Rust. Notes: She thinks too much. x]

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[DingoMutt]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f336/DingoMutt/RP%20Characters/Canine/rustbg1-1.png,true][atrb=style,text-align:justify; ] Rust smiled brightly at Roslyn, despite feeling a bit bad about startling her. But still, she had recognized him and her fears had fled. He was beginning to feel at home here in Zenica, but the thought made his smile grow weak. He had no intentions of remaining in Zenica for more than a year or so, but he'd began to think his departure may be as early as spring. He wouldn't simply abandon the pack, the others had; he would announce his departure and give a false promise of return. He needed to find his own way in life, again, and he had to do it on his own. He'd never be content as a subordinate, but with Wyren gone he saw an inkling of hope at some higher rank. But he kept his hopes grounded, hidden beneath the fresh snow and ice, away from peering eyes. The brute's ears perked forward at the black she-wolf's words, and he watched with a soft smile as she sat in the snow. Tucking his tail beneath his body so it would serve as a buffer between the snow and his rump, he eased into a seated position. The winter was murder on his joints, already strained by his big body, so he took his sweet time sitting across from the wolfess. He was glad that they were on such good, casual terms. At her soft mumbling, his smile grew soft and sympathetic. He too feared aging, but he was terrified of wasting his life. So he'd bid this place goodbye one day, and he'd bolt off into the sunset and find himself an alpha female. He'd kept his ears towards the sky, eavesdropping on the conversation of gossiping birds. They'd let him know when there was territory to claim, when it would be his time to move. Shaking his muzzle, Rust let out a snort. He didn't need to think of such things right now. "Don't worry, Roslyn... when the day comes that you no longer desire to romp through the snow, you'll have grandbabies to do it for you." he said, smiling softly. The thought of pups always weighed heavily on his mind. He couldn't sleep without dreaming of their blue eyes and soft fur, without thinking of his deceased mate. He was glad he'd kept the tale a secret, but he shut his eyes and exhaled through his lips. Vapor eased from his mouth like smoke, the brute's eyes opening to once again gaze at the black wolfess. He averted his gaze, not wanting to be rude to his alpha. "Yes, I believe we're the only ones. I haven't seen Cassandra, either... nor that white male, or Wyren. Their smells are gone... it's as if the snow just swallowed them up, and now they've disappeared," he said, his voice quiet. He'd been saddened by the disappearance of his new packmates, but he killed the emotion by taking a quick, deep breath, ears flicking back as the cool air hit his throat. His smile twisted, his lips becoming straight and neutral. "Why did you howl, Miss Roslyn? If may ask." he asked, dipping his muzzle and letting his golden eyes shyly seek the she-wolf's pretty blue ones. word count: five hundred thirty four tag: Rust for Roslyn notes: Sorry for lame. :'D