The cold air was still. The sky was midnight blue, the waning moon casting a surreal light onto the leafy path, the fragile foilage ready to break, every crackled crevice of each autumn leaf glittering with frost as if they posessed some mullticoloured hue. The land was truly silent.
Mazrim's heavy paws met with the frosty leaves, making loud crackling noises upon impact. In the dark he looked particularly foreboding, though anyone who knew Mazrim would say he was anything but. The bulky brute's crania was pointing downwards, his nares protruding light wisps of breath as he padded slightly uphill. His tassel drooped behind him, the very tip wet with the dampness of melted frost.
It was too late to be out and about. Mazrim had that irritating itch to be moving, to use some energy when he was so tired he wanted to sleep. He was restless. How irritating it was to be in that frame of mind. But there was nothing to be done about it, so he ket padding on. He could always find somewhere else to sleep.
The sound of Thunder Falls brought Mazrim back to his senses, albiet blunt ones in his bleary state. He rarely ventured there, but then again would it count as a visit if it was too dark to see anything properly? Not that he was thinking of that right then.
The path curved as it's uphill angle steepened. Only when he felt specks of water did Mazrim look up and notice the huge falls before him - they look larger from near the base - the icy liquid not exactly a pleasant feature that came with winter. Looking around absently, he sighed and continued heading higher up. The water kept him alert, though once or twice one of his large paws got a little too close to the edge for comfort.
Reaching the top, Mazrim felt with grim satisfaction that perhaps he could get some sleep now. Nestling in the icy grass he looked down at the woods with a small frown, not reilising that not so long age his son had been in the same spot admitting he liked Keela.The feeling of solitude was disturbingly welcoming to Mazrim. I must be getting old He thought with a hint of ruefulness.
The iced winds slowly frizzled by her pelt. Forlorn and nomadic traveled the lithe figure. Slowly dragging her body walked Acarina. Her paws were worn and her pads were silk soft. If the traveling had not been enough her pads would not be so soft. She heaved a grand sigh. Her breath traveled into nothing but a puff of smoke. Winter was surely on its way. She was unprepared, yet ready for another lonely year. Her dim sapphire chasms glanced to her side. Her nose inhaled the scent of an unfamiliar wolf. Perhaps it was time to meet others.
Acarina continued to saunter towards where ever the scent came from. The night was at young and could take a while to end. With no exhaustion and the least bit of energy, Acarina made her way towards the lands. Her paws pressed the ground and she wandered. If only she had the bit of exhaustion she could rest. Yet again, wolves spent their time traveling at night. Acarina shook her coat and walked over towards the Thunder Falls. The sounds of the night traveled through her audicles. Her ears flickered and twitch as the sound waves echoed throughout. Sometimes it was soothing, at times it was just pure annoyance.
It had been a while since she had roamed other territories. It had been ages since she traveled elsewhere besides her den. She preferred to leave the outside world to its business. Acarina had no where else to go, and she remained concealed within her own lair. She only had depression along side of her. From so many deaths pressuring her; she knew her death was around the corner. Acarina basically predicted her death; she would die alone without mate, pup, or anyone else to care. Acarina had come into the world alone and she would leave alone.
Coming to where Mazrim was located she tilted her cranium. Was he not a past alpha? Did he not belong in Frozen Dreams? With slight curiosity she observed him for a momentum. She shook her cranium and then approached him cautiously. With an emotionless gaze she looked up at him. He was immensely larger than she was. Acarina was a petite figure and was a tad smaller than an average wolf. Yet, that would not get in her way. "Um...'ello.I am Acarina.What are you doing at this time of night sir?"
Bloody pre-winter weather. No snow but it's so cold that icicles hit your head on the way out the den. He thought about the den he and Tara had found, a reasonably well sized one at that (They had had considerably less luck at Frozen Dreams; he could clearly recall banging his head hard). Shivering slightly, he continued to stare with his mind's eye, recalling other past events. Reminiscing, he thought vaguely. At least Anikah is okay about a new litter, unlike...
The sound of an unfamiliar femme made the brute start, forgetting about his surly son for a moment. It was quite common with him, he often daydreamed as if it was going out of fashion. He hadn't even noticed this femme until she spoke. Looking to his side - puzzled, before looking down - he raised a brow, suprised that he wasn't the only one unable to sleep. Yet here was another wolf who, if she hadn't spoken he would have wrongly mistaken for Tara in the dark, and she seemed to be treating him with a considerable amount of respect, more than he deserved. In any case he was polite in return, dipping his crania slowly before he spoke.
"Good evening, Acarina. I'm just a tad restless right now, nothing more." he said in his deep baritone, though he sounded open and friendly. He assumed she knew his name, seeing as she never enquired for it in any case. "What's your story? I'm sure it's considerably more interesting than mine." He smiled slightly, though she probably didn't notice in the lack of light. Heck, he could barely make out her eye colour! But then again his sight was never his strong point, despite being so wrapped up in his thoughts he had never heard the femme arrive. Perhaps they could keep each other company until other, more 'normal' wolves awoke. Not that he thought Acarina was weird... shaking his head slightly he decided to stop thinking along that trail of thought before he creeped himself out. Instead he watched Acarina with a polite degree of interest, not overly so. His banner flicked to the side nonchalently, and he looked amused about something.