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[Gabriel]

first post! woohoo~! xD & all welcome!

Mis-matched eyes peered down at the dark shape beneath his left wing. Pup's side slowly rose and lifted with each breath, assuring Gabriel she was still alive. They'd been together for nearly two weeks now, and thus far she'd only uttered a single word; her title, as said to be “Sin”. A strange name indeed, but she'd come from a strange place after all. He could only wonder what twisted thoughts his sibling had instilled into her young head. But he wouldn't know until she started talking, at least.

Stirring some, pale wolf rose and slipped from the hollow log, pushing dead leaves and brush over the sleeping puppy's prone form. At least she probably wouldn't go running off without him. Stretching out his stiff muscles and shaking out his white coat, Gabriel bounded off into the trees. It had been a cramped night, curled up in the log and trying not to move so as not to disturb his companion, but now he could finally get out and stretch his legs. Even find them something to eat.

Pale mist still hung about the forest, veiling the distance in white fog. The morning was still cool, but the golden sunlight that shone down through the trees threatened a hot day later on. Muzzle turned briefly skyward, peering through the trees to the sky beyond. Maybe it'd even be a nice day for a flight. Maybe later.

[Rory]

&OUTofCHARACTER Allrighty, here's the RORINATOR. *chuckles* She's a bit snappish, but not unkind. She's a bit wary of strangers.... &inCHARACTER Cream paws sinking slightly into the moist loam of the forest floor, Rory paced quietly through the serene terrain. Her gait was clipped and precise, her paces measured, fluid, as they always were. Her body language portrayed that her trot was more a slink, shoulders hunched low and her frame crouched slightly. The chestnut-cloaked female was small, with a thin, wiry frame, displaying that she was young and lithe, as well as not quite an adult. Almost old enough to qualify as one, she liked to think of herself as a young adult, for she was between the borderlines of adolesent and a true fully-grown being. Her poise betrayed the fact to those who might be watching that she was wary, every muscle in her body tensed at the ready. As a loner, she was prone to slight paranoia, and for a good cause- one could never be too prepared. Even as a youngster, she had been without a supportive home, and had taken it upon herself at a quite young age that independance was something she would use well. A fiery, aggressive spirit lived within her, and she took pride in the fact that she didn't care what others thought. She took no time wondering how others percieved her; after all, she would probably never see the other wolf again. All her life she had been a roving nomad, and the wolves she occasionally met were few and far between. That was how she liked conversations and meetings- brief, blunt, and to the point. She simply wasn't one to take trust and fluffy babble lightly. Creamy yellow-orange optics scanning the swirling tendrils of mist that masked her surroundings, Rory's sight combed between the enormous, scarred trunks of the giants that made up this dense forest. She was beginning to relax slightly, as this atmosphere was quite fitting to her current mood. It was gloomy and aloof, and there was a sense of exhiliarating foreboding throught the entire forest. Just as she enjoyed thought of how terribly scarce wolves were in this area of land she had come to, an ivory figure emerged from the thick fog, their whisps of thick mist curling and parting around his frame. She quickly melted into one of the deep shadows cast by a close trunk, her frame nearly dissappearing into the supportive folds of the shadow. Her magic was weak, and upon first discovery, Rory had been crushed to realize that because of her tainted blood, her magic had somehow been altered to become weak and almost useless. But she had practiced fervently, and could now use at least her shadow spell to some extent. As she gazed out into the mists at the approaching wolf, she realized with a sinking feeling in her gut that he was an angel, and almost definetely had quite stronger magic than she. Pressing herself to the trunk, she decided that she would only talk to him if he noticed her, which was quite unprobable, but had a certain risk to it that made her uneasy. "Ah well," She mused forelornly, her expression grim. "I suppose I was bound to run into someone sometime."