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[Aeisen]

No matter what season it was, the leaves did not fall, and stayed these fiery colors... He almost forgot the season, but looking at the thin sheet of snow, he remembered it was very closed to winter.

His life was passing by so slowly, he wanted it to go by faster at these times. Perhaps it was wrongful to think about such ideas, but sometimes he felt like doing so. The aging wolf felt like he had been ignored, trying to discuss something he thought was important. The lack of attention he was getting was not usually a "bad" thing, but the lonliness was starting to feel odd. He was in a pack. He shouldn't be trying to hide away, and he shouldn't be trying to turn his nose away from others. Now he was being disregarded, this was his punishment for his utter stubbornness. The stubbornness of which raised with stress. He felt tired, yet restless, so he lied down exposed in a clearing, light snow falling on him and melting to its demise.

Stress built up with the slow changing of everything nowadays. Where had Endellion gone? Who was this girl leading the pack? Something had happened, something he missed... He just wanted to talk right now, he wanted answers. Just something to inform him.

[Mercury]

OOC:: Sorry, big post.

IC::

'This is a strange land indeed,' Mercury thought to herself as she scrambled, not so gracefully, over a large rock formation. Her nose was close to the rock and her eyes analyzed everything. She had never seen the ocean before, not once in her life, and there it was stretched before her. From her post on the rock she saw a strip of white and tan that was the beach and then the rich blue expanse that was the ocean. It was so strange, to see so much water in one place, and her eyes could not see the other side of the body of water. Did it ever have an end really? One couldn't tell unless they'd try to swim it and as far as she knew it was physically impossible to swim that far. No wolf that she knew could do it.

Mercury dismounted the rock formation, this time quite graceful, and landed agilely on the ground beneath. She shook out her legs, shaking off the shock from the jump and looked around, still star struck, at the fiery hues that were in the trees above her. From what she had heard these trees stayed that color all year around, but surely that was impossible. She wondered what it would be like to have a coat in those bright, vivid colors. Malachite would probably laugh his tail off if he saw her like that.

The thought of her family caused her jovial exploration to pause, and she looked at the ground thoughtfully. Was this the right place to bring her family? The surroundings were nice, and there was certainly enough room for them all, this pack land was huge. When she had been with her admittedly large family privacy was little as either one or two wolves always seemed to be popping in to say hello, there den only a small distance from yours. But then again, would this distance cause her family to grow apart?

As she worried a young, loud, and high-pitched voice interrupted her train of thought. 'What on earth are you doing?' Malachite demanded of her, "Theres this huge land to go exploring over and what are you doing? You're worrying about us not liking the scenery?! Stop moping and go get a better view of all that water!" he piped one more time before fading back into white noise. She knew that Malachite's voice was just generated by her head to fill in the emptiness left by the absence of her family, but she knew it was correct as well. The thing to do know was not moping. Moping got nobody anywhere.

"You're right Malachite!" She said, only realizing a second later that she had spoken out loud. She looked around warily for other wolves and hoped no one saw her talking to herself. They might think that she was loony. Of course the Sables weren't known for being normal, but that didn't mean she was crazy.

[Nero Bishop]

OOC- Well hey thar ;D Sorry if the table scares you D: IC- Cinnamon and cream hues rushed through the area, scattering all the fallen leaves in it's wake. It had been forever since Nero was allowed to roam free in a vast territory filled with such natural beauty. He ran around like a child in a candy store. It would be soon that he would have to guard lands such as this. The Koharu was indeed fit for his role in this newly found pack he was in. He stood taller than most, and his demeanor shows that he meant business when on duty. The Bishop family line all had the same genes and were all raised the same way. He was serious about his job, but he mostly loved to joke with family and loved ones. However, they were not with them, as they were separated about five months earlier. For now he was all serious. He slowed down smoothly and with grace, as he stopped before a large cliff, and sat his fat butt down, with a stumpy tail swinging to and fro. "Мне жаль, что я не жил здесь навсегда. It's so beautiful..."his deep, smooth voice was yet so quiet, for he didn't want to disturb the nature around him. He looked proudly over the water that was overlooked by the cliff on which he sat. He fur blew gently in the wind, but he didn't seem to notice anything but the scenery which was laid out before his eyes, like a royal feast for a king.

[Aeisen]

Aeisen, right now, was definitely not the happiest little camper. It was easy to tell. He felt like discussing something seriously, no matter how pointless it was. The shurin was getting old, and, sadly, old wolves do that. He was now being the typical, grumpy, middle-aged, remotely overweight, wolf. His ears twitched, at an unfamiliar voice. He was sitting. His position was filled with quite a bit of pity. Aeisen shifted his weight once in every few minutes to the other side, until his circulation in the back leg he was sitting on began to numb from the cut of circulation.

Back in the firey winter forest, Aeisen's ears perked reflexively at a female voice, and a feminine scent was inhaled. It was unfamiliar, not like the scent of those higher than him, which he knew... or known, either way. He ignored it, and turned his head away from the voice. In the background, an unknown male koharu's scent appeared out of nowhere. Aeisen did not pick up his activity, and didn't really mind.

Was the male scent Aeisen had picked up the person the female was talking to? Malachite, Aeisen heard of no such person, and it was likely not so the other packmate, because they seemed to be coming in from differing directions. Perhaps people are just going insane, and talking aloud to themselves... He spread his paws out, and his grumpiness went away, now he felt slightly morose. Aeisen wished he heard voices, then he wouldn't have to be so alone all the time.