04-26-2017, 06:31 AM
Jinju
She had never been much of a traveller, except for some trips to the forest. And from the Taiga it was easy to get there, the only thing that signalled the border was the river between the lands and change of scent. Where the Taiga mostly had pine trees, did the forest lose its leaves in the autumn. It was very different from her first home, the Jungle, but Jinju couldn’t imagine herself living elsewhere. This is where her family lives, this is her home.
It was not like she didn’t want to venture out, because Jinju would love to visit new places and explore lands that were unknown to her. But her father had asked her to stay, at least for a while. And thus she would. He needed her right now and she loved him dearly. He might not be her sire by blood, but he was the father that raised her, with help of her mother of course. The arrival of a stranger was as close as she got to discovering new lands as of now.
Droplets of water drip down, back onto the surface of the small river. Her head is still slightly lowered, but dark ears twist around. She was damn sure she had just heard something. This far into the night, that rarely signalled something good. The rendezvous with Ouija was still fresh on her mind. His scent follows next, carried towards her by the wind. Jinju follows it, going against the wind to mask her own scent, her approach. She had learned the silent way of the wolf from the best, though she had yet to become a master.
Unlike Ouija, he does not look dangerous. Jinju does not doubt he could be, if he wanted to, but right now it does not look like that was his intention. ”Good evening” she greets him, now more curious than ever. His scent was laced with something else, something that made her guess he had a home. Vaguely familiar too. Maybe he came from the same land as those diplomats all those years ago. ”What brings you to the Taiga?”
It was not like she didn’t want to venture out, because Jinju would love to visit new places and explore lands that were unknown to her. But her father had asked her to stay, at least for a while. And thus she would. He needed her right now and she loved him dearly. He might not be her sire by blood, but he was the father that raised her, with help of her mother of course. The arrival of a stranger was as close as she got to discovering new lands as of now.
Droplets of water drip down, back onto the surface of the small river. Her head is still slightly lowered, but dark ears twist around. She was damn sure she had just heard something. This far into the night, that rarely signalled something good. The rendezvous with Ouija was still fresh on her mind. His scent follows next, carried towards her by the wind. Jinju follows it, going against the wind to mask her own scent, her approach. She had learned the silent way of the wolf from the best, though she had yet to become a master.
Unlike Ouija, he does not look dangerous. Jinju does not doubt he could be, if he wanted to, but right now it does not look like that was his intention. ”Good evening” she greets him, now more curious than ever. His scent was laced with something else, something that made her guess he had a home. Vaguely familiar too. Maybe he came from the same land as those diplomats all those years ago. ”What brings you to the Taiga?”