Drip Drip [Any]

[MoonFeather]

The forest folded around those that sought its sanctuary its branches willing to hide and embrace the things that wanted to be there. MoonFeather had tucked herself into this land and after a journey to the field had proven a distraction and a welcome one she came back to the woods. The draft mare fell into following a wandering herd of elk that called the forest, the field, and the meadow their roaming homes. Moon fell into line and was just happy to roam with them. The bulls did not bother the large mare and the cows did not find the horse a threat either. Autumn had brought with it the rut season in the herd and they had gathered in the large open areas of the forest or the meadow. The bulls had made their calls to battle and the clash of antlers had rung out through the lands.


MoonFeather had watched it all with a passing interest. Cows in the herds gave the victors the run around  seeing if they were really worthy of passing on their family line. The chaos of it all ended with the first winds of winter that tossed up the frost. Moon settled into the relaxed life once more as the cows and bulls separated once more into their social casts. The forest was a fine winter home the branches above held back the deeper snow but, this was a double edged sword. The snow might not have been a problem in these places but there was little grazing to be had.


Though all one needed to to was keep moving and searching. Moon stood amongst her adoptive family and grazed at the edge of the trees. The start of winter meant that the snow had yet gripped the life out of the land and so they all wandered slowly. Moon stood with her head raised watching out for a moment. The mares winter coat had come in fine leaving her looking like an exploded cattail almost. Her ears twitched a couple times listening to the world around her at the moment.

[Cyrus]

Time was quickly passing along and the wolf pup was coming into his own.  His purple and orange-ticked fur was thick as winter was upon them.  The forests of Taiga held no magic or temporal climate to shield the inhabitants from the harsh cold.  He'd have it no other way though.

His interaction with the gold filly had proven much to him.  One, he needed to improve his hunting skills and two, he wasn't very brave.  Both things were crucial to his existence.  

His lengthening stride moved him effortlessly across the pine forests.  His paws calloused now so that they did not puncture as easily by the fallen bed of needles.  His bushy tail trailed behind him as angular ears were alerted forward by a difference in the distance.  He slowed to a sudden halt, deep amethyst eyes looking to the distant treeline.  The growth gave way from enormous pines to barren trees.  He had never been this far northeast.  The new terrain intruiged him so with much bravery he again moved forward...

These woodlands were scattered with trees of all sizes.  Some held pine-needles but most were nothing but bare sticks rising up from the ground.  A slight snow brought a thin veil of white underneath the trees.  He trots forward still as the scenery changes.  Leathery nose finding new scent after new scent.  It was a tad overwhelming for the young wolf.  Some he could make out as simple vermin.  A mouse trail here and rabbit tracks there.  Something bigger stirred in the wind though.  

His view cut through the dense gathering of trunks to spot movement not far off.  He bounds behind a birch tree to peer out at the creature(s).  Masses of greys and browns running wildly about.  Similar to size in the equines like his mother but sporting head dresses that he has never seen before.  His triangular head tilts in wonder as his pink tongue pants between open jaws.  Jaws lined now with sizeable canines and jagged incisors.  He was much too small and inexperienced to take down such massive prey but that didn't hinder him from creeping forwards for a better look.  Had he not been so intruiged by the galavanting elk he may have seen the snow-colored horse looking onward.  Ears flickering in his direction as leaves crunch beneath his paw... 

C Y R U S

The Spirit Wolf

@[Moonfeather]

[MoonFeather]

MoonFeather did not need to ruminate like the elk that moved around her some cows galloped a few yards down. Her ears flicked a bit more as others around her shifted with an unease. The herd seemed to pause a moment but, that could have just been something of a trick of time. The mare herd first the stomping of a couple cows and then a call. Moon stuck her own nose into the air and scented what was making the herd shift and pause, then shift again and cows called to calves that were from last year to them. A language that all pray knew spoke through them all and Moon flicked her ears a bit more and swung her tail with annoyance. Her ears pinned a couple times and she arched her neck and stomped her own large hoof to the ground.

She thought the scent of a predator came to her nostrils but something else came to her. It was an equine scent and as she was bumped into by another cow she turned her head and nipped at the offending elk. Moon could not fault them for being on edge and ready to stampede with something that smelled so much like a wolf in their midst. The mare stomped once more and the elk gave the horse space the crunch of a leaf came to her ears. Moon swung her ears first and then the rest of her followed the sound and her green eyes scanned around for the source of the sound.

The elk closest to her had not missed that noise as well and a bark went up from one of the cows, then another, and then another. The herd barked and then the thunder started. All it takes is one nervous creature to start a stampede and that is indeed what had started the herd running. Moon snorted as the bodies of brown ran past and around her. She stood her ground planting her feet as they swept past her; her ears and eyes focused. The marked mare could hear nothing over the thundering of the herd but she could try to scan with her eyes for what might have set them off.

@[Cyrus]

[Cyrus]

As he stills behind the tree, content on watching, the creatures begin to stomp about nervously.  His body presses tightly to the snow covered ground.  Ears flat to his skull.  His attempts to hide himself are feeble as he doesn't consider the direction of the breeze.  The slight northwest wind drives his scent into the herd of elk.  A confrontation to his right draws his eye.  An ivory mare nips at one of the hoofed animals causing it to scuttle about.

Panic sets in as his identity becomes known to the entirety of them.  Bursts of alarms sound as they banned together and race off into the direction of the high grounds.  He leaps from his hidden location and out of the treeline.  He sprints a few strides after them but his chase is unconvincing.  Soon he has slowed to sniff at the prints left behind.  

A swift movement grabs his attention.  Eyes lifting to view a white mass nearing... 

C Y R U S

The Spirit Wolf

@[MoonFeather] I figured she sticks around instead of running after the elk.  But if I need to edit I can.  I'd totally understand if she's mad at him though lol.  He's still trying to figure out the whole wolf thing

[MoonFeather]

A hard snort passed her red painted nostrils as she locked eyes on what had sent the herd into its stampede. Moon knew the shape of the one before her and she knew their scent but, something mixed with the canine. Moon could not be sure it was not just the wind playing tricks on her though and she stood looking at the wolf. The draft mare stomped her foot once more firmly on the frost crusted ground. She was young and still able to run, and this wolf looked young so the white mare had that in her favor.

She stood ears back looking at the canine her tail swinging in an agitated manner. She broke eye contact though as she knew these animals moved in packs always. Where there was one wolf another was not far behind. Moonfeather made sure that her movements were sharp as she looked around and scented the air more before those green eyes looked once more upon the young wolf.

So, here they stood a large white gray mare, and the purple coated young wolf.

@[Cyrus] [OOC] Nah its ok the herd just fills in what little interaction she has with horses. Also, just assuming that Cyrus is the same color as described in his profile.

[Cyrus]

His ears flick back as he hears the loud thud upon the hard earth.  Body cowering low as his head tilts upwards.  A puff of vapor expelling from the mare as she breathes into the frigid atmosphere around them, causes him to swing his rump around.  Now facing the mare he eyes her nervously.  Thoughts of bolting rush through his mind but his curiousity bids him to stay.

She doesn't charge him so he sits upon his hunches.  The deep purple of his fur bristles in the soft breeze.  His eyes scan the unique markings scattered across her light coat.  Pondering silently what they meant.  The quiet doesn't linger long as he happily speaks, "Where did you get those?" His leathery nose pointing to the paintings across her body.

C Y R U S

The Spirit Wolf

@[MoonFeather] sry for wait