Beatrix "Plays-With-Fire"
Snowlands Pack 
Suspicious and anxious, the young alchemist treads through the night fall.
Posts: 3 
Race: Mundane
Primary Class: Alchemist
Primary Level: 1
Soul Points: 11
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Post by Beatrix "Plays-With-Fire" on Jul 1, 2014 23:38:35 GMT 1
She was old enough to go on her own, damn it. If she hadn't learn the ways of hunting within the waste of frosted-over land and endless abyss of trees, then may death have already been granted upon her. Beatrix was a survivor and had experiences that other mundane individuals could only dream of enduring. Through the piercing cold winters and poor hunting sessions, Beatrix had learned the way of the land. This mere child had become part of the pack and to show her gratitude, she assigned one goal to herself. Beatrix wanted to conjure up a medicine -- a elixir, if you will, of youth for her "mother". While the Lupine packs were strong and dependable tribes, their life span was one of their weaknesses. Aging was the inevitable, as was Beatrix's destiny to out live most of those who taught her what she knew and all that she knows.
The problem with alchemy within the land that the Snowlands Pack inhabited was the lack of materials to work with. From the few herbs and minerals she could find, most proved to be of no use. Her time was running out. Cloud's mother was slipping away. It was this desire to fulfill the goal that had her yearning to venture out of the tribe for only a handful of nights. The only way she could be able to stew up an elixir would be to find a way into the Thorion territory. Being that she was a human and not of actual Lupine blood line was an advantage. Beatrix could blend into the county long enough to get what she needed before anyone discovered this motive.
When morning came, Beatrix pulled a poorly-fashioned sack to the front of her breast, binding it across the chest and over the layers of furs and hides sewn into clothing. It was important that anything that could hold value and chance of survival remain close to her being. If the sack were to bust open and start trickling in the path behind her, she'd be more susceptible to the other packs finding her or worse.
Her departure began before the sun could peak over the horizon. Large swirls of air escaped her slightly frost-bitten lips before concealing the lower half of her face with a pelt. Every movement she made through the forest was precise, swift, and left little sound as a residue to each action. Any movement foreign from her own should be indicated, but for now Beatrix was alone. At least, she thought she held this path to herself.
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Cloud-Chaser
Snowlands Pack
The wolf waits bellow, hungry and lonely.
Posts: 2 
Race: Anthromorph
Primary Class: Shield Master
Primary Level: 3
Soul Points: 10
Morality: Chaotic Good
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Post by Cloud-Chaser on Jul 11, 2014 22:36:14 GMT 1
The sun had not net begun to shed it's first rays of light upon the snow lands when Cloud-Chaser rose from slumber. It was early, the neither dark nor bright above their camp, and the only sounds to be heard were those of steady, sleeping breaths of his pack still resting peacefully around him. Only one aside from himself was awake; The night guard, Missing-Eye, was making his way down from the high rock where he had kept watch for several hours in the darkness. He yawned once he reached the others, sparing no more than a quick glance in Cloud-Chaser's direction before curling up in his shelter. The soft snoring began almost immediately.
Cloud-Chaser was well versed in the routine by now, having gone through it every day since his coming of age. Carefully not to wake anyone, he shook out the thin layer of snow which had gathered on his back during the night, before pawing through the yet thicker layer on the ground as he moves towards the rock his fellow guard had left vacant. Climbing to the top was more of a big jump than actually climbing, as the so called "High Rock" were not in reality so high. It was only in comparison to the surrounding flat that it provided any advantage at all as a watching spot. Cloud-Chaser did not like the pack being so exposed out here, but comforted himself with the knowledge that they would all be wandering back to their main site the next day, where they would be safer again. For now, he simply had to do his part to make sure everyone made it that far.
Barely an hour - although dragged out and uneventful - passed before movement stirred in the corner of Cloud-Chasers field of vision. His head turned and locked his gaze onto it instantly, eyes perking forward and body tensing up, ready to jump. Danger, was his first thought, it's still too early for anyone to be up. False alarm, came right after, a he recognised the form as Plays-With-Fire. His mouth twitched, mildly amused by his own jumpiness. Being out here had him on edge. His tail twitched as well, wagging slightly at the sight of his sister... only to falter and stop as he kept watching, seeing how she did not go back to sleep, nor come to him. She was walking away, away from the pack. Not to relieve herself, no - she'd taken her furs, and some tools, and was steadily moving farther and farther away from them. Where...?
He did not hesitate before jumping down into the snow with a quiet "poof" and began following her. He did it on instinct. Had she looked at him before leaving? Made a sign that he should come? He wasn't sure. He might've missed it. Hadn't expected her to prance off so suddenly, but... surely she did not mean to wander off alone, wherever she was going. She knew better than that. She knew he was awake, knew he was watching, knew he would follow. Yes, surely.
Silently, though in no way trying to conceal his movements, he trailed after his sister, constantly turning to look around them for any sign of danger, and sending a few glances back at the pack, which was becoming increasingly distant. The dark patches amongst the white where the others were sleeping laid still, and the high rock stood out just a bit away. Cloud-Chaser looked forward, to Plays-With-Fire walking a bit in front of him, then back to the camp behind them. Forward, and back. Back, and forward. The distance between the two was growing. His sister showed no sign that she was going to stop walking away anytime soon. Cloud let a whine slip, cutting through the silence around them.
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Beatrix "Plays-With-Fire"
Snowlands Pack
Suspicious and anxious, the young alchemist treads through the night fall.
Posts: 3
Race: Mundane
Primary Class: Alchemist
Primary Level: 1
Soul Points: 11
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Post by Beatrix "Plays-With-Fire" on Jul 20, 2014 19:42:10 GMT 1
A burst of cold nipped and licked at the corners of her eyes. There was no way to cover that small area of skin as she made a quick stride away from camp. Beatrix could certainly deal with the unkind weather for now, but would soon rest when she reached a reasonable distance and the lingering scent of her demeanor finally left no trace. She would find her way back. To ensure this, every other tree she past there would be a quick dip of a blade to cut just far enough into bare trees. Beatrix had just finished marking another tree when a whine had reached her ear.
It was light, barely coherent, but still pierced the silence and low whistle of wind. Beatrix's gaze immediately snapped to the source of the sound, blade assuming a position that could cause vital damage if swung. When she made out what -- or rather who whimpered, she relaxed.
The blade was tucked back into her poorly fashioned harness deep within her fur garments. Beatrix pulled back her hood and the pelt around her mouth to properly address her adopted brother. Approaching, she extended her hand to him with the palm open and fingers fixated in a slight curve so that she could smooth it along his face and between his ears. "Cloud," Beatrix's tone came in a gentle chime, almost smiling into the name. Her sweet brother, so docile and undermined. Beatrix firmly believed that she was the one who cherished his existence more than anyone else in their tribe aside from their mother.
Placing both of her gloved hands on his head, she rested her forehead upon his. A cascade of white condensation filtered through her mouth before she laughed. "You are fool," she stated, gently knocking her palm against the side of his head as she shook her head. In her blue gaze, a building fire could be seen. She was, in fact, mildly upset that he had followed her. "Go home, Cloud," it was as though the melodic silk of her voice soon turned to gravel and obtained a solemn hymn.
"Watch mother. I am fine. I go alone. You stay," Beatrix spoke, slow and stern. They may have been somewhat around the same age, but Beatrix would still overly care for Cloud. Perhaps it was because aside from their mother, he was everything to her. She loved her other adoptive siblings, of course, but she shared an empathy towards Cloud. If she lost him -- she would not dare to forgive herself. Beatrix pushed at his shoulders, frowning deeply at him. Her pale skin had finally turned a deep red from the chill of the weather. She would assemble her hood and pelt once more after her point was made. "Go!"
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