[[This Place Called Nowhere}

[Pekoe]

Small bodice of a femmice wove through the trees, brushing the sides of them ever so slightly as she rushed by. Her green opts were squinted to keep the sun out, and the dirt that was kicked up. She had no destination, just the desire to run and feel free. The shadow lept over logs and darted around bushes. Leaves and twigs in her path would fly to the air in a commotion of sound, before falling to the ground in silence once again. Slowing to a trot, she made her way to the water's edge and paused. It was rather beautiful, the loch anyways. It shone with the sun, and the occasional fish of some sort would appear every so often. It was one of the few beautiful things around these lands. Shaking her ashen hued pelt, she lowered her crani to the water and let the refreshing liquid fall down her throat. Pink salmon tongue flicked out to clear the remains of water before disappearing. Smile creasing her ebon lips, she collapsed to the dirt realm below with a quick thud. It was nice to finally feel good inside, about everything.Not much had went her was since Oppugno had died, and it was good to get away from worries and troubles.

[Aggie]

White mitts padded across the stick covered ground, the sent of pine wafted through the air. So long she had wanted to get away from her previous pack, to confined and not a chance to breath. Picking up her pace she trotted over fallen branches, and dead leaves. The trees where beginning to sprout leaves again, buds appearing. Spring had come, small animals would be scampering across her path easy catches for a meal. Slowing her gate to a walk, ahead of her was a lake; the sun shone beautifully creating a mirror of herself as she approached. Taking a sip of the refreshing liquid, she noticed another presence around. Looking, there lay another femmice who seemed to be enjoying the sun. Cautiously, she approached a few yards away and femmice began to stir.

[Pekoe]

The wind gently tussled her ashen pelt before a larger gust of passing wind made her tilt her head slightly to the right. Turning away to avoid something falling into her eye, she caught sight of a figure standing not far away. Orbs locking with hers, she let a weary smile crease her ebon lips. She seemed like she would pose no threat, but these were merely assumptions. Slowly standing on all fours, she examined her. She looked quite young for her size, she was well built but not on the buff side. Looking at herself she frowned, she had never liked her petite frame, why couldn't she have been more masculine and strong?Shaking her pelt, she parted her jowls to speak

Hello, my dubbance is Atlas, may I ask what yours is?

She spoke with a slight uncertainty, but knew not to shy away from others.Smile still on her lips, she watched carefully, not moving or making a sound.

OOC:I'm having a writer's block.lol.Forgive the small posts..they'll get bigger.

[Aggie]

With timid steps the femmice approached cautisouly, tail moving with a slight beat. The fae before her seemed to pose no threat, but being cautious never hurt. The fae was about her size and shape, but seemed to hold a confidence that she lacked. Always a flaw- she was never confident enough, hiding behind others or objects instead of facing the oppoinant. "I am cristened Kamaria, its nice to meet you." Perhaps if she could make a friend, this new area and experience would not be so scary. This was her first time on her own; just getting by on rabbit was not what she wanted for her new life.

Occ: Im in the same boat as you x.x

[smat]

occ. lol that will make three of use then XD

BIC.

You know the funny thing about nowhere? You always gotta be somewhere, even if it be nowhere that you know, you are always somewher. Be you in the middle of the void, you are somewhere, are you not? So, who's the ironic smartone that made up the term 'nowhere' or even better 'the middle of nowhere'. Ha! I'd like to see that. Someone... or even something, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of... well.. nowhere, nowhere is nowhere for there is no such thing as nowhere. Loveley no? Never was such thing and never will be. All right, I know, I know, your not supposed to say 'never', least thats what my dear old mum says, "Never say 'never' Zwear, its bad for the mind." Hypocritical pregnant dog. What, its not a curs word, my mother was a female dog, so there for, a pregnant dog... Oh, who am I kidding, I never had a mother... who was it that said it then... must of been Nathia... What was that?

Jerked from his thoughts, the wolf haulted in his tracks, his grey body tencing slightly as his head was lifted, and his black nose wiggled, taking in the breeze. The way the wolf froze, his left hind leg slightly further extended then his right, and his right front paw lifted, while his left remaind jamed down into the soft earth, was not exactly a comfertable one, or one that was easily moved out of. Yet, startled from his thoughts as he had been by the howl of a wolf, he wasn't exactly paying attention to the stance that his muscular frame stood in. Ears swiviling upon his head, he squinted his pale eyes, slightly purterbed at the sunlight that hampered his night vision, and then the shadows that the trees cast, making it hard for him to perseeve the lands.

After a minut of swinging his head back and forth, searching for the maker of the sound, he realized that his white, left leg had fallen asleep, and was buzzing slightly. Shaking his head in anoyance (more for his own ancy pancy looking around than for his leg), he put down his right leg, and squared off, glancing around again, as though five seconds would bring the noise maker closer to him. Once again, he felt anoyance boil, and growled lowly in his throught, the sound vibrating, though making very little noise, incase the howler should howl again. The wolf was greatfull for his forsight.

As his growl subsided, a breeze played at the treese, the branches swaying peacefully, though he didn't notice that, what he did notice was the voices upon it. Faint, though there, acompanied by the scent of wolfs. Squaring his shoulders, he started off in the direction that the scent came from, following his nose, his pace a rolling one that he felt he could maintain forever. Yet, it was not long before he reached the lakeside, the waters sparkling innocently in the sunlight, the two she-wolven sitting beside it. Halting downwind of the group, just out of their sight, he took them in, gaging them as loners. Yet, from this distance, it was hard to properly gage thier skill.

As he watched them, the wolf sudenly felt how dry his throught was, and glanced at the lake they sat next to. Well, least he had an excuse for being near other wolven.. Sighing, he started forwards at a quick walk, one that was quite springy, and coverd good ground, though allowed him to look as though he did little more than strolled through a field of daisy's. At that thought, a wry half grin crossed his face, before slipping away. As if he would ever frolik through the flowers. Reaching the water a few feet from the other wolven, he dipped his head and drank, ignoring them for the most part, though keeping a good scence out for their every move should they become hostile twords him.

[Pekoe]

Her smile stay plastered on her face while she drifted quickly into thought. It was sad, smiles and laughs hid so much these days. If they could know..if anybody could know what she was going through, they would understand she wore a mask to hide the pain and sorrow hidden beneath. He was so dear to her, and yet he slipped away just like that. Her heart pounded, she could see him in her head, he was strong and loyal, but one day he was here and the next he wasn't. This was why she wasn't as social as she use to be.. she didn't want to loose any more friends, she didn't want to feel the pain of grief. Snapping out of her dreams, she faced the fae again.

Kamaria was a beautiful name, unlike Atlas. What was an Atlas or who was it?Who knew, who cared?That was the thing though..nobody cared about anybody but themselves. She parted her jowls to speak, but was interrupted by a rustling of the leaves. Turning her crani to the side, her gaze focused on the brute to her left. She looked away quickly, he looked familiar, but she wasn't sure if she had met him before. Quickly glancing back in his direction she frowned, he was large..perhaps he was kind, they would be lucky if he was.She gave Kamaria a quick nod before she sauntered over to him.

Her crani was bent low, auds lay flat. He wasn't too taller than herself, a few inches or so was all. A weak smile creased her lips as she watched him. He seemed disinterested, but if he striked, she would know what to do. She always had plans in mind, and her plan of action this time was to flee in the other direction. Mits sinking into the mud below, she shuffled them to free herself from it's grip. Shaking her pelt lightly, she spoke

Hello, my dubbance is Atlas..yours?

She turned to the other fae and smiled, hopefully she would come also and introduce herself..that was she wouldn't feel so alone. Watching the male carefully, she fell to the dirt realm below with a thud and listened.

OOC:Crappy post.Getting longer..but not by much.=/

[Aggie]

A soft smile spread across her maw, the fae named Atlas seemed very nice- smiling at Kamaria as if they were old friends. How she longed for a friendship, someone to confide in to talk to and to run to when things were heading for a puddle so to speak. Kamaria shook her pelt, freeing the loose dirt she had attracted on her way to the lake. Oh how she needed a swim, it had been so long since the last time she was in the water- a favorite past time in her own lands. She did miss them, no mater what she said or tried to get herself to forget; they were her family and you cant just forget them. Settling onto her haunches she watched as the family of ducks gathered at the waters edge, mallard swimming while the female watched over the ducklings.

Out of the corner of her eye movement got her attention, ripping her concentration from the comics of the ducklings to the brute that had wandered to the lake. She watched him with weary eyes as his pink hued tongue lapped at the water. He was larger framed then she, with muscling visible through his pelt. Her auds lay flat against her head, tail tucking between her legs as she rose from her spot and heading to stand behind Atlas. She picked up the lyrics of Atlas as she greeted the brute- turning to see if Kamaria would do the same. "I am Kamaria" she said in a whisper, tail still tucked ready to make a run if need be.

[zarah]

Tormituul was there. She found the place that she was looking for. She drinked some water. And then she saw some wolves not very far away. She stepped a few steps back. Maybe they're gonna attack. She stood there, ready to run when it is needed.