(I’m just gonna have Ryd’s first post here, and also just gonna c/p my joining board post here 8D Imagining her as quite some distance out of sight from him at the start. Also ignore her eyes in the pic, I just haven’t edited it yet.)
Ryd howled into the air, her voice carrying the varying notes long and languorously far into the winter air. She was not howling for any particular reason; it was no call to anyone, nor a cry for help, nor even sheer boredom. Neither of those. The petite female was howling her song for her own pleasure, filling the still winter world with her echoing voice. She rather loved the sound and sensation of howling, whether it was her own voice alone or in a chorus of others.
Of course, she was not stupid - she could smell that this valley was thick with the scents of many wolves, and it was a clear haven here from the harsh unforgiving desert she had traversed only a few days ago. If not for the trees now in view, she would not even have realized she had escaped it, for the snow everywhere. It seemed this past winter had been thick with snow, and this area had not been spared. Her expressive grey-blue eyes opened as the echoes of the last howl she’d let loose faded out, ears swiveling for the sounds of any others’ response or approach. She often found that as personal as her howling was, it always seemed to attract other, more quiet loners.
Sep 19, 2015 06:59 PM — Post #1
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