Post by Orca on Jun 3, 2012 13:04:36 GMT -5
Orca wasn't the most observant person in the world, but even he noticed the odd feeling in the forest. No Fenrir? It made his skin itch. He shook himself, shaggy snow-white fur rippling in waves. Butter-yellow eyes surveyed the trees around him, face an impenatrable mask. That was one of the perks of being a wolf -- your emotions could never betray you. Sure, another lupine might be able to tell what one was thinking by the arch of one's tail, the spread of one's paws, the twist of one's ears, but that was different. He didn't mind that.
The wolf moved forward, a flow of pristine white nearly cat-like in grace. Just as his human form had grown somewhat tall and lanky over the past few years, his wolf form had grown, bigger than before, with willowy legs and a deeper chest. He didn't rival Fenrir, not at all, but still he stepped with a confidence that hadn't been there before. His tail waved gently behind him; his paws upturned leaves and growth with every step. No need for stealth, not when your fur was already bright as fuck. Scents of other wolves lingered about him, some from weeks ago, some as recent as only hours before. Could he have frowned, he would have -- as it was, he merely cocked his head. Most of the scents were real wolves, larger than their human-world cousins by default, but no more intelligent. Where were all the lycans, anyway? Sure, there'd never been a ton of them, not here in Spain anyway, but still...
The lycan hopped onto a moss-covered rock, fluffy brush of a tail neatly curling around to settle over his paws as he sat. For a moment he just considered his surroundings, ears twitching away as he tried to take in everything at once, and then his head tilted back, revealing an equally light-colored throat. His mouth opened, and he released a sonorous howl that echoed through the forest. Birds everywhere took flight and shit, causing a pleased look to briefly cross the wolf's maw. It was a particularly special call, one that might sound like just an ordinary wolf's howl to any human ears, but would come across as a summons of sorts to any of the old pack members. Or, well, any lycan in hearing range, actually. He settled back to wait, nose twitching only the slightest bit. With his luck, no one would show up at all, and he'd be left sitting there 'til the cows came home. Or whatever the magical equivalent of cows were. Either way.
ooc: lycans HOOOOOOOOOOOOO. get in here
The wolf moved forward, a flow of pristine white nearly cat-like in grace. Just as his human form had grown somewhat tall and lanky over the past few years, his wolf form had grown, bigger than before, with willowy legs and a deeper chest. He didn't rival Fenrir, not at all, but still he stepped with a confidence that hadn't been there before. His tail waved gently behind him; his paws upturned leaves and growth with every step. No need for stealth, not when your fur was already bright as fuck. Scents of other wolves lingered about him, some from weeks ago, some as recent as only hours before. Could he have frowned, he would have -- as it was, he merely cocked his head. Most of the scents were real wolves, larger than their human-world cousins by default, but no more intelligent. Where were all the lycans, anyway? Sure, there'd never been a ton of them, not here in Spain anyway, but still...
The lycan hopped onto a moss-covered rock, fluffy brush of a tail neatly curling around to settle over his paws as he sat. For a moment he just considered his surroundings, ears twitching away as he tried to take in everything at once, and then his head tilted back, revealing an equally light-colored throat. His mouth opened, and he released a sonorous howl that echoed through the forest. Birds everywhere took flight and shit, causing a pleased look to briefly cross the wolf's maw. It was a particularly special call, one that might sound like just an ordinary wolf's howl to any human ears, but would come across as a summons of sorts to any of the old pack members. Or, well, any lycan in hearing range, actually. He settled back to wait, nose twitching only the slightest bit. With his luck, no one would show up at all, and he'd be left sitting there 'til the cows came home. Or whatever the magical equivalent of cows were. Either way.
ooc: lycans HOOOOOOOOOOOOO. get in here