The Echos of Silence - Haunt me still {Intro}

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Kleopatra could feel the change in the winds, the chill that hung in the air long after sunrise and the begin scarsity of prey was only to telling of the colder season that was to follow shortly. She had been through it before, and the change would be almost welcomed, aside from the hunger part. Though through all of her life, each trial and tribulation, Kleo could always find sanity in the change of the seasons. Like clockwork it would transition, and you could survive as long as you knew how to ride it out.

A crisp gentle breeze rustled her dark black coat, she was always proud of her simple apperance. She had met others who had strange, even beautiful, adaptations. She never descrimnated against them but she also found solice in her simple wolf-like apperance. Her pale grey eyes surveyed the surrounding area with carful observation. She knew these lands to be pack lands indeed, and had tried to keep away for many a year, but she felt a calling. She had met a few pack wolves, most where desent enough, and Kleo often found some of them true and good, although she was sure they where not all that way. Internally she battled as she felt the need to flee and run from these lands yet another drew her closer and beckoned her with a gentle hand, strange.

She edged in closer, each paw placement silent and carefully trodden, her ears perked high and attentive, her eyes sharp, and her nose twitching. She knew the dangers of wandering onto these lands, she bore scars from the territories that held unwelcoming owners with unforgiving bites, yet onward she drew. The sent of wolves heavey and a little disorienting as she was so used to the sents of the wild forest, but she supposed she would have to learn, she was willing to learn, but only as long as these wolves where cordial. If she where to be greated with violance and blood, she figured there would be no place for her here.

Lightly she placecd her nose to the ground and sniffed the earth, she was getting closer, and her eyes darted around once again. Her heart raced but she kept calm, she was going through with this and her silence would haunt her no longer.

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Long legs moved swiftly over the land, orange body a flash over the horizon. A cool breeze was whipping about, sending his long mane flying over russet shoulders. The temperatures were dropping slowly, much to his demise, he would love nothing more then for the land to remain hot year-round. Winter was a curse, after-all. Prey would be scarce before long, packs were probably out doing a good bit of hunting now.

Slowing his pace to a jostling trot as the trees became thick, Vulkan looked about, bat-like ears pricked to attention, listening to the forest around him. Lowering his nose to the ground, he caught the stale scent of other wolves. Perhaps several of them; there must be a pack somewhere. Lowering his haunches and sitting himself comfortably on the ground Vulkan lifted his darkened muzzle to the air and let loose a loud, poetic howl. More song then howl, Vulkan was extremely proud of his voice, it was tantalizing.

Finishing his howl, Vulkan lowered himself fully to the ground, letting the cool earth push against his underbelly. Cranium now resting on the ground, he closed his eyes for a moment and let himself be engulfed in thought. Dreaming was a favorite past-time of his. He knew most of his dreams would not become a reality, more so because of the fact they were jumbled pieces of the days and weeks past, rather then a single concentrated thought.

Vulkan sat up, satisfied though not realizing how much time had passed. He knew it couldn't have been long, so he did not trouble himself with the thought. It wasn't as if he were doing anything important anyhow. He shook himself slightly, sending the largest chunks of dirt and dust flying to either side. Auds pricked suddenly, the sound of quiet paw steps coming his way drew his attention. Natural curiosity got the best of him and he lifted his head slightly, letting out a short, inviting song to the hidden wolf.

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^~Kleopatra~

Kleo's ears twitched and her head came up at high alert. She heard a voice, it made her paws tingle and her ears quiver and more than anything she wanted to find its source. Quickly she sniffed the air and caught a sent that was not of a pack, these territories had another intruder. She smiled lightly as now she was ever more curious as to find the berrer of this voice.

Silently she padded a little ways through the forest following her nose and her ears. Suddenly she caught it. In a flash of red pelt she caught sight of the voice. The wolf was spindly and definatly unique in it's red coat. But his voice is what mesmerized Kleo. It was so beautiful you couldn't help but just want to listen, but she did more than listen. Was it so strange for there to be multiple trespassers on pack lands? She wasn't sure, but she could guess the winter time could bring loners in closer to the lands, for scraps or even te thought of becoming one of them if they weren't killed first. Hunger could do many of things to any creature, even make them act out of character.

Swiftly and silently she approached him with head held high but not threatining. Her ears where forward and pointed and her tail hanging limply, she showed no forms of aggression, merely curiosity. Her grey eyes surveyed the wolf, watching him closely, she was no coward but she wasn't an idiot either.

"Your voice is beautiful, wolf." She tilted her head slightly to the side "But why come to use it in these pack lands?"

She asked him simply and truely, her voice paling in comparison to his, she was sure.