The fading sun gleamed through the branches, teasing the wolf below. The spot was so dark, and Jet didn't particularly like dark places. Whining, he leapt up on his backlegs to lean his fron paws against a tree trunk. cocking his head, the wolfdog stared up at a patch of orange sunlight. Growling, unpleased, he leapt down on all fours. He felt like running back in the direction he had come, back to Jaysie and Mema, and Lupa and them. But which direction had he even come from? Jetison looked around, confused. Everything looked the same, and it was impossible to tell which way was North or South. A small shiver ran down his back. Lost, in a dark place. Now didn't that sound like a buttload of fun? No clue where he was going, the brute sped off to his left, dodging trees and bramble. It was so dark, and hard to see where he was going. He hit a rock, sendind him flying in the air, landing on his side. Barking, surprised, he stood again. Where was he? He began walking, careful not to be flinged by evil rocks. Jet's great black head swiveled from side to side, watching for what he expected; a monster flying out of the shadows. But not once did this beast show its face. Still, Jet was on his toes. Jade visionaries darted, and while he was slightly nervous, not at all was he in fear. Calming down, slowly, the wolfdog sighed, relaxed.

status_ blah. whatever. finished.
setting_ sunset. hot, sticky. a few dark clouds are coming in. will rain in a few more posts.

Surprisingly, the temperature wasn`t unbearable. The sun was hiding behind the hulking form of a cloud, shielding them from its blinding rays. Lucky. Now that spring had arrived the heat of the day was torturous, making everything seem unmovable and slow, like a sullen, over-weight cat refusing to move. Nice metaphor, eh? Not that the wolves of Far Beyond Return had ever heard of cats, other than the hybrids whose parents had told them of their lives in the place of 'Italy.' To the canines the land was a myth, a tale to tell to pups to frighten them, for Italy was the place where the blood-thirsty humans had come from, or that was what had been rumored. The humans were monsters, plain and simple, that killed the canines without a second thought for their lovely, thick pelts. That was understandable, but those particular furs belonged on the backs of wolves, not made for human desires. Goodness knows what they did with the fur once they obtained it.

The thick canopy of leaves blocked out what light the sun provided, casting an almost eerie light on everything; plants, trees, little else made up the Forgotten Outskirts. The land had a fitting name. Few were interested in the dense area where everybody seemed to become lost, hopelessly, completely lost. Those adjectives did not describe the female as she traveled expertly through the lush woodland. Apparently, she had traveled here before and knew what she was doing, unlike some unfortunate cross-breed that`d wandered into the territory. Poor soul. He probably didn`t know that the Terrafall pack disliked hybrids, looked down upon them, even. Their belief was that only pure-blooded wolves should make up their ranks, and it just so happened that, being the alphess, Aerolayh did as well. Odd, how opinionated female would lower herself to be prejudice against particular types of canines, but it was the sad and simple truth.

As she navigated around the dense expanse of trees, her nostrils dilated to decipher the differing scents of the Forgotten Outskirts. Suddenly a new scent, one very opposite the plants, met her. Slightly surprised, the porcelain lupine paused, lobes pressing forth insistently to listen to the antics of a canine. Curiosity probed her forward until the wolfdog met her gaze. Immediately her distaste was expressed and hidden as she approached, plume rising instinctively to portray her rank. "And who, might I ask, are you?"

Aeron was so used to having someone follow him. Too used to it. He was a born leader, the Alpha amongst his brothers, yet where were his suboordinates now? He knew what he wanted. Unlike most males, he did not desire females and pups. No, he could care less of them. He wanted dominance, and power. His ambition was great, and his chances high. Who could stop him? He was practically competing against himself. The air was damp and heavy. His lungs felt the pressure, creating a difficulty to breathe. So sticky, Aeron's thick coat was uncomfortable. Still, he kept his prided stride and hold. Cranium high, tail raised, the brute didn't feel any guilt about his arrogance. If you got it, flaunt it. Right?

Large paws left imprints in the semi-dry earth. Aeron trampled grass and weeds carelessly. Looking up, he saw a large fallen tree in the path. Not a problem. The hybrid leaped over the log with ease. Sighing, he continued prodding along the deer trail. Noticing the prints of deer, rabbits, and racoons, Aeron thought the territory must be abundant with pray. Looking up, he noticed a squirrel nest, and hidden in some brush, a chipmunk. Scanning the area, the male thought it might be quite an easy place to get lost. But him, lost? Never. With his nose in the air, noticing any change in scent, and his keen eye, Aeron was very capable.

The trail curled around a bend, but before he turned, the hybrid smelled canines. A familiar scent, and an unfamiliar aroma. Remembering the smell, Aeron figured out that Jet was nearby. Oh, this should get interesting. Smirking, white fangs glistening, the brute's eyes gleamed with mischief and agression. How much fun would he have today? Following the pathway curve, Aeron found himself in a little clearing. Jetison and a she-wolf stood across the clear. Taking a few more steps, the wolfdog listened to the conversation. And I'm Aeron.


status_ museless. finished.