Wandering Souls [Hestia]

Vulcan
Loner

Son of Hyperion and Lily

Posts: 3
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/6377/mixed-vulcan
Date of Birth: 14 May, 2018
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 50 inches
Weight: 227 pounds
Coat Color: Flame Point
Eye Color: Purple & Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3
Litter: http://anikira.com/thread/4212/lilerion-pups

Wandering Souls [Hestia] Nov 22, 2020 14:00:36 GMT -6

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Post by Vulcan on Nov 22, 2020 14:00:36 GMT -6

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[attr="class","post"]The winds that blew through his coat were harsh and stung to the bone. His coat was not completely ready for winter just yet, even with it steadily approaching. Vulcan's two toned eyes watched as the world seemed to move so quickly around him. He stood still. A strange scent lingered in the air and he could do little to understand what it was or where it had been coming from. He decided to follow it, for his sense of adventure pulled him in all kinds of directions. He followed this scent, this odd feeling looming in the air above him. He was cautious, but only just ever so slightly. As a larger being on this earth, he was not too worried with what he might come into contact with. If it were smaller than him, he really wouldn't need to display much force. A quick flip back of his lips and sharing the impressive mouth beneath might be just enough to send an annoyance running.

When he neared the area, he found black specs falling through the skies. It smelled weird and was not cold to the touch. What could it possibly be? He was unsure, but he wanted to investigate more. To the south of where he stood, he could see this large mountain, but it didn't have a true peak. It was like caved in or something. He inspected it from afar, curious but cautious enough not to get closer. Many of the trees surrounding the basin were scorched and ruined. Some seemed to grow a little life back, but they were halted significantly. He stood among some of the ruined trees, inspecting their trunks and ripping at some of the bark. Some pieces fell from it easy as butter. Some still had some semblance of life clinging with all they could muster. Shame, really. Whatever had caused this damage and destruction was nothing to be messed with.

"He Speaks."

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Hestia
Loner

Posts: 14
OOC Name: Vy
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/6135/red-wolf-mexican-hestia
Date of Birth: 10/14/16
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 28 in.
Weight: 60 Ibs.
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, Red, White
Eye Color: White
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Wandering Souls [Hestia] Nov 22, 2020 15:37:35 GMT -6

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Post by Hestia on Nov 22, 2020 15:37:35 GMT -6

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Hestia had been here before, it took her several days to get back to it, but she was curious. She had liked meeting that strange nameless male but she couldn't help the curiosity. That wolf had said that they might have required help and while the chance of them still being there was slim to none a part of her wanted to help, wanted to try to help even if there was nothing to be done about it now. The pups would be much older now, but perhaps there was something there to. At any rate she had not been able to explore this place fully before, this hot place even as fall firmly showed itself across the landscape. But she did scent the presence of another male. She remembered the heavy air and the way that it was hard to breathe, as if she were breathing in clouds of pollen, but hotter, it made her breath rasp in a way that she was not used to.

There were trees that littered the horizon and she ran into one, forcing her to slow her pace even as anticipation urged her to quicken her step as she got closer to that very strange area that smelled very strange. The other male was there, but she could not tell anything about him. "Hello?" Perhaps he was close, near and far were difficult, especially when the wolves were not speaking. And sound always traveled strangely when there was even the slightest breeze. She hesitated and paused, if he was close she didn't want to run into him, and she was not sure if he was the friendly sort. All the wolves she had met so far had been fairly friendly, but her mother had said that not everyone would want to say hello back to her on her travels.

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Kati H.

Vulcan
Loner

Son of Hyperion and Lily

Posts: 3
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/6377/mixed-vulcan
Date of Birth: 14 May, 2018
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 50 inches
Weight: 227 pounds
Coat Color: Flame Point
Eye Color: Purple & Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3
Litter: http://anikira.com/thread/4212/lilerion-pups

Wandering Souls [Hestia] Nov 23, 2020 15:59:10 GMT -6

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Post by Vulcan on Nov 23, 2020 15:59:10 GMT -6

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[attr="class","post"]The large wolf was inspecting the land, when he heard a loud thump sound. He quickly turned his form around to see what the sound had come from. What caused it? He couldn't see immediately, but he moved around a bit until he finally saw what it was. It was a wolf, a female from what he could tell of her scent. She was alone, it had seemed, but he made sure to check before he was too cautious around her. The Isles Pointed wolf looked to the much smaller being and when she got close enough, he saw her eyes. It was the first thing that he noticed about her (besides her size). Her voice was soft and sweet, like his mother's. Vulcan decided that there would be little to no danger here and should it come his way, he would more than likely be able to take care of it himself. Though not really a fighter, he would defend himself from harm. He stared at her, locking with her glossy eyes. He lifted a paw and waved it in front of her face, but she did not react. "Greetings," he replied softly. His voice was pleasant, and not as low as he normally needed to go to ward off danger.

Mother had always told him to be polite to others, not to ask incredibly personal questions, but he was curious about her eyes. Part of his education and discovery, was also to ask questions. He had never met a blind wolf and was not sure if she was that exactly. Could she smell too? Or was that also hindered with the loss of her sight? "My name is Vulcan, and you are?" He introduced himself, feeling comfortable with this interaction. Maybe once they began speaking to one another, she would just divulge the information he was craving? He could be a patient wolf, after all, he did spend a good number of his days, watching the flowers sway to and fro in the wind. Watching her was no different. He did have to wonder what a creature like her was doing out here all alone and why she was alone. Had she lost her family? Her friends? Only questions filled his mind as he pondered who this sight-impaired female was.

"He Speaks."

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Hestia
Loner

Posts: 14
OOC Name: Vy
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/6135/red-wolf-mexican-hestia
Date of Birth: 10/14/16
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 28 in.
Weight: 60 Ibs.
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, Red, White
Eye Color: White
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Wandering Souls [Hestia] Nov 24, 2020 17:24:33 GMT -6

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Post by Hestia on Nov 24, 2020 17:24:33 GMT -6

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It seemed as if he was not so close, she could hear him approach and come closer then felt a small breeze on her face and she could smell his paw. Her ears flickered in response but she remained still. But she was taught to be polite so she responded with her own moniker. "I'm named Hestia." She gave a small smile and continued. "It is a pleasure to meet you Vulcan." And it was nice to meet another wolf. She had traveled for awhile and not run into nearly as many wolves as when she remained near the beach, and while the solitude was a nice break she did enjoy the company more. Her entire life had been filled with companionship and other wolves until she had left home and it was rather strange to find herself alone even if it was thrilling. She liked the thrill, the exploration, the uncharted territories, but the company was nice as well. She didn't need help to get around, but sometimes the help was appreciated, it certainly made it faster to traverse large distances.

She let that introduction hang in the air for a second before casting her head about. Really she was taking in the smells and sounds, although she supposed that it could also appear as if she were looking about. It didn't really look like anything though. "This is quite the place is it not?" And it really was, she had never encountered another place like it. So warm, smelling so strangely, and felt differently underneath her paws. Even the trees felt strange when she chanced to snag some of her fur against the branches. She wondered what he saw if this place's appearance was as incongruous with the surroundings as the smells feel of it. Perhaps he would offer insight on the subject.

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