PLOT:

Who said anything about a plot? Was the title not clear enough?
(Do we have any idea what we're doing? Not really lmao)

Loosely based off RP Scene 1

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(Standard rules apply, if you aren't in the title please don't post)

Time had once stood still and begged for forgiveness. It called to the hearts of those that were broken and beaten, wanting to see them flourish and grow. It had grown in many ways that those on four paws did not fully understand, but it had happened. It was one fateful night that time stopped as eyes of a golden hue watched a body fall from the cliffs and land upon the jagged rocks of the roaring down below.

Tossing a head that was heavily furred, a stocky built wolf blinked golden glazed eyes. Lips that were covered in blood wrinkled back as yellowed fangs bared themselves at the body down below. Questions swirlled in the air, as if they had just been spoken. They were questions from a wolf that had been thrown from the cliff in an epic battle, but they remained unanswered. Not willing to tall the old wolf why he had done as he had, a wolf named History snorted. History was not supposed to repeat, but here it was anyways.

------Present------

Shaking himself of the night snow, a grey toned male stretched out his body with a wide yawn. His pink tongue lolled out of his mouth as a whine escaped from the stretch. Muscles ached faintly and claws dug into the soil below his frame, urging him onwards. He needed to move and hunt, but the wolf in question just rocked his head back and forth, loosening up muscles in his shoulders.

Licking his dark lips, the golden eyed wolf flicked his gaze up above his body as he got himself roused from slumber. His large head shifted a fraction of an inch, listening to the birds up above before he huffed out a snort and rolled his golden eyes. "Time to work." He muttered to himself, his body shaking away the rest of the snow on his body before his paws headed off towards a path well traveled.

(yeah I didn't bother to decor her :'))

Fantasia was annoyed. Actually, no - she was beyond pissed. Some might say understandably, but that didn't make it any less annoying as she stalked through the woods, forging her own path, heart burning with resentment.

It wasn't evne that big of a deal. She could always get back what the annoying raven had stolen. But hat didn't make it any better - she was still annoyed at said raven. What an inconvenience, indeed.
In all honesty, she wasn't as pissed as she really felt to be. But then she had to have something to do, to think about, as she broke the grass and weaved therough the trees. It wasn't until she actually stumbled upon a scent, something that definitely wasn't just the forest, that she turned and looked around, notticing for once that it wasn't just more of this endless forest.

Something - someone - had definitely traveled here recently. Their scent was still here, at least. Fantasia couldn't exactly tell who, or when, but it was a scent nonetheless, and something tangible.

A snap decision made her follow said scent through the path that was definitely more worn than what she had been breaking earlier. Not too worn, but... it was definitely traveled a few times. Curiosity getting the better of her, she turned off the path she was forging and trailed the scent, curious as to what or who it actually was. At least, it'd be an improvement on what she had been doing earlier.

Heading down the path with his long tail swaying behind him, the grey based male huffed a breath. The cold snow was making hunting all the more difficult, but as his paws hit old spots he used to be more silent, the wolf knew he would be fine. Flicking ears forward, History listened to the sound of cow elk in the distance. They were a bit large for his taste all alone so he veered away from them, his head tilting to the side and one ear flicking backwards as he did so.

Lifting his nose, History brought in more scents upon his nostrils, inhaling their flavors. His golden eyes blinked faintly before the feeling of something close had his movements stopping. Turning his head and looking over his hsoulder, History perked his ears a bit higher and lifted his lips in a half hearted snarl. The large male was not impressed with whatever was behind him, but he did not let that stop him for much longer either.

Shaking his head, the male turned back to where he was going and picked up into a trot. He did not wish to be followed, but there was something behind him anyways that made his hackles ruffle just a tad. History wanted to be left alone, but his sences had him working a bit harder to conceal himself in the snow. His dark body did not help much with hiding, but he could survive as long as whatever was behind him did not make him a snack.

Fantasia wasn't exactly interested in making whatever was ahead a snack - unless it was food, that was. She was just curious after wandering around aimlessly for such an extended period. Not really actively pursuing, more of just idly following the scent a bit at a calm walk. She wasn't too concerned if she couldn't catch it, but what was the harm in following it? Nothing, really.

She just happily loped along through the snow, completely unaware of what exactly was waiting for her up ahead - that was, at least, until she caught a glimpse of what she was happily following without a thought.

Big, grey, and... not what she had been expecting, really. While at 130 pounds, she was bigger than most of the other wolves, she also knew that messing with whatever was ahead... maybe wasn't the best idea?

Regardless, quieter and slightly slower now, she continued following this strange trail of the big grey animal, senses actually alert now, and a lot less carelessly plodding through the snow. She most definitely wanted to figure out who was this that she was following now, because... really, what else could she do?

Despite what was probably the wiser decision to turn around and just go, she kept following it. There was really no reason for her not to, she reasoned with herself, and besides, she was still a bit too curious as to who - or what - it was.

Tossing his head with a heavy snort leaving his nostrils, History tried to not be stuck to much on what was behind him. His ears could pick up each step both bodies made and he wished that he could tune out the second pair, but he was growing frustrated with being followed. Pinning his ears as his mellow manner began to go from worried to frustrated, the male wolf felt his hackles begin to rise.

Turning with a bush, History set himself to where his eyes were facing the way he had come. His tail twitched at the tip as anger flowed through his blood. The grey based wolf wanted to know who was there and why they were following him, but at the moment he stood there silently and watched.

(Small, sorry. >.< Brain is not active just yet but I wanted to reply.)

Did Fantasia know what awaited her in front? No.

... did she really care? Not really, either.

What could they do to her, anyway? Nothing too much. Which was why she just kept going.

That was until she noticed the grey animal - which was apparently a wolf - had stopped. Vastly contrasting to the white snow that surrounded him, he just... kind of sat there, looking directly at her - where he knew she'd be coming from, what with her following his path.

Well, what did he expect? What with the path and scent trail he was leaving behind, of course she'd follow because she didn't have much else to do or worry about. Which was now leading to them both... just kind of here.

Fantasia had inwardly paused at the sight of the grey wolf. Now she was here, she could inwardly admit that... yeah. This may have been a bit of a stupid idea.

What had she been thinking, following an unknown scent? Then again, she was bored.

Nonetheless, here they were, fantasia paused mid-stride, looking directly at the grey wolf that's gaze seemed to just judge her outright.