Roleplay between Written The Wolf and me :)

Reference Thread: Looking For Love and Death

Sooty x Garin

While at the beginning Garin and Sooty encouraged each other, when Sooty's insecurity starts to show, Garin starts enabling and mimicking his negative moods. They begin to make a series of bad decisions until eventually they both learn and grow... or they learn too late and Garin dies.

The year was 277 in the known wolf realm.

The first month of Summer, when crickets start to sing their love songs to the beautiful full moon above. Many spoke of the existence of a Goddess or God of the Moon, but Garin Ibnat Gitarja was not taught of such things. The only Goddess she needed to know was the Goddess Ciriin, the one watching over her pack.

And oh, how She favored Garin. The female was small in stature, with a pelt that had a healthy sheen to them, pure white except for the obsidian black stripe lining the bridge of her nose. Despite her straight fur providing no illusion of size, she appeared to be chubby, almost as if she was a puppy that hadn't been weaned. It didn't help that she had barely obtained her adult coat, patches of softer puppy fur blotched all over her. There was no trace of Winter hunger left on her.

Garin was alone laying on her side by the lake, on top of soft thick grasses that formed a mold around where she's laying down. Her muzzle rested on one front leg. The beautiful moon was reflected on the river, shining a gentle light on her eyes, one blue and one brown, both pale as her fur. In the moonlight she appeared to be slightly glimmering, as if a peaceful spirit wolf of Summer had resided over the lake.

This was a risky place to be in, particularly for a young wolf such as her. It was right at the edge of Jawa Supremacy's territory, right across a neutral grounds where any stranger wolf could hunt in. However this was what Garin wanted- as with many young wolves, she dreamed of love and creating their own packs. Blame it on her mothers Gitarja and Lirio: they were the ones who named her good wife. With such a name, was it wrong for her to dream of living up to her name?

Strange siluette belonged to a wolf of neutral pack, that was strong in its own right despite not being a part of allegiance, mostly known for excelling warriors in annual or friendly battles. Despite it being carried by first generation of wolves who established the pack its talents accompanied by effective training soon made them well known. What was also known about them is how those results did not derive from overly strict requirements placed upon each pack member for they were wolves from different places with different views that all cherished each others strengths, especially those that came through uniqueness. Fighters were important, crowning jewel if you want, nevertheless not the only type of wolf welcome. Pack sported some beautiful coats decorating den better than any hunt trophy, their strength being raising pups, scouting far and wide as well as bringing in regular smaller prey kills to sustain the community.

Every place has an odd one which in this case was Sooty, a wolf with hip displaced from birth, named such as black obscure spots covering his coat did not get washed away in the river on the night he was found as a pup at outskirts of territory.

Chance, a wolf of rare defect many found alluring, recognised him as his own by smell clinging to him underneath muddy patches caking pup's fur for it was scent of a lady he spent some passionate nights with not too long ago. Alphas were moved by sadness etched in face of their member as well as sad fate that could have easily ended unfortunate pup so they decided to let him join. Pup's mutterings between whimpers about how he was defected therefore had been cursed to never have a pack were drowned out by gentle yips.

(I love the backstory! Long is good :) )

The young wolf's black nose twitched and her ears perked up. There was a scent of another wolf. Every wolf had distinct scent, and every wolf has a scent they preferred. Often, it didn't even take a proper introduction for wolves to decide if they like or dislike each other. By one simple sniff they would know their affinity.

The scent that the wind carried to Garin's nose was unlike any wolf she had known. The instant she inhaled it, there was a shiver running through her spine, all the way from the back of her head to her tail. Even before she realized it, her tail had started wagging.

Across the lake, exactly how Garin had imagined in her daydreams, a silhouette of a wolf had taken place where there were only shadows before. She had heard of many love stories from her mothers and it had become her favorite subject. A prince had come to her in the midst of beautiful summer night, in the middle of the Celtic Festival, nonetheless- Garin wondered if she had accidentally picked up a lucky four leaf clover when she rolled in the clover fields at dusk a few hours ago, and smiled to herself. How lucky.

The scent whispered to Garin about the wolf- a male, young adult wolf, one that Garin never met yet also had traces of the scent of everyone's favorite local antiquities dealer, Montak.

Gracefully rising up to her four feet, Garin's trusting eyes glowed reflecting the moonlight. She approached the wolf cautiously, but her tail couldn't stop wagging with excitement.

"Hi, stranger. What's your name? Are you friendly? I am Garin, daughter of Gitarja."

Garin's heart was thumping in excitement and she wondered what the gorgeous stranger thought about it.

"Oh!" She chuckled warmly at his questioning 'hello'. There was no ill intention coming from him, and she felt safe. "Hello."

She glided closer to him in two light and fluid long steps, wave-like, lowering her body as she left her previous position to raise back up when she stopped very close to him, all while maintaining eye contact. Her natural odour was mixed with the sweet smell of grass and clover and cold air.

Her eyes widened with amazement as she looked at his fur. "Your fur," she whispered, her voice laced with wonder. "It's as if you are part leopard, or perhaps even a magical creature. Oh, silly me! You must be a spirit."

Despite her claim, Garin did not seem afraid. She returned her eyes back to his. A mysterius blue eye, curiously contrasting with a warm brown eye. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"I am not supposed to talk to a stranger, let alone a spirit."

"Protective? Very. I am the future of the pack, you see."

She raised her chin proudly and sat down, blue-brown eyes transfixed on him, as if she was enchanted.

"At least until the next breeding season, when pups are born and a pup might take my place!" She giggled, almost to herself, charmed by the notion. Her ears perked forward eagerly as she listened to his next words.

"Beat me!" She exclaimed, incredulous. Eyes widening, and she finally broke eye contact with him as she threw her head back and laughed. Her laugh was light and melodious, ringing like a bell in the night air. Springing to her feet and leaping away from him in jest alarm. Her feet were nimble, bouncing around, keeping her distance and she was playfully grinning at him as if challenging him to catch her. Her white fur fluttered, dispersing the moonlight along with every tap of her paws on the ground, her shadows dancing around with her.

"How scary! Of course, a big strong male like you must be a hunter. Are you here to hunt me, O Stranger who won't give me his name?"

"It's nice to meet you, Sooty," Garin bowed before Sooty, her movements smooth and graceful. "I am Garin Ibnat Gitarja, future Retainer of the Jawa Supremacy Pack," she announced to him proudly.

Sooty's suggestion of playing chase made Garin's eyelashes flutter with excitement. Her joy was palpable as she responded with a playful giggle. "Oh, I'd love to play!" she exclaimed, her tail wagging behind her with anticipation.

As she turned to run, her eyes caught sight of Sooty's awkward movement, and her expression softened with concern. She padded back towards him with careful steps and circled around him, sniffing at his leg, trying to catch any whiff of injury.

"Is your leg okay? Did you hurt yourself?" she asked. She lifted her head, and her eyes shone with kindness.

Despite Sooty's strange movement, Garin still flashed him a playful grin. She gave him an encouraging nudge with her nose, her demeanor exuding warmth and compassion. "We can still play, of course! I'll go first, and you can chase me," she suggested, her voice gentle and reassuring.