Sinister Encounters [Ivan]

[Adelaide]

Her small paws were quick and uneasy on the dark ground. She had been chasing after a hare then all of a sudden the lights clicked out and she was left in total darkness. It was as if some giant, black cloud had covered the sun, ending the warm rays it had been casting on to her fur. Her crystal blue eyes flicked from side to side, trying desperately to find some kind of relief with either light or an exit. But, when her eyes adjusted to the darkness all she saw were walls, walls and walls. A small whine left her throat, though it was not loud enough to reach any other ears. Or so she thought. She listened as such a quiet whine echoed throughout the darkness, throwing itself back at her before fading into the distance. The she wolf let out a light shuttering sigh. At least she could see a bit better. Once she had calmed herself down a bit more, she pushed herself to walk again. There was no point sitting around and waiting for her prince charming to come and rescue her, because simply, in the real world rescues did not happen. The princess would need to stand up and protect herself.

Her head was high and ears perked, trying her best to mask the fear that was filling her bones. Her tongue ran wearily over her lips as she was once again stopped by a dead end. The wolves heart rate was beginning to pick up and her fur pricking with unease. She had gotten in, she was going to get out. And so she kept walking, kept moving forward and veering off when she hit a cross-road or dead end. Eventually, she was exhausted, thirsty, and still very hungry. She backed up until she felt the wall against her back and then lowered her haunches, sinking to the cold floor until she was in a laying position. Her eyes skirted around, making sure that there was a wall on either side of her besides forward, that way she was secure from a sneak attack. The young she wolf lowered her muzzle to rest on her fore paws, icy blue eyes peering off in the distance until she let sleep overcome her. Well, not actual sleep. That kind of feeling when you are in darkness and resting, yet you can still kind of sense the real world. Her ears twitched on her head, listening for danger. But, for now, the only thing she could do was rest.
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[ivan.]

tattered and ragged; broken like my own pestilence.

It all happened so suddenly-- One second he was there, and another he wasn't. It had been bright only seconds before and, then, it became a dark, winding place of what seemed, to the rather uneasy fellow, pure evil. This place was eerie and gave Ivan a feeling that something sinister was lurking within the depths of the dark area he had begun treading through. He hadn't realized it earlier -- before he entered this place -- that it was a rather terrifying place to be. Less so terrifying than it was creepy. Nothing had jumped out to scare him as of that moment. However, Ivan was sure something would.

If it wasn't the soft sound of his own paws against the terrain or even his shallow breaths, Ivan had suddenly jumped from his skin from the sounds around him. The sheer ambiance of this place was petrifying-- Light didn't seem to seep through the covering of the canyon and, well, anyone who knew Ivan could say he was fairly scared of the dark.

His movements were tentative, his body tensed and his ears forced forward upon his cranium, his nostrils wide and his eyes clearly opened as to allow him to take in all of his surroundings. The fact that it was hard to see and that anything could be lingering around the next bend was what scared Ivan the most -- Not the darkness itself, really.

238. Adelaide. so sorry! my blood-sugar is 306 and it was 361 only about an hour earlier-- Typing is hard with this lethargy.

[Adelaide]

Her eyes were shut, it seemed to make the darkness around her less scary if her eyes were closed and it seemed like it was all in her head. The only sounds around her was the light cracking of the walls around her and the gust of wind as it entered through the tiny holes or openings that were much too small for even a mouse to get through. At least, in her head, there was nothing that could hurt her. That was, until she heard steps against the ground. It wasn't hard to pick up, the whole place held echoes. She had had her whine that was quieter than a whisper come back at her as though she had yelled it to the sky. No one could really creep up on anyone here. She didn't know if it was another wolf or some creepy thing, but it wasn't close enough for her smell. So, she waited.

When it finally came into scent distance, she linked it to that of another wolf, though the gender was still shadowed by the misty air. The young wolf pulled herself to her paws and waited, once again, for her eyes to adjust to the surrounding darkness. When they finally did, she began to follow her nose. With her full year of hunting training, she was one of the best trackers around, following a misty scent was nothing but child play for her. Soon, she was able to link it to a male wolf. The scent grew stronger and stronger until she raised her eyes from the ground until she almost bumped into his shadowy figure. A sharp yelp and she flew back a few feet, slipping on the damp, cave ground before flopping onto her side with a sharp whine.

With aching ribs, she pulled herself back up, shaking the gross, damp-like feeling out of her fur before she turned back to face the wolf, feeling more than a little embarrassed. "Hello." She spoke gently, knowing the cave was already carrying her voice to make it louder. So there was no point to talk so loud. "I am Adelaide, who are you?" Her voice was cautious, but she was not the least bit scared. She could just here her father scolding her now. Don't you know better than to talk to strangers? They could kill you without even batting an eye, yet you walk right up to them?! Shaking the voice, she waited patiently. There was a difference between being stupid, naive, and just flat out friendly, right?
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