[ P ] Ebb Tide

Summit Hiram Eithne


Beneath a dark sky, a lone wolf traveled beneath a dark sky. The glittering stars were beginning to fade, giving way to the coming dawn. Each day, the youth was growing into the man he would become. A little taller than the last day, a bit stronger. His absurdly large puppy paws seemed less ill-fitting now, as his limbs grew longer and the rest of his form swiftly caught up with those over-sized digits. His voice had transformed from a squeaky teenager to that of a more mature wolf, already deep in its tone and promising to grow deeper still with time. Summit didn’t notice those subtle changes, physically, but he felt different internally.

When he was a child, he had lived in the present, always in the moment. As an adolescent, however, he was drawn further into his tempestuous thoughts. Too often, he was trapped in his tangled thoughts, unaware of anything beyond his life’s mission: find his sister. Find Daisy. And so he searched, sometimes with his family, but more often, without them. With ample time for his paws to wander, his mind did just the same.

What if…

And it was all because of him. The sorrow, the loss, the tragedy that had befallen his clan. His sister was gone. His family was inconsolable. And Summit knew why.

It’s my fault.

No. He had to save her. He had to save them all. His paws were too restless to stay put when there was a whole world to search. If she was still alive, then Summit would find her.

If…

It was funny – no, it was downright overwhelming, how one small choice could change the entire trajectory of one’s existence. Just one decision, bit by bit, each piece that brought him to where he was today. His family knew he would be traveling now, though they were hardly enthusiastic about the prospect of being without him. But Summit was nearing adulthood now. He didn’t need them the way he once did.

An ivory muzzle turned toward the indigo firmament that enveloped the land. Soon, night would be over. The sun would rise, as it always did, and dawn was fast approaching when a scent drew his attention away from his thoughts. He did not bother to stop his wide steps as he looked around for another of his kind. "I know you're near," he grumbled to the unseen, "Whoever you are."



@Vadim

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just a wolf in wolf's clothing,
following the large one for some time now, with no avail. it led him to no food, no water-, that he could potentially snag from the one who treaded before him. a large bloke, yet vadim mirrored the powerhouse stature.
it's then vadim is acknowledged verbally. it provoked vadim to come from hiding, to emerge his full self from the flower shrubs that laid to the other's right. he closes in then, paws greedy to linger next to the hulking mass that seemed to hurry forward. marching with him, vadim glared with a direct stare. one that was questionable, and perhaps unsettling. "Where ya goin' boy?" he spoke with a daemonic voice; gruff and baritone. his invasive questions did not cease. nor did it appropriate for the circumstance. but he cared not. clearly. "I said where the fuck we goin'?" the ebon brute invited himself here with no intents of backing off.
it was obvious vadim was hungry for a hard time. bored and out to pester anything- or anyone. within close proximity to the other, vadim gauged their features. sizing the other up; it was a teen. a weak teen. vadim dreaded kids and he was cynical about adolescents. more the reason to harm it.

"I talk" 'I think'

table by scarlet, art by luni

Summit Hiram Eithne


Normally, Summit had no true fear of strangers. Whilst he had encountered many unfriendly sorts during his travels, he had never needed to defend himself. He was tall and imposing himself, despite his age, and perhaps that had provided some safety during his wanderings. But this morning brought about circumstances that were far from normal, and the ebony beast who revealed himself caused the boy to startle. His pace quickened and his heart began to race.

The black wolf was huge – not that Summit wasn’t, but this brute had the benefit of age and experience behind his tense muscles. "where ya goin' boy?" The youth kept his attention focused straight ahead, refusing the give this weirdo the time of day, or even one ounce of the attention he seemed to be seeking.

But the dark wolf matched his wide step with one of his own, apparently determined that he would not be ignored. The stranger demanded in unnerving tones: "i said where the fuck we goin'?" The question caused Summit to stop, finally, the hair along his spine beginning to stand on end as he looked at the dark brute. Mismatched eyes narrowed, and he huffed. His voice was low, and as he spoke, his forward movement continued. ”I’m not going anywhere, and you’re not invited.”

He hoped this would be enough to dissuade the brute from following as heavy paws moved with increased pace to put distance between himself and the other wolf.


@Vadim

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just a wolf in wolf's clothing,
it was evident that vadim struck fear in the teen. instead of swaying him away, it only attracted him further. he adored the scents of fear in their pheromones'-, enjoyed the flinching of their muscles as their bodies anticipated a fight or flee response to the stimuli of vadim. a unique turn of that sent him shuddering in pleasure often times.
he craved it more and more: remembering the bastard whelp that flinched in fright. it delighted him. the validation, a certain type- one that only came from being the monster he truly was. he interpreted it in the most unconventional of ways. he was a complex dragon who embraced his natural alignment.
being ignored made him only more eager for a reaction. its only then the teenager responded, sending a brief glare at vadim. it speaks to him with a voice of defiance. "you're not invited." surfacing up within the black wolf were the memories of being ostracized his whole life. before he was vadim.
vadim's pace did not slow but instead quickened as he bolted suddenly ahead the other. the goliath halted deliberately with a firm stance. his dark toes splayed and planted on the terrain as he parked before the other. cocking his head low, his mouth hung open as growls began to emit from it. vadim's own hackles rising with the assumption of battle as he braced to meet the teenager in a grapple, had it continued forward. flattened ears and a puckered snout, his face became a rigid & complicated sheet; lines crinkling over his maw as his fangs bared and whiskers prickled astray. "Says who pussy?"

"I talk" 'I think'

table by scarlet, art by luni