Come And Find Me [Repost] (attn: Eric)

[CorenYi]

OOC: Yay Surreality.

I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up

You are a fingernail, running down the chalkboard

I thought I left in third grade

Now my only, consolation, is that this could not last forever

Even though you're singing and thinking

How well you've got it made

 

Who are you?

When will you be through?

 

Just a Phase - Incubus

 

As Ransom wandered away from the small village several days North-east of Aringill he found himself at a loss. He couldn't remember what the name of that village had been for the life of him. The only thing he remembered was that he had been thrown out of that tavern and was now headed into a forest. Looking around him, he couldn't really remember why he was headed into the for... Come brother. You're always welcome here.

 

The voice in his head - more a bundle of emotions really - startled him at first. But he remembered that it wasn't the first time he had felt something like it. In fact, it had more than a faint resemblance to his dreams of late. It was that familiarity that drove him onward. The voice felt like fam... We are family. Shrugging off his surprise at the voice responding to his unfinished thought; Ransom looked up at the moon and wondered how this strange voice - these strange voices - could feel more like family than the man who had raised him.

 

His eyes on the sky, he didn't see the root that reached up from the darkness to entwine his feet. The next thing Ransom knew, he was tasting blood and dirt. Pushing himself up slowly, he found himself staring into two brightly shining golden eyes. He leaned forward in an attempt to see what sort of creature could carry such stunning eyes... and suddenly found himself falling forward. - Can someone really fall forward? - The eyes came closer and closer toward him until Ransom had no choice but to think that the creature meant him harm. Then, as suddenly as it began, the rushing of the creature stopped, the eyes were no more, and he found himself being plunged head first into a puddle of water that could stand to be deeper.

 

Ransom began to piece together the brief attack and realized that, judging by the mud covering his front and the tracks now gracing the short cliff before him, he had been atop that hill a moment before looking down towards the pudd... Which meant that the eyes he had seen moments before were....

 

Placing his hands on either side of his head, he thrust upwards into a handstand and let his weight pull his feet forwards onto the ground. As soon as he felt solid - well, mostly solid - ground beneath him he dropped to his knees and examined his reflection in the rippling water. The face staring back at him was familiar, but the eyes were not. His eyes had always been brown, not... golden. He stared into the water trying to puzzle out where these strange new eyes had come from. Had his old eyes gotten angry and left? It made no sense to Ransom, and so he sat in the water, trying to understand the change.

 

It wasn't until the cold of the water began to sink through his clothes and into him that he remembered he was sitting in a puddle. Standing, he attempted to brush some of the water off of himself, but to little avail. Stepping from the puddle he looked around where he stood, wondering where he was.

 

The forest. - I know that. Where am I going? - To us. - Who are you? - We are your brothers and sisters. Come to us brother.

 

With that, Ransom began trudging off again, ignoring the cold that settled into his bones.

 

*****

 

It was nearly dawn when he finally decided to make camp with what little supplies he had. Plopping down where he stood, he pulled out his flint and tinder and made a feeble attempt at a fire. After a few moments he gave up on that and pulled a strip of dried meat from his cloak. Wrapping it around him he lay his head on the most comfortable rock he could find and tried not to dwell on all that he did not have. - Family... friends... a home... - A smile drifted over his face as sleep claimed him. At least there he had the puppies.

 

Ransom Terrin

The not so Gleeful Gleeman

[Wolfsbane]

Evidence

[in the] march of the ant

pulse of the sea

look, find, free

yet! do you get it yet?

do you get it?

 

From here on it's instinctual

even straight roads meander

every piece contains a map of

it all, it all!

 

Out of line and indivisible

a crow left of the murder

every piece contains a map of

it all, it all!

 

A Crow Left of the Murder - Incubus

 

 

Lynx tossed his head irritably, dull grey eyes watching around him carefully, as Erik patted his long neck. He’d only been riding the horse for the last fortnight, getting acquainted with the beast, if a few torn vests and a bloody arm count as acquainting. Wolves still bothered the animal—that much was clear, especially whenever Smoke drifted in and out of their camp— despite the fact that it had spent most of its life in the Stedding.

 

“There’s some mule in you somehow Lynx,” Erik whispered as he led the animal to a strong enough tree to tie it up at, “ and try not to tear this one out of the earth, this time.”

 

Stretching the muscles in his back, already feeling the effect of another day in a row of hard riding, Erik relaxed his breathing and brought in the scents all around him. Feel the tingle of a breeze through the trees as it washed over him, the smell of rabbit not a day gone passing through, the smell of long-grass cut by the stout trees that enclosed his campsite for the night. And the beacon; standing out in his mind like a glimmering pillar, drawing him closer, closer to the Wanderer.

 

The wolves thought him odd, this new Wanderer.

Like a pup.

Erik was certain the wolves knew the differences between two-leg adults and two-leg pups, but the way the emotions they used to describe him… Erik could think of nothing but a young cub falling over itself as it played, taking sheer delight in living.

 

A day since taking a ferry across the River Erinin, the sense of the journey half way complete left him content as he chewed on a strip of old mutton and cheese and some old tubers he had found in his previous adventures best eaten raw… Cooking seemed to awaken some dark taste from within, and left you breathing heavy and your stomach empty.

 

A day’s hard ride, perhaps a little more, and another Wolfkin safely brought back… As he lay down to sleep, the hackles on the back of his neck stirred.

“Can’t be worse than the last time…” Erik smiled to the darkness of the forest around him.

Night’s howl comes.

[CorenYi]

OOC: Ok, I've had writer's block on this thread for too damn long now... so as much as I hate to do it, I've got to breeze past... unfortunately I lost the post that belongs here... way back when the site crashed last time... it was a good post, essentially, Ransom bonked himself on the nose because a blade of grass was making it itch and he met a blue eyed wolf who's name was essentially Running with Clouds... so he called him Cloud.

 

*shrugs* As much as I hate having to do this, it's time to move on to the next stage of this post. If you could, Eric, please post finding Ransom... he should have been wandering in a vaguely eastern direction. Thanks. Sorry about how long this has taken.

 

~Daniel

 

Essentially:

[Wolfsbane]

OOC: no problem mate. I do find myself running into dying threads quite often and it kind of kills your enthusiasm for it (as does losing enough threads). I'll post in the morning.

 

-erik

[Wolfsbane]

This one smells odd, he thought as he caught the scent again. A great deal like a pup, the Wanderer's musk reminded him of a wolf too old for nipping games, yet he dismissed it.

I'm a better judge of character close up any road.

 

Wolflover had been an impressive Sage and had heightened senses even far and beyond his own. She knew what he was coming down with by his intake of breath, what he was thinking by the orientation of his hands, whether or not he enjoyed Owen's singing by the smell of his hair.

 

Sages need to understand people. I need to understand my surroundings. Which was mostly true. Erik had spent years in the wilderness, tracking, hunting, foraging and surveying and living. The ground was fertile enough for minor growth, small trees and perhaps a lovely shrubbery, he could smell the fragrance of three herbs he'd cook with tonight and the odor of a rabbit's droppings five paces to the left. The length of the grass and the line of greenery told him the water-table was high enough here he could dig a few feet down and reach drinkable water that won't give the Wanderer the Churns.

 

Lynx hung back, his gray dun wary of the smell of new dogs while watching Smoke with a cloudy eye. Smoke ignored the beast and amused himself with licking his paws, keeping one eye up to watch Erik's back.

<Go meet pup Night's Howl. Four-leg-sharp-toe stay with Smoke. Smoke watch.>

 

Erik smiled back at the wolf as he moved through the low brush and along the small trees. He moved quiet, but not so quiet the Wanderer wouldn't hear, enough to get the boy's attention.

 

It was past the third tree in his way that he got a clear view of him. Slightly dirty face, matted hair, odd clothing- golden glistening eyes that echoed an eon of history.

Erik's heart howled low and hard.

 

"Ho lad! Don't be concerned I'm a-" For the sudden circumstances, Erik was quite proud later that he managed to get that out before a rock the size of a man's fist came hurtling towards him and slammed into his chest. Erik's back met a tree trunk as he sucked cool breath back into his lungs, watching the Wanderer fluidly approach him, watching with careful eyes.

That boy moves better walking than most Rangers do with their blade...

 

As the Wanderer neared Erik's eyes widened then he couldn't contain himself any more. His mouth opened wide and a loud cascading laugh came boiling up from inside of him. Sharp canines flashed in his mouth and his yellow eyes shone in the sparse light of the trees, he could hear and feel his laughter echo around him and that only doubled his laughing.

Small tears burned his eyes as he watched the Wanderer stare at him with wondering eyes, staring at the mad Woodsman with golden eyes clutching his sides and choking to death on his giggles.

 

"Boy..." Erik got out before he had to wait for another chuckle to work its way out. The Wanderer was perhaps a two or three Winters younger than him, but Erik felt older, much older, and the lines on his face nor the age in his eyes helped him get back that youthfulness. ".. Boy.. I've never been so surprised in half of my life.. And I've woken up to a bear eating my boots and seen a Trolloc court a birch tree." More chuckles.

"Erik Nighthowl's me name, and as you can see, we may have something more in common than a taste for laughs or mulled wine." Erik grunted as he stood, his back ached more than it used to with sleeping on rocks and roots. "Now.. You may have to forgive me twice, because for one, I'm terrible at introductions so I should have half expected a rock to eat as soon as I open me mouth. And secondly, I'm not a big talker on an empty stomach so I hope you don't mind I cook and eat while I listen.

"But, I will shake a man's hand and take his name before I cook a thing."

 

Erik held out his hand, after first wiping the dirt on his breeches towards the other man. Towards the Wanderer. Towards.. the pup?

 

 

Erik Nighthowl

Tracker

Finder

Hero Extraordinaire

[Wolfsbane]

OC:

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMP

buddy cmon

[CorenYi]

Sorry, there's alot going on right now, I'll IM you about it later tonight. I really am sorry about bumping you into posting again and then leaving you hanging. I'll try to get something up in the next day or two.

[Wolfsbane]

All apologies. I was quite drunk last night but I do recall speaking with you.

Just post the few seconds before Erik shows, your own introduction to him, describe how you're fairing and feeling and then we'll get to some grub and info.

 

-erik