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NORTHOFNOWHERE


[AW] foster the innocence
#1


He wasn't used to this level of cold; the harshness of the winter in this place drove itself to his bones, and while his fur did much in terms of locking out the chilly wind and any moisture from snowmelt on his back, Faunn found it best to keep moving to bring himself the most comfort. The smell of the salt-sea had lingered in his nostrils for the last few days of his travels, acting as a beacon to what he hoped would be his final place of rest for the months to come. 'Elsynia,' said the stranger he'd met six days ago, 'you'll find your herbs in Elsynia.' How wrong he'd been: nothing could grow in temperatures like these, but it didn't ruffle Faunn's feathers overmuch. It left him with the excuse to put down roots and wait out the winter for when Spring would surely come, melting the snow and revealing a garden of herbal delights to which he might learn and add to his tinctures.

A particularly fat flake of snow smacked him between the eyes, sticking. Faunn wrinkled his brow but didn't expend the energy wiping it off, for he was close to the beach now and was eager to find a windbreak against the falling snow. The descent to the sand itself was slippery, though he took his time and found safe passage. With the cliffside behind him he now had a sufficient shelter from the worst of the weather, allowing him his first respite since his arrival here. As luck would have it, a large boulder cupped the side of the cliff and made a shallow grotto, to which he immediately placed his back to it. Surrounded by three sides now of rock, Faunn sank to his haunches to recline and relax, but not before shaking himself rather violently to rid himself of any fresh snowfall.

It was beautiful, even in winter. He'd truly missed the sea, having not seen it since a teenager.

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#2
fayreisciira
Fayre concluded there was nothing she hated more than this winter. Born in the forest where the sun shone upon every corner, the temperatures were colder than anything she had ever experienced. Strangely enough, it wasn't the icy cold that made her frown deepen. Rather, it was the fact that the season had stolen away all her prey. Where she lived, the forest provided anything the pack needed. An empty stomach begets a temper, and though her disposition often let herself be seen as a mean character, being hot-tempered was not who she was.

But the weather had made her become what most others had perceived her to be, and Fayre hated it. It would take weeks before she could get used to it.

Snow gradually gave way to black sand, and she began to walk down the beach, careful where she laid her paws. The crash of waves filled her ears, and the tangy air of brine dominated her nostrils. Cold winds ruffled her thick coat of white and tan; the winter sun illuminated her lavender eyes as they took in everything before her. She yearned to seek shelter, for it had started to snow again. Fayre was immediately drawn to large slabs of rocks — a perfect place for respite, but saw that it was already occupied by another. He was an older wolf with a brighter coat than she, of ivory and red.

The yearling made no move to slow, however, and simply walked in with a smirk, then said, "You won't mind me sharing, will you?" But she fully well knew it would have been more polite if she'd actually asked before stepping in, and she probably would have done so with a little more tact — possibly — were it not for how the winter had affected her mood. "It would be terribly insensitive of you if you do."
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@faunn I apologise for her bad mouth! :'D
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#3


Every now and again, a too-salty waft of sea mist would find his face within the shallow stone grotto, coating itself across whatever parts of him it could reach. Chilly though he was, Faunn didn't mind; his temporary shelter more than lifted his spirits and offered a break from the continuous cold and snow, so much so that he could at last survey the scenery and enjoy it for what it was. Rough black sand glistened beneath seawater and snow alike, with the crashing sound of waves filling his ears in a continuous chorus. The chorus was only interrupted when a body soon blocked his view, taking up residence in the small cave-like structure without so much as a second's hesitance. Were he any other wolf he might have been annoyed, even taking it as a sign of aggression, but Faunn was a patient man and an even more giving fellow. Without a word he simply picked up his rump and slid several inches over, allowing her enough room to squeeze in with him so that they were both out of the driving snow.

"By all means," he replied then, in complete sincerity. Offering the young woman a soft smile, his tail thumped thrice against the cold stone floor in wordless wolfish greeting. "The more bodies in here, the better the warmth will be."

The waves crashed again, filling whatever silence rested between them and echoing throughout the tiny grotto. Already he was beginning to feel a difference in the temperature, the combination of their body warmth hiking it a degree or two which was altogether pleasant, at least in his mind. Faunn watched her out the side of his carmine gaze thoughtfully: her fur was a similar shade of ivory as to his own, though he couldn't quite tell the strength of its hue beneath the layer of snow that likely coated her. "I'm surprised to see anyone else out in this mess, so I'm glad for the company."

@fayre

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#4
fayreisciira
Fayre was surprised to receive no sort of aggression, and took a moment to understand what was happening when the stranger sat a little away from her. At first, it felt as if he had done it out of disgust, but the words that came out of his mouth next put that suggestion out of her mind. And it was true. The grotto was warmer than it should have been, but what could she know? Fayre had only just arrived, and had never taken up the space alone without another companion before. Only he knew the difference, and if he said so, it was so. She was only glad that this space was enough to keep winter out; to keep herself away from the current weather condition.

The yearling began to feel her frustration melt away, but she continued to stare at the stranger with a frown, as if trying to figure him out. To think that someone was actually glad for her company. It was unbelievable, and yet he had uttered it.

She turned to look out the grotto, then said, "My exact thought: I'd never think to see someone else out in this dreadful weather." She was sure to leave out the part on how glad she was of his company as well, for it would be too embarrassing to admit.

At last, she scoffed. "Who knows how long the snow will last? It feels as if it has gone on forever." But for now she focused on the stranger sitting beside her, and the loud crash of waves not too far away.
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@faunn
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#5


He is thinly aware of the fact that she continues to study him, likely at length. This was a common reaction to his demeanor, particularly in times like these of high stress and self-preservation: his sense of calm and acceptance towards much often drew at the least suspicion, at most outright indignation. But, in the end, they almost always found their way to acceptance once they came to realize that being nice, generous and friendly was in the very marrow of his bones rather than a facade constructed to advance him socially. Were genuinely nice men and women so hard to come by these days? Apparently so, but it did little to rile him. Faunn liked to think that he was a beacon of light in harder times, spreading his warmth.

"It's a harsh one for certain," he replies thoughtfully, squinting his carmine gaze out towards the waves in the near-distance. He furrows his brow with contemplation. "The harshest winter I've known for several years, in fact." And he's just arrived, to boot. Perhaps it was Gaia's way of trying to shy him away from Elsynia, to steer him outward to other places? Faunn often went to great lengths to listen to the Earth and her messages, half-believing her to be a goddess while the other simply resigned it to a fate built from tree and dirt... but that didn't steer him one way or the other yet, regarding this place. "Spring will come." It's a declaration, a fervent one at that.

Nodding strongly for emphasis, Faunn relaxes into his hips and cants his body at an angle - a wolfish form of reclining into tranquility. His gaze moves from the waves to the younger woman's face, friendly. "I'm Faunn, by the by. Arrived within the week."

@fayre

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#6
fayreisciira
The harshest winter. Assuming that the stranger had experienced many other winters before, this thought did not sit well with Fayre. To think that her first experience with this season was at its worst. She couldn't help but scoff at this ridiculous notion, but knew well that if she survived this, she was capable of surviving everything else that nature would like to throw her way. But then another thought entered her mind, and she wondered if she should travel elsewhere. Perhaps somewhere nearer to her birthplace, where it was warmer and no such drastic changes in seasons took place? Fayre gazed out into the open beach, at the snow that encrusted nearly every inch. Maybe it was because of this wolf's calming presence, and that her mood had softened upon their meeting, that she realised once more how beautiful change was. Just like that, Fayre decided against leaving Elsynia altogether. And as he said, spring will come. Everything was temporary, and she only needed to get through this. Fayre could do it.

When she felt the gaze of his on her, she turned to look at him as well. She contemplated whether or not to introduce herself, for he hadn't asked. She decided not to, too shy to take initiative. Her demeanor betrayed none of those emotions, however, and only went on nonchalantly, "I've only arrived not too long ago myself." Fayre let the waves take over for a beat. "Why have you come here?" she asked curiously.
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@faunn
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