Monochromatic World
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Rannoch Moor

"BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE & THE FLAMES."


It had begun to rain and so the world became awash in shades of grey. It transformed into a monochromatic slate much like the pewter pelt of the wolf that moved along within it. A blind beast who knew naught what the landscape had transformed into save for memories alone. Each droplet that bathed his maw, matted his coat, trickled down his legs was a vivid recollection of the shift from sunny morns to dreary afternoons. That stormy mutation from thousands of colours to nothing but casts of silver had never felt so welcoming as it did after Rannoch lost his sight. For it was in these moments of muted existence that the rest of the world might know in the slightest his deprivation in daylight. Nothing else could bring such unburdened beasts as close to the brink of blindness besides the blackness of a moon shy night.

With the weather as an ally, a friend, a brother, Rannoch moved purposefully towards the south. Although he could not see his journey he could interpret it to ensure that he was headed in the correct direction. The world spoke to him as it did with all the flora and fauna that inhabited her vast mantle. Yet the fire blind prophet was perhaps more in tune with her than most. Upon his atonement, through the sacrifice of his perfectly working emerald orbs, he had gained so much more. It was in his other senses that he had prospered and it was in them that he trusted.

South was where the warm winds blew up to rustle his wet pelt. South was where the songs of the birds in flight travelled high above. South was where the water ran from their northerly mountain origins. South was where the waves tugged more gently at the shifting shore lines. South was where the scent of life sprang forth like a string towing him along to richer territories. A place where the air was always warm as well as moist, a place where the forest was always green, and a place where food as well as fresh water was plentiful. A place where he could easily survive the cruelty of winter. If Rannoch had been so assuming that the deciduous forests in which he roamed were Eden than the south would be like heaven on earth.

It was an idealistic image that he had formulated within in his mind however it was more than that too. The fire blind prophet believed it to be true. It was not just heightened physical senses that had been gifted Rannoch in his atonement but so too a wisdom of sorts that extended past the earthly and into the ethereal. Although a mortal beast he had celestial knowledge which helped to guide him in his journeys. However these were no adolescent adventures thus the gifts would not be wasted on frivolous frolicking. No, he had a mission to find the messiah in these strange new lands. It was untold if that wolf existed in the south for that was not how his new-found vision worked, but he walked there regardless. He trekked there to survive so that he may look another season for the one promised to them.

Rannoch moved, sinuous and steady through the coast line which had bore him here much as his mother’s loins had bore him into this world initially. A second coming upon this beach although no longer crumbling upon fine grained dunes. Instead marching upon uneven rocks with more precision than one might expect of a blind beast. Yet the water gave away their whereabouts. The pinging of the rain upon their smooth surfaces, the rushing of the waves as they seethed betwixt them, and the variant temperatures of each exposed so differently to the elements. It was almost easy when all else had fallen silent in the storm. The world in vigil as a pewter wolf moved seamlessly through a thick grey landscape where the rain could be called a blessing and his belief kept him going.




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Hakon had been on the beach when the rain began to fall, and he had thought for a long while that perhaps he should take shelter and move away from the shoreline. It would be the smart thing to do. But he did not feel like moving from the spot where he had taken root, because the cold water washed over his paws occassionally and now the cold water dropped from the air above and he felt that maybe this was what he hadn't known he needed: to be wiped clean. Embryn would rejoice in knowing that he might be taking a willing bath for once, but he viewed it differently. The yellow stripes had remained stubbornly along his body, and he thought that they might indeed be permanent and would never go away. He had seen wolves with red on their faces and wolves with two tails and feathers -- he had seen more than he could've ever imagined, and he still did not know why. None of them did.

Should he care so much? It was only confirming what he had grown to believe over the last year: this world was imperfect and cruel and it did what it wanted with no remorse, no hesitation. It took what was good and it gave what was bad. It had taken Eira from him and cursed him to a life alone; it had put this yellow on his skin and forced him to consider that there were secrets about the world he didn't know; it had given reindeer wings and had challenged his sanity. He still felt a little insane, but the rain felt better. It bathed his face and soon he was soaked, and he felt himself shivering slightly as the ocean breeze ruffled his fur, but still he did not move. It was almost cathartic. He wasn't sure why.

But the wind did not hide the movements of another nearby, and he heard the sand rustling and smelled the scent of another wolf coming towards him along the coast. Hakon thought of moving, but he would already be seen, surely, by the stranger, who was moving steadily straight towards him. Hakon noticed large scars on the male's face as he grew nearer. "Hey," Hakon warned as the stranger continued to walk in a beeline towards him. Didn't he see Hakon sitting there?


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Rannoch Moor

"BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE & THE FLAMES."


The storm was all consuming. The deluge overwhelming in its ability to incapacitate the pewter beast who moved just as fluidly within it. For despite his forward momentum it had rendered him handicapped or rather further so. As the grey curtain that it provided, shaded the world with, went unseen by those forward searching orbs of jade. They saw nothing and thus were not blinded by the opaquest downpour. Yet the constant stream doused the terrain as well as the rich scents it so graciously offered. The lands now no more than a selfish miser cursing the currents. Further still the rains muffled the atmosphere usually so alive with sound. It flooded any holes it found whether in the soil or in his skull so that Rannoch was forced to travel with audits swiveled downward for protection.

What had once aided in his sure foot falls was now deterred. Slick surfaces, bathed in water from above and washed in seas from below now left him clumsy in his movements. Rannoch’s pace was slow, his stride shortened, and the playing field of fate was once more evened. That momentary existence of an infantile monochromatic world where all beasts were created equal would shatter. Its fragility unable to withstand the harsh cruel realities of this storm tempered mortal place. As if a sheet of ice coating the surface of a stilled lake, it would start to blister, crack, and splinter. It would slowly come undone until an eruption of thin translucent shards burst forth from the pressure. A twinkling dangerous monsoon of its own design would last but mere moments before dissolving back from whence it had been borne.

He was not like the others and they not quite like him. Rannoch Moor was the fire blind prophet and he would weather with the storm. Here where the sea kissed the shores; here where fantasies crumbled and reality rose to replace it; here where world’s collided beneath the cloak of rain and between the shards of falling ice; here he would prevail. Not just another saturated slate but a beast of burden whose purpose pushed him continually forward, motivated him to move south, and thus gave him the strength the survive. For any time that he felt as if he could not than a voice would call out. This time it was in simple greeting but it held the word in warning too. An almost imperceivably wariness that would do its job in pausing him in his tracks before his rich Irish cadence would reply.

“Beg m’pardon mate. I weren’t be sensin’ ya proper in tha storm.”


It felt as if all he did since coming to these strange lands was ask for help or offer an apology for crossing another’s path if not downright trodden upon them. If it had not been for his good faith than surely he would have been long dead. Yet the savior needed Rannoch as much as the world was in need of them so for now he felt safe. It emboldened an ectomorph waif such as himself to take a few tentative steps closer to the stranger in an attempt to know him as intimately as he only ever would, through scent. The rains would not relent however as they left him now both blind and barren in any other sense.

“I woulda thought I’d be the only fool out. Don’t hava choice really as I’m flyin’ south fer tha winter.”


The water hammered on their spines from above while the ocean raked at their paws from below. It was a merciless onslaught that begged to question, what were they each doing out there instead of seeking refuge? Rannoch hoped that his proffered explanation would quell such a curiosity in his new companion as well as perhaps soften the insinuated moniker of fool, a title in which he readily admitted to owning too. Truth be told his religion could not grant him his eyes nor steal those of the other. His beliefs could not stop the deluge nor prevent the stranger from attacking if he so chose. His faith could simply not keep him alive, all it could do was bring him solace before an inevitable end.




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Hakon - OOC: Thank you so much! I adore your writing as well and I am so happy that we are able to do so together again. <3
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The male shuffled nearer, and Hakon had a fleeting feeling that maybe the other was someone from his past, someone he should know -- or maybe this wolf was simply blind, unable to see him truly. There were a multitude of reasons, but all of them were answered as the male drew closer and Hakon's gray gaze caught a true glimpse of his face. Scars were drawn jaggedly and painfully across his fur, and upon closer inspection the eyes were clearly sightless. “Beg m’pardon mate. I weren’t be sensin’ ya proper in tha storm.” The voice was kind and polite, acknowledging the weaknesses Hakon had not understood until now. He felt a pang of discomfort; he wouldn't have so callously spoken a warning if he had known the man couldn't see the path in front of him.

"It's alright," he said, his grumbling voice a little softer than usual. The rain whipped across their faces and the sound of the sea had faded neatly into background noise in Hakon's mind. “I woulda thought I’d be the only fool out. Don’t hava choice really as I’m flyin’ south fer tha winter.” Hakon chuckled a little, though a smile did not reach his lips. Yes, perhaps he was a bit of a fool to be out now, but he felt like the rains were almost symbolic. The feeling of cold water sliding down his skin was almost...purifying. How could he describe it? He did not have the words.

"No, not the only fool," he agreed. "South, you said?" He tried to remember if he had been south before, but his mind was becoming so filled with the different lands here that it was hard for him to distinguish one place over another. Hakon was still feeling a little sorry for the way he'd spoken earlier; uncharacteristically, he shifted over a little in the sand. "I s'pose if you're looking for a place to sit for a moment, this is as good as any," he offered to the nameless male.


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