This was the most foolish decision that Atlas Argent had made in his almost two years of life. His heart twitched like a nervous rabbit in his chest as he approached the boundary of Arberdeen. Once he crossed that line, he knew there was no turning back. He had always done the right thing, followed the rules and obeyed his elders. It had done nothing to keep his family together and he would never see them again if didn’t take this risk. They couldn’t come back and he couldn’t leave Lenora behind to be with them. Just a few minutes to see if they were okay then he would go back. It wouldn’t hurt anything, right? Slowly he reached over and touched the forbidden land of Arberdeen with his fore paws and he felt like a red hot alarm was pulsing through his body, screaming at him to go back. He pushed onwards, shaggy fur fluffed out against the winter coastal winds, as he attempted to sneak further into Saora. Obvious footprints in the snow from the border left a trail leading right to him and he, having never had to cover for himself before, was oblivious to this grave mistake that he had made. |
Unaware of the red eyed hunter stalking his every move, Atlas was already thinking of what he would say to his mother when they met again. He worried about her more than his father. It had always been that way ever since he was small. It wasn't that he loved her more than his father, but that she understood him better. Her kind influence had shaped him into the gentle boy that he was and coming from a family of warriors he sometimes feared that there was something wrong with him because of his unwillingness to fight. Even his mother had served in the army for a king of a land that she had not been born into. Atlas could not. He had been told that Jacobites were traitors and that the Royalists were just, but he couldn't draw a line between them so easily. He wanted to learn more about them before he decided. He felt comforted by the sound of his own footsteps, hearing only the crunch of the snow that his own steps made. No one had discovered him yet. That foolish thought lingered for half a second before his muzzle was shoved into the icy ground and his legs were flattened beneath him. Laid on his belly with a great weight on his back, he couldn't see what or who was pinning him down. When he tried to turn his head to look he felt teeth pulling at his scruff so he grew still. The wolf felt much larger and heavier than the average sized, more fluff than muscle student. He wasn't like Lenora and Riften. They would have fought back and maybe that meant he was a coward, but he couldn't bring himself to hurt someone, even if they were dangerous. |
Being at the mercy of someone so much larger and stronger than him was terrifying. The closest he had come to being smothered like this were Lenora’s hugs, but there was no warmth in this embrace. Already he was regretting his rash decision to cross the border alone and without some sort of insurance for his safety. No one knew he was coming here so if the highlander did harm him no one would come to his rescue. The realisation buzzed through him like restless bees and he tried to ignore it. He needed to remain calm so that he didn't make the highlander any more suspicious of him. The points of the claws that dug into his back left marks on his pale skin beneath the soft covering of fluff and the teeth that grasped his scruff tightened like a vice. He stiffened, waiting to see if his words had reached the stranger or if they had sealed his fate. The pinching pressure was loosened from his nape and he let his head sink to the ground in relief. ”Speak,” came the demand and teeth seized his ear, nipping at the delicate skin. He winced before answering. He couldn't see who he was talking to either without hurting his ear so it made him feel even more uncertain because he couldn’t see his face. |
ooc: lazy pixel is lazy. atlas is talking in gaelic so raith can understand better. He could feel various bruises and scratches maring previously unblemished skin, but considered himself lucky because the stranger was actually willing to hear him out. It gave Atlas hope that he might be able to find some common ground with the highlander and convince him that he wasn't a bad person. It didn't stop his body from trembling with fear however. Atlas was not brave like Lenora or Riften. He didn't do reckless or adventurous things like this and he certainly wasn't prepared for danger. “Why believe anything you say? Prove it,” The highlander pushed him to prove that his parents existed and he felt his hope beginning to flounder. He didn't have any physical evidence of their existence on his person and he was wary of exposing his parents to danger by leading a dangerous stranger to their doorstep. |
also assume everything is gaelic dialog for raith too in shared laziness lol ooc: all speech is in gaelic still. Though fear warned him not to surrender himself to the jaws of another predator. Atlas did not tuck his tail and plead for his life. He maintained a measure of control over his panic and kept a level head. The outcome of this standoff was going to be determined by the effectiveness of his communication. Gaelic was his secondary language, but his father had wanted his children to inherit a piece of the lowlands. He could speak it almost as comfortably as the common tongue and it was his first time conversing in it with a native speaker. With nervous anticipation he looked into the red eyes that were his judge and jury, evaluating his innocence and measuring his sin. White ears lowered hesitantly and his rosy tongue swiped over his lips. One fluffy cheek was sodden, pressed into the snow dappled earth, giving his round face a misshapen appearance. The cold nipped at his skin with its biting icy fangs and soaked his underbelly that was flat against the frost. In contrast to his freezing belly the heat of the larger wolf’s standing over him radiated an aura of warmth and heat pulsed from the paws pushing him down. “I will accompany you…Atlas,” Words that would have been welcome if not for the growl that was deep enough to rumble through his ears. Motion from above made him stiffen with anticipation, muscles aching to be released from the extra weight pressing downwards. Hot breath against his nape blew the fine hairs at the base of his neck as teeth seized his shaggy mane of white and lifted him. Fiery paws dangled in limp confusion and a soft |