>~* A Howl At Midnight>~* A FORGOTTEN DOGS ROLEPLAY!

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HoodedHuntress said:
(Sarah, ignore last post and reply to this. We can say Jasper had already been trekking for a while and Opal's already eaten and is just awake during the night slash dusk) Opal laid down on the bank of the stream sadly. She imagined her pack, full of smaller and quicker coyotes like her, roaming somewhere across the desert. How she wanted to find them. But she realized she would never find them alone, and that she would never have a mate or a friend of her species. And while Flint was a good friend, the only coyote who had won her heart and still held it was Jasper. Why did she leave...well it was to search for her species. But that didn't happen, and now she was empty handed, away from her real packmates and Jasper, in the remote wilderness. And she knew she would survive fine, but she knew she would probably never have a mate that would suit her, and she didn't want to change her standards because of desperation. And that's when she smelled a different scent in the air, as soon as her first tear had formed in her eye. It was a coyote, she had smelled, as soon as the first tear had appeared. She looked up in anguish at the thought of some Rip Pack male tracking her down or even trying to kill her.
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(Nice post! And, actually, I didn't even see the first one, so... :p)
~Jasper nimbly darted through the sparse clumps of marsh grass, his mind wandering miles away back to the only home he knew. Tonight's the Star Howl- utter unity- and I couldn't be farther away. He gritted his teeth in determination, and herded the fretting thoughts away. He'd be trekking in the supposed direction after Opal for at least four days, and he'd never felt so lost in his life. A whisp of her delicate scent teasing his nose, a tuft of fur caught on a bramble were the only vague clues that showed him that Opal even had a possibility of still being alive. Of all times a scent had to be lost, hers had been so jumbled with the rapidly-changing terrains and there was no direct scent trail at all.
Despair enveloping him, Jasper slid back onto his haunches and let loose a howl of utter misery that rose into the midnight sky; he could've sworn that the starlight sky blackened at his anguished cry.~
 
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HeavensHens88 said:
(Nice post! And, actually, I didn't even see the first one, so... :p)
~Jasper nimbly darted through the sparse clumps of marsh grass, his mind wandering miles away back to the only home he knew. Tonight's the Star Howl- utter unity- and I couldn't be farther away. He gritted his teeth in determination, and herded the fretting thoughts away. He'd be trekking in the supposed direction after Opal for at least four days, and he'd never felt so lost in his life. A whisp of her delicate scent teasing his nose, a tuft of fur caught on a bramble were the only vague clues that showed him that Opal even had a possibility of still being alive. Of all times a scent had to be lost, here's had been so jumbled with the rapidly-changing terrains and there was no direct scent trail at all.
Despair enveloping him, Jasper slid back onto his haunches and let loose a howl of utter misery that rose into the midnight sky; he could've sweared that the starlight sky blackened at his anguished cry.~
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Opal heard the howl, her ears perked up and alert. Tears now streaming from her eyes, she ran towards the sound of despair, of anguish, of want. She knew who had sounded that howl, and what he wanted. And she wanted what he did. Opal sprinted faster than she had ever done before, through the brush. Her head looked feverishly around, his scent blaring as she got closer. And that's when he saw him. Her eyes lit up in the dark, gleaming with tears within them. She trotted slowly towards him, truly wanting to jump on him in joy.
 

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