WHICH DRAGON? SMAUG. AH, I SEE. [ PRIVATE, NYMERIA ]

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    [ ic.][font=color] life in a clan, it was simply ludicrous and unheard of but it was so, and it worked in it's odd little way. where prey and predator co-existed equally unless propelled forward by rank, it was different. having been the ex-king of his own royal herd it was different being one of the many yet the backbone of it all. a nice feeling, a bit of guilt lay heavily in his heart - guilt that he had let his herd die and he had not been with them to die with them. a sad short-coming, but even if he had been with his herd at the time of death he could not help anything and his death wouldn't solve anything. so, instead of going insane on the lonely mountains with the sigh's of my dead people and their kin, it was time to move on and with the knowledge and genes that The Elven Elk, did indeed exist.


    Thanduil, a link to the past and the present.


    Still, a sigh never passed his lips or words of self-pity, those were for the weak - his love had drained when all he loved had passed; a fitting end. the majestic elk now used his front hoof to dig in the snow, for the greens beneath so his belly would eventually be full to what lack of nutrition the cold mountain gave.


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    A gaunt muzzle broke through the shadows, puffing out clouds of water vapour before it. Two paws, thick and heavy, followed suit only to bring a body grizzled with earth, night and ash with it. The wolfess was also splattered with white though it had reached the level where it was hard to distinguish whether it belonged to snow or her genuine fur. She did not mind it, however. She was a child of winter and that snow would merge to become a part of her was considered an honour beyond any other. But it wouldn't remain as so for long; her fur was thick and insulating thus, the heat of her body would grow and eventually seep out to melt the drops of snow resting on the fibres of her fur.


    Her past two hunts had been fruitless and had left her in a foul mood filled with rotten curses and dark scowls. Though the mood had not remained tainted on the she-wolf's muzzle for long as it took but a couple of minutes to remember the fat hare she had caught just the day prior.


    It was whilst her muzzle swung around to search for the pile she had left the hare on that she spotted another creature attempting to get their meagre fill of food the winter offered. Though, being a Stark, Nymeria knew of winter's mercilessness. Their very words had been, still were, winter is coming. Padding over to the elk, she recalled the name that had so impressed not just her but everyone else that had been present. "Thranduil." Others often thought of her own name as exotic though it was positively ordinary compared to this. She would not admit as much, however, but the thought was there.


    Smiling briefly in greeting to the ungulate, Nymeria sat down a couple of metres away as she watched him scrape at the snow. "You may have been able to find a better quality of greenery south down the mountain. The snow isn't as harsh there as it is in camp." She advised though she she had a grimace of distaste plain on her muzzle. How he could eat such vile food was beyond her; meat was the only thing she knew.


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    [ ic.][font=color] as his hooves unearthed more snow, the elk finally saw his effort bringing about something - as in food. sadly, the grass was yellowed and almost non-existent and he withheld a sigh from being pushed passed his lips. up north, he had a large chance at finding the delicious greenery but here, it was much colder and harsher for the grass. shaking off his hoof which was coated in snow, the majestic beast shook off the snow that had fallen during his search of nutrients. it was only when he did that did he notice the female lupus he had met at his joining, she had never given him her name so he was at a loss when his lips aimed to form her name but of course coming up empty.
    it was an odd feeling being around predator's who were carnivore, so different from how he had been raised as his eyes focused in on the smaller animal.


    meat? what flavor lulled their senses to want more, it was unusual and he did not have the need nor want to taste such bland things. some curiosities are best left to be simple thoughts, thranduil watched as his name formed on her lips and leave them. no one had spoke his name much in the moon he had left his own, it was again odd but in a sense it made him feel, content. as a crow sounded overhead, his eyes rose with a flutter of blond eyelashes. the crow circled with a loud caw and flew away almost gracefully, for once the desire to do the same swept over him like warmth from the warm moons. as the lupine spoke once more, his attention focused on her and he stepped forward with an almost graceful stride.

    better greenery south of the mountain?


    yes, perhaps asking was a better feat than figuring it out for himself, '' well, thank you she-wolf. I don't think I've caught your name '', his voice was rich and deep as his honey glazed irises pinpointed her and focused in with a level of simple curiosity.
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    His eyes seemed to be one of many peculiar yet strangely humbling things about the ungulate as he stood there in apparent hesitancy. Hesitancy in what, she would not know for she had no powers and was gladly without the insufferable things. Though, to behold the elk now was, reluctantly admittedly, a slightly unnerving experience. She felt so young in his presence, like the big male bull held such vast quantities of knowledge that she had only just begun to grasp at. And even then she was only just grasping at straws, not all of them long and sturdy. Though she was learning, that much she knew and would content herself with.


    Finally the male spoke, after what seemed a lifetime and a couple of centuries iced on top. The she-wolf couldn't help but snort in amusement as it seemed she finally uncovered the reason for his curiosity. "No, that you have not. You are most welcomed and my name is Nymeria Stark of the North though Nymeria is much shorter and agreeable." A dip of her head accompanied her introduction as she knew her sister, Sansa, would bid her do and delightedly yip at her having done so. She wondered whether her sister was dead. It would certainly be a shame if she was; there was too few a Stark left, it seemed, and Sansa had been dear when not nagging Nymeria on her manners and etiquette.


    After a moment's thought, the timber wolf turned her muscled form with a seemingly great amount of effort so that it angled south. Turning her head so that her eyes were able to look past her shoulder, the canine beckoned to the elk with a flick of her ear before turning her muzzle back around and nodding forwards. "Would you like an escort down? It may prove much faster with help though I'm afraid it would be useless asking me which shrubs are the tastier."


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