wilds

@kim youngkyun the crepuscular sky and setting sun casted a red sepia filter over the world. surrounded by verdurous canopy, his footfalls softened to due the carpet of budding moss and ferns.

the arboreal air inflated his lungs, as he prodded deeper inside the woods, in his wolf form. working like a dog, tirelessly each day, often made him forget that he was, in actuality, a wolf. often.

frequently, dongmin and his father would come to the forest for a 'hunt'. the old man narrated his stories of the 'good olden days', much to his son's amusement because he vividly recalled his late grandfather's contradictory story-telling, often commenting that his father was such a 'lousy brat with zero hunting skills.'

present time, the mist of ruminations dispersed at the realisation that dongmin had no luck finding a prey, either.

his thick black and russet pelage tousled with the zephyr upon increasing his pace, triangulated ears twitching with excitement when he heard some sounds behind the tall overgrown bushes, the large movements giving an indication of a sizeable animal. perhaps, a deer?

'holy mother—'

dongmin froze out of terror, staring up at the black bear that appeared twice as enormous stood on his hind limbs, scratching paws over the bark of a tree.

stereotypical scenes were overused and dongmin would often scoff during the movie scenes when a character would fail to sneak away from a predator's grasp by a misstep, a crisp crunch of dried twig conveniently fallen beneath their feet.

'well...guess those movies weren't far-fetched.'

dongmin thought helplessly as the bear snapped it's head at his direction, before assuming it's natural four-legged stance and he wasted no moment bolting away.

he knew not of whose territories he was tresspassing, the safety of his life took presidency over anything else.

certainly, he would find the owner and if hadn't been on a run, he would have formally apologised. however, dongmin could utter nothing but loud barks to warn the latter of the impending danger just charging at their direction.

@lee dongmin Youngkyun watched the clouds of thick purple taper off into ribbons of pale green as the last brilliant orange rays of sunshine wrapped themselves around sheets of winding crimson, all dripping from a soft indigo canvas. The gentle breeze blew, kissing at his fur with its soft woodsy scent, and his eyes fluttered shut briefly; lost in the tranquility and the beauty of the moment. A high whine brought him out of his reverie and he blinked his eyes open to be met with the small form of Blaze- the little fox stretched out in front of Youngkyun, ears back and belly up, begging for food.

It was the start of the spring season, and that meant that there were more wolves in the forest than what they were normally used to. Youngkyun didn't know what it was about this time of the year, but each spring season, it never failed, there would be an influx of traffic into the forest. Some would stay longer than others, some would make more of a mess than others, while most came and went like the spring showers. Here one day and gone the next. Youngkyun didn't like crossing paths with strangers, so he tended to wait until all of the movements on the trails in the forest stemmed off for the night to go hunting, but his little fox kit was always too impatient. Already having done away with the squirrels that the wolf had brought him earlier in the morning, the small canine was hungry. So Youngkyun stood from where he had been resting amongst the leaf litter, shaking his obsidian and silvery coat free from the sticks and dirt before he was starting off into the trees. Perhaps he could find a few hares before the last of the daylight abandoned him.

@kim jennie ˡᵘⁿᵃ ⋆ Youngwoo wasn't doing himself any favors by having anything in his mouth. A recovering smoker, the beta male chewed incessantly on a er paper stick while the nostrils flared from him trying to catch his breath. A built body only meant so much if your heart and lungs were not healthy. He pauses to collect himself, broad chest heaving, while looking around the dense wooded area and listening to the occasional birds chirping up in the tree tops. It had been too long since he'd bothered trying to take a hike, but it had to be better than doom scrolling. Youngwoo had gone through all of his books too, and he wasn't the type of guy to be on his phone all that much to begin with.

From his own bated breath, the gentle humming from another presence did not reach his dull, city adjusted hearing. However, his own struggles were heard quite easily;"Ah.. .." The large frame keels over, palms braced on his knees before reaching up to take his cap off so it would not fall to the forest floor. Perhaps this whole idea to find some sort of inner peace or clear his mind was a bad idea, having misunderstood strength to equal endurance. Youngwoo was never much of a cardio man, and here, it showed.

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@sana minatozaki ✹ It had been half a day since Youngkyun had arrived back to his den, and in all of those hours, he spent it alone. He had long since buried his freshly killed beaver into the cool dirt that was off behind his den for protection from the sunlight and scavengers but he had started to grow worried when the hours ticked by and there was no sign of Blaze. Usually the little kit would have come scampering home the moment Youngkyun called— a long howl to announce his arrival if the fox wasn’t already there when he had arrived, but instead, his den remained empty while his chest filled up with worry.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Younhkyun set out to search. Letting out soft calls every few kilometers to beckon his wayward pup home.

Off in the distance though, towards the edges of their territory, Blaze barked and whined. Caught in a snare that had dug painfully into his tail as he had been chasing after a squirrel. The small animal curled up instinctively in attempt to protect himself from the white hot pain of the metal teeth of the trap. Soft whines leaving him every few moments.

@lee kikwang ᵖʳⁱᵐᵉ Today was full of errands. Not that there was complaining from the gatherer (it’s in the title). The afternoon had rolled around as Jennie made her way back into the wilds to a specific location, to which she had to be in her wolf form to better sniff out the directions. She held a decent sized bag in of clothes as her autum fur bounced with each step of her four-legged walk through the trees and brush.

Eventually she smelled the fire, which made it easy to keep her head up and trot the rest of the way to the blacksmith’s. When she reached the open from door, she moved to the side, putting down her bag as she closed her eyes and called herself to shift. The sound of rearranging bone could be heard clearly as the omega grunted. The pain was always there, but there was no use in complaining when she’d delt with it for so many years.

She then slowly stood from her crouch, slim body fully able for anyway to see (but so deep in the wilds, it was unlikely for any to get a glimpse, let alone care). Though she was a petite, grown woman… she’d grown up not minding those things.

She slipped on a black crop top and black leggings, scooping up her bag and walking into the establishment barefoot. She looked up at the materials hanging from the ceiling and wall, able to admire the various works the blacksmith did, as she awaited for him to come to the front of the shop where she was. She was sure that he could smell and sense her presence. She waited patiently.

@kim youngwoo ✹ It was mid morning in the lush woods. Jennie could remember when she ran around in these woods with her friends as a young child- almost like a field trip to see who would shift and who wasn’t ready… survival of the fittest. Now she wore black leggings and a grey crop top with a black sports bra underneath, gathering herbs for Yvette , and kind elder beta woman, who was a herbalist and was having a hard time getting around. It was no problem to Jennie, as it was her job to gather whatever her people needed.
The sun beamed through the branches and vines of the wilds, occasionally illuminating her features as she walked, long brown hair cascading on her back in waves. She gently hummed under her breathe from a new record she’d gotten. Johnny Cash? She couldn’t quite remember as she was too excited by the album cover.
She paused her humming though when she heard a crack of underbrush nearby. Her eyes snapped up as she held her basket and laser focused on the direction of the noise. This was deep woodlands…who else was around out here?

@kim jennie ˡᵘⁿᵃ ⋆ Youngwoo had made his trip about mid morning, by the time he hit the trails, he glances to his watch. "A little after ten.. alright." It wasn't because he was out of shape, but just the emotional burden that hung heavy over the shoulders.. well.. that and his hiking backpack. With sunglasses on, and tattooed arms glistening from sunscreen application, his frame is an odd sight among the greenery while feet carry him along the trails. He's occasionally sighing, though at no point, appears winded.