Notice: This story is an ongoing role-play I have with a friend of mine. Characters copyrighted to their respective owners (MoonSilver to Champagne, 2008. Dominic to Dante, year unknown.)
Also, my thanks to CatSleek for her editing of the writing.
MoonSilver loped through the woods, her pace an easy one as she was not expecting anything to happen. She couldn't understand why her family insisted on having her check the woods. No one ever came through them to see her family. In fact, her family was practically outcasts after everything they had done to save the people and prevent the throne from changing hands. Little did she know that her family had actually fought on the side of those trying to steal the throne, but it had happened before her birth. So for now, she was stuck out here in the woods, making sure no one came through them.
Stopping suddenly, she lifted her muzzle, a faint hint of a scent hanging in the air. She found the direction the strongest concentration of the scent came from, and headed that way, picking her way through the woods carefully, not making any sounds as she neared an area that was rocky, a cave set back into the side of the hills. She used to play in this cave when she was younger, but that was before it got dangerous for her to be out alone as a pup. Now that she was older, and well trained in the use of the weapons she carried, she was able to run this route daily. Nothing had been at the cave the day before, and her hackles went up. Knowing there wasn't much room in the cave, she pulled both of her daggers out and held them ready as she entered the cave.
Dominic was...well, not exactly a loner, but he just wasn't often comfortable around others in large numbers. He avoided cities, only ever stopped off in smaller communities and traded with few. He was something of an outcast himself. Not because he practiced magic which was common enough but because he was a sorcerer, a natural wizard from birth. As far back as he remembered he could draw in the elements to his call or move things with his mind. He was in touch with the universe from the day of his birth and it left its mark on him. People were naturally uncomfortable around him, they couldn't help it. Once a court mage had picked up on what he was and sought him out, he ended up being run out of the city as an aberration. In a sense he was, he was, after all, a magical abnormality, a one-in-a-generation freak of magical chance. That didn't mean he didn't think or feel like everyone else but, like other magical abnormalities, it made his life hard. In the last year, he'd picked up with a couple of adventuring bands and made his living out of it, but it wasn't easy. He was still young after all, barely having seen more then 23 summers.
How he had come to this cave? Well, he needed a place to stay away from everyone, at least for a little while. He knew the woods were technically forbidden but since everyone saw him as so different, he chose from time to time to put himself above the rules. Besides, he was a sorcerer, which meant he could defend himself easily enough and wipe the floor with anything that came his way within reason. He sat in the cave next to a fire that was currently out with his back against a rock facing away from the entrance of the cave. A wooden staff capped with metal lay next to him on the stone ground and he hummed to himself quietly as he fiddled with whittling something out of wood. He knew he wasn't alone though. Out of Moon's view, he glanced ahead of himself, his eyes flickering silver for a second as he triggered the magical signal he had put on the cave entrance. He didn't move though, didn't act any differently because he didn't want to give away that he knew someone or something was there.
Moon stopped just inside the entrance way to the cave and just stood there, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light of the cave after the bright sunlight outside. While the woods had dimmed the brightness of the sunlight, it was still a lot brighter out there as compared to inside the cave. It was also cooler in the cave, since the rocks that forms the cave held the coolness of the deep earth and not the sun-baked heat of the rocks outside. Soon her molten silver eyes had adjusted completely, and she silently moved deeper into the cave.
She had only taken a few more steps into the cave when she caught his scent, seemingly from everywhere around her. She knew that it was not possible for him to be surrounding her completely, but this was a small cave, and it was possible for his scent to fill the cave. But she knew she hadn't passed him over the few steps she had taken, and the cave did not open up to the sides of her, so he must still be ahead of her. Her eyes narrowed as she looked deeper into the cave, trying to spot him, though she was having trouble. Her eyesight wasn't as good as it would have been had she been born a hundred years earlier.
Her fur did not lend itself to hiding in shadows as well as it would have done had it been black, but since it was a mixture of colors: silver, grey, brown and black, parts of her blended into the darkness, and the rest clashed with the darkness of the cave. Her upper lip peeled back as she got closer to the scent, a low growl finally slipping from her throat. Well, since she had given away her position there in the cave, she might as well speak to him. "Who are you and why are you here in my family's land?"
"I needed shelter and this cave has provided me with it. As far as I was aware this was a woods, not owned by deed by any individual or family."
His voice echoed though not from ahead of her but all around her instead. It was a simple enough spell, speaking into his hands cupped over his muzzle; his voice was cast from several different directions at once with merely an extension of his will. He smiled behind his cupped hands and continued to speak then, his tone even and friendly, after all he had no real desire for conflict.
"Forgive me for saying so, but is it not more dangerous that your family would send you alone out to scout these woods? I hear that nearer the road that passes itself through this forest, a band of brigands have set up. I don't doubt you are likely very capable but you alone against a large group? I fear what harm might befall you."
With that he removed his hands from in front of his muzzle and reached for his staff. Planting the capped end against the floor, he pushed himself to his feet and turned to face her, the silver fading from his eyes as he turned to face her in the deeper darkness of the cave. Lifting a paw, he ignited a soft glowing ball of magical light in his palm to illuminate himself, smiling plainly at her as he stood before her in a black leather jerkin and black spun pants. When she saw him likely she'd start to get that odd feeling that something was off about him, that something wasn't quite right. That was the curse of him being a sorcerer after all. Whether she knew that feeling for what it was or not was another story.
"You can call me Dominic, for now. It's not much of a name, but it's what I go by in these parts."
Speaking without magic now there was something slightly of the northern people in his accent but it was difficult to say for certain what area.
MoonSilver tilted her head as her amber eyes studied him. "These woods are on my family's lands. But if shelter is what you need, why not come up to the house? Why stay in a cave? It's not that comfortable in a cave, and at the house we have soft beds and the rooms are warmer than a cave."