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 Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 6:32 pm
What was she to say? Her world was growing by the day, Gomorrah inflating with new recruits and the surprise offspring popping up between members. Even her sister's pups were now adolescents and well on their way to becoming grand Gomorrah adults; her mother even had a new litter (granted they were from a different father, which Abital didn't have much protest against) to look after and an aunt never known before had come into the picture. In all honesty the simple pack she once knew was slipping out beneath her paws, running forward with the new spirit Piper had wrangled the pack with. This success was exciting...to someone who cared. And Abital, well, Abital wasn't really sure she did care. Her passion was roaming alone, searching through the wilds and the dangers of human camps for valuables, and though she actually would admit to feeling something for her family and her sister's success, it hardly affected her in the least. Did the pack really need her anyway?
Her lonely paws tapped forward, claws clinking against slick rock as her thin body twisted to match the winding stones she crossed, moving atop them avoiding the cool water on either side. On occasion the creek spilled through the stone path, forcing her to step into it, but she passed without thought, actually enjoying the cold feeling to her rough pads. Abital was over the creek in a few seconds (she paused in the middle to sniff at the path and lap at the water) and sauntered on the other side. Her destination would be news to her as she was moving with little consideration, doing little more than a wraith in a ghostly wood. Even her expression was blank. The key at her jaw swung back and forth.
Perhaps her life had grown dull. She went about her daily routine as always, searching for whatever caught her interest, and though she had found quite a few treasures that amused her tastes, it only massaged her lust for only the moment. The last time she remembered really having a good time was when she shared a hunt with that strange vagabond. Of course admitting this was a puncture to her pride, but she couldn't help it, he had entertained her, having watched his timid, compliant behavior turn to something fiery and passionate as he felled the deer. Maybe she needed this sort of excitement, a hunt that involved someone else rather than a solitary treasure hunt.
A sigh graced her lips as she paused, looking back over the creek lazily.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:49 pm
Lonely... Oh there were wolves here and there that Rankine had met. He had grown a bit, gotten a claw so to speak after meeting her... the meeting with that strange one who couldn't catch even mice had proven that to him. He hadn't seen a trace of her, Abital even amongst the two leggers' camps when he dared to venture near.
But what did Abital or any other wolf really mean? Did they mean something to his existence? Something for him to cling to, to have some sort of existence while he searches? After all this time, Rankine still wasn't sure what at all he were to do here, living, just searching for food every day, padding through the forests and plains, avoiding dangerous territories or camp settlements. Was he always going to wander place to place, day by day lonely all the time?
Rankine had once thought that being in a pack would take away his loneliness. After all, a pack thrived of community right? As long as each wolf kept his fur in line and did what they were supposed to do. It wouldn't be lonely right? But why did he feel that that would not actually be the case? Why did it feel like he wasn't going to find what he wanted in a pack?
Rankine wondered again what it would have been like, if Abital had stayed with him or if he had followed her, accompanied her on her hunts. He sometimes found himself going near the two-leggers, just to see if he'd catch a glimpse of her. His time with her had left him feeling unlonely for quite awhile. He was sure she just found him entertaining, and he thought that was quite fine. He still didn't know what his life was, or would ever be.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:49 pm
Her pink pads started up once more, carrying the agile body of the female forward a few steps, sauntering along with hardly a care while her golden eyes stared down into the water flowing at her side. The trademark lizard (its origin, dinosaur or dragon unknown) rippled through the water, glimmering off her shoulders behind a navy backdrop. Abital had never been particularly proud of her pelt. It was plan in comparison of the marvelous treasures she sought so earnestly; in fact she really never gave any thought to her appearance at all. She kept her fur clean, made sure her claws were sharp and poised, but otherwise didn’t participate in more advanced grooming practices. Maybe it was because she hadn’t been “blessed” with the sin of pride as Beauty or even Piper expressed; maybe it was because her old detestation of her mother and how the lizard reminded her of the white wolf. Regardless, she turned her eyes away from the creek now, not feeling the need to indulge in practices of vanity anytime soon. If she wanted to be vein, she wanted to be vein over someone or something else.
And, naturally, she was. She had seen many interesting wolves, whether in Gomorrah or outside, and some struck her interest enough to warrant a nickname. Most recently she had come upon Rankine whose fur no doubt sparked her interest. Thus his name: SunSpark. The navy thief wondered forward, thinking little now except to pass away from the creek and further from the edge of the pack. The white paws brushed through the dirt, carelessly, until a snap caught the female’s attention. Looking down Abital gave a snort, observing the twig she had crunched in two and then peered about the area, wondering if she had been the only one to hear it. Her eyes unclouded with her previous muses and focused. The attentive ears atop her head swiveled, listening as she looked through the brush, peering across the creek and all around it.
She usually had a keen senses, able to detect when someone was nearby, but today she had let her guard slip.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 9:14 pm
Rankine paused. That was a twig snapping. It was a sharp contrast to the relative silence that Rankine had been experiencing. It would be too dangerous and risky for him to not investigate. This was strangely familiar to the first time he met Abital, of wonders. How strange.
Rankine smelled something out of place in the brush, even smelling something.. water? Now that he thought of it, Rankine's throat did feel just the bit parched. The thought of water seemed very enticing now, something to quench his thirst. Though whether or not his thirst was just for water or something else as well was unknown to him.
Rankine moved closer, cautiously. He could hold his own now. The brief moment with Abital proved himself. He made sure that he approached upwind, so that the when the wind blew it was back to him as he moved toward the water source. Better to be safe, than to lose some fur.
There it was. A dark blue coloration... Abital? The lizard discoloration against the fur... it sure looked like her pelt.
"Abital?" The whisper was sharp in the air.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 5:26 pm
As suspected, her accident had caught the attention of another wolf and freezing upon in taking the scent, her brain raced, igniting chemicals to an immediate body response from the presence of the intruder. The fur about her shoulders bristled, creating a ridge snaking down her spine to the top of her tail while the tip waved in the air, the wagging hardly friendly. Her expression was patient –though annoyed- her passionate gold eyes were flickering. It took a second of strong whiffs to finally recognize the scent and upon putting a face to the smell, the wagging her tail expressed prior had dropped from threatening to welcoming.
When her gold eyes reflected his lanky form, swirling with golden hues and deep citrus oranges, her expression grew thin, sly even, and she took a few steps toward the male as he spoke her name. She gave a confirming nod initially, not wanting to frighten him off with her sudden movement.
“Of course,” she murmured, padding toward him slowly. The key at her jaw swung with her lighter steps, glimmering eagerly.
"Haven't seen you in quite a bit, SunSpark," the female added.
In all honesty (and she had no problem saying it), she didn't remember his name right off. The whole purpose of the nicknames was a more efficient way for her to memorize who she was meeting in the event they would meet again. Their true name was often forgotten and would take a few more reminders before it became something important to the navy female. Instead, she relied on the moniker, it more appealing anyway.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 7:39 pm
The orange and red male wolf didn't react to the presence as he once would've. He was bent, prepared, but not out of submissiveness. His ears weren't flattened out of fear, but rather they were alert, ready to pick up on any noise. His eyes saw her, Abital's, reactions. How she stiffened, fur raising and her eyes watching until she caught his scent and then sight of him. Her rather threatening tail wag changed to a nicer wag.
Rankine smiled a bit, in response to her own nod. It was Abital, she said so herself, and the way she carried herself and the two-leggers' item lay truth.
"No, no you haven't I guess Abital," Rankine murmured. "We haven't seen each other since the old deer kill."
He raised his head, more relaxed but still keeping his senses wide. After all, he had to, or else he could be in trouble. There was only himself and Abital out here, no pack to back him. But to be honest, did he really need or get benefits from a pack?
Rankine didn't think so. He didn't need much others... but he did like the time he was with Abital. Her presence wasn't an annoyance nor unwanted. There was that bit of a connection, a small similarity that resonated with each other. He didn't think it was a bad thing, but he didn't know if she might feel the same.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 10:52 pm
Her golden eyes took in his subtle reactions; his stern muscles that slowly relaxed as she did, and his alter ears continuing to sample the air for sound even after they started their conversation. Being close to Gomorrah, that seemed like a good plan. Though the pack wasn't particularly hostile, there were certain members she was certain might not take so kindly to a lone wolf stepping close to the territory without the intention of joining. And quite frankly Abital had no intention of arguing and fending off one of her own. Her own attention spanned not only the male in front of her, but whatever else she could wrap her mind around as well.
"I suppose," she commented, her eyes shifting with his silence. At least he offered some recognition, some effort for a conversation. Now it was up to her to continue with it.
"What brings you here, SunSpark? Not a very kind place for a loner like yourself to be wandering."
Sorry this took so long and is pretty short sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 3:31 pm
The bright furred wolf gave a slight smirk to himself, he always did like how she named him. He knew, somehow, that it was just her nature to name others, not really anything special but it was to him. For some reason it was. No other had called him a different name, a name to call attention to the weird and strange colors and hues of his pelt.
"I'm not sure," Rankine replied, wondering if there was some much more hidden danger than there was any other place. "I still haven't found anything special."
Rankine muttered. What could he say? That he found himself lost? Without a care in the world? Sure he looked after his needs, catching the small prey so he wouldn't die of hunger. He stuck to avoiding the dangers of meeting other hunters and predators... but he just didn't know or care. He wondered if he ever would, but he did, find himself caring after all when he hunted with Abital. That strange feeling of being cautious and wary in his first meeting. The uncertainty. His fear of lost life. He cared about that too. But really, what else was there for him to do but wander?
"I don't see myself having much to do but wander," he gave a small smile. He continued, "What are you doing here? What brings you to an area like this, not many two-leggers around here who might have treasures to strike your fancy I'd think."
((Sorry it's so... mah @_@; And took so long But we're at month replies???))
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 3:16 pm
The pleased little smile on the male's face had added to her own little smirk, knowing she had satisfied him in some way, though she wasn’t aware it was the playful moniker that had given him a smile. It was true it was something she offered any wolf she met outside of immediate family, but that didn't make it any less special. Each name was different, and for the female, held certain amounts of affection depending on the words she used to create the name. They were not selected just by peering at their aesthetics, and were subject to change if she felt it appropriate.
Her navy ears pointed to him as she listened to his response, taking in his words, and tried to approach the idea with a bit of understanding. She was a pack wolf. Though she left the borders and behaved more like a dispersal, she still had some place she could return if need to, and with a goal of finding treasures and other valuables, she always had something she was pointed in the direction toward. But to simply wander...what was that like? Looking at the idea on the surface, it struck her as boring. But was it? Living out in the wild was a challenge no matter who you are and had the potential to keep everyone busy. It wasn't like Rankine was doing nothing with his time. But it was also evident he didn't have any long-term goals.
"Hmm...maybe you can change that. Find something you want to strive for, eh? Like my treasure hunting, you can pick something that is important to you," she paused, not sure if saying anything would make it any easier for the sunrise wolf. She wondered if he had anything that would fill that position. The she-wolf also heard his next few questions.
"Hmm? Oh I'm just heading around my territory. Gomorrah is just beyond these trees," she answered, glancing back behind her in the direction of the den. They weren't close enough for Rankine to be in danger, and Abital suspected that even if she invited him into the territory she'd find no resistance. Being the alpha's sister was, at times, a pleasuring advantage.
Sorry this took forever, hon sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 9:53 pm
The male didn't know how to say it. He wondered if Abital would consider it. Would she allow it? Could he just... stay with her? He had no where else to stay. He didn't feel any callings from a home pack nor did he have any urges to go anywhere. Why couldn't he just... stick with her?
Though he did wonder about his current safety here. Gomorrah, that must be a pack right? Being near here, not of the pack.. was it ok for him? Was it her pack?
"Is... Gomorrah your pack then Abital? Is it ok for me to be anywhere near here?" Rankine asked. He wasn't sure. Was it safe to ask her? He smiled a bit uncomfortably, paws a bit restless as he shifted for balance every so often.
"What, what do you think if I just stuck with you? Where you go, I follow. What you want to do, I'll do," Rankine suggested, finally feeling it in him to ask. "Like I said before, I haven't seen myself doing anything but wander around with nothing to do."
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 12:45 pm
She lifted an ear at the question. Hadn't she made it obvious Gomorrah was her place of residence? Certainly her thieving hobby was more or less a greedy sin, and wasn't that the theme of Gomorrah? Sin. Wonderful sweet sin. Of course, she didn't expect every wolf to know this so she didn't hold it against Rankine. His second question was more to her concern anyway.
"Sure, I don't see why not. To be honest, I doubt Piper would care much even if you weren't affiliated with me, so long as you weren't screwing anything up like stealing food. But heck, my sister is the alpha, I can get away with most anything," the navy answered plainly. The nervous look in his eyes was almost cute and she wondered if she should have anything at all in a moment of cruel thought, but as she thought about it, she was glad she was honest with him. No need to give him a heart attack, now was there?
His next statement prompted a puzzled look on her usually disinterested face. It was an odd proposition, but she didn't find it strange or particularly unfavorable. While she usually worked alone it would be interesting to have someone around more often, especially if it meant having Rankine follow her around as her personal living treasure. "Ah, well, I guess you can for now. I don't see why not. But do you mean just following me around Gomorrah or are you talking about anytime?" Depending on what he meant would change the entire context of the idea, something she needed to fully understand.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 7:41 pm
He faltered in his confidence, just the tiniest bit because he thought he was pretty clear in what he was going on about. Did he want something more from her than what she wanted?
Rankine gave a hesitant smile and answered, "I mean, I would gladly follow you. Anywhere. So long as you'd have me of course."
And so long as Abital's sister didn't decide that he had no place following Abital around Gomorrah. He certainly didn't want to cause any strife with anyone Abital had relations with but he wanted to follow Abital around. She was fun, and well it gave his life meaning whenever the two were together.
"I want to be with you where you go. I'll follow you to wherever you want."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 11:14 pm
She listened to him intently, her ears cocked sideways, not giving her an expression of intense concentration despite how keenly she paid attention to him. Was this some sort of confession? Yes. She'd take it that way at least, whatever sort of confession it happened to be, but regardless of what it was he wanted, she could hear the devotion in his voice.
"Ah," she hesitated, giving a thoughtful look before something almost akin to...modesty? Modesty was the notion of heretics as far as she was concerned, there was no way she'd describe herself as ever harboring...modesty. "You know what, SunSpark, I like you. You've got something most wolves here don't; devotion. I'd be honored for you to travel with me. Besides, you ain't hard on the eyes," she answered, giving him a once up, her golden eyes traveling along his dazzling coat. She wouldn't lie about how he physically interested her, but it was a little more difficult for her to get out the aspects of his personality she enjoyed, which so far, was the grand majority of him.
"Well, welcome to Gomorrah, SunSpark. How about you and I get something to eat inside the pack. With me you won't have any trouble getting some food. Then maybe afterward you'd enjoy accompanying me on a little treasure hunt?"
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