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 Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:29 am
Haemon slunk through undergrowth, his tail hung low and his head rolling between his shoulders, he walked with an all too relaxed gait, though even in the manner he carried himself he'd still stand taller than a lot of the larger male wolves. He did not carry a lot of weight, his build being lean and somewhat gangly but the aura he gave off demanded respect and even in those with a strong constitution his presence could often instil a great deal of fear or unsettle.
His bloody red eyes shone with humour. The female, Liriel, which the alpha had paired him with had escaped his company, though admittedly he had let her go, she was good sport for a short period of time but her mind was twisted and he did not care for such company. So he headed off in search of the run away female by himself.
He had no hopes for finding the female, though he did hope the time would allow him to build up a certain knowledge of the surrounding lands and packs. He noted there was a fair amount of game in the area, sensing the life blood flow but with time he noted another wolf was present in the area and was heading in his general direction.
A small smile slipped up the side of his face. He carried on, towards the other at a steady, unfaltering pace.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:53 pm
The twins had been inseparable from birth, though they had enjoyed different things, Isadora with healing and Debora fascinated with skinning just being one of the many, nothing had really been able to send Debora into a loathing stage towards her dimwitted, gullible, friendly half.
Bitter blue chips of dark sapphire blazed with the anger that boiled Debora’s blood. Being in such a bitter state, and not one that was helped by her weak cousin afraid of trekking over the border of the Reign, Debora couldn’t help but let out a rippling growl that bristled the back of her neck. The sound of a rabbit scurrying back into hiding snapped the wolfess from her blind rage and got the shadow stalker to narrow her eyes.
Eyes that had never had the harsh rays of sun light wash into them, seeing the yellow light only on occasions when bypassing a clearing in the middle of the day. The young wolfess, just out of teen years and into adulthood, found the colors to be too bright and found she was only tolerable of orange because that was the bright color she had seen on her sister, Marion and upon her and Isadora. Bright green and other unnatural colors that could blind another were only pretty lying on the ground or nestled into a cave to be used to snuggle into during the cold weather that would be coming in the next season.
Stopping to straighten her prized pelt (only one other matched the craftsmanship of this pristine piece of work, and that was the last olive branch extended to Isadora before Debora left) the black, white and dash of orange female turned a white striped ear back towards the direction she was headed.
The air was suddenly off, something was unsettling it more then her and the wildlife she had startled with her anger; something that the cool breeze in the shadows encouraged her to be cautious off. Instead of heeding the warning in the air that her father had praised her of having attended a certain heightened sense with, though not being the master of shadows like him, she was aware of vibes that they seemed to carry with them. Maybe that was something she had over Isadora, within their dark world, and it made her warrier of strangers. Thinking everyone was untrustworthy until they could without any doubt prove to her otherwise.
After gently tugging on the off-set side of her deer skin, Debora righted her head to gaze before herself into the path she was headed. Eyes narrowed, but the instincts in which she would have used to normally turn off the path and take another made her stay on her wandering course and take steps forward. The young wolfess might have been foolish in her thinking, but she was a dare taker (obviously since her pelt was held on by the bindings made by man and her sister wore one of the human’s pendants around her neck, along with a matching pelt to Debora’s), with her head held high and her tail no where near tucking up under her belly, this was no claimed territory so she wasn’t obligated to abide by another’s rules unless they could break her strong will to do so. The female moved forward until she spotted a black figure advancing down the same path towards her.
This tall lanky figure was another wolf, but her boiling blood instantly went to a simmer as her eyes swept over the other's still shadowy form and the small voice, a voice she liked to link to Isadora told her to turn away and move back home. Back towards the safety she would find in the well controlled shadows of her father, but the idea meant going back and looking at Feros’ ugly mug and she would rather die painfully and preferably slowly then have to spend two seconds in the maggot’s annoying presence. No instead, Debora stopped her advancement but stepped off to the side of the worn path as her ears flickered about listening, like her father had taught her to do, for any signs of hidden wolves.
Weren't there wolves out there looking for slaves? If so, they weren't going to gain one with her. She'd die first, maybe that would really stick it to Isadora, knowing her daring half was no longer alive and it was her fault. Yes, that would be the last thought on Debora's mind if she were to die out here away from her beloved family, it would be Isadora's fault for driving Debora away.((Sorry my reply took forever. x_x I just couldn't get Debora to tell me how she wanted to start out, and I'm not all that happy with this, but here it is anyways.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:46 am
Haemon noted the rate of the heartbeat and the blood coursing about the wolfs body. He carried on and a little further down the path he caught the scent, a female, which caused his grin to broaden slightly. His eyes narrowed then as he noted her heartbeat calm and she moved of the path and into the shadows. She was cautious, perhaps she knew how close she was to the pack's territory or simply cautious of another advancing wolf and no doubt she'd of caught his scent.
His pace did not falter and he continued down the same path until he was parallel with the female whom had left the path, but he could still sense her there. He did not turn his head to address her, instead he simply let his voice come out in a seeping sort of low whisper, 'Hiding in the shadows, now how do you wish for me to react to such a thing?'
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:17 pm
Debora wouldn't have exactly pegged herself for hiding, but the cautious voice inside of her knew that she was alone with only the shroud of shadows to accompany her. That was until the young femme thought she had an impressive enough collection of skins to show case her use of talent to the Goblin King of the Reign of Terror and give him a proposition that he hopefully wouldn't refuse.
However, her cobalt optics couldn't help but taken in the larger male's pelt: black with what looked like red cracks (or veins) that moved across his face, down his back and around his long legs to the white claws in his black paws, and his tail looked to have been dipped in blood along with the red hinting inside his ears. Very attractive and unique pelt, a pattern that was even missing in her mother vast collection pre-rehabilitation with her father.
White striped, black ears focused fully on the male's low words (which made an involuntary shiver course down the skinner's spine) before they went backwards and her eyes narrowed inside her white mask. The air around the male was intimidating, but then again that could just be with the fact he was larger, tried to be 'mysterious' with words, but (most importantly) looked like he could handle his own. Debora was not born a loner, never dreamed of just having her own new loathing thoughts to keep her company, but circumstances change and plans did too, at least Debora had been keen on being able to hold her own with her other four siblings (as Isadora was hers to protect) growing up.
"Who said I was hiding?" Debora dryly stated in her edgy and down-to-the-point (Isadora's was soft and kind) soprano voice. "I moved off the path so you could go on about your business, and then I would go on about my own. Not hiding." Her narrowed eyes were defensive, but then again it was how Debora looked at all strangers inside their unique pelts. Actually, the fact she avoided more wolves, by going into the darker shadows most tried to avoid, then spoke to was probably the reason her pelt remained free of scars.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:37 pm
Haemon grinned to himself and wondered as to why all the females he had meet recently were all so strong willed, or more to the point dominate. He did not become riled easily but he was slowly becoming fed up of being spoken to in such a manner before bringing them down a peg or two. He wondered if he was becoming softer with age, knowing full well his fathers/brothers Geri and Freki would never stand for any of it. Geri being as hot headed as he was probably turning about and physically attacking the offending wolf.
He decided he had had enough to the point where he'd just let the young female carry on along the path towards the Reign's territory and collide with another pack member, maybe Valdis, the thought of that made him smile, though such a waste.
He did not even look at the female but simply answered, 'As you were then.' and carried on walking in the direction he had been going.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 3:24 pm
Even though the male seemed to be fine with the answer, and, despite it being against her own ideas of letting strangers remain strangers, the way the male moved made her think of her father. Someone that should be given respect even though it seemed they didn't demand it, or maybe this wolf wasn't like that of her father, but the way the shadows seemed to warm as the other moved away, like they were relieved for her. Some part of her father attached to her, though she wasn't next to him or speaking with her family in general.
Debora scrunched her face up for a brief moment, but felt that being on the borders of the Reign's territory, maybe this male could be helpful. With a soft sigh, and cursing Isadora with her preaching of manners, the darker twin moved out of the shadows back onto the path.
With a heavy tongue and what felt like a bad taste in her mouth, the solitary wolfess found herself speaking in more of her sister's friendly tone. "You wouldn't know where I could find the King of the Reign of Terror?" A strange question to beseech an answer from another, let alone one she had just clearly told to mind his own business and she would mind hers. But maybe, even if this wolf didn't know the answer, he could give the obvious and say in the direction of the border where it was obvious wiser wildlife avoided the dangerous pack. Or look at her like she was insane for asking such a question. Her mother would die of heart failure if she knew exactly what Debora had planned.
But she needed to speak with the large male of a single memory, the need to be impressive and handy weighed heavy on the young adult's mind. Maybe even borderline Over compulsive perfectionist in not wanting to be turned away or killed on sight. The pelt she wore was be the best evidence of her skinning skill and the two offers she had might be sufficient to the King that had had legs like trees covered in green and red, and a mask that had intrigued Debora more as a pup than scared her. Which could have been the result of the foolish thought that the shadows were a sanctuary to her family and nothing inside them were to be feared. Debora would even go far enough to say she had been rather spoiled, like the rest of her siblings, by her loving parents who allowed her tongue to be so dangerous, but then again, Isadora had always been her buffer in the past.
There was a second that the blue eyed femme, recalled the red eyes of the stranger and found herself comparing them to her mother's bright ruby gems seemed to help her with an approach to an apologetic tone. But when she spoke, her face turned away from the stranger, "The curt answer you got was not proper for one raised better to give another. So no answer would be far too appropriate for your reply, stranger." Her tone was defiantly a few notches down already, and Debora was more rejoiced by the fact that none of her siblings could hear it. But this attitude also wasn't going to be the one that seemed to have amused the great King in the past and she wouldn't be so easy to step down before another after this moment, not unless it was the Goblin King himself and she needed his assistance and would pay whatever price the mask-wearing wolf called for. She just wanted her sister back and to feel like a being again and not something only wanting to tear the skin off of another animal's back, prey or not.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:58 pm
Haemon had walked a few paces forward before he heard the female address him once again. Her voice this time had changed, it polite and something about it did not seem to suit the wolf it was coming from. He paused at her words and mulled over what he was going to say.
Turning about he came back down towards her, the way he had just come and this time he fixed her with his blood red eyes, but they did not really see her, they looked straight through her. He considered that taking this female back to the alpha would have to do, he had no hope of finding this run away slave and so he addressed the female, 'I can take you too him if you wish it.'
His eyes then took in the pelt which sat very particularly on her back, how intriguing. 'I guess it is none of my business, but then perhaps it is considering you'd be walking upon my pack's territory should you carry on the path you were on, but what do you want with my alpha?'
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 1:48 pm
When the sound of the male turning around and coming back towards her trickled inside of Debora's ear closer towards the stranger, part of the young adult was telling her to forgo what she had just asked of the male and take off back into the darkness she grew up with. But then the larger part of her demanding blood to be shed commanded her to stay.
Upon hearing the taller male's offer. Debora's eyes widened in momentary shock, before narrowing again as they came back to look towards the crimson eyes. The hairs on the scruff of her neck lifted, but it was the look of gazing, but not really seeing what was before him that slightly irked part of the she-wolf, but she was being polite and so kept the fur that stood up in unclear warning from bristling. "I wouldn't want to impose on your business." the words were still in the polite tone, and Debora was wanting to eat dirt to get rid of the taste of it.
However, the words the male followed his offer with made the skinner c**k her head slightly to one side. This male was in RoT, that could have been the reasoning to the intimidating air...no, Debora shook her head, something else. Something like those ageless eyes that were not taking in anything but what the owner wished to see, his gait and body structure, and the air itself seemed charged with something Debora didn't quiet understand, but knew the cold shadows were not fond of. Did this male have powers like her father?
She shook her head from side to side, to clear her thoughts and upon realizing the physical action could be taken as a response to the male's question, Debora spoke half way through the clearing shake and stopped her head so her words wouldn't seem choppy, but clear. "In short, I'd like to gain an audience with him to inquire about joining his pack." That was the bottom line to her reasoning in seeking the mask-wearing alpha of the Reign.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 8:57 am
Haemon continued to stare through her as he answered her polite statement, 'You are not imposing, it is about time I returned to him and reported my findings, or lack of them I should say.' He did not seem disappointed by this in away, he had known the search was relatively futile to begin with, the female could be miles away by now or have found aid and support within a surrounding pack, either way it was now going to take time and effort should the alpha peruse this hunt.
After a moments pause he drew his eyes back and finally looked at her. She wanted to join the pack? Did she now, he wondered what it was she'd say to the alpha to convince him of her worth. She was a find looking creature, but then the pack was already filling with those. The pelt on her back interested him and he eyed it curiously and his mind also considered the manner to which she had first addressed him, she was fiery he could tell that.
'Shall we?' He leant his head in the direction in which she had been travelling and encouraged her to set the pace at one she was comfortable with. 'Tell me, how did you come by the pelt you are wearing?'
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:50 pm
"Oh, happy days." she murmured under her breath, but tried to put up a half hearted smile upon her maw anyways. Company was different then just receiving directions, especially if that company had no problem with walking in the daylight that quiet literally burned Debora's retinas because of her life in the darkness, but she did tolerate the pain when it came to the tanning of the skin (to preserve it) and fighting off any scavengers in the blazing light. With the smile Debora just nodded when she stated, "At least I'm not imposing."
Let the shadows kill me now! How does Isa do this polite crap all the time? The same with father. Debora thought bitterly turning her face from the male and working her tight jaw back into its normal uncaring setting. The smiles towards a strangers were so uncalled for...maybe her mother's previous emotion disconnection to others was something that Debora picked up genetically, as she wasn't aware of her mother's past consciously.
When the male spoke again, Debora moved her head to where she could look at the male from her profile with a nod, and lifting her head back up, finding it had lowered slightly in loosening her face from the tightness that had settled in quickly after that pathetic smile. She replied with, "Of course." And let the sun be down or low in the sky by the time we get there. She thought as her paws began to move in the direction they were originally headed.
Locking an ear on the taller male, the skinner felt a smirk twitch upon the opposing side of her face then the one the male would have visibly seen easily, not that it mattered as he wasn't particularly looking at her. Which was fine by her. "I killed the buck that wore it as a skin and stole the rope from humans." She nonchalantly stated, maybe she would have gloated if she was her brother Sly, everything Sly did was to be praised or it just seemed that way, but in truth; even with her prizing the pelt on her back, she could pick out the imperfections in the hide, though they were dramatically less then back when she was a pup ripping the squirrels' tiny pelts off of them, that upset her when she analyzed the skin too much and knew her trade wasn't mastered just yet like her mother. But she was nearly close to it, only another skilled skinner could see the imperfections.
Her eyes flickered back towards the male, the breeze in the shadows just gnawing at her. "I know this is none of my business, but..." there is something about you that unsettles me. Yeah like she flatly say that, not after pulling Isadora's personality traits up, or even with her normal solitary trait, Debora wouldn't let the fact she was bothered by something show. The stubborn streak in her.
So the young femme found herself bluntly stating, "You don't seem like a normal wolf." Though what a normal wolf would be, would Debora even know what they looked like? Her family tree was gifted with the blood of alphas, seers and shamen, though there were plenty of average wolves inside it (and they even seemed a little mental), it just she didn't really have much interaction out side of her family.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:59 am
Haemon didn't really take an interest in the normal gestures when conversing with another and so he missed the smirk that danced upon the females maw as he inquired about the pelt. Her answer was given in a matter of fact sort of way as if she perceived this sort of action as normal, he wondered how she had developed for the talent and the desire to skin other animals or her reasoning for such actions. It certainly was interesting and perhaps the alpha would bend her talents to serve him. However before he could question the female further she turned upon him and bluntly asked him, well stated in fact that she herself did not perceive him as normal.
It was now his turn to smirk and he flickered a gaze over at the female, first at her and then through her and he answered her in much the same tone as she had announced her skinning talents, 'Clever girl, I am not, as you put it and many others put it, normal. I am a Shaman and my domain is blood.' Shaman's were few and far between but most wolves knew of them and thus he felt he did not have to explain the title and more to the point he was trying to mimic her blunt answers, giving as much as he got in essence, a quick exchange of information.
He'd make a game of this, such things entertained him and often he learnt a lot from the other to how the reacted to a grow wolf playing games, not always harmless innocent games though, 'My turn; why do you feel a need to skin other animals?'
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:05 pm
That chill seemed to seep into her bones and under the skin Debora felt it course down her spine the moment the male smirked at her. The night air seemed to order her to receed, go back to solitary and she understood why the moment the male bluntly replied, using her own manner of speech to communicate. Fine by her.
Blood. The very essence of life and this male controlled it. For the Reign of Terror, the pack you ARE seeking out, maybe this male could help get Isa back at your side. Her thoughts fluttered, but she concentrated on not letting her heart flutter with the news. She almost succeeded, there were a couple spikes in its rhythm, Debora was aware of this fact without having to worry about the male, who seemed to not care anyways about his company.
And Isadora thinks you're heartless, maybe even soulless. She hasn't even seen the wolves you are looking for...or at. Father would have a heart attack, probably is anyways. The female's thoughts moved quickly as she let her blue eyes roam the forest path around them.
However, the skinner's eyes were back on the male the moment he so casually, so it seemed to her, and almost gamely in fashion, stated it was his turn. Inquiring about the why to her skinning.
Part of the cold twin wanted to just state, 'Does it matter why?', but instead a covered shoulder popped up in a shrug. "Looked fun, and it's going to give me solace at some point." She wasn't about to mention her mother, out of respect for the female Debora still idolized after everything that had pushed her out of her family bunching, or just yet the male she was willing to paw feed the alpha. Besides wasn't shorter answers better with the Reign?
Though, something tweaked at the prospect of this sudden game. Should she ensue her current thoughts or...did she just request the escort? It seemed that for once in Debora's life her tongue moved faster than her brain, something that maybe had been the most fascinating thing about her father's gift with the shadows. "Where you aware of your shaman abilities at a young age?" Her words were dead ringers for her sister's personality.
Spirits above, why the hell did her tongue move so fast and sound like Isa?
"Actually, strike that question...unless you feel you really must answer it." Debora was quick to add.
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