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 Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 2:32 pm
 Clink, step. Clink, step. Clink, step. He moved with ease, free and easy, joints loose and tail wagging between his thighs. The three golden bangles rang out with each step he took and he found himself wandering aimlessly, eyes closed in mirth, humming to the tune of the beat. Impulse was a happy wolf, that was for certain.
But he was a man on a mission. Only a few months over a year old, he was looking for a certain someone. Someone in his foster-mom's past, someone exiled from Windfall for a terrible deed. And when he found her, he would ask of her the truth: Did you really kill your own daughter? That would be sure to raise some questions...
With a small sigh and a happy smile, he continued down the path. He'd left his friend and companion, Backus, behind. He was getting closer to Bipolar; he could feel it in his bones and this was something he had to do alone...
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 2:56 pm
Cream tipped ears flickered forwards, the she-wolf giving a soft sigh as she awoke and stretched, still laying on her golden back and creme wings. There weren't bells in her dreams. Never. No, she noticed, violet eyes blinking in the new found light, these resided outside her fantasy land.
And it would be most improper not to follow it. Very un-Xanthe. As Xanthe was very Xanthe, she recalled happily, rolling over to shake out her pelt, she would just have to go find the source of the brilliant cling-clang. So, her tail swaying gayly behind her, she did.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 12:38 pm
So lost in thought that Impulse never heard the pitter patter of pretty little feet as the yellow-pelted female made her way towards the sound at his paws. His ears flicked back and forth, filtering through the birds chirping and the crickets cricketing. He was happy today. He would find Bipolar and he would get an answer, and then he would attempt to reunite blood mother with blood daughter, just to see his Aydie smile. He missed that smile, oh so much...
Wolf-gold eyes blinked open as Xanthe came across his path. He froze, body tensing, tail tucking, ears ducking. He looked quite like a deer caught in the headlights and he wasn't sure whether to stay or to run. Female. She smelled female... And she didn't look all too threatening. With a keening whine, he dropped to the ground and exposed bare belly. "H-H-Hello..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 10:08 am
While Impulse's mind may have wandered, Xanthe pursued with a characteristic curiosity, feet padding and skipping through the woods behind her query. Tipped ears pricked forwards like radars, her pace began to pick up. The noise was getting louder! Oh joy, she thought, a coy grin pulling across her muzzle. Finally she would find the phantom bells she had heard, or otherwise find herself to be mad.
The yellow wolf pulled past a line of trees and before a....was it a wolf? Oh it simply couldn't be! For she had never seen fur like that, of colors she was sure she had never experienced! But this, this was the noise? This queer looking fellow, now quivering before her? She watched with mild interest as he took a submissive posture, though bade him not to get up just yet.
Xanthe padded forwards easily, standing before the male as she cocked her head. Violet eyes spied the golden jangle contraptions strung about his back paws and Xanthe gave the rainbow wolf a quick sniff for good measure, before nudging him with a deft paw.
"Are you the maker of the bells?"
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