|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:37 pm
For the first time in a long time, Vervain was alone. He did not have the protection of the pack, nor did he have his Father to watch and guide him, teaching him all that he would need to know. While it was true that he knew much, he did not know enough. His days often consisted of study and sparring practice, neither of which taught him how to survive on his own. He was young, and as such, he was easy prey for bears and other wolves who might have a hint of the blood lust in their veins.
None of this, however, disturbed him. He was, in no way, stressed by these facts - he had been trained to remain calm in every situation. Fear, anger, frustration; these things were weakness, and weakness meant death. No, he was not weak. He was, as Cocklebur had once told Hyacinthe in private, a fine example of what a pup should be - attentive, studious, watchful, obedient. He was quick to learn and even quicker to strike. He had a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue. His fighting skills were far beyond that of his age, and could only be attested to the rigorous training sessions he had been put through after he had been taught his place in the pack, which, like all the others, was as Cocklebur's son. It was in this way that he ensured the black and tan pup to survive where others would not.
The raid had been going well, as far as he knew. The pups which had been targeted had been easily frightened to him, and he, a fellow youth, had comforted them, telling them he knew a place to hide until all was safe. Hemlock would then come and trap them, and they would be led back to the main camp, where their re-education and training would begin. They would know no other life before the one they were to live, and so they would have no desire to go back. Such was the way of Cocklebur.
Something went wrong.
He had been separated from the pack, from the pups, from Hemlock, and now he was alone. He frowned; this had not been part of the plan. This had not been expected. This should not have happened. The only thing he could do was wait for one of them to pick up his scent and find him, and Fenris knew how long that would take. He grunted in displeasure as he lay himself beneath a pine tree, staring into the shadow-cloaked woods with disdain.
This was going to be a long day.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 7:44 pm
Well they do say curiosity killed the cat. Or pup in this case. He had been walking none stop since he had awoken early this morning, and his paws were aching. Hurt, Lost, Hungry. The words kept playing as he stared ahead of him with a blank look. He had desperately tried to find his pack, truly had, but the poor pup had simply headed in the wrong direction. And by now he simply felt he had to keep moving forward, he would find something, or someone eventually. It was this single urge that made him lift and set his paws down over and over again. Step after step.
Little did he know who he would find a short distance ahead. Pausing in mid-step, Roman blinked as something caught his attention. Another wolf? Slowly setting the paw lightly on the ground, the young pup cocked his head to the left, tipped his ears forward and listened for the scent he could faintly smell. Though hearing nothing he felt that familiar swell of curiosity. He could smell the other, but not hear them, and so Roman began to slowly creep forward through the trees.
Passing a just a head of where the other pup lay, Roman continued to creep, head stuck out in front of him as he continued to sniff at the air, and eyes mostly closed. He was fallowing his nose completely since his eyes hadn't been much use when he first took up this 'hunt', but had his eyes been open he might of been able to see the strange-colored wolf that lay beneath the tree. And so, it wasn't until he stumbled over one of the trees roots that he opened them, fully taking in the area around him, and the pup..
"Oh.. H.. hello."
Taking a slight step forward, he paused. Ears tipping back he retreated that step he had just taken and smiled subtly at the other, what if he was dangerous.. Looking over the pup he just barely tipped his head to the side. No, he couldn't be dangerous, it was another pup, just like him. But even the pups in his pack had been aggressive at times. Well, maybe he was alone to? Even as he thought this, Roman felt a tightening in his stomach and nearly whined. Hopefully not..
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 6:05 pm
Sounds. All around him were the noises of the forest, silent and deafening. It was strange, sitting without Hemlock, or even Nightshade, to share any intelligence gathered from reconnaissance missions. It was more often than not that information was spread throughout the pack as soon as Cocklebur gave the word, if only so that the entirety of it might be ready at a moments notice. Despite the sound of birds above and rabbits below, it was eerily quiet, and some minuscule part of him longed for the company of the pack.
Immediately, he shoved the feeling away harshly. It was a weak feeling, one that insinuated he was incapable of surviving on his own. It brought with it feelings of loneliness and fear - he could not afford such things. Feelings, Cocklebur taught all his children, were useless. They made one weak and ineffective, easily defeated, and these things would not aid the pack. He had been taught early on that to feel was to condemn oneself to death. It was, perhaps, because of this that most all of the pack was cold, aloof, or enraged. Joy was to be taken only when someone was in pain, and sorrow was foreign. If a comrade was lost, they left the body behind and went on to conduct other missions and raids.
A thick frown had formed along his muzzle as he thought. The most recent raid - had anyone been taken? Cowslip had hinted that their father had his eye on two of the five pups and one of the adolescents, and that was the reason they had preformed the mission so early. Apparently, it took Cocklebur months to decide on which pups were his targets. However, it was also known that Vervain was key to cutting the time down. With a pup to infiltrate the pack and gain it's trust, it made it twice as easy to learn their schedules and to pick the perfect time to raid.
Had he given them bad information?
A chill crept down his spine. No, he thought. If he had done something as stupid as that, he would not be alive now. Cocklebur was not the type to wait in order to exact revenge - as soon as things started to go bad, he would have taken the chance to kill the black and tan pup. So deep in thought was he that he did not notice the other pup until he was almost on top of him. When he did notice the sound of paw steps, he stiffened, yet another mistake. It was bad enough that he hadn't heard him coming, but to then announce that he knew? Had any of the pack been near, he would have been severely reprimanded. Deciding that it no longer mattered, his green eyes flashed up, and suddenly, there was a brown wolf, not much older than himself, stumbling towards him. Instantly, he was on his feet and standing defensively, his hackles raised and his throat quivering in an underdeveloped growl.
It wasn't until long after the other pup spoke that he considered saying anything back. He was innocent, naive, and for a short time, Vervain wanted nothing more than to beat him into the dirt and leave him. However, another through struck him; he was young enough to be taught, swayed, remodeled. If he were to bring another back, Cocklebur might forgive him for having been separated. With this thought in mind, he eased, his eyes never straying the blue ones of the other.
".... Hey."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:57 pm
Feeling a shiver run up his spine when the pups eyes caught his, Roman’s ears quickly turned to lay against his head. Anger? But what had be done? It was unmistakable, the anger in the other pups eyes. Fear chilled his starving body, was this pup not alone like he had thought? Was he wrong in approaching, should he have stayed away? Uncertainty and fear clouding his blue eyes, Roman found his heart racing. Why would he even begin to think that this was a good idea. Taking a step back he half tucked his tail, though held the gaze of the other pups. Oh how he wished he was back home with his mother. That this would all just be a dream. But a familiar, painful tightening of his stomach told him it was not.
Waiting for what might come, Romans muscles were tensed and ready to flee if the other decided to try and attack him. True he might not get to far, with what little energy he was running on as it is. But he stand a better chance fleeing then he would ever fighting. All the fighting he had ever done was in play with the pups in his pack, even then fully fed he found he wasn’t that great at it. Raised as he was by his mother, Roman didn’t enjoy the thought of harming another, especially one of his litter mates. ‘You should have been more serious you dope.’ He chastised himself mentally. ‘Now you’re going to be puppy-chow.’
Frowning, Roman found himself unable to break the black and orange wolf’s green gaze. Although fear ran thick through his veins Roman couldn’t drop his gaze, if he did the pup might attack him. And he looked like he was strong. But when the pup noticed the other ease up he tipped his head subtly to the right. Had he been wrong? Taking another step back he felt a whine catch in his throat, although he was still fearful, Roman now found himself oddly confused. With a greeting spoken, one of his ears began to twist back forward before laying back down. Heart hammering, he furrowed his brows and relaxed just a bit.
“I.. uh. I-I’m s-s-sorry for inter-rupting.. but.. I-”
Stumbling over his words, Roman stopped and let out quite a loud sigh. ‘Great, you sound like an idiot now’ Dropping his gaze to the ground for a second, Roman tried to compose himself, he needed to act tough, strong! It was only a pup, he needed to remember that. But he couldn’t act like that, for he was frightened. Looking up sheepishly at the other he shifted his weight on his paws, hiding the sting of pain that came from his paws. Either from being sore, or actual splits in the pads he wasn’t sure, but they did ache... Pushing those thoughts aside he tried to think up a coherent sentence to speak. Should he ask his name? Or ask for help? Would the other even be able to help him? Or was the real question if they would even bother? Pawing gently at the ground under his left paw he tried again.
“I was... Well I was wondering if you.” Pausing Roman began to doubt if he should even ask, but with a barely noticeable nod of his head he quickly continued. “If you would be able to help me.”
There, he asked. Trying to hide his aches and hunger pains, Roman found himself thinking of his mother and how she would scold him for not introducing himself first. She said it was rude. But she wasn’t here to scold and n** at him for not doing so. If she were here, he wouldn’t be in such a situation... Plus it didn’t seem like the other pup wanted to exchange friendly introductions with him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
