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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:49 pm
 So it had finally happened, she had fallen from her mothers good graces, if it could even be called that, and was looked upon as a failure. It was not her fault that the queen had not chosen her heir before birthing those five whelps. Mother had gone about it all wrong and now Azalea was paying the price. The Queen didn't trust her and her mother now abandoned her. In fact Thealia barely ever spoke to Azalea unless it was to berate her for something. It had made Azalea bitter, more bitter than when she had been but a mere pup fighting to gain the Queen's favor over that blasted slave Glacier. Back then she had worked so hard for everything and now Azalea could care less. Seems even the pack didn't care as she easily wandered off more and more these days, never questioned on where she was going or when she would return.
Today she had left early, planning to see what she could see before returning. It would also allow her time to think on many things. Azalea might not like to admit it but she was more like her mother than anyone else. She could be extremely manipulative when she wanted something and could put on a mask around others to hide her true feelings and emotions. It was as much of a gift as it was a curse. Sighing Azalea trotted through the forest not paying much attention to where she was going.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:46 am
 Rorret, as time wore on, found himself wandering more and more. He was bored, always, with no equal within the pack, and so had to find his amusement elsewhere. Besides -- with no cloak and no proper initiation, he was technically not bound by the laws of the clan. What secrets could he possibly betray? He knew nothing.
Well, nothing aside from some whisperings of a certain green male, a certain traitor. Traitor. Rotiart. Father. Rehtaf? The legacy he'd left for Rorret remained undiscovered, but so far the pup had maintained the secret of his own identity, and he was proud of himself for that much.
The oppressive atmosphere of the shadowclan -- the secrecy, the closeness, the paranoia -- was stifling, and though he had now spent more of his life with the Brothers than with his childhood family, he still hardly felt like he fit in.
Not that it bothered Rorret, really. He never thought that he would fit in anywhere.
"Anywhere," he said, under his breath, out of habit. His maw twitched with a smile. The strip of cloth he carried with him was wound about his foreleg and shoulder, and he seemed only peripherally aware of his surroundings as he continued to play the game in a soft undertone. "Where. Whereabouts. About-face." He paused, then, sniffing the air, and altered his course, moving in another direction.
He was bored -- terribly bored -- and hoped he would be able to find something to amuse him out in the world. Surely there must be something more to the world than what he had seen...
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 7:33 pm
Azalea wasn't sure how far she had traveled today, certainly far enough to leave the safety and familiarity of the only thing that she knew of. Her pack was her life, and yet at the same time at this moment she found it the most insufferable place to be. She needed to get away, to clear her thoughts and try perhaps to figure out a way to get back into her mothers good graces...and the Queen's as well. So much to think on and not much time to do it in, while she shouldn't miss today's training Azalea likely would not return to the pack lands until night fall.
Let Varia and her mother yell about the missed training, she didn't care at this point. Right now, in this moment she didn't have a care in the world, she was free and nothing could stop her.
Or that is what she thought until another wolves scent reached her nose. It was a male...go figure. Oddly enough she adjusted her course to see this unworthy beast. She crept forward as the place where the male was got closer. Eyes fell upon the male as she hide beneath a large bush. Why did he have that cloth on him like that? And what exactly was he doing? She was both hate filled and curious as she watched the male walk about, he seemed to be marching almost.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 10:34 pm
He paused, catching the scent of a female in his midst. At least, he was fairly certain the scent was female. It had been a long time since last he'd smelled one, and they had all been tainted with familiarity and blood-ties.
This...this was different. A stranger. A stranger who, clearly, thought she had the upper-hand on him, lurking in the bushes, peering at him from shadows.
Well, let her think it, then. His turn for lurking and peering would come later, perhaps.
He took a moment to consider how best to approach this interesting new situation. They were far from the territory, and he bore neither the cloak nor the scent of the shadows -- not yet, anyway. He was no threat to them here. And besides, perhaps she would prove useful somehow. Perhaps she would prove edible. Edible. Eh. Dih. Bull. Strange word, awkward word, not tantalizing at all, hardly tasted good on the tongue.
"I know you're watching me," he said, addressing the bushes, his mismatched eyes narrowed shrewdly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 8:32 pm
So she had been detected. How disappointing, though it just reinforced the fact that her training needed a lot of work. Perhaps she wouldn't need more training if mother hadn't been so bend on using her as a pawn instead of letting her live the normal life of a warrior. Well that changed now, Azalea would not let her mother run her life anymore, though lately Thealia showed little to no interest in her daughter so that may prove to be more easier than she had thought. Still the fact that a worthless had so easily discovered her presence was like having a thorn stuck in her side.
A small growl escaped her before stepping out from the so-called hiding spot. Eyes were cold and unwelcoming. Once revealing herself to the male Azalea brought her paws to a stop, not wanting to get any closer to the lesser male. Her body was tense, she may not have received her full training but she could certainly handle herself against this single male. "What do you think you're doing prancing around like that?" Her tone was certainly hate filled, but she made no move yet to dispose of the male or put him in his rightful place.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 9:41 am
Rorret took her in, looking her over carefully. Looked a bit like Collier, he thought, or...what had his sister been named? He was forgetting already. Regnad. Yes. Collier still cried for her in his sleep.
He said nothing for a long while, merely looking her over thoughtfully, examining every inch of her with the coldly scrupulous eyes of an explorer. After he was done with the examination, he looked back up to her, and laughed a little. "Prancing?" He asked, amused. That would not have been his word choice. Prancing, dancing, glancing, advancing...he took a step forward, his posture dominant but not threatening. Indeed, he looked a little curious. Playful, even. "And what are you doing, hiding in the bushes?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 4:50 pm
Yes prancing, she thought with a growl. Did she stutter? Of course that question didn't matter so much when he stepped forward and took on that dominate posture. That right there pissed Azalea off more than anything, and in response she raised herself up to her full height, taking on a dominate posture herself and let another growl rumble in her throat. This male needed to learn his place and clearly she would need to be the one to teach him just that.
His question made her ears flick. What the fell did it matter what she was doing hiding in the bushes? He had no right to ask her such things. If anything she should be drilling him with questions about what he was doing, and knock him down a peg or two. "I was merely watching a worthless stupid male prance about like a fool." She told him, voice dripping with disdain.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 5:06 pm
"Were you?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder with an exaggerated 'where is he' sort of look. When he looked back to her, his mismatched eyes glittered with amusement. Clearly, he was unimpressed.
One day, Rorret would learn to bow, and scrape, and submit to authority...when it was useful to do so. But now, he was as fearless as any wolf had ever been, and he chuckled at her boldness. It had been so long since he had been around the fairer sex. He'd forgotten the details. Were they always so angry, so petulant? No wonder the Shadowclan had chosen to forsake their company.
He maintained his posture. "I'm glad to provide so much amusement to you," he said, and had to refrain from laughing. If he was worried about her attacking him, he certainly didn't show it. "Do you hide in bushes to spy on strangers often, or should I feel special?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 9:33 pm
Azalea snorted as he proceeded to look around for this male that she had mentioned. Typical male having to make a joke out of everything. Eyes narrowed as he went on about being an amusement. "You are not amusing to me." She pointed out coldly to him. "Don't let the attention get to your head, you are in no way special and never will be." So badly did she just want to walk over there and beat the crap out of him, put him in his place and then leave him all broken and confused. And yet, she held back, though honestly Azalea wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was because this was the first time she had met a male from outside of the pack and she was at least partially curious to see what males were like when not under the constant supervision of their superior female counterparts.
"And are you always so full of yourself or should I feel special?" She mockingly threw the question back at him, not really caring what his answer was. Her pale eyes looked upon the length of cloth again though they remained somewhat hate filled, showing no real interest in the scrap of cloth. Though she did partially find it interesting, the higher ranking sisters often decorated themselves with things stolen from two legger camps, but this piece of cloth didn't seem special like those trinkets and was strewn about his body is a very random way, not at all worn with pride. Perhaps she could steal it and have one of the crafters fashion it into something more appealing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 1:01 am
"You should feel special, indeed," he said, watching her watch him. He felt her eyes linger over the ribbon he carried, and he reflexively wound it tighter around his forepaw.
His thoughts rolled rapidly through his mind. This was enjoyable. Challenging. He was so used to Collier and his damnable sniffling, and to the slinking of the omegas...the rest of the pack generally too busy to pay him any mind at all. But this, this was an interaction, a conversation as though among equals. Well, not quite equals. But that was alright, Rorret had always expected himself to be the smartest wolf he knew.
He didn't clarify why she should feel special, but carried on instead. "And do you have a name? Or shall I make one up for you?" His mismatched eyes glimmered.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 6:36 pm
Azalea huffed slightly, well she certainly didn't feel special, she felt a bit sick to her stomach though. A wicked smile crossed her maw as she watched him pull the cloth tighter around himself. So that thing was special to him, all the more reason to take it. She would wait for now however, until the moment better presented itself to snatch the thing, let him worry about whether she would try to steal it or not. It was a game in a way.
"My name is not important." She told him with narrowed eyes, and she noted the glimmer in his. "What is so amusing to you?" Azalea threw the question at him. No wonder her pack kept males as slaves, they were quite infuriating when not forced to do hard labor for shelter and food. If all the males in the world were like this one then she would never stray from her pack again, even if she was slightly intrigued by him. If nothing else came from this meeting she could at least try to teach this male his proper place and how to respect females for the superior gender than they were.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 6:50 pm
"Not Important," he responded, playfully. Oh, but it was so funny to see her get so defensive! To see her swell up like an angry little toad. "Not the name I would have given you, but if that's what you'd like me to call you..."
He trailed off, with a shrug. "As for myself, my name is Rorret. And I am amused by a great number of things." He saw the look on her face as she looked at his ribbon. She was meaning to take it from him, he thought. Well, if that would keep her interested,so be it. He might just let her. But best to keep it as a challenge. Best to hide his intent from her.
Oh, this was such a fun game!
Little did he know, his father had played games such as this, at one time. Funny, the way things come full circle. The way a father's presence could linger in the son who knew nothing of him aside from a name and an ill-fated legacy. Strange, that their paths could intersect so neatly without their knowledge.
"Just now, I am amused by your anger. It suits you well. Sits nicely on your maw. A smile would look strange, I think, but the scowl looks very comfortable on you indeed."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:11 pm
Fur bristled as he so casually and playfully threw out an insult about her name, or the name he thought was her name. What an a*****e! "You jerk, how dare you!" Now her anger was flaring up more than it had previously. It was one thing for him to be generally disrespectful, but another to blatantly say things such as that. "My name is Azalea, and you had best remember that you impotent slug." Well he certainly knew how to push all of her buttons now didn't he. "What kind of stupid name is Rorret anyways?"
If he could throw insults than so could she, and more importantly she would do so better then he was. First she just need to think of something, but her brain was a bit fuzzy at the moment and she couldn't figure out why.
"Oh so my anger amuses you does it?" The nerve of him, he shouldn't be amused by her anger, no he should be cowering in fear or at the very least falling into a more submissive pose. "And would it amuse you if I went over there and beat that smug look from your face?" Maybe he wouldn't find that amusing but she certain would, and it would likely help her work out some of the frustration she was feeling at this point.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:23 pm
"Ah! Azalea. Now that's a proper name." Azalea. Aelaza. Not bad. The gleam in his mismatched eyes persisted as he stood his ground across from her. "It's the name my mother gave me," he said, with a shrug. "But perhaps not much stock should be put in that. Mother was insane, I believe. Tried to eat us. Left us in a log and never came back. Not that I was crying about it."
Well now, that was odd. Why was he divulging that information about himself? that wasn't part of the game! Well, never mind, best to go with it now.
In response to her later question, he gave barked a laugh. "Oh, I should find that very much amusing," he said. "Although we both know perfectly well that you won't."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:45 pm
"It is a shame she didn't succeed in doing so." Azalea was quick to throw that insult back at him. She thought her mother was bad at times, trying to push her this way and that to achieve things for herself but to hear that his mother had tried to eat him, that was sad and hilarious at the same time. Well no not sad in the sense that it would make one cry, at least not herself, but more pathetic in a way. Still she had to give kudos points to his mother for trying to kill him off.
Ears flicked slightly at his next words. Was he challenging her? Well challenge accepted. She would wipe that look from his face and steal that damned ribbon at the same time. Muscles flinched and a moment later she launched herself towards him, intent on knocking him down, her teeth snaps at his neck and face. It didn't matter if she got blood on the ribbon, that could be washed out later, right now she had to teach this male a lesson.
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