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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 2:13 pm
 This was not the first time that Senka had found herself bored and restless, and she very much doubted that it would be the last. However, there was a different quality to it this time. A certain lack of satisfaction that had never been there before, as though she was missing something important. For the life of her, she could not figure out what that elusive something could be. For many months now, she had been traveling: gathering stories and seeing new places; meeting fascinating strangers and learning about the world. The mischievous femme had even learned how utterly entertaining males could be, and how best to wield her feminine wiles. Although, she was not so certain that she would be pursuing that pass-time any longer. It did not amuse her like it used to. Not after that last insane male she had encountered. But enough of that. Certainly there were dull patches in between meeting packs and wanderers, but those she filled with going over her new knowledge and crafting her gathered information into stories worthy of her art. Yet, despite all of that, there was still this niggling gap in her being. What was it she was missing? Whatever it was, she hoped it revealed itself soon. She did so hate a riddle she could not solve.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 4:34 pm
Phobos felt a change in the winds. His very being nearly shivered with a sense of foreboding, but also an excitement that he couldn't quite place. Ever since leaving his brother and that Einsame Lykos pack, things had been sedate. No fighting, no starving, no running. Just relaxation. But he had realized very quickly that life without such things...
Was boring.
And now he was back to wandering and wondering, wondering what life would be like now if he had stayed with Deimos. The thing that always got to him was the lack of knowledge, of not knowing if his family had reached their destination. If they had saved whoever had needing saving. At the time, it had all been too much for him. In truth, he had fled.
But now he yearned to know. And berated himself for running when he should have stood with his brother.
A brother he hardly knew.
Shaking his head and sneezing this new wind from his nose, the lean black and white wolf stepped down from his perch and back into the trees towards the other scent his keen nose had caught.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 5:09 pm
Senka was still pondering her latest puzzle, displeased, almost moping, much to her disgust, when her keen ears picked up a slight rustle. Something not made by wind or small animals. Another wolf? Her ears pricked with interest. Perhaps this was what she needed to get her mind off of heavier matters.
However, when the wolf in question proved to be male, she felt her excitement dim a bit. She did not fear them, not in the least, but after her last encounter, she had certainly had her fill of them. At least as far as idle flirtation was concerned.
Still, there was no rule saying she had to flirt with a male. Perhaps she could at least get his story out of him. Just a friendly encounter.
"Greetings, wolf," she said, watching him approach with her sharp ruby eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 5:31 pm
Blinking in surprise, Phobos stopped mid-step, foremost paw held in the air. His first feeling was surprise, followed quickly by embarrassment at his single-minded focus. The scent of the deer had been so deeply ingrained into his nose and his hunger so loud in his ears, that his poor eyesight hadn't stood a chance in catching her with his other senses so distracted.
His ears twitched back, but they didn't stay there for long as she simply stood there, with no sign of aggression.
"Ah, my apologies. I didn't mean to intrude..."
He hadn't seen or smelled any boundries recently, but that meant little. If he was trespassing, it could very well mean his life if her pack was near.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 6:01 pm
She could not help the amused smile that graced her maw. Well, it did not look like he was liable to attack her at any moment, though looks could be deceiving. No. If anything, he might slink off rather than risk bothering her, or so it seemed to the femme.
"Intrude? I'm afraid that it is quite impossible to intrude on someone who does not live here."
She glanced over him again, reappraising. He looked to have had a hard life, perhaps too hard at times, but he seems to have weathered it well enough...and if she were being honest, he was an attractive male. Not that she would do anything about that little fact. What would be the point? Regardless, they could still have a nice little chat.
"And judging from your assumption, I am going to assume that you are not local, either?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:45 pm
Ashtiel Pantheres His embarrassment was almost palpable, and she could see a flicker of self annoyance cross his features. He hated to show his weaknesses in front of others, his poor vision being one of them. A wolf with bad eyes was constantly in danger, and wariness around strange wolves, no matter how pretty of fur and eye they might be, was always paramount.
“No, I do not call this place my home. I’m a wanderer. Have been my whole life.”
He eyed her more closely, only in part because of his vision. “What brings you to this part of Telk? I’ve heard there is good hunting here, and better hunting in the valley a couple days north of here.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:46 pm
She certainly hoped that annoyance was not aimed at her. That would make matters more difficult. However, something else caught her attention.
From his questing gaze, Senka suddenly realized that his eyes must not be very strong. Well, there were other ways of knowing. There was always his nose. Surely that was not so bad. For her purposes, however, it hardly mattered. He needn’t have good eyes to have good stories.
“That is good to know,” she acknowledged, “But it is not prey I hunt. I seek knowledge.” She cocked her head, considering. “I am Kazkar for my pack. Storyteller. Or will be, when I return. Have you any tales to share? Or perhaps something you seek that I might help with? I have collected many tales.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:57 pm
Kazkar? What a strange word. His ears flickered, eyes following the direction his nose had been taking him. He was still hungry, and wouldn't doubt if she could hear his belly rumbling. But he decided to humor her and sat on his haunches with a yawn.
"You want a story? Well, I might have one. But you must give me a story in a return. I love a good tale."
Grinning, he wagged his tail gently, hoping she would accept his trade off. If she had traveled the land in search of these stories, as he suspected she had by the lean look of her and how her red eyes seemed to hold a sharp hunger for knowledge, than maybe she knew something he wanted to know.
Needed to know.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 6:47 pm
Her eyes danced with amusement. A trade? Nothing free with this one. Well, she did not mind. She loved sharing tales as much as she did learning new ones. It was, after all, her path in life.
"A fair trade," she agreed. "But who begins?"
The shadowy femme eyed him. Though, he did seem hungry. Did she really want to put up with his grumbling stomach for the duration of their visit?
"Or perhaps we could enjoy a meal first. I am a bit hungry myself, and a tale always goes better with a full belly."
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 2:01 pm
Ashtiel Pantheres "A fully belly is preferable, but I fear the prey I was stalking has moved on. Let's have our tales, and cap off the story time with a good hunt and full bellies. We may even find more to talk about."
He lowered himself to his belly, stretching out on the sand and grass with the sun warming his back. He felt that he should start, but he did not know where to begin. So instead he asked her a question. "Have you ever heard of the Fate Sisters?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 2:02 pm
“Very well,” she agreed. It was not something that she had a strong enough opinion on to make a point of. The shadowy femme settled back on her haunches and fixed her crimson gaze on him, wondering where he would choose to start.
She hummed and flicked her tail. “I may have, but in name only.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 7:50 pm
"Good, than my only story will not be waste."
Stretching one final time, he let his body relax in the sun, his eyes fluttering closed as he recalled the past year. "The Fate Sisters are really a sight to behold. Born from madness and despair, they are a trio of sisters unlike any you've seen before. But it isn't their coloring that's special, nor do they have any extra limbs. Nothing physical sets them apart, really. There is just something about them, in their manner...But mostly in their eyes."
His own blue orbs opened then, meeting hers with an unblinking stare.
"Their eyes are deeper than the oceans. They hold more knowledge than a hundred, no...a thousand wolves should know."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 8:07 pm
"A story is never wasted," she argued. "For everyone has a different side to tell."
Hmm... Yes. She had noticed that those wolves were a little...different than most she had met. Not that she had gotten the chance to talk to them properly. Or at all, really. She was more interested in the history of the pack in general at the time, than the young ones with wise eyes.
"And what is it that their eyes see?" she wondered aloud as she met his stare. "It sounds to me like you have met these wolves. Would you tell me about it?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 11:13 pm
He pawed at his face, as if suddenly embarrassed to continue. "They could see the future. They knew what was coming for them."
Shaking himself as a shudder rippled through him, Phobos remembered the night he had cut himself from his brother's pack. Those three sisters had been too much for him, although he still missed innocent little Clotho, his mute niece. Lachesis, though...
And so he truly began his tale, starting from the beginning, when Deimos and himself were born into the world, what he remembered of his puphood after losing his brother and sister, believing himself to be an orphan for most of his life. When his sister's part of the tale came up, he still felt dirty remembering it, and what had happened. As Phobos told his intent listener about Moirai and Jahka, he wondered where the gray male was now, if he was even still alive. The abused wolf had been broken.
"In the end, she ran. The voices in her head turned her tail and we were left with her pups. It didn't surprise me that they grew to be...different. Anything born from that much pain and suffering is tainted."
But that was only part of his story, and by than the sky had begun to darken and his stomach rumbled louder than before. "Maybe I won't be able to tell this all in one sitting," he remarked, glancing at the setting sun before turning his gaze to Senka.
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