What's In A Past...?
What Is My Past?
Why am I wet? The little blue pup slowly opened her eyes. The light hurt, making her squint. Where am I? Looking around she saw a large plain of grass, flowers, and tall, wispy trees. Snaking through it all was a gray path. She was lying in a deep pool of water, soaked and cold. She weakly crawled out into the warming sun. Mommy? Daddy? She looked around again. She saw a human in white walking the path and- white filled her vision, soft and warm, yet also out of reach. She reached for the white, yearning to touch it, and- the white faded, becoming the sky. White. She was both comforted and scared by the white. She wanted it, but feared to get it. Confused about where she was and whatever white ment, she started crying. The human's head snapped around at her cry, catching sight of the moonlit. "You poor thing." The girl said. She picked up the pup and wrapped it in her coat. The little blue pup, too weak and hungry to fight, mewled sadly. The human smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. I know someone who will take care of you." The female ran the pup quickly to another human female. The new human squeaked with delight at the thought of a moonlit, then sighed, worried at the sight of the pup. "Thanks Blue. I'll take it from here." She took the moonlit inside and nursed her back to health. She quickly became strong and friendly, if a little distant. They soon became close friends, though the pup still lacked a name.
Some time later, her human came home sad. The pup cuddled with her to cheer her up. "What would I do without you?" Her human smiled, kissing the child's head. "You're so dear to me. You're like a little piece of heaven." She paused, thinking. A smile soon lit her face. Holding the blue pup close, she whispered, "I've finally got your name. Azure Valhalla. My blue heaven."
Chrissy Conundrum
**I won Chrissy in an rp contest, this is how it went:**
**I won Chrissy in an rp contest, this is how it went:**
Wolfie's RP PROMPT:
You have just sat down on the couch in the living room where the nest for the Duo resides and the little chicklet has hopped its way across the fabric and into your lap. Chrissy peeps playfully and you think that perhaps someone has judged this innocent young Duo wrong. Cupping your hands to pick it up you look the chick in the eyes and whisper to it, “I know who you really are.” She peeps again and you smile, knowing deep down that this one might be that special Moonlit you have been looking for. The depths of her eyes enchant you. One minute you are staring into the deep black eyes and the next you are in god aweful pain. You can’t see! My goodness it seems as if Chrissy has taken the opportunity to peck you in the eye. Temporarily blinded and near-howling, what happens now?
My Responce:
“Son-of-a-” I cursed loudly, dropping Chrissy back into my lap. She seemed to be chirping gleefully now, and repeated what I had just said while hopping along the couch. “So that’s what they were talking about.” I grumbled, glaring at her with my undamaged eye. Resisting the urge to squash the bugger then and there, I ran into the kitchen for an ice pack. I returned quickly to scold the little bird, but she wasn’t where I had left her. I spun around looking frantically for her, when I soon heard, “Over here Cyclops.” Looking up, I saw Chrissy had jumped over to the bookcase and had somehow gotten on top of it. Running over I reached up to get her. “How’d you get up there? You might fall.” Before I could firmly grasp her she pecked at my hand with both beaks. “OWW!” I yelped. She chirped excitedly, teasingly. “Maybe you should go find Jean Grey and get her to levitate me for you.” Repressing another string of curses, I wrapped my other hand in a thick blanket that was on the couch back and picked her off the bookcase. “You better be happy I don’t have laser eyes right now.” I growled. She tried pecking again, but couldn’t get through the blanket. Chirping angrily, Chrissy again repeated my earlier words. “You keep that up missy, I’ll put you back up there and tip the case over myself.” I snapped.
Chrissy may be a bird, but she was still only a chicklet and couldn’t yet fly. She considered her options, choosing to aim one last frustrated peep at me and quieted down, pouting in my grasp. “That’s better.” She's a quick learner. Is that why her speech is so good? Before setting her down, I took the small towel from around the ice pack, which by now was a cool water pack, and wrapped Chrissy neck to claws to keep her from jumping at me. She made it clear that she didn’t like it. “That is no way to talk to someone. Do you want me to insult and bite you?” Chrissy ignored me, looking away and peeping indignantly. Groaning, I leaned back on the couch and considered my own options. I could walk away and let someone else deal with the brat. I could drop her off deep in the forest. I could even squash her like I’d wanted to earlier. Well, she might find her way through the forest, in which case she could return and try to finish off my eye, and I didn’t think her parents would appreciate me squashing her. Shrugging, I picked Chrissy up, careful to keep my fingers away from her beaks or claws, and removed the towel. She was still pouting. “Get over it. If you don’t like being treated this way, you shouldn’t treat others so badly.” I said firmly, trying to not feel sorry for upsetting her, and also trying to not give her an adventure encouraging shove out the door. The blue chicklet didn’t look up. “It’s not that hard to choose being polite over injuring others.” Without thinking, I gave her a gentle pat on her head, set her in her nest, and turned to leave.
About two steps from the door I realized that she hadn’t bitten me. I turned back. Chrissy was settled in the nest, watching me. I returned her gaze, though I was one eye short since the one she had pecked was swelling and throbbed when I tried to open it. I thought of another option; I could raise her myself. I had been thinking about getting a duo-bird for some time. Shaking my head, I thought, This is just a one time thing. She’s only doing it to make you feel safe, then wham- she’ll go for the other eye. I turned back to the door, placing my hand on the knob. “Hey, Cyclops. Wait.” Groaning, I turned back. It was then that I thought to ask how she knew the X-men, but I didn’t. Chrissy was now standing with one head looking off to the side and the other glaring at me in annoyance through which she spoke to me in a not so harsh tone, though it still had the superiority factor clear as a bell. “You can’t go out with one eye. You’re a human. You’ll run into and break everything, which includes most likely me and my nest. I can’t let you bumble around like that.” She hopped over and gently nipped my toe. “Since I’m the only one here, I’ll have to be the one to make sure you don’t break anything. And you’re lucky it’s me because unlike the fuzz butts (wolves) and you humans, I have four eyes. Much better to see with.”
How did she learn to talk? I stared at the chicklet for some time, wondering why I didn’t just keep on walking, until she got impatient and snapped, “Well? Do you want my help or would you rather be chased out of the house for breaking everyone’s things?” I knew enough not to laugh at her. The truth is, I was having difficulty walking with one eye. I was also intrigued that she wanted to help me; whether or not it was for the reasons she had told me. “I would very much appreciate your assistance. I would also appreciate you not biting or cursing me anymore. In return, I won’t give you to my wolves as a new chew toy. I’ll also let you sleep in my room, where you will have food and your nest will be safely out of the way of my stumbly foot steps.” I carefully reached my uninjured hand to her. She looked at it, then up at my face. With an excited chirp, which she quickly smothered, she hopped into my hand without biting it. I stood back up and placed her on my shoulder. “It’s about time someone appreciated what I do here.” She huffed, ruffling her feathers. Rolling my eyes I headed for the kitchen, and another ice pack, with Chrissy clutching my shoulder, warning me nicely to not let the door smack me on the way through. Unable to help myself, I smiled. This is going to be a trip...
Zoey's Tale
They were arguing again. It was nothing new to the young Zoey. Her parents were always arguing about one thing or another. So what made Zoey huddle away in her corner of the den? The argument was about her. Usually, Zoey was able to leave and hide away until they inevitably made-up and calmed down. Tonight, each parent was trying to blame the other for the fact that their little daughter had yet to show the talent for an ability and were trying to make her pick a side. Suddenly, her mother turned harshly victorious eyes to Zoey, who was once again trying to sneak away. “What am I saying? All our other kids have abilities. She’s the problem herself!” Zoey froze in place, staring as her father turned to her with wide eyes. “You’re right.” He stomped over, followed closely by his mate, and got in his daughter’s face. “What? You afraid of having an ability?” Her mother: “Are you stupid? Don’t you want to be normal?” Zoey cringed, pressing herself against the wall, as if that would dampen the effect of their harsh words. “Leave me alone.” She begged quietly. They kept after her. Fear, shock, and hurt built up inside, until she felt that she would burst. Her mother took a swipe at her, and a flash of hot anger pushed her over the top. “STOP IT!” She shrieked, feeling a strange energy radiate from herself. She stared in shock as her parents froze in their places, panic growing on their faces. They barked tonelessly, stumbling blindly around the den. Then she realized that she couldn’t smell anything. Crying fearfully, Zoey ran to her small bed deep in the cave. ‘Was that me?’ She wondered. A small part of her was happy. She did have an ability! But mostly she was scared. What kind of ability was it? Mom and dad were going to be angry again…
When their senses returned, her parents stared in what might be called disgust at their daughter. They huddled near the cave opening, muttering and glancing back at her often. One of Zoey’s sisters chose that moment to enter the cave. Their mother quickly grabbed the sister and whispered fiercely to her. Jaw dropped, the sister stared at Zoey, then at her parents. Suddenly, she giggled wildly and ran, mother glaring after her. Zoey tilted her head. “Mommy?” She said quietly. Mommy just turned the glare to her. “Quiet."
Though her parents tried to keep the incident a secret, by the next week everyone in the pack and a few surrounding ones knew what had happened, thanks to Zoey’s sister most likely. Zoey only knew two types of wolves after that; those who ignored/avoided her, and those who teased her. Soon after the word had spread, Zoey was running home after getting teased by some of the other children and bearing a few ability attacks. She ran in, her view blurred by tears, and collapsed onto… the hard ground? She blinked a few times. Where was her bed? She looked around. The cave was empty… They had left! Without her! She lay on the ground and stared. They moved away. Away from her. Instead of sadness or fear, the young pup felt anger bubbling up inside. Right there, she told herself that she would never allow herself to become a dependant on others again. Why care for someone when they can so easily leave?
The next day, a wolf her age stopped by the den. He had been a friend of Zoey's, before his parents had banned him from seeing her. He told her that he had heard his parents saying that she was cursed, and that's why everyone was being weird. But that was all he knew, and he left quickly to avoid getting caught being with her. 'Cursed...' Zoey left that wolf community afterward, opposite the path her family had taken, and wandered thus; independent, and alone. She eventually grew into adulthood, still not quite knowing what had happened that night. Eventually she was found by Cori (before I became Corny), and decided it would be alright to rejoin a group now. No one here would know her. So she settled in, keeping herself removed from the others, remembering her own words…
{{Zoey’s curse explained: Zoey’s parents always argued. No control over their emotions. This curse was given to their daughter, who would inevitably be affected by their arguing, in an attempt to get them to control their emotions.}}
{{The circles on her side have a meaning now!! They represent what her curse was supposed to do, bring her parents/family together. Now it also means bringing others together in general.}}
Breaking The Rules... And Loving It!
**I won Igraine in an RP contest, here was my entry:**
**I won Igraine in an RP contest, here was my entry:**
Igraine was flopped lazily in the common room. Ugh! This was so boring! Father just wanted her out of the way and safe. She groaned and rolled over. Safe from what?! He never told her what she was supposed to be hiding from, and it was starting to irritate her. Don’t go outside, he says. It’s not safe to be alone out there, he says. And of course her guardian would listen to him. Do as your father says. She rolled back onto her belly and ruffled her fur. “But he must have his reasons..” She thought out loud to herself. She hopped onto the couch and looked out at the woods. They seemed so wondrous to her. She was born out there after all. How bad could it be? She remembered the walk through the woods with her brother and sister. And mother. She frowned and hopped back down, still bored, and now brooding about their mother.
Then Lessandria suddenly jumped into the room, then whined and turned back toward the door. Igraine looked up curiously, tilting her head. She heard their father’s muted voice filter into the room, but she couldn’t understand any words. The door shut, and Lessandria stuck her tongue out at the door. “Stay here. Pft! I want to know what that was!” She barked at the door. When she noticed Igraine, her eyes lit up and she ran over. “Hey! I heard something is causing trouble outside, then father told me to come here. He’s probably going out with the knights to fight it. Wanna go see?” Igraine frowned. “Daddy said to stay. Didn’t he.” Lessandria snorted. “So? Now Igraine, I know you don’t like being stuck inside. Neither do I. And if all the knights are there, we'll be perfectly safe. We won’t even get too close. They'll be too busy to notice us anyway.” Igraine frowned. She was tired of being kept inside, and she was now curious about what was going on… “Allright.” She said with a nod. “But only for a tiny bit. In and out.” Lessandria nodded enthusiastically. “Of course. They won’t even know we left!” Lessandria bounced over to the corner window and pushed at the lock. They had discovered a while ago that the lock was broken, and could easily be opened from the inside by them. Flashing a happy glance back, her sister jumped out the window. After half a second more of hesitation, Igraine followed the red girl out the window.
It felt so nice to be outside, and without father or Journey watching her every move. After indulging herself in the ever- tempting mud puddle, she squealed happily and ran after her sister. Lessandria looked back and rolled her eyes. “You’re so odd sister. And hush! We don’t know how close they are.” Lessandria slunk around, and Igraine followed. “I hear them!” Lessandria said excitedly. The sisters crawled forward as quickly as they could. Rounding a rock, they were just in time to see Atreyu and the knights chasing off a couple mean looking wolves. “Aww! We missed the whole thing!” Lessandria whined. Igraine was still watching the chase. How often did father do stuff like that? It looked… dangerous. It looked… exciting! Now she knew why her sister wanted to be in the sitting room so much. They got to do stuff like this! She felt more energy than when she had drunk that bottle of Mountain Dew last week! “Come on. We should get back before they do.” Lessandria sighed in disappointment and nodded.
Reaching the room, they found their brother, Mordred, sitting in the center of the room with a mischievous smirk on his maw. “Ooh! I’m telling Atreyu you went outside! Following after him will get you in big trouble.” While Lessandria gasped and tried to think of an excuse to tell Atreyu, Igraine marched up to Mordred with a determined look in her eyes. “Father will wonder how you knew we followed him.” She said threateningly. Mordred gapped at her, as did Lessandria. “You wouldn’t dare…” He glared at his little sister. Igraine stuck her jaw out. “Try me.” Mordred looked at her a moment longer before smirking in satisfaction. “There may be hope for you yet little sister.” He shook his head at Lessandria in mock disappointment, spared another grin for Igraine, the turned for the door, which opened up right when he reached it. Dagger stuck his head in. “You may come out now kids.” Mordred slunk quickly out, while Lessandria warily watched Igraine, who hadn’t moved yet. ‘Mordred smiled at me.’ She thought, biting her lip. ‘I can’t turn into him! Don’t forget what you saw outside.’ She gave Lessandria a confident smile, and quickly followed after Dagger.
Journey’s Tale
Journey was just a child when she met Rex, who was a child himself. Big for his age, Rex was an average bully; teasing and pushing and wrestling those smaller or weaker than himself. But when he tried to push Journey, it was to his great surprise when the little girl pushed right back. From then on his focus was on harassing the tough gray female. He spent his free time following, teasing, and taunting Journey. Journey did her best to ignore Rex, which seemed to only make him more determined.
As they grew, Rex’s focus on Journey changed. Teasing turned into complimenting. Shoving into mud turned into offers of flowers. Journey still wanted nothing to do with him. She pretended to not hear his compliments and turned her nose up at the flowers. She even tossed treats into the nearby river. But Rex was persistent on this point.
One day, Journey suddenly fell seriously ill. The healers thought she wouldn’t last through the week. Rex never left her side, and when the healers and elders gave up, continued nursing her. To everyone’s surprise, Journey pulled through and was walking around by the next week. Even then, she still tried to refuse Rex. No way had that really been him taking such tender care of her! But the difference between feverish hallucination and reality sunk in, and she knew the truth. During that long week, Rex and Journey had become bound together. She wondered how she had missed his growth from an immature puppy to a strong and driven adult and she allowed Rex to court her, their love for each other growing more and more by the day. Unfortunately, they didn’t have long together.
Winter had come, and food was abnormally scarce. With the pack nearly starving, Rex decided to lead a group into the deep woods in hopes of finding some game, promising to return within the month. Journey watched as her dearest love left with other males of the pack, confident of his return. She passed the long month by dreaming of when he would come home. Maybe he would ask her to be his mate. If he didn’t, she would! But one month stretched into two, and two into three. The pack decided they could wait no longer on the hunters and left for warmer climates, but Journey refused to go. Rex had promised to return, and she believed he would. By the spring, Journey was still alone, and food had still not returned. She was forced to leave and she traveled for many months, always searching for a sign of Rex.
It was a travel-weary Journey who found the moonlit mansion. She felt she could voyage no more, and took up with one of the packs there. But still, she held out hope for the male who was connected to her heart. She would wait here for Rex, sure that he would hear of this place and come for even just a rest, and he would find her.
Meditation Is Key...
On an isolated shore lined with rocks and hardy wild flowers, a pack of moonlit wolves lived a quiet and happy lifestyle. In this pack, a lucky couple was expecting their first litter. From this litter arrived three beautiful pups. The two boys were calm and the picture of perfect pups that the pack adored. The girl, however, had a set of lungs that could be heard from one end of the beach to the other. Of course, this was unacceptable behavior! As soon as the girl was weaned, the parents sent her off to the local school where they sent all the problem pups. Men in flowing robes and somber faces took her in. Her life was meager and minimal. Her days were full with lessons on meditation. It took a while, but by her childhood, she had calmed to her pack’s expectations, though refused to go home. This was her home now. She accepted why she was sent here, and felt it best to stay.
In time, the men discovered her ability to sense the feelings of others. She knew how someone felt and how to react without error. The men were enthralled, asking her many questions. But a quiet had been drilled into the child, and she would rarely speak. Disappointed, they sent her on a mission. The pup still had some growing to do, they felt. They sent her to search the deep woods for “guidance,” an epiphany if you will, with the belief that it would help her find a balance for talking at an acceptable level. In the woods, she only grew more silent from the lack of interaction.
She travelled deeper and deeper; until she went so far she actually came out the other side near a town. A dog catcher found the ragged child, claiming her as a stray. She didn’t protest when he took her to the pound, used to a hard bed. At least she had fresh food and water. Every day many people peered into her cage, talking and gibbering at her. Her lack of reacting to them, due to her meditative mindset, made her unattractive to the young families looking for a pet. But one young woman came back to her. She’d go through the rows, but always returned to the one pup. The pup didn’t make a sound when she was pulled gently from the cage. She was actually surprised at the care she was suddenly receiving. The box had a thick, luxurious blanket to lie on. It was warm and comfortable, encouraging sleep.
When she woke, the human was picking her up from the box and carrying her toward a giant house. She looked up as the human scratched her ears and spoke in a warm voice. “Welcome to your new home, Halcyon.”
