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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 8:21 pm
Alirien does spare a glance towards their Captain and the other, before easily ignoring it. Let the man fend for himself. he probably deserved whatever he was getting up there anyway, and therefor it served him right in the first place. A quirk of the lip is returned at Angel's response to his comment. Just from that little pause then, she must not agree with the word around. Well then. "If you survive, then you're good enough. It's the ones that miss and die for it that fail in the end." And of course he'd be putting his money down and betting that most of those were men as well. "But yes, practice is never a bad thing. I usually prefer to do mine as it gets a bit darker. Not dark enough to hinder my aim, but enough that it gets adrenaline going that little bit more and missing is that much easier." That, and the flash at the end of the gun was more visible in dimmer light. It was a reassuring thing. A misfire never gave that flash of confidence.
Gold Dust sends just a brief glance up to her rider before focusing again on the other wolf. Ali's conversation wasn't anything of interest at the moment. Yes, my morning has been quite enjoyable. Once I woke a certain rider. She chuckles lightly and easily ignores the small bit of annoyance that Alirien sends her way. So he didn't enjoy waking before the run, that didn't mean she should have enjoyment from dropping a little clump of snow onto his chest to force him to do it anyway. It is a nice morning for enjoying the clear weather. Oh yes, Dust was definitely a fan of the cool air and being outdoors in it as much as possible. Spring and summer were hardly as nurturing, even if they didn't have those battles to worry about.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 2:43 pm
Eustace sighed heavily. There was no way that after all that, he was worried about her workload. Either he was still wetting himself over the gun or he was completely selfless. Even with her suspicion dwindling, she wasn't about to take that leap of faith. Eustace didn't blame him for being scared. That was a completely natural reaction to near-death experiences, especially when the threat was still very much alive. "It is," Eustace replied, humoring him. "But I insist." She would have started walking, assuming that he would follow, but she had absolutely no illusions about loyalty or respect. If she did that, he'd likely run off while she wasn't looking. Then again, Clyde should know that there was nowhere to run. As soon as she realized that he'd run off, Eustace would find him and, despite his injuries, give him a good month of night watch duty. Even Keahi would understand the reason for that punishment and if the woman came running to his rescue again, she would find herself on the receiving end.
Eustace rubbed the bridge of her nose between her eyes. Maybe she should have stayed in her office. Too many things were going wrong today. It was making her do mean things and that was really unlike her. Granted, with the title of Captain hanging over her head, she couldn't just be nice, but generally she had no reason to go contemplating punishments. Well, when she was in her right mind, anyway. Eustace looked over to Keahi. Was she still here? "You are dismissed." There were perks to beng the Captain, such as the biggest barrack and her own office, but this rank was aging her prematurely. She felt like a mother with many children. Their behavior was never thought of as their own fault, but the fault of the parents. Eustace would be damned if she wasn't going to give them a good spanking every now and again to let them know who was boss. Eustace walked a little ways in the direction of the infirmary before turning back to make sure Clyde would follow.
Assured that the danger of the situation by the tree was gone, LunarFlare turned his attention back to Peppermint and Firemoon. You two will race first. I will race whoever wins. With that, he sat and looked toward the track. You may begin. Really, it wouldn't matter who won. He would beat either one of them. LunarFlare didn't think Firemoon particularly cared who she raced. After all, when she had challenged him, he was the only one on the field. It was likely some attempt to escape from her boredom. He knew how that felt. Lunar didn't have much to do in the winter other than lounge about on the training field or in the den. It was pretty boring when there weren't hunting or training sessions to busy himself with.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 6:42 pm
During the whole incident, Peppermint had her eye on her rider. The guy may not be as social as he once was, but he most certainly still held himself like a sergeant. The fact that they had transferred forts had done nothing to waver how he felt about leaders. The female wolf did not want either of them getting in trouble for how Dylan would react to how the captain decided to show her position. Lucky for her, he didn’t move. Just merely observed which allowed Pepper to calm down a bit. Dylan, just wait a bit. I have to race Firemoon, she told him. Truthfully, she didn’t think she would win. The only reason she had this train of thought in her mind was because being as small as she was, the obstacles would slow her down a great deal.
Turning her line of sight back towards the older female wolf, the snowy red wolf stretched a bit. Let us start the race, Firemoon, she said calmly. Moving to the track, she bent down into her starting position. From the looks of it, she would have the advantage till about the second or third obstacle. From there on, it would be about even. On the count of three. One, two, three! With the last count, she was off in a blur of red and white. Peppermint didn’t hold out the spaces between each number. No, if she won, she would win fair and square. Paws threading across the ground, the wolf pushed herself up and over the first wolf that came in her way. She was going to give it a good shot.
Dylan hadn’t bothered to reply to his partner’s words. His gaze still lingered on the trio and the albino wolf. Still, out of the side of his eye he watched his bonded glide through the frigid winter air. Turning his head so that his bold orange eyes were watching Pepper, the Private did something extremely rare, yet incredibly beautiful. He allowed his eyes to soften and let a smile grace his features for once. Of course it was done unconsciously, and if he was lucky, the other three riders would be too preoccupied by each other to notice.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:28 pm
Hearing that she had to race Peppermint first, made her wonder what the Alpha was thinking. Did he just want to know who was better between the two, or was it something else. Yet, this means she would have to beat the former-beta, before going up against Lunarflare. She did have more reasons to race him, then just because he was the only one around. Even if she did win the race with Peppermint, she will be tried from it too. That made her wonder if he was too scare to challenge one of his gammas when they were at full strength. Well, whatever his thinking is, she will probably never know.
Firemoon went over to the starting line, when Peppermint said something. Right now, the she-wolf had enter a mood of silently, turning all of her attention to this, hopefully, first race. Nodding in agreement to starting at the count of three, Firemoon's muscles tighten ready to spring. The dark female took of only a moment after Peppermint. The black paws pounded on the ground in thunderist wave as she tore across the field. At first Firemoon trailed behind, but she started to get ahead as they started to meet the obstacles.
Keahi saluted and backed away when she was dismissed. She walked a little ways, before finding a wall to lead against. Her head went back as she let of a sigh. She started to wonder if she did the right thing. If the Captain did shoot, then bullet would have missed, but that was a big if and she didn't think any of them knew that. She rubbed her head, as she lifted it off the wall. For now she will just watch Firemoon race, before heading off to the Captain's office.
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:47 pm
Clyde could see he was backed into a corner, and all he could do was graciously accept it. To argue with a woman was nothing but an exercise in futility. And he especially knew that he wasn't getting out of this when she 'insisted'. His cousins had 'insisted' on things, they had never ended in his favor. But cooperation was his only option, so with a sympathetic look to Keahi who had gotten herself into trouble to help him, he followed after his Captain. He made no move to try and hurry to catch up to her, his focus was more on persisting despite the shooting pain down his right leg every time he put weight on it. By the time he caught up to Eustace part of him was beginning to wonder if he was going to make it to the infirmary, but he was even more worried that Eustace would take his inability to keep up as some sort of insubordination or escape-attempt.
Now that the gun was no longer threatening his life Clyde glanced back down at the sketch book. Some of it had gotten smudged in scuffle but nothing he couldn't easily fix. As he caught up to Eustace he examined her for a moment, hopefully not long enough to make her think he was staring or anything, before examining the notebook before him again. Part of him couldn't help but wonder where the Eustace he had seen what seemed like so long ago had gone. The young woman who had Apprenticed to first Calla and then Angel. And at what point did she turn into such an over-bearing Captain?
No, that wasn't the word he was looking for. Some people were born leaders, others had leadership thrust upon them. But Clyde couldn't quite decide which of these Eustace was. She had been Captain for such a short time, and without a lieutenant to help her, that to judge her so soon wasn't fair. Clyde found the concept interesting, and as he ran the words and possibilities over in his head he walked on in silence, having lapsed back into his own world so easily.
Spiritfeather walked patiently beside her Bonded, and though the tension had weakened considerably in the air she continued to eye the Captain warily. She did not enjoy the concept of attacking someone, wolf or human, but if they endangered Clyde she was no afraid to. She looked towards her rider with a soft gleam in her blood red eyes. Already he had lapsed into thoughts and she had to guide him in the proper direction with gentle flicks of her tail. Vaguely she scanned over his mind, somewhat surprised by the contents of his current contemplation. Change fascinated Clyde certainly, he had dragged her out to the same hilltop six times one year to sketch out the differences, but usually they were physical changes that could be tracked. No, this time he was contemplating mental changes, something gradual and much harder to pin-point. He would only lead himself in circles thinking this way, but if that was the path he wanted to follow she would be diligently beside him as he did so.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:33 am
"Do they really? Perhaps they are the best of us all. The greatest teachers among us." Angel's head titled slightly, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder before continuing down to brush Willowpelt's back lightly. Death was a wonderful teacher and a cruel master. It taught all who danced in the ever narrowing spiral of life to appreciate the time they had. Most didn't of course. But the riders and wolves that died had died not in vain but to teach the ones still living a lesson. By their deaths and mistakes others learned and lived. But no one could live forever, no matter how good they were on the battlefield. One day, they might just miss a shot, or might underestimate the distance between them and their target and it would be over in an instant. Would they have failed then? Or would they serve as a lesson to the others that lived on? Shrugging off the slightly dark thoughts as she felt Willowpelt rumble through her mind, she gave a slightly forced smile. Practicing in the dark always provided extra challenges, but then so did practicing in the freezing rain. Something she didn't do often but when she did it always left her disturbed and oddly cold. And it wasn't just the rain either. In the rain she missed shots, some that seemed a bit too easy to hit under other conditions. It was the distance from her to where those targets lay that disturbed her the most. If any of them had been a centipede she would be dead. Very, very dead. Dark thoughts, dark little thoughts that she didn't want. Not now, not ever.
Amusement danced through the gray wolf, though he merely flicked one ear in the direction of the humans and barely hid a grin at Angel's near indignant tone. Oh yes, a difference of opinions between the two riders? Perhaps it would be something of interest that would drag her out of her sullen mood. Returning his attention to Gold Dust he gave his near customary wolfish grin. He knew how hard it was to get riders out of their beds, when one wanted them to be up. He'd had to drag Angel out into the snow on many occasions just to wake her up. Granted those times had usually gained him a couple dozen snow balls to the head. Angel could be an absolute darling sometimes, but when one woke her up before she wanted to be woken up she was violent. Sometimes it takes the winter ice for us to truely appreciate how fortunate we are. His voice dropped a notch, as his head turned to glance at the bare snow covered trees. Come spring all this ice would melt, and while it would be time to be on guard again, there would also be flowers and new growth. An endless cycle, but a cycle none the less. Winter brought with it a time to reflect on what had happened over the course of the spring and summer, to mourn those who had been lost and to welcome the first pups born for the winter. A slight sigh escaped him, Angel's mood was starting to ruin his own. Something that was unfortunate but sadly frequent during the winter.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:17 pm
Assured that Clyde was following, Eustace continued along the path to the Infirmary. Getting far enough away from the training field that the noise was much less intense, she paid attention to the private's footfalls. She couldn't have him running away on her, after all. Though, hearing his steps, something like that didn't seem likely. It sounded labored, as if he was struggling to keep up. She supposed that it couldn't be helped after what happened. After all, he had been pushed up against a tree. His back wouldn't be the only thing injured. Eustace wondered why he didn't just ride Spiritfeather. It would definitely put less strain on his leg, whichever one was currently in pain. Then again, it had been the wolf's fault he was injured in the first place. Given, Eustace had provoked her. Regardless, there was a possibility that Clyde was upset with her and refused her help. It didn't seem logical if that was the case. Spiritfeather had only been trying to protect him... And Clyde had only been trying to doodle something in his notebook before Eustace showed up and caused trouble. Anger didn't have any need to be rational, it seemed, and in that trait, it looked like he and Eustace were similar. If only in a small way, it made her feel like she and Clyde were similar.
She turned around. If he was having that much trouble, then she would help him. After all, Eustace wasn't completely heartless. If she was, New Eve would be in chaos right now. For example, the paperwork was enough to drive anyone insane and without a Lieutenant to take some of the load off, she had had to pull several all-nighters just to get them done on time. Not to mention, she pored over documents and battle tactics over and over until her eyes bled just to be sure she didn't screw things up when spring came again. That was partially what made Eustace so angry about people who didn't appreciate or simply disrespected her. Whatever reason they had, Eustace didn't think that any one of them would envy her the work involved. Whatever self-righteous thoughts that they had about how the Captain should be were irrelevant. It wasn't their place to say and it definitely wasn't their place to get in her way. Eustace knew that people wouldn't get away with that in White Shadow, not with Calla there. She would have to find a way to get in touch with her again, maybe go over to White Shadow and ask for some pointers whenever she had free time. That wouldn't be all, of course. Eustace missed her too. The thought of talking to Calla brought a nostalgic smile to her face. She had momentarily forgotten where she was, not thinking that Clyde would see.
In a split second, however, she was reminded and her mind immediately went back to the situation at hand. "Will you need any help walking?" It was a bit late to ask something like that, but before, Eustace hadn't realized that his leg had been injured. "I realize that you may not want my help, but it would be pointless to injure yourself further because of that." This statement could be taken one of two ways. Either as a result of not accepting her help, he would unintentionally hurt himself or she would hurt him if he didn't. Of course, the latter was ridiculous. If Eustace wanted to hurt him more, she would have insisted that his wolf didn't accompany them. Without a rifle, it wasn't like she could take them both on. Even if he assumed the latter, it was actually kind of flattering. If he thought that she could fight off a wolf with her bare hands, then her job was done. Another momentary smile, easily replaced with that familiar mask. Eustace offered him her left hand. "Well?"
While the two wolves were focused on their race, LunarFlare slinked off toward Willowpelt and GoldDust. The other two could think what they wanted, but he didn't feel like racing either of them at the moment. His original intent had been to have one race the other and wait a bit before racing the winner. As appealing as the thought had been before, if the behavior of their riders' reflected on them at all, then that was something he didn't want to deal with. That situation had put him in a bad mood and as much as he wanted to protect his pack, he couldn't help himself if one of them got in his way when he was angry. Lunar approached the two wolves, nodding to each of them individually and glancing to each human, acknowledging their presence. Greetings GoldDust, Willowpelt. I trust your morning went well, he said, not expecting any long replies. It was a dull entrance, but Lunar had nothing important to talk about with them. Excluded from the spectacle a minute ago, I expect it went swimmingly, in fact. He would likely find some way to punish Spiritfeather later. She did not harm Eustace, but that was no excuse for threatening her. LunarFlare supposed that he would give her a good talking to. Warnings, maybe a threatening growl or two to show her he meant business. Trifle things, less than a slap on the wrist. The punishment would likely be worse for a repeated offense, however.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:01 pm
That response certainly catches Ali's attention. Alright, he wasn't really expecting something along those lines. "It all depends on how you look at it. Do they really teach, or the events around what caused them to fail survival teach? Of course.. if it ends up being a weapon malfunction to cause the end, what can you do." A shame their rifles couldn't have that nice cushion of being perfectly, one-hundred percent reliable. If a rifle never had a misfire in its lifetime it was a miracle. "But then, that's what we have numbers for. As much as I dislike some members of the fort, we do rely on each other in those situations." And a grudge could be set aside until they were back int he relative safety of the fort. Or winter, if he could have the luxury of not seeing their faces too often until their 'off' time.
Gold Dust does glance between their riders for a moment, judging whether or not she needed to give Ali a good tug down into the snow to keep his mouth shut, but decides to leave it be for now. It was only different opinions, not an argument. Her attention once more on the male, she nods her head with her own little grin in return. If not the ice, a nice trip to the floor for a more solid waking up. But the ice was a nicer way to go about it. At least in her opinion; Ali personally hated both equally but his opinion didn't matter in that instance. Ears p***k lightly forward at him for the sigh. Seems you're not all here in the present.
The arrival of their alpha snags her attention away a moment, and she dips her head with the due respect. Greetings yourself. Her tail flicks in faint amusement on his choice of words for their morning. Oh, yes. As well as one can swim through frozen water. It would be that difficult to wake lazy riders for the sun some days.
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:25 pm
Eustace didn't seem to be slowing down and Clyde didn't want to be left behind so he forced himself to pick up the pace. Clyde had never felt more cornered in his life and he was terrified. Sure his cousins had always had him backed into corners and dominating over him, but his cousins hadn't been his commanding officer and armed. Or, she might be armed. Clyde could never be sure around here, there were plenty of other weapons that could be easily concealed. The other day he had seen a girl on the training field with a bow and rapier, and Calla had been known for her twin pistols and various other hidden weapons. Anyone could be armed around here and still manage to look completely innocent. Or, as innocent as trained military personnel could look. As Clyde scuttled along behind his Captain he almost didn't notice when she turned to wait for him. He would not have noticed at all had she not smiled, but the smile drew his attention out of his own thoughts and onto her immediately. It was the same gentle smile he'd caught for just a moment earlier. A discreet glance back to his notebook told him he had marked it down almost perfectly.
But the next time he looked up the smile was gone. An odd sadness swept over Clyde, but it was momentary before a stabbing pain through his ankle brought him back to reality. He was beginning to think it was more than just sore. That would be just his luck. Assaulted by his Captain for reasons he still didn't know, spraining his ankle, and causing quite the spectacle on the training field all in the span of what could have been half an hour at most. On top of the fact that he was already out of shape and with spring coming on soon he was going to have to pick his training regiment back up, something he obviously couldn’t do if he actually had sprained his ankle. They always said bad things came in threes, and in this situation that seemed to be the case. He could only hope it wasn't to bad and would heal up quickly, not including the wooden shrapnel he could feel catching on his shirt each time it moved and ripping at his skin. One of his few interactions with the Captain and he'd pissed her off and made an utter fool of himself in the process. He should never have left his barracks.
About to slip into a nice little bit of self-pity for awhile he suddenly found he had caught up to Eustace. At first he was rather shocked, was she offering to help him? And he was perfectly willing to accept until she held out her hand. At that point instinct kicked in and he shied away, expecting her to break his arm or attempt to hit him in some manner. But that didn't seem to be her goal, and he was lulled back into peace by her smile. It was just a flicker again, but how luck was he to have seen their stern Captain's smile thrice in one morning? Won in Clyde accepted the hand gratefully, he wasn't sure how long his ankle was going to be able to hold him up anyway. "Thank you." Clyde smiled at her, unlike Eustace he made no attempt to hide himself, "I have suspicions that I've managed to sprain my ankle."
A wolfish smirk crossed Spiritfeather's face just briefly. She knew what was running through his mind and she knew what was running through his subconscious. She also knew her rider would be fine now. As the pair caught up to Eustace and Clyde accepted her help Spiritfeather locked eyes directly with Eustace. It was a warning, 'if you hurt him I'll know' but at the same time it was blessing, 'you can do something about him. Do it' whether or not Eustace would understand either of these things she would never know. Without a word to her rider she turned away from them, giving Clyde a gentle flick with her tail before walking away. She would head back to the training field. After all, there might still be time to catch the tail end of that race.
When the albino female arrived back at the field it seemed the race was still going on. Curious as to the outcome she settled herself down away from the group, she considered f or a moment joining them but she was certain that after the previous occurrences the Alpha would not wish to have her present. She was content with merely observing anyway.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 2:27 am
Just as Eustace was about to help Clyde to the Infirmary, her eyes locked with Spiritfeather's. At first, she wanted to assure her again that she meant no harm, though she hardly saw where that would do any good in the wolf's case. First impressions were always the most important and they were rarely, if ever, good. Well, it didn't seem like the wolf was angry, at least. Although it was only a momentary thing, the look she had gotten from her was both comforting and disturbing at the same time. It made her shudder. Whatever it was, instinct or some unconscious understanding, Eustace nodded. It just seemed like the right thing to do, even though she didn't have any idea what the she-wolf was thinking or trying to convey. Spiritfeather seemed to accept her now, though, which was a rather quick and unexpected development what with the gun threats and the injuries. She was thankful, but it begged the question about what had caused it. As Spiritfeather left, Eustace decided that she wouldn't ask about it. She wouldn't get an answer anyway and considering her lack of a weapon and LunarFlare's current location, it wasn't like she could beat or threaten the information out of them. That and she wouldn't even think about doing something like that to one of the fort's precious privates anyway. Of course she wouldn't.
Finally, Eustace responded to Clyde's words, though she had little to add to the conversation, "Let us hope that it's fully healed before spring starts. We can't afford to be short any riders." Eustace took Clyde's right hand with her left and wrapped it around her shoulder so that he could use her as a crutch. As an extra precaution, she wrapped her arm around his waist so that she could support his weight by herself if she needed to. Just before making contact, she thought that it would be better if she went lower. She didn't want to aggravate the injury on his back doing something silly like holding too high. Eustace placed her arm around his hips instead. This way, if he fainted, she would be able to carry him there more easily than if he had been walking by himself. Eustace wouldn't fault him for fainting. Admittedly, it had happened to her many times as an apprentice, though she would never admit it now. There were small things like close proximity to an attractive male or injuries like a sprained ankle or a fractured bone that did the trick. More often than not, it was the former. It was a good thing that she didn't have that problem still. That was all she was going to think on that subject.
"Is this all right?" She asked, seeing if it would be efficient and at least a little comfortable. "Will you be able to walk like this?" If this was too difficult, then she could always just help balance him while he hopped on one foot to the infirmary. Oh, that would be wonderfully humorous. Although Eustace tried to keep from laughing, her expression betrayed her with a small, barely noticeable smile. Even while he was injured, his potential for entertainment was quite high. If he ever did something worthy of punishment (and after being threatened with a gun, Eustace doubted it would happen), she would have to give him the newly formed Jester duty. Even Eustace needed a good laugh every now and again.
Lunar raised his brow. Curious, he mused, tilting his head to the side a bit. I've never had that problem. Oh yes, this was one of those "my human is better than your human" things. It was true, Eustace was so intent on making a good impression, having that good appearance, that she rarely woke up late and when she did, it took little prodding for her to panic and rush around the room to get ready. But LunarFlare didn't put much stake in that. Humans were strange creatures regardless of what their usually far more wise wolf companions did to keep them out of trouble. Their behavior hardly reflected on the wolf that they were bonded to. To put it bluntly, what he said had been a joke.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 5:55 pm
Peppermint wasn’t stupid. No, as they were racing she saw that LunarFlare had gotten up and left. However, she wasn’t going to chase after him. No, as a former Beta she just let it go. Instead, she pushed herself harder to get Firemoon to move faster and to push the older wolf. If she won or not didn’t matter to her. At the moment, she just felt the urge to rip off LunarFlare’s head. He had agreed for a race, called her out and then left. She did not react well to those who thought that just because they were at the top, they could just do whatever they wanted. All the anger was traveling to her legs, pushing the red and white wolf forward. One day, one day I’m going to force him to the ground for his attitude, she told her partner who only smirked and laughed at her words.
However, Dylan really did not appreciate having his bonded race for no apparent reason. Both the Captain and Alpha were annoying him to no end today, and it would ruin his few better days. Still, he knew better than to front an Alpha or any wolf for that matter. It was like sending one’s self to a doom of being chewed up, scratched up and being sat on and squished to death. None of those were very appealing to the former Sergeant. It’s fine by me if you do, just make sure it’s when he isn’t Captain, alright? This sentence earned him a small humph which made him grab at his sides as he tried to stop laughing. After managing to calm down, he soaked up the fact that the two wolves were nearing the end of their little sprint. Peppermint was keeping up well despite the obstacles. No, a former Beta never slacked off. They always pushed the other wolves to the limit.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 6:32 pm
Gold Dust watches the alpha a moment before nodding a few times and going along with the strain of talk. Then such a lucky soul you are indeed. It isn't often but my Ali needs to be reminded that the sun has risen when it should have, and he did not. Some days it really did seem as if she were nothing more than a glorified alarm clock; with teeth, claws, and more brains than the human sleeping there. Of course she would always have more brains than Ali, that was a natural given.
((Will just have to post again for when the Shika muse lives, but couldn't leave a conversation hanging. x3 ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 3:17 pm
Ah yes, the rifles were always such unreliable things when one needed them most. A misfire here. A misfire there. What did it matter during drills? They were after all just drills. Out on the battlefield it was a matter of life and death. Even if there was another rider nearby. "Perhaps. Perhaps." She murmurred with a slight shrug. There wasn't anything one could really do if their weapon misfired other than hope the wolf under them was fast enough to get them out of danger or that someone was close enough to aid them. Conversations such as these were the main reason why Angel didn't have much of a liking for winter. During the spring and summer she didn't have time to let these idle thoughts drag her into such a depressed funk, winter was a whole 'nother story. Snorting in amusement at the next comment, she reached up to brush her hair away from her face as a gust of wind drove stray strands into her eyes. She'd have to cut it again, sometime. It was either that or keep it permanently braided. "I do believe those numbers have been the saving grace of many riders, myself included. Alas, I must agree with you as far as disliking members of the fort, but what can one do but ignore them, no?"
Willowpelt merely rumbled in agreement at Gold Dust's observation. It was true, he wasn't completely here at the moment but he could credit Angel with most of that. The woman just had a way of killing any good mood he had going during the winter. Resisting the urge to roll his shoulders and thus drag Angel from her perch on his back, his attention instead drifted away from the humans to the alpha. Head dipping as much as it could without unseating Angel, the gray wolf regarded the alpha for a moment before replying. Greetings to you as well. A curious p***k of his ears was the only motion that could be seen from the male as he listened to the shift of conversation and merely let out a slight chuckle. Humans were odd things, quite brainless at times if you had to ask any good wolf. But amusing nonetheless. He could on one paw, that is if had any fingers to count on, the number of times Angel had awoken with the sun and he hadn't had to drag her out of bed. Despite her violence.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:28 pm
Dumbfounded by Spiritfeather's sudden change of attitude, and completely ignored even though he knew she heard his quizzical thoughts, Clyde had no idea how to explain the odd behavior to Eustace. She didn't seem to look to him for answers though, simply nodding at the wolf before Spirit turned and disappeared. Thankfully though it didn't seem as though she'd taken Spirit's actions the wrong way, simply picking up their conversation from before. Clyde felt no response was necessary though, as all that needed to be said had been. What was the use in finishing a conversation that had long ago closed after all? So he simply allowed her to position him how she pleased to be able to aid him better. That was, until her hands started to drift lower.
It didn't take long for Clyde to turn a shade rivaling a nice, ripe tomato. Forcing himself to look away, but not before he caught a glimpse of another smile, Clyde commenced to stare very intently at the ground. Was she doing this on purpose? Had this whole thing simply been a ploy to get him alone? Because if so she had certainly succeeded, at this point they were very, very alone. At this time of day everyone was either at the training field or had decided they weren't leaving their barracks for the day. Clyde forced the thoughts of his head. This was not okay, Eustace, no Captain Vinarin, was his Captain and nothing more. This was simply an attempt to help him. To take it as anything else would be incorrect. He couldn't allow such thoughts to distract him.
Ahhh, but this was easier said than done, after all he couldn't simply ignore the fact that Eustace, no Captain Vinarin, was an attractive woman. He couldn't deny the fact that she was putting aside all her work to make sure that he was okay. But at the same time he couldn't deny the fact that she had been pointing a gun at him moments earlier. Clinging desperately to that thought Clyde attempted to cling on to the fact that Captain Vinarin was attempting to talk to him. Though his straying mind refused to allow him to hold on to what she was actually saying. This was a problem, this was a problem and Spirit seemed to be ignoring him. She would have some other sort of excuse later he was sure but she wasn't getting out of this, she was refusing to come to his aide.
"I'm f-f-fine." Clyde struggled to voice his words, attempting to hide the burning blush he knew was on his face from his Captain. The last thing he needed right now was for her to get the wrong idea. Not after she had pointed a gun at him and not after he had sprained his ankle. Pain, yes pain, that was what he needed. Without really thinking about the fact that Eustace was still holding on to him, Clyde made an attempt to start walking again. If he was walking he'd have to put weight on his foot and if he put weight on his foot he'd be in pain and if he was in pain then it would clear his mind and he'd be able to get to the infirmary without Eustace getting the wrong idea and she would leave and he would be home free at that point.
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 10:18 pm
Alirien gauges her response for a moment, absently noting that again she'd paused. Maybe it was just to think about it though. It was a grim thought, the possibilities of their weapons failing them when they need them the most. He has to grin though, if a bit lop-sided as he can't manage a fully convincing one. "Ignore them.. hold the grudges off until there's not a battle bearing down on us to act on them and get a little payback on them." But for what, he doesn't specify. "Have them want to stay away as much as you want them to do it."
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