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arrow RP: Ophelia/Echo/Logan "Lost in thought."

 

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arrow RP: Gareth/Mozelle "Live and Love."

 

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"Wut?."
RP: Carius/Aleu

“Wut?” A sharp, thick voice suddenly broke through the quiet forest. For a moment, no one seemed to own up to it- although in the far distance a doe and her nursing fawn lifted their heads and blinked their wide eyes tiredly. “Stupid b***h- where’d you go?” The voice called out again, masculine and rough with age. The doe nudged her fawn’s bottom, and the two slipped from view just as a monster of a creature came in view.

Against the greenery of the summer wood, he seemed bright and oddly glowing in the earth tones. But his brightness only seemed to instantiate the brute’s monestrous size. He was a beast, both in size and expression. Tall, too tall for a wolf- so much bulk that there was question as to whether or not some dog had been mixed into his veins. He broke his glare for a brief moment to spin around, the muscles in his large bony shoulders flexing as he spun around. Had one possibly been distracted by his size, and wondered moments before about his possible parentage- an old worn collar hung across his throat. In an odd way, it shined like a kind of war trophy, not a mark of man. His eyes were unstable and they compulsed back in forth with an odd tick, and his large jaws gnashed at nothing.

He was fearsome looking, and it was tragically quelled by a look of near retardation.

It wasn't just the dumb-as-rocks expression that fed the idea that something wasn't going on right in his head. It was the fact that he kept walking around the same tree, as if it was a totally new tree, and shouting out the same thing. "Aziz!" He shouted hoarsely, darted his eyes.... walked around the same tree, and repeated it again. Once, he went left instead of right, and went around another one, repeating the process until he got lost again.

Damn woman. She did this to make him look like a fool! It didn't help he was already forgetting what she looked like. With a snort, Carius furrowed his brow seriously.

...what did she look like?

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Call it fate if you want. Maybe it was a just-so-happened type of thing. However you felt about it, there was no way to argue it at the very least wasn't interesting two half-breeds would cross paths.

Aleu hadn't been wandering aimlessly. Where was Amareya? Her human seemed to get out of her sights more and more often lately. She'd probably gone to go find that stupid seer, Kaho--or 'Kimama', according to the girl herself.

It was him she pondered over when the brown-coated female reached another, and couldn't help but stare at the sight of a wolf (at least half of one, she'd know better than anyone), walking in circles, yelling, looking like some lost idiot.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Looking for someone, by the sounds of it. Not any different from her. Without giving time for an answer to her first question, she called out another, "Who're you looking for?"

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Carius made the same right (or wrong, depending on how you looked at it), turn around the tree. Not here. Goddamned. Where did she go? It had been two days now. Two long days, that he had gone without someone to yell at. Among other things. It was bad enough he had to be in this totally inane land filled with absolute idiots. Just the other day he had ran into a small blue female who apparently didn’t know who he was. What was up with that? Everyone knew Carius! Carius just didn’t know anyone for longer then...three days. ********. It’d be for the best if he found Aziz soon before he forgot about her.

The hulking male made another slow turn around the tree, and opened his mouth to say something when a pale brown female stepped in his view. “AZIZ!” He shouted demandingly. “There you are! I’ve been ******** looking for you everywhere!?” He roared, and stamped his feet. Something was....slightly different about her now, but, that was how it was with women. They changed so often, he could never keep tabs on them.

“Where did you go? Did you get lost? I told you not to get lost. How can I walk around with you being lost! I swear, I’ll rip off your ear and eat it-“ Somewhere in his wild rant, Carius was getting the faint sinking feeling that this lady might be...just a bit too young to be Aziz.

....Phib? Oh, wait. Yea. Aziz was old.

“Wait, who the hell are you? Why are you pretending to be Aziz??”

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Aleu was startled. So startled, she nearly fell over in her wild stumble backwards. It wasn't very often someone started shouting things at you, starting with a name that wasn't yours.

At first, the half-breed took in it silence, not out of fear of this wolf or of fighting in general, just because she... wasn't sure what exactly to do. And it felt like days before he finally shut up, making just enough time for her growl before questioning.

"Aleu!" she hissed. "I'm not pretending to be anyone! You're the one who's throwing accusations at me. Who the hell are you?"

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The male paused for a long moment, taking one step back and glaring holes into Aleu’s eyes with his own. Inwardly, he was already breaking it down. Alright. Not Aziz. Too pretty to be Aziz anyways, that had been dumb of him. But, who was she then? Had he met her before? Anger was already bubbling in his chest. It really had nothing to do with Aleu- he just couldn’t stand the fact that his mind didn’t work right. He hadn’t always been like this. Was it true he had sold his soul for strength? Bah- enough of that! Of course it wasn’t.

“Hah- I was just testing you. Of course I know you’re Jenna.” he remarked flatly, and arched his neck. Hah! Take that, stupid b***h.

...wait, Aleu?...

“....” He paused for a long moment as she uttered her name, considering if maybe she was lying or not. She could be. That would be a smart trick. He needed Aziz for these sort of things. “...I...have no idea who you are.” Carius finally admitted, and arched his tail.

“Why are you talking to me, stupid girl?” He barked, and bristled his hackles. “Who am I? I’m Carius. Who are you?”

Well. He’d remembered her name for a few moments anyways.

"...are you some kinda dog?"

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Oh, please, Amareya, come kick this stupid mutt, her mind begged. She knew it was a pointless thing to do. That human wouldn't hurt anything, not that she could. And she definately couldn't understand wolves, let alone hear her mentally calling.

She resisted shaking her head, as if doing so would clear her mind and make it easier to focus on this creature before her who obviously had a few bolts loose in his head. More so, a few of them had completely fallen out.

"I told you, it's Aleu," she reminded him sourly. "And my mother was a dog, but it's really none of your business. You're clearly like me, too. Why are you out here? Did you loose your humans?"

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“My human?” Carius snorted indignantly, and flicked the end of his tail. He didn’t have a human...did he? There was the poor fellow who had taken the kindness to heal him after the war; the same human that had given him the old tattered collar. Carius couldn’t remember what had happened to him, but he kind of remembered him being eaten by his hungry sled team. Had he caused that?... hard to remember, nowadays.

“I don’t have a human. Wut I’d be needing one for?” he scoffed. “I think you’re right though-“ The rock motioned, and his large face furrowed. It was easy to shift his aggression. “I maybe had one...hard to remember. I think we ate him. But, maybe not. Maybe he just died. I didn’t care, you know?”

“Did you eat your human?” The large wolf remarked, pulling his head back. Wait- what the hell was he talking about? He was a wolf! “I am wolf, not dog, girlie. My dad was wolf. My mother– can’t remember her.” His mother had been the half dog- not that it mattered. Carius had also killed his father, long ago. But he didn’t remember that either. There were few things he did nowadays.

...was it a curse? All he’d wanted was to be strong enough to take the pack that was his. Why was that so hard for Fate to understand?

“Aleu?” He blinked. "Who's that?"

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Between pondering the possible where abouts of Amareya and trying to actually keep up with what he was saying, there was little time in between for Aleu to offer her two cents.

What would he need one for? She quite a few answers to that! But before the chance to say anything sprouted up, another waterfall of words toppled upon her.

"No!" she snapped. EAT Amareya?! Who would do such a thing?!

Wolf. Ha. "Yeah, you're a wolf. So am I. But we're not full wolves

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Not full wolves? Carius had never pondered this pondering before. Whatever Akadatte had done to his mind, she hadn’t figured in a cause and effect portion of it. Grinning in an eerie, out of character manner, Carius tilted his head. “Wut?” He questioned. “I don’t get it. You’re not a whole wolf? You ain’t missing anything....” The wolf spoke, tilting his head back to get a better look.

She certainly didn’t seem to be missing anything.... two feet, no- four, one tail, two eyes, two ears...she seemed pretty intact. “What part of you is dog?”

Considerately- Carius flipped his enormous paw over to the side. “....my feet sort of look like dog feet. But that’s odd, being I’m a wolf. Do you think they just grew like that? Maybe I have a dog liver.”

He paused, and considered why he was being friendly. Would be better to rough her up some. But, she wasn’t actually annoying him. Although quite the opposite could be said on the other angle. Bah! She was confusing him. They all knew how to confuse him.

“I’m not an idiot, you know.” He snapped bitterly. “I see what you’re trying to do. Telling me your're half dog. I don’t see no dog attached to you.”  

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Quote:

"Paradise lost"
RP: Ophelia/Kiba

Now wasn’t the time to be getting nervous, but Ophelia was having a hard time not. It had been a couple of hours now that Echo had been gone- presumably off with that strange wolf Logan. He seemed like a nice enough fellow but... she couldn’t trust him. Particularly when he had interests in taking them back to that pack of his. She didn’t trust people with motives like that, and she certainly wasn’t about to give anyone the impression that they could be bought by kindness. As far as Ophelia was concerned- she wasn’t for sale.

But Echo liked him. She had to repeat that in her head a couple of times in order for it to stop ringing in her head. She had a sickening feeling that something bad was coming. She had to be somewhere in order to prevent it, but she didn’t know where. And she couldn’t help but think it was coming from that strange new wolf. If not he- who else? Their parents? Sure, the relationship had been horrendous at best, but... even after attacking Echo, Ophelia couldn’t fathom why her parents would still be giving them a hard time.

Although they’d get an ear-full if either of them dared come around her way.

The sleek female turned a corner and continued her pacing. She was simple enough- a dappled color merle, with sharp yellow eyes and a bruise on the end of her nose. She had intention, and her intention was almost totally wrapped around her sister. Part of her wanted to go to her- and the other part wanted to let them be. She wasn’t going to become Kalia. But how she worried!

A bird flew off overhead, and for a moment the female craned her neck and snorted. Her small, food deprived frame shudder in a serious gesture, and she looked the other way. Her nerves were completely shot.


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Kiba loped through the trees silently, his lean white frame standing out like a sore thumb among the shadows. But he didn't care and made it obvious. He did nothing to hide his scent, nor his tracks, nor his sounds. He was a wolf on the move with only one thought on his mind. It blocked out other things, other concerns, and left him moving endlessly, searching for something as elusive as holding water in your paws.

Suddenly a wolf came into view on his right. He slide his golden eyes onto the female. He could almost feel the vibrations of her jitters and her edgyness. But he made no move to comfort nor did he ask what was wrong. He simply stared with those unnerving eyes of his, like a white ghost standing in the darkness of the wood.

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Ophelia flinched, suddenly feeling the burning eyes of another figure upon her and the hot scent of a wolf on the wind. Bitterly she turned to face the white wolf, his body unnaturally bright amongst the greenery. She stared back at him flatly with a kind of indignant stare, waiting and hoping for him to move on. When possible, she tried not to talk to people. Let Echo do that– she would do the worrying for them.

But when the male seemed to not move, and not utter a sound, she finally couldn’t stand his eyes upon her any longer. With a wince she turned away and hiked the end of her tail, before her eyes turned back in a glowering twinkle. “What are you looking at?” She snapped. Her voice was quick and curt- but not particularly dangerous.

“Can’t you see I am busy?” Busy- well, busy with nothing. But, she shuffled her paws as if to show that she had everything in the world to be doing. She waited- somewhat haunted by his lack of speech. “...Well?” She responded again- this time a bit wavering.


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Kiba didn't seem phased by her sharp words. On the contrary, he tilted his head slightly and continued to peer at her, mild curiousity pooling in his bright colored orbs. He finally spoke, his voice soft and whispy like the wind, "...I'm looking at you. And no...you don't look busy to me." That was it. He didn't accuse, he didn't question, he didn't offer a name, nothing. How strange. And he didn't seem to be ready to move on either.

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It was the fact that he didn’t seem ready to move which concerned Ophelia. It iced her veins with a sense of paranoia. One of their parents wolves? He looked like a vagabond- but, it was hard to tell nowadays. He certainly seemed more formidable then she was, and nervous she twisted her tail back and forth.

“Who are you to say what is and is not looking busy?” She croaked, and docked the end of her tail. The hell she wasn’t busy! “And why bother looking at me–?” That, she had to admit, was odd. She didn’t like those yellow eyes upon her. “I’m not doing anything remarkably interesting.”

With that, she stalked to the left, her head bobbing in her movements. It was obvious she couldn’t settle, although it was hard to say whether or not it was the arrival of this wolf that made her totally distraught. She had been getting there to begin with. Blearily, she turned her head, and her nose flinched. The bruise on the end of it pulsed with a dull throb, but she ignored it.

“Well– maybe I’m not busy. But I’ve certainly got a lot on my mind, and less time then you must to keep looking at me in such a way.” Maybe she should be glad Echo wasn’t around.

Oh- her sister. At once her face fell to a concerned expression, and she seemed not to focus on the white wolf.

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"There is nothing thats says I can't look," He replied in the same windy, short tone as always. He didn't look back at her and his ears didn't twitch or move as she looked at nothing-it was almost like he was seeing something she couldn't. He then turned his head to look at her squarely, a dim fire in his gold eyes that wasn't there before, "What do I want...? To find Paradise."

And with that he actually began to walk. It was impossible to say whether he had been speaking metaphorically or not. And it seemed if he was leaving, he was going to let her hang around in the dark.


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“Well- you be off with that.” Ophelia replied shortly, looking away. “You’re a long way from paradise in this part of the wood. Nothing but worry.” she spoke, not noticing him start to leave, and took her own slow footed steps forward. What would be done when the time came?

It was hard to say. She faltered and sat, shaking her head. Perhaps they did need to stay with a pack... but, no. She didn’t like the setup, not yet at least. Sure he seemed nice enough- but plenty of people seemed like a lot of things. How could she trust people when she had learned she couldn’t even trust her parents?

Paradise! “I don’t think a place like that exists.”

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Kiba stopped. He turned his head, looking back at her. His eyes were striking then, unwavering, determined. "You can't find it if you don't look," he said, his voice threaded with strong vibrations. Everyone always said stuff like this too him. The feeling he had though-this ache and pulling in his gut told him otherwise. No matter how many times they would try to pull him down or pull him away he'd keep going. He believed.

He turned and began to walk away again. If she wanted to drown in her troubles so be it-it was her life. She could live the way she wanted.

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Ophelia snorted, and watched him go. She didn’t get what he meant, but she couldn’t agree with it. It was fine for someone who lived by themselves and had nothing else to do with their bodies to go searching for paradise. Other people got rooted down. But this was doing nothing to fix her problem.

Maybe...it would go fine. Either Echo wouldn’t like this guy the way he wanted, or she would. If they did....well, she’d go with Echo anywhere, even if that meant this strange pack. But she couldn’t help but feel there was something looming like a dark cloud in the distance.

Paradise was one thing- but reality was something much different.  

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arrow RP: Ophelia/Echo/Logan "Forbidden Company."

 

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Quote:

"Cheese."
RP: Malcolm/Kara

Malcolm was not the kind of wolf to pretend he knew a lot of things. In fact, as far as he was concerned, his vast body of knowledge began and ended with the open hand of his human master, and the comfort of the other dogs in the troop. But in the middle of night, there was a kind of peeking interest bubbling slowly into his mind. To say he wanted the forest wasn’t right. He didn’t want to be like a wild wolf. It was an odd idea- but the thing he wanted most was to feel the pressure of the earth against his paws. He wanted to walk so far that they became raw with the pressure. He wanted to know how it felt to go someplace.

For the most part, Mal rode on top of the caravan, for he tired too quickly to keep up with the other dogs. It was dusty, and smelled of leather but it was rather warm. Surely it was a kind of luxury to not have to walk. But, he wanted to walk. He was growing, but not fast enough for his own ambitions.

Unsteadily, the small pup shifted his weight from his seat on top of the domed cart. Torgo- the Man, was sleeping underneath the car with a sprawled weather worn cloak and a bottle of overturned whiskey. From the very right corner he could see him, and fondly the small wolf creature wagged his tail. He was a good alpha, and no one could tell him otherwise. Charlie was sleeping far to the left, not far from the dying embers of the camp’s fire.

It was quiet despite the fire’s popping, and with a lurch, Malcolm started to pull himself free from the leather rope tied around his neck. Torgo had worried about the pup falling off and hanging himself from the top of the cart- so it was not hard to slip off. It fell with a pup, and with a small swish of his tail, the brown creature scampered down from the cart, sliding on a few scattered boxes.

The woods smelt of pine and some kind of clove, different from the Man smells. With a careful glance behind him to remember the setting of the camp, and make sure he would be able to return- Malcolm dashed off behind some bushes.

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It wasn't like Kara to venture so far from home. It wasn't like Kara to go near human's either. She typically strayed from them, but, for now, she found herself rather near that human influence, pondering things. This place was assured to be far away from any seer's she might disturb the sleep of, and hopefully other wolves.

It was a time dedicated to rest and thought only. Talking was something she avoided, which meant avoiding other wolves as best she could.

The newly made Alpha hadn't quite gotten used to carrying herself above others. It seemed strange that one would have to force themselves to carry their body proudly, but it was something she had to do. Her natural reaction was to back off and cower, but now that she had been entitled responsibility she knew that she had to assert herself as the stronger from the predisposed start. Otherwise, one would think her weak, and she could get into quite a trifle.

One could still mistake the female for an Omega at times in her own pack, receding as the sight of some angry female, or apologizing for something she had done wrong. It wasn't in her status now to apologize, or to cower, she needed to hold her own and know it. This would take some getting used to. She didn't even feel to hold her own against small pups. They always made her nervous, the little Devils.

Her footfalls wer light as she meandered about the woods, searching for something, anything to occupy her mind. As long as it didn't have to do with talking, then it was worthy of her presence. She stopped to chew on several bushes, and sticks. Smelling the roses as one would say, before she finally found a spot underneath the smell of orange, to take a slight respite.


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The small brown child trotted through a spanse of bushes, wriggling his slightly chubby form through a particularly oddly forked limb. His weight was not made up so much of fat- but of latent growing. It wouldn’t be long now for the small child with the large paws to begin to grow into his awkward body- but for now, he looked almost like a kind of practical joke of nature. With a snort, he reached up his paw and brushed it against his nose, where a piece of prickly leaf had rudely jabbed itself into his airway.

“Eh–Fffff.” He groaned with another snort, until it was finally pushed away. So bitter! He could smell the obnoxious smell of leaf all the way in the midsection of his snout. And then! A quick sneeze expelled the smell, and he suspended himself across the bridge of the bush, contemplating going home. He might have wanted to walk forever, but he never denied himself one blatantly true fact.

Nature sucked.

With a groan, he oozed off the branch and puddled into a roll, his bright blue eyes faintly grazing across the scenery. Malcolm probably would have returned back home and nestled himself somewhere by Torgo- but, a sudden flash of red startled the endless green that absorbed his eyes. “Huh-?” He balked, and turned himself right-side up, his thin neck craning.

A lady? The end of his tail started to sway.

“Hey, pretty lady!” he called, stumbling over his large paws. “-Wait up, sister!”

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Kara heard the pup and flicked and ear back, but did not turn her head. Inwardly she let out a groan, but did not make any facial expression outwardly. Her soft paws hit the dirt in a hard rythymn. Normally she would have been running, but for whatever the reason her pace was slow now.

It was interesting that he called her sister, she didn't have any siblings as far as she could recall, they had died at a very young age. Such was the curse of her pack. So that left out any idea, besides, if he knew her, she'd know him. He was far to small to be of any relation to her. On top of it all, it was a figure of speech.

And now she had confused herself, so there was really no point in trying to hold a discussion inside your head when there was something tagging along behind you, begging for attention.

The flopped ear was rather amusing to Kara, she had dared a glance back, hoping not to encourage the pups travel to much, and let a toothy grin slide over her mouth.

"Sister?" she questioned. "I think not." It felt rather odd to be waiting for a pup she didn't even know to catch up, but there was something good in it all. It reminded her of the days she spent as a young puppy, dancing and laughing about everything. That is until. . .

She shook her head and stood again, beginning her walk once more. There was no reason to get involved with this small creature.

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“Why not?” Malcolm grinned, the end of his tail swaying slowly. “You don’t want to be my sister? But, I didn’t mean it like that- sister.” he spoke, implying the word was more of a title then actually mistaking her for his sister. He had five sisters, and they’d been sold much the same way as he had. As far as he remembered- this lady wasn’t one of them.

He trotted up before her and sat, grinning sheepishly as his ear flopped over his face. They couldn’t blame him for trying. Even after that other wolf had nearly had a spaz attack over his presense, he still approached others with about as much amiable affection as he approached dogs.

“Soo– who are you? I’m Malcolm.”

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"I'm not sure what you mean by sister," Kara stated. She had never been called sister by anyone, except Rechelle, but they were practically sisters. Siters from another family, but still that close. She wasn't sure if she wanted this pup using it towards her, but she couldn't argue with one so small.

He seemed strange. Wolves didn't approach one another like this. They were more guarded. She must have been doing a horrible job of portraying dominance. "You aren't from around here are you?" she asked, not so much wondering if he lived here, but more entitling him to the life of the forest. His ice blue eyes were a bit strange, but then again, so were her blue eyes, an occurence that had never been see in her breed up until that point. It didn't matter that it was rather common in other wolves, it just wasn't for hers.

"I'm a loner," she said, her paws sliding out from under her as she creeped her way down into the dirt. She realized her mistake rather quickly, but then decided to let it rest. No need to go around spitting her status out like an angry hag. The pup wouldn't ever see her again anyway.

Then, feeling no need to torture this pup by not giving it her name, "Kara."

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Malcolm smiled, and swayed the end of his tail, quirking his brow. “Are you?” He had thought he smelt others upon her, but Malcolm wasn’t about to disagree with another wolf. They were an angry bunch. He imagined it must have been because they were always hungry. Charlie said that, at least. He said wolves liked to eat constantly, and when they didn’t eat, they got nasty. They’d even eat one another! Of course, this had for some reason never translated into Malcolm’s eyes that a hungry wolf might consider eating him. The only thing he had gathered from it was to thank his lucky stars that Man fed him. To think he could be angry all the time! They even got bent out of shape for something as simple as a title.

“Well, you see- I’d call you brother, but you don’t-“ he cut himself off when he realized he was about to be somewhat crude. His experience with women had almost ended once he’d been sold to the rather male troop (Save one lady donkey). He grinned again. “I mean- you’re not a guy, is what I mean.”

Malcolm smiled, and puffed out his chest. “I think I’d like to be a lone in another life, sister.” He slid. “Can’t say I know much about woofs though. Are you hungry?” He peeped.

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"No," she admitted, answering the question in a straight manner, even if the dog would not. Stretching out her front paws and opening her jaw wide, she let out a whine that increased in pitch the larger she spread her jaw. Ending it all with a quick snap, she jerked her legs doward so she was at her full height.

That scary height that most wolves did not posses, though made far less frightening by the fact she was so thin.

"Oh isn't this precious," she said, not sure if it was to him, or to herself. "I'm being asked about food by a pup." A chuckle escaped her lips and she flicked her tail in amusement.

"I can't say I'm not." To be truthful, she was nearly always hungry. Or had been, until her weeks of an alpha slowly started to fill in her features, making her softer than she once was. She couldn't say she missed being famished all the time, but she did miss her harder self to a certain extent. She knew it had to have helped her somwhere along the line. "Am I to assume you are to provide me with such a treat?"

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“I wouldn’t know.” Malcolm commented, a small smile flitting across his face. He was not the kind to back down form a rhetorical question. “I suppose that would all depend on if you thought me precious or not, sister.” He remarked.

Ah! She was hungry. Charlie was right after all! With an eager grin, Malcolm stood and wagged his tail. “Well, if you are hungry I certainly wouldn’t want you getting angry.” he added, with a kind of smug nod as if he and she suddenly shared this secret about the nature of wolves. “But I can get you something nice. Not too much though, or the Man won’t be happy about it. But I have plenty of food. Sometimes Charlie let’s me eat his–“ he paused for a moment to consider, and stopped the childish banter.

“Hah- okay. Just wait, I’ll take it. You best not come though, or else you’ll stink up the camp and wake up the other dogs. They don’t like Sister much, I’m afraid. But they’re not bad. Good fellows, I think.” He rambled, and scurried off into the brush in mid conversation.

A few long moments passed since the child vacated, when he returned, stumbling over some sort of large brown object shoved ridiculously wide in his mouth. He seemed almost weighed down by it- and the brown portion was at least a good two times the size of his head. It was, in fact, a cheese wedge wrapped in cloth, and the pup’s growing teeth had already poked a series of holes in it. When he dropped the mass, he sucked on his gums, removing the taste of the cheese with a pleasurable grin.

“That stuff around it, you don’t eat that. Can’t say how to get it off, but I’m sure it is doable. Smells terrible, but it tastes good.”

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"I was referring to the situation," she smirked.

She didn't understand how being hungry would make her angry, but she didn't understand a lot of things about this strange pup with the flopped ear. Someone had put some strange notions into his head.

Something nice? This was intriguing. So she sat down and waited. Though she didn't really want to acknowledge the fact she might stink anything up. She bathed daily. Heck, she was always sumberged in some river. Maybe the rivers smelled bad? She couldn't smell anything. He was just to clean, that was it.

She quirked a brow at him quizically then bent her nose down to smell the cheese. It reeked. "You thought I smelled bad?" she questioned. Though the pup had seemed to go through so much trouble to get it that she hardly wanted to dissapoint him, despite his strange ways. Definately not a wolf.

So she bent near to the object and lightly tugged on the pachy brown coating, ripping it into small shreds, using a foot to keep the object planted. Finally she had removed the packaging, or most of it and surveyed the waiting goodies with mild amusment.

Then she gingerly nibbled at the substance, almost as if it was filled with poison. She took a little larger bit the second time, determining she quite liked it.

"Its good," she said, and attempted politeness, something scarce with the wovles. She took another bite. "You going to have any?"

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Malcolm smiled, and wriggled the end of his tail. “Nah, I don’t think you smell bad sister. Just not a good smell to have around the camp, yeah? Cheese smells bad, but they say the worse it smells the better it tastes. I don’t know if I believe that- Man gave me some green cheese once, and I got an upset stomach.”

How odd! He had never expected her to offer him some. He’d always heard that wolves liked to eat as much as possible incase they didn’t get the chance again. “No, it’s alright. I’ve eaten it before, and I don’t think you’ll find that growin around the woods like pricklers.” A fine rare treat, yes?

“Good cheese? I'm Malcolm, by the way.”

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This pup was quite the character, and smart at that. Or at least he seemed to have more of a confidence than any other pups that she'd encountered.

She smiled and took another small bite, but refrained from any more eating, taking the pups warning of cheese that gave upset stomach. Whether this cheese did or not, she wasn't sure, but she'd rather not eat to much and give it a chance.

"So you said," she answered to the saying of his name. Perhaps he was a bit blunt afterall.

"Well," she said with a sigh, growing tired of the pup, even though she had hardly been around him for long. She needed the company of the whisper in the trees rather than another of her canus.

"I better be off. Places to go, things to see, so forth," she said, with a slight wag of her tail.  

[Werewolf]

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"Sisters."
RP: Echo/Ophelia/Amelie

It had been about two days since they, her sister and she, had ventured into these lands and found a den. Their den wasn't much, pretty much just a shabby hole at this point, but Echo knew that at some point they'd make it better. If they were to stay here, they would most definitely work on the den. But for now...

She came out of the den slowly, her tail cricking with uncertainty. But after a few moments she was all fine and dandy, stretching out her tired limbs and attempting to clear her head of its morning drowsiness.

Once she was done stretching and everything, the runt craned her neck around to peer back into the den she had just come out of. Laying in there, somewhere in the darkness, was her twin sister, Ophelia. Smiling, Echo turned her head back around to simply look around the forest. Things had been going rather well these past few days, and she was glad with the outcome.

Sighing with contentment, she merely sat there listening to the forest around her. Things seemed good at the moment.

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Nothing had happened to possibly suggest to Ophelia that something wrong was happening. In fact, other then the strange encounter with the alpha, Phib, she had otherwise learned to deal with the odd lands. They smelt too much of salt, but they were a lovely mixture of wind and warmth, and even Ophelia had to admit the food was plentiful. But it was not enough to stop her from pulling her fur out.

It was a strange, nervous habit she’d started to acquire. For now, she took it mostly from her hips in small faint tugs as she vented her nerves. What would they expect from this place?

Outside the den she heard Echo shift, and not wanting to appear as nervous as she was, Ophelia slowly strolled out into the sunlight, the faint shadowed pattern of wolves stroking her ears and shoulders. “Good morning Echo.” Ophelia murmured pleasantly, but there was an oddly nervous squint to her eyes.


Elsewhere, a small female was returning from her walk on the beach. It had been a somewhat lonely walk- most of the pack seemed busy elsewhere at the time, and Phib, exhausted from some event or another had been asleep for half the day. She had not spoken to him yet, but from the faint inklings she had received from him, she would not like the news he brought.

Troubled as to what it might have been, Amélie slowly moved through the brush. Perhaps she’d visit Ryukkii. An odd thing to think about- but, she liked talking with her sister, even if it usually ended with bickering. Phib certainly would not like it, that was for sure.

But before she made up her mind one way or another, the seer became faintly aware of a different kind of mind pull- somewhere to the left of her. Blindly she moved across the leaves and dew-wet atmosphere of the early morning, until she came upon a rather new den.


A female stood out in front of them- and from the faint pattern of her mind, Amélie couldn’t help but feel she had met the other before.

“Good morning loves.” She called pleasantly, and swayed the end of her tail.

Somewhat irritably, Ophelia hmphed from behind Echo.


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Echo had noticed a little that her sister had began to do something with her fur, but for the most part she remained silent about it all. She thought that if she tried to ask, things might just get worse. She knew already that Ophelia wasn't exactly happy with the way things had been going lately, and she didn't want to make things worse by prodding into something that probably didn't mean much at all.

So when her twin came out of the den and murmured a greeting, the smaller wolf simply smiled.

"Good morning, sister," she whispered, tail flicking back and forth slightly to show her delight in having her sister by her side again. Things were always better when they were side-by-side, together with one another. Echo couldn't think to have things any other way.

But when Amélie approached the pair, all concentration was lost to her. Something fizzed in her mind and she whined slightly, ears folding back. She recognized this female. This was that one wolf that couldn't see and yet knew exactly where she was standing somehow. This was that wolf she had randomly run into in the freelands whe she had first run away from her parents.

"Sister.." she mumbled, unable to take her eyes off of the seer. "I've seen this wolf before."

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Ophelia turned her head towards the other wolf, and narrowed her expression. A wolf from this pack? She was however, somewhat relieved to know that Echo knew of this one...if, however, that was a good thing. “Is that a good thing?” Ophelia thought to Echo, blinking slowly. Well? Would it be?

But luckily enough, this female didn’t seem too intimidating at all. She was Echo’s size, if not smaller, and had a strange frail look about her. Was she...blind?


As the two sisters spoke to themselves, a small smile across about Amélie’s muzzle. Yes! She had met this one before. The little one who spoke only in her mind. Her sister, too, could speak to her! Amélie’s occasions of meeting wolves with telepathy were few and...well, never. So, she took the occasion up immediately, and began to stroll a bit closer.

“Yes, I remember you.” Amélie smiled, her tail wagging. “I am Amélie-“


Ophelia arched her brow, and eyed the other female. Odd...but, she chalked it up to coincidence. It wasn’t like the other could hear Echo.

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Echo froze when the other small female grew closer and seemed to speak words that went well with what she and her twin had been murmuring about in their brains. For a moment she had a momentary remembrance. This female... she could...

But then it was gone. Frowning, she tilted her head slightly at the seer. "Amélie..." she repeated, glancing at her paws for a moment. It didn't sound at all familiar, yet she remembered seeing this wolf somewhere. Had they not formally introduced themselves to one another? They had met somewhat around the time that Echo had run from her parents...

Thinking back again, she remembered something vaguely about her being scared and possibly running away. Was that what had happened? It would explain about her lack of knowledge concerning Ame. And it would make sense, being as she was terrified about her parents and all.

"Ophelia... you don't think..?" she whispered in her brain, glancing off to the side and at her sister. How else would this new female's words fit in with their whisperings?

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Ophelia jerked somewhat to even consider that sort of possibility. What kind of wolf could read another’s mind? She eyed the female standing in front of them, and slightly leaned against Echo. “No, I’m sure she can’t. That doesn’t make any sense.” Well- neither did they, but they’d had a lot of practice.

With a slightly awkward chuckle, Amélie turned her head. Oh, it hurt sometimes. As it was, Amélie tried hard to never reveal herself as a seer. Too many things happened when she did. But at this particular moment, she felt strangely tempted. Shyly, she strolled forward, the end of her tail gently bobbing.

“Um...” The seer mouthed, cocking her head to the left. She blushed somewhat, as much as a wolf could, and glanced away. “...well...I can- I spoke to you before, yes?”

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Echo, however, wasn't so convinced. There were a lot of things in the world that didn't make sense. Their parents' motive towards their offspring, the way Logan randomly appeared and was kind to them like this, that alpha and the way he acted the way he did even when Ophelia opposed him. So many things that didn't make sense in their life, what was one more thing going to do?

"I don't know, sister. I have a feeling..."

Glancing back at the other small female, she became quite confused. So Ame remembered her also, but then, they didn't exactly speak to one another. She didn't, after all, know the seer's name. And she was pretty confident it was the same way for the other.

"Before..." she tried to say, but it simply didn't come out right.

To her sister, she sighed and whispered again. "I've seen her before, but I didn't know her name until she said it just now."

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A shiver curled up her spine, and Ophelia locked eyes with the blinded female. Something which was a bit difficult, as Amélie’s eyes shifted from place to place with about as much purpose as a snowflake. Ophelia had to admit- she didn’t get it. Did Echo meet her or not? And yet they had said nothing to her, and still the other was speaking as though they had.

“Do you know my sister?” Ophelia spoke sharply to the grey creature, who seemed to tremble at the sound of Ophelia’s sharp voice. A tremble...she’d never seen her voice inflict that kind of reaction, and in her surprise she took a few steps back behind Echo.

Amélie smiled meekly, and wriggled her tail. “Yes, I do- we met before.” She remembered it well. It was the day that she had heard China Blue’s calling. “Echo.” Amélie replied. “You are the little girl who picks her words carefully.” Now- that might have been an overstatement, but, perhaps accurate.


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Echo tilted her head slightly when the other said that she knew her and even knew her name. It was strange... she didn't remember telling this female her name, and yet she knew it. There was something very strange going on here, and it was beginning to frighten her.

Trembling slightly, she pressed herself firmly against her twin for comfort. Her brain fizzed again as she searched the female, her eyes flicking back and forth in uncertainty.

"Echo," she repeated, nodding her head slightly even though the seer wouldn't be able to see it. "Words..." she whispered, lowering her head slightly. Her curse always made her feel so... what was the word? It made her feel insignifigant almost, like she wasn't normal and never would be.

"Sister.. I feel something, in my mind," she said softly, glancing over towards her twin again. "It's like a sort of fizz. Do you feel it too?"

Looking back towards the gray female, Echo let her ears flick this way and that. She really didn't know what to do about this female. She was simply strange, but then not so strange where she was scary and where she'd be something to run away from. It was all just complicated.

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Amélie frowned, feeling a prickling at her spine. Oh dear- it wouldn’t do to scare the poor girls away. But now she had been too enthusiastic- she had to say something. But what could she say without causing the girls more trouble? Just by being near them she was having faint flashes- overbearing parents, a strange male-...

“I-“ Amélie spoke, her eyes lowering.

To Echo, Ophelia turned whispered quietly. “No...Echo, I can’t feel it–“ She didn’t understand what Echo felt, but if this other wolf was indeed psychic, perhaps it was because of Echo’s mental ability. She had long believed it was Echo that was the source of their connection. Ophelia could never speak to her on her own accord- Echo first had to open the door. And now, this wolf was interfering.

“I’m sorry.” Amélie spoke, and shook her head. “Please, do not be bothered, yes? The noise will go away, I’ll not prod further. But I’ll not lie loves- I can hear you fine.”


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The runt stiffened slightly when she was told by her sister that she was the only one who could feel the fizz in her brain. It didn't help when the seer mentioned something about prodding and somehow seeming to know when it would stop and go away. Then she said that she could hear them just fine. Did that mean with her ears or...?

Her eyes widened slightly as she gaped at the other female. It couldn't be! She had thought she felt something in her brain, but she had thought that perhaps it was merely a feeling, caused maybe by some emotion that went bad in her or something. She wasn't sure of it. But this new wolf's words sort of chased away any uncertainty she had about it all.

"So.." she began, taking a hesitant step forward. "Can you hear me right now?" she asked, tilting her head slightly in a questioning manner.

She didn't care about anything else at this point, like the prodding and such. It was just amazing to hear that someone else could possibly hear her.

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Encouragingly, Amélie’s tail wagged slowly. “Yes, I can hear you Echo.” Her voice was ginger in its smoothness, hoping that the revelation would not be too horrifying for Echo. She could feel a kind of attachment to the other female. She was a gentle creature, despite the scars that were riddled across her body. She shared quite a few of her own scars as well.

All of this was a bit too much for Ophelia. She stumbled a bit to side, and curled around Echo from the back, peering at Amélie from where she now stood. What was this girl? Was everyone in this pack so damn mysterious?

“I’m sorry if I’ve startled you.” Amélie spoke again gently, and for some reason, Ophelia knew she was being spoken to.

Opehlia furrowed her brow and took a step forward, slowly considering. “What are you?”

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Some wolves might have been horrified to hear that some stranger could hear their thoughts. But not Echo, not this wolf. She was actually delighted that someone else could hear her thoughts. Having no way to really talk on her own for all of her life, it was a relief to know that she wasn't as confined as she once thought. Not only could she speak freely to her sister, but to this kind female as well.

Smiling, she sat there with her tail wagging back and forth slightly. She now held no fear for this female, and actually felt a sort of connection, simply due to the fact that they could speak with their minds.

Though, she thought, this Amélie's mental connection must be stronger. That was probably the fizz that she had heard and felt. Echo had only been used to her sister's sort of weak connection, but this seer's connection was so great that it caused a slight disturbance in her mind. It all made sense, and she was glad to finally get these things sorted out.

The smile still upon her face, she glanced back at her sister as she asked the other what on earth she was. For some reason, the runt knew the answer.

"She's a seer." She had to be. How else would she be able to listen in on the twins' silent words?

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Being a seer was something she rarely owned up to, but with Echo, she felt an excited fluttering in her chest- perhaps a leftover from the other female’s own excitement. How often was it that her gift was so readily accepted? A grin stretched across her face, and with a soft and affectionate whine, the small female trotteted closer to the other females. “I am.” She spoke softly, her deadened eyes brightened with the feelings.

A seer? Ophelia had never heard of such a thing, except in faint pup-tales. She had never thought something like that might have existed. Although with some afterthought, she admitted she probably wouldn’t have believed the bond between the twins either. And yet it was. Perhaps this female existed like that.

“Amélie...” Ophelia repeated, remembering the name. “...Do you live here?” She questioned slowly, her yellow eyes sharp.

Amélie smiled, and gently nodded her head. “I do. My mate runs this area. But I am just Amélie.”

Her mate...Phib? She had to admit, she was not what she expected in the black male’s choice of women. Surely he would have been able to get someone else? Maybe he was attracted to the fact she was a seer...?

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Echo felt a sort of puppy excitement run through her mind and body. It was just that pleasing to her that finally, after all of her life of only being able to really talk to one wolf and one wolf alone, there was someone else who could hear her. It just made her overjoyed. She couldn't have been happier at that moment when she learned that this new female could hear her thoughts.

Her tail now wagging back and forth uncontrollably, the runt moved closer to Ame, almost touching noses with the other. Whining like a little puppy, she smiled then slowly began to sniff her face. After a moment or two of this, she first tugged on the seer's ear then giggled and nudged her playfully with a wet nose.

"Ophelia... she can hear me!" she said excitedly, stopping in her puppy antics for a moment to glance over at her sister.

"Your mate?" she then asked, turning her gaze back on Amélie. "Is he big, with some scars on him, black too?" she asked. Though, she wondered, had this wolf ever seen her mate? She was blind, but had she always been that way? Hopefully not, otherwise Echo would feel simply terrible.

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Delight flooded across Amélie as the other female greeted, her, and she returned the favor with equal childish enthusiasm. She couldn’t decide what was more thrilling- the fact that Echo could speak to another person now, or that she had finally done some good in being a seer. She had begun to wonder, if perhaps her abilities chaos-theoried things into being worse then they needed to be. But now, at least, the bad thoughts fell away.

Even Ophelia seemed happy. Although she didn’t return the puppy excitement either of them gave, she smiled wearily from the mouth of the den. A more clingy sister might have been jealous- but Ophelia knew how hard it had been for Echo, communicating to others only through repeated phrases. It was too bad this Logan fellow of hers did not share the same connection to her...

Once Echo pulled away and started to ‘speak’ again, she noted that her comment was somewhat withdrawn after the omega took into consideration the other female’s blindness. Amélie grinned, and was quick to attempt to dismiss. “So I remember him being.” Amélie gleamed. “Although- I assume he’s a bit greyer now,” she added with a touch of mischief.

Ophelia shook her head. “I can’t say you look much like an alpha.”

To that Amélie simply giggled and shook her head. “I don’t think I can be saying that much either, love. I’m not. Just Amélie.”


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Echo simply couldn't help herself. It was just too good, finally finding someone else who could hear her thoughts and actually speak to her. So with her tail still wagging, she giggled again then promptly sat down, raising her right forpaw to sort of touch the other female's nose for a moment. Grinning, she let her paw fall back to the ground as she nuzzled Ame one more time before getting up and bouncing back towards her twin.

"Isn't it great, sister?" she asked, sort of 'bowing' down and letting her rump go up into the air while her tail wagging repeatedly back and forth.

Standing back up properly, the small female perked her ears and glanced towards the seer again. "Yes, he was a bit gray," she laughed, sitting down again and calming down a little bit from her puppy excitement. She didn't, however, mention anything to this wolf about how her mate had scared the living daylights out of her. She figured that be best left as a secret.

"So you are his mate, but not the alpha female?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. That was strange. Weren't the leaders normall mates? "Is there a female ruling with him?"

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“Hehe. He’s very self conscious about that.”

Amélie thought that question over carefully. Was there another female to contend with Phib’s rule? Anya looked like a likely candidate, but there were times when she seemed too silent. Mozelle would have made an excellent choice, but she had a feeling Mozelle had tired of the leadership role. Audi certainly ran Phib through circles, but her desires were aimed at leaving as soon as Ran and Tahara cleared out rather then doing anything with the group.

“At the moment, no, I am thinking.” Amélie admitted. “There are some candidates, but no one has stepped forward yet to try at such a role. It’ll come though, I do not doubt.”


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Echo giggled, rather child-like, when Ame admitted that Phib was rather self-conscious about having gray on his otherwise jet fur. She understood it somewhat. Her parents weren't happy with the fact that their own fur was graying. She supposed adults didn't like getting older when it involved new colors like gray in their fur.

When the seer answered the question about a female leader, she was rather stumped. Was it possible for there to be only one alpha leading a pack? How big was this pack anyways? She had only met this Ame, Logan, Phib, and Malik. But Phib had mentioned another wolf, and there were probably loads of others too. And there was only one wolf leading it all?

Shrugging, she merely decided that it must just work with this pack. "Well that's interesting. I've never known a pack could be run with only one leader," she admitted.

"So... you think someone will take it eventually? What will happen then?" She pondered over this. Would Ame be cast aside for some female that was willing to take the lead with Phib? She hoped that wouldn't be so. It'd be terrible for the seer.

Yet then she got distracted thinking about the members of the pack again. "Do you know Logan?" she asked, mostly out of the blue.

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Amelie nodded her head. “I think it’s the manner of all things for life to be rearranging itself. Someday a female will take charge- but, she won’t be me.” She smiled respectfully. She was not a jealous girl, although she was somewhat shy to the idea of another female rivaling Phib’s rule. Phib let her get away with a lot, despite the general consensus that he controlled everything she did. An alpha female might not be so forgiving. And her worse fear- she might see Amelie as an obstacle in taming Phib down.

But, that was some mystery woman. She could not see Anya, or any of the other females in the pack behaving in such a way.

“I know him, but not formally.” The small female noted. She knew most wolves in the pack- whether they knew it or not. “It’s a large pack, and I do sometimes get lost in it. We’re numbering thirty, I hear. Phib is a good man, despite what he might want people to be thinking. He can manage people well.”


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Echo merely nodded to it all about a female possibly taking over one day. It was probably natural for someone to come forward at some point in time or another, but she wondered just how Ame would feel about it. She couldn't say from wisdom or experience, but she figured that it might be a bit depressing for one to simply stand by and watch one's mate work so closely with another.

But, that was for later, she supposed. There was no use worrying or whatever else about it all now.

Then, when she got to talking about Logan, she couldn't help but notice that her heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. What was that? Her stomach tightened a little and she flicked her ears back nervously. What was this feeling?

Attempting to get around it and make herself forget, the omega merely shook her head and forced a smile. Her expression, however, faded into one of surprise when the number count of the pack was revealed. "That many?" she asked, barely able to hide her shock. That was quite a lot of wolves. Perhaps they were all more in the heart of the packlands and that was why she hadn't seen any lately.

"He must have great control for him to be above that many wovles," she agreed, glancing at the ground for a moment. So many wolves...


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Echo considered this for a moment. What she got from Ame's words was that Phib was simply a natural leader and, as she would guess, wolves instinctively flocked to the best leader in hopes that their lives would be improved with a bit of order. Seemed easy enough to understand.

When the subject of Logan continued, the butterflies didn't seem to go away. They fluttered 'round and 'round her stomach, making her become quite twitchy and nervous.

"Yes," she replied first, looking down only at her paws. She didn't understand this feeling!

"My sister and I first lived on the outskirts of these lands. We didn't know there was a pack so close, though. But then I met Logan and he wanted to bring us back here..." Her heart flipped when she mentioned his name, and she glanced about nervously, as if someone could see her heart racing out of control whenever he came up in the conversation.

"And.. I agreed to come with him and my sister naturally followed. I think it's bad for us to be apart. At least for me," she murmured, not quite sure where she was going with this anymore. She seemed so flustered now. "I need her."

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Amélie nodded her head sympathetically. “Yes...I think sisters are very important...” In a way, they were alternate versions of yourself. People you might have been. And in that, Amélie found both love and a crushing fear. She loved Ryukkii. She had so many good qualities, other then being predominantly...well, evil. She was smart, and clever. She had a great wit, and she was reliable. Why did she have to be so selfish? They could be-

She shoved the idea away, for it made her sick to her stomach to think of things that never would be. How wonderful it would have been, in her mind, if they had all lived together and been a happy family. Phib, Ryukkii, Czenthros- had they really been so terribly different?

Ophelia smiled at Echo, although somewhat embarrassed. She only wished she could be a better leader for the both of them. Hopefully she had made the right decision by coming to this place. This was however, the first time she was beginning to feel a slight warmth towards the land. The female seemed nice enough.

“It must have been hard for you, living on your own.” Amélie spoke reflectively, although she already knew the answer. “It won’t be like that anymore, not here.”

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"Sisters are very important," she agreed, arching her neck slightly as her gaze remained on her paws. Her sister was the most important thing in her life at the moment, and she doubted that it would ever change. They were twins, bound together by that fact and by their connection. It was a relationship she wouldn't give up easily and would readily defend in any situation. They were sisters, and always would be.

Her gaze flicked up towards Ame when she mentioned that it must have been hard for the two sisters to live out there on their own. In truth, it had been rather hard. But they had gotten through it and hopefully the seer's words would ring true; hopefully their would be no more hardships for them.

Nodding, she spoke softly in reply. "Yes, it was hard. I can't hunt, really, so I was no use I think. And... I hope you are right."