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 Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 5:49 am
RP: Ryoku/Sorin
Puppies are lonely
-A rough sleep had taken him at a sudden moment. he'd been exhausted from his long runs, which always seemed to begin with a soft gust of wind. He'd continued his games of rushing after the thing as it scurried on by from the start of early morning to well into the afternoon, when he had grown achy and far more thoughtful than he had when he'd first awaken. The unexpected meeting of a previous day had left him full of confusion and random desire. The thought of a true family had burried itself within his mind, as well as the thought of the dangers that dwelled within the land for a creature his size. The sudden thoughtfullness had taken a great toll on the poor youth, having dragged him in and out of his own world for a good amount of the day. One moment he would be running, the next he would have paused and become a dead thing on four legs. It was an inevitable thing, and Sorin highly doubted everything would disperse like the evening shadows when dawn arrived. The thoughts would plague him. That fact, as awkward as one might have thought it, served as a complete contradiction. He liked remembering what he'd done before, remembering the female with the rude squirrel. Yet, at the same time, he hated recalling the questions, and the situation, that had awakened a seemingly desperate emotion that he could not shake, grasp, or comprehend. He wanted someone larger, but at the same time he did not want to spend forever in such a placement. He enjoyed his wandering, his running, his learning. Would that be stripped away were he to ever settle with an elder?
The young wolf stirred in his sleep. He'd chosen to rest within the shelter of a small bush, the stranger named Ran having planted the seeds of caution in his mind with her leaving him after warning him of 'bad wolves'.
He had, at first, tried to sleep at the foot of a tree. However, the fear had overcome him and he had slipped into a nearby bush with his tail far between his legs the moment he had heard a sort of 'cawing' echo.
Once again Sorin shifted. His eyes had suddenly started fluttering open, a drowsy expression over taking the puzzled, anguished one he'd had painted on during his sleep.- "Nnnn..." -The noise was made as his eyes fluttered open and shut several times.-
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It was hard to say at what mental status Phib held towards his mate, and although he did give her more credit then most, he still greatly underestimated her in terms of her perception towards him. It wasn't that hard really- he was a man so set in his ways that anyone around him for too long was very easily turned towards his behavior. So when he had vanished earlier that morning, she had understood that something was up. He could be cruel, belligerent, proud and selfish at times- but she knew that he was a good creature. But finding him to talk on the matter was a task near impossible for the female, although she did amble about somewhat in attempt to run into him.
She wasn't particularly sure what was wrong, but she had a feeling his leg was bothering him. Phib was paranoid enough about showing any sort of weaknesses that he'd at least hole himself away for a couple more hours before calling for her. Until then however, his small and dainty mate traveled somewhat in the opposite direction- skittering westward in her realm of constant darkness.
Ryoku shifted, her soft, blue on blue eyes staring deadened before her as her head only made the motions of looking about. More so was she picking up the faint smells of the forest, and carefully checking her foot placement, but in her peculiar expression she looked almost unearthly- her eyes wide and unseeing, and her face placidly gentle. "Oh, so much there is being between here?" She whispered softly to herself. It was incoherent, as most strangely structured things she said, but it flowed nicely against her own quiet tone.
Cautiously, the omega moved somewhat down the curved front portion of a hill. It was not that much of a slope, but her impaired body flinched as she slowly descended. She could not know if it ended or vanished- and it made amends to be doubly cautious in regards to such matters.
But by the time she had cleared the slope and pulled herself into a silent trot about the wide girth that confronted her, she became faintly aware of a small sound uttering itself from the darkness. Nervously she shifted, her wide blue eyes catching nothing but reflections as her head turned to identify the sound. Trembling?
Softly, she lowered her head to the ground and inhaled the old and vagrant smells which littered the grasses. Images confounded her mind- some of them only shadows, and some of them glowing memories of when she had had sight- and at once, she became somewhat aware that very recently a young creature of her own had crossed in this direction. Was that what was making the quiet noise?"
"Hello?" Ryoku spoke, softly padding towards the bushes. Her voice trailed somewhat in her usual jovial behavior, although there was some concern strained beneath it. "Strange sounds to be of making, yes? Are you of hurting?" She called to the bush, although she did not know particularly what she was calling to.
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-Amidst his slightly audiable moaning was his breathing. It was full of staggers and sharp breaths the entire time he began reawakening. It had taken longer than nessicary for him to keep his eyes at least ajar, and even longer for his sleep clogged brain to rid itself of everything and settle into conciousness. Sorin had never been a light sleeper. He'd always shut his eyes and drift away. Not even the nightmares he had on occasion were capable of knocking him from sleep. In fact, the nightmares were hardly exsistent. One observing him would have noticed evrything due to the expressions he made, but sorin himself would have never recalled. He was young, and because he was young that memory of his was fairly fragile. What memories he had consisted of the things he deemed important, nothing more. Everything else often faded away into the back half of his mind. Whether or not those faded things were gone forever was for anyone to guess. Odds were they would one day return, when he was older, most likely much older.
A loud yawn was sent forth as Sorin began to rise. His tail, which had remained tucked beneath him even after he'd entered the bush, had flicked out and straightened itself, curling somewhat. His back had been arched as he stretched, and his mouth had remained open despite the heavy yawn having ended. A soft colored tounge was lolling out, tasting the bit of air that happened to rush over it. He seemed as deaf to the world as a true deaf wolf would have been. Of course, the state had not lasted forever, or even long. Which his stretching had been completed a voice had entered his mind. Like a startled deer he'd frozen. It was much unlike his encounter with Ran, when he'd been much more confident in himself and his surroundings. Uncertainty was capable of rattling the senses, and creating paranoia. The pup shivered, slinking further into the bush. he had debated on whether or not to respond. Despite himself, he'd spoken, though. Sorin was only mute when the transporter to his own mental world arrived to carry him away. Any other time he found not responding to questions directed, or seemingly directed, towards him difficult to ignore.- "N-No, I'm not hurting." -He'd stammered, voice carrying fragments of the remains of sleep.-
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The voice which ushered itself from behind the brush seemed to stammer with a kind of cautious fear, and in it, the small female took a few steps back, her ears flattening against her head. She had almost forgotten about her previous incidents with children, and she was suddenly confounded with more embarrassment then she ever felt from meeting adults. She did not ever outwardly mind that she had lost her vision- but in the face of children who likely did not understand, she felt her heart droop.
Backed up a cautious five steps before the end of her rump connected with the rough bark of the tree, Ryoku settled herself and continued to only carefully stare out into the direction of the small voice, which as of recent, had not given her much idea of how old [he] was, and if he was lying about not being hurt.
She pulled back with a shift of her hips, and paused. "It is good, for you not to be hurting then." Her voice softly complied, nodding her head gently. "I cannot tell why there are strange noises- but it is good you are not hurting." The pale female continued with a shift of her grey feet.
It would have perhaps been best to leave now, for she was still concerned as to the old king's current state of belligerence, but she cautioned herself to stay, her ear peculiarly shifting in thought. Strange- children running about on their own. "Are you alright, little one, if you are not hurting then?"
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-Without much thought Sorin had approched the edge of the bush to peer out at the new stranger. It seemed as if he had a knack for running into females, although he did not think much of the fact. He had a hunch it was a female speeking to him, for the voice struck him as one rather than a male. However, being Sorin, a positive identification of the gender was incredibly impossible.
The pair of blue optics gazed warily from within the bush at the figure of another. He knew it was a creature such as himself, a wolf. He was young, foolish at times, but he was not so ignorant that he would not recognize or know one of his own, old or young. The gift of smell provided easy identification of species...
Quietly, sluggishly, the boy moved from within the bush. His ears were flicked backwards, and his eyes had returnedto their somewhat droopy 'I-just-awoke' state. He shook it off, opening his eyes as full as he could, beginning his usual process of analyzing. He stared at the wolf, who seemed to consist mostly of the color grey. The eyes were strange, but he had not commented or even bothered to take much notice of the fact. In fact, he had hardly noticed they were strange to begin with. What were normal eyes? His tail swished once, having uncurled. He had planted his feet close to the bush, having not wished to move too far away from it.- "Uh-nn." -The sounded was emitted, Sorin following up with a more elaborated response.- "No, I'm not... I was... Sleeping." -He gave a knowing nod, oblivious to the grown wolf's lack of vision.-
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The small creature nodded her head, and the end of her tail gently shook. "Oh, that is being good then." She quirked with a sway. "I am sorry if I was waking you up. Hard to tell sometimes-" She frowned, and squinted her left eye. "Not so good, but I make due. Such a little voice. What is your name?"
She sat herself down, and pulled her head back. She was not too sure if she was being rude or not, keeping the poor creature from his slumber, but she couldn't help but feel slightly giddy at the sound of a young voice. It was pup season in the woods- and it was a time that she often felt very inadequate.
Ryoku flustered somewhat, realizing she was a little behind in her usual speel of introductions. "Oh, love." She said, in an affectionate term. "I am Ryoku." She grinned and chuckled, her tail gently swaying.
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-Sorin had listened to the tone, observed with a sort of dim cautiousness. His eyes were trained on the adult, never leaving her small figure, never. her voice had sounded gentle, kind. It was the kindness that soothed and eased him, the lack of threatening tone. However, Sorin could not help but feel slightly shaky. He'd taken too large a mental blow.
A moment was taken for him to settled down. He inhaled a breath, taking in every word as if it held some distinct taste. What was his name. The first word to pop into his mind, for whatever reason, was 'puppy', but tailing such a word came his real name, the one and only thing he wished to be called...- "My name's Sorin." -He spoke with his squeakish voice.-
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 5:51 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 1:04 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 5:47 am
RP: Ryoku/Retsu
It's all in sacrifice
It was something in the air which diverted the small female from her traditional path through the freelands. True- she did mostly blindly wander. But she very rarely strayed much to the east. It felt too much like walking away then it did when walking west- perhaps she was simply rooted to go west.
Slowly, the small female descended into a slight slump. She did not know what made her go east- for she relied heavily on certain mental images and clues to remind her she had not fallen into oblivion in the constant darkness. But something was funneling her today, and she felt it prickling on the edges of her whisker and on the ends of her softly rounded ears. It was a quiver in the dark, and cautiously, she followed it down from her secured lands and into a place in which she did not know.
The woods at this particular time found themselves a most eerie kind of silent. So when a voice mumbled somewhere nearby, it struck her faintly against the corners of her ears. Enough so that she managed to blindly, adjust her path, and birth herself somewhere upon the edges of the pool. Ryoku knew not who she faced, but there was the scent of blood in the air, and it twisted around her muzzle and chilled her blood slowly into the pit of her stomach.
Despite this- she was placidly expressed. In fact, she seemed to almost be unaware of what her senses told her as she strolled silently towards the edge of the water- stopping herself suddenly when her foot fell upon mud. She had a moment of silent consideration as she adjusted her paw, before leaning her head forward, and speaking- her voice notably unobscured for a moment;
"Do you not like what you see?" The soft voice spoke, as she carefully registered what it was that she was faced with.
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Had he ever? How could anyone like what they saw, when they could barely see him? Only when he was bloodied this way could you see the Heartless as more than a blur of very, very dark blue. Who but Phantom would appreciate such an appearence?
But Retsu would say nothing until he looked up. He felt the urge to answer 'I do now', but held his tounge as he often did, fearing she might take it the wrong way. He just felt she looked interesting, mostly her ears and--
...Her eyes? They were so blurry. Like Reicher's, only not hiddeous voids of nothing. He squinted his own to focus on them better. "Blind," he spoke before he could stop himself, and before the word was even finished dearly regretted doing so. "F..Forgive me, I apologize, it's just... I haven't seen a blind wolf in a very long time."
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The grey female smiled softly, her expression light across her face as she politely nodded her head. "Yes, I am blind." She spoke, her voice somewhat catching in her throat for a moment. It was soft, and like the previous statement, it flowed without the usual obscurity of her typical manner of speaking. She soon treaded on the time where she would switch back- but at the moment, she kept herself quietly composed. In the darkness she could still smell the faint scent of blood- but she pushed it towards the corner of her mind and did not show any form of apprehension.
"Oh, I would not suppose many blind wolves would be of walking up all the time." The Fourth smiled, and let it remain upon her small snout. "It is hard to be apologizing for the things that are, yes?" She remarked, her head gently shifting to the side.
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"Not that hard..." Ouch, had he said that out loud? Oh well, it was true. He remembered from yesterday. Pouring his guts out to Sashta, apologizing over and over. Some for what he'd done, but mostly for what he was. Even so, he was a better being than Reicher and Phantom. If only they'd kill each other. Life would be just grand then.
The comment on the blind almost made him laugh. If only this one knew Raja, he thought it amusement. It was so rare for him to feel that way. "Well, you see, there's one who lacks eyes I know of. Very loud and outspoken thing." Probably the most terrifying wolf he knew when angry, too.
Even Phantom backed away from her, which is why the waiting for her--and her sister--to arrive seemed to get longer every day.
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Even if the male had jostled her comment somewhat, she continued her soft and pleasant smile, and nodded her head gently. But she did take a moment to clarify herself. "Apologizing is never easy, no. But it is very hard to apologize for things that are not, yes? So much easier to explain the things which we are. We may have done things, but explaining the things we have not done- it is very difficult to put to words things that have never happened, and times when we fell through. That is what I mean." She chuckled, and dismissed the manner with a shift, and blindly the small creature faintly reached her paw forward.
It connected with cool water, and she enjoyed the feeling. Not so much that it chilled her toes, but that it reminded her of it's being there. To a blind creature what was real and what was not was often a subject of touch alone- she had to touch the water now and then to be sure it had not moved. She smiled faintly at it, a bit solemnly, and rose her head once more. "Eyes are only a part of us, yes? She must be a very strong person."
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"Tell me about it." Raja was one of the subjects he would speak casually about--provided Phantom wasn't within hearing distance. She was also the wolf he was most afraid of, and one of only four he really liked. His mind ran through the list. There was Sashta, of course, Raja, her sister and the shaman, Ran.
He remembered something. Ran speaking of her friends to him. The white one, Phantom's daughter, the squirrel (he really, REALLY hated that squirrel), and--
"Is your name Ryoku?" the Heartless questioned carefully.
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Ryoku paused for a moment, although she remained just as softly expressioned as ever. He knew her name? Then it was good for her to come upon this one, she decided, if they had some connection for which she did not know. She believed strongly that all people were inheritably connected through some circumstance- but this happened to be a more overt occasion. "Yes, Ryoku is my name; although I am also to be called other things." She said with a smile, and tilted her head. "I suppose I am in no need to be of introducing myself then," She spoke with a soft chuckle, and shook her head.
"Although, I am not too well known. For what do you know my name from?" Ryoku questioned her head gently returning back to it's original position. She was a wolf who did not show much difference between her winter coat and summer- for much like her sister, she too was frequently ill- but the tuffs on the corners of her face gave her a soft, almost feathery appearance at the moment. And yet, at the same time, oddly comical.
"And yourself? Are you of going by a name?" She questioned.
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He never really knew why, but saying ones real name made him feel odd. Perhaps it was because he was so often called a title rather than a name that he reflected that in his own words. Instead of Ran, he answered, "The shaman." How many of those could there be? And how many of those few could she know?
"Retsu," he offered up to her. Lately, he'd been avoiding his own title, since wolves seemed to react the same way to it. It was getting tiresome explaining such a thing.
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"Ran?" Ryoku smiled, and although she had up until this point not ceased to look pleased, this in particular sparked a much more innocent pleasure in the female. If this wolf knew Ran, then she felt only concern- not that she would not had the matters been different. She was an individual that could find in her no hatred in her heart- or when it did, she absorbed it either against her own weak will, or some other obscure conviction- it drove Phib crazy. Although they were much more alike then often apparent, they greatly differed in terms of their moral opinions. "Yes, I am of knowing Ran. She is a friend of mine."
In response to his name; "Retsu- that is a nice name. Many Rs, yes? A nice sound." As of late however, she had been liking the rather peculiar sound of the letter A but- her peculiar speech could only cover up her constantly conflicting balance between being dumb and saintly. "Tell me, Retsu. Are you hurting?" She spoke, letting the words fall as soon as she had spoken them and hang somewhere in the silence above the pool. She scented blood, but did not know if it was from him which it fell.
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"I bleed, but I don't hurt." If he did, it wasn't enough to make it worth mentioning. Any wolf would be use to it by now. How many days had it been all together, he wondered. Too many seemed to fit well. "Sometimes, we have to sacrafice some things to obtain others."
What he sacraficed was the simple pleasure of not being torn apart every day, having to visit this damn river to get rid of the ugly. In return, he kept an eye on Phantom, always knew where he was. It wasn't useful information to him now, but later, when the others were here...
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter, it'll go away as always."
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Ryoku frowned, and shook her head slowly. "But do you sacrifice something worth sacrificing yourself for?" She echoed, peering through her deathly still blue on blue eyes- which in some way, were her own kind of testament. She took a few cautious steps forward, finding herself within ankle-depth of shifting cool waters. So forlorn! It hurt her heart to hear such words. She had not at first put together a good mental picture of this creature, but now it was finding it's way in small pieces in her mind.
"Even when things are going away, they do not always fade from memory. It's hard to take things like that away." She reflected, concern flooded across her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 3:03 pm
RP: Ryukkii/Kiah
Are we mad...?
It was daylight, and the sun was burning at her infected eye. Although it had always- well, always being the past year but that was such a trivial matter, been pink and scarred and fat with disease, but it had never actually hurt until recently. Perhaps it would pop out. Pain was not something Ryukkii was unused to, for her body was always in a slow state of decay. The fact that her eye troubled her meant that it was a new form a pain which she had not reached herself to overcome yet, and it left her bitter and desirous of cruelty.
The lean female found herself sitting upon the slightly muddy bank of a small stream. The coolness of the water soothed her side somewhat, and she had found that certain properties of mud occasional did well to sooth injury.
She was staring at the horizon, but only because she needed a blank portion of landscape to allow herself to dip into her thoughts. She made no effort to hide the fact that she was intelligent- she fancied herself genius, and she was constantly thrumming and thrumming in her mind until it buzzed with such a relish of her ideas. On the side, most might have attributed that to mean she did nothing but plot dubious matters- but she was not that kind of wicked. In this current situation, she was actually considering the process in which a caterpillar shifts into a butterfly. Why did she care? She cared because she was interested in how such a creature could go through such a change in it's life? What benefit was it to the caterpillar to grow into a butterfly when it received sufficient food without wings? It was unnecessary. And she hated things that were unnecessary, so she had decided to eat caterpillars should she see any, just to eliminate the thought from her head. Such was her rabid form of thoughts that she could not even bare to have them on occasions.
Ryukkii's pale grey coat was somewhat replenished now, at least, on one side. Her scarred and puckered flesh on her opposite side was still just as sickly as ever, although it was not the cause of her eventual rot. If one ignored half of her, the other half was remarkably attractive- and she had positioned herself so most approaching company would see only her silky side. Perhaps they'd even fancy her for Fourth. Her ears flicked at the sudden thought of her sister, and she squinted her eye. She did not believe in coincidences, so she wondered perhaps if there was some metaphysical reason that she had just thought of Ryoku. Had she thought of her? Fate! Fate! Always thrumming at her head like a wasp!
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Not too far away from the bitter, half-burned female was one of similar attitude. Things were just not going well for Kiah, and it had become increasingly annoying. So annoying, in fact, that she had resorted to scratching up trees and throwing around tough hides of large and antlered prey-animals. Another act, one a bit more dangerous, that she had resorted to had been messing around with the deer and caribou. She'd basically fight with them, though she was smart enough to back down when the other animal seemed ready to kill. Such exercises had left her stronger than before, and much more muscular. So much so that she hardly appeared appealing to others, or so she thought.
Yet that was alright. Kiah had definitely changed over time. Company was stupid, she now thought. Why waste time mingling with the mere and useless beings when you could bask in your own glory of having survived this far without the help of all the stupid Others. Hmph.
Snorting to herself, the pink and magenta female strode confidently through the woods, not knowing where she was going but then again not really caring. If she ran into another wolf, oh well. She'd just greet them like her royal self usually did: no words, just a snap and a growl. That'd suffice, right?
Smirking, Kiah suddenly stopped. Someone else was in the area. Wonderful, someone she could torture.
Padding forth and not attempting at all to be stealthy--why, when her pink pelt stood out against everything and gave her away anyways?--she soon could see the other. She was quite ugly, really, but that was only because it seemed that her pelt was so fiercely scarred from something that looked like a burn.
The pink beta had often seen those types of wounds on trees. But on a wolf? How rediculous. Growling, she stared sternly at the other, wondering what this mutt was doing here.
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A tremor flooded across a portion of her shoulder. For a moment, she squinted her eyes before it happened again, and she realized the sensation was sound. Who moved in her midst? Her muzzle shifted slowly, falling into a careful grin, before rising stiffly too her feet. In her motion she looked almost like the dead rising, her small and pathetic body looking as though gravity itself crushed her. But despite her hunched figure, it straightened when she was finally upright, and slowly she turned, her duo face staring forward with a kind of haunting placidity.
How quaint, she was smirking. What a lovely little figure. The grey female thought, and could not contain the further grin from spreading across her face. "Ooh, what a stare!" The female suddenly spoke- and her voice too soft to be from her own throat. It was very much the same voice of her sister's- but it was unobscured and frequently harshly punctuated. It rose on occasion, but for the most part it was static. It was smooth and nearly too angelic. "And dare she growl at me? Shut your mouth, you little b***h." The female spoke, still the soft tone and it hardly rose.
She seated herself, now that she could more aptly focus upon this female. Her heart rate somewhat quickened- Ah! She loved these encounters. Already this wolf thought her adversary- and that saved so much time, really. She hated the dumb ones, and how she had to pretend to go along. It was really only self pleasuring, and it got old fast.
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Kiah held her ground, her face melting into one that seemed rather passive despite the raging feelings that roared through her bloodstream. Her eyes showed almost nothing at this point as she looked onward at this new wolf. How strange she was, both in looks and speaking patterns alike. Her voice was rather annoying, and she found it hard to withstand it for more than a few seconds.
Seeming unafraid of this new one, she strode forth from where she stood to semi-approached Ryukkii. Even up close she didn't appear too tasteful. What on earth had she done to her precious hide? Probably drove herself mad with her own stupidity and dove right into a raging fire. Smirking once more at this thought, she began to circle the other.
"You dare call me a b***h? Why, such a wonderfully working nose you have there," she replied dryly, sounding probably quite stupid as she was now mostly unsocialized.
Sitting quite comfortably in front of the other, Kiah grinned. It wasn't a nice grin, but rather one that showed that she might not be all right in the head. Vicious thoughts ran through that troubled mind of hers, and gave her rather bloody images that she quite liked.
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Round and round now, did Kiah circle, and the grey creature kept herself rooted, until finally the blaringly pink female sat herself down in front of her. What a face! Did she think herself a killer now, the dumb little fool? The pale creature thought, her eyes kept focused upon the she's face. Was she looking for someone to attack that she would go for her? Ah! Wouldn't that be interesting! The thought did not cross the female's mind that, quite easily, the female could in fact attack and kill her. Ryukkii had never been strong, but that was not what made her dangerous- and it was also not what made her feel that she would be kept safe now. How safe was this one? She thought, another slow grin crossing about her face.
"You did not ask me, what I thought of myself." She drawled, her voice rising softly, although it caught in her throat once with a curt punctuation. "Such a grin on your face. You fancy yourself mad? Oh, so steadily you find yourself standing, my love." She continued, her eyes suddenly sharpening. "Watch- fall. It doesn't matter. What fool wish has lead you this way, little She? Have you lost your way?"
Ah! Perhaps, perhaps. Still the buzzing, there was connection here. What was it? Nothing? Everything? So far she seemed anything but clever, and Ryukkii was eager to find out her intentions. Just a scoff? Oh! What a wolf to scoff with!
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Kiah narrowed her eyes at the other. She didn't like being studied, especially by one so infected with burns. The same thought kept popping up into her mind: 'This she is stupid, foolish! She jumped into a fire because of her own madness!' Of course, she couldn't be sure and was only assuming. But who cared? It wasn't like the other could read her thoughts or anything. What a freak.
"I simply do not care," she pink she replied in a rather bored tone. This other's voice was really quite annoying, and she felt her patience running low. If Ryukkii didn't watch it, she just might have powerful jaws locked onto her neck in a few moments.
"I don't believe it is I who is mad." The female chuckled slyly to herself, seeming a tad strange at finding amusement in those simple words.
Ears fell backwards as she continued to listen to the other female. What was she babbling about, calling her love and whatever. It made her growl with disgust. She neither knew nor really liked this wolf, and so she didn't like the familiar terms Ryukkii was using on her. Yet, she didn't go at her quite yet. No, that could wait. Let the other lie vulnerable in suspense.
"No wish. Just simple wanderings," she replied with a random hiss. "And don't call me little. You are the smaller one here, so you better watch--how dare you think me lost!" she thundered, eyes narrowing wildly. What on earth was this one's problem! How dare she think of Kiah that way, how dare she!!
"Do I look like some lost whelp to you, brat?!"
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"Brat?" She questioned smoothly. That was something she had not heard before. How interesting a curse. It made her sound almost respectable. "You do not care? You do not care, and you say such things!" Ryukkii smiled, a bit too gentle. "Oh, my dear, I think you care. Apathetic, maybe. Dumb, maybe. But I am sure you care, my love." She grinned, her ears sliding forward and the ends of her fur somewhat prickling.
"Whoever said I was not mad? Surely I did not- although, what I think is besides the point. What do you think? Do you fancy me mad? Perhaps I am, but perhaps I'm not- and, what does it really matter? If I am mad, am I invisible? Am I harmless? Am I less intelligent? Oh, sure. If I am mad then perhaps there is redemption because it is a sickness which rots my brain and makes me mad. Then perhaps it is all not my fault, and I am mislead, and poor poor sad story. But no my dear, I am not mad." Her lips parted, and came a toothy grin. "But what am I to say if I am mad or not? If I am mad, I do not know I am mad. Are you? Are you mad then?"
She titled her head somewhat to the side. "How dare I? Perhaps you are. Wandering? Maybe. Little sense in wandering, and more sense in fate. I do not think you wander much, even if you might think you do." She played, well aware she looped herself. She was a creature who was well practiced at mental diversion.
And then, suddenly- "You think you shall take me, little fool [For, I don't care much be you large or not. Do you fancy yourself large]? Bite my throat? Maybe? You will not, I do not think. Not that it isn't undeserved, sure. I have been attacked, and I have been bitten. But don't bite too much, or you might swallow a worm, my love." Hinting of course, as to whether or not her fowl rot was contagious. Maybe it was. Ah, wouldn't that have been redemption!
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"I have pride," she scoffed simply, looking away so that she had a chance to distract the raging feeling in her veins that screamed at her to just pounce on the other, to tear her throat out and feel the warm blood rushing against her pointed maw. But she wouldn't do that, not yet at least. She'd wriggle all of the information out of this one as she wished, then move on. Or, so she thought.
All of this pyschobabbling truly annoyed her and caused her to press her bright ears down against her slim skull, to even edge closer and tense her body in preparation for an attack.
"You talk as if you know the very ins and outs of this madness disease," she said harshly, eyes still narrowed and fiery with rage. Ryukkii was treading on thin ice here, and she probably wouldn't last too much longer the way she was walking along.
"Perhaps you are mad. Perhaps I am. But who are we to judge?" she grumbled, seeing some sense in the other's words despite her own arrogance. Finding others right was not something she quite enjoyed, and so she inched just a little closer, every muscle in her body tense in await for a pounce.
And suddenly she laughed, closing her eyes, throwing back her head, and laughing. This burnt one really had some wild thoughts running through her brain, thinking that Kiah wouldn't go after her. Of course, it was obvious that she did not read others very well. Or at least she didn't read this pink female too well, for she was showing all of the signs of wanting to attack.
"You speak as if you know everything, burnt b***h," the female scoffed again, opening her eyes to peer at the other. "Obviously, you don't know me quite as well as you might think. I'm violent, and you aren't doing much for yourself with your incoherent babbling." Sure, she could understand Ryukkii, but whatever. She was just attempting to get the point across.
"Worms. Too many of them crawling across this wasteland. What's wrong with a few disappearing?" she grumbled quite pleasantly, though narrowing her eyes and inching ever closer. A hint, one could say she was trying to give off.
Perhaps she was.
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"Know everything? I know some things. I know a lot, I do not hide that. But what does it matter if it's all but madness?" Ryukkii chuckled, although still she had not tensed herself. Would this female attack her? Oh, she didn't really care. Would she kill her? Maybe- she probably could easily do the job. But Ryukkii did not doubt that this female might not like what she tasted, for it was not her burn which decayed her body...
"Pride? Pride does not make someone wish to kill. Pride may put others in the way of your desires- but, I do not believe I am in your way. And if I am, what is behind me? For I assure you, it is nothingness. Go ahead- if you think you can. If you think you will, if you think you are mad. I do not believe you are mad. Maybe soon, maybe not. Although, perhaps you are, if you cannot smell disease." Actually, it was in Ryukkii's knowledge that her problem was genetic- if she knew what the word genetic meant. It was a blood sickness, at least in her mind. And all had had it, First, Second, Third- and most likely Fourth although she made such a sweet show of not dying. Maybe she'd live the longest, but she did not doubt that little Fourth would die just the same that she would.
This reminded Ryukkii, and she shook her head. "Ah, but you won't kill me. I already know my death. And you? Do you know yours?"
"Ah- worms. So swallowing, they are. Swallow one, and that's done." She quirked rhythmically. "Have you killed before, She? I wonder if you have. Liars will talk about blood. Oh, blood has nothing to do with killing, my love. Liars like blood. They like to say they have seen blood. But really, it's all relative. What matters is the shake, and I wonder, if you know."
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Kiah herself was now contemplating whether or not she wanted to go after this one. She seemed so insane that she wondered whether or not the disease was contagious. Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasnt, but she was in no position to go making risks like that. She had a wonderful life ahead of her, she was sure of it, and she woudln't go wasting it on some simple burnt thing like this one.
Choosing not to comment on Ryukkii's revealance of her knowledge, the pink wolf isntead chose to reply to her view on pride. Apparently, she had not enough in her to really understand the effects of it.
"Pride, it can lead one to kill, my friend," she grumbled proudly, settling back down again as she figured this one was more worth talking to than getting into a fight with. Besides, Ryukkii didn't seem like she'd be much of a challenge, so why bother? It was no fun if you could just snap their neck then be off. No, Kiah like someone who could fight back against her, cause some pain...
"It is obvious you do not know everything, for pride is a big key factor in some deaths. And it's not because someone got in someone else's way. If that was the case, it wouldn't be pride that led one to kill, but rather the desire to have another one out of the way," the pink she-wolf said simply, shrugging her shoulders as best as a wolf could.
Sniffing slightly at the mention of disease, she finally caught wind of it. Diseased! Well, good thing she had chosen not to bite into the other's neck, for she surely would have caught this same disease and not just the simple madness.
"Indeed, the disease is all over you," she growled, acting as if she had known all along.
"I prefer to take life as it comes, rather than trying to guess my fate," she grumbled, finding the other's view on things quite strange. Who would want to know how they would die? Wouldn't that just ruin the bit of life before death? Freak.
"I will not lie, I have never killed before." Nor had she ever fought, but she wouldn't reveal that. Basically, she had been spoiled since she was born by her alpha parents, and she had been given a high rank despite her lack of fighting ability. Though, others had no need to know that, and so she never revealed it. Rather, she let them think she was a threat to them.
"Blood means nothing to me," Kiah growled, tail flicking back and forth irritably.
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Ah! If only this little one knew. "Pride? Pride is nothing but a singular action. Pride may make us aspire, we may be ambitious- we might kill others because they know something that would hurt our pride, but then, it is shame that makes us kill. No, pride, pride is not the right word. Pride is difficult, but it attaches itself only to you. We kill because we love? Hate kills, lust kills, ideology kills- but pride applies to us, and no other. Pride is just a doppelganger for what we are too afraid to admit."
"Do you fancy yourself prideful?" She questioned. "Is that your worm? Too proud? Now so proud you think you are a killer?" Ryukkii fell into a soft, agitating laughter. It fluttered, somewhat sweetly. "Your pink fur slashed with muck? Do you know what makes a killer? Oh, I do not doubt you could do it. You could kill me easily, if you wanted. You could kill and kill and kill, but you will be killed. And then what? What is your pride then? And who do you let down if you go mad?" She smirked. "Fathers, brothers, sisters, mothers, friends, lovers?"
"Disease is on me, but I know what it is. Tell me, do you know what is on you?" She shook her head. "Fate is relative. It is predictable. If you detach yourself, you can see the tiny spider webs that chain everyone together. Really, we're all connected. It doesn't matter. Pull one, you pull them all. No one is alone, no one really is forgotten, but oh how funny it is to try. It's all dancing on strings, that's all."
She had a moment of silence to allow her to respond, and in the fractured moment she pulled her neck back in a slow, stretch. How she did like games! But this one did not seem to really know what she wanted. Too angry to know what she wanted. "Anger. Too much anger." She spoke, mostly to herself, and partially in a laugh. "We think mad and evil must mean anger- how foolish."
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Too much. This wolf made too much sense. She had too much knowledge, too much understanding of such violent things, yet she seemed quite calm and collective herself, if not a tad insane. This made the pink she-wolf rather uneasy, as all things reject what they don't understand.
"You make sense, brat, but I will not back down on my opinion. Pride is not merely an action, but rather a feeling as well." Yes, a feeling, one she knew all too well. "Or, at least, it can become a feeling if one allows it to."
Growling, she rose again to her paws. This one made her so annoyed, so uneasy that it was almost hard not to lunge for Ryukkii's throat. But the simple fact that the other was diseased was what kept Kiah in check. Or, at least, it was working that way at the moment. Who knew what would come next?
"Of course I am prideful, are you blind?" she grumbled, lifting up her head high. "My foolish parents made me this way, it's quite hard to change." Hm, hadn't she had a similar converation with one named Phib? Odd.
The sense in Ryukkii's words agitated her so much so that it caused her to break down, almost. Everything she said pieced together fully and completely, leaving no gaps in between. Such a connection made her fearful. Surely not everything in the world could be connected as such, the wolves and everything like she had said? No... no..
"Stop talking!" she snarled, hackles rising as she could no longer control her patience or temper. The burnt wolf was no longer tolerable. At least, not when she was talking. That smooth voice of hers that taunted and twisted everything she had grown up knowing. She was insane, as she knew how to make others that way.
"Pride! Pride is my disease, one that I did not ask for! My parents, too foolish to see their own mistakes, sought to make me perfect. They gave me everything, made sure I had a secure position as an adult. Well, that plan worked out well now didn't it?!" Kiah thundered, no longer able to contain what had been tainting her life since the day she was born. "They are DEAD now, and it's not because of those mutinous little fiends either! Oh no!! It was all their doing, yet they though they had done the best during their life that they could have done. They were fools, and I'm tired of their memories tainting my mind."
Whoa... had it suddenly become confession time?
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Ryukkii did nothing more then smile as she was suddenly yelled to stop talking. This, before anything else, brought her quite some pleasure. Yes, the female probably had figured it out now- she was very much running her into the ground with her speech. It had always been her weapon. Oh! If only she had not been ill, what a devil she would have been! Such was fate that it had sacrificed all four b*****d offspring of Slyph- including one, one truly good soul, just to slight the first. Perhaps it was all atonement for Slyph's sins. Or maybe it was hers, and hers alone- some deed done in another life. Ryukkii did not know, and she did not loose her smile thinking over it.
But she did not seem to be the only one contemplating past incidencts.
"Blind?" She laughed, and could not help herself. She had nothing else to say about that comment of course, she just found it ironic. Oh, wasp.
"Your parents made you the way you are?" She quirked, after allowing a pause of her own conversation. She spoke slowly now- still the soft voice, but slowly. No need to rush now, she had accomplished what she'd wanted. "Did they make you swallow happiness, and you vomited it out? I don't think they did anything to you. Life is relative, really. What can you do about things that have already happened?" She could not sound motivational. And here was where, perhaps in a similar conversation weeks passed, she and Phib differed.
Ryukkii would have been immensely amused to find that she was mirroring Phib's conversation in prior. It would remind her that fate was wanting some action, on their part. He and her- sometimes perhaps they were closer then she and he. But oh, that was an occasion for later. For unlike this Kiah, Ryukkii doubted she could talk her way out of that meeting. But then again...
She smirked. "Pride is a killer." She chuckled, the end of her banded tail swaying. "Pride is a rot. The pride die, but they live very long before that. They live until everyone else has died around them and everyone living has all but forgotten the reason for the pride. I would not be so prideful, my dear. It will betray you. It already has. Don't do it again."
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 3:07 pm
RP: Phib/Istas/Sigrid
A family moment
Haphazardly he traveled, although he did so in a most circular manner. Typically, his day upon the freelands would begin by starting at the very west- and slowly, he would curve, moving somewhat east, until by late afternoon he would once again return back home to his lands to convene with the pack and consort of what strange happenings lurked about in the wood. He was at the very most a politician- he liked to know everything. And not only did he like to know such things, but it was often hard to keep his nose clean of them as well. So as it may, the old king was not so foreign a face strolling along his eastward path- and amusing point, considering it was the direction which brought him into the woods in the first place.
Spring was coming, and the placidity of the season had somewhat settled on the great black wolf's domineer. He was not so much interested in shifting his weight about. In fact, Phib had been somewhat reclined as of late, and he hoped this was not a further sign of aging. No no- he was still too young to get placid. He was still as rotten a wise fool that he was- but he was still pleased for the momentairy time of peace.
The forest was somewhat busy by the time the large black wolf pulled from the shadows and began to steadily trot down more southward. The sounds of small animals were hustling about- many of which now awakening in a drunken state of anti-hibernation which brought him quite a few amusing moments. Snow was still faintly upon the ground, but now green seemed to show out much more then white.
With a deep, throaty yawn the wolf stretched, pulling himself forwards and then pulling back to see what was about. There were faint scents on the wind- and this intrigued him, particularly because they were wolf, and more importantly because they were female.
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After last night's storm hit, Istas managed to wedge herself underneath a small overhang to hide out the night, miserable. She was shielded from the worst of the storm, but that hardly mattered, as she was soaked through as it was. Cold and wet, she got little sleep and crept out when the rain let up in the morning, her muscles protesting her every movement.
The dark wolf, a deep gray with black stripes trickling from the top of her back and down her entire form, limps out across the rocky landscape and down the slope, where the forest waits. It looks as if some trees were knocked down last evening; she has to skirt around a particularly massive one, and then almost slips on the slush that the snow and rain has created. In any case, mud flies up from her paws and onto her coat, adding to her less-than-stellar appearance. She looks rather ragged right now: her fur is matted in places, and every so often, she gives an irritated cough.
She's so caught up in self-pity over her plight that she doesn't even notice Phib until she was almost on top of him. She turns a corner in the forest, and abruptly comes to a halt, Her ears rise, but only for a brief second before they flatten, not in submission, but annoyance. Her plume is held reasonably high, almost like a defiant flag. The rest of her, however, looks pathetic. She's not her best in the morning, and particularly not on this morning. Sulky, she doesn't say anything, merely frowns at the dark male, eyes slightly narrowed.
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Sigrid hated the spring. Most loved it's plentiful bounties, the cubs that were born into joyous families, not she, for Sigrid spring meant tolerating sappy stories about things she wasn't concerned with. Today, the adolecent female made her way through the forest, his movements not dainty or graceful, more a dispirited lope. Her head was held low and those brilliantly keen eyes darted around before her, searching the forest for any careless animal she could snap up in her jaws. She was in the prime of her youth, only just entering into her blossoming teens, she was an obsessive groomer and as she moved, her pelt seemed to shimmer in the dappled daylight.
After a time however, her saunter was interrupted by another scent on the air, one that had become steadily more niggling, more interesting as she went on her way. It smelled distinctly male and with a wicked grin, she made her way towards it. Any wolf was a target to torment and Sigrid, despite her youth was game to take on the world.
Only when she did would she gain the recognition of those that counted.
As the blue-sandy female drew nearer another scent mingled in the air with that of the male. She grew cautious in her movements but not afraid, never timid.
She came to a halt a short way away, not too well hidden, and listened, that grin still held in place.
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He had only just been noticing the slight change of landscape in some of the large trees, when out of the corner of his eye a female appeared, looking strained, tired and most bedraggled. He shifted for a moment, perhaps more out of surprise then anything, his tail arching in a question sort of nature, and his ears thrusting forwards in careful thought. He kept a cool, stern expression on his face as he continued to silently stare at the female, before carefully leaning his large head forwards and reconsidering the situation.
It had long been stated that despite all of his cleverness and aptitude- Phib was a complete sucker for women. Hopefully something they'd never find out, he thought somewhat with a grumble, or he'd never have much time to himself. The dark female narrowed her eyes at him, bringing forth nothing more the a faint snort from the black male's angular head.
"Hello there, my dear." He rumbled. He had a rough sounding voice- slightly strained, and only just faintly beginning to hint of his rising middle age. It was sharp though for he was quite articulate in the manner's of speech, and he did not waste much time to clearly dominate any sort of conversation. He was, after all, a politician.
Phib gave a slight grin, although upon him it was more of a partially self-satisfied smirk. He meant well, anyways. "Such a glower. I don't suppose you were out in that storm last night, were you?" He questioned, somewhat sternly, his face folding in repressed concern.
From the corner of his eye- he also noted the smell of another. Interesting...
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Dear? Istas has not ever particularly considered herself as a wolf that would earn a 'dear' from anyone, except perhaps a wolf far past their prime. Definately not one that's in thier prime, as this one looks to be. The statement gives her pause from simply retorting with some snippy comment, and she gives it instead the sort of blank look she believes it deserves.
The next comment, though, makes the glower darken, then relax into a kind of detatched, scornful wariness. It shouldn't really be a possible combination of expressions, but she manages it quite well. Feeling as if this conversation is slipping through her paws, she murmurs: "Indeed." She lifts her brows as if to say, 'Could you tell?' "These your lands, Blackie?"
An ear twitches back. She heard...yes. The ear is followed by her head, which swivels around to the incoming adolescent female. She gives Sigrid a frown, too. Istas is not in the mood to go out of her way to make friends today, it seems.
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Dear? Istas has not ever particularly considered herself as a wolf that would earn a 'dear' from anyone, except perhaps a wolf far past their prime. Definately not one that's in thier prime, as this one looks to be. The statement gives her pause from simply retorting with some snippy comment, and she gives it instead the sort of blank look she believes it deserves.
The next comment, though, makes the glower darken, then relax into a kind of detatched, scornful wariness. It shouldn't really be a possible combination of expressions, but she manages it quite well. Feeling as if this conversation is slipping through her paws, she murmurs: "Indeed." She lifts her brows as if to say, 'Could you tell?' "These your lands, Blackie?"
An ear twitches back. She heard...yes. The ear is followed by her head, which swivels around to the incoming adolescent female. She gives Sigrid a frown, too. Istas is not in the mood to go out of her way to make friends today, it seems.
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"Cocky, aren't you?" The dark male's mannerisms vaguely amuse her, though, and she thaws a little towards him in response. He reminds her less of Shilah and Kaya. Neither of those two have layers to them, or know the meaning of subtlety. She's amazed they've managed to keep Snowhaven for so long...but she's always considered it as one nasty Hell with all the ice. Maybe nobody else wanted to freeze their tail off. Or perhaps Kaya's scent scared everyone else off.
"I don't have lands. My brother's lands are to the north." Although she's not entirely certain she wants to be associated with her younger sibling at the moment. "South, though...hope you get less snow than iceland." She shakes her ruff, sending a few droplets of water flying.
Hmm. The other wolf's gone. She mentally 'shrugs' to herself, not knowing where she went...or particularly caring. There are so many rogues around, Istas really couldn't be concerned with the whereabouts of one specific one.
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Phib was certainly not one to take offense- and less of one to really deny the fact that he probably was in fact cocky. He hadn't intended to so much come across that way however, although it was in the nature of his more jovial self to be a bit self serving. But ah! What was to be done, anyways? "Oh, I've been called worse things." He grinned, the end of his tail somewhat swaying from the remark. Most of which he certainly wouldn't have repeated in front of a woman- despite the fact that he did not doubt she could guess the half of them.
He nodded his head considerately. "Your brother?" He certainly did not mind the slight apprehension as the female mentioned her brother- he wasn't particularly fond of his near thirty brothers and sisters. "A long time ago," he remarked. "I lived further north. But the south I've found to be a better place. There's no sense fighting over a worthless carcass of a land when there are plentiful places further south. But, I like the quiet." The black wolf drawled. "Certainly I prefer vacancy to a crowd of bushy coated wolves trying to drink the sea water." Watching northern wolves do this had almost become a hobby of his. Along with other, mostly peculiar things.
"But, less snow. Still damn cold at times." He muttered, with the shake of his head. "You left because of the cold? Or cold feelings?" He questioned, although he did so in somewhat of a reserved manner so that it did not imply he was particularly intruding upon her.
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She snorts, half in irritated amusement...probably as much irritated as by nature as because he is actually amusing her.
"My brother," She confirms, shrugging. "Shilah. He's an alpha of some lands to the northeast. Snowhaven." But she listens to him, curiously. He lived north, too? She's been so turned around that she can't even remember where her home was...or any idea of how to get back. But that's fine with her. "He's not exactly what you'd consider sensible," She rolls her eyes, tone wry. "Which is probably why he picked the forsaken place." She listens, scratching idly at the ground with a claw. "And I quite agree with you. In any case...it is warmer."
The second question seems to touch a nerve, for the dark female stiffens slightly, looking mildly affronted. But she smoothes the expression out...not quickly enough to hide it, though. "I got tired of playing lackey to a two-legged 'wolf.'" Istas was annoyed at having to be the lowest member of a pathetic pack. She misses the glory days. But apparantly Shilah doesn't. "I'm Istas."
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The black wolf nodded, not remarking towards her apparent displeasure over the subject of her brother. Some wounds were perhaps better to let heal on their own, and he would not question her further about it. He did however, gently raise his head and offer- "Siblings sometimes bring out less then pleasant feelings in us." He remarked. "My family is rather large." He grinned, somewhat chidingly. "I am twenty three of thirty-four."
"It's nice to meet you then, Istas." Phib spoke, dismissing the prior matter. "I am Phib." It was a short, quick name- perhaps somewhat mixed with the word 'fib'. But he had never minded his self appointed name. It was strong, and it was quick. It needed not be any more then it was.
Phib paused a moment to slowly consider, the wheels in his head always turning but now they flickered a bit quicker. He dared not question further however- but he was interested to hear of the implication that this Shilah carried with him a Man pup. Or was it all grown? He had heard of such things before... but he had not particularly believed them. He had always found Man and Wolf to never have grounds in which they could share, despite being so similar.
"But, there should not be much bitterness. We all leave our families. Where will you go, from here?"
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'Siblings sometimes bring out less than pleasant feelings in us'...her look turns blank again, as it seems to when she feels like she's being treated differently than someone her age group should be.
The number of offspring surprises her, but perhaps not as much as it would another wolf. "Quite a few puppies your parents had, there. I'm number two out of twelve myself...all sisters except for Shilah." It made things a right nuisance, too. Life would have been so much better without sisters.
Phib. She almost wants to ask if he had more of a name than that, but it's not really her place to ask...in any case, perhaps, with twenty-two siblings before him, his parents had run out of ideas. She's surprised they didn't just start numbering their offspring. She wonders how they managed to feed all of them. "Easy to get lost in a big family."
"And I don't know," She says, revealing a hesitation that she doesn't often feel. "I hadn't really considered it. Wandering, I suppose." But the prospect isn't one she relishes, from her tone. She's done it too often...the first time forced, the second time of her own choice.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 1:28 pm
RP: Ryukkii/Phantom/Audi
She scares children, sometimes.
Agony, but she barely felt it. Her body was stiff, and wrought with the worse effects of her muscular atrophy. She stretched but it did not do much good, and finally, she had to back her entire body up to correctly stand. As she did the bones in her back groaned with agony- but she ignored it, and felt only the stiffness in her bones as she did. The shifted with a slight pop, and finally, they released with a sudden flush of exhaustion which left her body trembling. She could find no breath within her lungs for a long moment- but she did not believe herself to be dying, and she waited patiently- ignoring the thrumming instinctual fear as her body slowly returned back to normal. Then, at once- her throat opened and in came a rush of air, and she finally returned to living.
Ryukkii stood for a moment, a slow, heated desire of bitterness crawling about the edges of her skull like an ant. It was in her opinion that no creature, living nor dead had ever been forced to suffer quite like she- and it was in her course, that quite unsinnfully, she believed her actions recieved no consequences. She was the anti-karma; what could touch her that had not already? What worm could invade her body and mangle her still? Nothing, and she was a wolf who feared nothing but her own failure.
The female panted, recovering her breaths slowly now, and finally she was whole again, and she moved without much of a limp or hitch. It was only in those moments that she was forced to remember she was dying, and bitterly she slapped her jaws together and wondered if she would soon feel quite like she did. Perhaps that was the reason Ryukkii kept her around.
Water was on the cruel soul's mind this morning, and she kept herself at a steady pace for about a half a mile before she found a pitiful puddle in the center of a ditch and a field. Her head sunk and fell into the water- swallowing it without regarding and allowing the steady pragmatic thoughts of her mind slowly bubble forth from her subconscious.
Her thoughts were often of matters of philosophy- and perhaps it was ironic that such a beast as she was also a heated philosopher. Or rather- anti-philosopher, if you may. Some might have found it cruel that a wolf such as she would be to be born with such a handicap- but in all honest, worse was the functions of her mind, to be given to a wolf who could have lived her life in quiet reflection but instead desired only for a way to burrow herself within the minds of those she came in contact with. And manipulation, she'd found, was perhaps the greatest worm of all.
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Oh s**t. Oh s**t. Oh s**t.
They were coming, weren't they? Those damned sisters.
Phantom shook his head, as if ridding himself of the thought would make it untrue. He paced back and forth frantically, something he'd rarely done in his life, and something he'd never let anyone see him do.
Oh, this was wonderful, wasn't it? Finally Sashta was alone, packless, and he couldn't move freely for fear of getting mauled. So what if he and Voodoo had caused the death of nearly the entire pack and made Retsu a slave? He wasn't even a good slave!
He hoped his nickname of 'the Ghost' would stay just that, and not for many years would he be forced to truly be one. All he could do for now was growl.
It was during his growling and pacing he noticed the other wolf. Not just any wolf. By far one of the strangest he'd seen in his life. Usually, he'd have thought little of it and shown no interest. Something like that looked disgusting as far as eating went, and outside his growing group of semi-psychotic to completely crazy wolves that was the only team he bothered speaking with others.
It was good to know your meal.
Food or not, he needed to distract himself now. Until he could calm down and think. This prodded him to step forward, slowly at first, stopping when he was in clear view of the female and glancing her over. Interesting...
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The silver female remained still, although she knew now that the eyes of another wolf were upon her. He said nothing to her, and she likewise, did not say anything to him, or even acknowledge his presence until she was done rehydrating herself. She did so in an almost mechanical fashion- her mind went somewhat distant, as she swallowed water in careful quantities- mindful of the weakness in her esophagus muscles and those of her shoulder blades and side. They were acting up today, and she felt particularly on fire with a slow, hateful bitterness towards each second that was carefully transpiring. Thoughts crossed about her mind with a steady, fluctuant pattern- but little was she intent on truly pinpointing any at that moment.
Finally, she raised just her eyes, her sharp blue eye gazing upwards and catching sight of the male who stared at her from just above the slump of the hill. Her left eye remained deadened and pink with infection- but even it, too, seemed to be staring forward and intently keeping track of the pale creature's eyes. Another slow swallow- and Ryukkii brought herself back. Her head pulled forwards, and for one so concealed in rage and destructive lusts, her face was almost placidly angelic.
The creature took a slow step forward, her paw sinking down into the mud of the ditch, but she did not remove her eyes from the creature as she slowly considered a multitude of quickly fracturing thoughts in her mind. A small smile crossed about the bridge of her muzzle, and her ears flanked forward. He looked somewhat strained- but she could not tell if it was at her, or his own thoughts. She considered the latter mostly, for she as of yet had done nothing to show anyone that she was anything but a poor depraved creature.
A faint droplet of water fell from her snout, and she crinkled it with a most peculiarly jovial smile. "Hello there," She spoke, her voice too soft for one so mangled as she. It soft on the ears, and sounded almost musical. "You seem to have misplaced your eyes upon me, Wolf." She spoke, her head raising and the end of her tail drooping into the pool.
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Phantom had been so busy worrying himself over Raja and Solan he'd nearly forgotten he was the greatest beast to walk the Earth (in his opinion, and of course that was always right, because it was his). This strangers words reminded him of it.
"Phantom," he corrected in a low voice, his eyes settling back to the narrowed way they usually were. It was an almost-constant glare, that didn't let up any even when he laughed--one of the many things that made him so creepy.
But, for once, he spoke with someone who was also. More so than him appearence wise. "I move my eyes were I wish and you'd do good to remember it, Wolf."
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A light chuckle fluttered from the female's throat, although towards the end it pulled almost into a low, droning fashion. She shifted and took a step forward, clearing the puddle and moving onto the shore. "Phantom then? What a clever name." She laughed, her eyes glittering. "Tell me, dear Phantom- Why have you changed your name? Or did you parents so loathe you they denounced such a calling upon you? A child they wished only as air?" Ryukkii questioned, her voice melodic in it's constant jarring nature, and occasionally her burned side flinched as her body reacted to tiny motions of pain which she only realized where there when she focused upon them. Slice slice- where would the worm fall? So began her steady and almost subconscious evaluation based on the other's reactions.
Interesting were these wolves of this wood- did they all think themselves so high and mighty? Certainly from her more recent encounters, it seemed so. But she had seen from Kiah, perhaps the covered themselves less then they believed.
"But, mind you my love. I care not where your eyes fall but be they upon mine I may feel obliged to question why they are there- although I am rather certain I know the answer to that." She spoke, her voice quick and almost sharp in its smoothness.
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"It's a title," he told her truthfully. He had many of them.
And while Phantom wasn't as mighty as he felt he was, he wasn't too far from it. Arrogant he may be, he was also a feared sight for those who had seen the things he'd done--and not many had and lived to tell about it.
He truly feared only one wolf, the one that had him worried only a minute ago. Many a time he found him concerned with the lynx of his group, Oki. She almost seemed built by nature to take down any wolf--even one big as him.
"I'm certain you do." How could you look like that and not know why one would stare? "Your appearence is interesting, and I believe you've meant one of my wolves--the Heartless."
Speaking of 'his' wolves, one of them had stumbled her way to the two of them. The one named Audi. "Phantom!" she whined, stopping beside him. Her originally intent had been to complain the lynx was making funny faces at her--though a more proper word was threatening.
However, she caught sight of the wolf he was talking to, and without even realizing she did it darted under him, and lowered herself to the ground. "Who's that?" she whispered. Her whispers were the volume of speaking for most other wolves.
"A wanderer," he guessed, glaring down at her. Stupid puppies. If they didn't get better with age he'd been eating them for sure.
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The Heartless? Her mind rustled in quiet consideration, and she had to search through her constantly shifting mind to pull back the memory. She inhaled and could somewhat smell him- on her thoughts, and now she could identify whom he was speaking with. The night blue wolf that faded into the shadows- and had identified himself as death. Ah, death, she remembered him now, and her tongue crossed across the bridge of her narrow snort.
Interesting, such a band. "You certainly have a pension for titles," She spoke. "I wonder then, what a wolf might need them for." Ryukkii spoke rhetorically, although for a moment her eyes became fixated upon the small child running from the bushes, and towards the one called Phantom.
"And, she I assume has a title?" The female spoke coolly, with a slighted expression crossed about her. "Perhaps then, Plague? Or Pestilence?" Her eyes fluttered down to the child. She did not move from her position- which was about five feet away, but she adjusted herself so her spine curved somewhat and allowed her to relax her particularly numb side. "I am Ryukkii, little She."
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"I call her 'potential meal' if that qualifies." Phantom didn't sound annoyed, though he would have with any normal looking wolf. He had a patience with the odd, the strange, to rival even that of Ran who's seemed endless with everyone but him.
Audi hadn't heard him, probably for the best. When Ryukkii looked at her, she instinctively backed up. Poor misguided youth. As if Phantom would protect her if it came down to it. "Oh," she mumbled.
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Ryukkii quirked a small grin. She did not feel he expected to unnerve her with the remark- for certainly, she cared nothing for the child, and she cared nothing what Phantom did with it. She had to question herself then, why bring the matter up. There were a variety of reasons, and her mind was quick to begin sorting them. It was much like a game- and she had to admit, she normally figured out the motives of others in less then a few moments. This one, perhaps, a bit more interesting.
"An interesting choice," The female spoke, although she could not loose her sliding grin- for now she realized the small pup was crawling further behind Phantom at her gaze. "She must be a good little girl to not have been followed through on." She slided, although it was nor sure who she was jeering at- perhaps she did not even know. "Are you a good little girl?" The female questioned, her eyes not flickering towards the small child, mostly obstructed by Phantom's pale fur.
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Audi's eyes widened in alarm. "Y-yes," she answered automatically. In truth, she was already showing signs of being a future trouble maker. Getting into things, starting arguements with whatever puppies (if any) Phantom had following him. Lying had seemed like a useless thing before, but she had no problem doing it now.
Phantom was the cannibal, but because Audi posessed the naive nature of a puppy, the one that said the scariest wolves were ones who looked like this one, she cowered near him as if he were Sashta.
Before she'd given her to him, that is.
Phantom side-stepped, a puff of air coming from his nose. How annoying. "You must scare puppies everywhere." It wasn't an insult, just a mere observation.
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"A force of habit, although it is not much of my concern what feelings I might evoke in children." She spoke, rather as a matter of factly, her ears pivoting. "But, then again, I do not focus my attentions on one so young. What care I, with children?" She truly did find little interest in them. They were small, and easily corruptible- corruptible enough for them to be utterly pointless. Sure, you could train a child, mess up a child, and they would love you still- but there was no game in that. She did not do what she did to gain followers.
"Does it trouble you that I worry the child?" She questioned, the corner of her brow raising. She glanced back at the young creature, and squinted her brow. "And do you then, pride yourself on keeping your potential meal around? An interesting statement, dear Phantom."
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 1:31 pm
RP: Phib/Khal/Hati
Old friends.
A noise leapt up from somewhere between the edges of a small grove of trees. It was a snap- quick, and sharp in the afternoon, and it quickly was followed more a series of loud, thumping crashes. A few small animals that had been hidden scurried from view as the crashing noises became louder with each thud. And then, from between the trees a small, and lean buck bolted from beneath the winter capped reeds.
It wheezed with a snort of warm mist, and quickly changed his direction, leaping a sharp right. He soared- but the hastiness of his decision had allowed for a miscalculation. The deer fumbled and connected sharply with the side of one of the trees, and the creature made a sharp 'wheep' as the wood clawed at him. The feeling of the wood clawing at him shocked his movements and he stumbled, frantically flailing the end of his hooves into the air in hopes of catching that which was perusing him. But the shadow which had fleetly moved across the brush in lieu of the deer had already crossed to his left, and no longer lay within the path of the deer's sharp hooves. The buck stumbled, but righted himself in time to turn and face the creature after him- and for a moment they seemed to look at one another before the buck wheezed, jerked, and managed to propel himself up a narrow ridge and on top of a flat limestone rock. It scrambled and hoisted itself up, while the dark shape below licked its lips and decided to give it a rest.
It had not been that Phib was particularly hungry at the moment- the opportunity had simply presented itself and he had not been able to resist the chase. Winded, he panted and sat, watching the spot on the rock where the deer had vanished. He could have followed chase, but it was unlikely that he would catch back up now. He did nothing to disclaim the fact that he was in fact an arrogant creature- but he also saw little logic in expending his strength after a clumsy chase. He held his logic in a much higher regard then his pride.
Faintly, the black beast swallowed and shook his head. It had all been good fun though, the adrenaline from the run left him somewhat jittery and exhilarated. His fur was still half bristled and fluffed, and he had to stretch to contain the energy which was still pounding through him. He swallowed again, and with this inhalation, in swallowed a thick smell from the woods before him. His head rose steadily and he shifted, the corner of his ear docking somewhat. Another figure in the shadow- but it was faint now and he felt only the presence. Tingling, he flicked his tail upwards and padded towards the direction of the scent, his pale eyes somewhat wild with what remained from the hunt.
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The soft sound of scratching echoed a bit in the trees as the silvery wolf relaxed for a moment to relieve an itch that had hidden itself behind her ear. It was a pleasant enough day, Hati supposed, and she was feeling rather lazy. Not particularly uncommon for her, but not an everyday occurance. She certainly looked the part at the moment though, a back leg half-heartedly scratching and eyes partialy closed. She realy had nothing to entertain herself. She had eaten recently, her bird was off doing who knew what, and she hadn't met anyone new. Or anyone really.
She was growing bored of it really.
With a whumph of a sigh and an easy movement her largish form stood, and she turned her head around to study her surroundings. Nothing too interesting. The same surroundings as the last time she had looked. With a shrug of defeat she walked off to the west, not sure where she was headed.
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His ear flicked slightly, as the sound of footsteps reached him. The male's large tan head turned, and to his surprise, he saw a familiar form. Not something he was used to since leaving his pack. He noticed that it was the wolf Phib, and without thinking his tail thumped the ground a few times.
Khal stood and padded over to Phib, the only wolf he had met here that he could call a friend. Sort of. He smiled to the other wolf, and bowed his head in greeting. "Well met, Phib." He said with a nod. "I'm pleased to see you again." He obviously told the truth, his uncontrolable tail thumping the ground once more, making clouds of dust rise around it.
Khals nose went to the air suddenly as a scent came to him. A female. Odd, that was exactly what had happened the last time they met. Khal, Phib, and a femme. Khal pushed the deja vu aside, and concentrated once more on his current companion.
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The brute shifted, the corners of his ears carefully swiveling as he considered slowly the status of the forest at this particular moment. There were scents on the winds now- more clearly then there were before, and his heart was still thudding from the chase. It left him wired, and feeling rather... giddy? Perhaps that wasn't the appropriate word, but he certainly was jazzed. And amused enough to quickly skirt through the woods on the heels of the smell on the wind- but he had been following Hati's when a voice struck him out from the surrounding terrain. At once, he flanked and turned, his sharp green eyes flinting in the pale light.
A familiar looking older male stepped forward, his tail somewhat swaying. The old king furrowed his brow for a moment, considering, before he arched it in a curl and trotted forward, generally looking rather pleased despite the typical flatness of his expression. "Good afternoon, Khal." He remarked, rather secretively smug that he had remembered the name. He had a habit for remembering obscure things, and he would have hated for that to fall through just then.
"And what might you be doing in this area today?" He remarked rather amiably, although Phib became somewhat distracted for a moment as the smells of a creature heading westward caught his attention- particularly because they were female, and he was near hard wired to picking up the scent of that. This smell however was about as familiar as Khal's, and he chuckled somewhat as he sat himself down. No reason to move- and, his left leg had started to hurt him from the run, and he had no intention of giving that away.
"You seem to attract female company." He remarked, somewhat placidly as he turned his head back, although despite his stern expression he did look pleased for the company.
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Hati tilted her head as, despite the unhelpful wind, she caught the scent of other wolves. She sniffed for a second, a bit annoyed that the breeze was not more useful to her at the moment, before discerning at least on of the smells. It was Phib.
Happy, at least, that she now had something to do, she headed in the general direction of the scent. Phib was the first wolf (not counting that silly thing that masquraded as one) that she had met here, and she had run into him almost as regularly as Ran. It was a pleasant thing to not have to re-introduce yourself. However, it was becoming evident she would have to do the whole introduction thing anyway, despite her lazy attitude today, as Phib was entertaining company. As she came within sight she caught the some of Phib's conversation. Figured. She almost always heard such things from him. She was might have to start thinking him a bit of a lech, although the very thought of it made her chuckle inwardly.
"Hello again Phib," she called to the large male, her voice level, carying easily in the quiet. She was close enough now that she didn't need to raise her voice, "and greetings stranger," she added, directing her attention to the other, older wolf. She hadn't met him before. She would have remembered because he was such natural colors, which was as odd in these parts as neon wolves. She was actualy begining to really apreciate the different coats that she had seen. It made her feel so worldly.
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Khaliki chuckled at Phibs comment. "I'm afraid my luck with the females has been rather... nonexistant of late." He said shaking his head in amusement. "Seems they all flock to the youngin's like yourself." He grinned again, watching as the female approached.
Never before had Khal seen so many different coat colors. His old pack was made of all earthly colored wolves, none harboring any colors as bright as dark red.
Khal pushed the thoughts aside as the femme greeted Phib, and then himself. He bowed his head low in greeting. "Greetings miss." He said with a smile. He turned back to Phib, "I've just been wandering around here. Mostly trying to get something to eat. I haven't eaten in about two days, I think." He said with a slight shrug.
He turned once again to the female, his smile never leaving and his kind eyes taking her in, "I am called Khaliki." He said, his body tense. Had this one heard the rumors? He desperately hoped that the others wolves were like Phib, and had not yet heard about Khaliki the Cub Killer, the wrongful nickname he had aquired.
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Phib chuckled somewhat as Hati arrived, for a moment considering the slight flicker of amusement she seemed to reach from his prior comment. It was true, he did enjoy female company. He liked it a great deal more then male company- not to say that he was displeased by male company either. Perhaps it was a fault of the blood- certainly, women had been Hrothmund's downfalling. But he did not view women with the intent of husbanding certain thoughts in his mind- for he truly was most devoted to his mate. But, this disregarded, he still enjoyed female company.
"Young?" Phib sputtered for a moment, although he certainly did not mind the compliment. It seemed in a woods full of younger wolves, he spent the majority of his time being the elder wolf. He did not deny the fact that he was now well into being middle aged- but it did fluff his ego to consider himself still rather youthful.
He gave a slight deep chuckle over the idea, and nodded his head towards Hati. "Hello there, Hati." He spoke.
He was perhaps about to say something more to her, when his face somewhat slackened and he glanced over to Khal, his ears slanted forwards in a slope. "You haven't eaten for two days?" He spoke sternly, his voice now a bit more flat and diplomatic. He had always had a rough voice- but flattened it sounded almost sharp. It had not occurred to him that perhaps the elder wolf had not been with others- but now as he came to think of it, he scented no others on the wolf's pelt. "Surely you are not living on your own?" Phib remarked.
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Hati nodded in a courtly fashion to the older wolf. His name did not ring a bell. She didn't really feel the need to introduce herself further, however, as Phib had already called her by name. She stood near the two other wolves and allowed them to finish their conversation. After Phibs sharp comment, however, she found herself confused.
It did not seem to her all that uncommon for a wolf to be alone, but then again, and elder wolf without a pack was a little strange. Usualy by the time a wolf had reached middle age they had either found a pack or died. Which was a sharp reminder to her.
'Note to self:
Eat rabbit
Clean paws
find packmates'
She thought to herself sarcasticaly. The thing was, she didn't actualy feel close to all that many of the wolves she had met. She figured it had to do with her way-too-high ideals and previous pack problems.
Snapping out of her self-induced reverie she noted that the other wolf hadn't answered yet. Good, she hadn't been spacing out for too long.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 4:09 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 4:50 am
RP: Phib/Starla
Unpleasent company....
Spring had finally came, and no longer did the ground spill over with snow, but gave way to thick waves of wild green flora. It had happened progressively over the past month- yet, he could not help but think that it had attacked overnight in an ambush which swept away all white and grey. What remained now was the wild, stringy spring green grass. It was sticky and new and peppered with bright purple and blue flowers the size of snowflakes. Newness was falling upon the wood.
His fur, still large and thick from the winter months seemed out placed by the color of the season. He was an ink blob amongst all the green, but the flowers shined out from his reduction of color. The few points of color in the old king's body too, the green of his eyes and the pink of his tongue seemed refreshed with spring newness as well. All new- it was spring again.
Phib stretched, but kept himself static amongst the grasses. He lay so that even his large body was hidden by the strands. The only sign that he remained amongst all the green was a slight bald place where his body rested, pushing the grass beneath his body. He was awake, but mostly static- he found himself reflecting. He'd be another year older soon.
It was hard to think that he had come to this point. Born from the north and being king- rejecting power, living in vagrancy, falling in love, returning, and returning back to power? Was it too late now? But it wasn't, and this made him considerate. Certainly he had lived through many hardships in his life. He did not deny the fact that his life had been hard- but to a man like him it seemed not so long and not so hard. Had had only had very sparse low points in his life. And now that he was back on top again, there was really only one direction his life could go- and this spring made him wary to watch himself.
He would be quicker now, this he was sure of. He would be sharper and he would be wiser, and he would be stronger. He was already well into being middle aged- he needed to be sure that this wasn?t a disadvantage to him. Young wolves would certainly be about and rowdy now that spring had come. New packs would come, but he still felt the calling to be wild himself.
Interesting how things continued to come full circle.
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The least favorite month of the young, water-phobic female was winter. In this time of year water lingered for longs spans of time in the form of ice and snow. The cold also nipped at the flesh, daring you to seek refuge in the sinsulation the snow would provide. The whole season seemed to attack her, leaving her irritable and easily set off.
Spring was the second worst. Despite this season being almost opposite to winter, it still held a great deal of that which she feared. Rain came down in showers and storms and coated the land constently. Everything seemed wet, from the swollen river to the dew-covered grasses of the fields. It was a wonder if Starla was ever happy.
The yellow and black wolf slinked along through the reeds, her ears flicked back in irratation as the sharpness of their stalks hit her face. Her pace was sluggish and pessamistic, for she was obviously in a depressing and foul mood. It seemed she only had different versions of being horrible: angry, bitter, depressed, or a mix of the three. It seemed to be the later in today's case, making her all the more trouble for anyone she met.
Distracted, set off, and annoyed, she didn't notice Phib resting in the grass not far ahead.
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Phib shifted; somewhat rising his head from the place it lay crushed against the bright green grass. A sound had ushered him from his thoughts, but for a moment he was too detached to make out what it was. His paws shifted irritably in a form of a half hearted stretch, before with a slight swallow and flick of his ear, he settled his head back down upon the length of his large black paw.
Had really so much time passed in this endless run about? It was enough to make a man depressed, but he found that he could not be. He had never been able to identify with his father's inability to accept death. And although he felt he may never feel the same, he did finally begin to see an understanding in what would be to come as elder wolves were forced to see younger fools take their place. Surely he had been a fool when he had taken his father's. Round and round, and he licked his paw.
Another crackle in the grass, and this time the male realized that there was another creature approaching. The grass was thick enough to hide him from the side, but he did not at first realize that the female approaching him did not know he was there. He rose up slowly onto his haunches, the curve of his back somewhat aching as muscles pulled, before he turned his large head around to view the female walking. Her head was somewhat distorted in the grass, but she had a most sour expression on.
Nevertheless, this expression did nothing to dissuade the idea that she was approaching him out of intention.
His ears swung upwards in a stern and steady expression, and faintly he made a slight gruff noise to at least alert the oncoming female that he did respect his space. But once that involuntary gesture had been concluded, he furrowed his brow and remarked- "Such a face. Hello there, my dear."
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Starla's face only soured even more at the sound of his voice. She lifted her head slightly, her white ears pricking his direction as her frown deepened at the corners of her mouth. She hadn't realized someone was there...she had honestly thought she was alone. Showed how much she had been paying attention.
Her violet eyes narrowed cauciously and she snipped bitterly in reply, "Yours? Yes, it's quite the sight." The comment was meant to be an insult, but not really a threatening one, just a malicious and somber twist on words. It didn't seem to matter if it was Phib she was talking to or another wolf entirely. She'd act like this to anyone really in this mood she was in.
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The black creature arched his brow and somewhat chuckled, as he ruffled the fur of his back. He crossed his tongue across the broad portion of his muzzle, and snorted somewhat. "Mine?" He remarked. "Of course-" He drawled, his voice thick and sharp in its roughness. "Perhaps it is- I haven't cared to check. How do you fancy it?"
Phib was a creature who felt very comfortable in the manners of conversation. It had not been lost upon him that the female had simply shot back his question about her face- but there was no reason to give her back the typical remark. Perhaps it worked counter to logic, but it did so in a manner which pleased him. And quite simply, he was now quite a bit intrigued by the bitter expression on hers.
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"I fancy it would be best you don't check any time soon-you might keel over from terror," She sneered at him and his relaxed nature. Often when one wolf prodded at another like she was doing they saught a certain reactin. Starla didn't really have that desire. She could care less what this black male thought of her remarks. She just felt like venting.
She stopped walking to stand and watch him for a moment, her tail flicking from side to side in aggitation.
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"Such bitterness in a young face," Phib could not help but muse before even responding to the female's comment. "And while I do not doubt I have probably in someway deemed the treatment-" He remarked with a slight rumble in his chest. "I am interested to know what makes the little she so angry?" Phib spoke, somewhat rhetorically. And although his face was steady with a slight grin, he did somewhat furrow his brow in a perplexed expression. Even he was in a good mood- it had to take something pretty big to knock that down.
"And, as to my face-" He said, with a slight quirk of his smile. "There's no need for me to be pretty."
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"It's a good thing too, because I don't see that happening any time soon," Starla snorted with a twitch of her white ears. She didn't like company, his or anyone else's. So, even if he tolerated her rude and bitter nature, she didn't see herself getting a friendly streak in his direction. Being friendly just wasn't really worth it anymore. She had nothing to loose, so there was no reason to try and save relations with others.
Her nose wrinked in a grimace and a glare was shot his way at his audable musings, "I do wish you would mind your own business." Why in the world should she tell him why she was a lost, vicious soul?
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"Of course," He remarked, his voice noticeably changing somewhat into a more steady tone, and sternly, he fixed his posture. "You bite at words as if they were adversaries-" He remarked slowly. "One can only expect such a response. Do I worry you?" He questioned slowly, the end of his tail swaying. His shoulder shifted somewhat, and he seemed to place the bulk of his weight upon the corner of his shoulder. "Such a scowl. No good will come of that for you, my dear."
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"No, you are the least of my worries," She clipped sharply, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Nosy wolves like him seemed to be common in these woods. But despite the abundence of wolves, she could not for the life of her find her sister! This, perhaps, was one of the reasons for her frustration and irratation. That and the spring rains.
"And I'll scowl all I like. I don't think I can even smile anymore," She sneered venimously.
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"Mm." He responded slowly, and this time, he rose. Perhaps there was a part of him that wished to show her differently- that she did, in fact, have cause to be cautious of him- and perhaps if she had been male he would have made good on that remark. But he did nothing of the sort of even hint of his ranking, and merely fixed his sitting position. "Oh- all the world is a sob story. Everyone has some vendetta, and no one smiles. But I think you can smile, if you wished. But perhaps you enjoy being bitter. We all have little shits that us unhappy and boil at the mind, but if half the woods showed that as the other half did, we'd all be a most cross sort. You gain very little from being outwardly belligerent. Now I know you are bitter- where as before, I might have thought you just a vagabond. You should not give away such things."
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"If you really knew so much, you wouldn't be wasting your breath lecturing me," She told him flatly, "For I honestly don't give a s**t on your opinions. Go ahead and preach all you like, but it falls to deaft ears." She was getting a headache. Mostly because of her own frustration and her dislike for being here. She didn't want to talk to him or anyone for that matter. There was no point.
With a discontented swish of her tail she turned slightly to head off into the grass again and make her way away from him. She had to find her sister, after all. Wasting her energy here did her no good.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 11:00 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:02 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:00 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:38 am
RP: Rio/Phib
The next morning
He'd stayed overnight in this territory, finding that he enjoyed the prospect of remaining near such a large source of water. It was comforting to have a maternal voice so close by again after being seperated from his entire family, and all of his friends.
The sun was hazing from beyond filmy looking clouds above, as they didn't have enough clout to offer snow or rain today but lingered as if promising of possible downpour later on. Rio could sense that it would be raining a bit later, maybe that night, or early the next morning. This area probably saw much more precipitation, what with the sea encasing the southern border of the land.
Rio himself was stretched out beside an old log on the beach, just taking in the scent of the salty air and enjoying the soothing, surging current of the waves crashing up along the black-pebble coated shore. His eyes roamed out over the waves as the sea churned in it's usual noisy manner. She was much like an old wolf, slow but sure of her motions. The sea, she was much like a grandmother to Rio...
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It was interesting for a creature such as he to be so surrounded by water, the black wolf thought as he slowly moved down the shore's coast. He had never cared for water. He had come from a place that was more a frozen desert then it was liquid. In previous dealings, he'd always had to make compensations for where the water would be. Hunting would have to be determined between it's proximity to fresh water to drink- and more importantly, unfrozen water. And when food was scarce, and water even scarcer there had always been the crucial decision between the two. Often times, they had gone for food, as the blood of a kill could more then sustain thirst for a while... but there had been hard times. It seemed strange then, that he would find himself strolling down the shore of the ocean, the climate relatively cool by wolf standards, and surrounded by water, both fresh and salt and the ones ladening in the sky. In fact, if they had any problems at all, it was that occasionally it flooded. It was almost surreal.
Phib took a slight turn and deftly padded across the shiny black stones. It had been a night now since the strange wolf had come upon the lands, and he was interesting in speaking to him without the company of Ryoku. Sure- Ryoku was an excellent judge of character, if you wanted the character to be perfect. She was good at never underestimating, that was for sure. But he could not get clear pictures of people when she was around. She swallowed his bitterness too much with her goodness, and it clouded his judgment.
The wolf was seated not too far off, resting the bulk of his body on a narrow log, and looking affectionately at the sea. Strangeness in this one- but he was not sure if it was a bad thing. He was not very sure of anything, really.
"Good morning." He rumbled as he approached, the end of his tail carefully shifting.
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He approaches, child.
Rio's attention shifted accordingly, ears perking even before the alpha's scent or sound reached him. He waited a few seconds though, as he was feeling lazy yet. Only after he'd had a moment to rouse his brain into a sociable mindset did Rio drowsily lift his head off of his paws and avert his eyes away from the great sea.
"Mornin' to you too, mi amigo!"
His tail flagged with a friendly wave before lowering again, Rio rising carefully on his perch to step down, posture respectfully not as high as Phib's. Rio was laid back enough not to be bothered with the intricate details of pack-life, maybe attributed to his young age, but he also had been taught well to respect both his elders and his alphas. To cross them was disrespectful and foolish, when they were good leaders at least. Rio had yet to come across any wolf that was less than favorable, however.
"How's it finding you?"
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Phib's tapered ears somewhat twitched in the foreign dialect, but it was not an unpleasant sound. It did break up his typical listening pattern however, as his mind flustered and made new contextual entries towards the words Rio used. They intrigued him, although he had still yet to figure out their owner. As the other male spoke, the black wolf nodded in response, the end of his tail politely swaying.
But despite this, the old king pulled himself up to where Rio sat, seating himself as well against the earth. When Rio made little efforts to combat his own posture, the black wolf somewhat relaxed, even folding back and laying himself down upon the shore. He was still a bit stiff from sleep, and the stretch was certainly not uncalled for.
"It finds me tired." The male remarked honestly, in his odd form of half serious amiableness. "And you?" He slid a cool green eye towards the other male. "How is the paw?"
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"Still got some kick left to it."
Rio reseated himself as well, settling in front of the log now instead of on it. The last thing he really wanted was to embarass himself by falling off of that log in front of the alpha. Meanwhile, as if to demonstrate the usefulness of the appendage, Rio lifted it slightly and pawed at the air before it settled down again.
"And, bah, I'm something like a morning person I guess, so it always finds me well. Less I'm sleeping past it."
A grin accompanied this strange remark. Rio certainly didn't seem to have much care about how strange he might come off to others.
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Although it might have been strange, it had little effect on the black wolf's opinion. He was a cautious wolf. He was clever, yes, and certainly he would not attempt to hide that he was very good at making decisions, but really the bulk of his good fortune involving such matters had all come from caution. Normal wolves and those who appeared in any minute portion a threat to him were watched carefully. And although he was not done watching, the abnormal behavior did more to set Phib's nerves aside then increase them. He privately enjoyed more open company then the ridged political format he was used to.
Phib stretched, feeling the stiffness work its way down through his muscles. "I never used to be a morning person-" he muttered in midstretch, but by the time he had finished, his voice returned back to normal. "No mountains to block the sun here. It lights up in little time." He remarked. It didn't help poor Ryoku was blind, and she had dug out her small personal den right in the direct path of the sunlight. It wasn't like it woke her up every morning.
His brow furrowed in thought, and glanced back towards Rio. "How did you get it hurt?" He remarked steadily.
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