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 Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:45 pm
 Soot had been a dreamer all her life. She had never really done much else. She had when he was younger joined a pack but she never understood exactly what happened to it. It just seemed to vanish one day but then again maybe her dreaming meant she missed something important. Either way she was just another wolf again, wandering around in her own little world. She always let her paws carry her wherever they wanted to go. She wasn't bothered where she ended up.
She found a clearing and laid down. What was she to do? Everything seemed to odd now she was on her own again. She seemed lost. She had never been one to survive on her own, she got caught up in her dreams and thoughts and then lost all thoughts of where she was or what she was suppose to be doing, she was a mess really.
She rolled on to her side and blew at the leaves around her. It was something to do and she had little else to do so for now she would just lay there. It wouldn't be long before she started dreaming again anyway.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 6:53 am
 There went another one, mounds upon mounds of spit and sand built up and made into long cylinders to house the thousands of termite families within. Disgusting things, that held to him more of a history than anyone would know, and though they did not truly tinker with his past, the vermin’s themselves, he would approach the creations and destroy the evidence; killing all he could.
It was out of habit not really emotion anymore, going through the motions even as he marched away from the rubble, ripping his head to and fro while his legs hiked high and stomped down with strength. One would think he was crazy had they seen him, but his sanity was never in jeopardy. Even through what trauma he had endured, Krog could still keep a level head on both his shoulders.
The only exception to his common of mind was his act of silence.
Not that he was a mute at all, but he had kept his mouth shut for so long that it, like the termite funeral, had become tradition. No need to speak to things that aren’t there, and even when say a wolf passed by the desire to hold conversations was quickly declined. If he didn’t run from the sight of another creature, he would stand there with his eyes purposely wide and ominous, lips pressed firmly together with his ears hiked high; little interest would go into the expression, it just looked creepy to stare at.
Most wolves were too uncomfortable with eye contact, especially one that lasted as long as it did with Krog in complete silence. So he ventured around wolves, totally aware of his surroundings be neither wanting to care, nor feeling the need to at any point in time. Today served as no exception.
It was probably mid-morning by now since the sky was not filled with those peachy-keen colors of pink and orange anymore, and the cool breeze that comforted him had gone astray. He fought the termites moments ago, and now moved south bound toward no where in particular. There were scents close by, but not in view so the male figured whatever lurked was fast asleep and surely not to wake before he had passed through hours before.
He was startled to see himself in the clearing then, with a black female lolling about on her back. How in the world had he found himself here? Knowing his way around socializing, he had become something of a master at diversion; this was embarrassing to him alone. But as he stood, the expression of his own humiliation caught on his black face and blue brows shifted somewhat as the appearance of the other wolf was not blurred by his own worries. She was lovely, with that fur as pitch as his own dark pelt and those accents of other colors lingering and merging with the rest like silk. There was something cute about her, cute like his surrogate brother cute; it surfaced a pleasant recollection of happy times.
He didn’t move from his position, staring quietly from his spot with his head held high and questioning. She’d see him soon, and then the start of it all would take place; did he truly want to stay?
Possibly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 7:45 am
Itchy Back!!
Of all the times for your back to start itching. She had so wanted to doze off but then her back started itching so she had done the 'back dance' as she liked to call it, rolling about on her back to try and relieve the itch. It was worth it, yep without doubt was worth it.
She smiled at herself as she flopped back down and turned to look around. She spotted the male and stood up, her head cocked to one side. She didn't say anything to begin with, it was much easier to just look at someone and she had never been great with meeting new wolves. Socially awkward she had been called. Mostly because she would get distracted and not realise what it was they were even talking about. Her attention span was awful.
However this male just seemed to be watching her. There was nothing about him that seemed at all violent or vicious and he seemed... she wasn't sure what the word was but she saw something in his eyes.
"Hey." She spoke in her soft voice. It was gentle and sweet; a very feminine voice. She smiled at him without realising how silly it looked for a wolf to have her head cocked to one side with a huge smile on her face with her tongue hanging out. She was never good at presenting herself either.
"I am Soot." Introductions were good right?
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:29 pm
There it was, fate bringing another hound before him; a sense of temptation surrounding as he watched the playful movements come to an end. There had been many years between his last words and now, but the concept seemed to remain the same. If only he could recall how it was to use his parts...
There were reasons why he didn’t like to talk, afraid something would spill out that shouldn’t; there was also plenty of anger to go around, ever since life went sour for him…
But even so, with all the built up frustration in his body Krog was never so much tired of the routine, but pained by its confrontation. Every time a wolf would slink by, though as hard as he had often trained himself to evade, the same dilemma would erupt. More often than not he would look stupid, or insane and the other would make its way out of sight as quickly as possible, (and most of the time he will admit to enjoying this) but still! There had to be a day where he’d speak again, he couldn’t go on living like this; Termite wouldn’t have wanted it.
And these had been the thoughts for a long while, fading in and out of his head from time to time as he over heard conversations, laughter, shrill cries and even the solemn howls of wolves in their pack. He missed his voice, forgot the tone of it but missed the capability and the drama it could unfold. Stuck in a mimes hole with little hope of escape, Krog was in distress. Soot, he repeated in his head. This was another shot, she could be his very last chance.
So his lips pursed as she stood, natures very own soot glistening off her pelt from the way she may have been settled, and spoke syllables with far too much charm. It was a common starter to any conversation, but more enjoyable in the way she pronounced her name, almost like hearing a music in the winds that make you want to stand still and enjoy. His desires were boiling, reaching a surface that they never had before, but silence could not be quit cold turkey and all he could do was crank his jaw open a tad bit and stare at her.
Welcomingly of course.
“…”
Attempt one, fail.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 11:41 pm
Soot watched him carefully and he seemed to try and say something but fail. Could he not talk? She pondered a while what it would be like not to talk, frustrating, annoying... yes she could come up with a few other things as well. The poor thing...
"Can you not talk? Maybe I should guess your name then!" Not that there was a chance in the world that she would guess his name was Krog but this was Soot and she was in her own mind more then willing to attempt it. After all if she wanted a conversation they were going to have one, it might just not be quite like what she was use to.
"Hmmm maybe we can find some other way for you to talk." She looked deep in thought which as slightly amusing. Soot's big ideas generally were worth avoiding in any and every way possible.
"Maybe you can try and draw shapes in the dirt..." It was an awesome idea! She was almost certain it would work after all, she did come up with the best ideas - obviously!
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:24 pm
His voice seemed strangled, throat clenched by some invisible hand that kept him from saying a single word. His breaths became haggard in his attempts, a trickle of anger seeping through his brittle shell; a crack that had been creeping into existence for quite some time.
Then she spoke again, and it would seem in his face she saw anger, the humiliation, and most of all the sadness. Her words came softly, speaking as if they were to become great friends. No one had ever approached him with such kindness, it was odd. His thoughts only deterred him from the pain that rose up again to gag him.
COUGH
He tried words for a second time, only spitting up mucus through the attempt. Turning his face away, he could only make out the words she said, not the expression she may have made. Tilting an ear to her requests, Draw? What was this; draw? He’d never heard of such a word, other than perhaps when the humans said it, and then water was brought up from the rivers but…that could not be the context she meant. In confusion Krog shook his head, letting his eyes express what words could not.
I do not know how.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 11:40 am
Soot watched him and started thinking again.
"You can't draw? Hmmm...." She didn't draw much and what she did draw in the dirt wasn't ever recognizable to anyone but her as a drawing but she had been sure all wolves could draw. Obviously not.
"Can you howl? Or bark?" She wondered because if he could it meant he could make a sound and then she could try and teach him to talk! Yes if she taught him to talk she could then find out what his name was. She didn't like not knowing his name it seemed as if he had no identity and that was just weird.
"Maybe you can howl with me!" She smiled and flung her head back howling. She howled for a little while, leaving space for him to at least try. If he couldn't howl she would have to make up a body language thing. It was the only way they could communicate and she wasn't about to leave him without even knowing his name!
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:34 am
Had he ever tried to howl? No, in fact he never thought he could because he chose not to talk. It was just assumed that with no voice, came no real sound at all...
The male felt his heart beat ferociously, quickening as her song was played through the day time air. It was beautiful, as often howls were, and made him soften knowing it were, in theory, meant for him. He'd never had that before.
But he was so encompassed by her melody, that he had forgotten it was all for a purpose. As she ended, which all songs normally do, he was left wondering why it was all over. "..." there was a hoarse breath, with some noise to back the claim he was trying to speak. It was a sad attempt, but he was put off by her quieting sounds.
Please, continue! I--can't. She had done this for him, tried in every way she could think to get him to speak, or utter any sparse hope of a sound. He had to give forth some effort, real effort, something he had not often done. Krogs eyes watched the female for a moment, taking in the technique she had used and threw his own head back, preparing to yowl just as she had. But it was no surprise that no sound erupted, outside the scratchy breath it took to do the task.
It was not that hard! He had done it before, he couldn't grasp why it had changed so much for him. Time, yes, had passed since the last he spoke but even still! Shouldn't it not be as simple as remembering how to breathe? He tilted his head back again with a little more frustration than the first time and tried it again, this time he heard something.
It wasn't the same cooing noise of the female, Soot but was as close to noise as he had ever gotten. He was howling, in his own way but the noise was definite and for the first time in his life he felt the thrill of noise. Eyes wide, searching for praise Krog looked to Soot with his tongue lolling and pants escaping his grin-plagued face.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 7:38 am
Soot watched him as he tried to howl and when he didn't she felt so sorry for him. How horrid it must be not being able to howl but then he tried and at last there was something. Granted it wasn't much of a howl but it was a start and that was enough for her.
"Yay! You did it. Now we can howl together and then I shall get you talking... somehow." She smiled and let out a small chuckle. She wasn't overly sure why she was so determined to get him to say something but she was sure that it was wrong to not be able to talk and so lonely. Oh he must be so lonely...
Oh woops. She said they were to howl together. She had forgotten being taken away by her own thoughts. She soon smiled at him and flung her head back letting out the howl once more hoping that he would join in. She was also hoping that another wolf wouldn't hear them, she was sure it would be much more difficult teaching him how to talk with another wolf around.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:43 am
And she was right.
For all the devastation he witnessed, it was no wonder he was as shy as he was today. This moment with Soot was remarkable by all standards, and even Krog felt a twinge of wonderment by his desire to stay right where he was.
She was so pleased, and it helped him; urged him. At first all he could do was watch again, recall the steps and the way the throat was suppose to warble; hers doing so with much more elegance than he. Then, with cranium tilted, he belted out as loud as he could into the skies.
It was still raspy, but more audible than the first and his pleasure was apparent. If he could do this, he could talk for sure; there was no doubt in that.
"....." He tried, but no words came. He felt the tension in him rise, and as soon as he had stopped his howl he began again, releasing the anger that built up in him, now as well as over time.
Thank you His eyes read, looking over to Soot in her position with warmth behind the stare. There was something peaceful about her, welcoming and for Krog this was a necessity, something he had been desperate for since his youth but never confronted. He enjoyed this, only Soot, and was saddened at the thought of leaving.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:41 pm
Even his howl, though it was still becoming a howl sounded sad and lonely. She let out a soft sigh and then came up with another idea. As she was so certain that it wasn't good that he couldn't talk. She would teach him and stay with him till he could talk and tell her to go away!
"Erm..." If only she knew his name, "I have an idea and well if you don't like it then erm tough." She smiled as she spoke, her idea was genius! "I am going to stay with you until you can talk and tell me what your name is and quite possibly tell me to go away but as you can't talk and tell me that at the moment your going to be stuck with me!" She let out a soft laugh, partially pitying the fact that he will now be stuck with her. If only she could read his mind.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 11:04 pm
He would never be able to thank her completely. Though it would seem one day he’d talk again, the ability to say those simple words and have them mean just as much as they would had they been feelings would be impossible. She helped him, changed him and made him blossom again without even being around him longer than an hour; at most. There were times in life that fate moved against you, but things would always right themselves and now, in this moment things were most definitely right.
He would never be able to thank her completely…or so he thought.
The expression he let loose was a bit of shock, mingled with an unexplainable pleasure. The alarm was apparent, and deliberately placed in order to mask whatever awkward and true feelings of satisfaction there was. He let his body roll onto the flat of his feet and grinned smoothly.
The idea of another wolf accompanying him was both thrilling, and worrying. He couldn’t remember how to be cordial when he ate, or slept, or even walked amongst the ferns. There was no real pattern to Krog, just a life led aimlessly and with a new presence he’d have to change all of who he had become for a better, more sufficient creature.
…To be quite frank he was desperate for this sort of attention all along. He missed his old self, the kinder and gentler wolf that he had been. He looked to Soot as an outlet, though there was indefinitely a change of friendship involved here as well. With no other way to respond, the wolf maundered his head in a familiar pattern, slacking his jaws to howl into the air again, a pleasurable tone held this time through the hoarse cracks.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 5:24 am
"Well that sounded a little better and so I shall assume you don't mind anyway." She smiled to herself as she chatted and then wondered what they could do now.
"Hmm what to do, no point getting you talking till you can howl without your voice cracking." She didn't feel like howling lots now either as it was open and she didn't want to draw unwanted attention.
"Maybe we could find somewhere to make home for now, then we can practice your howling again tonight and travel on to somewhere else tomorrow. Oh if your hungry we could hunt now?" She smiled at him hoping he would indicate in some way whether he was hungry or not. Oh how she needed to be a seer right now!
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