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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 12:14 pm
 The day was young, the sun blazing up ahead and a soft breeze tickling the black, red and white male stalked through. He was having a dreary day, he'd lost his prized possession, but found it again, it had a small nibble out of it.
"Darn little animals nibbling on my prize." He grumbles softly, his tail was low, head in a natural lone wolf position, a neutral level showing no disobedience, but having a lones pride. His glowing purple eye's gazed about, shifting from the left to right of his sockets watched his surroundings carefully.
"What is a guy to do, with no friends, no connections for hunting, no want to hunt or anything." He was slightly depressed and it only got worse as he kept thinking about it. Unfortunately for him with all the time he had alone, he had a lot of time to think.
He sighed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 5:56 am
 She'd wandered again, her heart heavy with regret of leaving her mate. But they'd both known it was going to happen one day; it was discussed when they had gotten together, her leaving. Yet, here she was sulking like a kid who got their favorite toy put up for the day. She'd never really thrown a fit about it; because she had gotten to say her goodbyes and tell her kids she was off again. Wandering was in her blood; a gypsy tried and true. That is why she had left.
And she was scared on how dependent she was becoming to him. Myrle was an independent wolf, or so she told herself. She'd been by herself for as long as she could remember before Chagrin. But she'd met him, loved him and had pups with him. She easily fell into the roll of a domestic mate and mother. But it didn't feel right. And Chagrin knew it. He knew her well.
It had been months since they'd parted, and she had collected stories since then. She'd missed this; never knowing who she was going to meet, never knowing where she was going to sleep. Though, Myrle knew it wouldn't last long; she was older, a mother of a litter, and she missed her puppies so much. She wanted.... someone who would wander with her. Or a pack that wandered with her. Something. Some form of gypsy family. Even her pups, now adults, had her gypsy calling and left to wander.
She sighed as she sat near a fallen tree, putting her head on it, those eyes closing carefully. She was probably in a pack, from the scent markers, but she didn't care. She had just depressed herself again and was tired. This would be her resting point for now.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:53 am
His paws carried him slowly, carefully through the brush, trees had been knocked clean out of the ground by a previous nights storm and he eyed them sadly. "Such a shame to see such beauty on the ground where it does not belong.." He sighed softly and nearly missed her. His eye's had averted, but had done a take back just in time.
He'd never seen this wolf around here, she was a little bit bulkier then he was, muscle, he imagined, mostly in her legs. She was a traveler. He noted the markings, she reminded him of sweetness he'd had once before, but could not quite recall and as much as his nerves were shocked and he just wanted to shrink away she appeared worse off then he was.
He approached cautiously and tried for a wolfish grin, but nothing came to him. "Hello..?" He offered carefully, depressed wolves did two things, moped or got extremely angry really quick. So he kept his distance made and known, he was a strong runner if he needed to be.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:05 am
Myrle did neither of those things. Instead, her head turned towards the voice and she blinked once, twice, then sat up straight and offered a smile that slipped to easily into place. How had she not heard this... male? slipping through toward her? How did she not smell that thing dangling from his mouth as he talked; it smelled sweet, but aged at the same time. The combination intrigued her, but she'd ignore it for now. Instead, her eyes went to his markings, her head tilting to the side as she studied them. They looked like the thing in his mouth.
"Hello." Her voice was more light hearted than she looked, but it was laced with an uncertainty. Would she have to defend herself? "Am... I on pack land again? I couldn't tell because... the scent isn't here."
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:14 am
He smiled with her smile, it was shockingly contagious. "You're on the YMCA pack land." He plopped his haunches to the ground, tail resting at his side and relaxing, the rest of his body followed suit. "The scent here hasn't been marked in ages, we've expanded since first we took over this territory." He was startled by this point, he's never spoke so much or with so much confidence, it made his become shy and he lowered his head and seem to withdraw a little.
"I.. I uh, like my object?" He offered, eye's glittering childishly. He was blushing beneath his pelt and thanked the Gods for the black color. It wasn't the first or last time he'd blush because of a woman. He wasn't good around others, but women were hsi worst nightmare.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:24 am
Green eyes watched him and they narrowed as she focused on his 'object'. "What... is it?" She asked, motioning to the object. Myrle didn't care she wandered, yet again, into another pack territory. It all came with her wandering. Now a days she wasn't sure what packs were where and what packs she should be worried about. In the back of her head, she prayed her daughter wouldn't get herself into too much trouble.
But then the name of the pack hit her, a bit late. "YMCA? What.... does that stand for? Why is it called that? What kind of pack is it?" She was never good a holding her tongue for one question at a time!
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:42 am
It was like this wolfess was a wave and she hit hard. Questions spewed up and out of the blue and Merrihk took a moment to think about them all. "I don't really know.." He started, answering the question about his object. "It's sweet though and tastes like peppermint leaves." He smiled and it briskly vanished then returned.
"YMCA, it stands for 'You May Come Always'." It means we're friendly, have open arms and will care for anyone who comes. He smiled again, warmly, in a welcoming manner. "I'm not usually the welcoming committee, I'm not usually this talkative." He let his head hang a bit.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:03 am
So, this was a pack that accepted anyone. It sounded amazing, but she was still wary about packs. Mainly because if they said she could wander off for long periods of time and come back, it was never that good. She looked to his object and gave a grin. "It's colored like you, your mint object! Well, kind of. The stripes, anyway.." She laughed a little bit and then stretched out.
"Your pack sounds too good to be true. And it's fine if you don't talk this much. I'll keep drawing things out of you! And you won't even realize I am doing it." Myrle nodded a bit more, as if she was being smart.
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