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 Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:38 pm
 There are only so many places you can be in life. Only so many new worlds to travel. And only so many lives to wreck, or save. Granted, the task was far easier when you did both, but sooner or later, legends spread, and people were confused as to how many Noyama's there were.
The only thing that was certain, was that she hated blue wolves. Okay, didn't hate, but was sure they were destined for some sort of early death and what not. Her youthful years had considered them all doomed, and so she'd felt sorry for them. Adolescence turned that knowledge to hatred.
Adulthood?
It was a crazy combination of the two that left her completely insane in the minds of most. She still trailed on the path of the cougar, silently weaving her way in and out.
Some thought she was their savior, others found her fearful, and yet more knew her as nothing more than an overdramatic priss.
What she truly was?
No one knew.
Not even herself. And as she stared into the reflection, the black tears that streamed from her eyes seem to hold some meaning against the bright pink that rested so close. She was a happy wolf, with an inner turmoil that made her think distruction. But with such a love given life, that she could do nothing but give back a piece of herself somewhere. Then she covered it all up with laughter.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:55 pm
 Victor was the only member of his family with his strange coat color. No one really understood why, for his other siblings were orange, white, or black or a mix. He had been the throwback, his father said. And he had never worried about it, never feared being different. He lived his life without regrets, for regrets only held one back and prevented one from moving forward. And never before had he had an encounter that judged him on his fur, no matter how strange.
Well, there was a first time for everything.
He moved along through the woods at a simple lope, not bothering to attempt to hide his presence. He wasn't hunting, so why waste the effort why his blue burned like a beacon? But as he continued on he saw he wasn't the only one with such a problem. In the distance he saw someone of hot pink, definately not a color that blended.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 6:02 pm
Noyama wrinkled her nose, there was the scent of someone else, so very near. Carefully she turned her head around to see a wolf, not in any way, shape, or form like herself, trotting through the woods with a crazy demeanor.
She'd have a wry grin on her face, too, if she knew her fate was decided. Perhaps this was the first blue wolf that knew of his predicament. Never the less, all blue wolves had to be guarded with suspicion, especially this one. He acted like he knew something she didn't.
Best to ignore him for now. He wasn't worth her time.
Afterall, she was pink.
She turned her attention back to the placid pool she had found and took a few sips, as though that had been her intention all along.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 6:33 pm
Victor was on his way to meet up with his sister. They had agreed to meet at the river...and while he was fairly sure he was headed in the right direction, it never hurt to ask. He wasn't the typical male who was affraid to ask directions. So despite her obvious disinterest he moved up to stand a few feet beside her, peering at her politely with gold eyes. "Excuse me, Miss...? Could you tell me if I'm on the right way to the river?" He asked, offering a kind and charming smile.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 10:43 am
Well, Noyama couldn't say which way anything was. She sort of went wherever the winds took her. By winds, she meant cougar, and by cougar, she meant the brain that lay inside the most magnificent beast. He'd grown particularily terrifying lately, with all his sneaking about. It seemed the natural wolf fear of the cat had begun to set into her brain, and she wasn't enthralled by his company the way he once was.
At least the blue wolf knew his manners. Calling her miss, madaam, or any similar title was most certainly the appropriate way to go.
"Maybe I do," she mumbled, skirting to the right a little. "Maybe I don't." She raised her head to look at him, narrowing the skin around her eyes. "What's it to you?"
A toothy snarl had come to her lips, though it could easily have been mistaken for a grin. It was sort of a smile, and even more so a warning. What was she to do, be bright and cheery and call him a friend? I think not!
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