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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 11:10 am
It always felt as if time were running out. But time was an illusion...could illusions run out? He didn't think so, but perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps time was an illusion which would never stay sane...like himself.
On that aspect, how old was he? Two? Seven? Fourteen? Maybe they were timeless creatures... Maybe they never really existed at all, shadows wandering the grounds in search of companionship and shelter.
Chronos was a wandering soul. That he was sure of -- and that was the only thing he was sure of. He had no memory of his past; was he ever a puppy? Did he have a mother and siblings and did they love him? Was he ever loved? Or was he just dumped here?
The lanky wolf weighed in just under 60 pounds, making him a small version of the breed. His winter coat was finally falling out to make way for a thinner blond pelt. Across his back were the markings of clockwork and around his neck was a delicate golden hourglass hung on a black string and his paws had been dipped in rust.
Emerald eyes surveyed the small wooden path he'd taken a nap on. As he stood, the bangle bracelets on his forepaws jingled lightly and one ear was weighed down just a bit from a pair of hoops.
Things like these made him wonder why he was so different. It wasn't the things themselves...but why he had them and never remembered it.
And so he lumbered down the path, tail tucked low and paws padding the dirt easily.
Time was an illusion.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:01 am
 The she-wolf panted heavily; her body was tired. She ran the way a wolf runs, pounding the ground at an even pace for hours or even days at a time. In this case, it had been days, and she had run for the reason that many lone wolves run: she had nowhere to stop. No pack or den to call her own. She followed a random pattern, moving from place to place but always gravitating to human settlements, merely to watch and to steal. Right now, though, it felt good to be back in her natural habitat.
She almost literally ran into the other wolf; his patterned pelt looked like dappled sunlight. Looking more closely, she could see that it was a definite, defined pattern. She felt foolish, skidding to a stop so close. She usually did not approach others like this. Feeling she had to begin the conversation, therefore, she commented on the only object of interest: “Those are interesting bracelets,” she blurted.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 11:32 pm
His muzzle rose up at the scent nearing him rapidly. Like summer and sweat and...something strangely similar to another she-wolf he'd met briefly. Thievery, perhaps? But it wasn't Abital. The smell wasn't the right musty-cinnamon...
Chronos didn't have a chance to move, the dark-pelted wolf barreling at him at a full gallop. He braced himself, rising back on his haunches in a half-panicked sit as the femme clawed her way to a stop. Their noses were only inches apart.
His ears flicked back at her words. His...bracelets? Chro rose a paw up in the air, waving the golden keepsakes that had her attention. "Er...thanks?" He wished he could remember where he got them...but no such luck.
Instead, his stomach knotted. "You...aren't being chased or something, are you?" he peered over her shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 9:14 pm
Amaury quickly regained some of her composure, putting on her usual friendly, but aloof, face. "No," she said quietly. "Sometimes... there is nothing else, and you must run." She fumbled over the words; it seemed an explanation was necessary, but how could she explain the deep-seated need to run when there was nowhere to stop without sounding foolish or emotional? This wolf threw her off guard; he smelled nervous, and that in turn made her nervous.
She averted her eyes, pretending to be distracted by a bird-call in the trees, the closeness making her uncomfortable. She returned to the former topic of conversation, trying to lead things to casual ground. She wanted to make him more at ease; she prefered neutral ground. Things that became too emotional confused her. "I like the things the humans make," she said. "I like how they shine; and why should the jackdaws have all the fun collecting?" She smiled a little bit. Her own decoration was a treasure she herself had found.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:02 am
He didn't quite understand her reasoning, but then again, he didn't quite understand alot of things. Why run if you had no reason.
Chronos was a nervous wolf; you'd be nervous too if you'd woken up in a forest you didn't recognize with no family, no friends, no pack. And no memories except for the nightmares that plagued him.
His head tilted to one side, glad no one was following her, though his green gaze locked upon her, ever curious. "Jack...daws?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:10 am
"Jackdaws," Amaury repeated, sounding a bit disappointed as she looked back at the other wolf. "Big, black, clever birds that make a lot of noise and like to keep things in their nests." She smiled again. "But my name isn't jackdaw, though the comparison fits; it's Amaury. If I might ask, what are you called?" Her manners--as well as her quiet wit--were returning. This wolf was not dangerous, and the tinge of fear she scented seemed ungrounded; he was perhaps simply... confused. Confused and harmless. Her shoulders relaxed and her tail thumped the ground once as she mimicked his expression.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 2:23 pm
Mmm...birds. "Birds taste good," he said with a sheepish, uncomfortable grin.
"So you like to keep things in your nest? Shiny things, by the look of it..."
Amaury. It was pretty, simple. And the ankh around her forepaw caught his attention. "Chronos. My name, that is."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:47 pm
Chronos. She rolled the word around in her head for a bit. She felt the name was too big for the wolf... not that it was long, just that it seemed to hold weight and power, unlike the small male. Still, though small, this wolf, with his jewelry and pelt, seemed to have more to him than an anxious wanderer.
"I don't have a nest, just now," she replied. "So I suppose I find them and throw them away when I get bored... which I guess the birds do, too." She noticed him looking at her jewelry and smiled. "Or I keep it with me."
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 12:15 am
The small wolf was harmless. He wasn't a fighter...or if he was, he didn't remember it. He only remembered wandering and the little cove that he returned to every so often; the place that he woke up in.
He offered her a smile as she relaxed. "You could at least bury the jewels you find. Maybe you'd make a treasure-hunting pup happy in a few years?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 10:45 pm
Amaury grinned, showing all her teeth. "I was a treasure-hunting pup, and from experience I would say that all pups should be dissuaded from the habit. Mother's can only take so many little gifts... and treasure-hunting pups grow up to be trouble-finding wolves."
She was enjoying the exchange, finding herself more intellectually stimulated than she had been in awhile. Certainly more than when she was treasure-hunting; that was a different sort of stimulation, a thrill that she wasn't sure could come from anything else.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:27 pm
He cocked his head as she spoke. Dissuaded from treasure hunting? But wasn't that what puppies liked to do? Round up toys and trinkets? But Amaury was right... She herself was beginning to wander into human territory and that could cost her her life...
He wondered if she knew that.
"Have you ever seen one? A human, I mean. Have they ever seen you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:58 pm
Amaury gave a bark of laughter. “Well, yes, I’ve seen humans,” she said, amused. “Where do you think I got my bracelet? I’m sure yours didn’t grow out of the ground, either, treasure-bearer.” She thought a bit before answering the other questions. “And yes, I’m sure humans have seen me... but usually only when I don’t mind. I’m not so stupid as to be caught.”
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