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 Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 10:59 am
A warm, earthly scent penetrated the clearing. It had been raining most of the previous day and the morning, but there was a moment of calm now as the sun peeked out from the cloud cover to bake the mossy ground dry. By the weight of the air around him, Yasen guessed that there was more rain to come. Perhaps by evening it would rain again.
Not that any of that mattered to him. He was used to traveling through undesirable weather. A single golden eye peering down the deer path in front of him, he stopped to warm his back for a moment. Though the forest was still strange to him Yasen felt perfectly relaxed here. It was out of the way from unfriendly packlands and prey wasn't difficult to find. With an idle yawn he wondered if that would change the farther he went.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 1:59 pm
 The wolfess was laying in the sun to attempt to dry her thick fur. That was one of the problems with being from the far north. It didn't rain. It snowed. And it wasn't much water compared to the constant rain that was happening. Thankful for this break, Myrle decided to continue on her trek to find more secrets and stories should they be shared. Getting up, she shook herself off of mud and water and rolled her eyes. "Perfect," she chuckled out, feet carrying her forward.
She didn't follow her nose, just followed her feet. Not being hungry, Myrle figured she'd just walk until she ran into someone. And what do you know? Her gray eyes spotted someone up ahead. but this someone only had one ear, from the looks of it.
Brows furrowing at that, she walked closer to get a better look at him. Then when she came closer, she saw one golden eye. Her head tilted to the side and she yipped out to let him know she was present. He'd caught her interest right off the back. Trotting up to him, tail wagging, ears up, she was trying not to scare him, if she could. Being careful so she wouldn't get attacked.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 9:50 am
As Yasen stood there he spotted someone coming closer. His head tilted sideways, he watched her with his good eye and his single ear pricked, a pose he tended to take when something caught his interest. She looked friendly enough, quite like someone who wasn't bogged down by the worries of life. He let her come closer without speaking until they were at a comfortable speaking distance.
"Good afternoon," he greeted her simply, lowering his head just a little, to show he was not threatening either. Yasen was a rather large male and he didn't want to accidentally intimidate the girl when she seemed so harmless. He took in the beautiful orange swirls and dark markings on her tan pelt. What was she doing out here all alone?
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 7:27 am
"Good afternoon to you too," she said with a smile spreading across her maw. Myrle was glad he wasn't one to attack right off the back, but she still wanted to be careful in case he did attack. Though he didn't seem like the type from those two words he'd spoken. When she saw that he was staring at her, she frowned a little and gave herself a shake before moving closer and sitting in front of him at a good speaking distance.
"I know, I know. I look bad. Stickers and burrs and probably twigs..." She rolled her eyes at the thought and snorted. That's what she got for having a longer, thicker pelt than most of the wolves down here. Her accent, while not thick, was noticeable in the way she said certain words. Hard to place here she came from unless one had been there, really.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 11:29 am
Yasen hadn't meant to stare so openly. He shook his head. Losing his wits as soon as he comes across a pretty female... What was he thinking? "Oh no, you look fine. It's been a while since I've seen someone who wasn't prey." He chuckled a little, turning and taking a few nonchalant steps.
"I can't help but wonder what a wolfess like you is doing out here." He noticed her thick coat, more suitable for the cold than this wet weather. Her accent, though easily understandable, was unfamiliar to him. He was from the south, not far, but where it still could be much warmer and drier than here. His knowledge of the north was very limited.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 8:00 am
It had been a while since she'd ran into another wolf other than Chagrin, she had to admit to herself, so of course she was flustered with how she looked. She tilted her head to the side, examining the wolf before her. He had a certain charm to him, but she didn't know what to call it. Getting more comfortable, Myrle gave him a grin.
"I'm down here because I'm a story collector. I go wherever the stories are. Something... tells me you have quite a story to you, ah... I'll start with introductions first, I suppose! I'm Myrle. I come from the far north. Traveling to indulge myself in my hobby and dream of getting to know different wolves." She explained, inclining her head a bit. It was apparent she wouldn't get the idea of flirting, she just wasn't used to attentions of the opposite sex yet.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:36 pm
Story collector? Yasen smirked. He had never met a wolf who went out of their way to collect stories. Where he was from, only strength and physical ability mattered. Stories of fights won and lost were the only stories; anything else was considered trivial. Any wolf who wasn't a fighter or a servant would promptly be cast out, or worse.
"Well miss Myrle, I am Yasen from the south, where wolves must fight for the barest scraps of food. I have no hobbies, but I have dream of joining a pack. A pack unlike the pack where I was born, with members that would help others, instead of hurting them." Yasen nodded solemnly, settling down as well. On a regular basis he wasn't the most talkative wolf, but it was nice meeting someone who was so willing to chat. It hadn't struck him before that a lack of company was making him a little lonely.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 2:28 pm
"Helping... is always better than hurting," Myrle said, with a little smile. What kind of pack would hurt instead of help? It was unrealistic to this she-wolf. Letting that smile slip, she frowned and shook her head, trying to get the disappointment from her mind. Not all packs were like that, she knew.
"I wish you luck on starting your pack! It sounds like a lot of work, honestly... I think... in time, I'll try to find a pack I fit in with. Maybe start a family, get a mate." Wasn't that all the female's dreams? Maybe not all, she'd heard stories of blood thirsty females who want nothing more than to kill for their sick, twisted pleasure. That thought made her shutter hard, fur bristling.
"From the south, you say? I'm heading south, myself to find out what's there... To find out what stories there are.." She was hinting for him to share a few, if he wanted.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 8:56 am
"Of course," Yasen agreed, smiling gently. Meeting a wolf who believed that helping others was right gave him hope that he would find the perfect pack. He had more than enough selfishness in his lifetime. Though he had to admit, he wasn't exactly free of sin either. "That's a wonderful goal, Myrle. I hope you can follow your dreams. Just be careful of those who may try to deceive you." He hoped that she wasn't easily manipulated; her willingness to seek out stories could also be a downfall. But what did he know? He had just met her. Alas, watching out for females was in his nature.
"Stories from the south, hmm? I might have a story or two... What would you like to know?" He turned his good side towards her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 5:23 pm
The right question would be what didn't she want to know? "Everything!" She blurted out unhelpfully. Myrle didn't think anything of her answer though, upon thinking about it. She did want to know everything the other had to offer her. Even if it was horror stories. She got very few of those now-a-days. "Tell me some horror stories; something evil or spooky." She got even more comfortable right where she was.
"Tell me something good, too. A story of romance and heartbreak. I'm a sucker for heartbreak..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 12:39 pm
"Everything?" This drew a hearty chuckle from Yasen. "I don't know about evil or spooky, but I know one that does not have a particularly happy ending." He found a comfortable position and settled too, though he never fully relaxed. Out of habit he was always watching and ready to act at a moment's notice.
Yasen paused to gather his thoughts. "In the far south there is a pack much like one of the one's I described to you. It was not the cruelest of packs in terms of violence. It was cruel in the way the alphas controlled every life in the pack. If a wolf so much as moved in a way they did not like, they were punished severely.
The alphas had a single daughter. However she did not think like her parents. She thought that the other wolves should be treated with kindness. Sometimes when her parents weren't looking, she'd sneak away and mingle with the pack members.
There was also another pup in the pack at the time. His parents were omegas, and were treated the worst of all. They were no better than slaves. Often they were forced to leave their son behind as they worked. He was lonely, and wished that someone would stop what his parents had to go through." Yasen stopped to let Myrle absorb what he said, and ask questions if she so wished.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 12:01 pm
She listened intently, hanging on Yasen's every word as he wove his tale. She was trying to picture it, but couldn't fully. That form of cruelty wasn't known to her; she didn't want it to be. Lowering her ears a bit as he described the Alpha, she shook her head. Myrle didn't like this one. But his daughter.... Oh, she sounded like quite the heroin! How fun! Omegas... treated so cruel. A shudder coursed through her body as he stopped, her eyes twinkling with many questions. But where to start?
"That boy.... He's you?" That was a good starting question. And the one that took over her mind for the time being.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 12:45 pm
Yasen wasn't sure what made him want to tell his story to Myrle, but the thoughts and words flowed easily, and he was glad that she was so interested in it. He watched her reactions, going into only enough detail to outline the situation. When she asked who the boy was, he couldn't help but smirk a little. It seemed that not much got past Myrle. "Perhaps he was... once." Since then he had changed quite a bit, after all.
"It was only a matter of time before the young alphess and the omegas' son would meet. They found a common ground not only because they were roughly the same age, but they thought the same way too. They spent their days playing pup games and imagining a better future.
But nothing could be kept secret from the alpha's spies for long. Soon news traveled to the alphas that their pretty daughter was playing with the spawn of omegas. They stopped their daughter from leaving their sight after that. If it was just to keep her in line or to stop her from causing a rebellion, is anybody's guess." Yasen paused again, remembering that lonely time so long ago.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 5:19 pm
Frowned a bit, though enraptured by the story. Sad, romantic stories were her favorite kind, and more so when they were true. She shifted from side to side and watched his lonely face. Her heart sank a little bit at the sight and she sighed a little bit. "One day you'll find love again." Myrle was always the optimist. Never looked at the glass half empty, so to speak.
Looking towards the sky, the story collector chuckled a little. "Is there more stories you're willing to share?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 7:30 am
Love? Was that what he had felt? He loved her but not in the way Myrle was suggesting. What they had felt had no romantic implications. Though he couldn't help but sigh at the thought that perhaps she had found a lucky guy and had a family of her own now, if she was even still alive. Mentally he could hear her scream on the last night he saw her and he had to suppress a shudder.
"Maybe," he said simply, though he had doubt in his voice. He didn't usually think about such things. "I... hope to see her again, though. But she wouldn't recognize me now." He shook his head. If she'd even want to see him after they had snuck away to say goodbye to each other, a meeting that had cost him his appearance.
"Hmm, more stories?" He thought a while, then one popped into his thoughts that made him grin. "Well, I could tell you the legend of the Crying Cave..."
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