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 Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 11:29 am
 A quiet peace had settled over the forest. The skies were clear and brightly blue, the sun shone gently and without the harsh heat typical of the end of summer. All was calm, and Phobos languished in it, taking up the duty of patrolling the boundaries of the packlands to ease his brother Deimos of some of his burdens.
The Vagabond enjoyed this quiet, though not as much as he used to. Lately, being with his pack, his family, brought him more peace then being alone ever had. But with the Fate sisters included in the picture, peace was not an option sometimes. He laughed to himself at the thought of his nieces, especially little Clotho. She brought a smile to his face every time she looked at him.
Realizing he had zoned, he went back to his duties, his sharp eyes looking for signs of intrusion into the lands by wolves that shouldn't be here, though his nose did him little to no good. He had wanted to ease his brother's burdens, but next time, he'd take someone with him that could actually smell worth a damn.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 1:18 pm
 Large paws gingerly picked their way through grasses that belonged to wolves that their owner did not know.
It wasn't that he did not care, that was far from the truth.
He knew well enough that he was probably trespassing into the territory of others and that he probably would not be welcome. He hadn't been so far and he certainly did not expect to be, now, but there was a glimmer of hope that lifted his spirits.
Just mayhap this pack would take him as their own, as a member, as a part of the family.
He missed his mother and his siblings, but that chapter of his young life was long over, at least for the time being. He did not expect to see the wolf that brought him into the world and he prayed that he did not have to meet his brothers and sisters until old age claimed him, for they had drowned a couple of moons ago.
Verdauga sighed audibly as he slowed his pace and took in the pleasant atmosphere. The scent of others marked this place and his ears pricked, listening for any that might be near.
The lean and lanky creature was half starved from his time alone. He had only started to learn to hunt from his mother when the flood came and washed his life away. He had hardly been able to nourish himself and he was mighty hungry. Nauseating, painful hunger pangs wracked his young frame and he let out a slight whine at the prospects of spending another, hungry day alone.
"Maybe I shouldn't of left..." He mused soundly, unaware of the figure approaching. Oh yes, he still had much to learn.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 1:57 pm
Phobos saw the bright gold markings and rich purple fur, distracted by the colors for a moment until he realized they were in the shape of a wolf. An adolescent from the look of his lanky form. And very, very thin.
Tilting his head, he slowed to a stalk, watching the young male as he strode through the forest, either unaware of the scents of Phobos' pack, or not caring. It was a little brash of the youth, if he realized the scents were there. Knowingly trespassing on a pack's lands was not a smart thing to do.
But thankfully, Phobos' brother was a gentle giant, and it seemed that this purple wolf needed a leg up, and a hearty meal.
"Hey, kid . . . what're you doing out here?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 2:24 pm
The sudden stiffening of the youth was an obvious indicator that he had heard Phobos speak, but his own voice did not come to his gold flecked maw easily.
His ears flattened and his tail tucked slightly as he scrambled to face the wolf that spoke. Older, by the looks of him, and just as lean and lanky, if not more. Fright was easily seen in the youngster's eyes, but it quickly faded to a hopeful curiosity and an almost longing. His limbs tensed and he appeared as though he was about to run, hastily. He expected to be chased, as he had been before. Fate and fortune smiled on him, for he had not lost life or limb yet, blundering as he had been from territory to territory, after traversing through unclaimed areas.
But he spoke first, it seemed, instead of charging and asking questions later. This was what brought hope to the adolescent's waning heart.
"Wanderin' is all. Haven't got a place to go. I'll leave if you want." His words were simple and aloof as he kept his ears flat, tail tucked, and head lowered respectfully to the vagabond. He belonged here, obviously, and Verdauga did not.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 2:50 pm
Lowering to his haunches, the black male tried to exude a sense of peace and calm towards the young wolf before him. His grinned, his ears pricked forward in curiosity of the other wolf. "Wandering, hm? I'm pretty familiar with wandering. Mind if I wander with you?" he questioned, head cocked to one side.
This male reminded Phobos much of himself as a youth, alone and hungry, his big paws and lanky frame taking him from packland to packland, always on the run or hoping to avoid detection from the pack that called the place home.
Where was this wolf's family?
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 5:10 pm
Verdauga peered up at the other male, completely perplexed. His flattened ears pricked forward curiously and he tilted his head slightly to one side. His want for companionship got the best of his fear and his dark tipped tail swept sideways, to and fro, for a few brief and unsteady moments.
"Y'familiar with wanderin'?" He risked casting his eyes upwards, studying the older creature.
"I don't mind t'all... You can come with me, if y'want. I dunno where I'm goin', ezactly. Just where my paws take me, I guess. Is it safe here?" His last few words hushed quietly and the youth was eager to trust this wolf, the only one to show him kindness in some time, since he had vacated his former pack.
"My name's Verdauga." He cocked his head again and leaned forward slightly, calmed by the relaxed air about this vagabond and the grin plastered on his maw.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 9:00 am
"My name is Phobos, and for now, it is safe here," the vagabond answered, a funny look in his eye. He played Clotho's words over in his head and shuddered a bit, but shook himself of the memory.
Phobos grinned and fell into step beside the young wolf, his larger paws taking control of where they wandered. He took them along the edge of the packland for a bit before turning them into the main portion of the territory itself.
"Verdauga. What brings you here? You don't sound like you're from these parts."
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 10:42 am
"Phobos..." He echoed the name, almost as if he were savoring it.
"Safety 's good, I like that. There ain't enough of it in the world, it seems. I c'n almost feel it." His voice trailed off yet again, as if he were deep in contemplation. In reality, he was letting a feeling of comfort wash over him. It was the first he had found in some time and the pleasant weather lifted his spirits now that he was taking notice of it. There was a slight, southern twang to his voice as he spoke, and it had shown through to this stranger, obviously.
He winced slightly at Phobos's question, but followed the older wolf almost obediently.
"My paws." He replied saucily, though he held himself as polite as possible. He chuckled slightly at his own joke, whether it was funny or not.
"Naw, seriously, though. Lookin' for a place t' stay. I left my ma's pack an' she wouldn't come with me. Most th' family was lost t' rising water."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 7:34 pm
The vagabond smirked at the youth's saucy attitude, but then his ears flicked back at the rest of the purple wolf's words. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know what it's like to lose family," he murmured, trying not to let his memories swamp him. The black male seemed to drift a bit, but then he smiled and looked at Verdauga with real happiness shining in his eyes.
"But sometimes, family has a way of living on," he added softly, thinking of his brother and the new family he'd made within Einsame.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 8:26 pm
The young, darkly hued adolescent grew silent as the older wolf seemed to drift off momentarily. Even in his youth, he was sure this scrawny fellow was reminiscing on times long since past. The silence was enough to cause him some slight discomfort, reminding him of the hurts life often brought.
"I sure do 'ope so. Miss 'em lots. Wish me ol' mum was right enough in the 'ead to of left with me, but she didn't wanna leave the pack. I ain't done well 'nough for m'self yet, but I think I'd be better of 'ere, instead o' living in that deathtrap. I jest feel pretty darn awful fer the pups what lost their lives in the flood." He sighed quietly and his ears flattened against his skull.
It was hard to not picture his lost siblings and the echoes of the trapped pups beneath the ground, within the dens that should have been safe, echoed in his mind. If wolves had the capability to shed tears, he would have been. Instead, his sorrow was expressed through his limp tail and lowered head.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:14 am
The lanky wolf watched the young one as he was encompassed by his sorrow. It was something Phobos knew all too well the feeling of. Deciding there was no point in letting the purple youth reminisce on bad memories, he wagged his tail gently.
"Why don't you come with me, Verdauga?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 9:29 am
"Wi' you?"
He stiffed for a moment, lifting his head from the sorrow that had brought it down. The shifting of the lanky one's tail seemed somewhat comforting and he seemed to brighten as a new world of opportunities seemed to unfold before him. Although he did not yet know those he would be pledging his life to, for the pack he would belong to would be of the utmost importance, he was sure life with them ought to be better than where he came from.
He still possessed a youthful optimism that hadn't completely vanished during his wanderings. It was that which kept him trekking onwards.
"Oh, please! Ah'll for sure do wha' I can t'lend a paw wi' wha'er needs t'be done!"
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