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 Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 10:30 pm
Calla strode out into the warm spring air, now more than ever she wished it could be just chilly enough for her to have an excuse to grab a jacket. Once again she was going to get a larger uniform, trying to keep up with her changing weight was like trying to catch a fly with a blindfold on and using vinegar. All ready her morning and been the worst yet and she knew more was going to come, today she got the feeling that she was going to be hating Alister more than she usually did. And it was made all the worse by the fact that she didn't even have anyone to b***h to. Not that she'd particularly had a large social circle in New Eve but still, she'd had a select person or two she could always go to when she needed to complain about life in general. Here in White Shadow all she had was Alister, and she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't smash his nose through his brain if she saw him right now, mostly due to the fact that everything she wanted to b***h about was all his fault.
What am I? Chopped liver?
Yes.
Ahh c'mon, can I at least be a good rabbit?
No.
Obviously her terse tone had worked because WoodWhisp finally left her be, veering to his right and probably heading for the training field and his usual bushy fortress that he would be spending the rest of the day in. Because heaven knows that the wolf was good for absolutely nothing, lazy sack of fat. And that was when Calla knew that she was in a really bad mood. Realizing now was probably not a good time for her to try and get a new uniform, she'd probably take her pent up frustrations out on whoever was running inventory at the moment, Calla instead headed for the back of the fort. Eventually she found herself at the very same tree where she'd found Alister for the first time. It was almost funny that the very man she hated most had come to be the focus of her life in such a short amount of time. So much so that even the place she went to cool down had something to do with him. Shrugging off the thought she simply pulled herself up into the tree, relaxing against the wood and pulling out a small black book that she began to write in furiously, making a quickly growing list of everything she was angry at today.
WoodWhisp didn't need any more prompting; he knew when he wasn't wanted. He also knew that today was probably not a good day to be anywhere near his rider. So instead he headed for the training fields, there was a good stock in of new pups, his own included, and it would probably do him some good to watch their training. He was a Beta now, and in a way he felt obligated to keep a check on his packs training and practice. Why the devil Calla had thought he would make a good Beta he would never know, but it was a little late to consider that now so all he could do was go about living up to his title. At least he had Twilight push him along and tell him exactly what it was that was expected of him. Bossing him around, that was certainly something she was good for.
WoodWhisp shook his head, wonderful Calla's foul mood was starting to rub off on him. Well, he wouldn't let it, he was better than that. Scanning the field he spotted a pup not far off who seemed to be practicing lunges, it's rider nearby yelling out instructions. But of course, humans knew nothing about how to lunge and he was teaching the pup all wrong. Know this was just practice, as there was no mentor anywhere close watching, WoodWhisp decided this was a good opportunity to inspire loyalty from his pack.
Tail down, back legs tense. He stated simply, kneeling down beside the pup and showing him what he was doing wrong.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:23 am
Abigail ran laps around the training field, training to take off some of the wait that she had gained throughout the winter months. It was strange how the countless pounds so easily put on were so incredibly difficult to burn off. If she had half a brain, though, which was questionable to say the least, then she would eventually either give up all of the fatty foods during the winter or not abandon exercise just because it had gotten a bit chilly. She had already gotten a couple of inches off of her belly so that it didn't make fat rolls when she sat down, but there was still quite a bit of flab there. That was, Abigail's torso wasn't accentuated by the washboard abs she was used to. It was funny how it was the same routine every year. She would work out religiously in the spring and summer to burn off winter fat, exercise less in the fall and then stop again completely in the winter. The very small part of her brain that was logical said that she should stop this madness, but another, obviously more prominent part said that a routine that had worked so well in the past had no reason to change.
HailWing laid somewhere in the bushes to the side of the training arena, avoiding EmeraldWind like the plague. She hadn't wanted commitment or any type of relationship. Why did she have to sleep the one wolf on the face of the planet that just wasn't okay with that? And that was without even mentioning the several wolf pups that were growing inside her uterus right now. One time, that was all it took. If any of her pups turned out to be female, HailWing would be sure to let them know, even if she had to wait until they learned about language and go all the way to New Eve to get the message across, she would gladly do it if it would keep them from making the same mistake.
That wasn't to say that she wouldn't love her pups. It was possible that in the future, she could learn to love them. It was strange to think it herself, but HailWing couldn't love them now, not when they were the result of one night's misfortune. HailWing wasn't ready to be a mother, not ready at all. That she kept it from both her rider, the person she was supposed to be closest to, and the father was evidence of that much. Was her own mother proud to have pups? Surely, she would have been proud to have a pup like Stardust. But Hail was... With all of her studying and all of her training, she was still only a Gamma. No matter what she did, Hail would never advance past what her size would allow and it was frustrating as hell.
Abigail turned at the corner of the track, breathing in loud, uneven gasps. Why was this always so miserably difficult? Breathing heavily, she allowed herself a moment's rest, slowing down momentarily. When she sped up again, she felt her right foot catch on something, tumbling forward and unintentionally doing a single, perfect, somersault before coming to a halt, limbs sprawled every which way on the ground. She lifted her head to see the cause of her misfortune. "Awwww, shoot!" She sat up and lifted her knee toward her abdomen, moving her foot closer so that she could re-tie her shoe. To think that all that was the result of an untied shoe lace. Abigail stood and tried to fix her hair, but in the end, didn't manage to do much other than pull out a couple of small sticks.
Hearing a bit of rustling, she looked up, noticing a tree a little bit to her right. Someone was up there, furiously scribbling notes into a black notebook. That short brown hair and bulging tummy could have only meant one person: Calla Bianchi. She was the first rider to get pregnant in a long while. It didn't take a brain surgeon to tell that news would get around fast. She looked upset. Logic would have told Abigail to keep her distance, but seeing as how that had no place in her brain, she walked closer. "Howdy, cowgirl," she said, not realizing that, to someone who didn't know the history of that term, it might be taken offensively. Abigail waved a dirt-covered hand toward her. "And what're you up to?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:56 am
In a short amount of time Calla had made quite the long list and didn't seem to be slowing down. Sure, some of them were repeats, Alister's name was on there a good handful of time she knew, but it was helping her feel even a little bit better. It didn't help that White Shadow was so terribly dull compared to New Eve. She'd spent her entire wolfriding life in New Eve and had grown used to the eggshell walking and constant commotion that came from having completely apeshit Alpha's and Captains. White Shadow seemed to quiet and laid back in comparison that she had developed a case of chronic patrolling. Her constant need to be doing something productive had begun to drive WoodWhisp crazy, he'd never been one to do a whole lot when he didn't have to so this sudden spike in made-up work was really starting to get to him. And on top of that she'd had and extremely terrible morning and every time she moved she felt the buttons of her shirt against her skin and, being one who always wore her uniform slightly loose, was now feeling fat on top of everything else.
So it didn't help in the least when Abigail came over and informed her she was a cowgirl, whatever the devil that was supposed to mean Calla decided to take it as a slur against her weight and immediately lashed out.
"Is that how you address your commanding officer here in White Shadow? Calling them fat?" She snapped, slamming the book down on her lap, "It's a wonder this fort is even still standing!" she glared down at whoever it was that had interrupted and it was then that she recognized the familiar drawl that had interrupted and placed it with the face of Abigail who stood beneath her. A wave of shame brushed briefly across Calla's cheeks as she gave a weak smile down towards the woman she liked to consider a friend. Of course 'cowgirl' hadn't been an insult, it was just Abigail's unusual obsession with farming history that she'd picked up various slang and terminology. "Sorry Abigail, this morning hasn’t been the greatest, don't take it personally." She apologized, stuffing the book back into her bag and dropping out of the tree. She hit the ground with a powerful thud and found herself off balance, stumbling sideways a bit before falling backwards into a pile of half-melted slush and mud. At that moment, as the mud sank through her pants, Calla was just fed up with the whole thing. She felt almost like a six-year old who had decided that piano lessons were too hard and she just wanted to quite but mommy wouldn't let her. It took all her effort not to burst into tears right there in front of her subordinate officer.
A few lunges later the pup seemed to be getting the hang of it, and as WoodWhisp gave him one last example of technique he failed to take into considering how close he was to the edge of the fort. Lunging forward ha careened straight through the bushes and slammed nose first into the wall. At that point everything went kinda blurry and back for a few moments. All he could think was that he hoped he hadn't damaged the wall and that the pup wouldn't fallow this particular example and come careening after him. WoodWhisp groaned as he felt another furry body beside him, it seemed the pup had come after him after all. But as he forced his orange eyes open he spotted flashes of ice blue fur and a shape far to large to be a pup. Good god how long exactly had he been unconscious? Had no one thought to go get Calla? Where was Calla? Where was he for that matter… nothing seemed to be fitting together quite right at this point in time so WoodWhisp decided maybe he should just shut his eyes again, maybe something would start making sense in the dark…
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