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 Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 12:20 pm
 How many forests where in this place anyway? She was far more used to plains, seashores, sea salty air, the sound of people. Of course, it wasn't as if she told other wolves that she was once human - like they'd believe her! But she wasn't hallucinating, she was sure of it . . . Why would her mind randomly conjure up vague dreams of being held in someone's strong arms, of music being played as they danced and laughed, with the stars above twinkling as if amused by their terrible jokes they exchanged? Among other things . . .
She had adjusted to being a wolf either way. How exactly, Annabell had no idea. Instinct? Apparantly both animals and humans had them, though she was faced with far more primal urges than expected. God, especially when in heat! What a wonder it was to be a wolf . . . Still, whatever the circumstances were to bring her into this form (if that was the case at all), she was grateful for two things: one, that she had not lost her sense of rhythm and "song"; two, that she was graced to have such a unique . . . "pelt", was it? Especially the hair bit, very nice touch. Now all she needed was her family back, though Annabell was not counting on it. They were probably still in one of the colonies, mourning her death and moving on with their lives . . .
To cheer herself up, the wolf began inventing a new sort of step, a lively trot that kept a regular beat up. Her head tilted this way and that as she began to hum snippets of a song she wanted to recall from those strange dreams: spicy, quick, passionate. She made a buttload of noise, but so what? She was swift of foot if nothing else, so she could make a nice getaway if needed. That is, if said awesome hair didn't get in her vision. Oh, the curses of being awesome!
Clearly, Annabell didn't grasp the animal world yet.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 4:51 pm
Pepé would best be described as nerdish. He was socially inept, not knowing when to talk or when to shut up, usually enjoying subjects of conversation no normal wolf usual enjoyed divulging in, like why do you snort when you giggle to much, which he did frequently. He was a tall, skinny and gangling looking in appearance and walked in such a strange bobbing manner that his mohawk swayed in such a manner that it bounced off one ear onto the other, which when he wasn't distracted by something trivial he noticed more so than normal and giggled to himself, pulling up his shoulders and shaking his head trying to subsided the tickling, itchy feeling.
For this moment in time though however Pepé was distracted by something else, something very interesting indeed. His Shaman senses were a overpowering 7th sense of his (If of course there is to be a true 6th, another subject to discuss with a hapless victim in the future perhaps) and one he didn't really have much control over, he was still a relativity young wolf and a rather naive one at that, he'd had little schooling, you could say, and had lost contact with his family from an early age. So often his domain, which was scents, often just seemed to him like a fair greater sense of smell that was apparently normal for a wolf, according to other wolves he'd encountered and discussed the matter with, often most even considered it perverse. Currently though he must of entered into a packs territory as his sense of smell was becoming an almost heady intoxication of various scents from numerous wolves, some fresh scents and some days, even weeks old.
He stopped a moment and swayed dizzily, what was he to do about such things? He blinked and tried to focus on a steady object, a tree, anything would do that was still really. But as he was attempting to focus on an object in front of him his eyes could only focus up a object made up of colours he rarely saw in such an environment, pinks and purples. He groaned, whatever it was he wanted it to stay still, just for a moment while he came to and gained control over this heady mixture of scents. It was no good however, as the creature came forwards in a blur of colours it only seemed to be swaying in such a manner which made his predicament worse. He felt nauseous and he rolled, his stomach threatening to up heave his last meal but in one last futile attempt to calm the situation he cried out to the moving object, 'Stop, please! Just stand still for a moment... while... I... errrggghh.'
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:51 am
"Tum tum-te tum . . . I've got rhythm~♬" Yes, rhythm even when she was trying to get herself to walk on two legs - which didn't work out well by the way, this body just refused to keep balanced for long. Still, at least she had gotten the hang of walking with four a while back; the alternating part had bothered her for the first few days, though. Two just felt familiar was all . . .
Two or four, though, someone didn't want her moving. Her ears instinctually swiveling towards the sound (a feat Annabell found astounding, like a muscle twitch that was actually useful) before she even turned her head. It was . . . an overgrown skunk. What. She actually laughed at the sight, the odd mohawk he sported, the sheer size, the voice that didn't fit the regular critter in her opinion. "Whoa whoa, buddy, was I bruisin' your groove?" Anna asked, fully turning about to face the oddity.
At the back of her mind she wondered: if it was dog eat dog, could it also be wolf eat wolf? He was great deal taller than she was, though currently the thing looked sick. "Hey hey, don't blow chunks on me!" she added hastily, backstepping. Already she knew that if she did, the smell would overpower her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 12:06 pm
Oh god, he groaned despairingly in his head, the other wolf seemed to be more alarmed at the risk of being close by when his stomach finally emptied itself rather that actually helping him out, why couldn't they just stand still. He felt bile rising and a burning sensation irritated his throat, this was enough distraction that the issue of multiple scents became less overwhelming giving him the break he wanted, his senses settled, the dizziness dissipating and his stomach finally started to settle. Haha! He looked up, as after the wolf hadn't stood still he'd begun glaring at the ground in despair but it'd passed, his coal black eyes taking in the sight in front of him, he'd never seen another wolf like this one before, he smiled at her weakly reassuring her the risk factor had calmed.
He'd not really heard her words, only saw her back away quickly, he was all to focused on settling his stomach and he'd won that battle. His eyes widened a little, it was a female, which immediately caused him to giggle nervously and shuffle his forepaws, kicking at the ground he stood upon. He wasn't comfortable around females, they set his nerves on end and he always found himself saying the most inappropriate things even though he set out with the best intentions. He couldn't help but stare at her though, a strange mix of purple, grey, pink and black and those long bangs of neon pink, white and black that hung over, obscuring one eye was just rather, well unique.
He smiled stupidly at her and blurted out, 'I love your hair!' he confessed like an over excited pup and soon followed with, 'You smell of salt and ergh, dusty.' His brow furrowed and focused on the particular scent that had greeted him, it was a strange one which he'd never crossed before, it was kind of similar to baked earth, or the smell of a river bank. He thought harder, no it smelt like sand, he remembered the smell after having spent some time walking around a large lake with sandy shores. He grinned at her declaring, 'No, you smell of salt and sand.' He stared at her and then if a wolf could blush he would have, he wanted to gobble up his words and closet them away from her, what was he saying!
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 11:51 am
Okay, it looked like he was calming himself some. Good, good! She was afraid for a moment she'd be forcibly introduced to the smell of wolfy upchuck in a more personal manner than needed. She offered him a shaky smile, eyeing the "skunk" for signs that this was only a ruse, that she was still in fact the target of either a foul stench from his butt or a foul stench from his mouth. But no, neither seemed on the agenda today. Just . . . staring at each other.
Not really surprising, Anna thought. They were rather odd for their species after all.
The male's blurting was therefore received rather well as she giggled. "I know, right! Really strange coloring all over, but I like it." Didn't really make sense when she thought about it, but hey; least she'd be recognizable! But when the male started listing off what she smelled like, she tilted her head and blinked. Sensitive noses, right . . . "Good eye! I mean nose. Good nose. I kinda came from a beach, but I haven't really found time to take a bath," the femme added a little sheepishly. "This is the first time I've been in such big woods. Trees higher than three of me on my hindlegs! It's amazing. D'you live here, Mr. Skunk?"
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:41 am
Strange colouring, yeah that was true all right but then again he'd seen some pretty colourful wolves in his time so perhaps not that strange but strange enough to certainly not blend into this environment nor any he could think of. He noted the tilt of her head and was glad she didn't take offence to the sudden blurt of his thoughts, that she simply continued with the trail of conversation this settled his nerves enough that he didn't feel like constantly giggling in the presence of a female however she still swung his eyes about not trying to fix them notably in any one place and he kept shuffling his paws uncomfortably.
What was that she said, a beach? What was a beach before he could ask however she pointed out the trees. This gave him the excuse to stare up at them and she was right they were massive, old trees but her words drew his attention back to her. 'Me?' he stumbled slightly surprised, 'Oh no, just passing through.' With that thought however he was reminded of all those scents that had originally caused him his nausea, these lands homed a pack, these trees were old and he wondered if the pack itself was as established as the trees that grew here, the scents numbered many and he hoped they were friendly.
'I guess, since you asked me about living here you don't belong to this pack?'
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 2:04 pm
Since HanGeng and him had had their dispute and he'd been left without a beta male he'd picked up more of the responsibilities on his already long list. Of course Macha always offered to help however Haku was rather old fashioned and though he still wanted Macha to take some of the responsibilities of running a pack on he always wanted to look after and care for his family so it was a delicate balance of feeling he bore enough duties he felt contented in his role and also allowed Macha enough that she was satisfied she was aiding in the running of the pack as well. Macha was always quick to amaze him just how robust she was and that she was willing to take on just about everything, so exuberant it often made him feel his age watching her tackle everything head on. However patrolling the boarders was something he kept for himself and secretly he enjoyed the freedom it gave him, to roam the large territory freely with limited contact, it gave him a respite from the debates and going ons around the central den area.
Few seemed to venture into Draug's territory beging slightly more northern that the busy lowlands Draug was a good stop off for travellers and though lone wolves didn't occur often he welcomed them if they bore him and the pack no harm. It was today that he would be welcomed by the face of not one but two new wolves. He cleared the rise, in the slightly wooded area of the northern part of the territory and spotted two rather interesting looking wolves, one was predominately black with a large comb of fur running from the top of his head to his shoulders, he appeared to be in conversation with another whom was a mottle of pink, purple and white with skeletal black markings however their most striking feature was the strange yet somewhat appealing look of a long bang of hair on their head.
Calmly he closed the distance between himself and the pair, weaving in and around the selection of trees. Coming up to hear the black and white wolf comment 'you don't belong to this pack?', he catch the females eye and then swept about to come to face the two of them, forming a triangular grouping he then meet the eyes of the male, 'No she is not, however I am, in fact this is my pack. Welcome to Draug Faroth and may I ask what brings you both to this area of Telk?'
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