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 Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:11 am
 It was the time of year when mortality seemed the furthest thing from most wolves mind, the trees were green with foliage the flowers blooming, the tiny pitter patter of young paws and hooves echoing through the woods as the various wildlife bore their young.
Necromancer found it incredibly irritating, all this life flowing around him and not once..not one single time did any of them stop to consider the one an only thing all creatures had in common. Death. 'Such thoughts are ugly Neccy' Came the wispy voice of his dam and Necromancers lips curled in a brief snarl, not at her words - because those were true. Death was often an ugly thing on the surface - but at the oh so very hated nickname. He snapped at her though it was completely pointless, his jaws sliding through the equivalent of smoke as she drifted away cackling in laughter.
"I have no time for you today" He told her in irritation, fur bristling in anger before turning to stalk away, not that it did any good she would simply follow...she always followed, endlessly, tirelessly, without fail.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 8:00 pm
 The wolf's face was still wet, and for once in her life, she had no set plan for what she would do, where she would go. She wasn't sure that she could even keep visiting packs in the region, doing what she had thought she loved.
What she had really loved was her family. Not her father and mother who had abandoned her before she had even imprinted their faces into her young mind, but her human father, who had taken her in, kept her safe, and taught her everything she needed to know about herself. Now he was dead. She figured old age - humans lived a long time, and he had smelled heavily of the elderly. She wasn't sure how to feel anymore, except for the numbness that had set in, driving her away from the shack he had lived in.
Her paws were muddy from the swamp, and her head had begun to hurt, the pounding echoing in her ears incessantly. She felt she had made no permanent friends in her wandering, and maybe that was part of the problem now. Mourning alone was the worst thing one could attempt, and she was being forced into it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:02 am
As always his comment to the ghostly form which followed him was ignored for the most part, his long dead mother merely gave him a pitiful and hurt look before trailing in his wake once more. Necromancer was pretty sure the look was faked, meant only to make him feel badly about his comment. If he didn't hate her so very much, if he actually cared then it might have worked. As it was he merely snorted at her disdainfully...and the cackling giggle this elicited from the spirit let him know he'd been right.
"Wretch" He muttered, putting his nose to the ground to see what scents it had to offer.It was best to ignore her whenever possible. Necro wasn't sure exactly what he expected to find in the mud...perhaps the hint of something dead buried deep beneath, but the earthy smell that filled him was highly disappointing - it was clean earth and filled with nothing that the grey found soothing or calming. Grumbling slightly he lifted his head..and a sudden shift in the wind brought a new scent. A live scent. 'go and see' The ghostly voice urged him and while Necro often avoided mortal creatures something propelled him in her direction, a long suffering sigh escaping is maw as he did so - as though he was doing this only to appease the spirit. maybe then..at long last she would give him a few hours peace.
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