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 Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:42 pm
Well that was that. Rochir hated females. He kind of hated males too, but he was getting better at that. The big mountain of a wolf sighed deeply, rising up off the ground with a grunt. Puppies... those were nice, he always loved puppies, regardless of gender. He wondered vaguely if any of his old friends had started families in his absence.
Mingan and Ket were his only old friends, though, and those two were as likely to breed as dirt and air. He narrowed his eyes as he began to move forward, as though guided by something other than his own physical will. This feeling irritated him.
He had swore to himself that he would be more friendly, try to act like a normal wolf who needed pack and family and friends, but it wasn't turning out too well lately. Leto had been an interesting find, but still Rochir felt tiny holes in his heart. He knew he never wanted to see Ket again, and the old Mingan only inspired feelings of extreme depression.
He sighed again, and figured that whatever had him walking, would let him rest at some point. "What the hell." he figured, out loud, before letting out a short howl.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 8:19 pm
Since her sons departure for a new life, the female had been alone. She had her pack, but she really didnt belong there. She was there for the safety.. Though the oncoming war, didnt really bode well for her. She needed to think of safety, something she wouldnt have too often if the pack went into a downfall. What happened if the female Twist actually vanquished the good side?
She yawned, her body small, yet somewhat scrawny. She wasnt skin and bone as she had been only a year before. But she certainly hadnt put on much wait. She felt sick, though.. she knew that she wasnt. She just felt weak. Alone. Deserted. Her heart was in two, and the female truly just..wasnt doing well.
Her bright eyes still showed the gleam of life, and she was bound determined not to give up. She walked to the little stream, her paws sinking in the mud as she lowered her muzzle. Lapping at the water, she thanked the gods for the relief it brought her.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:59 pm
He felt like going to sleep, but his paws still wanted to walk. He was near water now, and could almost feel the mud tempting towards its fertile banks. Yes, maybe his body just wanted to wallow in the mud for a while, to forget about his cares of other wolves, other packs.
Much to his surprise, he arrived at the stream way before he thought he would. He pondered a while, looking into the water to catch his reflection. Maybe the male was losing touch, becoming one of the strange who wandered the woods and became on a sort of 'avoided' list other wolves kept in the backs of their minds.
But no, he couldn't be famous, or infamous, enough yet to have that kind of place in the minds of others. He smiled at the silly thought and decided to follow the stream, walking close enough that his paws splashed lightly in the cool water.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 7:30 pm
She heard someone coming. Her ears instantly perked and she paused, lifting her head much like a deer in headlights. What was that? She had been overly cautious lately.. of course, her route in life hadnt made life easy for her whatsoever. She had been abused, hurt, left, abandoned.. She had been sick for so long, that now that her pelt was filling back out, she realized how long it had been since she had a full thick pelt.
"Halt where you are!" She called, lowering herself to the earth and giving off a soft whine. Why did she always have to be interrupted? Why did she always have to be put on guard?
She waited.. waited to see if she'd die or escape today.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 10:06 am
New, amicable Rochir halted. Besides, it was a lady's request, and one he felt happy to obey. He scanned the area before his eyes rested on the lone female, who had dropped to the ground suddenly.
He raised his muddy paws, lifting them one at a time to keep himself from sinking too far down into the water. Leto hadn't appreciated his muddy appearance, and remembering that, Rochir now attempted to keep himself a little cleaner for this new acquaintance.
"My name is Rochir." he spoke, his voice naturally deep, and now a bit gravely from speaking so little lately. "I'm not the sort that would hurt you." he attempted reassurance, still staying put. He would back up his words by doing almost anything she asked, if he thought it would make her more comfortable.
Maybe, just maybe, Rochir could manage to make a friend who wasn't going to stab him in the back, or try to kill him any other way, for that matter.
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