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 Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2019 5:29 pm
All things considered, it was going better than she thought. The she-wolf sat before a small group of pups. It was quite dark out, but the moon—nearly full now—shone brightly, setting her amber eyes on fire and illuminating the white portions of her pelt. Despite it being as dark out as it was, her den, with its hanging colored glass and various polished stones and bones, seemed to catch every last drop of moonlight, condensing it, transforming it into something magical. Story had just finished telling the newest pack members a little fable about how the rabbit lost its long tail and was now attempting to instill them with the pack’s values. “Repeat after me, BIRDS. ARE. OUR. FRIENDS.“ Story bobbed her head along as she instructed the young pups in her care in the ways of the pack. “No, no, you- listen, this is important.” She lightly bopped the distracted pup with her paw. There’s always one, she sighed. The she-wolf went through a couple more activities and even broke out a set of puppets: a gift from a friend. Pups always love the puppets. As the night went on, Story stood by her den and said her goodbyes to her little guests as their parents returned to collect them. “Farewell, see you next time!” It always warmed her heart to see the bright-eyed younglings and watch them grow.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2019 7:42 pm
 Blackwater Raptor had grown just a little into himself, finally. Still quiet and shy, he now at least felt a little more comfortable being around certain packmates that weren't immediate family, and that was saying something. Something about the official ranking as gatherer and the fluke of a win at the tournament (for he still believed it was a fluke, regardless of the giddiness it gave him when he remembered) had emboldened Blackwater. Let him just be more than he let himself before. And with his headaches becoming a little easier to manage, it really did feel like he was moving forward with his life again - a giant relief after months of agonizing over whether he was worth anything at all.
His tasks often let him skirt near others as an excuse by travel, and he found himself straying more often closer to the caretakers. Maybe he wanted to see Forbidden Oath smile and nod and acknowledge him again, or maybe he just really wanted to glimpse the pups. Maybe both. Blackwater was a simple dire wolf with simple pleasures. He always paused briefly, however, when he saw the treasures above one of the newcomer's dens.
Shiny. That was Story's, he remembered, his ears pricked as he caught her chastising on the wind. He broke into a doggy grin at the sight of the puppets as he lingered off to the side, his job forgotten. Not that he had any criticism for Forbidden Oath - she was Head Caretaker for a reason - but that was a neat trick. Without noticing, Blackwater mouthed the same platitude along with the pups, his tail wagging slightly as he remembered his youth. The way Nightingale always piped up midstory to play hero, or Silver Bird's accompanying snort.
And after that...Oh. Uh oh. Time had passed him by. Well...He could still say hi really quickly, right? In the way wordless Blackwater Raptor could. It was the least he could do after just...standing there awkwardly. Nosing a few pups in passing and nodding his greetings to their parents, he made his way over, the empty medicine bag bouncing against his ribs with each step. He tried to look welcoming, but as always it came with a sense of nervousness.
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2019 2:55 pm
“Hey there,” Story called to the approaching wolf. The smile broadened across her face. Blackwater Raptor was familiar to her. Though not much of a talker, he was an intriguing one. His violet eye color indicated his seer blood, and being a caretaker it is plain to her that he was often in pain. She believed that anyone can do anything, though, and his win at the latest tournament may have been a major upset for many, but it was an affirmation for her. “How are you?” Tail wagging, she asked in a sweet voice, “what have you been up to?”
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2019 1:26 pm
Blackwater whined softly even as he put on a nervous smile, his tail low but wagging. He bobbed his head, as if to say he was doing okay, before indicated with another nod towards the medicine back slung around his shoulders. It was his aunt's, and it made gathering easier to handle by letting him put his finds all in one place. It was empty now, which suggested he had been on his way to work before the stop.
He then cast his gaze towards the parents and their children, and his smile became less frayed. Maybe it was his mother's influence, but sights like that made his heart soft. "You?" he asked in turn.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2019 11:03 am
“Oh gosh!” Story trots on the spot, “I’m swell; I feel a little bit like I imagine a worm does just before the spring. Tired of being cooped up.” Abruptly, she wonders if what she said made any sense. Yeah, I think so. “Are you heading out now? Mind if I tag along?” The she-wolf desperately needed to stretch her legs, shake off the cobwebs so to speak. As she wasn’t the nervous type at all, she didn't hesitate to invite herself on an excursion.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2020 2:32 pm
A worm? Swell? What a funny thing Story was. Blackwater Raptor bobbed his head again, tail wagging slightly. She was more than welcome to accompany him! A second set of eyes would make his task easier--well, only if she wanted to, of course, he wouldn't dream of asking her to be a teacher and a harvester. And he could only imagine how she felt being stuck in one place like that with so many little bodies occupying the same space.
The wind was bracing but gentle, the fall colors still out in some force. It was a good day to share with someone.
Blackwater told her about what plants his aunt had asked for him to look for to refill the stores. "Have to remember them. Don't wanna miss one," he said, ears tilting back nervously at the thought. Mudsullied Jackal was a scary wolf to be around for reasons he couldn't quite describe. He was already more than indebted to her for her help to ease his headaches; making her disappointed was tantamount to sin.
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