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 Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:52 pm
His paws sunk deep into the warm sands, the gritty liquid-like ground was hard to tread through and each step felt as if he was barely moving; just as if he was walking in the same place and not getting anywhere. Wrinkling his muzzle in deep thought, the brown wolf swayed his curled tail and glanced all around.
There was nothing but sand and the oceans edge but, towards the left, the more lush and grassy regions were located slightly above where he stood at an incline. The rolling ocean waves that washed upon the sand rumbled and softly spoke with an audible tone, speaking in a language that he could never understand. As a small breeze ruffled his fur and whisped his crimson streaked hair atop his head, swaying it and swishing it over his right eye, Cellen smiled.
"I could get use to a place like this," he mused as he began leaping through the sands, spewing up waves and wakes of the gritty material in every direction. Stil a bit puzzled on how exactly to manuever effectively though the sands, Cellen was willing to do anything to get towards the waters edge.
But why the water?
Ever since he could remember, the young wolf had always been mesmorized and lured by the soothing liquid, watching the suns rays dance upon its surface in an elegant manner and, of course, swimming. Oh, how he loved to swim! What better way to relax then to be submerged within the cool waters? It was the only way to beat the summer heat.
Panting with exhilaration as his tongue lolled out from his mouth, a wide grin spread across the punks maw as he stumbled and fell at the oceans edge. Sand spattered up towards his eyes but, luckily, he closed his eyes tightly and pawed at his face. The sensation of sand by his muzzle and nose were irritating!
With a dissatisfied expression curled up on his maw as he spat out the sand that had managed to penetrate into his mouth, he arose from the sand and shook his fur off.
"Ick! Gross!" He spewed out in a slight choke. "Ugh...sick!"
Sticking out his tongue and shaking his head, Cellen gritted his teeth and stumbled towards the water that washed up upon the sand. Slowly padding paw high into the water, the brown wolf sighed with relief as he welcomed such a soothing relief upon his paws.
Wriggling his toes within the depths of the sand and water, he smiled. "Much better."
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 6:38 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 1:45 pm
As another set of waves crashed onto the shoreline, a wide grin spread across his maw as he couldn't contain the raging excitement within him. Suddenly he began romping through the water, running and splashing as the water swept against him. Cellen closed his eyes as the water trailed up to his stomach, its refreshing sensation cooling his body as he wasn't accustom to such temperatures.
As he took a deep breath, the ocean's salt piercing his senses and stining with its sharp presence, the brown wolf flickered his eyes open as his ears perked upwards.
What was that scent? Besides the powerful scent of the ocean salt, there was another scent that wafted within the air; one that he had not been aware of. Tiltinghis head slightly as a slightly perplexed expression crept upon his maw, Cellen glimpsed back towarsd the shore as his cerulean blue eyes scanned across the sands.Peering towards a large bulk of black that rested upon the sands, Cellen confirmed the scent. It was another wolf, a male to be precise. Turning around, the young male began withdrawing from the waters and began padding towards the shore.
Shaking his head as his crimson streaked hair tapered and hung in front of his right eye, Cellen then shook his body free of the sea water and remnant sand out of his fur. He loved the water but the ocean was strange; its sensation upon his fur was strange and, when it dried, it matted and tangled his fur in the most irritating manner.
Nevertheless, it was water and it did help cool him down. But if only there were more freshwater sources around. He'd have to find one later but, for now, he was rather intrested in the wolf before him.
Perhaps he would know where to go..or where he was for that matter.
"Afternoon," he greeted with a friendly smile. His curled tail swayed behind him in a jolting manner as he traversed through the deep sand.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 4:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:24 pm
The young punk took a step back as he watched the bulky-statured, black wolf arise from off the sands and stand at full height. The one before him was slightly larger than him yet much older. There was always something that accounted for age within a wolfs eyes and Cellen was keen at distinguishing age. Not only did the scars across the black wolfs' body fortell of what he had been through in a brief manner, but his eyes, those that seemed to stare and question ones reasons and beliefs, were enough to convey that the one before him was- in other words, intrigued by him.
But this wasn't anything new to him; the idea or realization that just about every wolf he came across grew uncertain and, in extreme cases, afraid of him was all to common.
"Lookin' for somethin'?" He repeated as his thoughts mused slightly. Shaking his head side to side with his crimson streaked hair jostling in the same motion, he arched a brow with a smile. "Nowt really. But it's a bit amusing that you haven't skived me yet. Most just think I'm a bit barmy or aggro but what do they know," he shrugged with a small chuckle.
The vauge presence of an accent presented itself as his typical slang poured out from his maw and right into the present conversation. Cellen was slightly oblivious that he was speaking in his typical manner; a bit of english slang and conversing in words that were sure to baffle and stump the ears of countless wolves who were drowned within his rambling. But it only took a few moments to realize to whom he was actually speaking to and how lost the wolf before him must be. He couldn't talk in the same manner as he use to with all his mates and friends. For now, he'd have to lighten up on the slang so he could be somewhat understandable.
A rather embarassed smile suddenly drew upon his maw as he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry 'bout that. I need to remember to keep the slang to a minimum. Talk like that really isn't their cup of tea."
Cerulean orbs deviated towards the ocean surf, marveling and becoming lured by the waves that rolled and stormed the shoreline. This place sure was strange...and so deserted by the looks of it. Where was everyone else?
"Names' Cellen," he announced with a nod of his head. "I'm from...well- it's hard to remember since I've meandered a bit everywhere but I haven't been here before. Who are you?"
As a natural instinct, the brown wolf lifted up his right, forepaw and outstretched it towards the other wolfs paw with a warm smile. The customs and greetings of his friends and family were so vastly different than those of many other wolves who resided within the woods and outskirts. Such a gesture was strange, to say the least, but it was a typical greeting and shouldn't every wolf know the "common greetings"?
According to Cellen, it seemed only natural that any wolf would know how to "pound it". He knew what to do, right?
((If some of his words seem a little strange...it's because he tends to use british slang XD. There are translations and meanings in the journal if you're a bit puzzled ^^.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 9:10 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 10:30 am
A small chuckle escpaed from Cellens maw as he smiled. "Well, at least your not like all the others I've come across; all argy-bargy and kerfuffled whenever I came across them. Some wolves have a bad habit of givin' off the cold shoulder," he replied with a gruff sigh.
Could some wolves really reject ones very appearance just because he or she was...well- unique? From past experiences, it would seem so. Those whom he had come across were either neutral towards him or harbored a dire resentment towards him. But it was these incidences that strengthened his individuality and the belief in himself. Though he rarely took up the offer to fight and shed senseless blood, there were things a wolf could never let another bash or scorn against and, to Cellen, ones personal individuality was something no wolf could ever alter or forcefully change.
"You never know," he replied with a musing expression, "there are some who'd think a manky wolfs' strange words were a threat to their very life. And I've already had a few hit for sixes and ain't lookin' for more."
A warm, broad smile spread across his maw as he gave a nod of his head followed by his cimson streaked hair. "A pleasure, Phib." As his curled tail swished and swayed behind him in an upbeat manner, the brown wolf nodded. "Everthing is so dodgy these days...their just seeking to find truth."
Upon watching the unfamilair and somewhat hesitant reaction to the older wolfs reaction towards his gesture, he sheepishly grinned and tilted his head slightly.
"I guess wolves around here don't know how to pound it," he commented as his cerulean orbs trailed towards Phib's left forepaw. "But I'll teach ya." Midleveling his paw closer to Phibs, he glanced up towards him. "All ya gotta do is just clenche 'ya paw and-" colliding it with the black wolfs with a slight thrust, Cellen grinned wide as he retreated his paw back onto the ground, "pound it. It's just a greeting friends use commonly."
Still unsure whether Phib would at least understand his motives or logic, he shook his head as he tossed his tapered hair away from over his right eye. Where else was he to go? Was there somewhere else he could venture to? The pack had long disbanded and, if Cellen had any hopes of finding some true place to call home, he'd better start looking.
But what about these lands?
"Well I guess that brought a quick end," he pondered as he glanced round about; his orbs contemplating and perusing about. "It's hard to find where you belong when you don't feel like you belong anywhere. 'home' has always never had a meaning to me."
"What about you, Phib?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 7:40 pm
An unbearable, wide grin spread across the punk wolf's maw as he shook his head and swept his crimson hair from out of his eyes. "Bazzin'! I was thinkin' that it was a bit of a howler to pound it with you but you picked it up well!"
Finding himself tired from standing for too long, Cellen sat upon his haunches and swayed his tail in an estatic manner. He was rather pleased that he had actually managed to show someone how to pound a paw or let alone be in the company of any wolf. These days many wolves either ignored him or chased him off; what a scenario of options! Luckily he alway did manage to escape with his life but, still, there were incidences where survival almost seemed as if it was only a fleeting wish. As long as Cellen survived with his life, he couldn't hold such a dire hatred or grudge against any wolf. He'd much rather save hims upmost fury for when other events that would rile him needed intimidation and vengence.
Glimsping towards the black wolf, Cellen noticed a faint change in expression. He tilted his head slightly and listened intently as Phib spoke.
The words rang too true within his ears as, following along, the punk wolf nodded his head and shifted his paws upon the ground. "I've walked left, right and centre and I've never have found someplace to call home; it's been nothing but horlicks but at least I'm still kickin' and that's what counts."
Cellen's ears suddenly perked upwards as his maw fell ajar. Did- did he hear Phib right? This was his land? So that makes him-
"You're an Alpha? I'll be honest, I'm not gobsmacked. There was somethin' about you that conveyed the look of a leader. I guess first impressions really do convey alot," he chuckled low as he mind began to muse with thoughts and recollections. A small, emotionless display fell over his face momentarily as he glanced all around him. What did it feel like to belong somewhere? Was it a completeness or the loss of a burden that one had carried for so long?
Cellen didn't know nor did he ever know if he would.
"You said every wolf is searching for something, for means that only the heart can convey. But what more do you want? You have loyal followers, beautiful packlands and hold the trust of others? What else is there? I mean-" he sighed as his ears flickered with hesitation. The words were hard to speak of but, somehow, he managed to slid them from off his tongue, "Have you found what you were looking for?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 9:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 10:53 pm
Cellen nodded as his cerulean orbs trailed upwards to meet the pale green eyes of the Alpha. His mind rambled and sought for answers, questions that he had yet to answer for himself but, somehow, he couldn't place any response or worry. The punk wolfs' paws had carried himself and his burdens to the unknown destination; searching, seeking and scowering for a "home".
He had always envied those whom had found their place and planted their feet within a firm foundation. But, as for Cellen, that was something that he felt he could never obtaion nor forge from a simple dream to a tangible reality.
The words of the Alpha mused over his thoughts and tongue as he softly muttered a line from the spoken words. "...Doubt anyone ever finds what they need."
His ears flickered slightly, somewhat disheartened as his left, bitten ear fell down slightly as his head tilted in a perplexed expression. Was a search for a home just a meaningless chase? Cellen shook his head, whisking the thoughts away as he glanced aside and down towards the lowly ground underfoot.
"It's funny," he began as his gaze retracted from off the ground and slinked upwards. "My band of mates and I were always hot to trot as we were never welcomed to any packlands or territory. Our hardcore lifestyle and opposing views never did fall as an asset in our favor; it only drove people away and made us a walkin' dekko exhibits of outcasts and vagabonds. Me and my bezzy mates never have known what "home" is."
Cellen's brows furrowed as his shoulders slumped and his curled tail wibbled and swayed behind him. When would he ever taste of sweet relief and come to know how it felt to belong somewhere?
"Life's been nothing but a hit for six," he commented with a low rumble as he sunk onto his stomach, throwing his head upon his crossed forepaws as a small yawn drew from his maw.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 5:26 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:52 am
Cellen blinked several times as his muzzle wrinkled in thought; his mind was ponderous, musing at the spoken words of the Alpha and still trying to make sense of it all. The concept seemed foreign to him but, truthfully, the young punk was willing to take any risks to finally be admitted into the ranks of a pack and live within a family once again. Living life forlorn and shunned from the presence of others was never sweet as the bitter taste lathered his tongue and never did leave. Nothing seemed to rid of such a foul taste nor did every attempt even dilute its presence. He only sought the luscious, sweet taste of acceptance.
His metal ridden ears flickered as he tilted his head slightly to the side, crimson, tapered hair falling upon his right eye as he looked into Phib’s pale green orbs.
It was now or never.
Cellen had to give it a go and at least take a jab at it! If he didn’t then, well- he’d never know whether or not he’d ever be able to find a pack and, perhaps, joining Phib’s pack was just the one he was looking for.
The ocean surf, the suitable climate and the overall geographic layout was too appealing and, given the choice to live here, Cellen would seize such an opportunity.
“Phib, can I join your ranks- I mean, I’m not tryin’ to stir up a kerfuffle or cause one. I want to join your pack.” Nodding his head as he affirmed his statement with himself, the brown wolf smiled with a soft sigh, intaking a deep breath as he knew, oh he knew too well, that he wanted to be apart of this pack.
"I'll do everything to earn my place within your ranks and you won't look back on it as a mistake."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:57 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:54 pm
His maws practically dropped as his metal ridden ears perked upwards, a rather astonished, wide grin spread across his maw. "Wha- Really?"
With cerulean orbs that were wide open and settled upon the Alpha before him, Cellen closed his eyes and began stammering upon his forepaws and shifting weight upon them with steps as he shook his head from side to side, his crimson hair swaying across his right eye. He couldn't help it; having someone esteem trust in him was a first.
Throwing back his head upwards as he solaced a small yet estatic howl, Cellen slid out onto his forepaws and chuckled softly. "You're the best, mate! Believe me, I'm not dodgy and never airy-fairy. I'll do any task...anything! I'm not a bunch of sixes and sevens and I'll prove my worth," he replied as he glanced back up towards Phib.
"Thanks, mate. Thanks for givin' me a chance."
Shaking his head as the punk wolf still remained and in sudden shock, he smiled. "So, what jobs are avaliable? Or- er- I mean, what do you think I'm best suited for?"
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