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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:35 pm
Furekatsu Anjiru 
Life was calm, and the world seemed gentle. The sky was clear and everything just seemed greener. Birds sang and deer grazed. Bees buzzed happily about. And, of course, Meskeet found herself laying in the shade draped over the body of a rabbit.
A yawn, a stretch, and a glare was all it took before lazy eyes closed contently and the female lay her head down. This morning when she had woken up her stomach felt awkward. Hunger had been a first thought and had thus led to the kill of yet another rabbit. But the event itself was far easier than it had been when she'd run into Ryukkii.
Much to fail her satisfaction a full belly wasn't something her body seemed to want. Stomach churning her mind revisted some of her old questions and memories.
Where was Malady? While the drowned rat usually was able to scrounge up some bit of luck, it had been almost two full moons since Meskeet had seen her intricate cousin last. What a pain. The moron.
Xipetotec. Ah Xipetotec. Such the little leader. Something seemed off about him though, and Meskeet wondered if all the attacks on others he'd led were all honest play. Her nursing mate's image sent a shiver over her mind.
And of course, everyone's favorite, Mable. Had the useless thing died yet? It wouldn't be too surprising. It would, however, take some satisfaction from Xipetotec. Oh well. It wouldn't be the end of the world.
Peace and reflection would have easily been sustained had a nit wit bird not decided to build its dim wit nest in the tree above Meskeet. The wolf did her best to ignore the angry squabble and swooping but sometimes those fat feathered squirrels become just unbearable. A last angry dive and the dark pelted female casually pulled herself into a lazy stance. She slowly slunk off but of course it wasn't quick enough for the bird. A startling shriek rose into the adolescent's ears as the black bird darted at her head. Snapping upwards peevishly Meskeet nearly caught one of the dry and scratchy legs. To her surprise though she heard the flustered shout, "Pest!"
Jumping quickly around with her head anxiously darting among the trees and her eyes picked apart the elements of the shadows the female sought out the source of this unhappy cry. A shaming sound was detectable, but it seemed to come from above her. From the corner of her eye she noticed a black ball of feathers dart away. Stupid birds. How little services they seemed to provide.
Shaking her head and scowling once more Meskeet took some small delight in her appearance from the shadows scaring away the frolic of the creatures around her. Rabbits ran and she half grinned. She'd take what she could get. Werewolf 
Well; now that she had succeed in making Phib look like he was psychotic, the small female felt herself in rather good spirits. She would have felt sorry about it if he hadn’t shared her amusement, which put her considerably at ease. She always tried to be considerate of others and their minds– but sometimes she took a big liberty with her mate’s. She knew he didn’t always like it. She didn’t like it either...and yet.... it was addicting being always with him.
For now, Amélie had withdrawn, and moved somewhat haphazardly through the woods. Her mind was relaxed; save for what she needed to maneuver herself about the thickly wooded forest. It was a nice day, despite being miserably hot, and she followed the sweet smell of late blooming flowers.
The grey female turned a bit to the left, sliding behind a tall birch. From the left, a bird flew overhead- screaming at the top of it’s lungs. “Pest, pest!” It shrieked, and the blind wolf angled her head sheepishly forward.
“What?” She remarked. “Hush now- I am not doing anything to you.” She spoke with a soft smile, before turning from it. Whatever had bothered it seemed to linger in faint trails, and she followed it steadily through the wood.
A wolf resting not far off, and Amélie paused to register who it was. Dimly, her eyes flickered with some sort of resignation, before they seemed to glaze back over. “Good afternoon, Meskeet.” She smiled, wagging the end of her tail.
She was missing an inherit point of avoiding Phantom and his pack.
Indeed, Meskeet's eyes rolled. "Hello Amélie. Fancy running into you." Just her luck was more like it..
But Amélie was a Seer and it didn't do to mess with them, atleast that's what the young wolf had heard and decided for herself.
She had seen Phib's mate few times in her life, but there were enough for her to never forget the gray wolfess. Or her unusual abilities and ideals of peace.
Hah. Hadn't Phantom threatened to kill Amélie? Perhaps she wasn't aware of just how often Phantom would follow through if presented with the change and a decent motive. Meskeet knew her visitor would do much better to listen to warnings while she still got them.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:11 pm
Normally Amélie did not take to responding to the thoughts of others. She found it intrusive, and it broke the quasi-code she tried to implant within herself. But there was a familiarity with Meskeet. This one– she would be seer soon, she had heard. Rumors were sketchy at best, coming from Phib, Phantom, and Sosay, but upon approaching her, Amélie could begin to feel the characteristic static she felt whenever her mind hit a wall with another seer. Not quite the silence like she felt with Solaris and Kaho- but it was getting there.
A lucky thing- most seers went through their trials without ever knowing what the abilities they were developing were.
So, with that in mind she didn’t hesitate to respond. “If Phantom wishes to be killing me, I am not one to stop him.” She remarked gently. “Should be knowing better, then to threaten someone who does not value their life in the way he does.”
Her opinions aside, she smiled, and swayed the end of her tail, and answered her audible question. "I take walks sometimes. Can't be seeing well, so, it leads me where it will and then I go back. How are you, Meskeet?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 10:24 pm
She was startled, but only for a moment. "Stay out of my head please." Privacy was something she valued, and, well, Am?lie seemed too nice to bother.
Being around the other female was always..weird. She knew far more than Meskeet and had at her disposal means to learn even more. So she always seemed so content with things. That bothered the adolescent.
Meskeet was even half oblivious to what was pressumedly happening to her. She made it a point not to mix with others and so never heard any of the rumors, and it wasn't like she was very knowledgeable when it came to rare abilities with some wolves.
Noneless, she had been unnerved lately by the slow changes and now here was Amélie. It was all puzzling indeed. Like a good joke and she'd missed the punch line.
"I am fine." She didn't really care, so there was no real point in elaborating on any of the weird events she'd been involved in lately. And they weren't friends, so there was no point in asking how she was. Was there?
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 7:13 am
For a moment, Amélie regretted speaking on it. She didn’t usually, except with Phib. But she supposed Meskeet would figure it out sooner or later. “A bit hard, to be doing that.” She admitted. “Staying out of people’s minds- you don’t control that unless you really need to. Mind drifts, not always here or anywhere. The only thing that privacy matters is whether or not you open your mouth about it.” It surprised her that she was a bit unawares as to herself when it seemed that everyone else knew about it. It brought a slight frown to her face, and she swivelled the end of her ear. There were words that she wanted to bring to her mouth, but with her attachment to Phantom, she knew Phib would be displeased if she mentioned anything. It was a hard game.
Her head nodded as if she was somewhat far off, and smiled. “That is good to hear. Summer has been hot lately.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 11:24 am
It was satisfying. Amélie could actually frown! It wasn't big or anything. Barely there to be honest. But a frown none the less! Hah. Meskeet had thought Amélie was used to wolves with similar behavior as hers, but apparently she'd done something to displease her. Perhaps it was a good thing to do?
It was Meskeet's first summer and already she'd figured this would always be a hot season. So how much longer until the cold one? "Mhm."
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 11:32 am
The pale female’s blue eyes seemed dimly focused as she moved her head towards a faint sound in the distance. It was unfortunate the other thought that way- she could only imagine the kinds of trouble a seer such as her could bring others. And yet, she still felt rather amiable towards her. It was a bit different then her usual loving nature- she even had some love for Phantom, but it was of a different kind. Maybe it was because she was young, and in at least some way, much like her sister had been.
“Particularly hot.” She spoke again, when no real words came from the brown female. “The fish are moving upstream though, so it is not so bad. I only wish it wasn’t so hot that the berries wouldn’t grow. I suppose their season has ended.” That was true- she really was rather disappointed about the berries. They had been a nice change from meat all the time.
"But, that is how it goes, yes?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 11:47 am
"I suppose so. There's always meat though." And other wolves to eat. Meskeet never believed she'd have a problem with berries thinning out for a while. The tastes of meat and blood were something she'd take any day over berries. Had she ever eaten berries? No. They didn't look all too appealing. They were food for prey.
She wondered why someone from another pack, especially Phib's, would stop to talk to her, especially the seer. Perhaps she was doomed and she was to get a warning? Wouldn't that be a nice change. Atleast she would have something else to fight.
"Wouldn't Phib be mad that you're here?" Well, wouldn't he?
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 12:08 pm
Amélie blinked somewhat, and a smiled pulled across her face. “He might.” She quirked. It was hard to honestly say if he would be. She figured he’d be furious she’d wandered this far towards Phantom, that was a given. But she didn’t really know if he cared much either way towards Meskeet. “Phib tends to value enemies on a need to basis. Being with Phantom doesn’t make you an enemy. But I can’t say he’d be thrilled either way.” In fact- hadn’t he argued on Meskeet’s behalf when Sosay had talked about killing her?
“But whether or not he would be– it won’t be the first time I’ve made him angry.” She smiled. Oh, she did it rather often. "I love him- but that doesn't mean I always do what he wants of me." Perhaps contray what he'd like to believe.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 12:33 pm
Was that even a clever idea? Meskeet would never disobey Phantom. Was Phib truly so lenniant or was it simply because Amélie was his mate? Either way, the brown female knew she would never try it.
Meskeet could hear the faint squeal of a wild pig. It was growing louder though. She glanced in the direction it seemed to be coming in and stood up.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 12:42 pm
An interesting question, although it wasn’t posed to her. As much as Phib would like to believe otherwise- she supposed he was, in some way, lenient. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be furious if she had directly disobeyed something he had told her not to do. Had it been Phantom she was conversing with, she was quite sure she’d get a scuff on the head for it. But a lot of what Phib did had a lot to do with what he felt was duty. He felt he had to be angry. Either way- Amélie knew how to lax his temper on her, and she was sure anyone who knew him well knew at least one way to get him off their backs.
The shriek of the wild boar caught her attention, and she angled her head in the direction of the sound. It was sharp and splitting. There was something about a pig’s scream. There were few sounds worse.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 1:04 pm
The boar charged through the trees and with another squeal charged at the pale grey wolf.
Meskeet had lept away into the trees and waited to spring out on the creature. Which would be very soon because her where she was wasn't the ideal hidding spot.
As it squealed she lept for its side as she'd missed her opportunity to get the neck.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 8:07 pm
The beast ran forwards, the sound of hooves striking the earth quickly becoming louder in her ears. Dazedly she flinched, catching the eyesight of the boar, and seeing herself standing shortly within the path of it. Meskeet was moving, but it cut off before she managed anything else. Her body tensed and she froze, standing rooted and her tail quickly puffing in alert to the potentially dangerous situation. “Stop!” She yelled towards to boar sharply. She knew it translated- but, for a creature like a boar, it was unlikely it was enough.
Had she had more practice- she could have puppeted the boar. But that was a severe breech of her personal code- so instead, Amélie did perhaps the only offense move she ever used- a sharp, high pitched sound which jolted directly into the boar’s mind.
By then, Meskeet was already dancing beside it, looking to grab at its side-
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 9:30 pm
The boar shrieked again and plummeted through the brush until it completely disappeared. The noise in its head scared it far more than some predators ever would.
Meskeet watched, surprised, as it quickly escaped. Animals never liked her, but they'd never really charged at her or someone near her before. It was a stupid pig. Undoubtedly.
Am?lie had done more to get rid of it than Meskeet would have bothered with, and yet all she'd got from it was a faint ringing in her ears. So what exactly had the pale seer done?
"Because you are a seer?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 6:29 am
A grin pulled across Amélie’s face as soon as she settled herself, and slowly, the end of her tail started to wag. For her, that was a most agreeable turn of events. The boar hadn’t been hurt, and neither had they. Phib would be rather furious.
If she mentioned it.
She continued to stare blankly into the direction the boar had left in, carefully coaxing her heart back into a normal pace. She got excitable easily in those situations. Perhaps it wasn’t too unusual- it hadn’t been the first time a creature had gone for her.
Meskeet’s voice faintly registered upon her, and her ears flanked upwards, and she turned her head across her shoulder to at least appear to be looking at her. She could see a faint glow in the darkness- and noted that Meskeet’s was considerably brighter then most of the other glows she got from a creature’s mind.
“Maybe.” She remarked quizzically. "Sometimes things are more afraid of what they don't know then what they do."
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 6:08 pm
That would be nice. To be able to tortue the mind of something. Definately something to work towards. To bad she wasn't a seer. That's were the real fun seemed to be.
Amélie didn't seem the type to use her seer abilities to their finest, or rather, not to the extent of harm they could cause. A waste. Such gifts used to help things that would only wind up in trouble again later.
Perhaps she could become a seer? Unlikely. "How did you beome a seer?"
Amélie didn't seem the type to lie.
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