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 Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 12:53 pm
There was no moon to illuminate the ocean or Anya’s pearly fur, instead there were just dense clouds, which covered the land in darkness and make her departure even more unnoticeable. Ever since Phib and Amelie had saved her own life, nearly a year ago, she had been loyal and always remained in the Outriders pack lands, but now, with the meeting of other wolves, she had grown restless. The number of this pack had grown and she felt as if she was a small sapling that could receive no light through the canopy. Her loyalty would not waiver, but she felt as if she needed to move on from the start that the black king has granted her.
Her dainty chin tilted skywards and her melodious voice rang to the sky, and echoed between the trees, summoning her leader.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 2:52 pm
The long male’s body shifted, not sleeping, but lost in thought as he lay strewn out amongst the rocks and the moss on the northern banks of the pack lands. Many things to be done now- Amélie was sleeping not so far away, and he was occasionally distracted by the lure of lying down beside her for the night. She didn’t seem so well- and although he’d been scolding her endlessly about her health, it troubled him to see a young wolf like her run down with a bit of something. A bit of something- he wouldn’t allow himself to see past that.
But, luckily, there were other things then his mate’s health to keep him occupied. Apparently everyone and their sister’s husband had decided to knock up their mates right before winter. He couldn’t say he was unhappy- but, there was some concern to be shifted to the management of that. It didn’t help that Arguin had been skulking around with a child- he’d be damned if he knew where the male got a child, and could only imagine it was his. What kind of poor female would have matched him? For that, he didn’t know.
It was then that the howl caught his ears. He paused, alofting his head and glancing about, trying to swallow down the alarm it caused in him. Too much thinking- but the howl was soft and relaxed, and it didn’t seem to come from one of the guards. He hadn’t heard much of it lately- but after a few long moments of listening to it, he deciphered it as being Anya.
Not one to ignore callings, even in the dead of night, he situated himself back up and left the rocky area; passing shortly over the abating river and tangle of fall foliage. It took a few good minutes to arrive in the place she was- but luckily, it was not so far that he had to rush.
“Good evening, Anya.” he spoke amiably as he approached, stepping over a stone, and glancing down to his legs as a dying vine attempted to snare him. It pushed aside when he pulled, and he righted his posture.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 4:20 pm
Winter, indeed was coming, but lately if had shown itself only in glimpses of frosty mornings, freezing nights, and dreary clouds. Already her summer fur had fallen out. In the past month she more or less fixated herself on removing the molting, itchy fur, and now it had grown in full strength, much more prepared than the last winter when Phib had saved her life.
Her southern heritage had been run out by the need to survive, and now her face was framed by lush and pearly fur, immaculate in every standard. Her eyes were still youthful and exotically slanted, her body the image of porcelain beauty, with the exception of the vulgar marks on her face.
Phib was the opposite coloration of herself, and although he was hard to see in the dark, she could smell his coarse and rustic smell from far away. Only after did he appear before her did his heart skip a beat and her heart pieced with an arrow of guilt. But her face remained stoic, her stance stiff, her legs straight.
Anya was unaware of Amélie’s sickness as well as the births in the pack, she knew many had become mates, and that it was only time before they produced offspring, but she never thought they would be born before the northern territory of the outriders received the fierce storm of the winter. She had recently been patrolling the outskirts of the territory, traveling out every now and then to get a feel for the grounds around her home.
Life had indeed come to a standstill, the instincts inside of her mind willing her to find a mate, take a mate, and reproduce. She had indeed found a pack…but it was then the circle stopped. She tried to thing out thoughts of irrationally leaving, however her instincts urged those thoughts away, tunneling her vision.
“Same to you, Phib,” Anya said, her cool teal eyes watching her alpha closely.
A moment of silence allowed her to gather her thoughts.
“I have howled for you, called you here…because I have planned to leave the outriders in search of another pack.” Her words were short, her mouth became dry, and the feeling of guilt rotted slowly in her chest.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 8:01 am
Phib glanced towards Anya. She wasn’t hard to see in the darkness, even without the moonlight. Her face was twisted into a kind of saddened resolve, but he wasn’t quite sure why. She was a young wolf- and one with quite a past. He had appreciated her staying, and that she knew him before he had set up this place. But he’d never thought he’d hold her here for long, and nor did he wish to.
“Anya, you are not held here.” He spoke. “You may do as you please. I do not expect to keep you from the world.” With a tired smile he stretched, and curled his tail. Amelie would be sad to see her go- but, she probably already knew. If he appreciated anything of his relationship with the seer, it was that he rarely had to explain things to her nowadays.
“I only hope you find what you are looking for.” He dipped. "And you always are welcomed back."
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 6:40 am
The young female dipped her muzzle in total appreciativeness and moved towards her alpha, licking his chin as any subordinate would do. Phib had saved her, taught her, and now he was willing to see her off with pride and was not reluctant in his choice. “I will return now and then to see you and your mate,” she whispered as if not to awake the trees around them. “Thank you Phib, for all you have done for me…” and with that she turned. Her posture became low, her ears pulled back, and her tail placed between her ankles.
It was time to take up the life of a lone wolf once again.
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