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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jan 11, 2008 21:39:18 GMT -5
"Well..." Wolfgang started following her. "What makes you say that? You seem to know what you're doing. Then again, what much would I know? I guess your 'instincts' will tell you what you need to do." He shrugged. "Look at me. My mother seemed to know what she was doing, right?"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 12, 2008 1:45:29 GMT -5
Liviana couldn't hold in her laughter anymore. "With all due respect, it seems she might have botched the job a bit!" She pointed out.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jan 12, 2008 1:49:54 GMT -5
Wolfgang stopped. "Heh... I'm laughing so hard," he said sarcastically. "You shouldn't just start talking about other wolves' moms like that. What would you do I made fun of your mom?" At least I finished my real reason why I started talking to this wolf: To make her laugh.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 12, 2008 1:57:25 GMT -5
"I'd claw your brains out, boy!" She snapped. "My mother was a healer of Blood Mist! She faced down Death and many others. She fought tooth and nail just so she and my father could be free and have me and my sister. I would be a dead jackass right now if it wasn't for her!" She smiled slightly, thinking of dead donkies and how yummy they were.  |
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jan 12, 2008 2:04:18 GMT -5
((Donkies?))
"Well sheesh!" Wolfgang shook his head. "I don't know who and what all these things you're talking about are. Healer of Blood Mist? Do you mean 'death' like almost dying, or 'Death' like some other wolf I most likely never heard of or met. But besides... you can't claw out my brains. You have to tear the flesh off my head, then get through those muscles, then you'd have to break the skull."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 12, 2008 2:05:56 GMT -5
"Trust me, I'm very capable of breaking through your skull and what not! Blood Mist was a pack. A healer is....a wolf who heals others. Blood Mist was basically a living hell. Death was a former leader of the pack. It's a dead pack, now." She explained.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jan 12, 2008 2:20:18 GMT -5
"I kind of figured what a healer was." Wolfgang laughed and rolled his eyes. "You don't look that tough to me. But I don't like fighting others for no reason. How did this... Blood Mist die? How many packs are there now?" He remembered that he had seen two packs during the travel across the mountain. But since no one seemed to accept him, he had given up with the packs and walked away.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 12, 2008 2:22:34 GMT -5
"They were tyrants. We took 'em down. As far as toughness goes, looks aren't everything. I could cut you in two if I wanted too...I just don't feel like cleaning the mess off my fur. Right now, there are four packs. I used to live in the Siverian Pack. I also have distant roots in the Destinian Pack, however. There's also the Yozorans and the Sheerans. Yozorans are tricky, and the Sheerans are too nice." She giggled.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jan 12, 2008 2:31:54 GMT -5
"Why are you laughing? Is it because I don't know much about the packs?" Wolfgang ran ahead. "So, what exactly are you going to do now that you've left your pack? Aren't you worried that someone may come and track you down?" He gasped and his eyes widened. "Track you down like a bounty hunter! Giving you no time to explain why you left."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 12, 2008 13:13:11 GMT -5
"You ask waaaay too many questions!" She sighed. "Firstly, I was laughing at the Sheerans. They're simply too diplomatic! Secondly, I'm going to find a nice warm den to give birth and raise my pups in. Third, they wouldn't dare. If they came to close, I'd kill them...no questions asked. Last, bounty hunters aren't common here unless they're wolves. And there ARE a few dangerous wolves out there, but that is the life of a loner. If all is lost, I call for help. We aren't a pack and aren't obliged to help each other like that, but at the same time we'd never leave another at the paws of death."
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jan 13, 2008 14:06:18 GMT -5
"True... I call loners like that friends." Wolfgang smiled. "Do you have any friends? I have a lot of friends. You should meet them one day." Even though he hadn't seen his friends since before the travel across the mountain. What had happened to them? Were they still alive. He shook the feelings off by still giving a friendly smile.
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