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Post by hOwL on Aug 24, 2008 19:06:51 GMT -5
She let her thoughts go as really there was no worries to be there. And less fear. Everything that she could ever fear was closer then usual. She flickered her auds and turned to look at the male as he spoke to her. Having no idea why...it seemed as if he was grateful this other femme came in. Perhaps it was somthing about her he didnt like...or even sensed her own fear. She threw those thoughts away. Nonsence. She flickered her ears at him softly and licked over his would very nimbly almost with disgust. Tasting rather burnt and faint then actually metalic like blood did. She cleaned over the sides of it carefully her ears held directly at him her, mismatched gaze glued on his face. Yes she feared...more then that when she feared it was brought for problems. She pulled away once she scented the wound the clean. Taking the leaves she had snipped she softly chewed them into some pulp and licked his would again carefully. Once finished she spit it out and sat nearly a foot away from him. Yes I do. I was taught from the best. Now...what I have put on your would would itch for about a day....but dont scratch it, the dirt of your muzzle will enter your flesh and infect it. she woofed to him carefully in bold words. She held his gaze longer before offering him a nevery distance soft smile...enough to be called a 'your welcome' smile. Though it was barely seen. Turning her attention to the white female she turned to look back at Damien.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 24, 2008 19:22:37 GMT -5
((Okay. So I'm making a new wolf. And it's going to cause much more drama here  )) Damien watched carefully as Secret Fang went about her work, making mental notes and taking in the scent of the herbs she was using. With things the way they were, chances were he would need to do this again, only he wouldn't have Secret Fang there to do it for him. He needed to recall everything, though it was limited, Redfang had taught him of healing. He really only knew basic rememdies, but that would have to do for the time being. He couldn't go running into any more healers....or anymore wolves if he could help it. He looked to the mountains, black, gigantic stones in the distance. Perhaps I'll find my solitude there, he thought miserably. He, too, turned his attention to the new wolf. He felt uncomfortable still, but restrained from looking at her so as not to wake up his hopefully irrational hostilities. At least he didn't recognize her -- if she'd been one of Hellfire or Tartarus, she wouldn't hesitate with any introductions or niceties. Or probably words, either. His attempt at goodness was not unknown, though it had been a poor attempt. If he met any of his better skilled and tricky 'denmates', he'd be dead in a moment. Not that it would matter much. He'd be back here again soon, ready for a fresh torturing from someone new... Why is it so hard for me to be a freaking optimist? "Healing sounds interesting," he murmured after a moment, breaking his awkward silence again. "You're very lucky to have learned the art of it -- especially from the best, as you say. I know the basics...that's basically all. Maybe if more wolves took the time to learn they wouldn't wind up dead so often. But I suppose, also, that healing is not for everyone."How blunt of you.
Yes, lovely speech right there.
I wonder if she thinks I'm a freak yet...
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Post by hOwL on Aug 24, 2008 19:29:29 GMT -5
Body lifted once more as she was about to make her leave when again the male spoke to her. She nodded. That is true. But dying is for everyone....you can brake something that will never heal inside...and that would kill you slowly....even if you still walk the earth on four paws. she told him in wise words. She did not state her name to the female neither did she plan too. Her slender fall bodice walked off quickly to her unfinished catch and dragged it over to them but kept her distance. I hunted this not to long ago. You may eat if you wish...it is a simple trate of kindness from my person. Now I take my leave. she woofed to them both. Dipping her crown slightly her gaze lingered on the male wondering if he would be ok. Either way it didnt matter but she cared...slightly. Turning around her paws continued...onto her never endless jorney that made her bored from the inside out. All she wanted was home...but home did not want her.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 24, 2008 19:39:23 GMT -5
Damien's eyes widened in surprise. "If you're sure....you should take some, though. I feel bad taking your whole catch...." he woofed. But he had a feeling she was truly leaving. Her words had struck a chord in him, though. A hard one. One that completely distracted him from the antagonizing prescence of the other she-wolf and revived the burning wolf inside of him, the pain searing into his eyes. He could feel it, the images of Hellfire and Tartarus flying through his mind on moving tapes, their mirrored images reflected through his copper eyes and shining right onto Secret Fang as he gazed at her.
It's a wonder how no one can guess what I am by just looking at me. I wear my heart on my sleeve enough. I really need to work on this...
But he knew what she said would forever be true, and there would be no erasing or holding out on this incredible burden that was weighting down his shoulders.
"You're right," he murmured faintly. "Or....or something can be broken from the start, only waiting for death as the release," he whispered, the fires inside of him swelling and surging back and forth, like beasts of the night tearing him apart from the inside. Constant agonies that would never stop. Not even in death. All that would wait for him there were the more tangible fires. The more painful ones.
"Goodbye then, Secret Fang. It's been a pleasure knowing you," he nodded to her.
And apt goodbye. Becuase there's no a shot in hell I'll see her again.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Aug 24, 2008 20:13:24 GMT -5
Not responsive to Damien's threatening stance, the fae merely moved his weight her other paws, leaning against a dead tree with a raised brow. As the brute relaxed, she turned her gaze on the she-wolf beside him, sensing perhaps a bit of hostility from her as well. What's new, right?"Names, as far as I see it, don't matter much, really- I myself have several..." She yawned a bit, as if growing bored with her own conversation. "Bitch, Gypsy, whatever you like to call me... though if you're asking for my original birth-calling, then it is Sanceul."Sanceul blinked, the dark side of her face disappearing in a swath of white fur before her lids reopened again. "Healing?"There was a dry chuckle there. "There isn't a living wolf that knows shit about healing."And I ain't talking 'bout scratches she added silently. ((I love roleplaying a she-wolf with an attitude :  ) |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 24, 2008 20:22:45 GMT -5
"There isn't a dead one, you mean," Damien snarled before he could stop himself.
SHIT.
God....it's a good thing Secret Fang already left....that would've totally blown it....this random stranger? I don't really care. She didn't hear enough of my conversation with Secret Fang to really get what's going on here...
"Look, do you have a problem with wolves helping each other out, or are you really so narrowminded that you can't see this world has geniuses?" He snapped through gritted teeth. "I mean, sure, the Twilighters have their infamous ones....how do you think they got there, eh? By dying at birth? No way. They were alive, and they were just as brilliant then!"
"It's very clear why you address yourself as bitch. I've never crossed one so ungreatful for the little good things they come across." He muttered, severly ruffled. He turned to glare at her.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Aug 24, 2008 20:43:59 GMT -5
"Mmhmm... would you mind specifying those 'little good things'? I'm afraid I can't think of any at the top of my head..."
She rolled her eyes- although you could only see one pupil move- and sat down with her tail curled around her blood-red paws. She turned her head and stared absentmindedly into the sky.
"Hmm... have you ever watched insects before?" Sanceul asked rather bluntly. Not even glancing toward Damien to see if he had heard, she continued. "There are some species of spiders where the male is much smaller than the female. During courtship, the male will assume a position so as to fertilize the female... but the female will latch onto him before he gets away, and devour him for her own nurishment.
"It's interestingly similar to how other creatures behave- even wolves. We live together, but when the time comes, all we can think to do is eat each other."
She smirked a little.
"...so to speak."
Finally looking at Damien again, she chimed, "Geniuses? Why, we're no different than insects."
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Post by hOwL on Aug 25, 2008 16:58:42 GMT -5
Slender paws made there way, out of the ash and into deeper dense forest. She was still close enough to hear the female. Yet you have so much to learn, she whispered flicking her tail she shook her thick fur. Twitching her ears she stopped and looked around at the trees that whispered missgivings. A shiver rolled down her spine. Dear, Dawnpath speak to me... she whispered in her mind quickly making her way out of the ferns onto a pebble shore line breaking into rocks and caves. Nodding it felt like home...nearing them she found a clearing with shade. Walking over to it she laid herself down, gentle fair gaze scaning the terrain smoothly. Dry your tears...its time to let you go. One last chance before I go. Days come and go but my feelings for you are forever . Letting out a whimper she laid her head down on her paw wishing to forget a tear falling from her aqua blue eye.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 25, 2008 17:19:11 GMT -5
"If you haven't noticed, we don't have eight legs, dunce," He said tartly. "Now is there a reason you're bothering me, or are you really that bored with your life?" He stretched his tender limb, wincing as pain jolted up his frame.
Great. Just great. I'm stuck here with an annoying little --
Pessimism won't get you very far here!
"Look, I can't leave this clearing until morning at the least. So could you either leave me alone or attempt some sort of normality?" He pleaded desperately.
I can't take this all night. It's like I'm arguing with Snare or Crimson. Wait -- no way is this that bad. I just have to calm down. I mean, there are freaks in this world. It's my luck to run into one of them in my short time here. And by the sounds of it, she IS one of the world's wackos. Might as well enjoy good entertainment I suppose...
Reluctantly, he dropped down beside an oak tree, settling into the crisp grass. Well, to Damien, it didn't feel crisp at all. This was like feathers compared to the stones he used to rest on.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Aug 26, 2008 22:07:05 GMT -5
"Bored? Why, I'm positively exasperated by it..."
Her dark smirk crept onto her features again, tugging at the corners of her maw.
"Normality? I don't really understand the meaning of the word... not that any wolf is actually 'normal'. Unless you can prove me wrong, that is- I'd really like to see you try."
She blinked, her dark eye disappeared under folds of white once more.
"Hmm... leave you alone? Why would you want to when we're having so much fun- I haven't had such a thought provoking conversation since-"
She faltered, genuinely hesitant for the briefest of moments before recovering.
"...well, for a long while."
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
