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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 2, 2009 12:16:33 GMT -5
A light snow was dusting the Yozoran camp, damp powder covering the worn, thin grass that carpeted the Yozoran heartland. The prey pile was surprisingly well-stocked for the beginning of winter -- the reindeer and caribou provided a cornucopia of meals for the wolves of the pack. Trianna watched the camp with little interest from a small niche in the camp boundaries. She rested against a old stump, yawning or shifting her position now and then, but otherwise remaining unmoving in solitude.
A plethora of problems and ailments plagued the young neophyte. Firstly, her mentor was just, well, gone, not that she'd even gotten along with her anyway, but she didn't want to think that Greta had ended like her brother... And then there was Twig, who she'd seen plotting something from the minute Iver announced the war. She was starting to come to grips with the fact that he might actually be the spy that betrayed the Yozorans -- she just had to spy on him a bit more before turning him in. The thought left her achy and frowning deeply. He was her friend....was. Oh, and Neveria seemed to be privy to all that was growing in Twig's head. Her lips were sealed and her eyes were glaring defense mechanisms for this secret. And then Kasparr was barely even coming out of the den anymore...Crow and Saskia were much the same. Fear for her parents clenched at her. They aren't ready to be seniors yet, they still have plenty of fight!! And Kasparr is in training to be a warrior, he has to keep going!
And then there was that stupid Flisk.
What the heck was that little "let-me-try-and-comfort-you" stunt? Uh, no thanks. I take care of myself. He wouldn't catch her teary-eyed EVER again. And if he did, she would rip his vision from him, and laugh at his futile explanations. Like anyone would actually believe something like that of Tria, the 'tough girl' as some had dubbed her. No dubs wanted, thanks. She smiled widely, thinking of the way he'd called Autumn the hot-headed one.
Stupid boys.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Jan 5, 2009 17:54:37 GMT -5
((Dang...don't have alot of time.))
Flisk sniffed the air, eager to smell the scent of Trianna. She was the only girl his heart was set on, the hottie of his dreams. The neophyte was so...strong. As he identified her scent, he groomed himself, made his head fur a little messy, then sauntered over, eyes gleaming lightly. He stopped at the rock, watched her yawn, and grinned. Settling down right next to her, he stifled a wink that he wanted to give her. He knew she thought he was a wimpy little ball of fur, but he would prove her wrong.
"Hey."
Blinking, he licked his nose and settled down, her fur warm near hers. He knew in a few seconds she was probably going to clout him over the ears, but decided that the pain was worth it. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach but he ignored it and flashed his fangs at the sky.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 5, 2009 21:51:09 GMT -5
Exhale.
Her eyes flashed wide open, annoyance flitting through her gaze, which she whipped towards Flisk with something that was caught between pity, surprise, and slight confusion. "Aw dang, I thought Lyell took the twat out for trianing. Looks like we're stuck with him, once again, conscience! Maybe we should go and see Nazz and Kandoria now, before the migraine really gets going." She shifted so there were a few inches of space between her and Flisk. "So...." she sighed heavily, seeming to accept the situation. "How did it go with ol' Lyell? I hear he's pretty good. Well, anybody's better than..." she trailed off, shaking her head in disgust. She would never be completely honest with it to anybody...
She'd never been to a real training session with her mentor.
She'd met Greta briefly, figured they'd clash because she was the realy mothering and gentle type. Heck, she hadn't even been able to do that.
She tagged along with her brothers and sisters most of the time.
She'd learned most of what she knew on her own. And she wasn't stupid, either. She needed a new mentor, whatever the case was. She just hadn't dealt with that problem yet...
('tis okay -- I'll still be around when ya get back ^^)
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Jan 8, 2009 16:37:47 GMT -5
Flisk winked as a look of surprise crossed Trianna's face. He wanted to be with her, her to be his to own. He wanted a mate to flirt with...but WHY wouldn't Trianna like him? Maybe it was because he was small, but small meant agile. Was he coming across wrong? He wondered quietly what made Trianna's heart beat for a guy. She seemed so tough...but when Spyro had died everything seemed to be different. His head turned to look at her and he spoke.
"Lyell? I don't know...he doesn't like me calling me- I mean rabbits meat-bags. I mean what am I supposed to say? Rabbits is so...ugh."
He trailed off and listened as Trianna stopped mid-sentance. His curiosity got the best of him and he cocked his head, serious.
"Better than who? I won't tell."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 8, 2009 17:15:12 GMT -5
She groaned slightly at his apparent apt interest. "Greta. That little nicey-nicey mothering type. Why they paired me with her of all wolves, I'll never know. She had like a bunch of pups, and then their father ran off somewhere and nobody's seen him since. In fact, I don't really see Greta or her kids around much, either. Could be because I've found a natural aversion for them. I think the intention behind putting me with her was something to do with evening out my temperent with her "compassionate kindness" or something. Whatever." She hadn't told him the whole story, but she'd answered what he asked, and that was all she ever planned to do. "So what have you been up to, then?" She woofed nonchalantly. She supposed she could test Flisk out a bit more -- she hadn't really known him long, and she certianly didn't know him well. Maybe he had more sense in him than she'd originally assessed.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Jan 9, 2009 19:37:06 GMT -5
Flisk lay there near her with not an expression readable across his face. He had a serious look carved into his features and he swallowed a lump in his throat. His tail was still and he lay his head on his paws. He had been observing Trianna from afar ever since he met her and the curious look plastered across his face had been wiped away before she could see it. Flisk was a kind of stalker in a way. He watched his "victim" and then moved in after he knew enough about them. He answered Trianna.
"Practicing battle moves and hunting. Nothing much."
His expression never changed.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 10, 2009 14:29:02 GMT -5
Trianna's ears flicked, slightly uncomfortable now. What was that look he was giving her? Wait, he didn't really have a "look" at all. His expression was bland, unreadable. She restrained a small smirk. Apparently they did have this one thing in common when it came to communicating with other wolves. Nonchalance was a practiced art. She supposed she couldn't deny herself the company of a fellow artist.
"Cool. Standards for starters," she commented. She blinked as a soft snow began to fall, adding to the already whited-out setting. She sighed almost inaudibly with annoyance. She didn't much like the snow. More of it would just add to her mood bar -- which started low and could only get lower.
"You like it here? In the pack, I mean," she asked after a while, glaring at each flake as it fell from the clouds. She didn't really know where the question came from, but it was out now, so there was no use in mulling it over.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Jan 16, 2009 9:20:52 GMT -5
Flisk licked his lips blankly, staring into the distance. He was worn out from his recent training session and wanted to rest, but the feeling he got when he was near Trianna made him feel like he needed no sleep. He yawned a small yawn and blinked away oncoming sleep. Trianna's fur felt warm next to his. Body heat. He grinned. Turning his face to Trianna's he spoke.
"Yeah...I guess. It would be nicer if everyone didn't boss me around because I'm a little smaller than others."
He bared his teeth in a vicious snarl. As the snow began to fall, he withdrew his snarl and settled down onto his paws.
"What have you been doing?"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 16, 2009 17:26:17 GMT -5
Trianna shifted slightly, taking note of Flisk's sudden closeness once more, but not recoiling completely this time. The cold of winter was bitter and chilling. With a rueful smile, she relished the slight warmth. Gotta love the body heat. Hm. As the conversation lulled forward, though it seemed apparent to Trianna they both had their minds fixed on other sorts of thoughts, she grew slightly more relaxed. This was a question she could answer truthfully, even if the pain still snarled defiance in the back of her throat. "Nothing of consequence. Looking for Twig -- Autumn's the only one who's like me, and can't stand sitting around when things are....upsetting," she woofed, skirting over the cause of the upset. "She went to look for Twig because he was really shaken after the storm, too -- he can't find his brother anywhere. And now she can't find Twig, either. She tracked him to the border with the Sheerans....but didn't cross it." She hesitated for a moment, feeling slightly traitorous as she continued, "Twig has a sister in the Sheerans. He's only half Yozoran blood. If he believes Truffle is truly gone, I don't think I could really blame him for leaving here....besides this sister, Terralisa, the only family he has living is an aunt, also a Sheeran. Twig's always kept to himself, and I mean we're his friends...but he's.....he's always been distant," she finished. She glanced at Flisk, studying him with an unreadable expression. "I don't remember you being around when it happened -- the Sheeran-Yozoran alliance. Mist and Light were actual mates, and so were Light's adopted daughter and Mist's actual son. Things happened then.....that should've never been at all...."
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Jan 19, 2009 10:59:54 GMT -5
Flisk shifted himself so that his fur was rubbing the right way. He listened to Trianna silently, head bobbing up and down at the right times. It was true that Twig had been gone looking for Truffle, but he himself felt a deeper wound. When he was just a little pup, his family had ignored him. He was in no existence, just a random wolf that happened to live with them. They banished him.
He licked his lips and silently arched his back. His yawn was stifled by a small woof that meant nothing at all. He spoke.
"Yeah...I came after my family deserted me. Its pretty nice here...despite all of the enemies."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 23, 2009 12:44:46 GMT -5
Trianna tilted her head inquisitively. "Deserted you? Why'd the whelps do that?" she asked, tone both surprised and...offended? Not for herself. No, but there was definitly an underlying snarl in there, just ready to come into its own. In defense of Flisk? Well, he was a packmate. And they did desert him. Family was something she believed most of her siblings took for granted, since theirs was so large.....but after Shiro.....nothing was to be taken for granted. She was damn lucky to have a family at all, let alone one so large and for the most part living. Flickers of hard, yet somehow ginger and hesitant sympathy shimmered for select moments within her gaze, but then dissolved from view. Still there, maybe, but not for the rest of the world.....just for Flisk.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Jan 25, 2009 9:10:00 GMT -5
Flisk stared straight, eyes beady and angry. He nodded at Trianna, was curious by the hint of concern from her, but shook it off. Licking his lips, he bowed his head and shook it, then lifted it. With his expression of mixed emotions, he looked slightly distressed. The small neophyte fixed a look on Trianna and spoke, answering her question from before.
"I had a brother. He was sooo big and strong and cool and my parents adored him. Then I came. They thought I would be just as good as my brother. I wasn't...so they disowned me."
He shook his head again and closed his eyes, then tucked his tail down. He lowered his cranium to his paws and opened his eyes, content, but distressed now that he was thinking about what happened to him so long ago.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 27, 2009 17:35:27 GMT -5
Trianna flew into a dust devil of fury at his words.
She was up, pacing rapidly, words flying from her maw as if they were being prodded with a white-hot iron. They came simultaneaoulsy with much snarling and expulsions of irate nature. If Trianna was possessed with telepathic abilities....the camp would be in charred shambles. She was on a rampage.
"Not good enough? Not big, cool, not good enough? What's good enough for wolves these days! Oh, look at that one, dear, he's not white! He must have the heart of a devil, my gawd! Oh, let's go leave our pup in a swamp because that's not what I ordered. You know what I say to your mother? Honey, you're the single most obtuse pig I have had the disgust to spit on in my life! Dear Yozora, I'd flay that thing! Did you know there's seriously an orphan that the Destinians found who was thrown away because he had the "wrong" pelt color? I'll be damned, we do live in a hell hole!" She carried on in a senseless rant, giving no signs of halting or slowling the steady stream of curses that she brandished like sparring blades.
"The nerve!"
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Feb 1, 2009 12:40:40 GMT -5
Flisk held back a chuckle as Trianna ranted. He watched her being immature and licked his lips patiently, his fur lying flat and his head following her pacing. He couldn't help but laughing when she said "obtuse pig" but quickly righted himself to silence. When she was finally done with two last words, Flisk rose to his paws. He arched his back and snuffled, then woofed calmly.
"Yes, it is a terrible place isn't it? But that's it. We live. We die. And everything we go through disappears at our last breath." Flisk smiled.
((sorry no time))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 1, 2009 18:29:21 GMT -5
(( That's fine  )) Trianna halted, breathing a little harder than she had been previously. She debated tuning Flisk out while she went into a brooding state, but something kept her from sinking back into her typical moody cloud. She blinked slowly at her black-furred neighbor, miffed. Genuine surprise spread itself gradually across her features. "Uh, not exactly. Ever heard of the Realm of Eternal Twilight, RET for short?" she shook her head. "It's supposed to be paradise or something, full of ancestors and dead guys that are supposed to guide us through tough times, only they don't really come down from their high horses a lot. Guess it must be true then, that it's paradise. Why come down here and help out your old pack, friends, family when you could just roll around in nice warm grass, eh? Yeah, there's life after death or whatever. Not sure if the piglet taught you that before she sneezed on you with her over-sized snout."Yeah, one thing's for sure: there's something really darn nice on the other side, or, possibly, something like hell. Hellfire. RET. Whatever they are exactly, that GoldenWolf's got nothin on them. |
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