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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Feb 20, 2009 18:01:39 GMT -5
"Or not to leave. That is always the question..." Styx mumbled to himself. He didn't know why he had come to a scary place like this. He was just wondering was living in a pack right for him. He had lived in a pack as a pup, but he just became poor forgotten Styx. Then when traveling alone some wolf invites him into a pack. He met a friend here he liked to hang out with, but that's it. I'm so close to the border... he thought. I could leave and run as fast as possible to the loner lands. No one will find me, hopefully. And like anyone will know I even existed in the pack. It's like dying. Wolves remember you for, like, a week and then forget about you. Maybe this 'poor forgotten Styx' thing will stick with me. He shrugged and lay down, looking around the Blood Circle. I could just leave... |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 26, 2009 12:23:42 GMT -5
The young she-wolf was getting quite weary of the routines she'd been through lately. She wasn't the only one virtually mentorless, either -- when the packs hadn't been so hostile, she'd talked to a few Yozoran neophytes who hadn't mentors, either. This odd state of being, a neophyte without a mentor, bruised her deeply. What am I, worthless? Well, I supposed I should talk to Yago about it soon,...she probably didn't even realize what was going on. The mentoring system has been totally abandoned these days it seems.....
Her young, cream and brown paws had been running her towards the Blood Circle, though she hadn't really planned on going there, or anywhere in particular. Meg refrained from hunting, as well -- her current mood of downcast told her she would miss every catch that presented itself.
She camed to settled at the end of the Blood Circle opposite to Styx, though she'd yet to take note of her best friend. She sighed heavily and sat, eyes gazing upward at the frost-ringed trees.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Feb 27, 2009 18:58:58 GMT -5
Styx jumped at the sound of the sigh. He spun around, looking at Meg. He started to open his mouth to speak, but thought better of it and started to back away toward the tree line. His feet froze right there, unable to go forward or backward. He didn't know if he should say good-bye, try to stay and see what's wrong with Meg, or leave in silence so she'll never know he was gone. Not wanting to see his friend in pain, he forced his feet forward. "Hey, Meg. What's wrong?" |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 28, 2009 19:12:58 GMT -5
The femme whirled around, gasping audibly in shock as Styx's words broke through her hardened barriers of thought. She stayed locked in a crouching position for a moment or two, suspended in surprise. She grinning slowly and straightened herself once more, chuckling. "You scared me there, Styx! I didn't even know you were around! Of course, I probably should've known to check by now..." she frowned deeply at this. This just reinforces my entire point: I'm falling behind on stuff, losing track. I really, really do need to talk to Yago soon.... "Oh, and I dunno....just thinking about my mentor...or lack of one. No big deal, really, I'll just talk to Yago when I get back to camp -- she'll know what to do." She smiled reassuringly at Flisk, though it failed to touch the corners of her eyes. Meg worried incessantly, it was just her nature. "So how about you, what are you up to out here? I feel like we haven't seen each other in while..." she winced again, and her chest suddenyl felt heavy. I'm so frazzled lately!
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 1, 2009 15:27:28 GMT -5
((eh, read over your post real quick...))
"Erm, yea, I'm having a lack of a mentor, too. Don't know what happened to her..." Styx blinked a few times, suddenly confused. "Heck, I forgot who my mentor was anyways." He sighed and shrugged. "I don't know, maybe it's best not to have one. I mean...who needs to be in a pack anyway," he whispered mostly to himself. "Anyways, I'm just...thinking about...stuffs." He tried to smile, but he was sure Meg could tell it was fake.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 3, 2009 19:38:39 GMT -5
(  all i see is a typo...) |
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 4, 2009 18:05:44 GMT -5
((I gotz to do everything
... smiled reassuringly at Flisk, though it failed to touch the corners of her eyes. Meg worried incessantly, it was just her ....
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 26, 2009 6:21:10 GMT -5
(( -_- it's called having a typo. coulda been a little nicer about it. ))
Meg arched a brow curiously at her friend. "Who needs a pack?" she repeated incredulously. "I couldn't imagine living as a loner, that's for sure -- I mean, what's the point, anyway? You just wander around, bored stiff and lonely, until you meet some other loner who might attack you anyways. It seems so....bland. In a pack, you can have adventures -- we should know that better than any two," she smiled hesitantly at the last part. It hadn't been too long ago when she and Styx had both had terribly close calls at the Sparkling Stream.
"I dunno....I feel like I'm missing out on something without a mentor....we could both go and talk to her about it together, maybe? I'm sure your mentor feels bad...maybe you should give them another shot? ...Whoever they are," her smile was more genuine and reassuring this time. She remained delightfully innoccent and oblivious to Styx's planned departure.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 26, 2009 16:29:14 GMT -5
((i didn't mean to be... mean. its just it's hard to put tone in something your typing since you're not using your, er, mouth  ))
"Yea, sure," Styx mumbled. "If my mentor really felt bad, they would've noticed something was up a long time ago. And besides, I really don't want to embarass the alphess anymore right now. Did you see how she was acting at the meeting." He shook hs head slowly. "I'd rather be eaten by a bear than become leader. I mean, we could probably train ourselves, right? It'd be fun!"
Styx looked out into the forest, then back at Meg. "Yea! You said in a pack we could have adventures. Won't training ourselves count as one?"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 27, 2009 6:02:19 GMT -5
(( okay, it's all good! *hippie peace love happeh* ;D ))
Shoulders shrugged and a small wince found its way onto Meg's face. She blinked back doubtfully at her friend, taking it his words slowly, reflecting deeply. "True, but....I mean, we don't even know what we have to teach....so how can we learn it? It might be fun to try though....its better than just sitting around, I suppose." She smiled then, standing and giving her pelt a rough shake. Spring was here for sure -- the snow was starting to melt and leave the valley mud-caked. Unfortunately, that also means my pelt will get a mudcaking, ugh! "I still think we should talk to Yago....but maybe later. And there's a ton going on right now with the whole Yozoran vs. Destinian/Siverian thingy. I'm sure they're just distracted. Our time'll come soon enough.....now what's our first lesson gonna be about?" Her eyes twinkled, claws kneading the ground in anticipation. Haven't gotten out in a while....I really shouldn't coop myself up so much. It'll do weird things to me -- make me like a freakish, stir crazy old bat like some of the seniors....
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 27, 2009 16:46:07 GMT -5
"We could try hunting," Styx mused. "And at least try to catch something," he mumbled when he remembered all the failed times he tried to catch fish. "Or maybe we can practice how to fight. Or we could just patrol around the border." Styx also shrugged, just thinking up things at the top of his head. Truthfully, he really didn't want to do anything. Yes, spring was coming, but why couldn't it all happen at once. It was still pretty cold and he liked to sleep when he was cold. Like...like a hibernating bear. Except he does get up everyday to hunt.
"I just thought of something," Styx said as his brain's thoughts wandered elsewhere. "Why do some of the packs hate the Yozos? Is it because they didn't arrive at the last moonless meeting? I mean, some of the alphas looked a little anxious to see them." Maybe too anxios...! |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 28, 2009 17:11:08 GMT -5
an excited giggle escaped from Meg, and she did a little spin, snapping once delightedly at her tail before straightening and perking her ears at Styx's suggestions. Hunting....I can already do that, but maybe it would be good to practice.....but battle practice and border patrols sound waaay more fun! She opened her maw to speak, but closed it again as Styx mused about the Yozorans.
"Hmm....that's a good question. I really don't know -- all I get are bits and pieces of this or that. Nothing that connects or even makes sense. I do know that it has more to do with the other packs than us....or at least that's what I've picked up on. Hey...." Meg's eyes suddenly glittered with energy, a wide, pearly smile across her maw. "What do you say we go check out the Yozoran border? Maybe, if we see a Yozoran, we can ask them!" Brilliant!
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 29, 2009 6:50:30 GMT -5
"Um, s-sure," said Styx quietly. If all the packs hated the Yozorans, he would rather stay away then? What if they do ask and a Yozo attacks out of anger for asking the question? Or even worse, what if they get kidnapped and are prisoners of the Yozos? Is that why everyone hates them? Styx soon found himself shaking with fear. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself before speaking again. "If the packs hate the Yozorans, won't is be a bad idea to go see them?" |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 30, 2009 19:34:07 GMT -5
Meg studied Styx with curiosity reflected in her green gaze. What had gotten into him? He was jittery, anxious, scared, even. Styx hadn't been much scared around Meg before, save for the time they'd been caught between two instruments of death: a raging, wind-struck stream and the mother mouth twister that had stirred it into such chaos. And that was totally reasonable -- we nearly got our heads spun off. Why's he all chicken for an adventure? I mean, this is what we do, right? It's just another one of our escapades. You think he would be so used to this by now or somethin....
"The Sheerans don't hate them. And we've a history of being more open-minded -- listening to all sides of the story before really acting or anything. That's why we haven't made our voice heard yet -- we don't act without knowledge. And think about how happy Yago would be if we were the ones to break the news, and then the Sheerans could react accordingly at last! All the warriors are so busy 'n stuff....so it would make more sense for some of the neophytes to do it, anyway. And they can't be total savages -- they're still pack wolves, remember. Not like Blood Mist in all of the old stories, or like nasty rogues." She sighed, and padded a few pawsteps closer to her friends. She offered a gentle smile, and butted his shoulder lightly with her cream-colored head. "C'mon, it can't be so bad -- and it'll be cool to see other packwolves again, like at the Moonless Meetings!"
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 31, 2009 16:34:06 GMT -5
"If you say so..." He shrugged and started to slowl back away into the forest. "Well, let's go. If we want to catch some of them patrolling the border we better hurry." Aw man, I hope we miss them. Meg says they're not aggressive, but maybe they are. Maybe it doesn't matter what pack we're in. Or worse, maybe they're just so ticked off at everyone hating them they've already put the Sheerans on their hit list. Styx whined to himself and looked down at his paws.
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all i see is a typo...)
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