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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Mar 5, 2009 18:41:31 GMT -5
( AWWWWW! So sorry! My mistake. didn't mean to go so far with it.)
Moonset ventured her way into the slightly empty nursery, where a noticable wolf lay nursing her pups. It was too much for Moonset to bare, all memories of betrayal coming back, but she forced herslef to sit at the entry and watch. She couldn't tell exactly what was going on, afraid that if she looked closer her mind would race, and cause her to break down like she did in front of Luma. What could Moonset do? What would she do? Right now, she simply wanted to run and scream, taking down every wolf in her way. Just ot run back, find her pups, scream and howl in greif, then lick them ravenously, crying with her tears running everywhere. She imagined her Pack, welcoiming her back home as a freind, who was lost and came back from the dead.
But Moonset knew it was only a dream. The Pack probably hated her, how she ran away, leaving them to fend for themselves. They probably found a new leader. And her pups, who would just turn their backs on her and raise their noses in the air, sobbing under thier mother's ignorance. Moonset knew she was only scared.
But how did she know if this would happen? What if it didn't? But still, what if it did?
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 16, 2009 12:18:26 GMT -5
A heavy sigh issued from the young mother and her resting pups. She was quite young indeed -- a newly named warrior by perhaps ten moons at the most. She was lush and white, new to her prime, new to so many things in life. But her ice blue eyes barely flickered with life or mischeif or adrenaline. They breifly warmed whenever she gazed protectively, worryingly at her children, but otherwise, she stared into space, eyes blank with the screens of memory covering their expanses.
She was a wolf of lush arctic pelt, colored bright white and snowy. She was aptly named, with eyes of cool wintry blue to match her glacial stature. Her persona cloyed directly with this, though one would not guess it was so, what with the way she was carrying on lately. Winter had been insightful, clever, and compassionate before she'd fled the Sheerans....
...and she'd returned in a shell of her former self.
Winter bent her muzzle to nudge Ashlyn and Everett closer to her side, ears flicking and eyes boring into the entrance, where Moonset lingered. "I know you're out there -- I can smell you. If you mean me or my pups harm, I can assure you it will be the last thought that runs through your vermin-infested brain!" She hesitated, knowing fair well it was a Sheeran scent. She sighed heavily, and her voice realxed, though her senses did not, "You're welcome if your intentions are otherwise."
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Apr 16, 2009 16:10:35 GMT -5
Moonset narrowed her eyes to the white wolf who lay in the nursery. Really, how could this wolf help her? She was overly protective, until the second sentence reached Moonset's ears. She stood there for a while, lingering on the scent of puppies. They were obviously young, and she could see them now, gentle beams of light spread across the mouth of the cave. It smelled of fresh milk, wolf, and of course the young scraps which were laying close to their mother's side. Moonset walked in slowly, afraid to frighten the pups, or the mother. She was a snowy white, and her eyes glistened with blue. Her anger was welling inside, anger at Kane and at herself, afraid to look at the pups at all. It was like her tear ducts were connected to the nerve in her head that caused her bitterness and harsh memories. Water was swelling now, but it only clouded Moonset's eyes like looking thorough a river before they were streaming down her cheeks. Wiping the tears away with her forepaws, she gazed to the puppies forcefully. Of course, their mother was obviously protecting them, ready to pounce on Moonset if she tried to harm them. But she did relax when she smelled Moonset's Sheeran scent, but the warmth of guarding in her eyes never disappeared. Moonset felt unable to speak, frightened that maybe the wolf would send her out by annoyance. Finally, when there was nothing left to look at---after taking in all sights and sounds---Moonset spoke what she only felt.
"It is amazing that two pups can bring back so many memories."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 18, 2009 20:07:48 GMT -5
The she-wolf padded gradually forth, each step seeming to bring her only closer and closer to a paramount of pain, but Winter's wary caution never faltered. She maintained a gaze of ungaurded watchfulness, her tail sweeping immediately over her pups almost subconsciously. A combination of instinct and paranoia made her react so, though her glare softened the slightest degree as Moonset fully enetered the nursery. The she-wolf spoke, and Winter listened, but nothing she heard gave her much reason to lower her gaurd. I've been around Sheerans all my life, but I know I can't trust them all now. I know I can't trust them at all. Pups bring memories yes....not yours! You can shove away your damn memories, stay the hellfire away from my pups....
Despite the bitter wave of dislike and distaste for Moonset, she refrained from giving life to her hateful thoughts. She gazed at her steadily. "I suppose they do. But their new, fledgeling lives blot out the past ones eventually. It breaks through now and then, but pups are more than just heirlooms," she murmured tartly.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on May 18, 2009 20:27:21 GMT -5
'Ah-uh" Moonset choked on her tears with surprise. Had Luna really meant to go see this wolf? The second Moonset had stepped in she was tart and scornful! There must've been some mistake. Half of Moonset wanted to leave the room now, but the other half said to stay. The mother was only being protected. And, Winter had no clue what Moonset had been through in her past years. Loosing everything, giving up everything, leadership, a mate, pups, all because she was a coward. Moonset didn't step any further, but she wasn't going to give in to the grumpy mother. "What are their names?" She asked, totally ignoring the harshness Winter had thrown at her. "Mine were named StarRise, Dargo, and Haron."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 19, 2009 14:25:12 GMT -5
"Mine were named StarRise, Dargo, and Haron."
Her...? A mother....?
Winter's eyes softened immediately, her stance no lonber that of an opposing warrior. She calmed, though her sharp mannerisms did not dissolve completely. It was clear now that this was part of Winter's present state of being, the hostility even towards packmates. She was silent for a few moments, contemplating the names in her head, then, blinking cordially back towards Moonset, she licked her daughter's ears gently. "This is Ashlyn, and her brother..." she nuzzled his small head, "is Everett." She tucked them close to her, then resettled herself in her bed of warm rabbit and deer fur, swishing her tail as a gesture for Moonset to sit in the empty nest next to hers. "You're Moonset, I believe? A newer wolf, though more recent faces have joined our ranks in the recent moons. I am Winter. Winnie to friends."
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on May 19, 2009 20:12:44 GMT -5
Moonset relaxed as Winter relaxed. She listened intently as she named her two pups, then settled in the nest where Winter had gestured with her tail. "Yes, I am MoonsetWolf," She replied. "Um, Moonset, really." She didn't feel like explaining her whole life's story. "You know, Winter, I kind of envy you. I feel pretty stupid when I look at your pups. I just wonder why I ever left..." She was worried she had said to much. "You are such a good mother, isn't every? I didn't make the right decision." Moonset sighed. "Luna sent me, if you are wondering." As Moonset made herself comfortable, she spoke more rapidly. "Winter, if you were being demanded to leave if you wanted your family to live, would you leave them just to save their lives?" What a dumb question, she thought. And patiently she awaited for Winter's response.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 21, 2009 17:39:20 GMT -5
Winter's gaze grew wary again, but in a different sort of way -- she was puzzled and a bit taken aback by the wolf's long slur of speech. It was somehow refreshing, though. Moonset was being honest, even if she did speak in pieces and particles that couldn't be strung together all at once. It's not really my business what her story is. Everyone has one, anyway.
When she finally came to a close, looking intensely bothered, she formed a terrible and acheing question. Silence made its short intermission, then Winter spoke in a cool, even tone.
"Luma, you mean? She's a kind wolf, it's a shame she doesn't have a mate -- probably the only she-wolf who still completely has her head on her shoulders even after being put through rotten things so young. Envy me? With all due respect, I'd call that ignorance. You don't know me. You can look at me and call me a perfect mother, you can look at Luma and call her a pretty fae without worries, you can look at things and envy them....but you don't actually know what it is you envy unless you ask," she barked roughly, sharp and cutting with her bluntness. "My mate and I already were in that position. He's gone now. I don't know if he's alive, dead, or coming back, or whatever. You want to know why we haven't talked before? I left the Sheerans when I found out I was pregant to hide from---" a pained look came into her eyes, a shudder down her spine. "Moonset, if there's one thing you can take from this conversation, know this: don't dwell on things that no longer are. Think about what is and what needs to be." She finished with a crack in her voice, whisking her gaze away from Moonset and back to her pups, tail twitchin with agitation.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on May 24, 2009 14:31:00 GMT -5
"Don't dwell on things that no longer are." Moonset lingered on those words, breathing them in slowly. It was true. Her whole life here she had been living on the past. But somewhere still inside, she wanted to go back, run to her mate, and lick her pups ravenously. She wanted to be leader again, a strong one whom was a legend to her old Pack. She sighed quikly and sharply so that it would not be heard, but she though about what Winter had said. As she listened, she realized that Winter might have actually had pretty much the same past as her. A little different though. Katana never left her, she left him, and she did it by running away from some one, at least Winter made it seem like she had. But Moonset still felt envy. Winter was here, happy in her own home, caring for her children. Moonset was here, engrossed in an unforgetable past, no family or leadership, no real home or Pack, and fearing a killer who was after Moonset and her pups. Winter would have no interest in hearing of all the hardships Moonset had been through, all the battles, ones with blood and ones without. But something small was struggling to find it's way out of Moonset. That last peice of love, which had not been given to Katana yet, was trying to find it's way through the locked door of Moonset's heart. That small thing was making Moonset wonder. It made her wonder, in fact, if she had a chance to find a new mate, a new family, and a new love. She wanted one more than anything else. So she looked at Winter, no longer offended by her harsh tones, and spoke warily. "Winter, I was young and foolish, but I only want to get a second chance. I want to start over...
Winter, I want to find a friend, a friend willing to be more than a friend. Not now, of course I will wait, but I know I need to find some one to give my love to. I need to let go of him, who I so foolishly left, and start over again."
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