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Post by Kismet//Accalia on May 30, 2009 18:26:00 GMT -5
He had finally made his decision, although, it had been final months ago. He remembered the day the Sheeran wolf invited him into their pack. He enjoyed himself for a little awhile despite being bit by a beaver. He was also happy that he finally found a someone that actually listened and paid attention to him. Now the packs were all corrupt and Styx felt like he couldn't handle being in one anymore. He decided to come to the mountains, knowing no one would ever look for him over here.
"I never belonged in a pack," he growled to himself. He had gone through too much pain being in a pack before, anyways. He felt his eyes watering up as he looked back in the forest, and then at the mountains. He hoped no one would search for him, although, most wolves probably wouldn't even know he was missing. His parents never even noticed when he went was gone for long periods of time everyday. He knew there would always be one wolf who would miss him, but he didn't want to think the name for fear that he may turn back.
Styx took a deep breath and placed one paw on the mountain. That one step, he suddenly felt free. He wasn't a Sheeran anymore, he was a lone wolf once again. He breathed in the cold scent coming from the mountains even though it was late spring. He took another step, a wide grin appearing on his face. |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 30, 2009 19:31:48 GMT -5
Squirming from the force of his blow, the small and lithe female heaved herself to her paws, a few scratches stinging the side of her face. She was frowning deeply, but rather than fear or anger, it was frustration that glistened in her eyes. I always say and do the wrong things… why can’t I ever get it right for Slade?
Sighing amidst her self-loathing, Kara planted a sweet smile on her face, and crawled toward the large brute in front of her. Wagging her tail, she tucked her tail submissively, and licked his muzzle. “C’mon, Muffin… I’m sorry. I didn’t mess up on purpose, honest!”
Slade shrugged away from her, the burnt half of his visage contracting as he scowled. “Whatever… thanks to you, we’re lost. If you want to redeem yourself, make yourself useful and go somewhere else! I need to think!”
“B-but Muffin—!”
“Go keep watch, or something!” he snapped, waving a paw dismissively. “Bother someone else, talk to a rock—I don’t care! Just leave!”
Pouting, Kara reluctantly obeyed, padding away to leave the male in peace. She hadn’t gotten far before she caught another scent on the wind—one that was far from familiar. Huh? About to alert Slade, she remembered that he wanted his privacy, and stopped herself. …well, I’ll just go investigate it myself she decided, smiling a little.
Creeping through the shrubbery, she continued to put more and more distance between herself and Slade until, at last, she saw the silhouette of another wolf in the distance. He was on the edge of the mountain, and Kara lifted her head to get a better look.
Who is that? A packwolf?
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on May 30, 2009 19:43:40 GMT -5
Styx had started going a little higher up until he decided to look around just once more to be absolutely sure he wasn't being followed. His eyes came across a small wolf hiding among the forest. Are they looking at me? Surely it's not a Sheeran wolf already coming after me. He felt his heart speed up and he turned and slowly walked down from the mountain, his ears pricked and his eyes staring curiously at the wolf. If it's a Sheeran, I'll just quickly turn and run back up the mountain, I doubt they'll follow me. His head cocked to one side as he started walking away from the mountain, his fur rising with each step. |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 30, 2009 20:02:59 GMT -5
Kara shifted her paws uncomfortably as the shape began heading towards her. The closer he came, the fresher the scent—and, judging by his odor, she judged that the wolf was probably from a pack. Oh, great… Slade hates packwolves. But he’s not here—I can’t possibly take this guy on my own, can I?
Knowing that she had been discovered, the fae slipped from the undergrowth and bounded toward Styx, narrowing her eyes as she did so. It wasn’t all that intimidating—she was small and was hardly in condition to fight—but she was determined. “Hey, what are you doing out here?” she growled, trying to sound as deep and threatening as she could muster. “You smell like a packwolf!”
Her attitude was quite contrary to her passive nature, but she was acting on the benefit of Slade. He’ll forgive me if I chase off a dirty packwolf!
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on May 30, 2009 20:11:54 GMT -5
Styx snarled when the wolf came closer. "Who ever said pack wolves couldn't move freely throughout the loner lands? Not like you guys can actually keep order around here." He chuffed at the wolf, annoyed that he was wasting his time like this. "Besides, I'm not a pack wolf anymore. By next moon I'll have the scent of pack wolf gone from me forever." He glanced back at the mountain and whined, ready to head back to his destination. "If you don't have anymore idiotic things to say, I'll be leaving now." He surprised himself by his anger and impatience. He had never been this way to anyone. At least he was finally starting to feel a little better about himself. |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 31, 2009 16:26:05 GMT -5
At the realization that she was not facing a packwolf, Kara immediately shifted into her normal, gentle mood. Ceasing her snarls and the flashing of fangs, the small fae smiled apologetically. “You aren’t a packwolf? Oops, sorry… You just smelled like one, so I assumed…” She glanced over her shoulder, ears flattened, and raked her gaze across the landscape behind her. Slade doesn’t like other wolves around, but talking to this one… it’s harmless, isn’t it? Besides, he wanted me to talk to someone else!
She returned her gaze to Styx, tilting her head questionably. “So, you left a pack? Why? Were they cruel to you? Were they boring? What’s a pack like?” Kara went to business of firing away questions, the personal space of the other wolf not concerning her in the least—Slade didn’t allow her to socialize much, and she was seizing her chance to interact with another wolf.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on May 31, 2009 19:01:53 GMT -5
Styx sighed and sat down, guessing he'd be here for quite awhile. He was slightly annoyed by the sudden questions, but at least they'd be easy to answer. "First off, yes, I left a pack. I had to because I felt I just didn't...belong. They weren't mean or anything, just, kind of, ignorant I guess. I wasn't paid attention to much." Just like with my parents... "I mean, living in a pack isn't boring, but when everyone ignores you because they have better things to do, it gets boring real quick." He thought about the last question very carefully. It was more like an opinion question, he could say it's terrible or terrific and the wolf may still believe him. "A pack is however it feels like to you," he said simply, hoping that was a wise enough answer.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jun 1, 2009 19:24:21 GMT -5
Kara listened intently, her annoyingly perky attitude beginning to bleed through. It wasn’t often that she was allowed to speak with other wolves, let alone a runaway from a pack. “You were ignored? That’s a little sad,” she noted, tilting her head again. “You seem interesting enough to me. But it’s also sort of strange, in a way—you were ignored, so you came out here to be alone? Well, I suppose you’ll find your way with that… I mean, I’m a loner now, and I’m not alone, so…” She continued to ramble for a few minutes, during which time she processed Styx’s answer to her other question.
“…‘however it feels like to you’? Well, I’m not in a pack, so I don’t know how to feel about it… okay, I was born in a pack, but I don’t remember it. How can you have feelings for things that you don’t remember, right?” She paused, and it finally dawned on her that she was talking far too much and far too fast to be considered normal. “Uhh… are you hungry? I saw lots of rabbits over there. I could catch one, if you’d like…?”
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jun 3, 2009 15:20:12 GMT -5
"I-I guess I am hungry," Styx said with curiosity in his voice. "And I doubt I'll find some food when I first get on the mountain, so I might as well eat now." He cocked his head to one side and a smile slowly found its way onto his mouth. "If you were born in a pack, too, why are you here now? Someone as talkative as you couldn't've been easily ignored." |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jun 4, 2009 20:20:27 GMT -5
Her tail twitched in the beginnings of a wag. “Alright then! Follow me—food’s this way!” She stood, padding casually in the direction of the rabbits, maintaining a slow pace to allow Styx to catch up. Kara shed a semi-smile when he described her as ‘talkative’, and she glanced back at him as she replied. “Well, I wasn’t in any of the packs down in the forest… I was in a pack far away from here, far beyond the mountains. But my family and I had to leave, and in the process of fleeing our territory, I was sort of… left behind, accidentally. I was a pup, didn’t know any better.” Despite the depressing nature of her words, she continued on with a cheery tone. “But someone saved me. Raised me, to this day. Would have joined a pack, but he doesn’t want me to leave. Doesn’t like packwolves, that guy.”
Kara then returned her attention to the clearing ahead of her, knowing that they would have to be silent when they got near the rabbits.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jun 5, 2009 15:20:17 GMT -5
Styx opened his mouth to speak, but quickly clamped it down when he heard the light sounds of rabbits crunching on leaves. He immediately lowered in a crouch and tried to remember the few things his old mentor taught him. His eyes scanned the area for a little movement and found a large brown rabbit looking around before hopping off to eat at some grass. Styx glanced at Kara, wondering if she saw it too. |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jun 6, 2009 23:53:44 GMT -5
Mimicking Styx by dropping into a hunter’s crouch, she followed his gaze. Kara narrowed her eyes when she caught sight of the rabbit sitting just beyond their grasp, its whiskers trembling and its fur twisting in the breeze. Now completely silent, she shot off after it, the hare scrambling to its paws, but not succeeding in its retreat. Kara crashed to the ground, the prey in her mouth, and the delicious taste of hare filling her senses.
Her eyes scanned about wildly, noting that her disturbance had sent the other hares into a frenzied retreat, with all of the rabbits fleeing from Kara… and heading in Styx’s direction.
What luck! Maybe we’ll catch two!
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jun 7, 2009 18:22:33 GMT -5
Styx opened his mouth halfway, waiting to leap after one of the hare's coming close to him. One hopped right out of his reach, but another crashed headlong into his mouth. He quickly bit down and smiled. He hadn't caught his own prey in awhile and he was glad that he got at least little training from his mentor. Styx dropped his hare and looked at Kara. "Nice catch. It's a good thing I waited to make sure you were going after them first." |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jun 10, 2009 22:52:20 GMT -5
Kara giggled softly, delighted with the praise; she was accustomed to Slade’s insults, so it was refreshing to be appreciated. Springing from her crouch, she bounded up to Styx, her catch swaying from her jaws. “Thanks! Nice catch yourself!” Her voice muffled by fur and flesh, she dropped her prey at her paws, and grinned. “I guess we eat then? By the way, I just realized… I don’t know your name!” She laughed, wondering how she could have forgotten to ask his name. “My name’s Kara.”
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jun 11, 2009 14:36:13 GMT -5
"Well, my name's Styx," he said, his tail slowly wagging. He took one bite out of the hare, happy to finally be eating something after going a few days without food. He suddenly remembered the question he wanted to ask and took another bite to figure out how he would ask it. "So, er, who was the wolf that saved and raised you? Why doesn't he like pack wolves?" His quickly glanced around, making sure no one would suddenly hop out the trees and charge for him because he smelled like a pack wolf. |
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