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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Aug 5, 2009 14:45:16 GMT -5
'Aye!" The fresh italian accent rung through the air as Bertoli lifted his head from sleep. He's accidentally hit his head on a rock, and it hurt. 'Who poot dat dare? I don't wanna rock een me bed." He let out a frustrated grunt, then offered a fresh cheesy smile.... to no one. He was by himself, smiling. But that wasn't the crazy part. "Aye, rock. Stay outta me way." Was he talking to a rock? Wow.
Then he stood up, streched, and trotted out of his den. Everytime he saw a wolf he offered a cheesy grin and a wink. So far he hadn't really made any friends, most likely because he was bizzare, but he knew most of the wolves. "Ayllo." He greeted wolves as they walked by. Ayllo meant hello to him, and so far he'd noticed how no one really understood him. Everyday he pracitced his english, but he often failed miserably with a deep Italian accent. Bertoli sat down, looked around the camp, lay down, looked around the camp, then sat up again. Naturally Bertoli was a shifty wolf, and he offered another cheesy grin to no one. At the same time, he was smiling to everyone.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Aug 11, 2009 17:04:31 GMT -5
Raffa eyed Bertoli suspiciously. He had overheard him talking to a rock of all things, then saw him giving stupid grins at every wolf he saw. Raffa chuckled to himself, his evil laugh masked with the fake happy kind. Shaking his head, the evil older neophyte stalked over, thinking he might as well mentally torture the stupid Italian. Coughing, Raffa raised an eyebrow at Bertoli and shook his head, pitying the wolf with no friends. Of course he himself had nobody...nobody except his evil dictator...but that was nothing! Putting on a fake smile, Raffa snuffled to get Bertoli's attention.
"Yo."
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Aug 11, 2009 17:22:26 GMT -5
As a voice came, something sounding like "You" or something to him. Bertolli turned his head. The wolf was smiling, and he offered a grin back, not that it mattered if the other wolf was smiling or not. "Ayllo!" He said cheerfully. He looked like a character from cartoon network.
For a second he wondered what the wolf had meant when he said "You." It was a funny accent. Had he even been talking to him? Either way, he was going to talk to this wolf. "So what ees yo-er name?"
Another part of him wanted pizza.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Aug 11, 2009 18:37:49 GMT -5
Raffa squinted, wondering silently to himself why this wolf was acting so crazy. Shaking his head, the black wolf licked his lips and let amusement glint into his eyes when the wolf asked his name with the phrase he had just stated. His eyes rolled and Raffa found himself laughing again, masked though, so his evil would not show through. The neophyte was a total rebel, almost as old as Bertoli. He had never become a warrior because of his selfish acts. He had almost gotten a pup killed and decided to leave the pack. When he had left, he found a group of wolves he delighted in joining and immidiately returned with a new mission. The rebel shook his head.
"No...I mean...Yo. Yo means whats up. Or hello. And my name is Raffa."
Raffa was actually in a nice mood. Smiling, the neophyte cleared his throat and held back a gurgle of Mwahaha's.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Aug 12, 2009 10:45:43 GMT -5
(haha I love Raffa XD)
This wolf seemed nice enough! He smiled, laughed for reasons oblivious to Bertolli, and even greeted himself politel. The wolf looked old enough to be his age. Unfortunately, Bertolli was completely oblivious to notice anything unusual about this wolf.
Bertoli, still grinning, hardly understood. What language did these wolves speak? Now 'you' meant 'hello'? So what meant 'you'? Hello? Crazy.
"Um, den eet's nice to meetch...hayllo. Um,..... you there,....Raffa?" He hardly understood this new language he was speaking. Couldn't you mean you and hello mean hello, instead of the other way around?It was so confusing. "Er, um, how are... hayllo?" This conversation was going to be really awkward.
(XDXD lol)
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Aug 12, 2009 12:51:49 GMT -5
(I love Bertoli xD)
Raffa eyed Bertoli as if he was crazy. A confused expression carved into his features, dangerously close to a scowl. Swallowing, Raffa combed back some black fur on his right leg with his left paw and shook his head, trying to make sense of what Bertoli had said. Nice to meet...hello. Oh! Raffa laughed and wondered to himself why Bertoli even tried. How the heck does he think he is going to survive in this pack if he can't even figure out how or what to say? Ugh what a stupid wolf. I mind as well walk away, but if I do, he'll probably follow me like a lost pup. Ugh...I suppose I'll continue the conversation. Clearing his throat, the amused wolf began to speak, teaching Bertoli.
"Nononononono. Yo...is not YOU. Yo is a whole different word then YOU. And Hello still means Hello. Get it?"
With a snort, Raffa wondered if Bertoli even knew of his shifty personality or how he would betray the pack in a heartbeat. Nobody really knew that, but most talked behind his back and said it. Fireflight didn't really like him either, but that was because of the whole pup almost died incident. Licking his lips tenderly, Raffa furrowed his brow and waited for any kind of answer from the mutt.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Aug 12, 2009 15:22:05 GMT -5
(me too! XD)
The grin faded as Raffa explained. It took a few seconds, then...
"OOooooooooooohhhhhhhh...!" His eyes grew wide, his grin grew large, and a slight chuckle escaped. If only Rigatoni had been there to set him straight, rather than embarrassing himself. He looked at Raffa with one last chuckle, then said, "Sorry! I usooally hawve Rigatoni heer." He wasn't used to talking to people without his brother there, simply because he'd say something stupid and get mauled by an angry wolf, or he'd crack an inside joke that no one but him understood. Usually, he'd start laughing out of nowhere from something he remembered last week.
"Aye, thees ees jus' like dee time Rigatoni told me to cawtch dat feesh." It wasn't long when he started to burst with laughter, oblivous that no one would understand what he was talking about. It happened all the time, and he couldn't help it, and in fact, he didn't care. He didn't know that no one got it, and if he did, he still wouldn't care. It was just the way Bertolli was.
He looked into Raffa's eye's when the joke was over, smiling and amusement in his eyes, unaware that Raffa was most likely staring at him like an idiot.
(Bertolli is great.)
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Aug 14, 2009 17:59:16 GMT -5
Raffa had enough. Shaking his head, he squinted at the Italian wolf and coughed a few times, trying to get him to stop his crazy laughing. Eyes wild with confusion, the crazy, evil dog growled, finally watching as Bertoli stopped. He swallowed, sweating with uneasiness. Something about this wolf made him cock his head and go: WHATT??. Raffa did NOT like that feeling. It was uncomfortable, as if he couldn't read him as he could other wolves. Bertoli showed everything, so he wasn't anything special. Raffa wondered what he would be like when fighting. He imagined him fighting. You! Nice to meet haylo! Now I weel halp you! Noh...eat youu. Waiiit...I weel fiaght youu. He growled at Bertoli.
"Don't you have anybody to help you learn our language?"
Ugh...what an idiot. Look who was talking.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Aug 20, 2009 19:42:34 GMT -5
"Erm, no. Usually Rigatoni deed most of dee tawlking." He answered. The wolf seemed frustrated, but Bertoli didn't get this idea from the low rumble coming from his throat. He just saw something in the wolf that made him seem frustrated. In fact, he was totally oblivious to the growl, as he was and had been to everything else. It was in his blood to be stupid. ;D
Whether it was a good or a bad thing, his smile didn't shrink a centimeter. It still held it's normal shape: a cheesey and wide grin. For a second, he completely forgot what was going on as he waited for an answer...
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 24, 2009 22:54:13 GMT -5
(I was just gonna make a new thread, but this one's fun, so I'll hop in  ) This is so pathetic. My little sister put me in the doghouse!Hunched down with his head heanging lazily across his paws, Etheris felt the hostility rising in his throat once more. Tatiana hadn't spoken to him since the night of the playfight gone wrong, but all the same, his sister had an uncanny way of giving the 'not welcome' vibes from miles away. He grumbled again, softly to himself, gazing boredly at the comical Bertoli and rumored bad-boy Raffa. His interest sparked a bit when he saw Raffa, and he straightened, wondering whether he should join them. I'll just watch and see what happenes...Raffa can't really be as bad as they say....just misunderstood... He thought darkly of his sister and the night before. ...like me. His eyes caught a movement a the front of the camp, and his lips curled in a wince of disapproval. And then there's THAT one. Huh. I wonder if it's just a hard to get thing she does? He stood, sauntering casually over to the calico she-wolf that padded into camp. Phobia carried a pheasant in her jaws, one of the first catches she had made for the pack. She was a slow learner, ridiculed by most others. And yet they fail to notice I was never assigned a mentor. Her mind ran across dark words for her packmates, but she shied away from all of them. They were kinder to her than her own, sick, twisted excuse of a family had been. They offered her safe shelter, at least. "Hey there!" Her head snapped up with an eerie twist, her eyes locking emotionlessly on the wolf calling her: Etheris. Her nose wrinkled slightly, a mingle of surprise and distaste. Since when does he get off his high horse and talk to me? More black words swam through her thoughts. He stalked over to her, a silly-sly smirk on his face. Distracted by a familiar scent -- Raffa, she knew -- she peered over his shoulders, but he fluffed himself up, chest out and pompous. "Mind taking a stroll with me, Princess--"WHAP. Etheris was sent reeling, a hot flaming sting flashing across his cheek. A small, reddened incision ran there, now, and Phobia stared happily back at him. He gasped, breathing heavily in shock. So she IS hard to get. All the more fun!"No thanks, I'd rather walk with that dead pheasant," she barked, her tone light, and cheery, a crooked smile on her maw. She turned to walk away, but he stumbled after her, smiling in spite of the searing across his cheek. "I'm not that hideous, you know, it's just a walk," he barked. |
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Aug 27, 2009 19:51:06 GMT -5
(cuute =))
Bertolli was distracted from his conversation when two young wolves started to fight... Well, it didn't look anything like fighting to him, simply because there was no wrong in his world. It looked more like a game/joke, and he never happened to notice the red on Etheris' cheek. He barked a greeting to them, ignoring Raffa and walking away to meet the wolves. "AYLLO!" He shouted with a cheesey grin.
(You might want to read in my leaving thread before replying...)
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 5, 2009 15:41:07 GMT -5
The cheery greeting boomed in their ears, resulting in a mild flick of Phobia's ears and a wrinkle-nosed grimace from Etheris. Phobia stared evenly as the strange, effervescent wolf approached. Is it natural for a single wolf to have such a...er...happy aura? It's positively choking. Is anyone else being strangled by mr. yellow golden sun here? Anyone? Anyone at all? Well, it's either that or choke on Etheris' ego... Phobia looked to Raffa, expression perplexed and questioning. Who the heck is this guy? "Er...'Aylo'? Is that your name or something?" She spoke with an amused voice, both curious and exasperated.
Etheris sized up the newcomer, teeth gritting with distaste. He's cramping my style! SO not cool dude, SO not cool...now I have to deal with him AND Raffa...well, the bigger the risk, the bigger the win. If I can get them both out of the picture, then maybe Phobia won't be so prickly. He adjusted his jaw idly, and raised a brow at Bertoli. Turning to Phobia, he lathered on his most prized crooked, ruggedly handsome and charming grin. "That would be Italiano, Mademoiselle," he drawled.
Phobia snorted a low grunt. "So what, we're all French Italians," she bit back, voice thick with sarcasm.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Sept 12, 2009 18:04:10 GMT -5
His face grew to a wider smile, nearly impossible, as one recognized his culture and language. "Mamma Mia!" He muttered happily. His creamy eyes glittered with satisfaction. He hardly noticed this sharp words thrown between the two wolves, and he longed to start a conversation. A chuckle escaped. "Aye, I awm Bertolli!" HIs thick accent rang out. "What ees your name?" For a second, any wolf would think this wolf was insane. You could almost see his eye twitch.
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