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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 22, 2009 18:07:35 GMT -5
So he had done it. He really had; Styx was gone.
Meg had wondered if it was a hole she felt; wolves always talked about holes in the romanticized stories they told of epic love and tragedy. I looked, I see no holes. I feel no holes...only sore. Sore was the right word to describe it. Her insides ached with the air she breathed. Lonliness was a cold, hard stone down her throat.
She had no real mentor now, but she'd continued training as hard as the other wolves. She was gradually growing older, more mature, stronger. She was halfway through her neophyte years, and never felt more friendless.
Now, she found herself roaming, yet again, randomly through the Sheeran terras as she usually did when boredom struck. Crouching between the frond of herb and grass, she stalked imaginary foes. They'd SO be shaking in their pelts right now! With a growl, she leaped in a high arc through the air. "I'LL GET YOU BLOOD MIST!"
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Post by Sheera on Sept 22, 2009 22:19:37 GMT -5
Never thought my life would become the empty shell it was before I met my fair Nova... never thought I'd have to live without her...
It has been seasons, many more than he could ever keep track of--
"Eleven and a half," Ameral whispered voicelessly.
--since his dear Nova had disappeared and never returned. Where had she gone? As much as Ameral had searched for that answer, he never uncovered it and, as he has recently accepted, he never would. She was gone, dead or alive, and he had to accept that for the better.
Ah, fair Nova.. so lovely, so divine.. if only Ameral had gotten to share the rest of his life with her, the love of his life. With the love of his life gone, he had resorted back to his original ways: staying away from the pack, but keeping his new proeliater duties in check, averting contact from other wolves, but speaking if need-be. All together Ameral had out casted himself and he had no one to blame but himself, and he knew this. Ameral could never blame his oh-so-dear, Nova. Her disappearance could never have been her fault; no, there was no chance.
We were supposed to become proeliaters together.. he recalled, looking back to the images and memories of his all-too-lovely, Nova. He refused to accept the likely reality that she left all on her own; no, Nova loved Ameral, he could not accept different.
He was blind to his surroundings, not aware of the noises, the scents, or the scenary. If a wall of rogues had tried to block his path, he would've unknowingly walked right into them.
Ameral's thick, untidy coat seemed darker these days, as if reflecting the darkness he felt inside, the black seeming to completely overpower the whites and the grays that previously blended so seemlessly.
His bulky form has grown larger and heftier with age, though, as a young neophyte, his build was already that of a bulky proeliater.
Oh, Nova, if you could see me now. Look how hard I've been working. Look at my build and my healthy, yet still as untidy, coat. Nothing, I assure you, without your lovely form beside it, but still seemingly impressive. Oh, fair Nova---
As impossible as it was, Ameral was jolted out of his trance, out of his thoughts, and he was suddenly aware of everything around him. He wasn't sure what exactly had torn him from his thoughts; he strained his aqua-blue eyes in search of the source.
He was about to rush to camp, almost sure it must be Yago calling a meeting, but, just moments before he took off, he spotted a form in the distance.
As long as he had been a member in the Sheeran pack... this small-ish wolf in the distance was as much of a stranger to him as any loner would be. Despite his liking to being alone, Ameral trotted towards the she-wolf in the near-distance, very soon making him only yards away.
"...why... hello there..." his first sentence in weeks sounded rough to his ears.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 23, 2009 18:26:19 GMT -5
"Hello there!"
"Grr....AHH!!! OOF--"THUD.
Confronted with too concrete of a foe, her body careened and midair and fell in a downward spiral. Her body banged heavily to the ground where she lie winded and breathless. Her limbs scrambled frantically backwards on a fight or flight spur. Spinning spastically in a whirlwind of misplaced greens and blues, she tumbled over into the dirt once more, this time surrending with a heavy-heaved sigh. Crap!
"Who's....there? Don't think....I won't....attack....you!"
CRAP! I'm fresh kill....I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead....
"I swear! I'm a trained Sheeran wolf! I---" She took a deep whiff of the air, scenting for the stranger as her senses slowly returned to her.
....It's a Sheeran, smart one.
"Er....sorry, I didn't recognize you....you startled me...." she murmured, voice dejected and apologetic. Figures they have to see me when I'm acting like an idiot. She straightened herseld and shook her fur to get rid of the dust collecting on the cream of her pelt. She blinked around with wide, shocked green eyes, resting them on Ameral. Nervous laughter came from her maw, a lopsided smile on her face. Who is this wolf? I've never seen him before....but he must be a Sheeran...right?
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Post by Sheera on Sept 23, 2009 22:49:03 GMT -5
Ameral watched as the wolf struggled; confused. His facial expression seemed to go blank as he watched her do this and that in an apparent attempt to get into a somewhat sturdy, confrontation-worthy stance. He didn't make a huge effort to calm her as she freaked, but, mind you, it a was a pretty fast occurance.
"Who's....there? Don't think....I won't....attack....you!"
I have had hardly the time to 'think' you wouldn't attack me... he replied to her silently.
"I swear! I'm a trained Sheeran wolf!"
I'm quite aware... it's thick in the air...
"Er....sorry, I didn't recognize you....you startled me...."
Yes, I'm as close as you get to an outcast while still being considered as a part of the pack... mind you, I like it. he thought but did not say.
He studied her, now straightened, form with a still blank expression, his emotions and reaction simply staying in his head. His aqua eyes rested on her green eyes, but he seemed to be more-so looking through them instead of into them; he had most definitely regained some of his trance-like-state, though the ruffled wolf before him did hold more of his attention than anything or anyone else in the world ever could... I mean, now that Nova was nowhere to be found.
After many-a-moment's silence, he gave a rough, "quite alright," he paused, then added, "I gave you quite a fright, my apologies."He spoke in a rather choppy way, saying what he wanted to say then ending with no "uh's", "er's", or "um's" to drag on his dialogue.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 25, 2009 7:54:19 GMT -5
Bewildered, yet intrigued at the calm of the stranger, Meg sniffed the air in a ginger, nonchalant way -- she didn't wish to offend him, but she had to be sure. Yep, he's a Sheeran all right...either that or he's been living here a long time, which I don't think would be possible to do without any wolves noticing it. I wonder why I haven't met him before? Guilt stirred in her stomach. I haven't been the most active wolf in the pack....I mean socially. There's probably a lot of wolves I haven't noticed. A smaller voice whimpered in the back of her mind. Nobody's like Styx.
Unsure of what else to do, she dipped her head in greeting to the stranger, offering a slight tail wag. "Well then...now that we've run into each other, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to exchange names? I'm Meg," she woofed, tone friendly and light. It was a hard thing to accomplish, being this energetic and optimistic all at once. Those were things I Styx made me feel. That's part of who I am I'll recover it sooner or later... She stretched forward to touch noses in cordial greeting, eyes rested curiously upon the stranger's. I wonder what he's like?
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