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Post by Sunstorm on Oct 13, 2009 17:57:43 GMT -5
Thread Notes: This thread is open, tagged for Watersinger. Ugh, suck post, sorry. :/
The Wolfies: Sweet Fur Including: Watersinger Post Length: 442
It seemed that I was supplying a majority of the conversation, and the moment I realized this fact, I felt embarrassed. Due to Watersinger's social disfunctions, I had taken it upon myself to fill the silence, but I wasn't sure if it was getting on her nerves or not. I gave a quick peek, hoping I wasn't being irritating.
What I had been talking about before I'd clamped my mouth shut had been about the different pack members. I had started out happy and chipper, but as I started talking and thinking about Kyeith and Jinx, I felt twinges of worry. I hadn't seen Jinx in months, quite literally, and as for Kyeith, it'd been close to a month or so. At least, I think. I bit my lip as I started to describe them to Watersinger, and then I moved on to another wolf to tell her about, Spafaro. I hadn't seen her in a while, either, but that was to be expected. I tried to avoid her, considering she took my former lover from me. I couldn't forgive her so easily, and, come to think of it, I don't think I ever would. I didn't care what happened to her.
Zaniem didn't dare enter the conversation, I made sure of that, but part of my mind wondered. He'd been gone, too. Had Spafaro run off with him, so should wouldn't have to deal with me? Pansy. I wanted to growl, but Watersinger was here. I couldn't let her think that I was mad at her. I needed to be a good host.
I didn't get to Domino, which was a relief, because we arrived at the dens. I didn't want to have to bother with trying to explain how it was possible for a dead wolf to continue living, so to speak. It was much too complicated, and I didn't want Watersinger to be freaked out. "Behold," I muttered as we stepped into the den area. I tried to be enthusiastic, as I was earlier today, but the worries about the Alphas had put a damper on my mood. "The dens." I flashed Watersinger a half-hearted smile, trying to perk myself up again.
My eyes moved away from her, to survey the area. It was quiet--the others must be out and about. So this she-wolf didn't have to worry too much about meeting others right now. Seeing this place again brought back loads of memories, making me think of my first time here. When I had picked my first den here, all those years ago. And so the process repeated itself yet again. I slightly smiled at the thought, though the memory didn't distract me for long.
"Help yourself," I continued. "Any den is yours, so long as it's not taken." I wasn't fully into the conversation at the moment--my mind was on Kyeith. Where had he been? I bit my lip anxiously, my ears twitching as I thought about it.
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Post by watersinger on Oct 18, 2009 12:45:26 GMT -5
Talking. Not something she was ever good at, but which Sweet Fur was using to fill the time while they walked. The fae stayed quiet, just listening, her mind processing everything and filing it away for future reference. She could tell that Sweet Fur was avoiding other wolves in the pack, but for now she was happy enough to just listen and walk. She soon yawned, however, having travelled ever so far with only the break caused by meeting Sweetfur and eating her meal.
Her every pawstep was cautious, pained, and a visible wince wrinkled her muzzle as she lowered her left paw to the ground. A thorn had wrinkled its way up into her pad, and wedged in, making her snarl silently in the pain as she continued to walk, though her gait had gone from smooth to rocking, and finally, threelegged. She never, however, made a noise to reveal her pain, instead prefer to suffer in silence.
As they reached the dens, she stopped, her tail tucking between her legs as an uncertain whimper left her muzzle. This was the situation she had faced but once in her life, and as well as fear, the multitude of scents struck at her nose, and literally rocked her back onto her haunches. While she was sat there, she began to worry at her paw, barely able to stifle the whimper that was slamming its fists against her tightly locked teeth. It was with a sigh of relief, and a relaxing of the tension held in her body that she was able to slowly, still warily and in pain, pad into the den area.
Her nose working furiously, the monochrome fae slunk her way forward to an empty den, separated from the others by a small distance, and disappeared inside the small hole. She explored inside, the sandy ground comfortable, the space within not too large for the diminuitive fae who was rapidly making this her home. She soon exited though, her scent, ever so faintly of wolf, now laying on top of the den scent, and just marking it as her own.
Her tail swished as she limped back to Sweet Fur and she whined a very gentle, but sincere thanks. She added another nuzzle to the gesture, before speaking, her voice hoarse and eyes shiny with unshed tears of gratitude. "Thank you, Sweet Fur. Not for two years has anywolf, brute or fae, been as kind to me as you have been this day. I will repay you in whatever way I can."
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Post by Sunstorm on Oct 18, 2009 15:04:19 GMT -5
Thread Notes: This thread is open, tagged for Watersinger.
The Wolfies: Sweet Fur Including: Watersinger Post Length: 373
I didn't notice until we'd reached the den area that something was wrong with her. I'd been too occupied by my chatter and my thinking of the packmates that I didn't notice how she winced and limped so badly. It was after she left my side and padded around the wide den area that I noticed her struggle in walking, that I realized something had gotten into her foot.
She picked out a den, the process of it something I didn't really pay attention to. I was watching the paw that she wasn't putting pressure on, making sure that I wasn't just imagining things before I pointed it out. Before I asked what was wrong.
Yes, she was limping alright. She limped her way back to me, and I stopped scrutinizing her paw and looked back into her eyes. The orbs were shining brightly with gratitude, a gentle whimper coming from her throat, whether from pain or from thanks, I wasn't sure. She extended her neck to nuzzle me again, and I nuzzled her neck in return, smiling. I had the feeling that she and I would become close friends.
'Thank you, Sweet Fur. Not for two years has anywolf, brute or fae, been as kind to me as you have been this day. I will repay you in whatever way I can.'
I shook my head, passing it off as no big deal, because it really wasn't a big deal to me. "You're very welcome, but please don't worry about paying me back. It's what friends do for friends. It's just what they do--they're there for each other." I smiled kindly at her, settling back on my haunches. I'd done most of the patrolling for today, and I could take the rest of it off by chatting with Watersinger and getting her to meet the other wolves. That is, if they were around. Y'know.
I glanced down to her paw, not wanting to forget. I could get side-tracked easily. "Speaking of friends and being there and stuff, are you okay? Your paw?" I wasn't much of a Healer, I'll admit. My grace enabled me to hunt, so that was the profession I'd taken on. Healing had never really been my thing.
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Post by watersinger on Oct 20, 2009 13:53:10 GMT -5
The fae shrugs, looking away from her paws in embarrassment as she turns them on her backs. She reveals the cracked pads, and pawpads. She refused to look up, to look at Sweet Fur as she turns her paws back over, resuming lapping at the small hole in her paw. She soon yawned, stress burning at her slim body.
She had fed, had met a new fae, had travelled and was, by some miraculous event, now a pack member in a pack she had never known any other in.
She sighed happily, her ears flattening back against her head as she stretches out, her odd paws crossing, her nose digging it's way under them as her hindlegs played out, and she sighed a second time, resting away from the others, but at the same time a part of the pack. Her mismatched eyes observed, while she said nothing, in what she felt was a companionable silence with the fae beside her.
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Post by Sunstorm on Oct 23, 2009 16:58:09 GMT -5
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The Wolfies: Sweet Fur Including: Watersinger Post Length: 482
She only shrugged as an answer, looking embarrassed about the matter. She did, though, show me her paw pads, lifting the black and white feet and exposing the pads underneath. I winced at the sight--the paw pads looked dry, and they were visibly cracked. It looked painful, and I couldn't imagine how that felt. No wonder she was limping.
She didn't make any comment about it, though, and then she sighed, stretching out her long body and putting her nose playfully under her front paws. I smiled at her--the gesture was cute, and playful. She looked more comfortable now, resting on the ground beside her new den. I, too, plopped down, enjoying the silence. I wasn't too chattery now--the mood had swept away.
It was deeply autumn, and the leaves were fluttering wildly down at every slight breeze. It was beautiful; my nose lifted into the air, my eyes picking out the brightest leaves and watching them make their trip to the ground. The distance from tree to ground was short-lived, but yet exhilarating. My smile remained.
"If you want me to I can find the Pack's Healer for you," I said after a long period of silence. It was very peaceful, and I almost regretted breaking the peace, but cracked paw pads should be tended to. "Those pads have gotta hurt...though I haven't seen Spafaro in a while." I frowned, my brow creasing as I leveled my muzzle. The words reminded me that I didn't know where Spafaro or her brother had been lately, and that was not good for the well-being of the pack. Despite my hateful grudge against the she-wolf, I knew that we needed her. Without a Healer, what were we to do?
What if Kyeith was gone? What was I supposed to do? The only ones of us that would be left were myself, Zeb, Domino, Tsukari, and now Watersinger. It would be either Zeb or Domino to take the lead. Personally, I'd rather my lover to become Alpha. I was Beta already, and if I took him as my mate, then he'd become the Alpha along with myself. I couldn't deny that I liked the idea of being Alphess. But if Domino wanted to push it, I was sure he could win. He had powers from Dhaval himself, so....If he wanted it, there was nothing that I could do. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of having him as my leader. I didn't like it, obviously.
"Actually, I haven't seen Kyeith, our Alpha, in a while either," I said, letting her know the direction my thoughts were taking. At this point, I was just brain-storming, and filling Watersinger in on later gossip, but I felt that this was really important. "You know, if Kyeith doesn't show up soon, I'll be the Alphess." I allowed myself a smile. "That's something I'll have to get used to."
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Post by watersinger on Oct 24, 2009 6:12:17 GMT -5
She smiled, her white muzzle splitting in a slight grin. “My paws will heal naturally, and will hurt less when I next go to the river. The cold water will numb them and clean them. And I suppose if you become Alphess, you will have less time to spend helping me.” She sighed a little, her mismatched eyes dulling a little with the sadness of a friend lost. In fact her first friend since…HE died.
Her black plumed tail swished softly along the ground, as she shivered. The autumn was definitely coming, but this time she would have shelter, company and friends to help her weather the poor environment of winter. Her eyes, golden and blue orbs, like the sun and the winter sky, so bright and warm was one, and yet the other was cold and hard. She stretched where she lay, arching her back as she shuffled.
She then rolled onto her back, wriggling back and forth, and trying to scratch the itch between her shoulder blades. Her legs flailed up in the air as she writhed back and forth, her teeth showing in a wolfish grin. Her stomach no longer bulged so horrendously, as she began to digest the food. Her thick pelt become dusty before she rolled onto her side, panting a little.
“Sweet Fur…are there no pups in the pack?” Pups were one thing that this fae understood, pups were easy to please and she would, eventually, like to experience motherhood herself, though she did doubt that day would come.
She whined softly at her thoughts, her ears wilting back against her head as she shuffled to sit up, trying to distract herself by giving herself a complete wash, one ear perked as she waited for Sweet Fur to reply. Her slightly rough tongue stroked alone her right foreleg, following the lines of her slim leg and dainty paw, before dragging the damp pebbled surface over her paw, grooming it.
She repeated the motions on her left foreleg, smoothing the fur into place, making the contrasting legs gleam with good condition. She soon moved again, and twisted her head around to drag her tongue over her hind legs, one at a time, brushing at the thick pelt and pressing it into place. She made sure to groom all four of her paw pads, making sure that there were no more thorns laying hidden inside her body.
As she pinned her tail down with one groomed paw, and groomed that, her other ear lifted, the better to hear Sweet Fur while she was distracting herself. As her tail, the thick plumed appendage also gleaming from the care it had taken, was left, she stood, and shook, her throat always the same silver white that never seemed to change colour. The only mar to her silver white being the scars from the bear attack, years in the past now, and the black teardrop that looked as though some mystical being had shed just one tear over the plight of the dainty fae. She sat back down, and waited.
She looked at Sweet Fur with a suddenly mischievous look in those glittering, gleaming, sparkling mismatched eyes, and rose onto all fours in one graceful and sinuous movement, backing up a wolf-length or two. Her tail swayed back and forth as she lowered her chest and forepaws to the ground. A playful light entered her eyes as she huffed at Sweet Fur before yipping. She was trying to incite Sweet Fur into play, her tail swishing side to side as she stretched her muzzle forward and snapped lightly at the air in her direction.
Never before had she had the urge to play, not with an adult wolf in any case, but every wolf knew to play, it was part of their genetic makeup. Her body, bony though it was, skinny and malnourished, would soon gain weight. It was her mind that now needed nurturing.
She growled and yipped, never loudly, the sounds meant only for Sweet Fur. She did need a friend to teach her more wolfish behaviour than she knew. After all, she had only spent two moons in a pack in the past. She waited, her whole body quivering slightly in anticipation of a playtime.
As she waited, she stopped barking, and in the play-crouch she spoke, her mind wandering both in the past and present. “Are there many mated pairs in the pack, Sweet Fur? I-I really would like to meet a male, one day.” She blushed, and looked away, making herself vulnerable to a pounce, to a play fight.
She knew the time was coming when she would have to tell Sweet Fur her past, and she knew the effects on others, the way they treated her changed, and she ended up being pitied, or hurt for being weak.
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Post by Sunstorm on Oct 27, 2009 19:27:16 GMT -5
'My paws will heal naturally, and will hurt less when I next go to the river. The cold water will numb them and clean them. And I suppose if you become Alphess, you will have less time to spend helping me.'
My eyes were concerned filled for her, still worrying over her paw pads. And then when she suggested that I wouldn't be around for her if I happened to get a promotion, I opened my mouth in shock. She'd think that of me? Or had the way I said it offended her, causing her to offend me? I lay my ears back, feeling back for being so careless. "No, I won't have less time! Okay, maybe that's a lie, but..." I sighed impatiently, trying to think of the words that would make her feel better rather than worse. "I'll try my best, 'kay? I won't throw you to the wolves, I promise. Oh, and no pun intended." I chuckled lightly over my own joke, but my face still showed signs of worry. I hoped that I hadn't hurt her feelings too bad.
I looked away from Watersinger, still mulling over whether or not I'd made a mistake. I looked down to my own two paws, studying the furs there without being truely interested. I began grooming them, just as she was doing. It was something to pass the time. Trust me, I didn't usually spend my time on grooming my paws. It was just something instinctual, I suppose.
A strange yip, one I didn't really recognize, made itself known in my ear drums, and my eyes snapped up, my ears held high and alert. I realized that the cry wasn't from a pup, but it had come from Watersinger. My brow lifted in surprise, wondering what she was doing. She was on her paws now, her chest lowered to the ground and her rump in the air, her tail swaying behind her. She yipped a few more times, the yips sounding like a barking. I was confused, and then I finally realized--she was trying to play.
Oh, how long had it been since I'd honestly played? Since Zaniem? I was beginning to play more now, now that I'd met Zeb, but I wasn't as fully open as I once had been. It was sort of difficult to explain. Anyhow, I was reluctant to play, but I felt the natural instinct within me. It was in all wolves, whether or not you had to dig for it. I slowly got to my paws, trying to remember that it was I who was bringing her out of her shell, not vice-versa.
'Are there many mated pairs in the pack, Sweet Fur? I-I really would like to meet a male, one day.'
The mention of love, for whatever reason, made me flinch. I say 'for whatever reason' because it shouldn't bother me, now that I'd fallen for Zeb. However, it still was a touchy subject, because I feared so much that I would loose the white wolf. He meant everything to me, but so had Timber and Zaniem. And look what had happened there. One died and one was a cheater. Would something of the sort happen to my beloved? It was still something I didn't talk lightly about, despite my efforts to be nonchalent about the matter.
I did answer her question, though. "Well, there were the Alpha pair, but they're gone now. And Zeb is pretty much mine, even though it's not official....And that only leaves Domino. Trust me, he wouldn't be your type." Okay, so that didn't hurt as bad as I thought. I hadn't touched on any wounds, the wounds of the past. I was perfectly intact. I sighed with relief, and, not wanting to press any further into the topic, I forced myself to concentrate on the play. Playing was instinctual--dealing with the pains of love was not.
I lowered myself into the same position she was in, letting my tail flicker back and forth. I let a few yips come from my own throat, though they weren't as loud or high pitched as hers had been. My eyes flashed, and I felt genuine excitement flowing through my veins. This was easy, natural to me. It distracted me, and for that, I was grateful.
Watersinger had looked away, and I took that as a chance to further deviate attention from myself. I leapt lightly, making sure that I didn't actually hurt her--she was so vulnerable, so tiny. I was afraid that I'd be careless and harm her. I landed on her, trying to pin her without pressing my weight on her or anything. I wasn't used to being careful--they guys I'd played with had, obviously, been much much stronger than me. It had been them being careful with me.
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Post by watersinger on Nov 4, 2009 18:49:23 GMT -5
Oh! The pounce of the larger female started the smaller fae, thats true, but she wasn't as delicate as she looked. She was looking forward to showing this fae, her friend yes, but still unknown to her, that she wasn't going to break, not if she could survive this long.
She began to wriggle, her teeth baring in a grin as she sought to overturn the female pinning her. Her teeth met the faes shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for the older, stronger fae to know she wouldn't hesitate to fight if, indeed, she needed to do so. Her body, all silver moonshine and deep shadows twisted and wriggled, until she at last succeeded in squirming loose.
She panted, her breath rasping heavily in her throat, as her tail still swished above her. She was, in essence and personality, mood and experience, no more than a very young wolf. Her past had not allowed her to mature in the manner most wolves managed to, instead she never knew her position, nor the way in which to behave still.
Her unusual eyes, slanting upwards in their odd manner, gleamed, the golden and the blue both seeming to glow with the barely held-in excitent. She wriggled where she stood, her muzzle split in an almost hyperactive grin. She waited for Sweet Fur to move next, her every shift in weight fuly noted and adjusted for.
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Post by Sunstorm on Nov 7, 2009 18:22:55 GMT -5
Somehow, the she-wolf managed to wriggle out from my grasp. No, I wasn't trying my hardest or anything to keep her pinned, but I hadn't expected it of her. Wasn't she malnutritioned and everything? She looked as if one touch she would yelp in pain--that was how bad her bones showed through the skin. There was not one ounce of fat on her, and while that may seem flattering, it wasn't. I was slender myself, but never would I desire to appear the way she currently did. It disturbed me.
So I was baffled by the fact that she was a bit stronger than she looked. I was still hesitant, though. I was going to go as easy on her as possible--wouldn't want to damage the frail thing. Her mouth pulled up at both sides into a wild grin, her body wriggling with excitement. Honestly, she looked like an oversized pup to me. I couldn't help it, the sight was so amusing that giggles bubbled up from my throat, but I wasn't trying to be teasing. Far from it. I hadn't been in this strange playing mood in forever, and it felt good to laugh again like a child.
I was calculating my next move, trying to figure out what wouldn't hurt her when a leaf suddenly landed on my nose. I huffed, suprised, and took a step back. It fell off, of course, but it made me laugh harder. And I'd been scared of a damn leaf?! I looked up to the sky, where leaves were swirling around, wondering away from their parent tree. What a beautiful sight.
There were many piles on the ground where we stood, so instead of attacking Watersinger, I took off, running in a wide circle around the black and white wolf. Leaves kicked up behind me, a large splay of colors in the air. Lord, if anybody else saw me now, I'd just die. I wasn't excatly the most popular wolf right now, despite the fact that I was the Beta. I think that Zeb, Domino, Tsukari and I were the only ones left. Well, Watersinger now, too, but still. Domino and Tsukari didn't like me, which was understandable since I had an obvious aversion to the dead wolf, but still. Two enemies right there. The ones that I were sure were at my side was Zeb and Watersinger. It was 50-50 for me. So who would be the next leader? Myself and Zeb? Or would Domino push his powers to rank himself up? I knew he could do it if he wanted. He had powers that I couldn't dream of, and I knew that.
I forced myself to push these thoughts away. I was having fun right now. I didn't have to think about the stressful pack situation right now. This moment was my moment to be like a pup again. I could worry later. Yeah. That's what I'd do.
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Post by watersinger on Nov 8, 2009 13:28:12 GMT -5
She grinned, seeing the confusion on Sweet Fur's face was everything that she had hoped for and more. She was far more slippery and agile that most gave her credit for, a fact that had helped her for so long to survive alone. As she heard her friend...a friend, such a shocking thought, giggle, her tail swished and she giggled along with her. She was prepared, fully prepared for a pounce, but that never happened. As Sweet Fur was startled by a leaf, the sight of the larger wolf jumping made her break down into absolute fits of giggles.
Oh how her sides hurt and tears trailed down her face from laughing so much and so fast. She knew that the Autumn leaves could startle the most alert of wolves...but for Sweet Fur to be the one startled, that was a new one on her. She barked and giggled, breathless, and aching but in absolute fits of hilarity. When Sweet Fur began to hurtle through the leaves, the fae leaped up onto her paws. She watched for a second, before loping a tighter inner circle, and followed her. She was imitating the female, still giggling a little bit at the memory of a strong wolf leaping after being touched by a leaf.
She slowed down, and then followed close on the paws of Sweet Fur, stalking her around and around. She was beginning to get dizzy as she pounced on Sweet Fur a second time, and growling in playfulness, tried to topple her. Her teeth were bared in both a grin and mock-anger, as she tried to start a tussle with the female.
She was determined to prove that she wasn't as weak as she seemed, that although she was malnourished, she still held strength that none knew. As she barked a challenge at Sweet Fur, her mismatched eyes gleamed with the echo of the same challenge, and her tail swayed, fully upright, more like a cat than a wolf. She soon moved, too full of andrenaline to stay still for long. She glided forward, her body moving smoothly around in a continuous circle.
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