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Post by hal i f a x ` on May 25, 2009 20:23:35 GMT -6
An ever-present sun casts a blinding glare down unto the unrestful surface of water, throwing the dancing lights into the eyes of those along the shoreline. A lone, male wolf is among those and frowns into the offending glare. Moments later, a low cloud shifts between the two elements, as though its movements are subject to the whim of the nomad. He smiles wryly, dropping his head into the lap of his crossed paws. The stream carries the pleasant aroma of blossoming flowers a few miles back, the scent is familiar and invokes memories of his childhood - those among very few that are actually pleasant.
Amidst his peaceful reminiscing, a more dominant scent rouses him from his restful state. Whipping his head up, ears erect and un-moving, there is a sound: a quiet shuffling. Halifax rises slowly, all his senses honed in on the intruder. The pungent aroma makes his stomach stir in anticipation, his mouth water with the sudden arousal of appetite. The small creature is not yet in sight, but the smell is so strong, the mental image that pairs with the unique scent so crystal clear, it may as well be just a few feet away. Halifax moves in on his prey silently, each paw placed with painful precision. It has been a few days since his last meal, and his stomach demands a feast. Though the mammal is only small, it will be more than enough to satiate his hunger for now.
Halifax yawns, dozing lazily in the last few hours of the sun's warmth. With a full stomach and a still mind, the Grey Wolf shuts his eyes - not quite falling asleep, but allowing his body to rest. He has been dwelling by the placid water's edge for some weeks now, careful to stay out of site, but sure that the scouting female that passes through daily must have picked up on the foreign scent by now. He had been intending to leave the place before now, but cannot bring himself to. It has become too familiar, too comfortable. Though he knows he must before he causes some trouble, he does not want to leave. The thought of abandoning his rock by the water's edge, warmed even by nightfall by the afternoon sun, saddens him greatly. On top of that, he feels as though he is waiting for something, lingering longer than is safe for some event to take place.
But what?
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Post by nova ♥ on May 26, 2009 15:23:31 GMT -6
Even in madness,
I know you still believe
She had noticed the scent weeks before now, knowing it was out of place, knowing it was a male, knowing it was a nomad. Yet the lithe Sousewolf could not bring herself to chase the loner out of her lands. She had felt no sense of dangers, had not been interrupted by this stranger's presence. And besides, nomads were well known for traveling throughout all the lands, not just the Unclaimables. But each day since that first sunrise, she had been gradually growing more and more uneasy around Kolenya, her beloved trickling river. Until now, she had been sure this situation was not in any way harmful, for if it had been, Huritt, her protective Guardian, would have at least come to warn her.
As the only Alpha of her close-knit Pack, though, Nara could no longer shirk the duties of checking in on this visitor. He had lingered here for too long to be comfortable with, especially since she knew nothing about him. As her twice-daily route brought the off-white female plodding to the fishing grounds, she slowed, her amber eyes surveying every bit of her surroundings, missing nothing at all. She had observed the male's doings here long enough to know well his handsome, brown-tinged white coat that was so much like hers, yet not. While her own was more... static, per say - the nomad's was more bedraggled in a rough manner that caught her eyes, making him look dangerous. Yet she had also caught his deep amber eyes that rubbed against the theory that he could be dangerous, for they were gentle, even intellectual. Yes, Nara had observed the tom enough. And now was time for action.
Her own golden-yellow eyes catching the blur of white against a deep blue background - presumably the river she loved - Nara padded forward confidently, ears pricked and gaze bursting with interest and curiosity. Her slightly bushy, cream-colored tail raised high without her doing so consciously, the beauty was the very picture of royalty, of regality. Coming to a gradual stop about two or three meters away from the solitude male, she let his aroma fill her nostrils, becoming acquainted with his scent whilst he became aware that she was present. And thus, finally, she spoke, her soft voice billowing out quietly, yet somehow coming off as an inquisitive command nonetheless. "What is your business here, Nomad?" If Nara's voice had been naturally harsh in the least, her words would have come off as rude. But no, they came off as polite while her eyes burned into his.
Paint me your canvas so I become
what you could never be. Directed to: Halifax as Halifax
Word Count: 429
Comments: I'm excited to see how this unfolds! xD
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Post by hal i f a x ` on May 26, 2009 22:39:49 GMT -6
The smell of blood has long since been swept away by the gentle current, leaving only the sweet perfume of Spring in its wake. Halifax sighs, it is time he makes his leave at last. A sadness touches his feautures at the thought of putting the sheltering brush and soothing river behind him. It is the closest to having a home he has come since leaving his birth pack, and is bonded to it accordingly. Regardless, Halifax must leave. He must.
Peering down the bank, he is grateful that the flowing water prevents any chance of a reflection. Right now, he could not handle to look at himself. He, the failure. He, without a home. He, without a pack, without a mate or a family. Five years old, and has achieved absolutely nothing. Halifax peels himself away from the destructive pattern his mind begins to fall into, but the bitter taste remains on his tongue, and sours his mood. Just then, an alarming scent weaves its way through the aromatic blossoms up stream and to his Hal's wet, black nose. He pauses mid-stride, instantly recognising the unique smell. Too lost in his own little world, he has let her encroach on him without his noticing. This time, there is no time to disappear.
The sound of her voice matches perfectly the mental image Halifax has in his mind, constructed from the many glimpses he has had of the young female: the calm authority, the gentle inquisition, the level tone. The nomad turns slowly to face her, tail tucked slightly between his legs - something his father had insisted he always do upon greeting others to convey that he is of the lower rank. According to Hal's father, and the majority of the pack, the five siblings were of the lowest status possible. They were not classified warriors of any acceptable standard, and were certainly not hunters. They were no longer pups, and nobody would allow them a position of anything higher. By all standards, they were outcasts of the pack, socially exiled by all.
"Evening." He says quietly, gaze averted to the ground. "I have no business here, and wish only to leave." His honey brown eyes dart up to meet the female's for a moment, then cast outward, as though conveying his intended course of action. He throws his gaze back at the dirt under his paws. To the world, that is all that he is - the dirt unto which it treads. Imagine that, the blood of his awesome mother and legendary father coursing through such a despicable creature. Simply imagine.
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Post by nova ♥ on May 27, 2009 15:25:40 GMT -6
Even in madness,
I know you still believe
The way he held himself, the way his striking golden gaze danced this way and that, the way his large wolfish paws shuffled... it all caught the alpha completely off-guard. Her head tilted cutely to the side, ears pricked, her intuitive mind honed onto the nomad. Not many she came across had come across as... insecure? No, not insecure. It was as if he was inwardly chastising himself, lowering himself far below what any wolf was actually worth. Yes, Nara knew that look. The look of hatred, of inner loathing. She had glimpsed it flashing across Soul's fragile features plenty of times. Across dozens of other acquaintances' faces as well. Temporarily forgetting her current duties, forgetting the need that had hit her just moments before to have this male off her pleasant lands, the off-white, golden-eyed beauty took a simple step forward.
"It has been your business to be here for the past few weeks... why not now?" Her voice was a bit more bright, even warm, with the intensity of her thirst for knowledge. She had not meant the question as an invitation, as some ears might seem to recognize it as. The fact that the nomad's calming aroma had been flooding these leaves for the past dozen or so sunrises and sunsets, so why must he feel the need to leave the gentle river now? Maybe she could blame it on her sudden decision to confront him. She inwardly chided herself for doing so without warning. But then again, the more practical side of her complex mind knew that, as an Alpha, she must do what she was doing now. And anyways, nomads were far and wide known as travelers, never keeping in the same area, no matter how captivating, always roaming the lands far and near.
And with that thought, something just clicked. Nara's golden hues gained a more intense, concentrated sheen to them as she mentally placed herself in the pawprints of a nomad. No connections to anyone except to the very love of nature, what would have kept herself here, in Sousepack, for so long? Kolenya. The way the quiet river whispered to your very heart, the way the salmon and sunfish sacrificed themselves each year, over and over, to a wolf's fangs just for the sake of reaching higher waters, the way the leaves shimmered and shivered, the way the grass bent to cushion your body, welcoming you into their embrace. Any place such as this would be enough to entwine your very soul into nature's spell, making you want to stay in a place where other wolves felt exactly the same. This had to be the reason.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, Nara uncocked her head and stood on all fours once more, letting a grin that only a canine could produce cross her pretty features. Although her razor teeth gleamed against her soot gray lips, something about her face was friendly, even welcoming.
Paint me your canvas so I become
what you could never be. Directed to: Halifax as Halifax
Word Count: 492
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Post by hal i f a x ` on May 29, 2009 5:25:46 GMT -6
Though her words are nothing but friendly and curious, Halifax is not taken by her seemingly warm disposition, still certain that she can bring about no good. His gaze remains dropped and unmoving, his posture now square and stilled. Though he does not fear the female, he is wary of what she might represent. Wolves of higher rank always have followers, and loyal followers can be driven to violent extremes in order to protect those superior to them. Halifax could take on the lass, perhaps one or two more, but that was all. Even then, he would need much motivation to feel inclined to do such a thing. Then again, self defense could become a very powerful drive.
Finally, the loner speaks. His voice is gravelly and course from lack of use, he struggles to get much volume. "During spring time, a flower will rise from the soil and bloom into something magnificent." Hal's eyes sparkle with the recollection of something so wonderful, his tail flicking up with the sudden highness of his mood. "And then Autumn will come around some months later, and she will wither and die. His shaggy tail drops back between his legs, signifying the return of his gloomy mood.
"Just because something once was, does not mean it always will be. Things... change."
Feeling the need to lighten his doom-and-gloom words, he adds: "This place is... I liked it here. I will be sorry to look upon these moving waters only in memory, but I feel I have over-stayed my welcome, as such. I will leave now." Halifax takes a step back, underlining his words with the inclination of action.
[/b] I challenge you to make him stay xD//[/ul] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/size][/sub] |
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Post by nova ♥ on May 31, 2009 19:32:35 GMT -6
Even in madness,
I know you still believe
There was something more about this considerably handsome nomad's stance, and some type of emotion hidden within his words. Frustration was eminent in the way the golden-eyed female lowered her tail to a slightly drooping position, hoping that this form of slight relaxation might possibly relax the nomad himself. As his scratchy tones seep through her ears, Nara found herself taken aback. The way his muscles seemed to fill out his frame, rippling underneath his tawny-white fur, the way he faced her without any visual signs of fear, had made her think that his voice might have asserted himself as strong-willed. Nonetheless, she pricked her ears, taking in his words with attuned interest and precision, letting them roll through her intellects, trying to file through every syllable and find something more to this male.
And, alas, there it was, the faintest trace of a possibility hidden in the way he tried to lighten his own mood. The Sousewolf quickly analyzed this finding, small as it may be, matching it up to other movements only a wolf's eyes could notice. It seemed, in Nara's perspective, that the nomad brought himself down, lowered himself to a position that was much less thought of than she would have placed him. Accompanying this with the way his gaze had sweeped lovingly, almost caressingly, over Kolenya made an astonishing, spur-of-the-moment thought slip through her mind. And as quickly as it flashed by, Nara grabbed it, at once sure of this new attempt at approaching the closed off male.
Inclining her cream-colored nape just the slightest, Nara kept her gentle, intelligent eyes glued to his golden hues. "Nomad..." she spoke slowly, letting him know just how serious she was, how meaningful these next words were to be. If he were to take them lightly, she would, as Alpha, automatically rebuff him, for he was in her territory. "You come off to me as lonely, or rather - incomplete. These territories -" she swept her bushy tail from one side to another, indicating their surroundings - "belong to us. They are our heart, the very soul of us. But our soul is less brawny that I'd like it to be." Nara had realized that her Pack's small numbers and seriously weak condition might mean absolutely nothing to the nomad. But, as she could tell with absolution, these lands meant everything dear to him. "Kolenya, Malila, Sokanon... they are our strength. Our life. As they could easily become yours as well, I see. Nomad, if not for my sake, do it for these waters... join us?" She ended her small speech not with a command, but a question, hoping he wouldn't take it lightly. Letting her gaze inspect his physique once more, she knew, if he accepted her offer, he would be a great addition to Sousepack. Blinking and raising her tail back to it's former position for those of higher ranks, she waited for his response, both vocal and visual.
Paint me your canvas so I become
what you could never be. Directed to: Halifax as Halifax
Word Count: 493
Comments: Well, I dared... haha.
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Post by hal i f a x ` on Jun 2, 2009 3:17:37 GMT -6
Beginning to feel restless and agitated, Halifax takes a few more steps back, away from the female whose name he will never know. He can feel it now, the calling of the mountains, the beckoning of the flowing river. His time here is finished; the more he thinks it, the more he wants to fight it. How could he possibly have believed that this place was ever going to be any more permanent than the last? How spoiled he has been by this simple, easy life by the river. Life is not easy. It never has been, and never will be. Halifax waits for the female to discharge him, to let him go. He prays she will not turn her loyal hounds upon him, that she will simply let him go with a warning or something.
"Nomad..." She begins, her voice low and stern, demanding an attentive listener. Halifax cannot help but to obey, and still his restlessness. "You come off to me as lonely, or rather - incomplete. These territories... belong to us. They are our heart, the very soul of us. But our soul is less brawny that I'd like it to be." Her voice continues its demanding route, keeping Halifax still and silent. Her words puzzle him, they are not what he had been prepared to hear.
"Kolenya, Malila, Sokanon..."[/i] The names are meaningless to Hal, but they rouse something in him. An emotion he cannot even begin to come to terms with. "They are our strength. Our life. As they could easily become yours as well, I see. Nomad, if not for my sake, do it for these waters... join us?"[/i]
For a few moments, Halifax opens and shuts his mouth uselessly, trying to put some hidden meaning to her words that are simply not there. There is no hint of trickery in her expression, stance, or tone - she is deadly serious. This time, he takes a step back with surprise rather than as means of escape. There is an odd whip-lash sensation as he considers her offer, considers staying. He had been so ready to leave, so convinced his time here was ended, the thought of staying is at first beyond him. Finally, he musters but a few words in response:
"I must - ...May I please have a moon to think on it?"
[/b] kudos to you, nova ;D //[/ul][/sub] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/size] |
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Post by nova ♥ on Jun 2, 2009 12:29:42 GMT -6
Even in madness,
I know you still believe
Her golden hues blinked, and her creamy fur fluffed up, just a little bit. She let her ears droop involuntarily. A moon? A moon was enough time to watch prey scatter in the promised oncoming drought. A moon was enough time for her to not remember this male who seemed to be worth remembering. A moon was enough time for the ivory nomad to forget her presence, her offer.
A moon was enough time to forget just how much she meant it.
What troubled the calm alpha now was the unknown. Her intuitions made her lean towards this nomad like she had wanted no other wolf. Something was telling her, prodding her, letting her know that he was important in some way. And not just to her, but to Sousepack. Yet he was a nomad, for Aetherpack's sake! What could he possibly bring to her close-knit Pack other than dishonesty and uncertainty? Nara was beginning to have a battle within herself, something that rarely ever happens. Her ears twitched spasmodically, and her eyes narrowed at the ground just in front of her large wolf paws. She just shouldn't be so distrusting! There were very many nomads of the Packs' past whom had sacrificed their very lives to help friends within the Packs. Not all were unworthy of being called family.
As she re-centered her deep orbs upon the being before her, Nara's regal mind was suddenly made up. There were no other problems that were as important to her as this specific one. Why, she did not know, nor did she want to know. It just was. The brown-tinted white male before her was vital to her Pack, and she intended to find out why, and not by waiting for a month for him to forgot her request.
Taking two more steps forward so that she was rather close to him, letting her authoritative aura settle around her as if the very air was singed with her rank, she gazed at him, her eyes so soft they could practically be considered to be pleading. "Instead of a moon's worth of time to forget, why not accompany me back? I could show you around, give you more things to consider."
[/color] Her voice, this time, was warm, quiet, friendly. She wanted him as a warrior more than anything right now. He'd be a great specimen to add to her Pack. And she was drawn to him in a way that she knew naught what it was. [/blockquote] Paint me your canvas so I become
what you could never be. Directed to: Halifax as Halifax
Word Count: 414
Comments: Poor girl doesn't know what to make of the situation.
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Post by hal i f a x ` on Jun 5, 2009 9:01:58 GMT -6
The young male's mind drifts as he tries to recall the route exactly back to his sister's burial site - "Isobelle's turf" she had made him call it when they were younger. She breathed her last breath under the protective arms of those old tree's, Halifax had been at her side. These memories though, he keeps locked away, tending not to dwell on them where possible. He estimates to be about a ten day trek - if he keeps rest stops to a minimal. He may not need a whole moon, but it gives him a bit of leeway. In his mind, he follows the unmarked route easily. It is a path he travels often, going to visit the spirit of his sister whenever something particularly puzzling occurs, he has an important decision to make, or he is simply feeling in need of her company - which is most often the case.
Still lost in a river of thought, it is only the tone of his acquaintance's voice that hauls him back to the surface of reality. The hint of desperation paired with such unmarred sincerity... It stirs something in him, an unfamiliar desire to please. He shies from the alien feelings, labeling it a simple concern for another's well-being. The phrase "accompany me back" brings him to full attention. It is only then that he realizes what she is really saying. There is again that odd whiplash sensation, being so sure that he is going up to the mountains to visit Isobelle, then suddenly realizing he may not. It is becoming a little dizzying. Halifax tries to imagine what he will do with such time spent with this startlingly beautiful stranger. He reels from the thought, but at the same time feels sick at the notion of leaving this wolf now, when she so plainly requested his company. He is torn.
"Isobelle, please, guide me?" He calls silently, a plea for the spirit of his deceased sister. She does not come, and time is running out. The silence has already dragged out too long, the snowy lass will be beginning to lose faith and interest in him. It is a moment before he realizes the answer is already there before, staring him right between the eyes. He cannot leave now, even if he wanted to. To leave this chapter so unfinished would be torture later on; and anyway, if living the pack life is as bad as it was before, he will simply disappear as he has done so many times before.
"I'm right behind you." he says at last, relieved to finally have an answer for her. He would have taken a step in the direction they are headed to suggest they get a move on - had he known which direction that was exactly. Instead he just scans around them looking stupidly lost for the first time in long while. It will not be the first time he feels such a fish out of water, that is for sure.
[/b] ;; holy rubber cow on a stick i'm tired o.o - thought i may as well get this in while i was still online // [/ul][/sub] [/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by nova ♥ on Jun 5, 2009 12:44:38 GMT -6
Comments: I'm going to act as if I replied to this, xD, and create another thread in Sousepack, for Hali, Nara, and Drag (Drag is her friend that she'll ask for advice on taking Hali into the Pack). So, this'll be locked!
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