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Post by Hannah on Oct 10, 2010 0:22:47 GMT -5
He sought of peace as if it was an endangered species he may be the only one to keep it alive. Here is where he often found himself, thinking. Vilktor was a solitary wolf, a wolf built to live on his own. But he was also rather capable of leading a pack of wolves. He shook his head, clearing the days worth of thoughts. But everyone knows just simply shaking your head doesn’t get rid of the thoughts, sometimes all it gives you is a bigger headache. With that thought Vilktor could do nothing but sigh.
He rested his head in between his paws, his back was arched against the tree, fitting it like a puzzle piece. He blew out deeply, moving the grass in front of him, and shifting it. He rolled a bit onto his side, knowing soon enough he would have to start heading back to his pack. He hated to leave them alone too long, it seemed they always got anxious when he was not around.
He drew in his breath once more, a single eye opening up. He noted the scene that lay before him, the same scene that lay before him everyday. His ribs drew up as he drew in a breath. He held it for a moment, his brain working quickly to figure out the scents that entered his nose. And then he let it all out in a short, fast breath.
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Post by luvpups on Oct 20, 2010 20:03:14 GMT -5
Lyra loped through the forest on long legs, the trees a green blur on either side of her. She'd been running for a good half hour now, and was beginning to tire as she reached a small stream. Thoughts of cool water brought her to a stop on the muddy bank, and the slender fae dipped her muzzle into the shallow water. Upon lifting her head, she noticed several paw prints along the bank, and, being the curious, and somewhat suspicious, wolf she was, she trotted a few yards downstream to investigate.
A closer examination confirmed her premonitions, the prints were those of a wolf, and a large one at that. The tracks were fairly fresh, between 6 to 8 hours old, and still smelled of the brute that had left them. Following the tracks to the forest's edge, Lyra picked up the scent and traced it into the thickly grown trees.
Ever alert, she looked about for signs of another wolf, and her ears swivelled to catch the smallest sounds of the forest. Farther in, the scent of the wolf grew stronger, and Lyra trotted forward, her long strides carrying her through the thick underbrush.
Not surprisingly, Lyra smelled Vilktor before she saw him. She emerged from the trees prepared for his presence, well, as prepared as one could be after months without contact with another wolf. She stood silent for a moment, watching him, contemplating her next move.
Deciding the direct approach was best, Lyra left the shelter of the trees, walking into plain view. Slowly and deliberately, Lyra made her way to Vilktor, all the time wondering what she would do once she reached him.
She came upon him sooner than expected, and, not knowing what else to say, she offered a soft "Hello." She had left a good 2 or 3 yards between them, close enough to give him a good look, but far enough she could run, or ready herself for a charge, if need be.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 20, 2010 20:26:55 GMT -5
His ears turned to face the sound of the approaching female. Granted he had smelled her before she had ever appeared. He had an amazing ability when it came to scent, but then again any other wolf did also. His tan, rusty red colored paw lifted slightly, coming in front of him and gripping the ground. He drew himself into a sitting position just as the female said hello.
He stretched, taking the time to study the female. His ears twitched slightly as he watched the female. He dipped his head in a greeting, noting the stance the female took. She had been away from other wolves for a while, that was all too clear in the manner she held herself. “You would be better off relaxing,” He said softly.
His eyes moved over her body, collecting all the information he could. Her stance was tense, and the way she spoke was rusty. He yawned, pulling back his shoulder blades and shaking his head lightly. “Where do you come from,” He asked abruptly, his eyes shimmering a bit as he turned his head slightly. He still held a Russian accent, although over the years it had faded, his speech was still just as abrupt and rough as he always was.
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Post by luvpups on Oct 20, 2010 20:48:24 GMT -5
Taking note of his suggestion, Lyra dropped her shoulders and widened her stance, instantly appearing more comfortable, though only slightly, than before. The male seemed at peace here, which helped to lessen her own nerves, and she found her tongue in time to answer his question.
"Far from here," she said. "I was born in a desert many have never heard of, or else, forgotten," she said, a flash of pain showing in her eyes. A year had passed, and it seemed the sadness regarding the assumed loss of her pack should be less now, but the pang in her chest said otherwise. "You don't come from here either," she ventured, noting his Russian accent. She was curious as to how he had come here, but thought it keep her questions herself, at least for the time being.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 22, 2010 20:02:46 GMT -5
“No, I was born far away,” He said simply as he watched her. His tail flicked, much like a cat, although in a completely different way. “What brings you here,” He asked as his voice lowered an octave as he watched the female. He reclined to his haunches, satisfied for the moment the female meant no harm.
He was actually only slightly interested in the questions he asked, he really simply wanted to get the female to relax. When a wolf felt tense it simply ruined the mood of conversation. His thoughts were back in Russia, although he was only there until he was about six months he missed the land greatly.
He missed the snow, the smells, the fear that other predators there posed. No, here bears and cougars were nothing. He sighed lightly although not meaning to. How he craved his homeland, it was like none other. Sure he loved it here, but the reality was if he wasn’t taken his family wouldn’t be gone. But he didn’t let the pain show, not to a stranger, not to anyone.
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Post by verycute334 on Oct 23, 2010 17:59:10 GMT -5
Sparta treaded through the forest, her head low. The sun out shined the gloomy and dark forest, it's rays peeking in-between the trees. Her tail dragged itself along the land, but made not a sound...
A bird tweeted, and flew from one tree to another. It looked at Sparta, but finally found something else to do... Sparta spotted an opening to the mysterious forest, and stopped. She stared at the opening with joy. She held her head up, and started to canter swiftly to the light. But suddenly, a growl made her mind race with fright. She pointed her nose to the sound, and oddly, it came from the outside...
"Great.." she mumbled under her breath. "Let me guess, another enemy to deal with...". She started to panic, trying to compose herself.
She finally got to the open, and saw nothing but a squirrel She rolled her eyes jokingly, and continued to walk. She heard the squirrel growl even more, but it ran into the woods when it realized there was no harm...
She stopped harshly, seeing she had crossed another packs territory. She looked at the fae and the alpha chatting, and felt bad. She hated to barge in on other people's conversations. "Um, e-- excuse me?.." she said ever-so-softly. Her back furs ripple, alert for what was to come...
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Post by luvpups on Oct 24, 2010 18:15:18 GMT -5
As Lyra opened her mouth to answer, the sounds of another reached her ears. She turned to the trees from which she had come, nose twitching, and scented an approaching wolf. It wasn't her land to defend, but Lyra felt her fur bristle, and whatever peace she had found in Vilktor's presence left her.
Forcing herself to return to the conversation, Lyra's eyes left the trees and returned to the face of the male before here. "There was a drought in my homeland," she said, her voice distant. "The lakes dried up, and myself and others went off in search of water. Many died along the way, but four of us made it to a forest similar to our own, a sparsely wooded area sustained by a single lake. The others made their home there, but I was worried the same would happen as before, so I left them. In a week's time I was out of the desert, into forests much like this one. I've been travelling ever since, looking for..." she caught herself, "for, well, nothing I suppose."
So caught up in her story was she that she scarcely heard the fae approach. As Sparta spoke her soft words, Lyra whirled to face her, instantly on edge. Scrutinizing the female with narrowed amber eyes, Lyra concluded she was not here to attack, and swallowed the growl that had risen in her throat. Her eyes flicked to Vilktor, and she awaited the male's response.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 25, 2010 15:22:44 GMT -5
Vilktor’s dark hued head turned to the side only slightly. He had smelled Sparta long before he heard her, and heard her long before he saw her. So his attention was mostly on Lyra, but he knew he would have to deal with Sparta also. “Probably a good choice,” He said simply as he looked back toward Lyra. “You may stay here if it suits you,” He said softly as his eyes turned to look at Sparta as she appeared.
Vilktor watched Sparta with little interest, but that is who he was. Standing he looked at Lyra for a split second. “Excuse me for a moment,” He says as he stands and paces towards Sparta. He circled her, noting the fur that stood on end. Aggression is what he read the bristled fur as, not being alert. But Vilktor was an older wolf, with different customs.
“Can I help you,” He asked as he came to face Sparta. His eyes looked down upon her being a bit taller then her. His ears flicked back occasionally toward Lyra, but he watched with the utter most concentration upon Sparta.
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Post by verycute334 on Oct 25, 2010 16:31:55 GMT -5
Sparta's ears faced her back with a little fright. "I'm sorry to barge in like this, at this hour..." she said. Her tail swayed only a little, making it quite un-noticable. "I was just looking for a resting place, so I might not stay long. Unless, of course, it is okay with you--" she paused, still not yet knowing his name.
She took a quick glance to look the brute over, but looked back at him directly. She sniffed slightly, inhaling the fresh air... "If I can't stay, I'll be gone by morning..."
She yawned slightly, ending with a soft yip. Her tail started to sway more, but it still wasn't very noticable... 'Confused', 'Unsure', and 'Awkward' were the words racing through her mind. She felt as if she wasn't welcomed here, and that she would be chased away like the last pack she visited...
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Post by Hannah on Oct 25, 2010 16:44:50 GMT -5
His chocolate eyes watched Sparta with interest. If one had thought Lyra frightened, well it was in no comparison to this wolf before him. He nodded his head, understanding. And then he yawned, they are contagious, everyone knows that. “Vilktor,” He said simply before standing up and pacing away.
He stopped at the waters edge, staring at the reflection that bounced back from the rippling water. His paws gripped the soft ground, and he had gone into what seemed a shut-down mode. But he was simply a very introverted character, and he was simply thinking. “What is your name,” He asked as he turned to look once more at Sparta, ignoring the final statements she had made.
He would let her stay, she did not seem to be any trouble as of now, but he could always change his mind. He watched her, and then his attention turned to Lyra. He now remembered he hadn’t asked the other female her name. He shook his head though, deciding to deal with it later.
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Post by luvpups on Oct 25, 2010 22:20:55 GMT -5
Ah, Vilktor, so that's his name thought Lyra, who had been listening to the conversation from her place beside the tree. Deciding to get a closer look at the fae, Lyra got to her feet and took a few steps toward the two, putting a yard or two between herself, Vilktor, and the mysterious female.
She looked Sparta up, down, and sideways, learning all she could from the female's voice and gestures. Competitive by nature, Lyra had always been one to size up those she considered competition, which usually meant wolves of her age group and gender. It wasn't that she threatened, necessarily, but she found things went better for her when she had the upper hand. Naturally. That was the way her young mind worked.
Her observations complete, Lyra now reflected on her situation, watching the wolves before her with interest. How long had it been since she stood in the presence of other wolves, how long had she roamed the forest in search of her own kind? To be here confused and exhilerated her, filled her to overflowing with feelings she refused to show.
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Post by verycute334 on Oct 26, 2010 19:07:51 GMT -5
Sparta's head quickly turned to face the brute. "I am Sparta's~Soul. My mother got quite uniqe..." she said, half smiling at the froung. Her paw dragged across the dirt slowly, but her mind suddenly got back to, Vilktor... "But, you can call me Sparta, as everyone else referred to me as...". She sneezed slighly, pollen filling her nostrels.
She looked at Lyra, and observed her quiely. Finlly, she looked up at her. She showed no emotion, and just looked back at Vilktor. She looked around her area, her mind racing. When she was a pup, she reffered these kind of places as heaven...
She heard a crackling in the woods, and her head faced where she had come in from. She saw two birds fighting over a simple worm... Her eyes calmed, and she looked back at Vilktor and Lyra.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 26, 2010 20:35:23 GMT -5
“Well I am Vilktor,” He said smoothly as he stood up. “You wish to stay,” He said gently as he moved toward her, his head dropping a bit to look directly at her. “You may stay if you want. Join the pack if you want. My land will be yours,” He said as he looked at her. Just two feet away he sat down, testing how comfortable the wolf was. He watched her, his eyes did not scrutinize, he simply watched. “But the choice is yours.”
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Post by verycute334 on Oct 27, 2010 20:51:19 GMT -5
Sparta's leg trembled slightly, but she just lifted it of the ground. Her eyes sinked into his, feeling quite more comfortable about this new place... "Alright, then. I-- guess I'll be staying then..." she said softly. She swallowed her syliva, feeling quite akward at the moment. Usally the packs she tried to join, gave her a big fat N-O and pad away...
She was relived that this pack actually treated her with respect. She felt wanted... Included... She felt as free as a pup again... But, she held everything inside, and sat down slowly. She was raised to show manners to other wolves, who she has to stay with...
Her tail swayed slowly, keeping the beat of her breaths. "I really appreciate it--" she pused, recognizing his name. "Vilktor. The trip wasn't as pleasant, and neither were my encounters..." she said softly, looking up at the sky...
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Post by luvpups on Oct 27, 2010 21:48:59 GMT -5
Lyra remained expressionless as Sparta accepted the invitation, not sure what to think or feel. Quietly, she sat down and curled her tail about her paws, playing the part of a relaxed, easy-going wolf. Lyra wasn't relaxed; she wasn't easy-going. She was Lyra pretending to be these things, and already she was growing tired of the facade. The good thing about solitude, she had begun to realize, was that it required, in a social sense, no effort. There was no need for censorship or second-guessing, the trees and the rocks certainly weren't going to judge.
But wolves, wolves were different. They made accusations, they turned on each other when water ran low and tensions high. She stole a glance at the woods, now uncertain of her decision. How many wolves were there to contend with? How many faes and brutes must she beat?
Questions like these were part of Lyra's fatal flaw, her competitive nature. Though Sparta had done nothing to threaten or provoke her, Lyra already had intense feelings towards the fae, judgements she could not help but pass.
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