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- Jefferson Soul - 03-17-2010 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... rtabs2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Alli!
- Heath morte dre Soul - 03-18-2010 [html] thanks for starting :]
The world within his borders was something that had been consistently calm. Since his tussle with Jac Heath had lived in the hopes of avoiding the King and thus in relative happiness. His time was divided between his life among the horses, his life beside Ruri, and then the rest. The world beyond was another thing, a story that Heath had not wished to delve into. Yet, the things he had heard and the idea that an attack had been made on one of their own lit a fire in the male and sent him into a protective mode that made him think that his consistent calm could come to end at any moment.
The roan mare walked beneath him, the reins were loose as the Marshal watched over the surrounding landscape. The dark faced horse knew the trail that led them along the pack’s borders. The keen beast watched and worked the warming air just as the canine did, ears flicking backwards and forwards at the sounds of the surrounding wildlife. The male placed a hand on his hip, the worn soft denim felt beneath his palm, the knife he carried noticed in his pocket. The wind was alive and well and Heath had left his western hat at the stables in the hope of not loosing it. Lumière walked over the uneven ground happily saddled with blue merle coat newly groomed and shining.
The pair continued until the wind and warming air told them that the peace had been altered. The mare paused, her ear moving to the right as she face followed. Heath read the message, his nose rising to find a scent that he had not read in some time, so long ago that it was merely a shadow of a memory. He heeled her forward, his eyes narrowing and watching for the figure that brought such a scent to their borders. It did not take long, the mare approaching in a hurry. Eager to know who it was that lingered along their homelands the roan hued horse snorted at the sight of the wolf that stood before them. The male unspoken in his question of who and why this male was here, not recognizing the worn and scarred face at the first hurried glance. .Heath10 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d6bdb1; letter-spacing:1px; } .Heath10ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#d6bdb1; text-align:right;} .Heath10 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Heath10 {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#694024; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eath10.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #301402; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#281100; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Jefferson Soul - 03-19-2010 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... rtabs2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> No prablem :3
- Heath morte dre Soul - 03-19-2010 [html] The horse’s head lowered, and the rider steered Lumière so that her side faced the stranger. Honey eyes looked down at him, taking in the sight of the stranger. But then, it was no stranger at all. The mare’s dark eyes watched the scarred male, just as intensely as the hybrid that rode her. Few words came from his mouth, and Heath found that nothing came to him but a frown. The male that stood before him, hovering at his home’s doorstep was none other then his father. The knowledge of it sent a jolt through him, running from his hand through the reins and making the mare’s head rise and fall with a matching stomp and snort.
With a swift movement the black and tawny male dismounted and stood on solid ground. Still she was uneasy, but his grasp on her lead was firm. All the memories rose, the knowledge of what had happened in the past had not filtered away with time. Such a thing could not be whitewashed and over looked. His brother and sister were lost to him, and if Heath was to blame anyone it was the male standing before him. Not to mention the death of his mother. He was the cause of that as well.
Just as he had before Heath was not faced with the ravenous monster that lived in his memories of his youth. No, it was simply the shell. The evidence was written all over his body, and narrowed amber eyes read them once more, though his ravenous anger no longer shadowed his gaze. “Why are you here?” He asked, his deep voice as rough as ever. There was nothing he enjoyed about the presence of the male, how could he reach and find anything but the bitterness and the hate that had been planted there at such an impressionable age? .Heath10 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d6bdb1; letter-spacing:1px; } .Heath10ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#d6bdb1; text-align:right;} .Heath10 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Heath10 {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#694024; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eath10.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #301402; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#281100; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] 300+ - Jefferson Soul - 03-20-2010 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... rtabs2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Why was he there? Suddenly all his reasons seemed pathetic and unfit, something that Heath would shoot down in mere seconds. Jefferson hadn't known his son had joined a pack nor that he had been so damn close all this time, especially after Miriette had run off and Jefferson had not seen the other brother -- the most vengeful one -- since their first meeting. The cyclops had lived on edge for several months thereafter, fearing that the three were plotting and waiting to hunt him down at the second he was most vulnerable. With time, however, such feelings melted away, and Jefferson had eventually given up. If they were going to kill him, they'd do it quickly and easily. He wouldn't have seen it coming either way.
- Heath morte dre Soul - 03-21-2010 [html]
His eyes were dark as he looked over the scarred male. It didn’t feel like he was his father. Heath had grown enough to begin to understand what it might be like to be a father, the responsibility and care that would need to be given. He was a caretaker himself, a mate and loving and protective one and hopefully a true father one day. This male had failed him in so many ways, but being a father was not something that he wished from him. Perhaps when he was lost and a wanderer Heath might have yearned for the figure that might guide him into adulthood. But the coyote mix had made it, alive and for all he knew better off then the other two of his litter. He had nothing to thank the one blood tie that was left to him in a radius of a few hundred miles.
No answer came, and it did not go unnoticed by the Baron. Instead there was a meaningless comment and then a statement of ignorance. Heath cleared his throat, and Lumière lifted her head as she shifted feeling his unease. He wished to comment on how ugly the weather beaten male remained but he held his tongue and spoke with narrowing eyes. “For some time. Figured it was better then running away.” Just as his brother and sister had disappeared. Heath had looked for both, and found nothing of them. But at some point he had needed to give up, move on. Though their memory would never leave him. .Heath10 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d6bdb1; letter-spacing:1px; } .Heath10ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#d6bdb1; text-align:right;} .Heath10 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Heath10 {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#694024; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eath10.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #301402; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#281100; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Jefferson Soul - 03-22-2010 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... rtabs2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> There was a tenseness in Heath's stance, an unease between both he and the accompanying horse. Jefferson had ventured to Cour des Miracles with intended innocence; he, as always, carried no weapons and brought none with him, making the short journey by foot rather than horseback. The glow of his eye was devoid of the typical darkness he was known for, and even he himself knew that he had changed since they'd last met. Much had happened since then -- not only had he had plenty of time to muse over the concept of being a father, but he'd watched Addison grow, blossom, and eventually leave as well. He'd wanted to hold her there in Phoenix Valley forever where he could keep a close eye on the girl, but in time Jefferson learned better: Parents could raise their children and forward the knowledge from their experiences onto them, but they could never stop them from living their own lives.
- Heath morte dre Soul - 03-25-2010 [html] im blind! & did not see this D: !!
"I don't know." He spoke with a low yet even tone. "I don't know when they left." He spoke in case it was to be the next question. Steady, he spoke to the horse through the hand he had on the lead. Focusing on the male only brought the feelings and memories of old forward. Heath concentrated on calming Lumiere, and thus calmed himself. When he spoke again Heath only watched, allowing the words to come forth and the subject to be changed to the present day. War, allies, it all made the male sick. Evident in his unmoving frown. "We're peaceful, and neutral here." he told the Valley leader, though his tone was far from reassuring. He was not the one to speak of alliances, "You will want to talk to Jacquez, the King, if you want a pact or guarantee that we'll always be friendly. But, its safe to say that there is only one enemy this time around." He wouldn't need to speak to one higher then Heath to be assured that Haku was the main reason the world was at war, but to know for sure that they were allies Jefferson would need an less bias opinion.
He did not offer to call the King, knowing that at this time he was likely to be half in the bottle or still in bed. If he made the attempt they would all be lucky if Vigilante would appear, and if their meeting was to be cut short Ruri would. That was something Heath would never allow, not with his knowledge of it. .Heath10 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d6bdb1; letter-spacing:1px; } .Heath10ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#d6bdb1; text-align:right;} .Heath10 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Heath10 {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#694024; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eath10.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #301402; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#281100; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] 300+ - Jefferson Soul - 03-26-2010 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> He was relieved to know that Cour des Miracles was considered safe, but the concept -- the original point to his presence there as a stranger to their pack -- was being tucked into the uncomfortable cracks somewhere in the back of his mind. His son's words were informative and answered his questions; he didn't need to see the leader to be assured the place was peaceful, but he might have preferred it to discuss negotiations if there was an emergency. That seemed hardly important now, though, although he was so inclined to keep asking such insignificant questions just to avoid having to make actual conversation with the boy he wanted to learn about, but didn't want to frighten away.
- Heath morte dre Soul - 03-27-2010 [html]
He had spoken what he was doing here, and Heath had given the answer to his question. But the other did not turn to leave. Was he not satisfied? The male gave no answer when the tattered beast spoke his next goal, simply not liking the idea of the stranger walking through his homelands. It irked him enough that his pack was so close.
He gave no answer when the male wondered about his name, unsure how he knew it at all. It was the words of his sister that Heath focused on. Perhaps he had been too tangled in his own life to ever go looking for her, but he had spoken his distaste for her living among their sire. He figured she believed that keeping the enemy closer was always wiser, but Heath had felt she had given in and simply bended to Jefferson's will by staying after the three had confronted him. ”She should never have lived there.” She should have stayed with me. He thought, though the two would have ripped each other apart if they stayed together, it was simply their nature.
There was very little that Heath wish to speak to him about, and to know him now would be forgiving the things that had happened. Heath would never be right, never be normal for the things that Maluki had done. And though the same wolf stood before him under at different name Heath did not see anything but the Maluki. Her remembered how the green eyes beast had screamed his new name, claiming that he was forever changed, his memory lost. The last remark was one that Heath could have scoffed at, if his humor was alive at that moment. He spoke simply, and with a hollow tone “How are you going to fix it?” .Heath10 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d6bdb1; letter-spacing:1px; } .Heath10ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#d6bdb1; text-align:right;} .Heath10 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Heath10 {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#694024; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eath10.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #301402; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#281100; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] 300+ - Jefferson Soul - 03-27-2010 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Heath clearly inherited his stubbornness from this guy :I
- Heath morte dre Soul - 03-27-2010 [html] ohh yeah...
How else should it be? Heath wanted to know what their relationship should be like, if it was not this. They should have killed him when the rage and anger was still so heated and raw. He regretted what happened that day, all the regrets equaling the still-breathing beast that stood before him. No, the thoughts did not make his blood boil as it did before. Heath was more moved by the idea of the male walking through the territory and coming closer to those he cared for, then the shadows of the past they shared.
Heath was weighed by the thoughts of Miriette, his dark furred sister passing before his mind’s eye. No, Heath wouldn’t assume that Jefferson would be so bold as to hold her there. It was obvious that he had not given her a single reason to stay, for she left without a word. But the black armed man still wouldn’t be believing those claims entirely, his trust for the other wolf going as far as Heath throw him. If he had not wished for to stay, or pushed the young female to do so why was he surprised in her departure? Heath wondered in silence, eyes nothing more then hard amber.
The answer that came to Heath’s question was something that he could barely listen to. He did, needing to know what it was that Jefferson desired from him. The words touched his mind, and then fell away like dried dead leaves. Perhaps it was his voice that brought Heath so much indifference, and made him wish for solitude and the screeching scream of a dieing rabbit. Both would be more satisfying. But Heath could not believe him, couldn’t take what he had known as the image of his father and place upon it those passive words that told Heath to trust him. Trust that he did not want to hurt him again, to hurt those he loved. He was not a young whelp, and his desire to know and to have a father was no longer present. The coy-wolf had lived without one, and then lived as a loner long enough to adjust to being without the parents that he had needed.
”I have nothing to gain from you, as I owe you nothing.” Not a further glimpse of his life, not his time or respect. Peace, forgiveness. None of it would pass between the two canines, relatives by blood alone and barely that. Heath inhaled, the mare beside him sensing the change in his composure and raising her head. “Its time you left. Perhaps I will ask the King to visit and you two can speak of an alliance.” It was far from a guarantee, and if his true intension was to gain knowledge of he lands Heath was the wrong wolf to have stumbled upon. .Heath10 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d6bdb1; letter-spacing:1px; } .Heath10ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#d6bdb1; text-align:right;} .Heath10 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Heath10 {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#694024; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eath10.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #301402; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#281100; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] 300+ - Jefferson Soul - 03-27-2010 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I guess we're done, then? PM me if you don't want to post again and I'll archive it.
- Heath morte dre Soul - 03-27-2010 [html] k!
There were some choices that needed to be made; his life was only so long, his time no more important then the next creatures… but it was his. He would be use it to the fullest. The world was not a predictable place and in an instant it all could end. Would he spend it with the male that had come looking for something else and surprisingly found him? He thought of the beasts that he did not see enough, the ones that were lost to him and that he could not go looking for. His brother and sister were gone, and Heath’s responsibilities and his ties were here now. If he could not go after them and search for any bit of evidence that they might be well how could he exert the effort that it would take to reverse the mindset that he had lived with his entire life? No, this was his life and he would go through each day creating the experiences and memories that he wished to hold forever. He was not alone, he was not without and yearning for more, and he was not willing to chance it all on a beast that brought such a negative connotation to him each time he lay his eyes on him. There was no fight at his request, but Heath did not gain relief from the words and only from the beast’s turn back. There were no words of good bye, nothing else that Heath wished to say or leave the wolf with. He would not go see him, and likely keep from his pack lands entirely. Just as he had so far. Heath watched the Valley leader walk off, watching his form shrink ever smaller until it was out of sight completely. Still Heath waited, the scent of him lingering and the distrust still swelled in his chest. Lumière nudged his shoulder with her dark face, assuring him that the beast was gone. His light had rested on her nose, finding comfort and security in the touch. He spoke a word of well done, mounted her saddle and gave one more look into the surrounding wilderness. Turning the mare he gently heeled her into a trot, and then urged her forward into a gallop. All of the caged angered released into the horse below him as their speed increased, through the mare it traveled to be pounded into the earth below. .Heath10 b {font-weight:bold; color:#d6bdb1; letter-spacing:1px; } .Heath10ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#d6bdb1; text-align:right;} .Heath10 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Heath10 {margin:0 auto; width:363px; background-color:#694024; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... eath10.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #301402; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#281100; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] 300+ |