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- Pontiac - 01-12-2011 SSWM:1089 Her legs shook as she moved closer and closer to the lands, she had been here before, and she knew that lands, she knew every part of these lands. However something in her told her that it was not the brightest of her ideas to come here. It told her that Jefferson would run her out in a heartbeat if he even caught the smallest amount of her scent. She knew that was a risk going around those lands, but something told her that she had to see them again. She had left so much be hide when she knew that she had to go and be with her sister. The female from the newest pack looked around as she stood upon the border lines of the pack lands that she once called home, the lands where she learned a lot about her-self, learned about love and about trust. She wasn’t sure who was still here and who was gone since the last time her paws walked in these lands. Blue eyes looked around as she gave a darting look at everything that she could see within the pack lands. She couldn’t help it, she knew this was beyond stupid, so foolishly stupid but she wanted to, no, not wanted, more like had to go back to that cabin she shared with him. Just one last visit just one last time to say good bye to a time when thing where simple. Lowering her head and closing her eyes as she took that step over the border lines as she moved past that invisible wall that had both leaders scent marked on that wall. She opened her eyes looking around at the old lands, it was odd and yet warming to be back in these lands. She sighed as she shifted her feet around under her as she knew where she wanted to go first, and that was where she was going to go. With a moist haze going over her eyes as she moved though the lands as she took off to the old cabin that she shared with Ty. Things where strange between the two of them now and as much as she wanted to wipe the slate clean and start all over again…she wasn’t sure if he wanted that now. Heck she did not even know if he wanted her around, she was not sure how he would react to her being around the cabin they used to share, if the golden male even still lived there now. Pontiac hopped not; it would make it easier for her to get her left belonging and leave. Following the trail that Ty had showed her the first time he took her to the house the female she dipped down under some of the branches as she allowed her finger to brush over the fallen log taking in the feeling from it, like by touching it she was touching something from her past and would be able to mend what was wrong between the two estranged lovers. The mist finally made a tear as she looked up from the path that was under her feet what she saw standing in front of her was not something she was ready to see as much as she knew it would be there. The female stood there just looking at the cabin like it was going to jump, move or do something worth watching, she told her-self just get her stuff and be gone before anyone caught her up here. Walking into the door she stood there shaking as she looked around as she made her way to the kitchen, she wanted her cooking things, well not all of them. Just her knifes and her big stone pot. The furs that lined the floor in the extra room she didn’t want her bedding that she had found in some of the older houses in the village she didn’t want. She would leave them for him or she would leave them for the next warm body that took over this cabin. If someone ever took it up because it really was hidden quite well within the pack lands. Putting down the heavy pot with her knifes she stopped at Ty’s bed as she leaned against the door of the room as she wrapped her arms around herself as she lowered her head. She couldn’t help it. She walked into his room as she sat down upon the bed as her fingers ran over his pillow and then down the covers. She wanted so badly to go back to how things where before them both took off and they both went their own way. Why did the fates seem to have it out for her? Standing up she walked over to her old bed, that she had placed a nail over top of the bed within arm’s reach. Sitting down on the bed she looked out the window that was on the right side of her bed, it was a wonderful out looking to the small yard where she had hoped that one day she could have had pups running and playing while she was cooking the kill that Ty had brought home. She wanted to be the little house wife, but it was just a dream. With a heavy sigh she stood up as she walked back over to the heavy stone pot picking it up with an “opfhh” she lifted the pot over her shoulder lugging it out of the front door, walking down the steps as she placed the pot upon the ground as she walked back to the door as she shut the door, hearing it click be hide her she gave a deep painful heart breaking sigh, knowing that really unless her sister came back to these lands she would never live here anymore, even if her and Ty got back together again. She knew her place was with her sister. Picking on the pot she moved down the path slowly as she found a place to put the pot down, she placed her hands on the lips of the pot as she panted, tongue rolled out of her mouth. The pot was heavy. She knocked her hat off her head whipping her head as she stood there panting as she started to push the pot hoping to get it over the border lines before any one seen her, and then she would worry about covering up the markings that she left on the ground from her trek . - Tala Djose - 01-16-2011 [html] wc 1,064 10+
The ears of the female perked as she heard a subtle dragging noise. What was that? It was unfamiliar, the object in question could not be identified just by the noise it made alone. She found herself moving again, this time it was towards the noise. It took her a few moments, but she came across a strange woman wearing a hat, it was not a person she had met before. The eyes blinked and her head cocked, who was this, and what was she doing fighting with that stone pot? “Excuse me,Do you need some help?” her voice was soft and a small smile spread across her face, it was weak, her mind not completely over the trip down memory lane. “My name is Tala Djose. Pleasure to meet you.” She might as well introduce her to this unknown pack member. What was she doing lugging a pot like that over the borders anyway? .tala-d04 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .tala-d04 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .tala-d04 b {color:#FCDBEA; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .tala-d04 {background-color:#AE909D; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/tala.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3C2C33; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:270px 0px 10px 0px; } .tala-d04-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Pontiac - 01-16-2011 [html] sswm:707 White socked legs stood in the snow with the stone pot that she had used to make more than one meal for Ty when they did live together. It killed her that they where no longer a couple. She looked in the area of where the house was that they lived together in, with a sad mist in her eyes. Her mind flashed back to a time when she and the golden male lived there, as roommates that was when her feeling for the male had come to be and he was ever so kind, and ever so sweet to her. It was hard for her not to let her heart fall out to him. Fingers moved over the stone pot, as another flash back started in her mind. The day she taught him how to cook, aw the memories. That day he took off early and went hunting. The tan and white female was a member of these lands then, she got up early and she found some fresh vegetable that morning, she cleaned them, she peeled them. Then when he came home she went to work right away skinning, and draining the blood for the broth. She had made him a stew with the deer meat that he had brought back home for the two roommates at the time to share. She sighed as she moved her hand to the inside of the pot. Shaking her head and whipping away the lone tear that slowly made its way down her muzzle with a sniff. She knew she needed to suck it up and move on, he would find someone that could better love him. She would try to understand when really she knew she never could. The snow blew with the wind as it piled around the huge stone pot that the female sort of stole, sort of took back from the male’s cabin. She felt a rush of wind, as it blew though her coat she shivered wrapping her arms around her-self as she rubbed her bear arms. A soft voice spoke to her, Pontiac gasped from the shock of being spooked out of her mind. Not only was she trespassing but to the blind eye she was also taking something from the pack. The tan and white female was well aware this was not looking good, not good at all. ”Oh..uhm..” She looked around as she tried to find someone or something that could vouch for who she was, and maybe help her out of this pickle. ”This looks really bad don’t it?” She offered a meek smile as she rubbed a finger over the lip of the pot.”I guess if you want you could help me take my pot here back to my pack.” Pontiac stepped to the side as she made a presented the huge grey stone pot that she had drugged from the cabin that she and Ty had shared. ”I use to live here. Well not here, here. But in a cabin with Ty! He’s still sort of new again. I kind of left my pot in the house that we lived in together. I swear I’m not stealing. Well okay I’m stealing. But I’m stealing what’s mine. I swear!?” She wasn’t sure what else she could say to let the Phoenix Valley pack female to see that she was not taking something that belonged to someone in the pack. ”Oh!” She rolled up onto her toes as she brought her hands together with a clap in front of her chest with a smile. ”I’m Pontiac D’Angelo!” She smiled as she let her hands drop down as she rolled off the tips of her toes. Now standing flat footed upon the snowy grounds. ” Zepar in the Anathema pack! Nice to meet you Tala Djose! How’s grumpy old Jefferson doing? Still being a grump?” She gave a chuckle as she shifted to lean against the stone pot again. She looked down into the pot seeing the few knifes that she took from the kitchen they shared then smiling back up to the female. Everything here was like a walk in memory park, however she was sure this looked just wrong to this female that said her name was Tala. .pontiac-q30 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .pontiac-q30 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .pontiac-q30 b {color:#141D11; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .pontiac-q30 {background-color:#A1AD9C; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/_pontiac.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#394235; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:240px 0px 10px 0px; } .pontiac-q30-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Tala Djose - 01-16-2011 [html] wc679 Well, this was quite the peculiar sight now wasn't it. This was a woman she had never met before, dragging such a heavy stone pot out of the packlands whic had been apparently stolen, yet not stolen, from a home of the man named Ty. Tala wasn't exactly sure what to say, the whole siutation sort of baffled the young woman. The moment she thought she knew the words to say her mind stopped, pulling a loop and stopping to think. wait, what? To tell the truth the woman didn't look like she was out to start trouble. The woman who called herself Pontiac even seemed a bit troubled by the whole situation. This was alla bit weird, in the amber eyes of the fae. She shifted the weight on her legs as she watched the woman, mouth parted slightly as if the woreds were being debated on her tongue. "This is all..a bit odd. I cannot like about it and say I was prepared for this. You say the pot is yours, but you left it here? Aren't abandoned items just that, abandoned and no longer belonging to anyone?" Her words were a bit confused, the look radiated from her eyes. Though her tone was still kind. She was not going to snap at the woman for this. She wasn;t sure what to snap at. Clearing her throat slightly Tala watched the woman, her gaze occasionally looking down to the pot. The wind carried the scent of Phoenix Valley long lost, the mountain pack much more evident in the scent. So, if she was from Anathema, she knew just where to point if this was the wrong choice.
.tala-d04 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .tala-d04 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .tala-d04 b {color:#FCDBEA; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .tala-d04 {background-color:#AE909D; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/tala.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3C2C33; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:270px 0px 10px 0px; } .tala-d04-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Pontiac - 01-18-2011 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... ctable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> SSWM:737 The tan and white Anathema Zepar knew that this did not look good, not good at all she looked like a common thief. A common thief stealing a rather big stone cooking pot with a few knifes in it. She still did not have a clue how the female would take to it, even after proving that she did know thing about these packs that not just any one would…well okay so just about anyone would know that Jefferson was a grump, and just about anyone can meet a member of this pack and say that they lived here with them at one point or another. She kicked her foot in the snow as the grey dappled female spoke as she then twisted her foot around in the snow making a wonderful icky snow, grass, and mud mix. She looked up at the female as she laughed with a nod, this Tala was not joking what so ever this did not look good. But the female had a point. Pontiac lowered her voice, as she nodded she had a great point”Yeahhhh…” She did not want to leave her cooking pot behide when it looked like it had not been used. ”But..but it not being used, in a cabin that not being used. So I know I’m trespassing…buhhhht I really really loved my pot..” She hung her head down in shame as she twisted the front of her pads in the mess that she was making under her. While the Valley female cleared her voice, Pontiac’s face became guiltier and guiltier the longer they went without words the longer her face grew with guilt plastered all over it, she knew that the right thing would be to offer to put the pot back, but she did not want to, she wanted at least this one thing that she could always have in memory of her and Ty. Surely she would understand, if Pontiac told her everything, but there were some things that were in her heart that she felt was best left for her and Ty. She jumped forward on her toes as she picked her head up with a squeal her hands clapped in front of her chest, as she bounced up and down on her feet. ”Really? She squealed again as she jumped forward to hug the Valley member, stopping half way as she put her hand up in the air. As the tan and white female giggled with embarrassment echoing in her giggle. ”Whoops …sorry!” Pontiac took her own hands as she brought them down in front of her waist. She nodded over and over, as she repeated her own words over and over again ”Yes, yes, yes!” If this was the worst that she was going to get from this pack member of the Valley then she could deal with it. She was just glad she did not have to give up her beloved pot. Shifting her weight and trying to control her excitement the female leaned against her pot, the whole matter that she was here for. A laugh and a smile slipped though Pontiac’s mouth.”It’s good to see that even though the war is over that he has not changed any. I loved him though!” She smiled as she looked up as she did not think twice about what she had just said, then her own words repeated in her mind as she gasped. ”Oh! Not like that! Sorta like a big brother, but I loved him as a leader he is, well was for me a great leader!” She sighed as her finger traced over the pot’s lips. ”I love this pot…well…not sure it’s the pot or the man that I last used it for...But oh well neither here nor there.” She shrugged her shoulders as she looked back down to Tala. ”Let’s see. Pripyat, how’s he doing? Gaining and growing well still? I bet he’s just the cutest little pup ever!” The Anathema had been gone longer then what she was aware of, the last time she knew of seeing Jefferson’s son he was just a little thing that just started to get brave enough to leave his mother’s side. ”Oh and Adonia? Is she still here? I miss talking to her. We use to have so much fun!” Ahh the memories of these lands where a lot for her, but she was better off where she was now, with her sisters. - Tala Djose - 01-18-2011 [html] wc 644 It's not that Tala wanted to be rude, but being serious when she had to be was important, especially with the rank she had as well as the job she had to do with such rank. If she did not do her job when she had to, how could she call herself a pack member? If she just let wolves from other packs, even loners just do as they pleased, what kind of member would she be? She'd hardly be a member at all, and she;d definitely hear about it from more than one mouth. She was not a pup, this was not a game. Tala had to keep the interest and safety of the pack and their belongings in mind at all times when there were strangers on the land, or even at the borders. This woman spoke of being in the pack but Tala had no way of knowing if it was truth or lies unless she had a second opinion, someone who knew the pack longer than she did. She was going by gut feeling here, and sometimes that was the wrong idea. "Even if it was in a cabin unused, being unused. It still belongs to our pack. So that logic really gets you nowhere. Miss Pontiac."
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