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- Punk - 04-29-2008 Please forgive me for rustiness, Punk has made an absurd age jump due to the date difference in the game she was moved from. x.x; A one year old wolf as versus a seven year old one is a bit tough to do. I'm sure I'll catch up with my girl, though. [html]
- Umbra - 04-29-2008 [html]
^.^ Yay for having you back.
Traveling around the way he had done seemed to have done Umbra no good. Everywhere he went, he'd run into those shapeshifting half-wolves. And frankly, it made his skin crawl, even when they didn't attack him for no reason at all. All that gimcrack specialness only made them strange and creepy. So after having washed himself off and -- of course -- run into that black one, he'd headed south along the shore. Surely, he thought, he'd be able to avoid others then? Despite the cold breeze coming from the sea, Umbra liked it. There was a certain peace in the continuous movement of the waves, and the random cry of a seagull calling for its mate -- or so he assumed. It wasn't as though he was an expert at birds. Following the shoreline for a while, he paused when he saw another wolf at some distance. Damn it. But then he frowned thoughtfully. The salty wind complicated things, but he didn't think he could scent any of that oddness that almost all the others had given off. The female was as far as he could tell a loner, and it was those two things in combination that made him approach her. "Hello there," he said when he came close enough to speak to her normally. Pausing, he tilted his head a little to the side as he waited for her response. Now that the distance was less and his assumptions seemed to be correct, he felt safer. - Punk - 05-20-2008 Yay for being back! [html]
- Umbra - 05-23-2008 [html]
Lol, Umbra's going all @.@ in my head at the colors.
Umbra paused when the wolf half turned to face him. He'd thought that she was white, which was something he hadn't seen often, but he'd never seen a wolf with those colors. She looked like a rainbow had fallen down from the sky and crashed on her. But strange-looking or not, he was fairly certain she was a real wolf. "I'm called Umbra, formerly of Tertia Lunae," he introduced himself. She probably wouldn't recognize the name of his pack -- it had been small and they hadn't made much noise -- but he felt that it would be more correct to introduce himself that way. "Perhaps I might have your name?" Part of him was elated that he'd finally found another real wolf, whereas the other half of him worried that with her... colorfulness, she'd be positively inclined to the freaks. But then again, maybe he'd be able to turn her aright on that matter? - Punk - 05-28-2008 Lol, What can I say? She's an attention whore. XD [html]
- Umbra - 05-30-2008 [html]
But we likes attention whores, we does.
"It's a pleasure meeting you, Punk Saturnin," he replied, and then frowned slightly. Perhaps... Had he heard that name before? Saturnin... It sounded familiar; perhaps his mother had at some point mentioned it? Or perhaps he'd just had a distant relative named something with Saturn? And did it really matter if he had? He knew that he didn't want to be judged by his family; he was himself and no one else. But the question was now: How did he proceed? What would he speak of with this lady? He would need to -- somehow -- find out her disposition towards the freaks, but that wouldn't really be a good thing to start with, would it? He came a little closer, now that they had introduced themselves and it had become clear that neither was aggressive. "Are you from these parts, or did you come with all the rest across the mountains?" he asked curiously. "I'm from the other side," he added as he sat down. "But I'd left my pack even before the fire, so it didn't make much of a difference to me where I looked for like-minded to possibly share a pack with." It was almost curious, how he had no problems telling her about himself; had she asked, it might even have been possible he would have told her at least some of his secrets. It was strange, because he had no actual reason to trust her. He'd just met her. |