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- Blind - 09-21-2011 Blind was tired. She had been wandering for many moons now, cold and alone. She had seen very few creatures along her journey, or at least very few that looked like her. Where were all of the wolves that her mother had once told her lived around these parts? Had she wandered too far? She was tired of not having anyone to talk to…tired of not having a home. A light breeze drifted past Blind, ruffling her dark fur and sending a chill tearing through her body. How long had she been walking today? She didn’t know, but her aching legs were telling her it was time to rest. No, just a bit farther, she thought. I have to at least find a tree to rest under, it looks like it’s going to rain. Pushing herself one more mile, she found a small tree and curled up in the shade of its branches. Her eyelids grew heavy, exhaustion fighting her will to stay awake and alert, when suddenly a unique smell caught in the wind demanded her attention. This was a smell she hadn’t encountered in a very long time. This was the smell of another wolf. Her ears perked as another breeze pushed her to her feet – not just one wolf, a pack! Lifting her nose into the air, her heart began to race as she took a step forward. She wanted so badly to investigate, but she knew better than to just go trotting around the borders of a strange pack’s territory. The wind whistled in her attentive ears, telling her to go…GO! Bolting forward, Blind ran in the direction of the smell, ignoring the growing pain in her offset hip. When she knew she had reached the pack’s borderline, she stopped. Don’t take another step forward, her mother’s voice echoed in Blind’s mind. Every wolf knows that trespassing is a no-no. Remembering what her mother told her to do next, she lifted her snout into the air and let out the loudest and longest howl she could muster. Then, lowering slightly to the ground and tucking her tail between her legs, she waited. - Soran Aatte - 09-23-2011 [html] Hello there! Welcome to 'Souls, I'm Maddi The weather was unpleasant today, it seemed that the sudden arrival of autumn had turned the weather. The wind was cool and it appeared that rain was not far off. The sable female was sitting beneath a tree, relaxing, she knew that she would have to go inside soon enough, but for the moment she was simply enjoying herself, she was delighted that her children had arrived here whilst she had been away in Anathema. It had been a wonderful surprise to come home to, discovering the pair of them curled up on her bed, she had been overjoyed to see them, throwing down her canvas satchel and pulling them both into a warm hug, it had been too long since she had seen her sable daughters, they had chosen to stay in the old pack when she had decided that she would come home to Crimson Dreams. Here she felt that she had a purpose, that she was needed, she felt that she was important here and not just the Alphess' mate as she had been in the older pack, her children had seemed to be content there though and she had accepted it when they had chosen to stay, but now her daughters had decided to come and live with her, it was wonderful, perhaps this was a good sign. Perhaps this was the start of good things happening, perhaps her other children would come to these lands as well, maybe they could form a family once again, she missed them all so very much, she even missed Haven, even though he was only across the lands in another pack. With the current war the female was always on edge, it had made her appreciate her family far more than she had done in the past, she missed them, she simply wanted them close to her, to know that they were safe within the lands, that they were not in any danger from the Aniwayan menace. Soran's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a loud howl that called across the lands, she raised her dark head and gazed in the direction that the howl had come from, her velvet ears turning to listen to the call, the silver hoops in the tip of her left ear glinting as the light caught them. She rose slowly, her long legs stretching out, her green eyes narrowed, she was unsure whether or not this wolf would be friend or foe, with the current war she could not help but to be a little cautious when going to greet newcomers. Once she had finished stretching she took off towards the howl, in her lupus form, something that was not usual for her, she padded across the lands quickly, her long legs taking her to the source of the howl. She reached the border soon enough and gazed at the female, her green eyes assessing her. Even though she was usually a kindly, welcoming wolf she fluffed up her fur to make herself look bigger and flattened her ears against her skull, her eyes narrowing, she could not allow herself to trust anyone, this might be an Aniwayan trick after all. Although she was almost certain that this wolf was a newcomer, she could not catch any scent but her own from her, she could not afford to be trusting, her leader had been lost to the other pack, kidnapped, she could not allow such a terrible thing to happen again. .freebsep43 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #000000; } .freebsep43 p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .freebsep43 {margin:0 auto; width:505px; background-color:#06132b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YaPWo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 130px 0px 8px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8690b0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} .freebsep43 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freebsep43 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> WC: 633
Table by the fabulous Alli[/html] - Blind - 09-23-2011 Blind’s anxiety climbed as the minutes passed, seeming like hours. ‘Be patient,’ she mentally reminded herself, ‘and don’t forget what you’ve been taught.’ The tip of her tail twitched beneath her belly, and soon her hip bothered her to the point of needing to shift her weight. Would anyone come to greet her? Would they be friendly if they did come? Would they attack her? The thought of having to fight made Blind sick to her stomach – she could hunt, but she was too weak to defend herself. Blind tried to stay positive. The thought of new friends made her heart skip a beat; they could be just beyond those trees! She nestled close to the ground, listening to every noise around her and honing in on every smell. Then, suddenly, a new noise and a new smell yanked her to her feet. Her ears perked and her nose stayed pointed toward the disturbance, her heart threatening to tear out of her chest. When the dark female emerged from the shadows, Blind’s eyes widened – she had never seen a wolf like this before: the piercing green eyes, the silver rings…it was fascinating. Catching herself, Blind immediately dropped to the ground, flattened her ears, and tucked her tail again. She lowered her gaze to the ground, her view suddenly filled with a set of powerful paws. Blind’s excitement quickly transformed to fear, realizing that if she DID have to fight, she wouldn’t stand a chance against this stranger. The female greeted her sharply, the words tangling together in Blind’s mind. She stood still. ‘Say something!’ squeaked Blind’s subconscious. Keeping her eyes on the female’s paws, Blind cleared her throat in a feeble attempt to muster some courage. Finally, finding her voice, she said, “My name’s Blind. I am no threat to you or your pack; I only come seeking a home of my own, and maybe some answers.” Blind replayed her words in her mind; she supposed it was a suitable response. She was surprised by the sound of her own voice, for she’d been alone for so long that she hadn’t heard it – there was no need to talk to herself. But she couldn’t get distracted right now. This could be the alphess, after all, and she couldn’t afford to look spacey in front of a leader. - Soran Aatte - 09-24-2011 [html] Sorry if Soran's a bit mean at the moment, she's all tense, she's a big softie usually though XD The sable female assessed the younger girl with her eyes as they stood there, she had a similar pelt colour to her own, with eyes that reminded her of her former mate. Her former mate had had one blue eye and one yellow eye, as had her sons, she wondered for a moment if this was one of Deuce's children, she knew from speaking to her pale lover that she had had other children outside of these lands, perhaps this girl was her child, coming home as Soran's own children had done? The ebony Patrician looked down tat the nervous stance of the girl, she had seen wolves submit before but had never seen it to such an extreme, she herself had never submitted at the borders when hoping to join, but that was more circumstance than her lack of manners, when joining her first pack, Syemv, she had been badly injured and losing blood, she had been as submissive with her words as she could be, but could not manage any movements for fear she might collapse. And then when she had arrived here her son had been the Alpha, there had been no question to her joining, he had simply offered her a home, she had not had to ask, upon returning here recently she had returned as an old friend, the Consul remembering her from all that time ago, there had been warm words and hugs rather than submission and asking to come home. Soran's icy disposition was melted a little by this younger girl, she seemed very polite and as she spoke the sable female nodded. It suddenly occured to her that this might be an Aniwayan trick, some ploy to infiltrate the lands, but surely they would not send someone who appeared so exhausted? Then again this could be a part of the ploy, to send in someone who seemed to be no danger whatsoever, who would let the guardians in in the depths of the night. The sable female lowered her head so that her face would be in the eyeline of the submissive girl, who she now knew was named Blind, her scarred face was far softer than it had been when she had first greeted the girl. .freebsep43 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #000000; } .freebsep43 p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .freebsep43 {margin:0 auto; width:505px; background-color:#06132b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YaPWo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 130px 0px 8px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8690b0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} .freebsep43 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freebsep43 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> WC: 621
Table by the fabulous Alli[/html] - Blind - 09-24-2011 A flicker of the stranger’s green eyes caught Blind’s attention, her warm expression allowing Blind to relax ever so slightly and lift her gaze just a bit. A fraction of faith warranted Blind to wonder if maybe this wolf was friendly, and that, if she behaved herself, she might make an acquaintance at the very least. Blind could tell by the experience in the wolf’s voice and disposition that she was younger than this female. Adults were all Blind had ever come into contact with – in fact, her parents were the only other canines she had come into contact with period – and the momentary motherly nature of this woman made her feel slightly comforted. But who were these Aniwayans she spoke of so nervously? A rival pack perhaps? Creatures not like them at all? Either way, Blind figured it best to prove her innocence as the she-wolf requested. “I cannot swear on all I hold dear because I have lost it not long ago,” Blind began. “My mother starved to death in an attempt to fend for me, my father left us when I was young and I’m not sure if he’s even still alive, and my siblings lives were ended not long after their birth. But, if they were still here, I would swear on them all. I mean you and your family no harm, and I have not belonged to much more than myself as of late. If I step out of place at all I give you permission to do with me as you see fit.” Blind’s words shocked even herself, for they sounded more like something her mother would say than what she would. Because of that, Blind knew her mother was watching over her. A small gust of wind ruffled Blind’s fur as if reassuring her of her thoughts, and her heart slowed its frantic pace. A faint and inexplicable determination to prove her worth to this wolf began to rise in Blind’s chest; if given the chance, she would show this wise female that she could be an asset to her pack, and perhaps in turn she might gain a new guardian. Blind’s nose twitched in an attempt to conceal a shake of her head. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she thought to herself, ‘creatures have much better things to be doing than mothering you.’ - Soran Aatte - 09-24-2011 [html] The sable wolf's ears turned to listen to the female speak, she nodded as she spoke. For a moment her ears drooped at the girl's tale, it seemed that she had had so much sorrow in her life, Soran could indeed relate to that, she had lost her mother at birth, her father had murdered her, and then he had tried to kill her as well, luckily Becca, a pale mother wolf had taken her in, but he had killed her as well in time, along with her adoptive brother, oh yes the dark patrician knew of loss, perhaps more than most. The ice around her heart melted as the female spoke, being replaced by a friendly motherly feeling, as the girl finished the female's face visibly changed, changing from its cold expression to a much warmer one, her eyes gaining their usual friendly light. A smile graced her lips as she looked at the female now, relaxing, her fur returning to its usual place, her ears shifting back to a relaxed position. She looked at the girl in her submissive posture, she thought for a moment that she could not possibly be comfortable, she stood for a moment, stretching out her lithe legs. .freebsep43 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #000000; } .freebsep43 p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .freebsep43 {margin:0 auto; width:505px; background-color:#06132b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YaPWo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 130px 0px 8px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8690b0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} .freebsep43 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freebsep43 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> WC: 696
Table by the fabulous Alli[/html] - Blind - 09-24-2011 Blind relaxed at the woman’s words and eventually lifted her head to meet her gaze. The smile on Soran’s face tugged a sheepish smile across Blind’s own lips, the relief of not having to lean on her leg anymore flooding her hind-quarters. “No offense was taken, Soran,” Blind said. “I understand that war might be stressful, at the very least.” Wondering what might provoke such feelings in another creature to lead them to kidnapping, Blind felt remorse for Soran’s losses. “I can’t imagine what it might be like having to live in worry that your friends and family might be taken right out from under your snout,” she said, looking at her paws sadly. The young she-wolf’s nerves suddenly climbed again at the thought of having to endure a second meeting, not to mention waiting in the rain. Blind hated the feeling of wet, matted fur, and the way the cold made her hip ache. But she had to endure if she didn’t want to spend another night without shelter. Blind mulled over the rest of the she-wolf’s words in her mind, and then, like a confused pup tilted her head to one side. “Luperci,” she repeated. She remembered the stories her mother used to tell her about the wolves who could stand on two legs, and how intrigued she had been by this concept. Every so often, when her mother wasn’t looking, Blind would try to stand on her hind legs. After many bruises and sprained ankles, however, she was convinced that walking like a human was not a talent she possessed. Blind chuckled at the memories. “No, I am a wolf through and through. One of my hind legs is shorter than the other, making it difficult for me to even walk on my fours at times because of the pain in my offset hip. This also makes it hard for me to hunt large or slippery game like elk and fish.” Blind’s ears flattened again, though only slightly, due to her embarrassment. They then perked right up again, her tail wagging proudly, as she said, “But I can hunt rabbit pretty well! I love the way they taste, so sometimes I ignore the pain just to catch one.” Crouching low to the ground in a stalking position, Blind licked her lips hungrily, her tail wagging madly now. She then looked up at Soran, her tail slowing to a lazy flop as she silently hoped that she would find this as exciting as Blind did. - Soran Aatte - 09-24-2011 [html] The large sable lady smiled at the female and nodded as she replied, glad that the younger girl had not taken offence to her earlier actions, she could not help it, with the turmoil within the lands it was dangerous to trust any stranger, she had greeted Nakota at the borders with a knife in her hand. She did not want it to be this way but unfortunately it was simply the way of the world now, the way they had to live for the time being, hopefully peace would come soon, but the ebony Patrician could not help but worry that there was no dawn to come after the darkness that had fallen across the lands. She listened as the female spoke, shaking her head sadly as the girl made it clear that she understood the pack's current plight. The female listened as the female replied, so she was a simple wolf was she? Well there was nothing wrong with that in the lady's green eyes, sometimes a lupus form was a lot more useful than the Optime form, though in some cases having hands became very useful, Soran would be unable to cope without her hands, she was too avid a reader, a writer and a flautist to not use her hands. Usually she was in her Optime form, standing tall at almost seven feet, her mane was long and was rather wavy and curled, she enjoyed her bipedal form greatly. The younger girl mentioned that she could not hunt certain game because of her hip, the sable female nodded slowly, taking in the information, hoping that Savina would not see this as a mark against the girl when she arrived to assess her. .freebsep43 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #000000; } .freebsep43 p {text-indent:0px; padding:6px 16px; margin:0px;} .freebsep43 {margin:0 auto; width:505px; background-color:#06132b; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YaPWo.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 130px 0px 8px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8690b0; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.5px; text-align:justify;} .freebsep43 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .freebsep43 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> WC: 756
Table by the fabulous Alli[/html] - Blind - 09-24-2011 A look of surprise took over Blind’s face. “You’re a grandmother?” she asked, her eyes wide. She then realized how awful her question sounded and she quickly added, “I mean, you seemed as though you couldn’t be much older than my own mother.” Blind looked the sable female over, still unconvinced. And, noticing the large scar that adorned her face, she wondered if she might hear the story behind it someday. Taking in Soran’s words, Blind thought about what it might be like to walk and use her paws for more than just digging or catching prey; it would be interesting, if nothing else. But Blind wondered if, for some reason, she didn’t like being Luperci, she might be stuck that way. “Maybe you can tell me more about being Luperci and then I can decide?” Blind offered. The thought of Soran’s lessons made Blind wonder what she looked like in her shifted form. Blind then thought about her leg; there was no telling what the change might do to it. On the one hand, it could make life a lot easier. On the other, it could cause even more pain than she had to deal with now. She shuddered at the thought of being crippled even further. When Soran lowered to the ground to match Blind’s moves, a goofy grin spread across her dark muzzle. She yipped playfully and wagged her tail again, trying to suppress her childish urge to pounce. Deprived of the chance to mock-fight with her siblings, she wondered if she might have been more skilled at fighting if she had learned. But this was an adult – who seemed to approve of her, for that matter – and she wasn’t about to ruin her impression. The question of other talents pulled Blind into a pensive, sitting position. All she had really ever needed to know how to do was hunt and, on occasion, swim. She rifled through every memory she could recall, trying to withdraw an instance where a hidden skill had revealed itself. Blind’s eyes suddenly brightened as she began to recount a day at the lake when her mother was particularly upset, and Blind had been able to calm her. “So, I guess you could say I have some counseling experience of sorts,” Blind concluded. “My mom always told me I was smarter than most wolves my age.” - Soran Aatte - 09-24-2011 [html] Feel free to add Leader needed to your title now, you do that by clicking edit on your first post and it will let you edit the title Erin seems to have been a little busy at the moment, so we'll just continue and she'll no doubt jump in whenever she's ready WC: 742 The sable lady chuckled as the girl looked at her with wide eyes, her voice shocked as she commented on her being a grandmother, Soran was not at all offended by this, in fact many of the wolves she met were shocked when she told them that she had grandchildren. In fact she was a little flattered that wolves considered her to look young enough not to be a grandmother. She smiled at the younger girl. The female laughed as the girl began almost pouncing at her, seeming very playful. She could not help but allow it to bring a soft smile to her face as she laughed at the younger girl, bouncing back at her as well. The girl asked about being a Luperci and the female nodded, happily agreeing that she would answer any questions that she might have about being a Luperci. [/html] - Blind - 09-25-2011 Okay, great! Thank you! WC: 613 -- Blind was surprised at how well Soran took her childish play, and for a moment she wondered if her mother had directed her to this woman in order for her to learn what she couldn’t as a child. Blind toppled onto her back, exposing her dark belly, and stared at the greying sky; she could relax now. “I think you’re toying with me,” Blind said with a wink, “you can’t possibly be a GREAT grandmother. How old are you exactly?” The young she-wolf immediately scolded herself and reformed her response again: “That is, if you don’t mind me asking.” Surveying Soran’s calm demeanor led Blind to letting her guard down, and she nearly forgot about the stress of meeting the alphess. As far as she was concerned, she had found a friend, and that was good enough for her. The promise of a future story meant that maybe she didn’t have to worry about losing this new friend either, and this made Blind feel safe. Talk of Luperci made the young wolf’s imagination run away with itself; she thought of walking, doing things with her hands, and learning to do the things that Soran and the other Luperci knew how to do. However, she was still unsure. She enjoyed being a wolf, born and raised, and she feared that if she changed, she might upset nature’s purpose for her and, of course, her mother’s spirit. Blind failed to realize how much she missed her mother at times. Some moments were harder than others, and being in the presence of a wolf with motherly experience tugged at a few of Blind’s heartstrings. She wondered what her mother would say if she knew she were trying to join a pack. Rhia had always been so adamantly against pack life that she forbade Blind from even associating with pups born in them. She didn’t understand it when she was younger, but as she aged, she came to know of her mother’s stubborn independence. However, Blind knew she wouldn’t survive without a home much longer. Though her heart was strong, her body was not, and she feared another prey-scarce winter would mean the end of her young life. When Soran asked specifically what Blind wanted to know, her mind drew a blank. Explanations were nice, but Blind secretly wished that she could see Soran in her Optime form, just to ease her curiosity. Finally the young wolf said, “I suppose there’s nothing too specific that I wish to know about the Luperci…” As she trailed off, she looked away shyly. As Soran mentioned calling the alphess and then lifted her head to do so, Blind watched intently. And as she expressed to Blind that her talents might be needed in the pack, she felt a pang of excitement flood through her. The she-wolf then said she would like to stick around to talk, and Blind smiled a little. “I would be okay with that,” she said humbly. However, inside Blind was overjoyed. Not only did she enjoy the company, but she very much liked talking with Soran. Suddenly a thought surfaced in Blind’s mind, causing her to turn onto her side to face the dark female. “Soran,” she said, the feel of the she-wolf’s name on her tongue sending a strange spark through her body, “If I did want to become Luperci, would YOU be able to change me?” A crack of thunder in the distance made Blind jump, a shriek escaping her lips as she hid her face beneath her paws. Her hindquarters stuck straight in the air while her tail tucked between her legs, and her frail frame shook slightly. Oh, how Blind hated thunder. - Soran Aatte - 09-25-2011 [html] No problem whatsoever Welcome to Bleeding Souls WC: 1104 Sorry I have rambled a little XD The sable female was amused by the girl's actions, she reminded her of her own children, they had always had cheerful playful natures, well except for Dhalia, but she was a strange anomaly, too much like her father. It was nice to be around someone who seemed to be bright and carefree, with all the playfulness of youth residing within her. For a moment Soran could allow herself to feel care free and playful again, despite all that was happening in the pack, despite her eldest daughter being upset about her moving into this pack, betraying her, she had once been the Alphess of this pack, but she had committed an act so dark and dangerous that she had been banished, it made the sable female's heart ache to know that her almost daughter felt betrayed by the pack, that she had been cast out, but she had deserved it, it was not a descision that had been made lightly and now the pale girl was the leader of another pack, with another litter of pups playing about her feet, she seemed happy enough. Blind looked at her and refused to believe that she was a great grandmother, asking how old she was, Soran noticed how she checked what she had said, perhaps thinking herself rude, the sable female did not mind being asked though, she had experience with young wolves, wolves much younger than the girl that stood before her and they too had been filled with many questions, questions that could be considered far more impertinant that what this younger female had just asked. The lady let out a soft chuckle at the girl's disbelief, in all truth she was rather flattered by the young girl being unable to agree that she could indeed be a great grandmother. The female seemed rather interested in the idea of Luperci, seeming to trail off in her mind, perhaps thinking about the prospect of being a Luperci. Soran herself had been fascinated by the tall bipedal wolves that seemed to dominate the ranks of her old pack, she had been unable to help but stare at them, it wasn't until she had had a fight with Laruku, now long dead, that she had discovered that she herself was a Luperci, changing when she had fallen on the sharp piece of flint that she now wore around her neck on a thin leather strap, adorned with beads and feathers. Along with that she had a small silver pentagram around her neck, on a thin silver chain, a present from her former mate, the pale lady with the bi coloured eyes who had so recently returned home. She smiled at the young girl as she said that she had no specific questions about being a Luperci, she nodded slowly. The girl then asked if Soran herself would be able to change her into a Luperci, the sable female smiled, it was rather an honour to be asked to do something that was so life changing for someone, she was indeed rather touched by this suggestion. [/html] - Blind - 09-25-2011 ((Haha no problem, you do what you gotta do And thank you! Glad to be here. WC:466)) -- Watching as Soran motioned to the grey hairs in her fur, Blind felt relieved that she had not taken offense to her blunt words. She was surprised, too, that talking with Soran came a lot easier than talking with her own mother sometimes did. It came so easy, in fact, that Blind had to remind herself not to get too comfortable right away, for she had an odd tendency to be rather affectionate with those she felt comfortable with or even cared about; she remembered vividly the instances when her mother would ask her to not sit so close or not be so “snuggly,” because Rhia was quite the opposite from her daughter when it came to affection. Blind suddenly grew excited as Soran explained how she would show her how to shift and even in forms she didn’t know existed. Talk of the alphess, too, made Blind curious as to how she would react to the stranger, and if Soran would talk her up or leave the young wolf to do her own bidding. Either way, she was anxious to do what she needed to in order to join Soran’s pack. Admiring the older wolf’s necklace, Blind wondered if maybe she would also have memories and trinkets like her one day. The only memories she had held on to were the ones in which her mother… Blind immediately stopped herself. ‘Really, that’s enough about Mom,’ she thought to herself. It was high time she made something of herself and stopped living in the past. She loved her mother, but sometimes she wondered if maybe she had become a little too dependent on her. She didn’t need anyone to depend on now anyway; she had gone many moons without anyone by her side, and she could do it again if she needed to…however, Blind secretly hoped she didn’t. The young wolf smiled when Soran mentioned gladly changing her if need be. She felt comforted by the fact that this stranger had proved to be so kind and helpful, and wondered if maybe all wolves were like this instead of being as heinous and self-righteous as her mother had once made her believe. If she could form a relationship with all creatures like she had with Soran, it would make life a lot easier. “I would be grateful for your assistance Soran,” Blind said, finally deciding it might be time to stop thinking and start talking again. When the thunder sounded and spooked Blind into hiding, she was surprised at her own reaction to Soran’s touch: she immediately tucked her head under the woman’s chin and surveyed her surroundings. Then realizing what she had done, Blind slipped out from under Soran and sat beside her, grooming her lame leg with her tongue as if nothing had happened. - Soran Aatte - 09-26-2011 [html] Have you got the hang of that posting table yet? WC: 810 The sable wolf watched the girl with interest, she seemed excited at the prospect of Soran shifting into her Optime form, for a moment the dark Patrician considered doing so, but it was something that might be a little too time consuming and she did not like the idea of having to spend the rest of the conversation on her knees so that she might be at a similar level to the girl. Soran was well mannered and polite and did not often like being at a different level to those she was speaking to, this was why she so often dropped to her knees when speaking to any of the pups in the pack lands, she did not want them to feel that they were not involved in the conversation because their parent and the wolf who was speaking to them were so high above them. It was true though that the ebony pelted lady preferred her taller form, she found it to be very useful for most things, she was a flautist and she also found that reading was made a lot easier when one had hands to hold the books with, holding down the books with one's paws and trying to turn the pages with your nose was rather difficult and fiddly. She was even finding that she could hunt in her Optime form as well now, the hunting knife that she had found was proving to be a rather good throwing weapon, so far she had managed to kill a few rabbits with it, though she did prefer her four legged form for hunting, she liked the chase, she enjoyed being able to match a rabbit's sudden movements, their sudden changes in direction, it gave her a sense of achievement when she finally caught them. She watched the dark pelted girl with interest as she was clearly lost in thought. The girl had fallen quiet for a time, seeming to be lost in her own thoughts, Soran watched her with large green eyes until finally she spoke again, saying that she would be grateful for her assistance in changing, the lady nodded her dark head, again she did not mind, there was something about this younger girl that brought out the maternal side of the Patrician, she would more than happily take her under her wing, if that was what Blind wished after all. [/html] - Blind - 09-26-2011 ((No, I'm still having issues I'm hopeless at coding. But I'm determined to get it! WC: 455)) -- Considering Soran’s offer, she thought maybe it might be smarter to let this wolf introduce her to the alphess. She hoped, however, that it wouldn’t make her look like even more of a coward than she already felt. But if it did, Blind would be willing to work to earn the leader’s respect. “You wouldn’t mind presenting me?” Blind asked the dark female. “Because, if you don’t, I think I’d like that.” Soran’s helpful nature made Blind feel like she could do anything as long as her friend was there. She always knew her own mother supported her, but the comfort she felt with Rhia was nothing like what she felt with Soran. When Blind’s reaction to the thunder resulted in a chuckle from the she-wolf, she felt like she could let go of her worries and be herself. This was something she had not felt in a long time, if ever. “Yes, I’m terrified of thunder,” Blind admitted in response to Soran’s question. “I don’t know why, because it can’t hurt you, not like lightening can anyway. But the noise has always scared me.” Blind bowed her head sheepishly, heat rising in her cheeks. She wanted to be brave, to be strong and confident like Soran. She wanted to be able to overcome her weaknesses, whether physical or mental. How was she to survive if she was afraid of something as little as thunder? Blind had often thought of herself as independent, but as she sat with Soran, she came to realize that maybe it wasn’t so much independence that she exemplified as it was a tolerance for being alone. A strange thought floated into Blind’s mind: maybe becoming Luperci really would be the answer to her problems? Soran could teach her to hunt, to walk, to work with her hands…maybe she could even teach her how to be less of a wimp. “I want to become Luperci,” the she-wolf suddenly blurted. Blind looked into Soran’s green eyes, trying to read her initial impression. She didn’t want to pressure the dark wolf, and she didn’t want to waste any time that could be spent finding out more about her potential home. But perhaps, if her suspicions proved true, she might be more suitable to face the alphess and really impress her. Blind then thought of her leg, and a tiny smile crept across her lips; Blind wanted to walk without pain, and she was sure that a leader would want her hunters to be able to do the same. And if she was ever to fight alongside her new friend and help win the war against their enemy, the ability to move would only be one of many things she would need to learn. - Soran Aatte - 09-26-2011 [html] I see, anything I can help with at all? WC: 861 The jet pelted woman looked at the younger girl, she did indeed seem to be a little afraid of the thunder, when she spoke the sable female nodded, she understood, sometimes wolves would simply have a fear of something, even if it made no sense to even themselves, sometimes it just happened that way. The female then thought over what Blind had said before her confession about being afraid of thunder, the sable female would be more than happy to introduce her to Savina, in fact it might save them some time and keep them free from the rain if she did so, it would mean that they could skip the lengthy questioning process at least. The sable female nodded at the younger dark girl. [/html] - Blind - 09-26-2011 ((Yes, actually. I'm struggling with how to bold the dialogue like you do. WC:500)) -- Blind nodded; she felt a little better at the thought of being normal. “It seems like I’m always cowering though,” she said disappointedly. When Soran moved closer, Blind took it as an invitation and tucked herself under the dark wolf’s chin again. “I want to be strong,” she continued, “and fight like the wolves in the stories my mother used to tell me.” As she said this, Blind sprang forward onto her hind legs and punched her paws out as if she were boxing. She then realized this was a bad idea as she tipped over onto her side. Blushing a little, Blind rolled back onto all fours and curled up by Soran once more. Blind listened to the dark female talk about her daughter, and she wondered if one day she might meet all of Soran’s children, grandchildren, great grandchildren…it was amazing how much family the she-wolf had when Blind had so little. When Soran then asked if Blind would be prepared to answer questions from the alphess, she thought for a moment. Because of her blurry past, it was hard to answer some of the questions that even Soran had asked. But with her inexplicable determination to make the dark wolf proud, Blind felt she could do it. “Yes,” she finally said, “I will answer whatever the alphess asks of me.” As Soran lifted her head and let out another howl, Blind listened to the wolf’s song intently. It made her heart race not only because of its sweetness, but also because it brought with it the possibility of meeting this other wolf that Soran talked so well of. She was curious, too, to see another Luperci, wondering what form she might approach in. Noticing the sudden concerned look on the woman’s face, Blind nuzzled her neck comfortingly, hoping everything was alright. Though she couldn’t read Soran’s thoughts, she could tell something was keeping her on edge, and part of Blind wished she could help. The dark wolf had done so much for her already, she wanted to do something for her in return. Then, Soran surprised her with more kindness still when she told Blind she’d be happy to change her. Excitement swelled in her chest, and then quickly deflated at the thought of having to wait. Blind was so ready to run and play and hunt, hopefully with her new friend at her side through it all. But she understood Soran’s reasoning – pain was something she knew well, and definitely wanted to avoid if she could. Suddenly something Soran had said redirected her attention: “Wait, you have a hunting knife?” she asked, her eyes widening. “Have you killed anything with it? What does it look like? Where did you get it? How can I get one?” The questions came tumbling out of Blind’s mouth like water out of a spring. She immediately bit her tongue, trying to stop herself from rambling. It would be a long time before she would be able to control her outbursts. - Mati Church - 09-27-2011 hi, I'm alli! to bold use the tag below, you can also click on BB Code Help for more details Code: [b] [/b] [/html] - Blind - 09-27-2011 Hi! Nice to meet you And thanks! -- As Blind sat with Soran, she kept a wary eye on the greying sky. She hoped that the alphess would come soon so she could avoid getting caught in the rain, but she knew that if the leader were caught up in the affairs of war, it might be some time before Blind could meet her. Then, as if in answer to her thoughts, a rust-colored female approached the two wolves, greeting Soran and asking Blind if she were looking for a home. Assuming this to be the alphess, the young wolf immediately stepped forward and tucked her tail, lowering her head and body in a position akin to bowing. Her ears then swiveled back and her gaze fell to the female's feet, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest. "Yes m'lady," Blind replied, "I had hoped to join your pack." As she spoke these words, her head spun with the sudden flood of thoughts about a home and friends and food. Despite her mother's defiance, Blind wanted to belong to a family again, to be a part of something bigger than herself, and finally belong. Suddenly realizing that the female's tone had been a lot friendlier than she had expected, Blind glanced at Soran, wondering if she were relieved at her ally's approach. This new wolf seemed pretty welcoming for someone supposedly so wrapped up in war. - Soran Aatte - 09-27-2011 [html] Hey Alli! Thanks for getting to this Just a quick note Blind, this is Alli, she plays Anu (our other leader that's been kidnapped) as well as Mati which means she has awesome allowing people to join powers that I dont have XD WC: 966 The sable female smiled down at the smaller female as she bounced around, falling onto her back, a small chuckle escaped her lips as she looked at her. She understood what she meant, that she wanted to be strong to protect herself and her home, Soran herself had often felt that way, but as a child she had been forced to be strong, the hardships that had befallen her had menat that she had to be tough, that she had to be able to fend for herself, to defend herself, she did not like having to be this strong, but during times of war there seemed to be no other option. The female nuzzled against her neck and Soran smiled, it was funny how they had suddenly changed, Soran had been trying to comfort Blind only moments ago, but now the younger girl was trying to comfort her. The conversation was broken by the sudden arrival of a familiar face, Soran smiled, it was nice to see her granddaughter, the bronze girl. As she spoke the ebony grandmother almost went to call her little one, but managed to catch herself, knowing that she was not ready to be reffered to as that, nor was it appropriate when she was acting as a high ranking member of the pack, coming to decide this newcomer's fate. This concerned the ebony female, she was worried that perhaps there was something wrong, why had Savina not come? She knew that the Alphess had been stretched thin during this time, especially with Anu being captured and being held hostage in the other lands, she supposed that Mati must have come knowing this, perhaps fulfilling the role that her mother could not at the moment. A smile touched her dark lips and she bowed her head to the bronze girl. [/html] |