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- Aoi Itou - 01-06-2012 [html] she's in lupus (she cant actually shift to anything else xD). word count: 516 She lunged through the valley on tired paws, a child with gangly limbs and a lanky build. Her eyes were almond shaped, large, and bright from youth, but they were tinted with tremor and pain at this very moment. The things she had seen were far from innocent. No child should be able to watch their mother die at such a tender age. As she hit the southernmost part of the woodlands, Aoi felt as if she'd gone far enough. These lands belonged partly to her father but she was a stranger. A child she was, but Aoi was not without intelligence. The five month old pup plotted down her rump and shivered in the cold air, the early sunset of winter already arrived, the night dark despite it being little over 5 pm. Her cautious eyes flicked this way and that, and she was startled and nervous, her bottom lip trembling to weep had she been able to. The young wolf was barely over the borders, but still felt like she had dared the impossible, and in her chest she felt it probable that she would be shunned from the pack. But this was the place. Before she had died from a mysterious illness, Aoi's mother had told her two words. Alaki, Anathema. Alaki was a name, she had known that automatically, but still had no idea whom it belonged to. And she had listened to others speak of Anathema. She'd heard others say they were from the pack, and had followed them, skulking the back-ally's and shadows like a blind mouse. The girl wouldn't dare ask for directions, she wasn't much of a talker, but she knew she was in the right place. Her mother's last words must have had some meaning to them, Aoi was confident in that at least. She was sure her mother wouldn't direct her to a place where she would be killed. Yet cautious Aoi was, all the same. She really didn't know what to do. Having been raised in solitude, in the confinements of a cave - her mother had a liking for the dark structures - it was all she could do to stay alive these past few weeks. Especially as she didn't hunt. It wasn't that she couldn't hunt, but she refused to. She watched prey die and saw the same pain in their eyes that were in her very own the day her mother had died. And she couldn't do it. Aoi could muster the strength to eat fish; their eyes were cold and void of feeling, but any mammals and she would threaten to break down. Her diet mostly consisted of plants that her mother had confirmed as edible, berries, nuts, and insects. And so Aoi was a sorry sight, with lanky limbs and a malnourished, swollen build. Through dark fur that spread to a clean white around her face, she saw the world before her and wished she was somewhere else, somewhere not as scary. But even so, she held back her thoughts and tilted her head back, letting forth a young, wobbly howl. Aoi Itou
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- Finn Fidh - 01-06-2012 [html]
WC: 500+
@Aoi: You play Frodo Silvertongue as well, right? I must give you an internet fist-bump for being a fellow LOTR fan. @Naniko: Argh, you beat me to it! I hope it’s all right that I join you guys. The snow felt like clouds as Finn raced over it, leaping so high and so far she felt like she could fly. Alastair kept easy pace beside her, his lean legs moving through the drifts rather than over in great puffs of white. The two were in high spirits, for just yesterday Finn had been promoted. A great grin was practically nailed to her face, for it did not waver, even at the blistering speeds that made Finn’s eyes water and throat burn with the cold air that flooded down it. Promoted! Her! And now she was a Tuyul! It was hard to contain such happiness without exploding. Laughing, she shouldered into Alastair, watching him almost crash into a tree as a result. However, his revenge was swift, and she found herself almost dancing as she ran while he tried to trip her up with his long antlers. It was bizarre, how a wolf and a deer could become so close, almost like siblings, but then again, they weren’t exactly the average specimens of their species. Besides, their friendship had long ago been forged in the fires of adversity, and it had only grown stronger with time. The timorous howl that rose through the chilled, afternoon air drew Finn’s attention almost instantly. It came from the border, and it was unfamiliar in timbre and pitch. Alastair heard it too, as evidenced by his turned head and intent gaze. As one, wolf and deer turned towards the sound, racing through the barren trees of the Dampwoods at breakneck speed. Finn could see the crows of the pack fluttering overhead like scraps of fabric in the wind, some moving in the same direction, others away. Naniko would know soon enough that they had a visitor, if she didn’t already. Just before she broke into the clearing, Finn paused, Alastair stopping beside her. “Just so whoever they are don’t try and take a snap at you,” She muttered, placing her paws on his side and reaching up to secure and arrange the red ribbon tied in the deer’s antlers. It was a marker, a warning, that this deer was valued for something other than an easy meal, and Finn intended to keep it that way as long as they were friends. Task accomplished, she returned to for paws and trotted out to meet the new arrival, Alastair close at her heels. She couldn’t help the slight start of surprise at seeing how young the wolf was. As predicted, Naniko was already there, along with one of her sons Seeing no reason to interrupt, Finn leaned back on her haunches a comfortable distance, watching the scene with alert and interested eyes. It seemed that Severus was being taught a lesson in leadership. Finn rather liked Naniko’s brood, they were children, being exactly as they should be. Finn couldn’t remember ever considering her own youth a “childhood”, so it was nice to see someone doing something right. Should the Angela glance her way, Finn was ready with a respectful bow and a grin, but she did not speak so as to distract the youngling from his task. Put at ease by the familiarity of the two pack wolves, and the small size of the newcomer, Alastair stepped a little closer, snuffing at Aoi with his large, black nose. - Aoi Itou - 01-06-2012 [html] *internet fist bumps Pysch*! That would be correct! word count: 707 Once the howl was readily completed, she tucked her anguished muzzle away, pulling it towards her chest, snuffling in the warm, wispy fur. Her coat was very thick and warm, soft to the touch. Dark almost everywhere, a patchwork of browns, greys, and Merle blues, while pure white on her face. Her face was so pale compared to the rest of her it was extraordinary, and the dark, dark brown eyes set even more contrast. The shy girl turned a full, nervous circle, pacing in a line before settling down again. But still she was on edge, nibbling at her fur and tensing her tail. It wasn't long before she heard voices. The small femme cocked both fluffy ears and tilted her head, brazen pools intent on the strangers she was to fall victim too. Who would be the death of her? Who would be the approaching murderer? She stiffened her little body and started muttering to herself, flaxen face looking pallid as chalk, cheeks prominent in her hunger. The pup gave a start to see two figures approaching from the beyond. One looked about her size, but she still wouldn't trust him. The other female must have been the tallest wolf she had ever seen. Aoi resisted the urge to back into a nearby tree, and instead stood her ground. From her sitting position, she untucked her legs and defiantly looked the approaching pup in the eye, her guard up and posture stooped. Wobbling a little on frightened paws, her deep eyes bore into the floor as the pup asked her something. She would never hold a gaze for long, too humble and shy as she was. Aoi's mind went blank. She didn't like talking, it gave too much away. It was much better to stay silent. But it wasn't one of those times where she could just ignore and forget. This was important. She searched her fragile pup-mind in a quest for something she couldn't remember, and then suddenly she remembered it. I'm... I'm I'm I'm... her voice was barely audible, an incoherent whisper. But she braved herself, she would not be shown up! I'm Aoi Itou. she finally declared, and her eyes flamed. Her eyes suddenly darted away from the ground and met a third stranger, approaching with a red deer. Her eyes lit up for once, at sight of the deer. She favoured low speech to the high. An odd quality with a pup so young. She gave a weak smile in the direction of the deer and then fell serious again, her gaze now on Severus. She tried to remember what else he had asked her... and then remembered. Mother's dead. Miwa's gone. she finally tried, her voice weak for a moment. Aoi's accent was odd, not the usual Canadian that most sounded like, but it was more English, and her pronunciation was uncannily mature. She ran her words long and flowing, and sounded a bit mighty; as if it was blue blood that ran through her veins. I am looking for Alaki. Mother knew him. He might.... she was about to say what she had been thinking for a while, that Alaki could be the father she didn't know about, the father that her sister Miwa was sent to live with, but if she was wrong that would be overly embarrassing. Instead, she tried a different route. He might let me stay with him. she muttered, her gaze still trailing on the floor. The girl broke into a very large grin when the deer came closer, snuffling with his black nose. She reached up her muzzle and let a pink tongue loose, trying to lick the large nose in an altogether tender affair. If they had deer as pets, and not as food, she might like this pack! She really might! Her eyes sparkling, she looked up at all three wolves, suddenly desperate. Oh, please let me stay! Oh please! she flickered her gaze between all three of them. I like deer! she added, as if that might sway the argument. I'm also very manure for my age! she finally said, not knowing her mistake. She might have been intelligent, but she couldn't help getting words mixed up now and again. Aoi Itou
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- Finn Fidh - 01-06-2012 [html]
WC: 800+
Stalking the streets of Wasilla by day, hunting moose through the forests of Alaska by night, watch out! It's Palin the Wolfwere, and she's here for you souullllllssssssss! http://i.imgur.com/XHoLm.png Finn was struck by a similarity, her mind drifting back in time to the tender age of one. Aoi Itou was the spitting image of her brother, not in looks, but in personality. As long as Finn had known him, Brom had been the quietest, meekest creature ever to tip-toe across the face of the earth. Their father had long given up on Brom being a warrior fit to carry the Fidh name, so he focused all his attention on Aegnus and Finn, ignoring his other son completely. Yet still, even at his shyest, Brom could defuse any scrap that arose between Finn and Aegnus and Brom simply with his sometime almost supernatural serenity. The she-wolf breathed in the cool winter air, pulling herself back to present. The child’s surname was Itou. From her own words, it could probably be deduced that Alaki was her father, since it was doubtful that her mother would send her somewhere else upon death. Finn’s pleasant smile flickered a moment, slightly overcome by the tragedy this pup had seen. Mother gone and Alaki… not in the best shape at all after the fight with the bear yesterday. Finn did not know the extent of his wounds, but they did look fairly serious. At least her sister Miwa was unharmed. Still, there was some good here. Finn smiled wider again as she witnessed Severus comforting the girl, and actually chuckled as she watched Aoi try to lick Alastair. The deer snorted, face frozen in that expression of mild confusion worn by animals at such an unexpected action. ”Why does the wee wolf-child lick the face of Alastair!” He rumbled in his particular dialect of low speech, before backing out of slobbery reach. Alastair eyed Aoi with mild consternation, not sure if she was saying hello or trying to see if he’d make a good lunch. “Are you honestly afraid of her? She’s a wee bairn.” Finn deadpanned, walking past Alastair to sit by Naniko’s side. She listened carefully to her words, before turning her pale eyes on Aoi, considering her. Again, there came the stare, as if she were not only taking in one’s visage, but counting one’s eyelashes, x-raying one’s thoughts, and perhaps even reading one’s D.N.A. Finn had inherited this particular habit from her grandmother, Morrigan Mac Suibhne. Once feared as the toughest wolf that side of the mountains, her flat, soulless silver-coin eyes could draw the truth from a wolf’s mouth just as surely as if she drew blood from their body. “Well, if she were the same as me, she’d need to make a cut along the bottom of the paw, as would you, Naniko, so as to mingle the blood of the newcomer and the Angela, who is, through this custom, related to all the wolves of the pack.” Finn cocked her head, considering the issue. A child like this would likely never agree to such a violent thing. Finn remembered Brom being particularly averse to pain. Finn of course would have done it in a twinkle, just to feel like part of a family. “But that is not the case here. She is an Itou, like Alaki and Miwa, which makes her family already!” Finn’s pondering expression broke into a wide grin, like clouds being chased from the face of the sun. There was a simple pleasure found in remembering things correctly. As if each piece of information was a book, brought to it’s summons in an orderly manner. Sometimes Finn did indeed feel like a library on legs. She could remember how many clouds there were as the sun went down on the Rocky mountains five years ago. She could remember every story she had been told, sometimes even before she could hear. She remembered every smell, every colour, every word. To some this might seem incredibly intimidating, as if such a great, dammed, scintillating river of information could one day break free. But to Finn, this was just life as usual. Here, the she-wolf paused again, looking to Naniko for the final word. She knew it was not her place to say whether a wolf were welcome or not, even if it was quite clear what Naniko’s judgement would be. So she would be the second to welcome Aoi to Anathema, and Alastair the third with a little bit of prodding. Perhaps urging the deer to act a little friendlier to the pup would do her good. She did seem to like him, after all. Finn translated all of this sentiment this into an inscrutable stare at the back of Alastair’s neck. The deer shivered and glanced over, before shrugging in a miffed manner as if to say, ”Fine, I’ll do it I guess, but you’re not really making me.” Finn rolled her eyes. Perhaps the girl could teach Alastair some manners while they were at it. - Aoi Itou - 01-07-2012 [html] heheheheh! word count: 670 Eyes flaked with innocence, her expression was flustered when Severus spoke to her. Aoi looked up at him with some admiration, and his comforting words made her feel a little more at ease. The only reply she could give was a shy smile. So they both didn't have a parent around...that was something in common. Though the way he said it, she was sure that his father was still alive. Her mother wasn't. She missed her mother dearly, as Noir had been the only role model she'd had in her life, despite Noir doing terrible things. When Aoi grew older, and she began to understand more, she'd realise that what her mother did was terribly wrong. She had children purposefully when she knew she was months from death, to carry on her lines. She knew she was going to die but she had pups all the same, abandoned Miwa and let Aoi watch her die. Miwa lived here? Recognition, surprise, and ultimately relief flashed through her dark chocolate eyes, and putting two and two together, she realised what must only be the truth. Alaki lived here also, for sure now, confirmed by Severus; and Miwa must have been sent to live with him. So her father wasn't just a ghost, a phantom figure. He was real; she knew that now. Alaki's my father, isn't he? she looked at Severus, and then to his mother who was now introduced as Naniko, and finally to Finn, as if they had the answers. After a pause, the young jackal wolf probed further. Do I look like him? she was well built and tall for her age, with a broad chest and long legs. Her dark fur seemed common to her, and when she saw herself she didn't like what she saw, but she'd love it if a part of her came from her dad. After licking the face of the red deer, and the reaction she got, she became quite hurt. A very sensitive girl, she stared at the deer as he backed away, muttering something in low speech. Alastair was his name, she learnt. Because Aoi like Alistair, of course. she snorted back. Once her sister had been abandoned, she'd become a lone child of sorts, and deer and rabbits and other low-speakers had become her only friends. She was only just getting the gist of it, but she could speak in short, clipped sentences at least. Her gaze flickered to Finn and she gave a thankful smile, though meek it was all the same. Her gaze now slipped between Naniko and Finn. As Finn approached closer, as summoned by Naniko, she took a slight step back; but the distance was not because she thought the others to be hostile. Simply preferring personal space, her short ears flopped down on her head and she locked eyes on the two women as they decided something about her. The cut on her paw aspect made her eyes narrow, but she wouldn't have objected if the cut had been necessary. If it was what was good for her, the child would have accepted without doubt. What was a little pain, when if not accepted into the pack, she would die by herself? At her young age, she needed a parental figure to look after her, else she'd either die or become hard and void of emotion. I'm not an oprhan... was the one thought that ran through her head. She grinned to herself eagerly, glad of the new found knowledge. Finn refered to her as an Itou, as family, and it was all she could do not to squeal with delight. She'd be one to hold family very dear as the time went on. It seemed now, that all she needed was confirmation from Naniko. She assumed Naniko was the leader; top dog, and that was why Finn seemed to look up to her. Aoi secretely hoped she was nice enough to let her stay with her family. Aoi Itou
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