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- Pilot Haddon - 07-16-2008 Set after this. Hope you don't mind if we have another one together! :][html] [/html] - Urma - 07-17-2008 [html] http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk42 ... m_bot1.jpg) no-repeat bottom; padding-top: 20px;"> OOC: Yay another thread with you! I was really hoping you wouldn't mind another! IC: Urma had fallen asleep in Pilot's den, but doubt and conflicting feelings had made her decide two hours into the night that she should find another place. So, feeling a bit lonely and knowing it was impossible to find the comfort of cuddling up next to someone else, she had wondered in the direction of one of Shadowed Sun's streams. Feeling far too tired to find a place less in the open, and thinking she was secure enough seeing as she was within pack lands, she settled for the shelter of a tree. She hadn't had much sleep, however. She felt a number of things were bothering her; firstly, she had no clue whatsoever as to how she could make it up to Pilot for all his help. Secondly, she wished he hadn't understood her abrupt departure in the middle of the night as lack of gratitude. She couldn't know for sure herself what it had been. She felt she had been trespassing, somehow forcing her way into his home and in his life. And there was nothing in the world that gave her the right to claim those things as hers. It was already too much that he had been willing to bring her into the pack. Still a bit sleepy and with a multitude of thoughts clashing in her mind, she lay down against the tree trunk, looking at the stream as it followed its way further on. It seemed as if nothing could stand in its way. It had the tranquility, the security of always being able to move forward that Urma somehow couldn't welcome back. She needed a change. She needed to remind herself how it had been before Mörker, how she had gotten along then, by herself. But she was in a sense fighting a lost battle. Mörker was no longer a part of her life, and thinking what it had been like before was senseless; he had always been there, since she could remember. And she knew she didn't miss him now as much as she had, back then. But the feeling of belonging that she had had with him... she knew she missed that very much. Urma pulled away from her thoughts, and looked around her. She could smell the presence of another wolf. She craned her neck a bit to see. Certainly enough, it was Pilot, some way away from her napping spot. For a moment she wanted to stand up and go talk to him. The next however, she was afraid he might be angry at her for the night before. She watched him, her plain-coloured eyes taking in every detail as he cupped water in his hands and drank it. It looked almost as if she was stunned. She still couldn't stop herself from matching his coat with hers. With home. But wasn't this home, now? - Pilot Haddon - 07-21-2008 Sorry for the wait. I'm glad we're having another one together. :][html] [/html] - Urma - 07-22-2008 [html] http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk42 ... m_bot1.jpg) no-repeat bottom; padding-top: 20px;"> OOC: Neah, don't be sorry, I don't mind waiting, I know sometimes I take a long time to reply to threads myself =/ IC: Urma continued to watch Pilot's movements, her thoughts far away. However, she didn't miss the sound of her name as he called her, and looked up, smiling gratefully. As he came closer and greeted her, her smile widened a bit, and she sat up on all fours, closing in the distance between them. "Hello," she answered back in a small voice, but nonetheless contentedly. "I'm sorry for last night. I didn't mean to leave like that," she explained. "I thought it was maybe better if I wouldn't be in your way in the morning. But I do appreciate what you've done for me. Shadowed Sun seems a lovely place. Thank you." Urma hoped she sounded just as grateful as she felt. She looked up to the sky, focusing on the torn and mismatching clouds above. "They remind me of cotton candy, the winter celebration tradition at home, the multitude of small lights and glittering stars, the soft snow, the warm, crackling fires and the cheerful atmosphere," she said slowly, referring to the clouds. She knew that as soon as September or October settled in, she'd most enjoy it if she could make her way northwards to greet the northern lights. "Wolves that came to my former pack from North America told stories of the Cree and the "Dance of the Spirits" and, as a pup, I spent numerous nights listening to them, trying to picture the exact shade of each colour they described as it lit the sky. I'd like to see the northern lights, sometime," she continued absentmindedly. But that was far away, and she had to come back to here, and now. She looked at Pilot and smiled an embarrassed smile for having been carried away. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me to say such silly things," she tried to excuse herself, nervously. In an attempt to break any awkward silence that might follow, she went on, "Anyway... how was your night? Slept well?" - Pilot Haddon - 08-09-2008 Yay, I'm home![html] [/html] - Urma - 08-09-2008 [html] http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk42 ... m_bot1.jpg) no-repeat bottom; padding-top: 20px;"> OOC:Yay! Hope you had fun while visiting your sister =D Urma felt a bit self-concious as Pilot sat down in front of her, and shifted her weight from foot to foot awkwardly, realizing for herself she was far too agitated to stand still. It was probably the way he listened to her that gave her this feeling-- it had been a very long time since anyone had paid her so much attention, had found what she had to say even remotely intriguing. She had missed the feeling of bonding, of saying something of interest to anyone. When he spoke about the northern lights and never having seen them himself, she immediately opened her mouth to say that maybe they could see them together, but decided against it. Could she really do all of that? Just invite him when she had barely any clues as to what his life was? She continued to listen to him talk, finding this much more rewarding than actually saying something herself. And either way, she felt like wrapped up in a spell. She felt compelled to keep the silence from her part. Until she heard her name. It felt so different, now that he said it, in a sentence, that he addressed it to her, that it meant reassurance that she wasn't in his way. Urma smiled, some sort of mixture of happiness and confusion flooding her. "I'm glad to hear your night was good, I was beginning to feel guilty about postponing your sleep. You lost some time back in the woods when you met me. And I was too clumsy to notice you were too tired until we were on our way here." She stopped when he asked how her night had been, trying to find something, some way of putting it that would make it sound as if it had been very good. "Feels better than being all alone out there," she said evasively. "I'll have to find a place and start digging myself a den, though, since I don't plan on spending the rest of my nights under this tree," she concluded, her voice light. - Pilot Haddon - 08-09-2008 Thanks! And it was awesome. [html] [/html] - Urma - 08-11-2008 [html] http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk42 ... m_bot1.jpg) no-repeat bottom; padding-top: 20px;"> OOC:Is our plot still up? We kind of lost contact with the PMs, and we haven't really settled on anything. The last we talked about was maybe starting more threads, I was wondering, is that still up? I'm sorry if I'm nagging =/ Urma knew Pilot was right. Although her former pack hardly ever stayed in one place for more than two months, they all found places within their current perimeter for homes. Urma found the idea of having a den all to herself now very scary. She was used to spending nights outside the pack borders in caves with Mörker, or, within pack borders with her brothers and sister. Being alone in a place she had to consider home wasn't a very welcoming prospect, but she knew she had hardly any other options, unless she really planned on having a tree trunk as pillow for the rest of the time. "I'll have to get used to the solitude. Unless you'd want to visit once in a while, when you're not busy with your son or your medical priorities. And of course, if keeping me company would also be pleasant to you too," she proposed meekly, not sure herself she was in any position to ask this. She listened to his proposal and smiled, nodding her head at the same time. "Are you sure helping me find a good spot for a den wouldn't be too much of a hassle? I'm sure you're busy, you're a leader here, you have stuff to do. I wouldn't want to be in the way. I mean... I wouldn't want you to think you owe me anything. It's the other way around, actually, and so far I've had no means of showing my gratitude." She really wanted to say more than that. She wanted to mention that she wanted to be able to do something for him very bad. Some part of her felt she was beyond gratitude. It was something else, something she couldn't name. Or didn't want to name. She felt scared of thinking about it, concentrating on it, for fear that it might destroy her barely blossoming friendship with Pilot. - Pilot Haddon - 08-12-2008 I'm totally still up for it! I'll PM you.[html] [/html] - Urma - 08-12-2008 [html] http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk42 ... m_bot1.jpg) no-repeat bottom; padding-top: 20px;"> OOC:Thank you! =D Urma followed Pilot's words, trying to find comfort in them. She did find a small amount of it. She knew no matter how close her den was to populated areas of Shadowed Sun, that would never rival the feeling of belonging that quietly nestled in her when she could feel the fur of another wolf against her own. But she couldn't argue, at least knowing there were people she knew around her helped her get over her feeling of abandonment. "I can say this is a lot different that I'm used to it being, in a pack. Don't take me wrong, it's much more organized here... I guess I'm just being uselessly reminiscent of the fact that my former pack was just one big family. Many of us were related in some way, be it distant or close. It was eerie, knowing some wolves you barely had contact with could just as well be cousins." His words made her feel as much self-conscious as they made her feel guilty. Firstly, he just kept bringing on more and more reasons for her to be in his debt, and the worst part was that she had no real clue as to how to repay him, or prove to him that she didn't want to exploit his generosity. Secondly, the way he spoke to her... it hadn't been since she'd left Europe that she had heard such kind words, the lack of a double, more subtle meaning making them almost surreal. It had been that that had kept her awake as well-- the fear that in the morning, last night would have been just a dream. That she'd wake up back in the woods, guarded by thick leaves and a layer of uncertainty. She followed him as he lead the way away from the river, which made sense considering she wanted a durable home. "Well, the kind of scenery I come from would imply snow and a lot of treacherous cliffs. But I'd settle for some place in a cluster of trees, not too far away from where the rest of the wolves dwell. If there's such a place," she added apologetically, realizing she had probably sounded very fussy. "But really, anywhere where there's solid ground to dig in, that's fine," she added, trying to reassure Pilot, if he had any doubts, that he was being more than good to her. - Pilot Haddon - 08-12-2008 [html] [/html] - Urma - 08-12-2008 [html] http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk42 ... m_bot1.jpg) no-repeat bottom; padding-top: 20px;"> Urma smiled a bit at Pilot's chuckle, realizing that didn't sound very nice to most. "You'd be surprised that growing up in such an environment hardly makes it seem that unwelcoming. The cliffs were nice, actually, in a strange way-- we had enclosures and caves and hiding areas. It was good for both strategic reasons, since many of the packs in the vicinity of mine were prone to violence, as well as having a nice childhood playing hide and seek," she explained, hoping she could make that place sound more like the fact that it had been her home made it for her. So maybe for her it those caves had meant more than games, had meant that exact feeling of protectiveness she had been talking about. But that was hardly relevant now. It was no use anymore prying the past for answers that couldn't change anything. "I'd be more than happy to see it, thank you," she said immediately, quickening her pace to make it fall in rhythm with Pilot's. She looked at their surrounding area, taking in the green and the pastel colours of the sky, in such pleasant contrast with the dull gray and white she always saw back in Europe. She knew why those colours wouldn't mean anything comfortable and inviting to Pilot, that had probably lived to see these vibrant, warm colours all his life. But adapting was part of any a wolf's life. She knew that if Pilot ever had to live like that, in time he'd find it to be a sort of home away from home. Just like she'd do now, with this scenery, until gradually her former hope would seem more like a place she had spent the night in along her journey through life. Although she'd never be able to pull the snow out of her blood. Her ties with it ran too deep. - Pilot Haddon - 08-12-2008 [html] [/html] - Urma - 08-17-2008 [html] http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk42 ... m_bot1.jpg) no-repeat bottom; padding-top: 20px;"> Urma gazed around her, absorbed by what she was seeing. Her eyes wanted to take in every detail, her ears longed for every sound, her paws demanded that they step on each blade of grass, her smell beckoning her to explore the area in minute detail. But that was something she'd be doing later, as she wouldn't want to waste time with that right this moment, when there was still a den to dig, a resting place of sorts to be constructed. Her reverie captured her senses, and she felt compelled to remain in this blissful state for as long as she could. Nature was at its best in this place. It was retreated without being isolated from the pack. Its state of tranquility reminded Urma of the pristine snows back in Europe, of uncharted territories and far off distant lands that had yet to be explored. Her mind raced through different landscapes, picturing endless places covered by undisturbed rusted autumn leaves from the trees around, the feel of that bed sheet of leaves under her fur. "It's beautiful," Urma finally said, the spell she was wrapped in slowly wearing off, like the aftermath of a wave splashing against the shore. She felt she needed to say something more, to add something for Pilot to fully realise how many feelings this place stirred in Urma. "I never knew there could be so many beautiful places in Shadowed Sun, but the truth is it will probably never cease to amaze me," she continued, her tone of voice still betraying awe and a sense of awareness for her surroundings. It was as if she was hypnotized, but in the same time determined not to miss any detail of what was around her. - Pilot Haddon - 08-21-2008 I figured we could go ahead and close this one up? Especially now since SS isn't going to be around anymore. Pilot and Urma should have a thread together in one of the neutral territories. :][html] [/html] |