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- Searlait - 12-07-2007 [html]
The wind whistled through the trees, creating an eerie nighttime howl. The snowfall didn’t seem as steady as usual because of this; the gusts brought the large white flakes down upon the earth in spurts. Like an artery cut open. Searlait considered this for a moment, surprisingly with no shudder or recoil; her negative outlook never led her to startle herself. It had been this way for several months, this change in her; perhaps a year ago a comparison like that would have made her stomach churn. But that wasn’t the case anymore. She’d changed, for neither the worse nor the better – when was change one or the other?
- Laruku Tears - 12-07-2007 [html] Have you gotten permission to play a second character? :o It was not so surprising after all because nothing ever changed. If there was no demon to possess his raged body in the night, then there would be nightmares and repetitive memories that he was halfway caught between wanting to forget them and wanting to dwell on them until he found some sort of forced peace in himself. The den had been enlarged to accommodate several rooms now so his daughter could sleep on her own, but the proximity still scared him sometimes and he had taken to waking startled several times in the night. In a way, he expected himself to eventually revert back to the toothy-grinned monster; whatever break he was on now would not last long. But he had always been a pessimist after all. So a trail of fresh and restless footprints led away from the old oak tree under which his den was housed and he wandered his way to the borders. It had been a while already since he had really patrolled there and really, in the middle of the night, it probably wasn't the most useful thing he could be doing. But wolves and wanderers especially had always kept strange schedules so when he caught a stranger on the wind, he was hardly surprised. Then again, few things surprised Laruku anymore. The tattered hybrid stalked towards her, head low to avoid the screaming wind. The fog was rolling in behind him like an army following its general and crimson eyes regarded the femme tiredly. Waiting for something?he asked stiffly, the swallowed again at the twinge of pain from the mostly-healed gash across his throat. - Searlait - 12-11-2007 [html] Yep, I did! Sorry for not saying so in my first post. And I’ll be quicker – this week has been crazy-busy.
- Laruku Tears - 12-12-2007 [html] S'all good. :3 He would not consider himself a leader by anyone's definition. There was nothing to lead, really. Everyone kept to themselves and took care of themselves; all he really did was maintain a line at the borders so they kept out of other people's lands. The ranks he kept in his head were more based off their length of stay than any personal knowledge of his members and he knew that none of them knew anything important about him because if they did, they shouldn't stand to keep him where he was. But the hybrid shrugged his scarred shoulders at the femme. Laruku Tears,he offered half-heartedly, Close enough,was his answer to her question of leadership. He had inherited the curse and the madness, that was all. The pack was just a secondary thing. If you're looking for a place to stay, fine,he continued, Just play nice and don't set anything on fire and I'm sure we'll be okay.Perhaps it was a humorous suggestion, but he said it all with the same straight and stony face. It didn't matter what else she had to offer, if anything at all. It didn't even matter if she had come from a horrible story in which she had been an evil antagonist -- as long as none of it followed her (or if he never found out), then it just didn't matter. What's your name? - Searlait - 12-16-2007 [html]
- Laruku Tears - 12-17-2007 [html] Went ahead and titled you, but we can continue this. He knew he was probably making her uncomfortable with his lack of tone or expression; he needed to put forth more effort because if he was going to do something at all, he should at least be trying a little, right? So what if he had never wanted it? He hadn't left and he hadn't died and so he was still doing it -- so do it better, you worthless idiot. If you want to tell me, I'll listen,he offered with a somewhat forced smile though it might have counted as being genuine, Some people just don't like sharing and I don't think it matters much in the end.Because if pasts were everything, then he would have and be nothing. Besides, most people looking for a new place to stay were also looking for a new start -- why force them to recall what they were likely running away from? Everyone has their own set of skills,he continued, And I'm sure they're useful in one way or another.Laruku himself had nothing spectacular to offer anyway -- he was an average hunter, swift, but without great endurance; he had come out of a lot of fights alive, but he would consider many of them to be flukes, especially the one that had only left the scars across his throat. He could read and write words and music, but rarely did so anymore. Nothing special in either case. I think the most important thing you could offer is caring and if you have it, then you'll stay.Everyone else left, but that was okay too. Sometimes leaving was a part of caring. So then there wasn't really a "most important" thing, really. - Searlait - 12-25-2007 [html] AGAIN, sorry for the wait.
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