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05-11-2010, 11:09 PM
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table by magic mushroom.
05-12-2010, 02:48 AM
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<style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> Heya! Welcome, welcome! It was not usual for the young male to wander so close to the edges of the territories so late. But here he was, seeking out the glittering line that was the sea. Grass seemed to scatter and give place for rock and sand. Though the colour explosions of the sky were following the disappearance of the sun, his paws could tell that summer was drawing closer. He remembered the scorching sand of hot summer days. He remembered Catalyst and the crystal liquid enchanting her blue eyes with sadness. He wondered if she still lived.
A lonely silhouette was discovered against the blushing sky and the leader headed for what quickly was revealed to be a canine. Golden ears turned back towards his cinnamon mane, but she was not committing any crime. His feet brought him to the marked borders and kept him there. Lavender orbs considered her for a moment and he tilted his head. ”Long day?” It was not often he found loners camping outside the borders this late, but then again he usually was home with the children in the evenings. He did not know why tonight had turned out differently.
05-12-2010, 04:22 AM
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table by magic mushroom.
05-12-2010, 05:09 AM
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<style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> -- As she found interest in his unique eye colour, he found interest in hers. Her light pelt and mismatched eyes instantly reminded him of Bris Stormbringer. This woman’s gaze spoke of sapphire and amber – a unique combination just as Bris’ jade and purple. A light smile bloomed on his lips as a smile also touched hers. He could tell that they were at the same age – found that it was a detail he viewed with contentment. As a child he had been lonely and isolated, but now when he stepped into life as an adult and found the will to believe in himself, the social parts of life mattered. Not to say that he preferred to be surrounded by his own age group only, but it gave them at least one thing in common.
She seemed friendly enough, and his smile widened a little as she spoke, getting up on the feet that he could guess were hurting. He should offer to take a look, but decided that would not go well with first instructions.
Her name was rich and exotic and he let the name echo in his mind, finding it to be a suiting name for her. The yearling’s face was warm as he offered his own. ”I’m Conor of Dahlia de Mai.” Ever since the war he preferred to keep his surname for himself until the individuals found out on their own. Well, if they asked they would receive the answer without having to fight for it, but he knew that most would hear the name of his father. Haku was well known and so were his hideous deeds. ”Can I help you with anything?”
05-12-2010, 08:55 AM
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table by magic mushroom.
05-12-2010, 11:58 AM
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<style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> -- Eyes twinkled as she repeated his name with her melodic voice. He tilted his head and could only continue to smile at her—finding the atmosphere significantly less formal than the average meeting with a stranger at the borders. The war had brought hostility to the faces of Dahlia, but together with the warmth of the approaching summer, the pack rose yet again and shook off the frosted layer of winter and war. Her coat held winter, but her mismatched orbs were not as cold, nor was her voice.
Ears perked at her question and his gaze softened somewhat, though he had suspected as much from the moment he caught her stranger scent. It was fresh as the morning dew, not yet softened and seasoned by Nova Scotia. ”Well, it is one of five packs in Nova Scotia,” he started off, wondering if she would have chosen these borders, as there were other obvious choices out there. ”It depends what you want to know, basically,” he continued, wondering why he couldn’t get up with the guide style he had taken to so elegantly with Tynan and Vark.
”We hold large portions of the lands here, but a recent war harvested a lot our numbers, so today we’re a small, but peaceful group.” it would not make the pack more desirable to reveal the recent conflict that had ended merely a month earlier, but the male believed in sincerity in every form, even if he lost terrain. ”Why are you all on your own?” he wondered—curious about her story and the possible baggage she was carrying with her.
05-12-2010, 05:08 PM
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table by magic mushroom.
05-13-2010, 02:33 AM
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<style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> -- Born to a mother that was never there and a father with eyes housing a demon, Conor had been forced to go through several painful, mental processes that only sought his destruction. The young male had worked very hard to climb up from the numberless pits he was thrown into by them both. Alexey Koios had been more of a parent than his own ever had been, and it was she that had saved him from his father’s cruel grasp and put him straight. He had loved the woman for that—loved her so much more than what was acceptable. They continued to live in the same house and took care of Mew’s orphans and the strange little girl with cherry red eyes. In the beginning it had been hard for him, but he had managed to accept that she could not be there for him in the same manner he wanted to be there for her. Perhaps that was why he was here tonight. Perhaps he needed a small break from it all. His heart paced strong against the inside of his chest, but it still bled a little.
He watched the pale woman’s captivating eyes, watched her react to his words and was grateful she did not immediately turn around and leave. Many would have done so—he did not doubt this, but instead the woman stayed and revealed her story. Ears twisted backwards in quiet comprehension as her lips too formed the word “war”. War was ugly and meaningless—he could not believe in violence of any form. He thought it was sad that she had ended up on the borders of a pack that had nearly been destroyed the same way. Conor and Krishna seemed to have many things in common already. ”I’m sorry to hear this, Krishna,” the male’s soft voice admitted, recognizing the similar pattern so easily. ”I’m sorry you haven’t managed to find your father yet. “ Conor’s father was an exile as well, but for .. different reasons. ”My father was the alpha that brought the war to Dahlia de Mai. He just wanted to see blood spill. He was confronted and exiled.” This was information taken slightly out of context. The ivory woman would surely not care much about such details.
”A life where there is no one to support you is hard,” the male replied, leading the topic back to her again. ”You are free to stay here with us if you want—to see if you’ll maybe feel differently about pack life when you won’t have to deal with war and loss.” These things ruined people, and the young ones were left maimed and scarred mentally.
05-13-2010, 03:54 AM
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05-13-2010, 04:51 AM
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<style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> Welcome He wished he hadn’t seen the touch of sadness shadowing her face, but it was his words that had brought the cloud to partly block out the sun. Her words were soft and reassuring, but he felt his eyes flicker slightly as her words entered his ears. She couldn’t see the flame stuck inside his chest. He was worried about that; feared this rage that lurked deep under the black surface. It had never risen within him, but he knew it was there. He wished to believe in her words. Following in his Haku’s footsteps was what he feared most of all.
He readjusted his focus and was happy to see warmth spreading through her face. The female’s words brought warmth to the late spring air, and though she did not outright say this, he understood that she accepted his offer. The corners of his lips offered more length to his sincere smile. New beginnings in blue and gold. This was what he could offer her, and it made him glad to know that it had been more preferable than to continue onwards accompanied by loneliness. He had known it too well and he had suffered.
He expected them to be through now, but then her question rose and he realized with horror how likely that question should have been. His lavender gaze fell, a shaking contrast to the behaviour fit of a wolf on top of the hierarchy. ”I’m the alpha of this pack, and I don’t mind at all.” he continued to smile, but his gaze had to climb up to her bi-hued gaze again. What could he say? Someone had to pick up the shattered pieces of the pack and he had been the one to do so.
05-13-2010, 04:51 AM
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