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Night Thames · 05-09-2010, 03:30 PM

Name: Syd
Character name: Night Thames
Gender: Female
Age: 8 months
How you find souls: Been here for a little while
Email: pmsingtiger@hotmail.com
MSN: Same

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Where did she start to look? Her cerulean eyes narrowed as she watched the scrubs sway under the gentle breeze. Large paws consumed the ground underneath her as she moved with an acquired grace. Her eloquence was nurtured; she would never have been so smooth if nature had had it her way. Best was her ignorance to her illness. Night Thames could feel everything that touched her, but never pain that was inflicted on her body. The blood that meandered down her rave pelt was only the first for the day.

Azure eyes looked dully on the terrain she was familiar with. When the war had started not so long ago she had found herself wondering farther then she had ever imagined. It wasn’t forgetfulness that led her away from Dahlia De Mai, it was the need to feel the warmth and to find more than she could ever find cooped up in one place.

Sitting back on her haunches, her black pelt shimmered in the suns morning light, clean of any red crust. Night had learned quickly that she had to bath in streams everyday to remove the blood from her pelt. Vanity wasn’t something she thought of often, but cleanliness was something she prided herself in. At eight months she had grown to almost four times the size she had been when she had left. Yet not much else had changed about Night Thames.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 05-09-2010, 04:00 PM

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Welcome back.

Always, children. Larkspur had seen more children in his time within Dahlia de Mai then ever before. Of course, some were more worthy of his time then others. The boy was learning, and doing his best to make his uncle proud. This was acceptable—and useful. In time perhaps he would make something of his frail relative. Eris had been arrogant, but not without purpose. He had seen a false magic in her and sought it out. King, in contrast, had potential; such potential. Strong and smart, every bit his father’s son. Perhaps in him there would be that second darkness, if given the chance to grow. Perhaps this was something that he would need to ask.

Once again, there was a child. It was a girl, sitting on the borders of his land and looking as if she knew where she was. The white dusted man advanced at a trot, four legs carrying him easily towards the smaller girl. She was young, almost done growing. He came to a halt not far from her form, eyeing the she-wolf as he would an unfamiliar dog. “Y’need something?” The Wahrer asked, his eyes not breaking from her face.

Night Thames · 05-09-2010, 06:37 PM

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The world was so damned in the mind of this girl. Ignorance had kept her safe in her own head. Intelligence had kept her alive with a guardian of any type. Vague memories of a tan wolf with lavender eyes had stayed with her since she had left the pack. The only other she had remembered was the leader with blue eyes that were more red then crystal. The fur along her spine rose as memories brought warmth into her normally lifeless body.

The sound of a wolf never came; it was his scent that made her heart pick up in her chest the excitement caused her to feel. It was only when these endangering emotions rose up inside her could she be normal and feels like other wolves. Otherwise she was empty, void of something most creatures possessed. Night didn’t move any as the male presented himself to her cerulean orbs.

His presence did nothing for her, the moment she saw him she knew there was nothing exciting about this encounter or at least her body did. The racing of her heart ceased and homeostasis was established again; Cold azure eyes that were void of registration. It was an empty gaze that could not express any acknowledgement of this stranger.

His words spilled over her like lava seeping out of the volcano. Night could only stare passed him not finding any reason to move her eyes elsewhere. She understood what he had asked of her, but a response was very simple. ”No” Her voice was monotone, as if soulless in the true sense of no personality. Why had she come here? A heat started in her chest when she thought of her memories of those few wolves she remembered and Night knew why she was back in Dahlia. A malicious smile slipped onto her face eyes leaping with a cold flame as she became entangled in her “feeling”.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 05-09-2010, 06:54 PM

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The girl barely reacted to him—this was surprising. Larkspur was a tall wolf and built as thickly as a shepherd, covered in white dusted fur and scarred intentionally along his arms. Perhaps she was used to seeing disfigured people. Regardless, he remained stoic and continued to study her reaction. She could not meet his eyes. It was her short response that made his ears turn forward and his face crinkle. No? Then what the hell was she doing here? Frowning, the orange eyed wolf cocked his head slightly, eyeing the young wolf suspiciously as she smiled.

“You best tell me what y’came here for, girl,” he said flatly, rough voice carrying the hint of a threat. He did not move forward, not yet. There was no need for aggression around a child unless she proved to be dangerous. Though this sounded ridiculous, Larkspur did not have the patience for anything that might threaten his home; at least, his ability to remain in his home.

Night Thames · 05-11-2010, 09:59 AM

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Night examined the male that stood with such a threatening stance. To her it meant nothing, there was no such thing as fear in her mind. Her body knew the feeling, but to her brain it was just a spread of feeling in her body that made her something other then numb. The raven girl was insensitive to whatever he was trying to persuade upon her now.

Cerulean eyes didn’t convey anything as they stared blankly at him. She remembered leaving this pack in a frenzy of war, her question had stayed unanswered. Why had they deserved to die? Now she could comprehend the selhishness of Dahlias’ leader and his extreme eyes. His blue was nothing like her own, his wild with something malicious and uncontrollable while hers lacked emotions more often then not.

Night Thames was no longer a puppy, her large paws consumed the ground beneath her and large body took up a significant amount of space. It wasn’t her size that gave her resolve to stand so still and silent, it was ignorance. Night wasn’t stupid, she knew more then she should at her young age, but nature had been cruel leaving her without the ability to feel her mistakes.

She still had no idea of pain, didn’t understand why her prey screamed when it died. The red that leaked out of her coat so often was a mystery to her. The world had yet to shed light on so many things for the confused girl. His voice led her out of her mind and into the present again.

His words become more fired and angry leaving the cobalt girl with only a stoic expression. Bemused by his anger she finally replied in her same monotone voice. ”To see the outcome.” It lacked any conviction, and maybe a sort of lie. She had come to chase that feeling of warmth this pack had given her. ”of the war.”

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 05-11-2010, 10:43 AM

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Aside from his voice, which was slight, Larkspur hasn't shown any signs of aggression.

It was as if they were each looking into a distorted mirror. Dark coats, the same flat expression—except his eyes were made of fire and her own a blue that reminded him of a dead-eyed fish. Yet they were nothing alike, nothing at all. She was a child who did not know her place in the world. Larkspur knew his own, and knew it well. Yet her voice, the voice that lacked any and all emotion, told him she belonged here. Or, rather, she had at one point.

His face did not change, but he felt the scar on his face itch. “It ended,” he answered shortly. “Haku no longer rules here.” Though the beast was not dead, certainly not. He was made up of too many parts to die. He still had a purpose, whatever that was. “That all?”

Night Thames · 05-11-2010, 04:15 PM

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Ice bounced in her stomach, a usual sensation Night had started to abhor. Azure eyes watched the wolf with cold resolve. She wanted to lodge here in this pack again. Leaving hadn’t been her intention the first time, but that was part of her past and one that meant nothing to her. The sable girl didn’t move as she looked past the male wolf again, her eyes seeming almost blind when she stared lifelessly into the distance.

His words left no impression on her, maybe because to her war still had no definite meaning. Death didn’t really have one either. To her the act of dying was harmless enough. How could a creature know it was inflicting pain if it did not know pain existed?

The name of the old leader sprang memories into her hippocampus, swelling her brain with knowledge she thought was extinct. Her sinister smile curled onto her face again as she remembered her first time in the territory. All the images of dead things piling up in her unconscious seemed to come back to her in a rush when she thought of the late leader of Dahlia.

The eerie smile was gone as quickly as it came leaving the stoic she wolf staring back at the male with empty blue pits. Speaking was something she found ineffectual at most times, at the moment many questions were starting to spring into Nights mind. ”Who took his place?” her voice wavered with something akin to curiosity.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 05-11-2010, 07:40 PM

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If Libri wants to come in now she can. <<

It was as if she recognized only parts of what she was told. He wondered, partially, if maybe she was stupid. The fish-eyed stare looked past him, but not through him as the Khalif had. The salt and pepper man read her smile and understood that she knew the name—knew Haku—in some way. A way that certainly meant something by that expression. Interested, but without a need to know as he had with the others (for this girl was not like them), the orange eyes remained flat and disinterested.

“His son,” Larkspur explained shortly. Conor was only a figurehead for the time being, one that the D’Angelo knew as a superior and nothing more. He did not know how the boy would react to his darkness, if he would recognize it as kin and kind with his father’s, and did not seek to know. The Wahrer fell silent, not desiring to question her without answer anymore. It was a waste of his time.

Conor Soul · 05-12-2010, 03:26 AM

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Gold and cinnamon moved swiftly through the thick underbrush and he was late, moving up next to the larger form of Larkspur D’Angelo. Lavender investigated the sable female that once had been the little, odd child that never seemed to find a place to belong in the world. The yearling had assumed she had found death somewhere after she had left Dahlia de Mai, but she was still alive and no longer the child she had been. Well, she had never struck the golden man as a child in spirit. Always cold and unable to understand that it was wrong to shed her own blood. She had not learned, Dark blood stained the darker fur. The alpha could not see the blood, but his sensitive nose could. ”Night,” the yearling spoke slowly; starting off with addressing her.

He wondered if he was supposed to say something, but decided to keep it simple for now. He did not know why she was here, but perhaps Larkspur knew for now. ”Where have you been?” He had gone through various emotions after she had disappeared. Night had been a strange child, but she had caused a stirrup when disappearing the way she did. He was not happy about it, but relief was apparent too. At least they now knew that she was alive and well. Lavender gaze turned to Larkspur, wondering if the salt and pepper coated male had anything to say in particular.

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Night Thames · 05-12-2010, 07:01 AM

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His words raised a response in her blue eyes, Conors’ name doing something for her emotions. A spread of warmth consumed her chest as the sable girl remembered the lavender eyed male speaking to her so long ago. A light appeared in her blue eyes while her face remained a transparent mask. The hair along her spine lifted as a child meandered down her vertebrates. Conor had attempted to take care of her, unlike many others, but when the war had started it seemed like it wouldn’t be so.

Her eyes closed for a second and the azure eyes lost the spark of soul they had held for only a few seconds. There weren’t many things that could make her feel, but Conor had been one of them. Opening her cerulean gaze again on the stranger they were again empty as she stared at him.

It was her name being announced into the air that made her ear swivel back. No other movement occurred, only the turn of an ear and the remaining hair still raised on her back. Night’s heart began to race, blood flowing faster in her veins and arteries. She didn’t know the feeling to be excitement; to her it was only another cause for feeling.

Conor soul had stepped into the conversation, leaving the sable girl consumed with emotion she wasn’t used to feeling. Her gaze shifted only after he spoke to her. It was a fleeting glance one that was sparked with heat. A deadly smirk lifted her mouth and she looked away again, not anywhere in general. ”I don’t know. Here and there.” It was more then she usually said, but the circumstances were right. He was the leader after all.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 05-12-2010, 01:10 PM

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You guys can skip me if you need to, Larkspur won't say much.

He was thankful, and lucky, that Conor arrived when he did. The girl, Night, was wearing. She barely spoke and could not look him in the eye or give him a straight answer. She was unsettling. Larkspur could not trust her when she could not speak straight, and suspicious by nature, he did not wish to spend more time around the child then needed. Yet Conor seemed to know her, and this meant Larkspur would not be required to stay long at all.

At the glance, the orange-eyed D’Angelo opened his mouth to speak—Night cut him off, but he was patient, and he waited for her to finish. “She hasn’t told me much,” his gruff voice explained. No, she hadn’t told him much of anything at all. Shifting his weight back, Larkspur fell silent. Now that Conor was on the scene his place was in the background.

Conor Soul · 05-13-2010, 02:10 AM

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The yearling recognized the same old pattern as she spoke—offering him nothing but a shortened sentence without an answer. The male’s golden neck bended slightly as Larkspur confirmed what was expected. Ears flickered backward; leaning towards his upper neck in a light distaste for this situation. He had once been the little girl’s guardian, but her body was that of an adolescent and so she could no longer play the role of the small, misunderstood child. The Soul male was so happy to see her alive and well though; had definitely thought her dead. Young children were usually unable to care for themselves, and her case was a severe one, as she would continue on with a body where pain should scream when bones broke and illness ravaged through her. She ought to be grateful for her ridiculous amount of luck.

Lavender gaze returned to the sable furred girl before them. He knew his feelings should require him to take her in immediately, but things were always a bit more complicated when you rose up a bit and could watch the synopsis of procedures. She had to be able to co-exist with her fellow pack mates and them with her. ”So, why are you here?” He wondered, the usual warmness not absent from the soft tenor. ”Are you merely passing through or do you wish to live with us again?” It was not fair if they were the ones to have to drag answers out of the girl. It seemed Larkspur already had gone through some of that (this was Conor’s guess) and the golden man wondered if some of the instincts within her who ought to have developed during these last months would remind her how one should behave towards superior wolves.

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Night Thames · 05-13-2010, 06:41 AM

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The sable girl watched Conor with that empty gaze, only a hint of warmth swirled in them as she continued to feel the racing of her heart and blood. The situation seemed tense to her, leaving the she wolf with the urge to turn and leave. It was a reaction to fear, one more thing she had yet to learn. Naturally her body knew to react, but her brain couldn’t put a name to it.

Night let her azure eyes drift away from the Alpha looking at something else with her soulless eyes. His words made the warmth burn to a heat through her whole body consuming her usually cold body in emotion. It still perplexed her that she felt this way when the lavender eyed male was around. ”To feel warmth again.”

Her monotone voice rang in her own ears so different then the two males that seemed to have something she lacked. Her body stayed still as she tried to come up with a response to the second question. Why had she returned? This question made her go cold again and her blood all but stopped in her veins. She didn’t want anyone to take care of her, but she did wish to stay here again. ”To stay here…Conor.” She added his name as if to personalize her empty voice, warmth in that one name.

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Conor Soul · 05-13-2010, 08:45 AM

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Conor had never understood this warmth that she was talking about. Once he had believed this warmth to be emotions, but her disappearance had caused him to toss away that theory. She had turned away from those who tried to give her a home and a family and left them all without a word. He did not hold a grudge against her though—she had been a child from a broken home and had been unable to find peace. He was certain she had her reasons to leave the lands. And if not? Well, he was not one persistent on judging others. She wanted to find her warmth again, wanted to stay here.

He wanted that to be it—that it would be that simple. It wasn’t though, and this was sadly not enough for Conor to open her arms and invite her in again. Larkspur’s black and white form said nothing and whatever he thought about her and this was hidden away by the neutral mask he wore so well. Conor let his focus stay on the young girl. Haku had been the King of selfishness and it had been a rough ride. Night was growing up and she would have to work to gain a place here. ”Will you learn how to behave properly and treat the rest of the pack with the respect they deserve?”

Conor did not doubt that Larkspur had questioned her before he had arrived, and Larkspur’s inability to tell him anything only proved that she had been her usual self; the girl he once had known when she was younger. ”If you cannot fit in with a group then you won’t find anything here.” The golden male did not know how to best say this, but there were many things she needed to understand.

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Night Thames · 05-13-2010, 04:40 PM

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She hadn’t meant to leave Dahlia, and in a sense maybe it was to late to come back. The sable girl felt her teeth grind together, she never let something just settle so easily. Blue eyes hardened with a determined fire to match the heat in her gut. Determination and passion was something the she wolf had plenty of but no idea what it was. The hair along her spine rose and her ears flattened on her skull.

Conor didn’t seem to accept her as she was; it extinguished all warmth inside her instantly. Had she done wrong to be asked to behave now? Confusion ripped at her gut while azure eyes faded back to empty pits. His next words ignited the urge to leave again. Was he trying to say she wasn’t welcome here?

”Had I done something wrong?” She asked it to confirm her suspicion. Baby blues gazed into his lavender orbs with that same hint of innocence that they had possessed when he had last seen her. Still ignorant to so many things Night didn’t know what she was missing in this situation.

Numb she looked away from him to something else where. Her monotone voice filled the air again. ”What must be done?” She didn’t understand what she was going to have to do, but to obtain the warmth more often then she would have to stay here. She didn’t speak much and was awkward around others, but if that was what had to be done she would survive to feel something other then this heavy brick in her gut all the time.

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Conor Soul · 05-15-2010, 03:48 AM

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Syd, read the pm I sent you!

He could see the embers die within her bright sapphire, but he could not let this stop him. She needed to know there were rules to be followed. As a child she had been excused for her strange behaviour, but that was not enough anymore. The fact that she did not understand bothered him, as he had expected her to have at least an idea of how to behave with others. Perhaps this was a sign that there were more issues hiding behind her black frame. Serious issues. He did not want to believe that the girl was as ignorant as she acted.

His eyes did not leave hers as he considered her words. It was clear that he needed to have a long talk with her, but this was not the place. The golden male did not wish to take this in front of Larkspur; it would not be fair to the young girl. He turned to the black male, thinking he should get to know the wahrer better as well. One thing at the time though. ”Thank you, Larkspur. I’ll take it from here,” the man was dismissed and with a last grateful smile to the salt and pepper male he turned to the teenager and gestured with his head for her to follow him.

”Come, Night, we need to talk.”

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