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Geneva Stockholm · 08-13-2010, 04:37 PM

OOC: Is it cool if we forward date this to August 16?

How strangely familiar was this place! It had been a long time since Geneva's travels at brought her here. On four legs, the gray colored Whilom trekked across pine needles, reveling in their quiet crunch beneath the delicate pads of her feet. The small boned wolfess had not been here for ages, as she had been living in the light house since the birth of her son more than two months ago. The Dampwoods were familiar to her. As sunlight filtered through the tall giant trees, she remembered how this had used to be her favorite place to hunt. Phoenix Valley held claim to the southernmost part of this territory, but the gray wolfess had gone farther than that, and she was now in the neutral part of this territory.

The gray wolfess mused that it would probably be a good idea to bring back something to eat. She was in no hurry to return to the central territories of Phoenix Valley. She trusted wholeheartedly that Pripyat, her son, would be safe with his father, Jefferson. Although she loved to spend time with Pripyat, she acknowledged the fact that they needed to build their own bond, and without her interference. There would be time for them to be together as a family soon enough.

Geneva was not the world's most skilled hunter. While living at the shore, she had learned to fish well enough, and had caught mice for her son to eat. But that was the extent of her ability really. The wolfess was barely the size of yearling, and the best prey she had ever taken down had been an older rabbit. Even so, the wolfess decided she would bring something home to her boys. She crept along the trees quietly in search of her prey.

Izaak · 08-16-2010, 02:01 PM

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Table & Coding © Anna; Sorry, they ended up messing with my schedule at work; 504 words

Sadly Gen's careful silence would be interrupted by Izaak's rampant running through the woods. A rabbit had escaped somewhere in front of him and he was still in the pursuit of it even though it was no longer in sight. Someone really should have told him that hunting in optime form wasn't really the best of ideas. Especially since he didn't have any traps or weapons. All he knew was that his Unky Cotl went out with nothing but his optime form and tended to bring back a few rabbits at a time. He figured that his uncle caught them by hand and so he was trying to do the same. It wasn't working out for him and he couldn't figure out why. Maybe he should have asked Cotl before he had headed out to try and hunt on his own. But some insane part of his mind told him that because he was bigger he would be able to catch more.

"Here rabbit rabbit!" He called out with his hands cupped around his mouth. But what he ran across wasn't a rabbit. No, it was a wolf. And being who he was he didn't realize that there was an unspoken animosity between wolves and coyotes. Or at least that many thought that. Rather he just recognized her as a fluffy coyote instead of the wolf that she was. Either way it didn't stop him from moving right on up to her. "Hey, what are you doing? Have you seen a rabbit? I'm trying to find the rabbit. Unky Cotl brings back rabbits all the time and I'm trying to get one too." Yeah, he didn't have a problem approaching and speaking with strangers. Actually he didn't even think of the concept of strangers. His mother really didn't bother to teach him much of anything. There had only been one thing that she had been interested and so Izaak had a skill that he was actually too young to have. But it being put into practice every night since he was finally able to shift it was only logical to be come adept at it. But the skills that he actually needed for life he was stumbling through on his own. But suffering from a fractured mind he had no idea that the way he grew up wasn't normal. That he had actually been abused rather than loved.

"Why are you standing like that? Why aren't you standing all the way up? Are you hurt? I can help!" And just that quickly he had forgotten about the rabbit. Instead he moved closer to the older female and reached out towards her. He had it in mind to grab her about the chest and help her stand on her back paws. He didn't even realize that the was attempting to breech personal space. He just saw it as him trying to help. After all everyone in his family chose to walk on two legs so it was just another thing that he saw as normal.

Geneva Stockholm · 08-19-2010, 03:04 PM

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Table by Draggar ♥. Not a problem! Work caught up with me too. Smile

The gray-furred wolfess wheeled about in bewilderment to face a rather exuberant younger coyote. He was quite a bit taller than her at the moment, as she was not in her Optime form. Even then, the male would have been taller than her. Geneva was a slight, small boned wolfess. She had been the runt of the litter, and even when she had grown during her adolescence, she had never outgrown any of her sisters. And she knew that in just a few scant months, her own son would be much taller and larger than her. However even though he had inherited some of her stream-lined build, he would never be labeled as delicate, as she was. The thin wolfess took in the sight of the golden-sandy colored male with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and some amusement. Although his approach was very direct, she did not perceive him to be a threat, at least not quite yet. In fact, he seemed quite young.

His body language hinted at the fact that he was perhaps too trusting, or that he did not know what he was doing at all. Geneva did not speak for a few moments, as his words would have only eclipsed her whisper-soft voice. The scarred Whilom's green eyes were wide as he continued his approach. Geneva was not by nature an aggressive creature. When it came to fight or flight, her instinct was to choose the latter unless she was backed into a corner or protecting something or someone other than herself. "Do not touch me," the Whilom said firmly and decisively as she took a measured step away from him. She was not crouching away from him.

Her body language echoed the firm tone of her words. She kept her ears erect, her eyes forward, and her posture aligned but loose. She was calm for now, and did not feel the need to snap at him or make a getaway. She hoped that he could be dissuaded with words instead of actions. "I am fine. I like being this way." In some backward way, he reminded her of her son, at least in the first few weeks of his life. He had been just as exclamatory over his own discoveries and thoughts, before he had developed his own internal thought processes, or realized that his thoughts could remain within his own mind without disappearing in thin air. "You're being too loud to capture any rabbits. You'll scare them all away if you continue to speak this loudly," the Whilom said in a matter-of-fact kind of way, still cautious of the exuberant male.

Izaak · 08-26-2010, 05:50 PM

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Table & Coding © Anna; Sorry again hun, got fired and have just been out of it; 522 words

Gwen wasn't the only one that he dwarfed. He was taller than his father and uncle as well. That came from his mom's genes. The rest of his siblings were fairly tall as well, at least in comparison to their respective fathers. But the height difference was something that Izaak didn't really seem to even notice. Not when he had already bothered his own father for a piggy back ride. But that is just something that the child would be known to do. He didn't often think before acting. He lacked that sort of impulse control. As would be found out when he approached the female. The boy was was addled in the head. Everything didn't work together as it should. Not when he had a separate part of his mind that kept a secret from this half. But just take a look at his genetics. After all crazy people don't know that they are crazy.

Izaak looked confused as he was commanded not to touch. He didn't understand it. He was only trying to help. That really was the only thing on his mind at the current moment. "Aber du bist verletzt..." The boy spoke in a soft and meek voice. His hands were brought back to wrap around himself in a timid sort of fashion. The poor child looked on the verge of tears at the firmly spoken words. He was trying to look as pitiful as possible. Sometimes that would be enough to sway his mother's harsh hand when she got upset with him. He even went as far as to tuck his tail in between his legs and drop his head. Of course if it wasn't about to work then he was also ready to run if he had to. That was something that he was used to as well. He could sprint at a great speed though long distance running wasn't his thing. He never had to go very far because his mom wasn't one to really give chase. She just settled for the first one that she should catch, which usually turned out to be his brother/cousin.

Teeth chewed roughly on his lower lip, suddenly surprising himself with the taste of blood in his mouth. A couple of fingers reached up to touch his mouth. He looked even more confused when he pulled them away and found blood on his fingertips. A canine had pierced his lip without him fully realizing that he had been the one to do it. In that moment he lost his composure. He went from looking helpless to looking bewildered. He tongue licked at his lip and he tasted blood all over again as well as a slight stab of pain that caused him to whimper. With this new introduction to his senses he forgot all about the original reason that he was out this far. "Oww..." He found himself whimpering again. Even the mention of rabbits couldn't bring him back to that subject. It just showed how distracted that he could be by other things. And right now it was the pain in his lip and the blood in his mouth.

Geneva Stockholm · 08-31-2010, 01:29 AM

The coyote boy spoke in a tongue that Geneva was not familiar with. She only really knew a few words in Italian because Naniko's children shared that tongue with their father. The words that he spoke rung strangely in her ears, because she could sense the confusion and the lost sense of sadness within them. But she did not know what to say to the strange boy. Only moments before they had spoken a common tongue, hadn't they?

Geneva was surprised at how upset he became at her refusal to let him touch her. Before she really had any time to think, the depths of his negative emotions became painstakingly apparent to the Whilom. Geneva pressed her ears against the back of her skull, unsettled by this sudden turn of events. She did not know quite what to say to the boy or how to react. This situation was all very strange to her!

She backed away from him a few feet, uncertain as to what he would do. She did not want to leave him in a place of distress, but she also did not want to place herself into a precarious position. When she was a good few feet away, she concentrated and felt her bones shifting. Within a few minutes, she had attained the two-legged shape that the boy was in. Geneva was slight boned, short, and had always looked fragile and childlike in this form. However, she hoped that this might make things a little better. Once upon a time, she might have just bolted when a stranger exhibited behavior like this, but since becoming a mother, the woman couldn't leave well enough alone. She wanted to at least make sure he was all right before she left. "Is this better?" she asked cautiously, her voice still holding a touch of bewilderment.

Izaak · 09-03-2010, 01:34 AM

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The firmly spoken words had the child reverting back to how he acted when his mother was upset. His mother didn't care for the English tongue when she was upset and so he had refrained. So in his current mindset he saw Gen in his mother's place. Hoping to quell the firm tone and supposed anger directed towards him he had spoken in German. He had no idea that she couldn't understand him. He was only trying to do what he knew had worked for him in the past on occasion. He was only trying to make her not mad at him any longer. If he wasn't threatening then there was no reason for her to be upset, right? At least that it what was going through his mind.

He really hadn't expected her to shift. He had only been trying to make things better. He didn't expect her to try to make him less upset. It wasn't something that his mother would do. He wasn't sure what to say or how to react. It was written on his face. "Ye...yeah..." He supposed it was better but his voice held the uncertainty that he was feeling. He had never encountered someone that took steps to make him feel better when he was upset. The most he could hope for was to be left alone and ignored. As depressive as that might sound for some it really was the best option for him. It was what made him happiest. Just look at his brother/cousin and see what their mother's anger could drive her to do. So usually not having her attention was better than having her attention.

"Weres you stuck?" The question came with a curious tilt of his head. With her conversing in English he slipped back into that language as well. He was slowly starting to realize that she wasn't anything like his mom. "Whys you fluffies?" Of course he was talking about how her coat was thicker than his own. He was under the impression that she was just some sort of fluffy coyote. It wasn't like he could really remember seeing a wolf before. And if he had then he certainly didn't recognize it. "You ears lil toos." These were things that he was just stopping to take notice of. Comparing her bipedal form to his own. And it was obvious that is just what the boy was doing by the way that he glanced between the female and himself. He was noting all of the differences and instead of keeping them to himself the child was speaking all of them out loud. "You shorts. Unky Cotl shorts toos." Izaak smiled a bit, at least until it reminded him of the pain in his lip. Once that happened he was reaching his fingers back up to his lip. The bleeding had slowly subsided but the pain was still there when he touched it or tried to smile. It was only a mild injury. He had suffered worse at the hand of his mother.

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