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Word Count :: 500 HI BABY 8D Also, deliberately vague first paragraph because I am not sure wut goin dahwn in that thread yet. ;P


The pallid youth had meandered outside of Dahlia once again, despite his uncle's warnings. He had been shaken by the encounter there, and he needed to sort his own thoughts out. Solitude seemed like the proper answer for this, and he knew that his own confined spaces would only cause him to think about what had happened once again. It had seemed similar to Rio—a test—but if this had been a test, he had certainly failed it. Larkspur had given him a directive, and he had not obeyed it. The boy was ashamed of himself, in a way, but relieved, as well—as much as he had wanted to do what Larkspur asked of him, he knew in his heart his mother would not have approved, and he could not act in a way that she would have disapproved of... could he? Hadn't he acted in such a way with Rio?


These thoughts tore into him, and no matter how many times he wrote them down, the facts stared him back in the face. It was not as if he needed to write down these thoughts; he could remember in stunning, perfect detail what had happened to Rio, though he did not dare describe it to that extent in his journal. Such a thing seemed exhibitionist and improper, and he did not know how he would feel writing down such acts in graphic detail. Would it make him a monster twice over if it aroused him? For the first time, Harlowe had doubt. He did not know that he was doing the right thing with Larkspur anymore; he did not know that he was pursuing the right path. It was clear to him that his mother and Larkspur were representative of different beings, and though he knew quite well just what each was supposed to represent, he could not bear to make such a choice. It should have been easy, either way, but instead, he was tormented and haunted by this choice, this imminent decision of his.


It did not occur to Harlowe that he had already made his decision, that he was an unwelcome presence in his home pack at best. He did not know of his sister's well-being or whereabouts, and he had ceased contact with the rest of his family save Larkspur, isolating himself for fear of their retribution. They would never understand what he endured. He leaned forward, clutching his chocolate-stained head in his hands, his ears pressed back into his unkempt and shaggy hair. He was a long, lean canine, and it seemed he was finally growing into his limbs; he had lost a considerable amount of gangliness after passing his first birthday. Harlowe was unaware of the tensions between Dahlia and Inferni; he might have been more careful, as he was rather close to the coyote border. Still, he was not planning on venturing any closer, and not realizing the potential problems, he figured he was a safe distance from the clan.

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D'aww, you didn't have to start a thread for us. You are awesome, Sie!<3 Big Grin (631 words)


It seemed as if it were going to rain. Perched on the covered porch of the mansion, straw gold studied the darkening clouds overhead. It seemed as if they had grown far too full to carry any more weight, and soon enough they’d burst open to send showers below. And yet, the girl wanted to risk it. Stepping away from D’Neville, Clover wandered south towards the borders of the clan’s land. Her mind, however, was not in the present as thoughts of a few days ago returned to her. Upon acceptance, she had not gone straight to Razekiel to tell him of her choice. Unless Kaena or one of the other members of the clan had spilled the beans, the other Lykoi would still very much be in the dark about his daughter’s sudden arrival there. He had warned her about the dangers, but Drifter Bay could no longer house her. After such long months in solitude there – such an utter reversal of life in Juniper Peace – the girl was certain she’d go crazy if she did not branch out somewhere. He’d have to accept it in the end. Really, he didn’t have much choice. Clover had been on her own for quite some time now, and it was rather obvious to her that she could make her own decisions even if she wasn’t exactly a wise, experienced adult.

Had she been focused on the ground in front of her, instead of the thoughts preoccupying her, Clover would have realized she had headed in the wrong direction. She had planned on returning to her small shack to secure a few more of her items. The pearly white guitar still lay in the dilapidated building’s shelter, as well of jars containing various odds and ends. She’d also want to harvest the last of her garden’s gifts before they wilted away under the unsurpassable cold of the first frost and the coming winter months. If she still remained in Inferni in the spring, she was sure to once again cultivate a small garden.

It wasn’t until she had gone beyond the borders and the scents changed that Clover snapped back to reality and realized her mistake. Had she gone correctly northwest she would have emerged in The Waste on the other side of the clan’s territory, before returning to the all too familiar Drifter Bay. Here, Clover was sure, was the wrong side of the Waste. She hadn’t even noticed she’d gotten turned around. The area stretching from Drifter Bay to Halifax was pretty well developed in the girl’s mind, though Inferni was still much of a mystery. Though she had lived there for a couple days now, she hadn’t ventured from the mansion much, perhaps excusing her daft mix-up.

Sighing, she let eyes gauge the clouds overhead. The deep slate gray was threatening, but she was sure she’d have more time. Silently, a streak of wetness stole away from a straw eye and dampened the mask of red. She hovered so close to sadness now, it seemed, that even this small mistake had rattled her some. "You’re so stupid sometimes," she chided herself, laughing once as she wiped at the dampness. It wasn’t until then that she realized she was not alone, eyes sweeping over the pale cream form and focusing on the dark tangle of head in hands. Her own thin arms, adorned in many bracelets, crossed over her chest while thin fingers wrapped around opposite biceps protectively, as if she were trying to hug away the cold air. It was clear she did not know this person and any information about him was lost on her. She didn’t even recognize the smell of Dahlia that mixed with his scent. And so unknowing what to expect, called lightly, "Are you.. alright?"


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GUESS WUT THIS BE MY 1500TH POST

Though he carried his notebooks and at least a volume of whatever he happened to be reading at the time, the pale youth was not writing or reading; instead, he was utterly locked in his own thought processes, circling around and around the same facts and conclusions he had been privy to just moments before. As if in the grips of madness, he approached this same issue headlong again and again, expecting different results each time. There was near-panic in him, and the youth did not notice the approach of the coyote. It was not until she spoke and her voice snapped him from his thoughts that he peered over and looked at her; apparently, despite his delay in recognizing her presence, he was the first of the pair to realize the other.


It was not a moment, however, before the woman noticed him in turn; Harlowe peered at her with curious jade eyes. For once in his life, he was almost happy for companionship—anything to interrupt the terrible cycle of thoughts in his mind. He rolled his thin shoulders in a slow shrug, his eyes tracing over the coloring beads on her wrist and then the coppery color of her hair. “I was just thinking, yes.” His answer was backwards, but he did not notice; instead, he straightened up, leaning against the tree and stretching his legs before him. “Sometimes I get caught in my head,” he admitted, raising one of his chocolate-patched shoulders in a shrug. There was something almost sheepish about the gesture, though no correlating emotion rose within Harlowe; he was simply indifferent.

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HOORAY! YOU CAN HAS THIS NOW! Oooo, gold! (362 words)


Her fingers tightened around her arms as Clover stood staring down at the boy sprawled not far from her. Though she listened to his words, straw eyes were busy studying his form and the items that accompanied him. In particular, three things caught the young girl’s interest. First of all was the green color of his eyes. She could admit that she had fallen in love with them far before she had ever met Harlowe. They were the same jade green of the boy back in Juniper Peace; the long lost love whom Clover would most likely never see again. Second was his folded lean frame. When her gaze was finally able to break away from the chocolate framed jade, she noticed just how inviting the plane of his chest seemed to be. Third were the things at his side. It seemed as if he had brought along some old human books and Clover was largely interested in what they had to say. She had never really had many books, but she always found herself intrigued by the words the extinct humans had left behind. One of the best things she had had the privilege of reading had been: “Have faith in love, if nothing else.”

She nodded softly, before letting one hand rise to brush some of the golden hair away from her face. "I’m the same way," words somewhat bashful as she considered her trek in the wrong direction. She didn’t want to admit she had gotten so wrapped up in her own mind that she had gone this far out of her way. And now that she had come across Harlowe, Clover knew she’d feel stupid if she turned back now. For whatever reason, she didn’t want him to realize her foolish mistake. So instead, she’d create a reason for lingering. "What’re you reading?" She took a few quick steps in his direction, before crouching and pointing towards the notebooks and things he had. Maybe he didn’t want to have the company right now, but Clover needed this. Somehow she was clinging to this small interaction in hopes of not falling back into that pitiful feeling of emptiness.

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SHINYSHINYSHINY. It are proudly displayed. NOW, ONTO THE NEXT ONE. Also, NGL, it took me like two days to notice my daisy icon. :/ I kept glancing at my icon row, sort of vaguely thinking "hmm, you know, that's pretty full" and not realizing I had an extra icon. Herp derp derp! Also, dude, that gold skull matches that table really well. XD Also also, this is wut he be readin' hurr: The Sea Wolf.


It had not immediately occurred to the pale-furred youth that this woman was pretty; he was quite used to seeing beauty in those formulated like his mother, all paleness and wolfishness, but as she drew closer to him, his gaze was drawn to her, unabashedly—there was no shame within the D'Angelo child, of course, and he did not consider his rudeness; thankfully, she spoke before he was given to staring for moments, and the youth looked to her face, finding it impossible to converse now without keeping his attentions on other canine's faces. He was trying to decipher the more nuanced meanings of speech, something he had utterly failed at thus far; the chocolate-tipped youth was basically ignorant to most facial gestures and body language, a painful deficiency for one who lived in the rigid societies of the wolf.


The Sea Wolf. I thought it would be about wolves, but it's not. A man nearly drowned in the sea, and he's on a boat with another terrible man now,” the boy said, shrugging his shoulder indifferently. It was not one of the better books he had devoured; there were far more interesting pieces out there, but that did not mean he would drop this one. Besides, he was only a small way into the book—the chance for improvement was always there. “Do you like to read?” he asked, having missed a beat upon realizing that interest in his books might just signify such an interest within this copper-shaded woman.

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I kept getting distracted when writing this; don't mind the disjointedness! Also, SILLY SIE IS SILLY.


In an instant, she had settled her frame onto the earth so that she was facing Harlowe, deciding that she wanted her stay to become more permanent then her crouching posture would have suggested. She listened curiously to his explanation of the book, not finding anything about it particularly interesting. The things she had read had mostly been works of non-fiction, but there had been a few fictional fairy tales snuck in there as well. Not everyone in Juniper Peace could read, but it had been a skill Clover had been adamant about learning when she had been young. Most of all, it helped with her gardening since she was now able to keep track of her growing plants in a small chart. "Interesting," she replied softly, though it was somewhat of a lie. She didn’t really care to hear more of the story’s plot, but she had to admit she was quite fascinated that he seemed into literature.

"Sure I do," she responded, curling her legs into a pretzel beneath her and resting her palms in her lap. "I haven’t read many stories like yours, though," and she shrugged. "I have some gardening guides, but that’s all, really. We had more books when I was little, but I didn’t bring any of those with me." Straw eyes flitted from jade to the book, and then she raised a hand halfway into the air and gestured towards it. "Is it any good, love?" She asked then, referring again to what he was reading. Maybe if she could coax him into it, she’d ask to borrow it sometime. That was, if she ever saw him again after today.


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