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There was a thick fog clouding the territory today. The day was gloomy, but it was only early. Who knew what the rest of the day would bring? Maybe the fog would clear up, and the sun would peak through the clouds. Moonfyre looked up at the sky through the few trees that were around him. One little ray of sun peeked through the clouds. The one ray was not enough to lighten the day, though.
His paws sunk into the damp earth underneath them with every step he took. The trees cleared, and now there was a creek before him. He followed the water bank bored with not much else to do. He watched his own reflection as he walked. His muscles rippled in such an interesting way. He had never really seen his own full body reflection like this before. It was fascinating to him. He stopped walking, and just stood there looking himself over.
A sweet call flowed through the sky reaching his ears. Ahh, another. Moonfyre looked toward the sweet voice’s sound and saw a dot in the distance. She was just sitting there near the creek almost calling out to him personally. There was nothing on his mind more than meeting this female being the whore that he usually is. Mate #2.. He growled at the strange voice that called to him from inside his head. After about a yard, he reached her, and silently approached. He kept his distance, but also made sure he was seen.
"Infidelity is wrong."
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As he approached he watched her make a series of movements toward his direction. When he actually reached her, she was sitting on the ground looking at him intently. He wondered why she hadn’t said anything to him after his random vocal. It was loud enough for her to hear, but maybe she thought he was talking to himself. Yeah, that could’ve been it. He was silent as he approached her. He stopped just a couple feet away, not wanting to get into the female’s face. He smiled to her, and spoke.
Hello. What are you doing out here so alone?
He reclined to his haunches as well, but kept his gaze on the female. He lowered his head, but kept his eyes locked on their target. Then he got up, and stretched out his body with a few small cracks sounding as he did so. Then Moonfyre walked in circles around the female about two times before stopping near her face.
What's your name?
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Moonfyre circled her once more and stopped to face her. He did not answer her right away, and paused to calculate the situation. Blackfoot… That voice again. It chimed her name over and over until Moonfyre finally had to shake his head to make it stop. When he was done, he looked up at her.
Well, what kind of nicknames have you acquired over the years?
He watched her expressions change slightly. She went from almost being content to strangely happier. She spoke about how she was a newcomer to Aniwaya. He looked away from her, and thought back to when he was just that. He remembered an annoyed femme showing him the ropes, and she was so abrupt about it that he didn’t really catch on until later. He smirked at the thought still looking toward the water. Her question broke his stare. Life came back into his eyes, and he turned to face her again.
I’m Moonfyre. You can call me whatever. I was walking around clearing my head when I found you. I saw you, and figured you might brighten my day.
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[html] Since this is dating back to November, would I be playing him as if he were in that time zone? Because he was in Aniwaya then.. Lemme know if I should change it.
When the breeze blew Moonfyre, too, took in her scent. It was a fruity kind of scent, one that femmes usually had. It smelled fruity to him probably because he thought of females smelling fresh. Except for the old bags that were too old to take care of themselves. He snorted slightly thinking of the stench that came off his companion back in the day, Lily. As she became older, she began to smell funky. He had to kill her. Blackfoot’s answer woke him up from his trance. He blinked a few times before looking back at her.
You are right. You have a bunch of different names. I don’t think I’ve ever earned any nicknames in my life.
He sat quietly thinking about it for a moment. Nope, no nicknames. He furrowed his brow as he was lost in thought. No nicknames because you’re unimportant. There was the voice. Moonfyre refrained from making any type of expression or growl. He didn’t want to scare this young femme off. Her next question brought him back from thinking harsh things back to this dismembered voice.
A pack? Yes, I belong to Aniwaya. As I can smell, so do you, too. How long have you actually been here with us? Seeing how you’ve gotten lost already, I would say not long?
Moonfyre was always inquisitive about things that interested him. When he first joined Aniwaya he never got lost. Yes, it was easy, but if you were prone to being lost you might want to stay within the fence before you decide to go wandering.
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She pondered this for a minute, why would he not have any nicknames.... Was he the strong silent type who liked to keep to himself? He was lone out here, maybe he felt insecure? She slightly doubted her judgement but the pieces fitted together quite well, he was alone and inquisitive. She looked at his expression, brow furrowed, his shining eyes a half moon stared at the ground, lips slightly parted, a really thoughtful look...
"Yes, finally I have found someone who belongs to the same tribe!" She exclaimed in relief "You can smell it on me?"
She figured the sweet scent might be a significant mutual mark of some kind; a friendly smell resembling to her the sugary pines of the forest lingered on him, the same aroma that the russet Diwale carried, it was distinctive and strong on the wind. Any wolf in his prime could track another’s scent for hundreds of miles, this was especially true of the two legs. She wondered whether this male was of those kind. "Well thats pretty neat" -and useful- she thought. "Well the thing is, I am a little timid with new people and I was trying to take it slow to the village, you know to think about things.” This certain she wolf was a real thinker, it’s good to think before acting, to prevent stupidity and sometimes stay alive, but she thought maybe on occasion she thought things over too much. She uttered a quiet growl in protest at her stomach as she heaved herself to her aching feet in a stumbling daze, whining a little as she sidled closer to him, her eyes set to his. She padded forward and timidly leaned against him and rested her weak head on his strong warm shoulder, she wasn’t thinking at all at that moment. “But I managed to lose Dawali’s scent trail in the rain and here I am now”
She was expecting him to pull away any second as she sighed and nestled close to him... It was just nice for her to have someone to relate to again, even if not in blood.
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Oh its no problem What’s wrong with your table ?
She seemed excited about the fact that they belonged to the same pack. She also seemed that she didn’t spend that much time in it yet. She had a faint Aniwaya smell on her, but not as strong as his. His mind shrugged, if that was possible, and he thought maybe his was strong because he mingled with other wolves in the pack as well. That was a guess.
Think about things? You’re already in the pack. You should’ve thought about things before you joined if you weren’t sure.
She came up to him and nestled her gray muzzle into his shoulder. He didn’t move, but became slightly stiff. Only his mate was allowed to do that, but right now she wasn’t here. She would probably smell the foreign femme on him later. He still didn’t move, but stayed tense in his position. He didn’t think this as right, but he wasn’t about to shrug her off either.
Every wolf in Aniwaya is friendly. They are all a part of a civil group of wolves, and unless you create trouble, there isn’t any. Nothing to think about.
He assured her with a smile.
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Blackfoot backed away from him, and his face probably shown sheer puzzlement. She must’ve smelled Ember. Yep, that must’ve been it. The poor femme kept backing away and Moonfyre took a few steps toward her, but still confused. She darted into the forest with a clumsy kind of run and disappeared.
Moonfyre just stood there kind of confused. He knew why she backed away from him. His body stature didn’t help, plus the smell of his mate on him most likely was the cause of her backing up, but that was no reason to run away. Go after her! Moonfyre growled. For what? To chase her? If she wants to run from me, she can. I’m not going to pursue her like prey. But then Moonfyre thought about it, and decided to follow her to see if she was okay. Being embarrassed wasn’t a reason to run. Not at all.
Moonfyre padded into the place where Blackfoot entered the trees. There you go! Moonfyre kept padding quietly and carefully while he followed her scent. Her scent became stronger and stronger by the second, and finally he found her collapsed on the ground. He would’ve stepped on her if he didn’t look down in time.
Blackfoot! What happened?
The femme was lying on the floor. She looked weak now, but he didn’t notice this before. What a sudden change. He nudged her with his nose, and hoped she was okay. Even though he didn’t know her well, he still didn’t wish illness upon her. He wished she would answer quicker.
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