ooc;; 04.12.10 optime form!

His paw wasn't even close to healing in the four days since his panicked flight from Dahlia de Mai. He still didnt understand his total freak out on the beaches he so loved- seeing the impaled rabbit had sent him into some kind of panic attack. He knew there were things he wasnt dealing with- he knew that he needed to find his sister and make their family whole again. He missed his father a lot, despite not being especially close to him. His aunt had gone aloof and distant, as had their leader. His brothers were around but he hadnt spoken to them properly in over a month. He knew that he was over reacting about these things but he had needed to get away. He'd run and run until a small pebble had split his right front paw and he had been unable to fix it because he was so freaked out. He knew what to do, knew herbs that would have helped with the healing, knew he had to bandage it. But his mind hadn't been working, so he had called for help. He'd met Addison on the borders of her home, Phoenix Valley.


A bandage now held his paw together nicely, but his morning runs had been disturbed because of it. He couldnt take his usual run in Lupus form as per usual and was forced to make it in his optime. Four days of running on two legs was helping him get used to this odd form, but it still didnt feel right. He knew he needed to heal properly to actually get back to normal. He wasnt going to stop running because of a split paw, which was testiment to the determination in his character. Or simply the obsession the young man had for his routine. This mornings run had been okay- he had gone from Oberon's Spring all the way around Wolfville towards Flanders Field and St Pepins Vineyard and then back home. He was looking healthy and considering the fact that tomorrow he would have been in Dahlia for two months, his emaciated form was beginning to bulk out again.


He had decided to try and find Skye again to maybe continue the reading lessons she had given him in the university a while ago. He was beginning to forget a few of the things she had taught him and he didnt want that to happen. He remembered their first meeting, her insistance that her new pack would be close to his. He was in the heart of Ethereal Eclipse, trying to find his way to Skye and her new pack. He didnt know how successful he would be and it was mid afternoon when he began to smell the first signs of another pack. Still, he didnt want to just walk up to the borders and howl, so instead he hung around near the lake, waiting to see if the pale female would reveal herself.



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ooc;; dun be so silly shaw! i still lurve you!

He seemed to have been waiting forever, but in actual fact it was only about five minutes. He was wondering whether he should how for the pale lady when a rustling from behind him caught his attention. He shuffled round from his sitting position, right hand craddled gently against his belly. Green eyes spotted another in their optime form, a mixture of creams, browns and reds making up the mans coat. It was easy to see that this was a man, he was very tall and muscular. It took those green eyes just moments to see the knife in the males hands, but he did not feel threatened at that moment. It was held casually in his hands and Saul felt relaxed by the mans presence, despite the fact that he was a stranger. His words made Saul smile and he nodded softly before speaking.


"It is wonderfully quiet out here"


He murmered softly, tail flicking gently behind him. It was a quiet meeting it appeared and Saul was happy that he had been met by a peaceful soul. He knew he needed to get his paw healed quickly, as Saluce had been planning a pack hunt and he wanted to be sound for that. If this male had not been peaceful and Saul had had to defend himself, he didnt think his paw would have healed that quickly. He smelt familair somehow and with a jolt he realised he smelt a lot like Skye. Perhaps someone had sent him instead of her. A faint smile graced his lips and it was at these times that Saul felt most reserved- when he was quiet and calm.


"My name is Saul Stormbringer... I come from Dahlia de Mai. You smell a lot like my friend Skye."


Came his quiet voice once more. He wondered what the male was doing up here, why he had a knife, who he was. Perhaps Saul would get the answers to his questions, perhaps he would not. But he was feeling calm and peaceful right now, which really was a change from his usal energetic self.



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ooc;; <33

Cinnamon backed ears that had previoulsy lain flat on his head now perked as the tri coloured male spoke about Skye. It was quite obvious that he would have known her- they shared the same pack scent. Thinking on it however, Saul knew there were at least four people in Dahlia he had never met. He had heard of Lolita's sister Pippa but had never met her. There was Legacy he hadn't spoken to and he had heard about Conor's cousin Vesle. That was three at least. Still, Cercatori D'Arte was a relatively new pack and Saul expected that he would know her. It made Saul smile however to think that Skye had actually made something of herself- he assumed that by Right hand the male meant his beta. He smiled softly at the tri-coloured male, tail flickering softly behind him.


"I'm glad for her"



He offered by way of congratulations to the pale female. Perhaps that was what she was doing today- sorting out something within her pack. Saul was perfectly fine with that and he would have to wait for her to teach him some more. Ears perked as the tri-coloured male gave his name. He had heard about this one from Skye. He remembered the name. A soft nod was given in recognition of the name. It seems he had been correct when Shawchert reaffirmed that Skye was his co leader. She had done well for herself since the first time Saul had met her. He was pleased her her.


"Skye told me about you. Its nice to meet you at last! Go ahead sir, your welcome to sit"


He offered. Green eyes were about to turn back to staring in to space when the tri-coloured male pulled out a hunk of wood. He wondered what the male was doing with it. It looked like it was making the shape of something but Saul had never seen anything like it before. What was Shawchert doing with a hunk of wood. He was going to ask, but he held his tongue, waiting for the male to take a seat before he asked him any question.


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ooc;; <33

Saul smiled softly as Shawchert spoke about the pale woman. She had been kind to him and now she was teaching him to read. He had forgiven her past discrepancy of laughing at him and was pleased that she was making something for herself. He himself hoped that one day, when he was old enough, Conor would trust him enough to give him a good job. He was more than capable of hunting now and his training with Saluce was making sure that the youth could not only defend himself but to fight as well. He didnt exactly want to use these skills, but he had felt that to not learn them would be to leave himself vulnerable and weak in the pack. So he had learnt and now he was more useful than before.


"I was going to. But the veiws caught my attention first and then you found me!"


He said with a gentle smile on his face. Green eyes were rewarded with the whittling of the wood that he had wondered about before. As he watched the tri-coloured male began to skim a knife over the wood, cutting away bits and making the wood smooth. He was entranced almost straight away. Carving wood would, or could, be a useful skill to have and Saul seemed to be addicted to learning at the moment. Shawchert asked him why he was up here, but he felt his previous words had explained why he was here better than an out and out explanation.


"Shawchert... If you don't mind my asking... What exactly are you doing?"


His tone was light and airy, he didnt want to sound indignant about asking. He really fancied the idea of making something out of the wood. Maybe a present for his brothers. He wondered if the tri-coloured male would be willing to teach him what he was doing.


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Saul was pretty certain in his assessment of the male that he would not react badly to his prying question. He seemed an amiable enough male and he gave off a certain friendliness that was hard if not impossible to fake. Saul was no deciever but if his time as a loner had taught him anything, he had learnt not to take people at face value. There was always something more going on, always something that wasnt at first obvious. Saul was almost certain that whatever was not obvious about Shawchert was certainly not a threat to the Dahlian. He had a certain sense about trust in others and Saul could tell he was a trustworthy man.


Cinnamon ears cupped back and forward as the man began to speaking and Saul lapped up what he was saying with interest. The man had called it carving, or widdling, and Saul was happy with his explanation of the craft. Whilst Saul had never been given a pencil and paper to draw he had always found that his mind was artistic- he could imagine very vividly and he would imagine that his hands could comply with these images in his head. Green eyes saw a shape emerging, a guitar he had called it. The young man had never seen a guitar before, but nodded all the same.


"Thats quite a skill you have there..."


He murmered, mesmerised by what the tri-coloured male was showing him. Astonistment caught him as Shawchert offered to teach him the trade. A smile came to Saul's lips before he could really think about it and he nodded eagerly. Shaw's talk about presents made the boy think. He and his brothers would soon be a year and it would be nice to give them something. He almost chuckled as the image of a bear came to him- that would certainly be Gideon's gift, as a reminder of that fun day and the treasure they had found. He thought maybe a rabbit for Ascher, as a reminder of their reunion and his brothers altogether shy nature.


"I would love to learn, Mr Shawchert! I'm afraid I dont have a knife on my at the moment though..."


He fretted over, although his mind was far away from actually learning the craft. He wanted to make lots of things, now that this door was open to him. Perhaps Shawchert could teach him the basics and Saul would go from there- he was, afterall, a very quick learner.



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