Angels on the moon.

Range Soul · 02-04-2011, 09:58 PM

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THIS LOVELY TABLE FILLED WITH SEXYNESS WAS MADE BY NUKI! Big Grin I assume he is suffering from a very mild state of hypothermia at the moment. He can be found pretty much any where, since I didn't specify where he stopped. (: My poor bbuuu..

Snow was a magical thing through the orbs of the bi-eyed pup. When ever it was in the actual process of coming down, it seemed to drift and dance- putting on a show for all those who feasted their eyes upon it. For Range Soul, this process was especially amazing. So absolutely intriguing, in fact, that he found himself unable to contain his urges.

When the storm first began, it was a glorious sight- Even though he had been watching it through the stained windows in Gideon's house. For once, he did not care where his sister was. Nor what activity his father was engaging in. The scene was almost as perfect as a picture you would see on a postcard. Range stood up on his two back legs, steadying himself by placing his two front paws on the sill. A mesmerized look was painted across his face, his pupils becoming larger as he tried to take in the lovely performance that was taking place in front of him. The pup yearned to be outside with the flakes.. In the boy's mind, the snow crystals were not that different then himself. The flakes did not have long to express each of their distinct personalities, and for that reason, each one of the crystals did a different dance. Some swayed to more of a classical tune.. Zigzagging back and forth like many of the others, but then adding a funky twist by swirling and going off track. "Just like us.." Range never seemed to dance to his own beat. But every once and a while, he added some thing unexpected. Doing things just to bring himself pleasure, or saying some thing just to get it off his chest. But no matter how hard he tried, his independence just didn't shine through enough for his liking.

It could be said that it was this way of thinking that caused the boy to nudge open the door. His feelings of being overly-dependent could also be to blame for 'making' him slip past the portal. And if one was very wise, they could easily assume that both of these things were what urged him start running- Leaving the door slightly open. He had to work unsurprisingly hard to fight back against the harsh winds. His mind screamed at him to turn around, but his legs would not obey. The once heavenly looking storm was now a blizzard, whipping winds and pelting pieces of hail. If the pup had ever experienced it before; he probably would have compared the experience to being shot. Though the pain was not enough to be considered as much as a 'regular' gun would inflict.. The frozen water vapor and pelting hail were similar to the agony a BB gun could inflict.

Over time the snow became harder and harder to walk through. He was completely exhausted, and his body was working to slow him down. His eyes stung from the cold, feeling almost as horrid as a burn. He panted heavily, slowing down and rolling onto his side. The snow was freezing- literally. But it served almost as a pillow to the tired boy. He was to far to be seen from the comfort of his home, and rescue seemed almost impossible. He tried to imagine the look of Gideon's face when they brought his body back after the storm, hoping it would help him gain some motivation. But alas, it was found to be false hope. His lids fell over his orbs, covering his stinging eyes with a blanket of darkness. His body slipped into a sleep like state, going almost completely limp- leaving only his furious shivering and hagged breaths to continue.

Conor Soul · 02-10-2011, 10:33 AM

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Not everyone were counted for, and there was one little soul missing. The snow storm had only worsened, though that was what had driven the Dahlian leader out into the foul weather in the first place. Conor knew nothing of the destruction that would affect his house and endanger the creatures he loved. Instead he was out doing rounds, keeping tally of pack wolves and making certain that children were safe. Range was missing, and the thought that he might be lost out in the cold was hideous to even draw close to. Heart beat quickly within its ribcage prison; building up dismaying amounts of anxiety and quiet fear for the child that he couldn’t find. Conor knew not where Gideon was at this moment either, but he could not settle with not knowing. He had to make sure that the child was safe—his own blood.

But how could he hope to find anything in this world of stormy white? ”Range?” voice seemed to be carried away by the solid turns made by a rabid wind, and snow was ruthlessly thrown into his face. This was not good; no one should be out wandering in this weather. The child had probably found shelter somewhere, for the alpha was no longer following the puppy footprints that had led him out into this search in the first place. ”Range!” Ears lay flat against his cinnamon form, but the thought of turning was not once apparent in the man’s mind. Lupus form continued to force its way through the piling snow, though he knew that he was treading blindly now.

Siku · 02-10-2011, 07:41 PM

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*slinks into thread with head down* I know guys.. I know. Sad

When Siku first began her journey out of the Great White North, she assumed she would be leaving the cold, the snow, and the storms behind. It was considered a sacrifice to the small she-wolf who grew up in a snow encased world. However to Siku's delight, snow storms were not alien to the land of 'Souls; she had not traveled far enough to escape the cold bitterness of the winter. Siku was beginning to realize that. In a way, the Eastern storms could be much more deadly than those in the Northwest. The air was wetter, harsher, and the winds stronger. Snow was something Siku thought she knew everything there was to know about, but she was proven wrong once the humid air hit her. It lingered in her lungs, and froze to her fur. She could sense the difference, feel the change in severity.

Location was the key, and today Mother Nature had concocted the perfect circumstances for a truly devastating storm. White fur startlingly hidden amidst the blowing snow, Siku spent her afternoon keeping an eye on the area around Wolfville. Running to keep warm, and resting under snow drifts when she tired, Siku was comforted by the constant wandering she had done as of lately. She knew what could happen to a wolf unprepared to face the cold, and for some strange reason Siku felt she was obligated to brave the weather and ensure that there were no souls in danger during the harsh storm. If anything were to happen to anyone within miles of Siku, she was sure to blame herself, regardless of the situation.

Siku began to consider finding better shelter than a simple snow drift, the wet cold seeming to soak through her whole body. Running without pause helped to warm up her limbs, but one could not run forever, especially in the blinding conditions of the blizzard upon Dahlia. The white she-wolf was now padding through the thick snow just outside of Wolfville, slowly but surely making her way into the town. There was so many strange buildings and creations Siku sensed were not built by wolf, and knowing this she felt anxious whenever in the town for too long. She preferred to be in the wild; but today there was hardly any choice. She had to find shelter, and she had to find it that night. Siku did not want to think about what would happen if she was forced to spend the night in the snow. Luckily, the white wolf had never gotten lost before; her sense of direction perhaps her most valuable skill. Many nights obsessively exploring Dahlia had given her a clear mental map of the area.

As Siku made her way toward Wolfville, she continued to keep her eyes and ears out for the smallest signs of other life in what little blurry landscape she could see. Her head was down, ears pressed back and slim body low to the snow as she traveled almost contently. The cold was nothing to be upset about, unless it posed a danger. Thoughtful but alert, one white paw hung in the air as Siku froze mid step. She could hear the faintest voice calling out. It could have been her imagination or the wind, but Siku chose to trust her instincts, and immediately sought to find the source of the sound. Strong legs pouncing over the deep snow, if Siku had been visible, she would have looked like a rabbit bounding through the snow as she pursued the voice. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard the voice again, and Siku was almost positive it belonged to her Alpha; Conor Soul.

“Conor! It's.. It's Me!.. Siku.." Siku called out for him, her voice wavering as she struggled through an unexpectedly deeper patch of snow. The thick white flakes were suddenly up to her neck, and the small white wolf looked as if she was swimming through the snow until she stumbled onto a shallower trail, spotting the Orange blur through the thick haze of snow falling. Seeing him for the first time since her arrival, Siku was excited, anxious, relieved and worried. After getting through the deep snow, she broke into a run, fearing she might lose him in the blizzard if she didn't get close fast enough. "Is everything all righ-" In her rush, the she-wolf had misjudged the distance between them, and smashed right into her Alpha with a breathless yelp.

Range Soul · 02-13-2011, 02:24 PM

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occ hurrr.

The boy's spirit seemed to be clinging to his body, refusing to leave the brown pup permanently. Each time Range regained consciousness his heart awoke with a thud, pounding hard against his ribs. Evidently he could not stand on his own, his legs barely able to twitch under the thin layer of snow that had began to cover him. He attempted to lift his head, blinking furiously to try to clear the coldness from his eyes. It would have been easy for one to brush off the sound in the distance as their imagination.. But Range was optimistic, even now. It had a familiar tone to it, though the snow had tore it to pieces before it reached his ears. Whatever it was, it couldn't be that far. He knew he had a dedicated pack.. And he was quite happy for that. But the person or persons that had come looking for him were risking their own skins. In the mind of the boy, ignoring them would cause them to keep looking. Wasting their time, and forcing guilt to follow them for the remainder of their days.

His paws twitched as he tried to stand, feeling like a million pins and needles. And with continuous injections of pain being prescribed to the pup, it was easy for his to describe him agony though pained yelps. The cold air stung his throat and mouth, sucking moisture from them. The noises could barely be heard overt the whipping wind, especially if one was not listening closely. But the pup would not give in easily, careful not to miss his chance at rescue.

Conor Soul · 02-15-2011, 07:34 AM

Don't worry about it, Siku <3
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Through the howl of furious winter was another voice, falling in and out until he doubted its very existence. Voices were no longer what they were, for not every whisper had an owner. Conor had never really feared the dark, but it had occurred to him that he had reasons to. Someone was always watching. Caramel coated ears lifted the slightest bit, and there it was again; the voice of another. The male turned his face, but had not been given the change to distinguish the form of the approaching white wolf before the beast ran into his autumn form.

Lips drew from white fangs in the moment of confusion, but tensing shoulders quickly fell as he recognized who this was. So it was her voice that had attempted to travel through the strengthened wind. Limbs shifted slightly as he turned more toward the woman, staying close enough for physical contact in a mild fear of losing her in all the white. ”Siku,” he breathed, voice empowered to reach above the howl of bad weather. ”I’m searching for Range.” Whether the woman knew this name or not did not matter; all she had to know was that there was someone missing. The white woman shouldn’t be out wandering either, but she was an adult free to do what she wished.

The leader turned from the pack member then, continuing in his attempts to trudge through the ridiculous amounts of crystallized water. Lilac seemed to catch a glimpse of a contrasting colour against white, and eyes narrowed instantly with desperation. Adjusting his direction, he started to force his way towards the point where he had believed himself to see hope. ”Range?”

Siku · 02-15-2011, 05:01 PM

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Thanks :3 <3

Golden eyes strained to remain on Conor for more than seconds at a time, the cold wind ruffling up their fur and constantly blowing the snow in their faces. Relief flooded through her chilled body as she felt him close to her, and she suddenly wished very hard for a rope. Siku knew how easy it was to lose someone in a storm; the fact that they found each other was rather amazing to the she-wolf. She opened her slender muzzle to ask the cinnamon Alpha what he was doing so far out of town; and shut it with a horrified snap as she caught his words through the howling wind. "Range, missing? How old is he! How long has it been since he went missing? The petite alabaster wolf had a surprisingly loud voice now, a calm panic and a sense of determination settling over the formerly relieved Dahlian as she realized just what was wrong. Her voice lowered in seriousness as she stopped in front of Conor, golden eyes trying to catch violet as she tried to speak as gently as possible. From the sound of it.. Range wasn't very old. Possibly even a puppy. Siku was afraid to know how long he was out in the storm.

"If we don't find him soon.." The soft hearted she-wolf could not even finish the sentence, her head bent low as she turned to scan their surroundings. They had to find him. Alive. Siku's mother taught her a lot about surviving in the coldest temperatures, of hypothermia and frost bite. She knew the cruel fate it left for 'Souls too tired or weak to find warmth. Siku had even come across seemingly healthy adult wolves frozen to death in her life. A shudder of fear coursed through her small frame at the thought, and she turned her eyes to Conor, composure and anxiety coinciding within her wide eyes. Instead of waiting for an answer, Siku kept pace with the wolf and strayed a little to search at the same time. Her paws fell through the fluffy snow easily, and she focused on keeping track of Conor carefully. Their tracks didn't take long to disappear in the swirling wind that obscured Range in the devastating cold.

Range Soul · 02-22-2011, 01:39 PM

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Apologies for the wait. And lack of awesomeness that you guys have been demonstrating in your posts. D;

There it was again. It couldn't be his imagination, some one was speaking. The body stirred again, whining softly. He wanted to run, towards whatever.. whoever it was. Hagged breaths started up again, his small body shaking furiously.

One could explain someone leaving consciousness as an out-of-body experience. Range didn't want to die. He didn't feel as if he had accomplished enough.. "Melee." At this time, Gideon was no longer on his mind. He was safe. He had to be. "Daddy is smart.." It wasn't that his sister was not intelligent.. Just that she was more of a wanderer- Just like himself. "What if she left through the door?" His thoughts were spoken in a more panicky voice now. No longer focusing on himself, but worrying about the safety of his sibling.

It's impossible to say how much strength it took for Range to hold himself up. He tried again and again to call back out to the voice.. But it seemed impossible. Small yips emerged from his throat, hopefully making up for his lack of being mobile. It felt as if his feet were cemented to the cold ground, awaiting frost bite.

Conor Soul · 03-06-2011, 05:55 AM

Slooow Libri is faaail! Sad

I'm so sorry, guys <3 300+
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How long had it been since he went missing? Impossible to say, for the alpha was not the one holding the main responsibility for what he believed to be his half siblings. The weather was dangerous now, and he really hoped that the boy had found shelter on his own, though as long as he remained unsure of this, the male would not rest. ”He’s around four months old,” or something along those lines. Too small to be out on his own, especially when this weather could easily kill a grown up wolf as well if it did not eventually seek out a shelter. The cold was working on penetrating the thick arctic fur that Conor had received from his parents. If he was growing stiff and cold, how quickly would then a child’s body give in to the struggle? Oh, it was a nightmare.

Siku’s following words made a different cold creep in under his skin and torment his soul. The pale female stated the obvious, but the open truth of it ripped and tore at his consciousness.

Did he hear anything else but the howl of evil wind? Again, there was a hint of colour to be seen, and now the alpha and his white companion were closer. Pupils shrank in the seas of lavender as he realized that it was a living creature with matching colours of the child. Energy and strength returned to his worn body as he forced his way through ridiculous amounts of snow and over to the young canine. The alpha’s chest was surely about to burst with the flow of emotion. The feelings contradicted each other. Relief, pain, despair, hope..

As soon as the cinnamon and cream coated male reached the young soul, he lowered his frame, almost harshly shoving the child in under his belly to offer whatever warmth he could to the poor boy and protect him from the worst wind. ”You’re safe now,” he whispered, ignorant if the two others could even hear the words before they were taken away by the violent storm of white cold. Caramel face turned to the Dahlian that was almost invisible against the world of white. Would they manage to return to the town in time? The Soul male now experienced a rare case of indecision. What should be the next step? Everything was white—it would be hard to find the exact way back. The male did not doubt that the path he had cleared to this point would be gone within minutes.

”What should we do?” He asked, thinking about their current options. They could try to find safety, but the boy was weak. They could possibly attempt to dig into the snow and make a temporary snow den until the boy had warmed up. Who knew how long this weather would last? Perhaps the white woman had other options to offer.

Siku · 03-06-2011, 10:41 AM

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:3

"Range!" A cry of concern for the miraculously discovered soul escaped Siku's freezing lips, her eyes locating the puppy at the same moment as Conor. The she-wolf's heart raced as she neared the strange yet precious pup, paws slightly unsure but quickly coming closer as Siku did not hesitate to join her leader. Her vitally warm body crouched on the other side of Range, Siku's niveous furred body gently pressed against what was left exposed of the young wolf. White muzzle immediately in the pup's face, Siku's relatively warm nose prodded as lightly as possible all the most fragile parts of the child; his own nose, his ears, and then slowly his paws as she was careful not to rub or place pressure on any of him. Thick rounded ears keeping track of Range's slow breathing, Siku was aware that the young pup was exhausted and warming slower than Siku wished was possible. He had gone from trembling violently to becoming too weak to move. 'Oh, no..'

"He's barely shivering. Don't let him sleep or he might not wake up.." Fear turned Siku's passionate voice into a panicky tremble as she wrapped an arm further around the small soul, emotions boiling inside the girl still young herself. He was so, so cold. Siku's own body began to tremble slightly as she felt her own heat finally sinking into the weak pups fur, and in reaction all the worried she-wold could do was bury her face in Range's neck and breath into his fur. Warm wagged breaths silenced in the unforgiving wind, Siku glanced up at her Leader as he spoke just above the howling.

Siku moved her face around momentarily to access their situation fully, her nose twitching in the sharp cold as she scanned the drifts around them. She could barely see, but memory lead her to assume not too far behind them was a fallen tree she almost tripped over earlier. The petite she-wolf lifted herself to confirm the nearly hidden stump in the swirling snow. She could already feel the warmth she gave to the pup being absorbed by the biting wind and lowered herself down again to speak to Conor is a calm voice she hoped would be heard over the troubling weather. "Well, Sir... Our best bet is making a shelter to keep him warm until we can safely travel. Back there I saw a tree trunk nearly buried, if you can keep Range warm I may dig the three of us a burrow against it; under and away from the wind. Then... We wait.."

Siku closed her eyes and laid against the only two other souls for what she thought was miles around. An almost peaceful cold soothed the woman in a calm rest, shivers occasionally wracking her body as waited for Conor's reply. At the same time the Dahlian hoped and wished for the wolf she considered a baby in the freezing night to stir. 'Please, please, whoever you are Range, don't let our first encounter be our last. You're so tiny..'

Siku's soft heart nearly broke as it hammered inside her chest, against Range's own chilled body. She knew she would dig, or freeze trying if that meant keeping the pup safe. But what to think of it? Range didn't even know her. Yet never had the white woman felt obligated to protect a dwindling life so fiercely. Siku wondered tiredly if perhaps she wasn't able to fully comprehend the meaning of being in a pack, until the moment every fibre of her being was ready to fight for it. A sense of belonging finally sparked within Siku, and though she was beginning to freeze she knew she was in the right place for once.

'The hardest fights are always with Mother Nature.. Oh Mother.. The cold.. Reminds me of you.'

Range Soul · 03-10-2011, 08:00 PM

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After laying for what seemed like hours, help had finally arrived. The boy twitched in the man's arms, burying his head in the soft fur on his chest. He did not know how long they had been outside.. But even a few minutes in this weather could do damage. Words seemed impossible, and even with the thought of home dancing around in his innocent mind, he knew they were not out of trouble yet.

It came as no surprise that the male was not alone. He was the alpha, and that was for sure. His smell was the one that marked the border between Dahlia land and the world outside of it. It comforted him in a way, knowing that he had to have at least a bit of experience. He couldn't really guess whether or not storms like this occured often, since this was his first real winter. The first one he had endured he could hardly remember, so seeing the fresh snow fall seemed like a completely new experience. His small ears did some what of a perk as he heard the word 'sleep'- Which was definately not spoken by a male. It was light and gentle, staying only for a moment before being whisked away by the wind. He let his eyes begin to droop once again, feeling the all to familiar sting that followed.

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Conor Soul · 03-18-2011, 10:40 AM

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The pale woman spoke and the man’s existing knowledge supported this. The child was beyond tired, but succumbing to his exhaustion could end his life. A nod was given by the alpha dressed in fall’s seasonal colours. But what if the storm did not calm down before the day was over. There was the risk of getting caught in the weather if it remained persistent as well. But there was always hope, and again he found himself agreeing with the white pelted woman. Anything that could help Range. Perhaps he had initially thought that Siku’s presence could become a burden, but any doubt had fled now. He needed her here.

The boy’s eyes drooped, but with both adults present, he would not be given the chance to fall into a slumbering state. ”Lets do it,” he spoke, voice strengthened to resist the unkind tosses of wind. Arms cradled around the young Dahlian boy, protective and loving. Relief remained the one vivid emotion that lit the man from within, but it would be short lived if they remained out here. Picking the child up, he turned to the white pack member. ”We have to hurry,” and Siku knew that just as well as he did. This had to lead to a happy ending for them all.

Siku · 03-18-2011, 01:22 PM

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Siku's golden eyes stayed open despite the harshly blowing wind, and the moment her gaze caught the Alpha's nod of approval the white wolf was up and pushing through the snow. Her head turned once to make sure he followed, and the young woman shivered as she broke the trail toward the tree trunk she had located. Already she could feel the cold eating away what warmth she had shared with the younger wolf, and after one more look back Siku bolted through the snow with urgency. Seconds could mean life, and the snow was so cold.

The pale Dahlian stopped at the tree, immediately using both paws to shove away as much snow as she could, as quick as possible. Frantic digging ensued, Siku too cold to pant for air as she dug, pushed snow and basically burrowed meters before stopping. The snow kept falling back in, and Siku's petite body sagged with despair as she kept digging. It wasn't working out, so Siku shifting a little further into the heart of the fallen tree to dig again. Moving as quick as she could, the woman began her process again but with more determination. Her heart quickened as she found the snow moving out of the way easier than before. The wind was blowing against the other side of the trunk, and already as she burrowed Siku could feel the cruel wind subside against the shelter of the tree. Her heart fluttered with hope, and golden eyes peered over the trunk to make sure Conor and Range were not far behind. Glancing back down again, Siku dug until she hit ground and could not move any more snow. Weeks of packed layers left the snow hard near the bottom, and so all she had to do was get past the powder and paw through the hard stuff. She only made room for the three of them to fit with a little wiggle space, certain that the snow and the wall of tree would cocoon them from the cold. Three bodies close together would bounce the heat off each other for sure. The only question was, were they early enough to bring the young wolf back to a safe body temperature? The white wolf peeked out of the hole for a second time, worried and hopeful as she checked to make sure her leader had made it to the crude burrow with no problems.

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