l'inconnu
#1
Open to one other participant. Short posts, please! Set in the morning in front of the manor.

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[/html]If he was being honest, which was his general preference, he was recovering nicely. Although Turnstone's left ear was no longer with him, he was feeling better than he had in days. A very kind healer by the name of Cambria had patched him rather nicely, and Turnstone had left the encounter with a strange fluttering feeling in his stomach. He tried not to think about this feeling too much because he knew he had fallen behind in his studies. He had brought only a few items with him during his journey, and one was a hand-written copy of Prosper Mérimée's Carmen. Although the book upon which it had been copied had long since fallen apart, his family had managed to keep this alive through the times. Unfortunately, for Turnstone, the writing was in French and he was far from proficient. Since he fancied himself a savant, he knew a number of ancient phrases, convenient for quoting, but nothing else.

So, he was staring at his stacks of homemade paper with writing he could barely understand. It looked very beautiful, and although he was somewhat proficient reading English, this was a complete mystery to him. He recognized some words, but otherwise, they were completely foreign to him.

He exhaled slowly and quietly and then stood up to stretch. He let out a loud yawn before bending down to gather up his papers and place them in his leather sac. Like everything he owned, it was luperci-made and therefore a little rough. The leather was rough but sturdy, and better yet, water-proof. He sat down again and set the bag on his lap, unsure of what to do next. He could enter the manor and see if anyone needed assistance on a hunt, or perhaps he could try to meet some more of his fellow pack mates. Of course he had already met Cambria, but otherwise, it was a mystery to him. He just wanted to learn more about what was going on to figure out why he'd gotten injured. It was a very confusing time for him, after all. [html]
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A free Tammi thread!? NONSENSE! Smile

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Parker had gone out in the morning to get food. She had selected fishing because they would be less easy to find soon. As the temperature dropped, they would leave or eventually get covered in frost. So it was that she had caught one and eaten it right away, savoring each bite. After her meal was complete, she had caught a second fish. Her aim was to go visit Liliana and offer it to the mother. Because she had growing cubs, it seemed like a good gesture. They would probably have fun wrestling with the fish, since it was rather big in comparison to their size. It was a decent size for a meal for a mother or a couple of cubs, anyway. Perhaps not for the entire family, but she figured Nayati had been bringing home food as well. She sincerely doubted they were starving or anything like that. Parker just thought it was a nice gesture.


It was as she was walking toward the front door that she saw him. A male she did not recognize with one ear. He only possessed the right ear... her head tilted slightly, intrigued by this asymmetry. Her fingers itched to pull out her drawing pad and start to draw him. It was in the way that he held himself, too, and the way his head was tilted. Her stomach lurched with an unfamiliar feeling - attraction, perhaps? - that tugged at her gut and made her feel shy. Though she was generally a rather shy girl anyway, this made her turn her head downward and look away. Hoping he hadn't caught her staring at him. It was foolish to just stand there awkwardly in the open, though, so she walked toward the male. When she was closer, she silently extended the fish and tilted her head. Offering him the fish as a meal, if he was hungry. Thoughts of feeding the Utinas had faded into the background.

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Oooh yay! A reply! Big Grin And yesss, open Tammi threads are few and far between. >_>

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[/html]Somehow, it had never occurred to him that he might encounter another pack member. So, when he heard another canine approaching, he jerked his head up suddenly, surprised at the intrusion. Although only a few days ago, such a sudden movement would have sent his stomach lurching with sickness and his head swimming with dizziness, today it was a pain-free movement. He relished this feeling for a few moments before examining the other wolf. She was light -- a tan and white colour mostly, like many of the wolves here. She certainly smelled like he pack, too, so he wondered if she was a native to it. Unlike himself, she smelled like she had been there for many months, perhaps even years. She held herself with uncertainty, seeming to hesitate before him. Although Turnstone was polite, he was by no means charismatic, and therefore responded with an equal degree of uncertainty.

What could he say? He didn't want to come off as rude or too forward, especially being so new to the pack. He was just a subordinate here, anyways, even if they were just the same rank. Still, he had to show everyone respect if he wanted to earn it back.

"Hello miss," he greeted her. "I'm Turnstone." [html]
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Which is why I was on this like white on rice on a paper plate in a snowstorm as soon as I noticed it! Big Grin

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The male seemed just as uncertain and awkward as her. For a moment, they stood there in mutual awkwardness. Parker couldn't help it, she laughed. The noise startled her and she covered her mouth in surprise. Usually she was not one to laugh so openly or unintentionally. The situation was just so comical that she couldn't help but feel warmly amused by it. It certainly broke the uncertainty between them, though she felt her skin flush underneath her fur. The noise had been inappropriate and completely out of character for her. Sometimes, though, things didn't stay under her control. She knew and accepted that about life.


As he introduced himself, she tilted her head thoughtfully. Her hands dropped from her muzzle, no longer needing to trap the bubbling laughter inside. Bright gold eyes assessed him with interest. "Parker." she said simply, placing her hand on her heart in a "good to meet you" sort of gesture. Lengthy conversations and lots of useless words were not her forte. Unfortunately with him also being somewhat socially awkward, this meant that there was no one picking up the slack. "Are you new?" she asked, to cut into the silence and try to guide the conversation somewhere. For once, she felt obligated to help with that.

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You are just saying you are white now! :U
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[/html]The last thing he had expected was laughter. He knew he hadn't said anything funny, unless introducing oneself first was somehow humorous in these parts, so he just sat quietly and waited out her chuckles. Thankfully, they were neither long nor particularly painful to listen to, so Turnstone was able to respond with a small, gentle smile of his own. When she introduced herself, still trying to calm her bubbling laughter, Turnstone inclined his head slowly in response. He watched as she drew her hand across her chest and rested it lightly in the middle, touching her collarbone with her fingertips. He glanced back up to her maw when she spoke again. Again, he nodded; but this time, it was a quicker motion. His one ear flicked forward slightly at the sound of her voice.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss. I only just joined a little while ago so I'm pretty new, yeah," he explained easily. If anything, her laughter was a good shock to wake him up a bit. Since he wasn't being laughed at it didn't perturb him too much. Besides, this girl didn't seem to be at all malicious and he couldn't detect any ill-will. [html]
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#6
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GAH sorry for the delay. Wedding planning = sucked up my life. And is still trying to do so. :|

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Parker shyly twirled her fingers through her mane with the hand not holding a fish. There was a silliness bubbling in her gut that was unfamiliar. Usually, she was so quiet and yet here she was, instigating conversation. It was strange but she felt an interest in getting to know the male better. Perhaps it was the first stirring of interest in the opposite sex. Though she had reached the age of adulthood a few months prior, she had not yet reached sexual maturity so it was natural that she would only have puppy crushes as of yet. The yearling knew that others had accelerated into relationships before her age or even at her age, but it wasn't how she worked. Since she could barely even convince herself to talk to most wolves, it would be hard to develop that kind of relationship.


"Oh. Well, benvenuto! I was born here." it seemed a simple response, but she figured he might ask questions or do something after she finished speaking. Somewhat awkwardly, the Sadira girl shuffled her feet. Since the fish just seemed to be getting in the way, she slipped it into her satchel to keep it secure and so she wasn't standing there with a fish. This meeting was awkward enough without it.

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Yipes! That is alright broooo. B)
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[/html] The fish! She saw her fiddle with her hair with one hand and then realized that the other held the fish from when she'd first introduced herself. He realized that he hadn't really expected there to be a fish at all, so when she'd offered it to him, his mind must have just glazed over it as if it weren't there. Since after all, why would a higher-ranked member offer food to the one beneath her? That didn't strike Turnstone as normal, so he didn't want to do something wrong. Now forgotten, she held onto the fish with one hand. Turnstone could smell it, but tried not to be too obvious about it. He had started hunting again recently with the pack now that he was feeling better, so he could certainly afford to feed himself. He didn't want her to think he was inept, after all.

She replied with a chirpy string of words, one of which Turnstone was quite certain wasn't English. He laughed and replied quickly: "thanks, I think. Benvenuto means 'welcome' right? I'm just guessing since it sort of sounds like the French 'bievenue'," he explained. He glanced at the fish as she shoved it in her bag and then chuckled again. Was that how these wolves treated all of their kills? They were so odd![html]
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