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Private for Amata. This will probably be my last new Char-thread, excepting death!thread, of course. XD



    The big silvery wolf was in pretty poor shape. He had gotten beaten up by Merit, though thank goodness Kansas was there to save him. Never before had he encountered such viciousness and violence; such a thing was completely unknown to the pale silver wolf. Frowning to himself as he played the events over and over in his head, he couldn't imagine why someone whould just attack unprovoked like that. Still, meeting Kansas had provided him with an excuse to go and visit Amata at Crimson Dreams, something the silvery wolf had been meaning to do for some time now. He would have to tell the youngster about how brave her dad was, and he would also have to ask her to pass along his thanks again, as if he hadn't whimpered it at the creamy wolf enough times himself following his rescue. Still, Kansas hadn't been able to completely stop the sable wolf from damaging Charon, as the big wound on his shoulder said. There were several smaller gashes, but thankfully, none of them were on his pretty face. That would just be terrible—he didn't mind scars when they were on the body, but the face? No, never.



    The ash-colored wolf meandered through the hills, enjoying their wide-open spaces. It was growing steadily cooler with each passing day, and Char was shocked to realize it was nearly October. The winter would be here soon, and he would be in his element. He missed the snow and the ice and cold, more than anything—he wanted for winter to be long and cold this year, so maybe he wouldn't want to turn tail and head home so badly. Though he had met many canines he liked here, some of them... well, some of them were just assholes. The curse sent a shiver up his spine as he thought it, that delightful illegal word that meant dirty things, that word he never could have spoken around his father. But anyway, as much as he liked it here, he was growing rather homesick, and he was quite tired of running into jerks who attacked him for no good reason. Maybe it was just all black wolves, he thought sullenly. Cwmfen was black, and so was Merit, and they'd both attacked him. No reason to write them off as a whole, but now maybe he'd be a little more cautious around wolves with shadowy pelts.



    There were a lot of wolf smells here, and Charon remembered this. If nothing else, his encounter with Cwmfen had taught him that places like this were usually claimed, and he absolutely-positively shouldn't go any further without someone to accompany him. He could smell Amata vaguely, disguised and hidden by all of the other wolf smells at this place. That was enough to put a smile on his face, and though he whined with eagerness to see his friend, he remained respectfully beyond the borders, waiting for someone to come across him. Maybe he'd be lucky and it would be Amata or Kansas—finding someone he knew would be much better than running into a stranger. Though, if all of the wolves of Crimson Dreams were as nice as Amata and Kansas, heck, he might not ever want to leave! Maybe this could be his home now? The silver wolf pondered these things as he waited, a dull throb of pain in his shoulder from where Merit had bitten him worst of all.

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Sorry for the quality and the wait! >n< Just trying to reply in order and get the priority threads done.... And hopefully soon I will have time to have an updated table, ahahah! Thanks again for starting! <33
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As usual, the creamy hued puppy ran through the fields, playing by herself as she often did. Today, she did not play with a stick. Even though it was very fun to run with the stick, she realized that she always ended up hurting herself. Whether it was by tripping or bumping into objects, carrying the stick and running at the same time never did her any good despite the fleeting joy. So, as she passed a lonely stick, the blue and green eyes noted it. "Sorries, stick," she apologized. "I’s can’t play with yous today." Until she figured out how to overcome the obstacle that had presented itself, she would have to play with something else. So she picked up a flower—it was a dandelion with the pretty fluff that was soft—and she carried it daintily in her mouth. Delighted, she trotted through the grasses that were now shorter than her, humming one of her rythmless tunes that so effectively clashed with the birdsongs of day.


Suddenly, she stopped. She smelled him first, and then, when she looked up, she saw him. A gasp escaped her. "Char’n!" Amata exclaimed as she bounded over. Even though the creamy pup had grown, the male wolf was still much larger than her, and such a thing was clearly known when the young girl leaned up against his front leg. He looked a little different than when she had last seen him—a little tired maybe. She landed back on the cool earth, carefully placing the seeding dandelion at her feet. "I’s not sees you in a long time, gaurdiangel—" She stopped suddenly, remembering that she wasn’t supposed to talk about the ‘secret’ that she believed that he was keeping. Her ears flattened apologetically. "Sorry, Char’n." A bashful smile crept upon her little muzzle before breaking into a full-blown grin. Smiling brightly up at him, she said, "Have you come to visit me?" Slowly, her grammar was improving, but there were still errors. The girl’s tail wagged delightedly at the thought—and she hoped that her guardiangel had indeed come to visit her. She, as princess, decided that she liked Char’n a lot. It was a puppy crush. Maybe today she could show him the pretty and fun places within the Crimson Dreams territory!

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-kicks boring Char- |: Sorry, myself.



    The big wolf was patient enough to wait all day here for his friends to pass by; he was certain they would sooner or later. He would smell tons of strange, unknown wolves, and he wondered why he hadn't tried to join a pack sooner. This place was awesome, with plenty of nice wolves—so why shouldn't he settle down here? Maybe eventually he'd find himself a nice girl and settle down like he wanted to. Daydreaming as he sat there, the big wolf's face grew spacy, his ears drooping to half-mast as his eyes half-lidded, almost dozing in the bright afternoon sun. He hardly heard anyone approach, until a voice brought him back to reality quite suddenly.



    Snapping awake didn't make Charon particularly irritable as it would some creatures, and even if he had been irritable at being woken up seeing the bright young face of his friend Amata there would have made it disappear. He grinned broadly at her, his tail thumping against the ground. "Well, hey there!" he greeted her. "Sorry I haven't been around to see you, Amata, s'why I came to visit today," he added his own apology, nodding his head toward the wound on his shoulder. "I got myself in some kinda weird trouble," he said with a laugh, though thinking back to the random, unprovoked attack hardly made the silver wolf want to laugh.



    Smiling over at her, he got up and tentatively walked over to her, the question on his face. Was it okay to be here? He didn't think a puppy guardian would be acceptable by the rest of the pack, but he knew Kansas, and Kansas had saved his butt and he definitely, definitely deserved a third round of thank-yous. Char wanted to make him something, but he didn't know him too well. Maybe he could ask Amata? Of course, bringing her father a present certainly meant that she too deserved a gift, and for a moment he pondered what he ought to make them. Necklace cords were good, but then he had nothing to put on them. Even so, where would he find leather-working tools here? The city, but he would have to search for some time. "Actually, your dad kinda saved my rear end," he said quietly, his deep blue eyes peering over at her. He had a deep respect for the young wolf now, and all of his family. More than ever, he wanted to meet the woman who had given birth to Amata and raised her so. He was certain she would be a lovely, kind wolf just like her daughter and her mate.

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Amata was delighted her hear that he had indeed come to visit, so the fact that he had not come to visit before (even though it made her feel sad) did not bother her. "Iss okay, Char’n!" she assured with an exclamation. "You are here now, and thass all that matters!" The little girl didn’t know why it mattered so much, but she just felt like it did. And she knew that adults could be busy too—they had so many more responsibilities than she did!


When the wound was pointed out, the blue and green orbs widened in surprise. "Oh nos, Char’n," she cried, clearly distressed. "How did yous get hurt?" The creamy and yet darkening ears swiveled back with worry, and even tears welled up in her eyes. Amata didn’t like that someone had hurt her gaurdiangel—she didn’t like when anyone got hurt, and it made her feel very sad inside. She wanted to do something about it, but she didn’t know what. There was great relief when Char’n told her of her father. The strength of her sadness was diminished, and a small smile was allowed to brighten her little face. "Dadda saved you?" She couldn’t help but feel the pride.


She looked at him for a few more seconds without saying anything, and she smiled. Turning, she took a few more steps back towards the inner territory before turning back. "Do you want to come and visit me insides?" she asked, inviting him in. She was old enough to know very well that strangers and enemies and even friends shouldn’t go beyond the borders without permission. Char’n was a friend and a guardiangel, and he had her permission, too. The creamy pup turned back to face him again, bounding forward to snatch up the flower that she had set upon the ground. Lifting it up to him, she said through her filled mouth, "I picked this for you." She hadn’t necessarily picked the flower intending to give it to Char’n, for she had not even known that he would be there. But she had picked it with the intention of giving it to someone. So why not give it to him? The girl was suddenly shy as she waited there, hoping that he would accept it. She didn’t know what she would feel if he said ‘no, thank you’.

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This post is definitely going to stink. D:



    The wolf was quite happy to be back in the young wolf's presence. She had gotten bigger, and her growing again reminded him of his dead sister. He had missed her terribly when she'd first passed, and now the ache for her presence was only a faint pain in his heart. Still, he thought of Soare often, and he did associate many young girls with her, a need to protect and provide for them just as he had for his sickly sister overtaking anything else. Amata seemed happy to see him, and Char was glad she did not resent him for spending so long without visiting. His tail wagged, and he smiled at her. "Yup! I've got all day, too," he said with a laugh. What else would he have to do? There were no pack or family obligations for the lone wolf.



    She seemed to care deeply about his fresh wounds, distress marking her creamy face. Char didn't like to see her upset, so he smiled broadly and shook his head. "No worries, Miss Amata! It could've been much worse," he said, hesitant to share the full story of what had happened with her. After all, it was pretty scary that Merit had attacked him for no reason. Char still could not wrap his head around that. "Well, I was wandering around and I found this wolf, and right after that your dad showed up. And I dunno, I guess the first wolf was mad that I started talking to your dad, so he tried to beat me up!" Now, Char's own childishness shone through; his voice increased in pitch and he spoke faster at the end of his story, distress showing in his own features.



    He stopped, swallowing loudly and composing himself before continuing. "Your dad really saved my butt! He kicked the other wolf off of me," the silver wolf said. The wolf nodded at her question, standing up and stretching. He was a little wary of coming onto the pack's territory, but Kansas had practically invited him over, and Amata was escorting him, so he figured it was okay. Gingerly, he stepped toward her, still favoring the injured limb. Just as soon as she had extended her invitation she was off, the boundless energy of youth stirring her limbs.



    The youngster returned with a pretty flower clutched between her puppy teeth, and she stated rather simply and quietly that it was for him! Grinning from ear to ear, the wolf leaned in to take it from her, shifting to his Optime form from his Secui as soon as he had taken it from her. It wouldn't be long before Amata herself could shift, he realized. She was bigger than when they'd first met, and growing fast. The wolf tucked it into his belt, careful to bend the stem so it wouldn't snap. "Thank you! I'll keep it forever," he said, still smiling. Flowers didn't last forever, no—but he'd keep it until it turned to dust, that was for sure. He was so glad that he had such a sweet young friend with a proud and brave father, and he was very happy that he knew these canines.

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It doesn’t stink! Sorry about the wait! Oh yeah, Amata has a puppy crush on Char’n, haha~
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Once more, the girl was delighted to hear that her Dadda had saved someone. She knew that Mamma and Dadda were good at protecting—they did those things for the pack. "Don’t play with mean creatures anymore," the little girl said in response to his story. "I don’t want you to get hurt anymore." And that was certainly the truth. The creamy girl wondered why the large male wolf was so timid in entering, but she didn’t ask. Maybe it would be rude to ask why, and she didn’t want to be rude. But the little pup and her curiosity couldn’t help but tilt her head in question. A little sadness came to her little muzzle as he limped over the border, but he said that he was okay, so maybe it would be okay. Char’n wouldn’t lie to her!


Amata smiled brightly when the big male wolf took the flower from her. His mouth had been very close to her mouth, and she had been able to feel his warm breath. The blue and green eyes watched as he shifted, and she remembered when she had had the mean-line thorn in her paw and he had saved her. He had shifted then too so that he could carry her. She wished again that she could shift so that she could walk like that with him. She felt very small and short and close to the ground, but she smiled nonetheless. "You’re welcome, Char’n," she answered almost shyly, and she shuffled there for a second, pleased, more so than she would have expected, by his declaration of keeping it forever. There was a brief moment of awkward silence (or at least it was awkward for the girl) before she turned, looking over her shoulder. "Come on, Char’n!" she exclaimed, feeling the slight awkwardness fade. "I’ll show you around!"


The little pup trotted at a leisurely pace, humming tunelessly to herself as she did so. Occasionally she looked back at the very tall male and was happy every time she saw that the flower was still there. Her head bobbed from side to side to her tuneless song, and it was as if she were dancing. Amata decided that she could show him the mansion, since she lived there, and so she continued to lead him in that direction. Of course, the young girl loved to talk, so eventually her song was interrupted and so was the quietness. "I lives in a place called a ‘Haven Manor’, and a lot of other wolves live there too!" Her explanation was not very exciting, but she was excited because she wanted Char’n to see where she lived. "Have you ever been in a mansion before," the girl asked, hoping that it would be a new surprise. "Do you want to go see it with me?"

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I have suddenly decided to completely change the way I am writing for Charface. I am sorry for the rapid change. :X But otherwise I just wanted him to die, and I was considering cutting off all his threads but that would be such a jerk thing to do! So I am now just making him out to be dumb. XD Darn, if only Amata was a couple months older, we could plot delicious emoness for her. XP



      The pale silvery wolf was pretty sure he had been doing alright with the pair of wolves, but maybe he'd paid too mcuh attention to Kansas and ignored the black wolf? But if the sable man had wished to participate in the conversation, he only had to talk... why did he have to go and attack poor Charon? The idiot wolf was still rather bummed out and confused about the whole ordeal, and rehashing it had reopened the wounds. But bless her bright little soul, Amata refused to let Charon dwell on it, and she simply gave him a somewhat stern admonishment and kindness. He grinned, all of the sadness evaporating at once. "You sure know how to cheer me up, Miss Amata," he marveled.



      Charon was generally oblivious, and he was even more oblivious when it came to matters involving women, even smaller ones. So their friendship was just that, a friendship—and anyway she was a mite young for him. Some months later he'd easily consider her, since it was clear she was on the path to being a good, sweet-hearted adult. The silver wolf wagged his tail, grinning at her until she turned and beckoned for him to follow. The silver wolf nodded and broke out into an easy trot, his long legs carrying him easily over the ground, though he kept pace with Amata respectfully.



      The wolf walked a bit behind her, taking in all of these new sights and sounds. His jaw hung slightly agape, and he peered around, rather impressed by the territory so far. "This is a really pretty place," he commented, listening to her higher pitch as she asked a question. "A mansion? No! I've lived in a house, but I've never seen a mansion before. Can we go?" An idea formed in his head, and it gave him pause. "You must be a princess if you live in a mansion," he said, half-teasing and half-knowing the kind wolf Kansas treated his children like princesses and princes. Or at least, he'd better, or Char would have to give him a really stern talking-to, whether or not Kansas had saved Charon's butt or not.

Table thanks to James.
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I apologize for the wait!!! >n<
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The creamy pup wagged her tail and nodded. "Yeah! It is very pretties here! I was born around here, and I live in the Mansion with Mamma and Dadda and Cambi and Got’am and the other pack wolfs too!" Char’n didn’t seem to be part of a pack, and she wondered if he was sad or lonely, and she hoped that if he did feel sad or lonely that he would come and find her, because she would make sure that he was not sad and lonely any more. "You’ve never been in a mansion afores?" Amata was pleased that Char’n had not been in a mansion before. She wasn’t pleased because of his lack of experience, but because she was able to show him something that was new. And maybe he would find that new thing to be exciting and surprising. "It is like a house, only much, much bigger! I will show you what it looks like inside, Char’n!" There were many things that she still did not know about in the mansion, but she hoped that her tour would be good enough.


There was a small and delighted gasp as she paused, turning to look up at the very, very tall Char’n. "I am a Princess!" How did he know? It must have had something to do with his gaurdiangel status, the little girl concluded. And, even though she thought that he would know about all of those things already, the young, creamy girl couldn’t help but continue her chattering. "I’s a Fish Princess and a Cool Princess, and I’s a Pretty Princess too!" The Sadira pup hoped that Char’n agreed with the last one, but she didn’t ask for his confirmation. She merely wagged her tail and hopped around and did her little, awkward curtsey before turning and abounding off, urging him to come along with little, delighted yips. Once, she tripped and fell, but she simply rolled over and got back up, her movements only a little clumsy. Puppies had a way of doing things like that—of falling and not caring. They were little bundles of energy. And even though Amata was growing up, she still had that energy within her.


The Mansion loomed over them now, and the ground and their forms were shaded by its large form. Amata wagged her tail again as she paused, turning her head at an awkward angle to look back up at her gaurdiangel. "This is Haven Manor," she explained, using her very grown-up-explanation voice. And then she walked up the porch, her paws stuttering with excitement as she bounded up the steps and to the door. For a moment, she simply stood there looking at it as if expecting it to open on its own. A happy smile was on her face before she realized that nothing was going to happen. With a bashful giggle, she turned back to once more bend her head in that awkward angle. "Char’n?" she asked. "Can you opens the door for me?" She smiled up at him before adding, "Pretty please?"

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      Charon had been born into a family, not a pack. Maybe if the Amrithai were a tribe instead of a family, he'd have stayed—but seeing the same faces of his siblings and parents day-in and day-out had tired him, and he wanted more from the world, like this place. He was so excited to be here with his young friend, in her home. "Thank you very much for showing me around," the silvery wolf said politely, not knowing any of the other names she listed. He knew Kansas, that was all. Still, the rest of her family had to be pretty awesome if she was so notice and Kansas had saved his rear end.



      He shook his head firmly. "Nope, never!" he asserted. "Let's go," he said, eager to see this great place where she lived—maybe he'd even get to meet the rest of her family? The pale young wolf turned around, clearly appreciative and already well-aware that she was a princess. The ash-furred wolf smiled broadly at that and nodded enthusiastically in agreement with her. "We'll have to find you a crown," he said, grinning and trotting quickly to keep up with her fast puppy pace.



      Charon liked children simply for what they were, but he also enjoyed their company because they did not judge or question him. He'd been called stupid plenty of times in his life, but Miss Amata—Princess Amata, he reminded himself—would never do such a mean thing to him. As they traveled, the wolf looked to the massive house as it grew larger and larger, growing more impressed with its size as they drew more and more near to it. The werewolf trotted up the porch behind her, peering around at the quaint view of the front yard, breathing out a sigh. What a nice place! He could totally settle down right here. The youth asked him a favor, and immediately the male jumped to action, jiggling open the door and holding it open with an extra-large flourish, ending in a bow down to just about her level, his hand extended toward the interior of the house. It was a ridiculous, extravagant pose, but he held it with a dignified look on his face, speaking in his stiffest, most formal manner. "Presenting Miss Fish Cool Pretty Princess Amata," he said, deciding it sounded the best to use her whole, full title—even if he didn't know her last name.

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