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Hello ! What is Harlowe to Naniko ? [400+]
The hills kept rolling downward as Axelle walked down the steep countryside. Her paws ached from keeping her grip on the slippery grass. If she didn’t keep a good enough grip she would tumble down the hills, and probably smash her head on a rock some ways down. Every inch of her body ached with pain, and sadness that this crap has happened almost again. Luckily, the more recent tragedy did not involve rape, but it didn’t give her much time to heal from her first encounter with that fatal brute, Kemo, either. What was the recent brute’s name? Oh, yeah. Harlowe D’Angelo. The name even sounded wicked to begin with. She could almost understand why the brute was so twisted. Who ever his mother was, she gave him a twisted name for a reason.
The first encounter with Kemo was brutal rape. She still had unhealed scars to prove of her crazy situation. The male had beaten her, and to top it off raped her, too. Then she came across Harlowe in the woods. She was high so she didn’t take the situation too seriously, which if she had she could’ve avoided it all together. She didn’t. The male lashed out on her for no apparent reason. He seemed to be surprised at first, but then he growled, and lunged toward her. She hadn’t time to react, and was pushed to the ground, and beaten.
The femme’s paws were tired of walking. They screamed with pain every time she took another step. The day was growing darker by the hour, and the sun was beginning to hide behind the mountain behind her. She settled down on a high hill overlooking the rest of the lands below. The mountain loomed over her, but she didn’t mind it. It was kind of comforting to know that the mountain was the only thing behind her. Axelle’s paws were sore, her body ached, she had cuts and bruises everywhere, and she wasn’t in the mood for anyone. This was a good place to be, though, when she didn’t want to deal with life. There was nobody around to bother her. Not even tiny lizards or birds flying above. She was the only one in existence in this place. She laid her head on her paws, which hurt from the huge bruise on the side of it. Her chest hurt with every inhalation because of the huge unhealed gash imprinted in the middle of it. She hoped that wouldn’t scar. It was ugly. She had a large three claw marks ripped across her maw that would definitely scar. She sighed at the thought of being alone with nothing to worry about, and no one to be cautious of. She laid there with her ears and tired eyes alert. Axelle was just about to drift off when she heard a noise…
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Harlowe is her son :]
She was doing the same thing that she did every day at this time, traveling the border on two feet in her optime form. Naniko stayed in this form most of the time, preferring it to her other because of its usefulness. She could use her poison-tipped daggers this way, could slash and cut at an opponent if she needed. She also preferred it because of her size. She was a very large female, tipping the scales in height and build, and felt much more powerful in this form.
Naniko came across the form of the other as she passed through the border, and stopped a good distance away. What was wrong with this wolf? She didn't often find canines just laying around the border, and this was a curious sight. The female stared down at the other, observing her wounds with curiosity. "Hello?"
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Ooh boy. This could be an interesting future since Naniko’s son beat Axelle… lol
A sting of pain shot through her chest wound when she lifted her head. Ow. There was a voice calling out to her. She couldn’t see the wolf that it belonged to, but after a few hard sweeps of the eyes she spotted her. A grey pelted femme stood little ways away from her. She didn’t look like a threat so Axelle’s muscles didn’t tense. They actually couldn’t tense from all the pain she was in anyway.
Axelle made a great effort to stand in her place. The pain resumed as it was when she was walking. Her paws stung again while the rest of her body ached along with it. There must’ve been blisters everywhere on her paws. Her wounds smarted when she moved. She tried not to move hastily so she wouldn’t reopen cuts. One could tell her movements were held back from their full potential because of pain.
Hello?
She wasn’t sure about this female still. She didn’t look to be a danger, but from recent experience she thought that about Harlowe and look what happened. Her muscles weren’t tensed and her mane didn’t raise, but she was still a bit edgy. She would see how this played out before she decided anything drastic.
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Dx Yesh wc: 171
She wondered if the female had been a trespasser or something; why else would she be laying injured at their pack’s borders? This thought made her slightly suspicious and she backed up a pace, continuing to observe the hurt one. What was her name? Where had she come from? She wanted to shout questions at the stranger and demand to know the answers, but felt that such behavior wouldn’t help her in this situation. It was obvious that she was weak and hurt, and yelling at her wouldn’t get her the answers she sought, she felt.
”What are you doing here?” That was the first priority. She wasn’t the type to allow just anyone into the territory, even if they were injured. ”Did you go into my territory and get injured there, girl?” One question at a time, slow and easy. That was how she would gain the answers that she sought. Wind blew through her white fur as she stood there, looking down at the stranger. ”And your name, please.”
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Hehe. WC: 393
Axelle stopped in place when the female in the distance began shouting questions. Was she even on the pack lands to begin with? She didn’t think she had crossed any boundaries while she limped across the rolling hills. There was a border nearby, but she had no intensions of crossing it. She just wanted to find a quiet place to rest mostly, and find new people that she could possibly trust to some extent. The first question rolled by. What are you doing here? Simple. She was resting, but she couldn’t tell this important person just that. She didn’t want to be an ass about it. She wanted people to like her. In a way, at least. She yelled back to the femme as best as she could without injuring herself further.
Am I on pack lands?
She was surely confused since she hadn’t known that being near pack lands was such a big deal. She didn’t know she had to be questioned for being near a border, now, too.
I’m simply resting. This place looked calm and peaceful so I decided to make my roost here for a couple of days. If that’s a crime, I’ll surely leave.
She wasn’t trying to be smart toward the other. She did smell significant, and Axelle didn’t need anymore issues with anybody else. A few seconds later, another question rolled by in the air; Something about her territory and being injured. Ah, I KNEW she was important! But… No. That wasn’t it.
No, I wasn’t injured in your territory.
She figured answering the important female’s questions one at a time would be the best way, especially yelling them to her. At least the answers wouldn’t all be mumble jumbled together, anyway. After a few moments of pondering why she was undergoing all this questioning, the last question echoed into her ears. This one was easy. Your name. Duh, Axelle.
My name is Axelle Napier, miss. You can come closer if you’d like, I won’t bite.
She was really telling the truth this time. She had no intentions of creating more problems for herself anytime soon. She already came out of a bunch and this is what she looked like in conclusion to them. She hoped this important female, obviously pack leader, would let her stay at her borders since they seemed so chill.
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If she can come into Anathema I can move this thread to Anathema's territory :] wc: 317
There really were some weird looking wolves running around these days! She hadn't been back to the territory in a few months after she had left Crimson Dreams then Phoenix Valley, but now that she was back oddly colored black and white canines seemed to be popping up out of nowhere! She had met Nayru, a female from Dahlia de Mai...and now this one shows up! Naniko continued to examine her as she lay there, her head and tail held high. It was true that the female wasn't on pack territory, exactly, but she was damn close to it. The fact that she was this close made Naniko wonder if she had perhaps been using the pack boundary as a sanctuary from loners; most loners wouldn't approach the territory without a reason, and the borders of Anathema were a relatively low-traffic area.
"Well you're damn close to it. We've had problems with canines inviting themselves in, lately, so you can see where I would be wary of you, even though you're obviously injured." She said sharply. "It's not a crime, but consider yourself lucky that one of my members didn't find you first. They have my okay to destroy any threats that they find at our borders." Heck, maybe they would have considered Axelle a threat, Who knew. She really was lucky that Naniko had been the one to come across her.
"I will show mercy today, and I believe your story Axelle. I am Naniko D'Angelo, the leader of the Anathema pack. I don't feel that you would cause us any trouble, especially in your injured state...can you walk, girl?" She questioned. If Axelle could walk, then she would take her into the cave system and take a look at her wounds. "Or you could continue to lay here while I get bandages. I remember a little bit from my past as a healer." She said.
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Sure, you can move it  WC: 149
Going into Anathema? And she was invited? Axelle carefully stood up. She managed. She could obviously walk, how else would she have gotten here? Flying? She wished. The two-toned femme took careful steps toward the female leader. Her wounds still stung, especially the one on her chest. The others were just painful like the one of her maw and her two front legs. There was a crusty one on her shoulder with dried blood around it. Ow.
When she reached Naniko, she smiled at her, but kept her eyes on everything around her. She kind of trusted the alphess, but she stayed cautious anyway. She limped with Naniko toward the pack lands. Healer? Anything to fix her up. She didn’t care if this wolf knew nothing, it would be more than she knew. No, no, wait. She cared. A worse state than what she is in already is possible.
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Did ^^ slight PP with them walking to the caves. wc: 186
She would have to take care to avoid the pit-fall traps that her sister had been working on. Naniko kept to the route that she knew the best as she walked with Axelle toward the main system of caves that housed the Anathema pack. She tried to keep her pace a little slower so that the injured female could keep up.
She wasn't the type who would normally welcome strangers into her home, but there was something about this wolf that made Naniko feel sorry for her. She had some kind of a look about her. She was quiet during the walk, not wanting to put any unnecessary strain on Axelle or make her concentrate on too many things at once.
They reached them before too much time had passed. The cave system was very complex, with many various tunnels and passageways that led to different places. One would get very turned around in it if they didn't live in it and traverse it often. Naniko knew this well; when she had first come to the caves she had gotten lost plenty of times.
She didn’t know where Demi was and would try and work on Axelle as best she could. ”What hurts the most?” She asked simply. Naniko would keep Axelle to the main common room if she could. She went to grab her supplies and came back with them, ready to help in any way that she could.
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Crappy post :/ WC: 240
The two wolves walked toward Anathema. Axelle wondered what type of territory this wolfess owned. She didn’t look to be like any other wolf she had met. Naniko seemed different, and after a few moments she knew why.
Axelle followed her into a mouth of a cave. They walked deep inside, and stopped at some sort of common room. It was interesting to see that the whole pack had shelter. But what happened if it ever rained a lot? They probably would all be flooded out or drown. She always thought of the most depressing thoughts. She shook her head and watched Naniko run off into one of the tunnels. She sat where she stood and waited for her to return.
She looked only at the ground before her. She wasn’t sure about this place, and with the alpha not at her side at the moment, anything could happen should another show up. Soon, though, Naniko returned. What hurts the most? Everything. All jokes aside, everything did. The wound that hurt the most was the one on her chest. That was the one that restricted her from moving much. If she moved hastily, she would tear it back open. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it caked with dried blood all around it.
The one on my chest is the most severe.
She kept it short and sweet. If the alpha wanted to know more, she would ask.
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Tis fine :]
She didn't have much to offer the female by way of medicine, but would fix her up however she could. "What did you say happened to you? Was it Inferni?" Naniko asked, leading the wounded female to her own bedroom. She glanced about, jade eyes seeking certain jars. She'd only been able to bring her shoulder bag with her when she had been exiled from Crimson Dreams, and her supplies were running low.
She began to work on the female, leaving for a few moments at a time to get water, to heat water up, or to get fresh bandages. Axelle really was worse for the wear, and lucky that Naniko had been able to find her. Even though she still had a slight buzz going on, her head was clear enough to function in this situation. She thought that she had gotten everything and stepped back to look at her work. "Feel any better?" Axelle would need rest, most likely, before she left. "Sleep here for a few nights..then be on your way. I'll show you to the guest quarters when you're ready."
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Oooh, we should have another thread where Naniko shows Axelle around… I’m PM you the idea WC: 280
Was it Inferni? No, it was a raging psycho, lunatic. Axelle’s brow crumpled in disgust as she thought about her attacker at the time. The crazy part, though, was that they had begun to form a bond of a kind of sick, sinister friendship. She had gotten her revenge on him without him even knowing, and she thought that was the best way. He thought he had her, and she didn’t do anything about it, but really she did. But only she knew about that part. No hard feelings.
No, it wasn’t Inferni. It was somebody.
As she spoke of somebody, she realized there were two somebodies. Kemo was the first, which she was becoming friendly with, and Harlowe was the second who she was not friendly with, and in fact never seen again since that day. She had less hate for him, however, because he didn’t rape her. He tried, but it didn’t work out for him in the way he planned it to.
Naniko bandaged her up the best she could, and Axelle felt as if she were in good hands. She finally felt safe in a way that she never felt safe before. It was almost warming to the touch. Her wounds felt gradually better when Naniko sanitized them and bandaged them. A sudden urge to sleep came over her, but she fought the urge to yawn in front of the female.
Yes, a lot actually. Thank you.
Axelle gathered herself, and stood from her spot. Finally, somewhere safe to stay and sleep with both eyes closed. She limped a few steps forward feeling rather together now that she was bandaged up.
Ready when you are, dear.
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