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Mon Jul 17, 2017 6:53 am
Wed Jul 19, 2017 12:22 am
The massive Optime shape of Iorek hunched in the gardens. After the attack, he had been hiding away from his pack mates for a few days. He didn't want to hurt them and often came back to the fort at the dead of night. He was scared, scared of the monster that he knew was inside of him and he did anything to keep away from his pack mates. He stuck to the places outside of Casa di Cavalieri, which was dangerous and he knew it. He had finally made him appearance after a while. But, the wolfdog was still afraid.
The brown behemoth sat away from others, picking flowers and weaving them into flower crowns. He was scared and it showed in his work. The flower crown looked like his first one, the first one he ever made. A soft sigh echoed through the beast as he looked at his work. He could use it for room decoration. He set it on the side and began working on another one, focusing even more on the new one he was making so that it wasn't as sloppy. The chocolate-saddled beast felt that was the only escape for him.
The red-eyed recruit almost jumped as he heard a voice call his name. Was it one of the leaders? No, it wasn't the moon-hued Sola so it was someone else. He turned towards the voice as he heard them sit. He sat in a more hunched posture and seemed to cower more than usual. The female had creamy white fur and blue eyes. There was also a nasty scar on her muzzle. The crimson-eyed Cavalier took a moment to process her question.
"F-Flower c-crows...m-making th-them." The hybrid brute stammered. His ears were buried in his fur and his bobbed tail tried to tuck itself between his legs. He held the half-made flower crown in his hands. With a bit of thought, the fluffy monster held it up slightly for inspection.
Wed Jul 19, 2017 2:23 am
Wed Jul 19, 2017 4:05 am
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Optime | Day | July 8th | Gardens
Iorek nodded, studying the woman for a minute and then selected some colors for her. Blue would go well with her eyes and yellow would complement her fur nicely. He began pulling up flowers to use for the crown. With something to do, the task was a bit quicker and it looked a bit nicer than his first attempt. He made a pretty crown from the blue and yellow flowers as the woman spoke to him. The wolfdog could multitask talking and weaving.
The brown behemoth's head tilted as Veri introduced herself. Did she heal Teagan? Was that how she knew. His fur puffed from fear as he thought that she was going to punish him? But, she said she also helped people whom where upset. He wouldn't necessarily consider himself upset, though he was afraid. Was that the same? He looked at her with slight fear that dulled into slight anxiety. The chocolate-saddled beast shrugged, not knowing if he was upset or not.
"I-I'll b-be...b-be o-okay," The red-eyed recruit said, though he didn't believe it. He didn't want to lose control, and the best way was to stay away from people. He would stay in his room for the rest of the day since he didn't have anything to do. He didn't want to waste the woman's time either if he was a lost cause. He didn't know anymore. He knew that he wasn't good, though. That was what the crimson-eyed Cavalier knew for sure.
The massive yearling closed his eyes and he saw the carnage. He had been woken up by bad dreams. He dreamed that Teagan hadn't been able to stop him; he dreamed that he hadn't bee able to stop himself from injuring his pack mate badly, he relived the attack. The fluffy monster wasn't okay. But, he hoped he would be okay soon. It wasn't the first trauma he had gone through. He had seen his mother killed by loners. But did this incident affect him more than his mother dying?
Wed Jul 19, 2017 4:50 am
Wed Jul 19, 2017 12:07 pm
Iorek tilted his head towards Veri as she voiced exactly what he was afraid of. He was afraid of the monster that had made itself known. He was afraid of the monster that had made itself known, the monster that had hurt Teagan, the monster that had hurt two loners, the monster that killed one. The bloodshed that day was even worse than his mother's death. And he never wanted it to happen again. The wolfdog trembled slightly. Closing his eyes for a second and then seeing the carnage, wincing slightly.
The woman moved closer and the brown behemoth almost moved away. But, that would be rude and disrespectful. So, he stayed in one place like a boulder. Her blue eyes caught his red, but he looked away. He was scared, scared that he would attack again, though the movements with the flower crown were not hindered. If he could keep his hands busy, he might not turn bad again. The massive yearling still bristled. He was still afraid.
The red-eyed recruit shook his head. If someone else had been there, they wouldn't have hurt the tri-colored knight. They wouldn't have caused as much harm as he did. They wouldn't have turned into a monster on that day. He was a killer, anybody else wouldn't have killed. He looked at the woman, "I-I h-hurt...h-hurt T-Teagan...N-not g-good." The crimson-eyed Cavalier stammered while shaking his head.
And then the woman pointed at the flower crown that the hybrid beast had just finished. She pointed out that monsters couldn't create pretty things that he could. He shook his head, "M-Monster k-kill...i-it i-inside......I-I m-me n-now." He replied. He nodded, agreeing with her statement. The monster couldn't make pretty things, but the chocolate-saddled brute could.He held up the finished flower crown, showing it to the healer. "Y-Yours."
Mon Jul 31, 2017 3:19 pm
Tue Aug 01, 2017 1:50 am
Iorek couldn't, or wouldn't believer Veri's words. She wasn't there, she didn't know how he felt. He had attacked Teagan for no good reason at all. The terror in the boy's eyes as the monster reached down to tear out his throat was something that was stuck in his mind. He wasn't much older than Tinsel and he had slain the young boy. The scream as the wolf tried to escape from the wolfdog still rang in his ears.
The massive yearling's mood lifted slightly as the wolf woman wore the crown he had made for her. He had done well with his choice of colors. The yellow and blue hues complemented her features nicely. The sight of his work still didn't take away the troubled look on his face. Even the woman's joy didn't even lift the look off of his face. He still wasn't okay. Would the feral giant ever be?
The red-eyed Recruit did looks shocked when the woman said that if anyone else was there, then all the loners would be dead? He didn't know if he was terrified or relieved. So, maybe he saved the two loners? But, it had been at the expense of Teagan, it seemed. He didn't know why his pack mates would slaughter loners? He did understand the need to protect his home, but at the expense of other's lives? The crimson-eyed Cavalier couldn't understand why they would need to kill the loners instead of simply chasing them off.
The blue-eyed lady didn't know that the brown behemoth had served as a protector to his mother. Ever since he had first shifted, he had been protecting his mom. He used his massive Secui shape to keep loners away from the small wolfess and chased them away. But one night, he had failed. Two loners had attacked his mother and at only a year old, he saw his mother bleed out. So, he did understand the need to defend a pack mate. But, he had hesitated and his mother had died. He felt the hints of frustration, but didn't act or outwardly show them. The chocolate-saddled brute was a mountain, not reacting or even bidding the woman farewell.
Once the healer had left, the flower boy padded towards the Courthouse. He would stay in his room for the rest of the day. He wasn't okay yet. So, on all fours, the beast walked into the Courthouse, keeping his head towards the ground and avoiding the center. Once he got to his room, he shifted down to his halfling form and curled up on the bed.