She always had a pretty face.

for Oceane Aston!

POSTED: Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:31 pm

(334) Set at Musquodoboit Valley.

She had no idea that many years ago, when the humans were around, this place had been a tilled and well-maintained field with crops growing underneath the sun. Nor did she know how it had fallen into disarray and slowly returned to the wild, like the rest of the world. If she had known, she probably wouldn't have even blinked an eye at the story; it was as common as dirt in their world of nowadays. That was what had happened everywhere, at varying degrees, when their world ended. Her world began that day, on the skeletal remains of what had been mankind's playplace. It would take time for humans to become so unimportant as to be mostly forgotten.

Bridget moved steadily through the overgrown pastureland, her tail swaying behind her. It was uncharacteristic for her to be out and about in Lupus form but for some reason she had wanted to be unburdened with the trappings of Optime. There were no bags to sling about, no clothing to consider, she was just free to walk in her furry form and go about her business. Though what business she had out here in the open with nowhere to go was a matter of uncertainty in and of itself. Usually she kept to her home, because it was easiest and she knew what she was doing. The newness of this place entranced her, though; it distracted her from her inner turmoil, which seemed constant lately. She needed herbs that wouldn't grow for months yet. The waiting might just kill her if she wasn't careful.

There was a building nearby and she appraised it thoughtfully for a moment, then turned her head just as a blur of motion ran across her peripheral vision. A quick blot of brown that dashed nearby her and headed toward somewhere else. Instinctively, she took off after it. Her mouth emitting excited growls as she headed toward what she assumed was prey. If it wasn't, this was about to get awkward.

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POSTED: Thu Mar 13, 2014 7:36 pm

((421)) Thanks for starting~
Ocèane Aston
Armageddon could be knocking at my door

The building was interesting, to say the least. Shoddy was a good word for it, as well. Several beams crisscrossed the ceiling in a web, practically coated in an even layer of bird droppings. The walls were old and splintering; multiple cracks of varying degrees appeared through the woodwork, throwing sunlight onto the tattered floorboards. That same sunlight languidly slipped over dark fur as Ocèane moved through the structure, dodged paws creating the quietest of creaks as she continued along. The Lupus paused at the far end of the mill, lowering her neck to nose a curious bird feather that had fluttered to the floor. The chocolate hued fae huffed, lowering her body to the rough ground and setting her head overtop her paws, which just barely cleared end of the opened arch, door thrown askew to the side with broken hinges. She relished in the weakening sunlight that warmed her fur in splotches; allowing her time to think. She’d come far from AniWaya; she’d run, once again, after she’d promised herself she wouldn’t. But the pained looks of everyone she’d ever loved or wanted to love were breaking her in more ways than she could imagine, and the only logical thought that she could find was run. So she had, and now she was here.

It was in that moment a scuffling brought the woman to attention, and she lazily raised her head, ears pricking as she scanned the brush. A bobbing white tail caused her to stiffen, before slowly coming to a stand, surprisingly soundlessly. The Hineyu stepped from her perch in the doorway of the dingy mill, finding herself to stand silently in the grass. Unfortunately, the breeze was not in her favor, and the rabbit caught wind of her quickly. She acted in a heartbeat, shooting forward to fly into the bushes and scramble after the prey. Once the rabbit straightened into a solid line, Ocèane was able to gain ground, panting violently as trees and fields blurred together in high speed. It was one final leap that the Aston fell on the creature, quickly slipping her teeth into its jugular to end it swiftly. It was then she heard a sort of thumping behind her, and Oce whirled, rabbit still in mouth, to find another barreling down on her. The woman barely had time to move, so narrowly dodging the canine that she felt the breeze of the close quarters pass. The dark woman dropped her catch, eyeing the newcomer warily and in a defensive posture.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
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POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 8:31 pm

(316) My pleasure! Hope I got the situation right in my reply. Let me know if I mixed anything up. XD

Bridget moved rapidly through the grasses, her nostrils flaring as she tried to take in the scent of the creature she was trailing. What was it, exactly? She had found it hard to see before she went off after it, her instincts triggered by its flight away from her. The idea of a meal made her mouth water in anticipation. It couldn't be a full-grown wolf or other predator of their stature, because she would have seen them much clearer. Besides, no wolf bolted off like that at the sight of another wolf. Unless it was a very strange, small wolf. Though she would soon find out as she was getting very near to her intended prey. With a thrust of her hindlegs, she leaped toward it and shot forward as fast as she could... only to nearly collide with another hunter that had been going after the same prey. Effectively, the stranger had torn the jugular of the rabbit and was barely able to dodge out of the way before Bridget ran into her.

The Anatheman skidded to a halt, her tongue lolling out as she panted. Her muscles quivered and she felt a flare of disappointment at the loss of her prey. Immediately the girl's bi-toned eyes noticed the hunched, protective posture of the other canine. Clearly hovering over her catch in a manner to suggest she was not giving it up. Bridget's ears flattened and she raised her head with a snorted exhale. "Not... thief." she panted between breaths, her tail flicking indignantly behind her. It wasn't as if she had intended to go after the same prey and she was not one to take away another hunter's successful hunt. Though the smell of blood on the air did make her stomach grumble in an uncomfortable, longing way. She would have to find her own food. Once she recovered her breath, that was.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 18, 2014 11:02 pm

((329)) Nope, that worked out great. c|
Ocèane Aston
Armageddon could be knocking at my door

Panting heavily over the rabbit, Ocèane attempted to evaluate the stranger. She looked disappointed, rather than angry, as the woman would have expected. The Aston rose her head, tipping her head as her quick breathing gradually slowed, though it was still labored. A brief whiff of Anathema met her nose, and suddenly the Hineyu remembered how close to the borders she was, and wasn’t sure if the smell was coming from the stranger or from the territory. Another gust of wind confirmed that the lady was from Anathema, and Oce took a step back, her ears lowering only slightly. How had she not noticed before?

But she was reassured when the stranger said that she wasn’t trying to steal her food. The chocolate woman dropped her catch where it rolled onto the cold ground, small drips of blood sprinkling the dead grass. Ça va bien. I didn’t realize I was so close to your borders. She nodded toward the pack, flicking her long tail briefly as the wind rose one of the feathers behind her ears. You may have some, if you want. She said quickly, nosing the catch another inch toward the other wolf. Oce could catch some more, even if it may not be as easy. AniWaya had food stores, as well, so she was always able to eat from there if necessary. Ocèane continued to watch the Anatheman. Surprisingly they were both Luperci in Lupus, which wasn’t something normally found. Though it was a good way to wind down, as she felt she could move more freely and easily on all fours.

The AniWayan, after the lady refused or accepted, took several steps to a tree nearby where she sat, sheltered from the gusts that tugged at her fur. I’m Ocèane. She offered, dipping her head slightly in greeting. She noted how the woman spoke; not very clearly, her speech broken. But she detected no accent, which was a little odd.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Thu Mar 20, 2014 4:55 pm

(319) --

AniWayan, she noted, taking in the scents of her company as the other female appeared to do the same. It seemed she was running into AniWayans more and more lately in comparison to wolves she saw from other packs. To her, it was actually more surprising that she hadn't seen them more often before. After all, her pack was nearest to theirs. It made sense that AniWaya and Anathema would have run-ins rather regularly. She remembered her last encounter; her mother. Would that count? Ayasha was not an AniWayan anymore... unless she had returned there. Certainly she had not come to Anathema. Bridget would make a point to find out sometime soon if her mother had returned to the naturalist pack.

Strange words came from the brown-coated wolf and for a moment she wondered if she had misheard. The remaining words quickly coalesced in her familiar language, though, so she thought not. Perhaps the other wolf merely spoke two languages. At the comment about Anathema's borders, the Furcas looked back toward her pack and shrugged in a languid way. "Neutral land, no harm." she replied. Lucky that the other female hadn't accidentally transgressed as part of her hunt. Then again, the strength of the smells at the actual border likely would have halted a hunt, even in-progress.

The other female's offer pleased Bridget, but she shook her head in refusal. "Triggered by movement, not too hungry... all yours." she was hardly going to take a hunter's kill - or even a portion of it - from their mouth just because she had chased the same beast. She took in the name and sank to her hindquarters, sitting comfortably. "Bridget. Well met." she was trying her best to sound proper, but knew she was failing. The Furcas wasn't trying that hard, though. There was only so much effort she was going to put in for a stranger she barely knew.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:18 pm

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Ocèane Aston
Armageddon could be knocking at my door

Once it was obvious no harm to be done by the misunderstanding of prey, Ocèane visibly relaxed, taking on a more easygoing posture and one that was more open, yet still more closed off than her usual self. Recent events had forced her into a more quiet and vague persona than she usually would be in. The Hineyu watched Bridget carefully but softly, noting she was kind enough not to be disturbed by the Aston’s close proximity to the borders. Of course, she would never hunt within pack lands, though she was dangerously close, and took mental note to look in safer places for food. She didn’t want to begin feuds with packs that there was no tensions to begin with, as she feared her past and somehow current relationships could do something of that sort.

The woman snagged her teeth in the rabbit fleetingly as she dragged it to the patch of shade not far away from the newly found stranger. Yet she did not eat, and instead pushed the prey behind her dodged khaki paws to put it out of sight and out of mind. She was still polite enough not to eat in front of others, even though her stomach growled. Oce flicked the bluejay feathers behind her ear, which quickly fluttered, and she lowered her head to tip it curiously forward, bright eyes watching the Anatheman with interest. Undying curiosity was an immature trait she had never lost and didn’t plan to; it was what had led her to glorious discoveries and problems better left unsaid. She was quick to see that the tawny girl had a sort of speech impairment; not jarringly evident, but subtle enough that it was unfamiliar on the Aston’s ears, and she figured she better refrain from slipping into French as she commonly did.

Bridget, the name sounded familiar to her, somehow. The Hineyu leaned forward farther, slim figure giving the appearance of a bird perched and straining to fly. It was a bell that was rung violently; and she grasped for the answer. It finally came to her in the form of a name, one long ago heard and nearly forgotten. Ayasha, She said, realization brightening her gaze as the name clicked into place. Though she quickly realized she might have to explain herself. Bridget, I mean. You’re Ayasha’s daughter? She questioned quickly, hopefully her confirmation was right. I’m Claudius’ sister, I’m not sure if you would know anybody from AniWaya. The time lines fit just barely; Ayasha had been in the ranks of AniWaya for just three short months before Ocèane had left for adventure again, and never saw her again, though she’d heard whispered cobwebs of her past from her brother, whos job it was to be friendly with each member of the tribe.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Wed Apr 02, 2014 5:18 pm

(444) --

Bridget was generally unperturbed by border relations. She wasn't a guardian, it wasn't her job to force wolves away from being near the pack unless they were unknown Artisans. Then there was a reason. Otherwise, as long as they weren't threatening the border itself or crossing it, the Furcas could care less. Perhaps that was a poor pack spirit, but the girl didn't share her opinions with other wolves. So it wasn't like anyone was aware that was how she felt about border protocol. She had chipped in willingly enough to help set up the traps and spikes that now stood up as stark reminders of where Anathema's land started.

Her ears raised as the other female's stomach growled, though the rabbit had been tucked away politely. Bridget laughed lightly, her tail flicking from side to side in good humor. "Eat. Don't mind me." she replied, not wanting to have the other wolf sitting there hungry just because she was there. If she had known that would be an issue, perhaps she would have taken some of the rabbit just so that her company could eat. The Rhiannon wolf settled on her stomach and swayed her tail lightly from side to side; she was relaxed and comfortable. Now that they had established the relationship of peace between them, she didn't feel any sort of anxiety at all about the conversation.

She blinked in surprise at the name that came from the AniWaya female's mouth. Her mother's name. Ayasha. It hadn't really occurred to her that anyone of her mother's old pack would know her name. Cal hadn't been aware of her mother, though he was very new. Was this a wolf that had actually known her mother when Ayasha had been around before? Had she seen her mother since the other wolf had returned? Although Bridget wasn't entirely sure if her mother had returned to stay or had merely come back for a little while. Either way, it had been good to see the older female.

"Yes, Ayasha... is my mother." she carefully framed what she said, knowing that the usual jumbled way she talked would have made it sound awkward. "Met Cal from AniWaya... want to visit, soon. Maybe... maybe join." she admitted in a bald, frank way that was probably inappropriate given how recently she had met Oceane. It was something she had been feeling since she met Cal, though, because she wanted a home. Not just a pack, but a home, which she didn't feel she had in Anathema anymore. The atmosphere there was changing. Disloyalty made her stomach turn, but she wondered what this female would think of the possibility.

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POSTED: Tue Apr 08, 2014 6:12 pm

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Ocèane Aston
Armageddon could be knocking at my door

She’d hoped the sound wouldn’t be noticeable, but she forgot how keen canine ears were. Ocèane gave a soft and half-apologetic smile toward the Anatheman. But she wasn’t one to refuse an incessant offer to eat, so the chocolate woman lay on her stomach and nipped lightly at the rabbit’s stomach, still being petite in her meal as she didn’t want to be overbearingly rude, though now she could curb the edge of hunger; even with small bites. She continued to nudge and pick with her nose between exchanges, careful to curiously watch the stranger to seem interested. It certainly wasn’t a feign; she found interest in any newcomer and it wasn’t hard for her to express it with a bright seafoam gaze, only briefly diverted to glance at the meal near her paws.

She was pleased when her guess was confirmed. Being curious about everyone and everything it wasn’t hard for her to remember faces, yet there were so many names and colors in her head it was still doubtful she could put a name to a face, or a parent, in this case. She could only briefly remember Ayasha; she’d been quiet but kind, and was a good addition to AniWaya, though she had since moved on in Ocèane’s absence. When Bridget mentioned an unfamiliar name the Hineyu rose her gaze from the scarcely eaten prey, tail flicking as she attempted to recognize such a name. They must have been a member she had yet to hear about or meet. She’d need to get around to familiarizing herself with the newer tribe members.

Bridget’s momentous comment caused the Aston to pause, watching her with an intriguing light in her eye, before she nodded firmly, a soft smile on her accentuated muzzle. I would be happy to show you around, some. AniWaya is always happy to have new members, especially family. She refrained from wincing at the word family, quickly shooing away the guilty thoughts. I am a fire tender, but there are many other paths you can take. The chocolate woman added, taking another dainty bite of her prey. Ocèane knew what it was like to not fit in, to an extent. She inferred that Bridget may have not been quite as content with her home as she would have liked. She was sure that Claudius would know of Ayasha, and having ties in a pack definitely helped new members to settle down more easily and quickly.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Thu Apr 17, 2014 3:31 pm

(406) --

Bridget was unperturbed when her company took her offer to eat despite the Anatheman not having food of her own. It wasn't something she had offered out of politeness, she genuinely wanted Oceane to eat because she was hungry. A sense of propriety was not high on her list, nor was she overly fluffed about manners. Certainly it had been polite of the Aston to try and hold back on eating, but there was no reason for it. After all, if she had been hungry, the Rhiannon would have taken some of the food and also been eating. She wagged her tail lightly and was glad that the AniWayan's hungry stomach was being filled. Even if it seemed to be filling slowly, given the way the other female was picking at it rather than eating it with the ferocity that Bridget herself would have had. Another difference of manners, she supposed.

She smiled appreciatively when the other female offered to show her around AniWaya. Like Cal, she didn't seem to try and dissuade the Rhiannon girl from visiting - perhaps even joining - their pack. Nor was there a lot of concern for what that might mean between the packs. Undoubtedly Anathema would not like a member leaving for any reason, because it was a loss to the pack as a whole. Especially a healer and long time member. Perhaps it would be a glaring message to Kentaro, though, about his failure as a leader. About the whole leadership's failure in the eyes of Bridget. A fresh start would do her well, she thought. Her and her kittens both. Though really, Tricks and Tramp would probably not care where they lived as long as they were still fed and cared for as they had always been.

"Appreciate it." she said in reply, eager at the idea of having at least two semi-familiar faces in the area that she could see when she was visiting AniWaya. Though she wasn't sure Cal would want to see her again after her oddness at their first meeting. Then again, he had been one of the few to treat her with genuine kindness even when she was acting strange. "Like... herbs, healing." she explained of herself, as if she was already petitioning for a place. Though partially she was interested to hear if that was a talent that the AniWayan pack was flooded with already or if it would be welcomed.

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POSTED: Fri Apr 25, 2014 5:24 pm

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Ocèane Aston
Armageddon could be knocking at my door

In the past, relationships with Anathema had been neutral- friendly, even. They had traded with the misfit band and some former AniWayans had resided there for some time; Bridget was a clear sign that descendants of the Cherokee pack still found refuge there. The idea of the woman abandoning Anathema for AniWaya was met with mixed ideas in Océane’s mind. She figured that the band would not be very happy about it, but then again, the Rhiannon would have left for personal reasons; not for prejudice against the pack. At least, not as far as the Aston knew. A new member would mean more strength for AniWaya’s numbers, which had been low in the past; in recent months, they had been increasing in population. Most of that was Océane’s doing, though; both of her daughters had showed up looking for her, and found themselves in the ranks. She might as well keep up her good recruiting streak. Alas, she never liked to see another canine as kind of Bridget unhappy with their home.

When the girl mentioned healing, the chocolate Hineyu’s ears perked, raising her slightly bloodied muzzle from the rabbit’s belly. Kunikoti is the beginning tier for medicine and healing. She informed her, but paused as she thought over the idea. AniWaya is in need of healers. I only know of one other who practices with herbs… his name is Duyugodv. I don’t see him around much, though. She was not lying in the least; there was a lack of medicine and herb-masters in the pack, and Duyugodv had just recovered from illness himself, which would have weakened him. Océane figured he looked older than his age, the few times she had seen him. A young and able-minded herbalist such as Bridget would be a blessing.

How are things in Anathema? She figured she may as well get the girl’s side of the story, to see if there really was any turbulence within the borders that sat so close. It seemed that it would be given for some unrest, as many of the members were those that practiced darker morals.

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Océane Aston

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Ann
Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

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