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- Weilund Oriel - 05-12-2010 [html] Name: Tay. Character Name: Weilund Oriel Gender: Male Age: 1 How did you find 'Souls?: Once upon a time Sie threatened to kill me if I didn't join. Email: whatsalittlevertigo@hotmail.com MSN: Same
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The tawny male slowed his pace, giant paws picking their way across the terrain. He would pause here and there, stopping to investigate any trees that came across his path. When the scents became more concentrated and less varied, he figured he was close to the borders of some pack. If he was lucky, whoever he ran into would be able to point him in the right direction.
The steady footfalls finally came to a halt about a half an hour or so later, shuffling forward through the bracken a little further before he settled himself on his haunches. The pack that had been slung over his back slid off and onto the right, landing with a heavy thump. This distracted him for a moment as he thought of what lay within the bag – all the possessions Elliot had passed on to him, but before long the male was able to pull his attention back to the task at hand. Which of course was waiting. Waiting and trying very, very hard not to think. - Conor Soul - 05-13-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> YAYATAYFACE It was strange how he had managed to show up at the right places these last days. His nose had loomed mere inches over the ground as he followed the trail of a rabbit, but the trail brought him to something larger than that of a rabbit. The young male had not realized that he had come to the borders, but maybe he ought to stay by the borders. His eyes lifted and took in the form of the large wolf. The yearling’s pace drew to a halt and for once his smile did not automatically come on his display. Those he had encountered earlier this week were two females—but now it occurred to him that not every lone wolf necessarily had good intentions.
Confused about his own odd trail of thoughts, the male gave the stranger a court nod, waving a partly erect tail from side to side. ”Hello, can I help you with anything?” He wondered why such negative thoughts had risen within him just now. Was it because the fellow was larger and reminded him of the fact that there sometimes could be threats waiting for the pack outside the safe pack lands? There was nothing hostile about the other’s form, and the young leader felt a bit bad for ever considering something else. - Weilund Oriel - 05-14-2010 [html] LIIBRRIIIFACE. <3333! I'm sorry this is so scattered all over the place. I haven't RPed in like....a little under a year, it's kind of sad! By the way, I want your table. -noms it-
The massive wolf's thoughts would have continued to spiral painfully if not for a very welcome interruption. Conor's scent alerted Weilund a shortly before he arrived on scene himself, so Weilund was able to properly prepare himself. He automatically bowed his head, lowering to a respectful height and the rest of his body followed suit. He kept his eyes on the ground until the alpha spoke before making eye contact. And even then his gaze was full of respect, slightly apologetic for disturbing the leader: nothing near the glare he had directed to the stupid pack moments before.
I sure hope you can, sir. My name is Weilund Oriel and I'm looking for a pack called Dahlia de Mai? I'm here to deliver some news to Kol Stormbringer. A pregnant pause, a twist of pain contorting his features for a few seconds. It's about her mate Elliot Oriel, my uh- my brother. Never had six syllables been so painful to speak out loud, but saying his brother's name send a throb of pain through his chest. It didn't matter how many times he spoke it and he was never completely prepared for the repercussions: it felt as if his lungs had been torn out of place, almost always leaving him gasping from the sense of loss. He managed to keep the turmoil inside and felt a hollow sense of accomplishment for the control. Now all he had to do was get through the rest of the conversation. And after that? He had no idea. - Conor Soul - 05-15-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> Shush! It was lovely Sorry about the length of my posts q_q The young male recognized the surname brushing through his ear, but he was sorry to realize that the male Elliot Oriel existed only as a dim, faceless canine he had seen occasionally in the past. He knew that Kol and Elliot had been a pair, according what Alexey had told him once when he had expressed curiosity about her former best friend. The golden man’s calm eyes had blasted away the thoughts that had haunted him the short moments earlier. Cruelty was very apparent in this world, but the evil that had stalked around and about Dahlia had been reeling in on Haku. Now with the crazed Rosen gone, he found the strangers quiet and sanguine..
I’m Conor and this it Dahlia de Mai,” Lavender orbs held sorrow though, because Kol Stormbringer was no longer here. ”Unfortunately I have sad news to bring you. Kol lost her life in a recent war.” At least this was what the gold and cinnamon coated leader believed. This was the end that so many of Dahlia’s members had met. To function well in his everyday life, Conor pushed the losses he had experienced over the months away from his conscious mind. Now he was staring at the dead faces that had given up their life for nothing and he could feel the cold breath of death as he had back then. He hoped this fellow had not journeyed far to get here. - Weilund Oriel - 05-18-2010 [html] OH WE'LL SEE WHAT'S LOVELY. And pshft on YOU for worrying about your post lengths. Size isn't everything, you know.
He'd never met Kol in person, but the young male felt as if he had known her all his life. And in a way, he did. His brother barely talked of anyone else. Their separation had been heartbreaking for Elliot and a day didn't go by that his sibling didn't speak of reuniting with her. She was all he talked about: her likes, dislikes, the things he did that guaranteed one of her beautiful smiles, the things he did (quite frequently) that would encourage her looks of exasperation. Weilund would listen raptly to all the stories Eli told him, deeply moved by the way his voice would be completely saturated with love every time he spoke of his mate. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, Eilu. When it happens to you, it'll be the greatest experience in your life. Weilund would nod fervently, believing every word and dreaming of the day when he, too would find that special someone. Even as a young pup, he knew love like that lasted forever. Well, it was supposed to. But what happened now? They were both dead and their love story was done and over with, ending in the middle of a chapter. How was that fair?
It took Weilund several moments of silence before he was capable of speaking again. Is....I'm sorry, is there anyone left..behind? A family member or something? I'm...I'm supposed to tell someone. His ears lay flat against his head, no longer lowered in respect but pinned in devastation. When he finished his fragmented sentences, the male's voice cracked several times- I came here to tell...to tell Kol that Elliot is gone too. -before lapsing into silence once more. Did it even matter if he told anyone now? The one person he was supposed to tell couldn't hear him anymore. Weilund hadn't realized just how much he had been counting on seeing his brother's mate. To be able to see Elliot's stories and memories come to life, to meet the one his hero loved best in the world. She would have taken care of him, he had known. She would have been able to show him what he was supposed to do next. He would have felt a little better because being with Kol would have been a little like seeing Elliot again. They would have helped each other through it all. Now who was going to help him? He was lost. I don't know what to do any more. His last admission came out in a cry of complete defeat and the massive beast was unable to keep himself up any longer. - Conor Soul - 05-18-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> pffudfjs 500+ Light caramel ears brushed against the soft fur by the top of his neck as he awaited the male’s reaction. It was not at all hard to see how much of a surprise this was, and though the alpha’s lavender orbs did not water, there was an immerse amount of sorrow and loss drifting within the soft hue. He had not known the black woman particularly well, but he knew that she had been a good person and a friend to those she surrounded herself with. Every life lost to a pair of fangs or licking flames was a horrible tragedy. His eyes fled the large form of the trespasser and closed, allowing him to cope with the news about Kol Stormbringer as best he could. Conor knew tragedy well and knew that silence was the best way to digest grave news.
The gentle, white melody of nature had filled the golden male’s audits for a few long moments before the large male’s voice again sounded and the Dahlian opened his eyes. Bris Stormbringer was still alive and well, though the golden leader knew that her insides were shattered because of what had happened. It became difficult to park his eyes on the brute’s face. There was guilt. Conor partly blamed himself for all the terrible things that had happened. Had he only acted sooner, been stronger… ”Bris Stormbringer lives here. She is Kol’s sister,” he started off, not entirely sure exactly how the two women had been related. The family name was enough to confirm their connection anyway. Then a new shock struck the Dahlian hard in the chest, though he should have guessed this already. So much death, no one escaped.
Both so young and when he had last seen that couple together there had been so much happiness. Now it was lost and only dull puppy memories remained. The yearling regretted he had not taken the time to know them better than he had. Now they were both gone and their love was already disappearing in misty memories. Dahlia was so damaged. Conor wished for happiness to bloom here, but cruel fates took their lives early. ”My sincere condolences, Weilund.” Soft lilac eyes closed again and the young male turned his face away, seeing the faces of his late pack members flash behind shut lids. It was around a year ago. How could so much terrible happen in such a short time? They had all been so happy.
”I will bring you to Bris,” the alpha decided, saying this out loud as his eyes opened and retargeted the large brute that carried so much emotional pain on his shoulders. Whatever was next on the golden male’s list was never to be known, as the large male succumbed to the loss. The Dahlian wolf rose then and closed in on the larger male carefully, intention only to comfort and help. ”Weilund.” A soft breath, weighted down by the loss they both had to deal with. ”You’ve travelled far, you deserve to rest.” Conor dipped his muzzle gently, giving the darker wolf a soft nudge on the shoulder. - Weilund Oriel - 05-18-2010 [html] Holy crap. I first started writing this like....in the morning. I ended up coming back to it at LEAST four times and I bet it shows. xD
In OTHER news, Weilund has a man crush on Conor. And I have a thing for him too.
Weilund's ears twitched at the mention of Bris – someone he didn't know, but still a connection to what he used to have. He found direction in her name and was willing to follow it as far as it would take him as long as Conor pointed him in the right direction. And after that? He didn't know. Maybe there wouldn't be an 'after that.' Maybe it would all end before he saw the rest of his journey through. He used to believe in plans, contemplating moves beyond the first or second step. But in the last little while Weilund suffered through enough revelations about mortality to effectively destroy any previous beliefs. How long did any of them really have? At the very least he was certain that he would survive the next hour or so and it was all thanks to Conor. Thank you, sir. The large wolf finally spoke, bending to brush the alpha's chin both in respect and gratitude. He took a few deep breaths, working to calm himself so he'd be able to regain his composure. When he believed himself in control, Weilund addressed the pack that he had forgotten at his feet. He was careful to make the movements seem effortless, but slipping the bag back onto his back was yet another difficult task. Once this feat was managed, Weilund addressed the male before him again, feeling he needed to explain. It wasn't that he figured Conor would suspect that the bag contained anything dangerous – he just found that talking helped. Silence was the only dangerous thing he needed to concern himself. The quiet gave his thoughts an opportunity to attack.
My brother left me this stuff. They're all his tools. He was a really good carpenter. He taught me everything I know. To his great surprise, Weilund found that he was able to smile. It was small and kind of pathetic, but it was something and that was all that mattered. It was enough to get him through whatever happened next, at least. But what was next, anyway?
Before he was consciously aware of it, Weilund was speaking. Uh. Conor, sir? Do you think it'd be okay if I stayed here? As surprised as he was for saying it, the male couldn't deny how right the idea of staying here felt. This was the one place my brother was really happy and if it's okay with you, I'd like to ...share that with him, if that makes sense. He hoped he didn't sound crazy and hastily pushed on. I won't make a nuisance of myself. I'm good with tools and in my old pack I was the Medic's understudy. I did a lot of patrolling, too. He wasn't exactly sure how one went about joining a pack. He'd lived his entire life in Jasper Valley and because his old home was so isolated there hadn't been a great deal of potential joiners for him to learn from. He was willing to give it his best shot in any case. - Conor Soul - 05-20-2010 [html] <style type="text/css"> .conorrain b {font-weight:bold; color:#e2ff7d; letter-spacing:1px; } .conorooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .conorrain p {padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .conorrain {width:400px;border:1px solid #455d11;background-image:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/libri/Rain.png);background-position:bottom center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-bottom:50px;background-color:#b2c337;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;color:#d0e55a;} </style> I really like Weilund too. CONOR AND WEILUND SHOULD BE SUPERBUDDIES! Oh, and welcomewelcome to Dahlia(again!)<333 I love tayawesomeness<33 500+ He was not unaware that this bold move to touch the other could have backfired horribly. There was no doubt in his heart though that this was a gentle soul crumbling to the ground from immerse weights of grief. Conor could relate to this too well. He knew what it was like to deal with such misery on one’s own, thus would not let the Oriel male go through this alone. A weak smile danced upon thin lips when gratitude was expressed. He was not at all worried about the pack that belonged to the other. There had already been several opportunities for the other to strike out, and so Conor already knew that this male was trustworthy to an extent. He was happy to listen to the man’s explanation anyway, allowing ears to flicker gently to underline the fact that Weilund had his full attention.
Dahlia had once had a carpenter, but the male had disappeared before Conor had received his first adult rank. He had never realized that Elliot had been one as well. All the things he did not know. One should remember the dead and who they were, but Conor’s memories of the late Oriel male were few and terribly blurry. It was unexpected that a smile bloomed on the large fellow’s face as he spoke and the golden male could not resist returning it. It was beautiful to observe the relationship between the brothers. Bonds were not severed by death and Conor hoped Elliot had been able to appreciate his sibling before he died. ”Tools of an artist. You should hold on to them,” he spoke. Or were they part of Weilund’s burden and needed to be disposed of?
The question that eventually rose surprised the young alpha. He wished to stay? The yearling inhaled, taking in the rich scent of the stranger. His journey was long and it was hard to make out the scents he did not recognize. Perhaps he belonged somewhere else in the world, but Conor did not often get into other people’s business without a valid reason. He wished only to help—had already offered the male a few days. Those days would pass and it was Weilund that had to be the one to decide for himself whether or not he could find a home here in Nova Scotia. The lilac eyed male’s spirits rose still though, for he already appreciated the other for what he had seen in his emotional gaze. ”I advise you to take a few days to think about this, and if you decide to try to rebuild a life here then I’d be honoured to have you in my pack.”
Silence slipped into the boy’s head as he recognized the egoistic word just used. My pack. Dahlia did not belong to him. Eyelids half closed and the boy’s gaze drifted off as he wondered why he had yet to be overthrown by an elder wolf. Dahlia’s remaining members were not aggressive, but who would trust a boy—Haku’s son to rule Dahlia? He turned his focus quickly and found that he wished that the Oriel man would stay. In fact, the two shared a mutual interest for healing it seemed. The co-rank as an apothecary was empty—Conor did not feel confident enough about his skills to take it. Not yet anyway. He wanted to comment further on the man’s strengths, but there would be time for that and he wanted to give the male time to deal with this immerse change in his life before more trivial matters were discussed. - Conor Soul - 05-20-2010
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