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- Skoll Haskel - 11-24-2011 [html] Skoll Haskel
533~~~ There was no question that Skoll Haskel had an appetence for stories. He had been an energetic and lively puppy from the start, quick to learn to walk then run then sprint all over the place. However, even the simplest of tales would tame the little sun chaser immediately, holding him rooted to the spot and staring wide-eyed at the narrator until the story reached its conclusion. And he always took something away from the stories—a new knowledge for his young and expanding mind, an idea that he would either accept as truth or go to investigate. When one of the pack members had told him the story of the Fairy Lights, the blonde cub did not hesitate to venture into that part of the territory. He was getting big enough to travel farther now, although most of his little adventures were not sanctioned by his caregivers. Even now, he was supposed to be playing with Hati and Lottie, but he hoped they understood that he had to see the magical phenomenon for himself. He could play little kid games later—the Prince wanted to see the fairies dancing over the wildflowers. His soft puppy body wriggled underneath a root then sped past the other trees in the expanse of forest. This trail was well-worn, though, and he wasn’t afraid of getting lost—though someone else might have been. He could smell something wooden ahead, along with a flowery scent that wasn’t quite so flowery. He relied mostly on the scent as well as the feel of the path underfoot as he ran. It had gotten dark early this evening, as was natural for the late months of the year, but the darkness was the best time to see the fairies, he was told. Skoll finally came out from the trees to see a field, his mouth open and panting as eager green eyes washed over the meadow of flowers and fairies—or where they should have been. Blinking, he ventured into the field, brushing grass and dead flowers. Where were the fairies? Why weren’t the flowers blushing with color? He’d heard of twinkling lights dancing around, of a sweet aroma that the fairies used to lure luperci to their home. About the only thing that was here was the gazebo and swing, but it looked decrepit by the weak moonlight. Scowling, the Prince bounded through the flower remnants and hopped up onto the love seat swing, claws scrabbling as he only managed to get his front half on. After some fighting, he sat down on it, looking around the Fairy Lights fields with disappointment. Skoll supposed that some stories were make-believe. He told make-believe stories himself, sometimes, and pretended to be a human or a monster or a hero from a song. He shouldn’t be feeling this sad about the empty fields and the creak of the swing in the cold, late autumn wind. What he didn’t know was that the story about the magical field was true—though fireflies danced above the wildflowers instead of real fairies. But Skoll was a September-born child, and the warm nights of spring and summer was as distant a dream as the fairies’ lights. <style> .sunskoll b {letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll t {font-style:italic; letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll p {padding:0px 20px; text-indent:25px;} .sunskoll .ooc { margin:auto; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/91c4s2.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll {width:500px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/28lw1up.jpg); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia;} .sunskoll .name {font-size:45px; font-family: 'Sancreek', cursive; text-align:center; padding:50px 0px 20px 0px;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-24-2011 [html] Word Count :: 3+ ^ gorgeous post there.
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327Sorry for the wait. Skoll sighed. He regretted coming all the way out here if there wasn’t even anything interesting to look at, and he only hoped that he would be able to find his way back by scent before the moon rose. His caregivers would probably panic if he was out this late in the evening, even though such behavior was expected of him more often than it was expected of his siblings. Sighing once more for very dramatic effect, he lifted his hindquarters and tensed his legs to jump off the swing. However, as he perched at the very edge of the love seat, a wispy pale shape strolled through the dead flowers toward him. This had to be a spirit! Ghost stories were, of course, included with all the other tales he demanded from any adult with a working jaw in the pack. He’d always had a hard time imagining phantoms—and had confused a piece of floating fabric for a ghoul once—but this creature walking toward him was too ephemeral to be mortal. It had a willowy body with long legs, and flowing, feathery fur where a normal wolf wouldn’t have any. Even its ears were long and furry, tipped with black like charcoal. Its eyes were dark, too, almost hollow. The boy was quivering with more excitement than fear as the creature floated through the poppies toward him. It addressed him in a quiet, feminine voice, and his green eyes widened a fraction. It had spoken to him! He quickly jumped down from the swing and stared up at the specter wonderingly. It smelled like Cour des Miracles, like any other normal pack member, but it was too strange and wispy-looking to be someone he knew, right?
“I lookin’ fer fairies,” Skoll confided, “but they no here.” He looked around at the dead meadow then back at the pale creature—and then, before he could keep himself contained any longer, blurted: “Are you a ghost?” <style> .sunskoll b {letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll t {font-style:italic; letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll p {padding:0px 20px; text-indent:25px;} .sunskoll .ooc { margin:auto; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/91c4s2.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll {width:500px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/28lw1up.jpg); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family:georgia;} .sunskoll .name {font-size:45px; font-family: 'Sancreek', cursive; text-align:center; padding:50px 0px 20px 0px;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-28-2011 [html] Word Count :: 3+ tis no problem :] Killjoy Caspa...
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235Puppy logic! I don't mind Caspa bringing him down to reality a bit. xD Skoll understood that there was a difference between make-believe stories and true narratives about something that really happened. However, at his age he couldn’t readily tell the difference yet, and so with the mind of a child he assumed that everything was true unless he was proven otherwise. His imagination was strong—frequent battles with imaginary foes or stuffed ones showed that. And his absolute thirst for stories didn’t help. The ghost-lady spoke quietly as she questioned his claims. Tilting his head, pale rosy ears flicking thoughtfully, he simply stated, “I heard story about fairies here.” He wiggled his tail in the grass and added, “They come out an’ dance at night. All glowy. They like the flowers.” Green eyes scanned the dead field, causing his ears to lower and a small frown to tug at his mouth. He looked into the pale female’s dark eyes. “Maybe fairies goned ’cause flowers are dead?”
It was only after this tangent about the fairies that he remembered her second question, and with a frown he looked her over very, very carefully. “You don’ look like a wolf,” he said, “or dog.” His father was a dog, after all, with erect ears, a fluffy coat that didn’t feather, and a curly tail. That was all he could really base his judgments on. “Ghosts are white an’ flowy an’ pretty like you,” he added, grinning. “Whassa name? I’m Skoll.” <style> .sunskoll b {letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll t {font-style:italic; letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll p {padding:0px 20px; text-indent:25px;} .sunskoll .ooc { margin:auto; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/91c4s2.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll {width:500px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/28lw1up.jpg); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll .name {font-size:45px; font-family: 'Sancreek', cursive; text-align:center; padding:50px 0px 20px 0px;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-29-2011 [html] +3
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- Skoll Haskel - 11-30-2011 [html] Skoll Haskel
400He adores her. xD The ghost’s gentle prodding question made his nose wrinkle up, and the boy was about to answer before she suggested there were no fairies. Quickly, as if her words could scare the glowing things away despite the fact they’d never made a presence, he looked around at the dead field. After a few seconds, though, he met her dark gaze surprisingly levelly with his green ones. “No,” he mumbled in answer to the first, and then, “Maybe.” He hadn’t learned to take tales with a grain of salt, instead relying on his own experiences to prove or disprove what he heard. With some, such as tales of the gods and the sun chaser he’d been named after, or the account of how the humans had disappeared, were too crazy and wild for him to disprove anyway. “But maybe there are,” Skoll added, with a little childish wisdom of his own. He couldn’t prove there were fairies, but he couldn’t disprove it, either. Dropping some of his solemn approach to this, he giggled and said, “Maybe onna other side th’world.” By now he was just teasing her, though he was sure to think twice about whether an adult was spouting make-believe or actual facts. There were no fairies here tonight among the dead flowers, and so he’d leave that subject to rest. Besides, the matter of this lady being a ghost or not was more important. The pretty white creature named Caspa said that he looked glowy like a fairy, and his eyes widened at this common sense. However, she’d versed her lesson in a way that he could understand, and he giggled first at the thought of himself being a fairy and then at the thought that he’d assumed so quickly she was a ghost. Her tongue slurped over his head, and the boy let out a wail—though it was a laughing, exaggerated one rather than any cause for alarm. Quickly, he stumbled forward into one of her long legs before winding clumsily around them. “Okay, so not ghost,” he admitted, chin lifted and eyes twinkling. “You a funny-lookin’ dog, then.” He obviously meant nothing insulting by this, especially after telling her she was pretty, and his smile was innocent.
Tilting his head, he looked back toward the love seat and the gazebo. “Wanna push me onna swing?” he asked casually, before squinting at her. “Why you here, Caspa?” <style> .sunskoll b {letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll t {font-style:italic; letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll p {padding:0px 20px; text-indent:25px;} .sunskoll .ooc { margin:auto; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/91c4s2.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll {width:500px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/28lw1up.jpg); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll .name {font-size:45px; font-family: 'Sancreek', cursive; text-align:center; padding:50px 0px 20px 0px;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 11-30-2011 [html] +3 He is just GORGEOUS. I want to smother him in glomps.
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- Skoll Haskel - 12-04-2011 [html] Skoll Haskel
277<333 Caspa said that she was not completely dog, and Skoll’s eyes widened as he began to entertain stories that she was maybe half a ghost! However, she finished that she was part wolf, and he laughed softly before lifting his chin. “My mom wolf too,” he said, excited to reveal this piece of information—something that the entirety of the Court already knew about the newest litter. He was proud to be half and half, though, seeing the good in both breeds that made up much of the pack. She agreed to push him on the swing with a sigh, and he nodded quickly at her warnings. He turned and leaped onto the love seat, just as clumsily as before, but once there he hunkered down and did his best to be careful so he wouldn’t get flung off. From his new perch, he felt taller and princelier, and he no longer had to crane his neck to get a look at her pretty long face. Skoll giggled at her mention of a party, and he looked around at the dead empty field with amusement. “Maybe next time,” he chirped before sheepishly lowering his ears at her mention of him staying up all night. “I big, I stay up late. Not all night,” he promised hurriedly, in case Caspa had a mind to tell his mother about this. Thoughts of his mother brought thoughts of the legend he was named after, one that he referenced as he added, to demonstrate his knowledge of lore and his body’s needs, “Sun chaser gotta sleep.”
Starry-eyed, the blonde boy nodded again at her last statement. “You better ’n fairies, Caspa.” <style> .sunskoll b {letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll t {font-style:italic; letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll p {padding:0px 20px; text-indent:25px;} .sunskoll .ooc { margin:auto; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/91c4s2.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll {width:500px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/28lw1up.jpg); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll .name {font-size:45px; font-family: 'Sancreek', cursive; text-align:center; padding:50px 0px 20px 0px;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 12-04-2011 [html] 3+
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- Skoll Haskel - 12-04-2011 [html] Skoll Haskel
271~~~ The love seat drew back then swung forward with a quiet creak, rocking gently back and forth. It was a lulling motion, but not one that threatened to put him to sleep. Instead, it brought an odd sense of calm to the rambunctious heart in his pale breast, and it suddenly didn’t matter if there weren’t fairies dancing along the blushing flowers. Instead the blossoms were subdued, desaturated, and for all intents and purposes the little glowing spirits could have simply been asleep. Winter was coming, and the sun had already gone, and Skoll realized that this was a time for quiet more than eager questions. He squeaked when teeth lightly nipped his tail, and craning his neck to look over his shoulder, he listened to the young woman’s statement. He shook his head slightly in disagreement. “Make-believe stories good too,” he asserted quietly. “Not true, but still good. Like playin’ pretend. Jus’ gotta know they make-believe.” Childhood was a time to enjoy things like this, but it could go beyond childhood, too. One could argue that even celebrations and games served some sort of purpose, but he was too young to look into that. Sometimes things were just good, and you didn’t question why, like a collop of something sweetened after one was no longer hungry.
Caspa spoke hypothetically of fairies, and Skoll rolled his tiny shoulders in a shrug. “The ’oomans telled wolf stories. Fairies too maybe.” He suddenly flashed her a grin, displaying a bit of mischief and wit beyond his young age as he quipped to the nonbeliever, “But don’ matter, does it?” <style> .sunskoll b {letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll t {font-style:italic; letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll p {padding:0px 20px; text-indent:25px;} .sunskoll .ooc { margin:auto; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/91c4s2.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll {width:500px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/28lw1up.jpg); background-position:center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll .name {font-size:45px; font-family: 'Sancreek', cursive; text-align:center; padding:50px 0px 20px 0px;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 12-08-2011 [html]
Well she had underestimated him. Here was the tiny Skoll, teaching her quite straight-facedly the lesson she had wanted to ensure he knew. She was impressed by the perceptive pup's words. There was something particularly engaging about the youngster: it wasn't just his fur that shone and stood out. These were the moments she had fought to protect, when a child could grow up free to roam and dream in his own packland without risk from outside. She would have agreed with him about games, too. Although she did not know how to play for her own enjoyment, she knew that going through the motions with others made them happy. And there were other so-called frivolous activities like dancing or music that also served a much deeper purpose. "Maybe not. But sometimes it might..." she mused as he questioned whether it mattered. "Sometimes stories are just stories," she supposed, "But sometimes the stories you tell end up telling you." She couldn't quite find a way to turn that phrase more serviceably, but she was thinking of the religious tales that she'd been told - if they had been different, maybe she would have come to believe in the wrong things altogether. Then there were liars, who told stories as if they were reality and sometimes even believed their own fiction. Even fairy-stories could waste valuable understanding on yearning for a mysterious and magical otherworld, detracting from the real one. Neither of them here was at risk from any of these dangers, though, she suspected. "That's why I think the truth is always best." table image credit to Burksy@flickr [/html]
- Skoll Haskel - 12-12-2011 [html] Skoll Haskel
235I'm running out of ideas for the thread, as completely adorable as it is...Think we should start wrapping up? The still-small boy might not have understood all of the words Caspa used, or the phrasing, but he could still glean a deeper meaning from what she said. His expanding mind was hungry for every word that dropped from her long, narrow jaws, hungry for the knowledge behind her charcoal-rimmed eyes. He was assimilating what new information he learned into his cache of facts and stories, and this lesson about truth and make-believe was something important. Or at least he knew it was important, though he did not yet know how; he was too young to truly grasp how much words and lies could affect others. Skoll nodded at her conclusion, considering it. He personally didn’t mind stories as long as he knew in the future whether they were true or not—though how long he would carry out this revelation was anyone’s guess. At his age, one could have their world view flipped one night then continue being a rowdy, ignorant beast the next.
And at last the lull of the swing was getting to him, and before he could stop it, a massive yawn escaped from his tiny white-splashed mouth. He looked over his shoulder at her, a little sheepish, and mumbled, “Maybe go back now.” His bravado was forsaken for a pathetic, sleepy expression as he looked beseechingly at her, and then he half-jumped, half-tumbled from the love seat into the grass. <style> .sunskoll b {letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll t {font-style:italic; letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll p {padding:0px 20px; text-indent:25px;} .sunskoll .ooc { margin:auto; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/91c4s2.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll {width:500px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia;} .sunskoll .name {font-size:45px; font-family: 'Sancreek', cursive; text-align:center; padding:50px 0px 20px 0px;} </style> [/html] - Caspa Al-Fateh - 12-13-2011 [html] Much as I love him and want this to last forever, it wouldn't really make any sense... so, sure :] can oocly end it with her taking him home if you like?
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- Skoll Haskel - 12-13-2011 [html] Skoll Haskel
208Sounds good. <3 I'll go ahead and ask for this to be archived.Thanks for threading with me! Shaking himself once all four of his paws were underneath him and accounted for, Skoll glanced up at the young woman and wagged his tail wearily. He wasn’t sure if he would make the journey back, but he would try before he relied on his almost scarily slender pack mate carry him. A teensy tiny part of him still believed she had to have some ghost in her to look like she did. He smiled at the thought, sleepily, only a faint upturning of his lips. He nodded distractedly at her question, not really hearing it, already trying to wade through the dead flowers. “I live with Mom and Hati and Lottie and Daddy when Daddy comes home,” he mumbled, as if that would help Caspa figure out the location of his home. He’d likely perk up when they neared it, or perhaps his mother would be out looking for him at that hour.
He bumped against one of her stilt-like legs as he tried to walk then shook his head and pressed onward determinedly. “Lesgo,” he agreed to her offer. Remembering his manners, his tail wiggling over his back in delight, he added fervently, “Thank you fer talkin’ with me, Caspa. Sorry you not find a party.” <style> .sunskoll b {letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll t {font-style:italic; letter-spacing:.05em; text-shadow:#FFFFFF 0px 0px 1px;} .sunskoll p {padding:0px 20px; text-indent:25px;} .sunskoll .ooc { margin:auto; text-align:center; background-image:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/91c4s2.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat;} .sunskoll {width:500px; margin:auto; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia;} .sunskoll .name {font-size:45px; font-family: 'Sancreek', cursive; text-align:center; padding:50px 0px 20px 0px;} </style> [/html] |