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- Vesper - 12-19-2011 [html] Not sure where the length came from; you don't need to match! +529 It had been a very long time since Vesper had traveled his far south, passing through her usual favored haunts and skirting the borders of an interesting smelling pack she could have sworn hadn’t been there when she was a loner. She galloped on past the city skyline and cut through the coast into the forest—the forest where she and her dear friend had played what seemed like long ages ago. It hadn’t changed much, despite the absence of the laughing females, but even so the air seemed colder and her heart ached fiercely. Blind’s voice rang fresh in her ears, of her giggling and the distinct little excited chirp of her voice. Her scent also seemed fresh, and for a second Vesper froze in her tracks, sniffing the air frantically. It was only a memory, though, and she resisted the urge to attack the nearest tree as she realized her error. She didn’t think it would be possible to miss someone so fiercely after seeing them only a few times, but she hadn’t allowed herself to get so close to someone for fear of this: of the empty place in her heart, the keen desire to see them again, the dread that something terrible had happened. It was perhaps why she hadn’t gotten close to anyone in Inferni, as X’yrin had cautioned her about. Despite the insistence from her Shepard that she would never walk alone in the world, the dappled hybrid certainly felt alone now. There was only one wolf she could think about since waking that prior morning from a sweet dream. It had distracted her from her duties throughout that day, and so she had eventually come to know what she had to do. She had to know for certain if Blind was truly gone, or if something was keeping her within her pack territory. Vesper had spent too many hours waiting around the hilltop they had embraced on, and some sick serpent writhing in the pit of her stomach led her to believe it was more than a coincidence or simple circumstance that the other hadn’t showed up. She had to know. The coywolf had to stop to catch her breath when she finally reached the northernmost border of Crimson Dreams, in a space where the forest ended and the rolling hills began. She had traveled almost nonstop since her earlier break at nightfall three quarters of the way there. She almost dragged herself toward the borders as exhaustion threatened to creep up on her again, but for once she didn’t absolutely correct her posture. To appear fit and wild would cause whoever appeared to distrust her immediately—if being a coyote from Inferni did not already set them on edge. Instead, her patchwork features were weary and nonthreatening, and she followed the proper etiquette as she finally came to stand just outside the scent marks that did not carry a trace of her friend’s odor.
The howl that the hybrid let out was a distinct one, a yapping coyote cry edged with the long and sorrowful note of a lone wolf, though she had ceased to be one for many moons now. .vesbluecrack b {font-weight:bold; color:#485066; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#f0f2f6 0px 0px 1px;} .vesbluecrack p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .vesbluecrack .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .vesbluecrack {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#afbcd1; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2w3ddac.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0f2f6; padding: 370px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#544e50; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Anu - 12-20-2011 [html] lovely post ^^ [/html] - Vesper - 01-02-2012 [html] SSWM 363 It was not long before the smell of a wolf reached the small hybrid, and Vesper swung around to see a thin old timber female walking toward her. Despite the other’s age, however, there was only a maternal quality about her; she did not seem frail but wild and wise. Her blue eyes settled on the pale creature’s pale ones, and noting the other’s dominant posture, she went through the motions quietly: lowering her ears and tail and dipping her head in a gesture of respect. The respect was not just a show to not be chased from the borders, however; it was not often she saw someone aged like this that also seemed to carry a trace of the strength from their prime. The Crimson Dreamer addressed her, and Vesper had to fight to blurt out the name of her beloved friend. She was not a girl anymore; she had ceased to be a girl for a very long time despite her apparent youth. Ears flattening tightly against her angular skull, she ventured to take a different direction. “For anyone who could give me some news,” the tawny coyote murmured, “about a she-wolf named Blind.” She took an uneasy seat outside of the scent markings, turning her head toward the deep forest, which would likely be covered in snow by now. She didn’t want to betray her feelings, but hiding behind a cold mask as usual wouldn’t likely help her get any answers. Letting her concern leak into her expression, she looked back at the silvery-grey wolf. “She’s a dark-colored luperci—well, just-turned luperci—and has mismatched eyes you could never forget. She was a member of Crimson Dreams—or is—or—I just want to know if she’s still here or if she’s gone away somewhere.”
Her control faltered, and Vesper sighed. She would have to accept the answer even if it was an unfavorable one, but she simply needed to know. It wouldn’t be hard to recover from an already once-broken heart; she had changed since the first time and would be able to cope. But this wishy-washy state of confusion and damaged hope would be the end of her. .vesbluecrack b {font-weight:bold; color:#485066; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#f0f2f6 0px 0px 1px;} .vesbluecrack p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .vesbluecrack .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .vesbluecrack {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#afbcd1; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2w3ddac.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0f2f6; padding: 370px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#544e50; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Anu - 01-04-2012 [html] [/html] - Vesper - 01-21-2012 [html] SSWM 508 A sigh escaped those silvered jaws, and with that exhale Vesper could feel all of her own hope leaving her small and ragged body. She resigned herself to the news even before the timber woman explained that the girl had gone away. Focusing on the fact that the dark she-wolf had not been stolen away or killed was some source of happiness, but rather than feel anything—disappointment, hope, frustration—she let the emotions melt away and the ice freeze back in its layer over her heart. By no means was she one of those stone-hearted canines who hardened themselves against anything and everything, but she fell more to that side when the coin was dropped. Times like these required her to repair a bit of her shell. “That’s too bad,” the tawny coywolf said simply, nodding her head at acceptance of what the Dreamer had told her, betraying none of the worried and invested emotion from before. Thoughts continued to whirl in her head, and she patiently chased them down and killed them before they could escape into action—action to go chase after Blind, wasting time she didn’t have, or to lash out at something else due to her anger. The older wolf’s added statement made Ves frown thoughtfully. “It must tax the pack to have fickle wanderers… I’ve heard of others who came and went from Inferni on a whim. I suppose I of all canines should understand; I know how hard it is to adjust to a group.” More words than she intended escaped from her narrow jaws, but none of the information was revealing. Every group had the issue of balancing their membership and territory and holding firm onto strength in numbers, and Vesper was somewhat surprised that she hadn’t fled from the clan after her confusing days of adjustment. Perhaps it was because she did not waste potential, even if something was thrust upon her. Standing outside the borders to a foreign pack, conversing with one of their high-ranked members, something else occurred to Vesper then. It was almost absurd, and the smallest of bitter smirks flashed across her lips before she could recapture the emotion and bundle it safely away. She became unaware of the grey she-wolf, instead turning her head slightly aside and glancing into the forest from whence she came, the forest where she’d played with her friend. Blind was probably fickle in more ways than one. All that heated closeness was a joke—an experiment. She felt physically safe with the coywolf, and when nothing worked out, she ran away from home. Vesper had met a few girls like that before—gorgeous and giggling and ready to flirt and touch a little, but ultimately deciding that they wouldn’t contemplate switching teams or even balancing between the two sides.
A sardonic chuckle dying before it had even completely left her lips, Vesper turned her pale gaze back to the wolf and bowed her head again. “Thank you for clearing that up for me,” she said, and turned to go. .vesbluecrack b {font-weight:bold; color:#485066; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#f0f2f6 0px 0px 1px;} .vesbluecrack p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .vesbluecrack .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .vesbluecrack {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#afbcd1; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2w3ddac.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0f2f6; padding: 370px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#544e50; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Anu - 01-26-2012 [html] sorry this is short [/html] - Vesper - 01-29-2012 [html] SSWM 266 Even as the patchwork coywolf turned to leave, the old timber spoke to her in that same voice that implied so much maternal experience and wisdom. It was funny to harbor such an impression of a foreign pack official she’d only met this once, but Vesper did not dwell on it. Her pale blue eyes sought out the similarly hued ones of the grey female, and she nodded lightly as she realized the logic behind giving her name. Part of her had already blocked out all possibility of Blind ever returning to Nova Scotia, but hope, no matter how brutally beaten back, would always linger in that lost corner of foolish emotions. “My name is Vesper,” the pale tawny ’yote said, and she paused at the second question. It was one she was not as obligated to answer, but she had always been candid. Pointless secrecy was for cowards, and a coward she was not.
“We were—I think good friends. We had something, even if we’ve only shared a matter of hours together. I saved her life and still hoped to protect her…” The truth came all too quickly once the barrier was down, and she had to struggle to build the dam to her words once more. She felt foolish admitting even this much to the still-lovely silvery elder, let alone nearly telling her of the deeper affections she suspected she held. But those emotions were baseless. Shaking her head once, she glanced at the older woman again and confessed, “I care a lot about her. I guess that’s all I can really say.” .vesbluecrack b {font-weight:bold; color:#485066; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#f0f2f6 0px 0px 1px;} .vesbluecrack p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .vesbluecrack .ooc {font-size:10px; font-style:italic;} .vesbluecrack {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#afbcd1; background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2w3ddac.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0f2f6; padding: 370px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#544e50; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Anu - 02-14-2012 [html] [/html] |