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- Boomer - 08-31-2008 [html]
- Adelaida Koios - 09-03-2008 [html] Infected. Sick. That’s what she was now. Walking around carrying their illness, the one that made her just as much a monster as they were. The ones who had done this to her were indeed monsters, Adelaida could look at it no other way. She felt violated and dirty, and it was due to the newly introduced virus that was coursing through her veins now. The physical injuries were purely superficial, they did not change her, but the virus did. And she hated herself for it now. How could she not? Adelaida was still unshifted, even if she could do so, she didn’t wish to. She held her injured right front leg up, limping along, trying not to think about what had happened. There were wounds, closing now, along her left side, a gash on her chest, and bruises all over. Although she was barely able to feel any of that, Adelaida had tricked her mind into thinking she could feel the virus spreading throughout her. And it burned. So preoccupied with trying not to think she barely realized how far she had wandered. The two toned female also did not realize how closely she had come into the vicinity of another. Luperci. It was another one of them. Sandy colored creature, sitting crossed legged. Such an unnatural position for a canine. Adelaida swallowed hard, the sick feeling surging up once again. Oh god... Adelaida spoke involuntarily, and realizing how loud she was, she tried to take a few steps backwards and realized she was literally frozen in fear. A deer trapped in headlights. Once again her voice found a will of it’s own. Oh god... - Boomer - 09-07-2008 [html]
- Adelaida Koios - 09-08-2008 [html] His words washed over her with no meaning as she stood before him physically shaking in fear. The voice was kind, but so terrified was Adelaida that the tone did not register and his words sounded merely like a jumbled mess. Although small compared to the wolves and even some of the coyotes that shifted, the male before her seemed large and imposing, even seated. At the mere thought of him standing if felt as if her insides turned to liquid and the uncontrollable urge to vomit presented itself. Still the male did not stand and Adelaida did not vomit, thankfully. The only movement the stranger made, aside from turning to look at her pathetic form, was to raise his hands in a peace greeting, but even that seemed threatening. Once again Adelaida attempted to moved backwards and this time succeeded partially in that she was able to take two steps back before her limbs locked up again. Yet that small movement away from the male helped to break the spell and the sick feeling flooded from her. The two toned female’s shaking died down to a tremble while her body slowly got a hold of itself. The bright sky blue eyes stayed transfixed to the male, waiting for him to make any sort of sudden movement, but it seemed as if he was merely content to stay on the ground. Adelaida was no surprised to find that her voice shook, which only added to the timid quality often present when she spoke. Wh- What are you? Clearly it was he she feared, although just why, Adelaida would have trouble explaining herself. - Anselm de le Poer - 09-08-2008 edit=> note to self: changing linked account name then hitting preview then hitting post later doesn't work. [html]
- Adelaida Koios - 09-12-2008 [html] B-Boomer...? Adelaida let the name fall from her lips as her breathing slowly regulated itself. In her experience those who wish harm upon her being normally did not introduce themselves, and for reasons unknown to her repeating his name had a calming effect. Boomer. The female spoke so softly that she wasn’t even sure if the dingo, for that’s what he said he was, could hear her. She could breath easier now, although she could still feel her heart pounding in her chest, that organ was not as easily convinced or able to calm itself as the lungs were. The terror left her face, her eyes slowly taking in the male for what seemed like the first time to Adelaida. Although she had obviously seen him and he had inspired such a fright in her, she had not really seen him. He did not resemble a coyote at all, but neither did he really resemble a wolf. If she had to choose between the two species she would have group him in the former, even if he told her otherwise. Before now, naive Adelaida, wasn’t even aware of other canines besides the two. Still, a lingering distrust was evident in her voice, as she shakily asked her question, just to make sure. A dingo...? No-Not some kind of c-coyote? It wasn’t dingos that were alarming, for she didn’t even know what those were really, although Boomer claimed he was one, but coyotes. Those filthy, disgusting creatures. The pounding of her heart quieted, and the blood that seemed to be beating in her ears stilled as well as she took in the male. He still hadn’t risen, but never the less he was a luperci, and how could she trust any of that kind? Although, Adelaida hated to think it, she was one of that kind... now. That knowledge prevent her from telling him truthfully. He was alarming to her, although he would probably never guess the reason, for it was a silly reason to most others. Instead she bowed her head sheepishly, her voice as soft and timid as ever. I’m Adelaida... - Boomer - 09-22-2008 [html]
- Adelaida Koios - 09-28-2008 [html] That’s a pretty name. Her attention was diverted. In any normal state, she would not be so easily contented, but living with constant fear and paranoia for the last few months had been exhausting, and her most recent run in with coyotes, shifters at that, had drained her more than she had realized. Boomer was not a coyote, and although he was a shifter he did not seem inclined to hurt her, and really none of the wolf shifters had seemed inclined to hurt her. Logically, Adelaida knew that the malice they felt for her was all in her head, because certainly now that she had the virus Ade didn’t feel any different than she had being a non-shifter wolf (except for the consistent idea that she was now tainted, dirty in a way). Keeping up with her biases and prejudice was exhausting, and so Adelaida let herself be lulled by the male’s kind words and voice, and slowly she lowered herself to the ground, no longer intent on escaping. This action seemed to signal that he could move now, at least if he did so slow. She saw him shifting uncomfortable and despite the fact he was a shifter, she felt a pang of guilt. Her fears were shaping his actions and responses, yet he was being so patient with her. Adelaida let out a long sigh, and her eyes lost that crazed look, she found her voice and held it steady for the first time since meeting this canine. I’m sorry. I don’t know... why I am scared of you. Of shifters. And she didn’t really, except that the unknown was scary, and the shifters had been part of the unknown. Now however, she was one, and how could she herself be part of the unknown. And thank you... although I have never heard of that city before. Adelaida laid her head on her paws, keeping her eyes on Boomer. Although she had given in and her panic was eradicated, she didn’t quite want to let her guard down, she would watch him for any sudden movement, although her expression was gentle now, more accepting. Were there many travelers from overseas? Adelaida found this an odd question. Perhaps there were and she hadn’t notice, because to her, all the wolves that had come over the mountain because of the fire were travelers to her. The only native wolves she knew of was herself and her sister, though there had to be others she didn’t know. I don’t know. Adelaida was honest at least. She had never taken the time to get to know anyone, except Umbra, and he certainly was not from overseas. As if it just occurred to her, Adelaida perked up, almost interested in the origins of the stranger. You came here in a boat? |