And now you're pulling out the best of me - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: And now you're pulling out the best of me (/showthread.php?tid=4306) |
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- Conri Church - 12-20-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 12-20-2008 [html] He'd gotten lost again, at least sort of. Salem had decided rather surreptitiously that he was going to go and find Haven, who had ventured off earlier to explore and had started out without much consideration to the weather, who knew, or who cared. Everyone was busy once again doing their own little things, so that left him to wander aimlessly. Despite the snow that had fallen, the worn in paths made by the rest of the pack were there, so he technically couldn't have gotten too lost in the middle of it, but he did when no distinguishable markers stood out to him. [/html]
So he decided that he'd keep going… until he hit that same patch along the borders. Memories of what had happened the last time he was there surfaced easily, but there were no signs of that fiery-coloured woman that had been so mean towards him. In fact, he didn't really see anyone, though he wasn't exactly taller than the drifts of snow around him. At best, Salem was nothing more than a furry pair of ears at the borders. But sure enough, as he stood there, he heard slow footsteps coming from somewhere around him, and he frantically turned in a circle to figure out from which direction before running out a bit further to see who it was. He totally expected it to be his mother when he peered through the forestry, but it wasn't her figure or tall form that he picked up. It took him a moment to realise that he wasn't running out towards his mother, or his other mother, or someone that he knew in the slightest at all. His mother wasn't a reddish colour, so his brain hit the brakes and the boy slipped to an abrupt stop, tensing with mixed emotions that he had just run out to greet the wrong person. With his eyes locked squarely on the three-legged, awkwardly standing fellow that he had never seen before, he couldn't even stammer out a squeak to him. - Conri Church - 12-20-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 12-20-2008 [html] The man made no snide remarks, said nothing cruel, and didn't make any fast actions that would have spurred Salem into turning around and running away. He wasn't about to let himself get chucked into that lake a second time if he could help it! Eyeing him uneasily as he sat back, the dark-haired D'Angelo traced the outline of his figure, lingering over the missing limb for a moment before shuddering with the chilling wind that came over him. And then he introduced himself—a name that didn't mean anything at all to him but should have—and said that he knew Naniko. [/html]
That didn't make things all peachy, but it did get Salem to take a couple of careful steps towards the larger wolf. His little nose quivered as he tried to smell him from such a distance, trying to determine whether or not what he said was true. But Salem couldn't tell whether or not he was telling the truth, because he was simply too far away and under the impression that like his mothers could smell lies out of his siblings that he could as well. Peering curiously upward, he debated his next course of action. He considered opening his mouth and asking him something, but didn't. He didn't know what to ask him, not really sure what kind of question he was supposed to ask. It didn't help that he was shy, either. - Conri Church - 12-20-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 12-20-2008 [html] Despite his unwillingness to be right up in his face like he imagined his siblings or other children would have been, the red-haired male continued to speak. Salem really hadn't met anyone who had been perturbed by his inability to hold up his end of a conversation, but it wasn't like he couldn't talk. He could… but he just didn't know what to say most of the time. But the man spoke of Soran and some Uncle Khaden he hadn't the faintest clue about, before delving into questions that Salem could answer easily. [/html]
Was Savina nice to him? Well, she had saved him from being an icicle, so he nodded. He liked her well enough. Were Haven and Mati nice to him? He shrugged, but ultimately nodded. They all got along, so he considered that them being nice to him. They all did their own little things and so far, hadn't been on any real big adventures together. In fact, he hadn't really even spent that much time with Mati as he had with Haven. As the cold snow bit the bottoms of his tender feet, he shuffled uncomfortably, and only waited to listen to anything more the man would say to him. - Conri Church - 12-20-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 12-20-2008 Lulu is standing on my arm. D: [html] Salem shook his head at the suggestions, as though to insist that he would be fine. Someone would probably call for him eventually, or find him, something to that sort. But he didn't want to get cuddly and he didn't want Conri to go away either. He wasn't boring and that fact alone intrigued Salem. He said that he was grandma's son, whatever that was, and a blank expression crawled onto his face for a moment, but passed as he spoke about living there. As if to really make sure that he was where he was supposed to be, Salem peered back in the direction he imagined the mansion to be, but couldn't see it for the trees and the hills. [/html]
But when he turned back to look at Conri, his face was filled with concern. Why didn't he live there now? He wanted to ask the question, started to open his mouth, but it only hung open dumbly. He couldn't get the words to come out this time, even though he didn't understand why. Letting his gaze drop sadly, he looked at his cold feet. This was all confusing to him. Conri seemed to know him, know about everything, but Salem didn't quite understand all of it. So he tried to gather his thoughts once again, pondering Conri's connection to everything. - Conri Church - 12-20-2008 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 12-20-2008 [html] So maybe he was bound in with all of this somehow. If he was related to his grandmother, then maybe he was related to his mother. Or himself. Or his siblings. Maybe this was just some random relative that he didn't know anything about. One that that had been sick, or so he gathered as the werewolf spoke onward. So if he wasn't sick any more… maybe he would come back. Come home, if that's what the territory was to him. This was the very look that seemed to creep into Salem's eyes when he drew them back to Conri's face, and he wagged his tail approvingly. Happy, even. He was getting better, which was good! [/html]
Of course, let it be noted that Salem hoped he didn't get sick from anything any time soon, because he wouldn't have wanted to hurt anyone either. Somehow he had established that in the mess of the world around him and not just because Conri was saying it. Others had been sick, or at least sounded that way. Harsh coughs, sneezes; they were thoughts loud and sometimes abrupt and that was enough to spook him. Stumbling a little closer, Salem reached out to paw him with a smile, glancing between where they were and the direction from whence he had come, as though to suggest what he felt. - Conri Church - 01-12-2009 [html]
- Salem D'Angelo - 01-13-2009 [html] A frown came to the forefront of Salem's expressions, not liking both the fact that Conri couldn't come back and the fact that he seemed so sad. Even his eyes seemed a little glossier than they had moments ago, though for whatever reason Salem did not realise. His voice shaky, his actions a little bit watery… Salem hung his head a bit, unsure of how to act or react to such a thing. And that was seemingly the point when he shared a little bit of information that made the boy look at him again and his cant head to the side. His father? He had no idea what a father was, he wasn't so sure he had ever heard the word until then. His life consisted of those in the pack he was familiar with, but his immediate world did not go beyond the two females who cared for him and his littermates. His mothers and his siblings. But all of that fell out of his head the moment when Conri mentioned visiting again. A smile reapplied itself across Salem's dark features and he bobbed his head enthusiastically — he'd like that very much! This Conri guy was interesting and not boring by any notion and despite having a mental note to ask his grandmother about the red-haired man, he already wanted to know more about him and his so-called fatherly connection to the picture. He even considered asking his mother, but grandma popped into his head faster because of her mentioning. |