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- Geneva Stockholm - 12-21-2008 [html]
- Cicatrice - 12-21-2008 Snow had the interesting effect of dulling noise so that it seemed that one was the only living creature, save for the errant raven that crowed the harsh cry of winter. For Cicatrice, this was little different from her normal life, being alone most of the time anyway. For a social creature to be as alone as she is a sorry thing, though the scarred female had never really thought she was capable of having a life in a pack, not after her childhood. There was still the longing though, for kith and kin, for the huntsong on cold nights, for the ease of traveling in the pawprints of her packmates, instead of forging ahead alone. She'd been aware of the packs of 'Souls for some time now, as little escaped the big she wolf's notice. Inhaling a breath of the sweet cold, she caught the scent of another female, thank Fenrir, it was a wolf, and not a hybrid, or worse, a bloody coyote. Picking up her swift pace, Cicatrice sought out the she wolf, and upon finding her, stopped and observed as she was oft to do. Frivolity was certainly not one of her own traits, though it did seem to be one of this female's. Tilting her grizzled head to one side, she sat on a small rise, studying the gray and white she wolf. "What... in the world are you doing?" Cicatrice asked, her voice surprisingly soft for one with as many scars as she had, still the tone held in it a hint of authority and poise that had come through when Cicatrice had learned to fight for herself all those months ago. Rising, the tall she padded over to the other female, silvery blue eyes keen with interest and the faintest hint of amusement. - Geneva Stockholm - 12-21-2008 [html]
- Cicatrice - 12-21-2008 As the female replied, Cicatrice initially thought of a rather smart assed answer, but this one didn't seem to be the type that would set with very well. Silvery eyes met and flicked over the lime green of the other female. Flicking her dark ears to and fro, she considered the female's question, as she always considered inquiries about herself. Thinking, she ran her pink tongue around her teeth, "Mmm... I'm a wanderer of sorts, I was stolen from my birth pack when coyotes raided and killed most of my littermates. I spent a year with them, and then escaped. Been by myself ever since," That was, of course, an abridged version. "And yours?" she asked. - Geneva Stockholm - 12-25-2008 [html]
- Cicatrice - 01-22-2009 Cicatrice knew little of the packs, though she had noticed through her wanderings in 'Souls that the packs tended to have different names for ranks within their number. As a result, the female's response told her relatively little, though at the hint of pride in the green eyed she's voice, Cicatrice could safely assume that it was not a low rank this one held. "Chief Seargent... I'm assuming this is a good rank? I know little detail about the packs in these parts." She scratched an ear thoughtfully when her companion continued. Frowning in consideration, Cicatrice wondered if it was worse to have had everything, a mate and pups, and to have lost them, than to have nothing to lose at all, as was her current position. "I am sorry to hear that," She murmured softly, not wanting to directly ask about the loss. - Geneva Stockholm - 01-23-2009 [html] Stockholm looked gravely at the scarred female. Perhaps she had misjudged her. Now, her bravado was gone. It wasn't like to her act on something like that anyway. She hardly had any pride, except in her home. And it seemed that Cicatrice didn't even have that. She didn't feel pity for the wolfess. But she felt a sort of resonance with the way she had felt before coming to Crimson Dreams. "It happens." |