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- Madison - 01-15-2009 [html] It had taken some time to get the fire started. Not only did she have to locate dry kindling in the dark, she had to light it the hard way after losing the last book of matches last week. That had caused some major irritation on her part, sending her black wolven form snarling over retraced and retraced steps searching for the colorful matchbook. After a while, she'd given up on them just like she had on those Vegas imbeciles whom the matches had come from. She didn't need to able to read the name of the Las Vegas hotel scrawled on the front to be reminded, the matchbook had carried the stench of the place. Them, and the things that brought back their memory, she was happy to be rid of--those who'd called her Madison Square for the stupidest of reasons. The optime coaxed the flames to life, then turned to the large parcel she'd carried all this way. With loving hands, she removed the hide that was twined round it to keep out the wet and snow to reveal a Spanish guitar. She settled against the tree with it allowing the heat to warm the strings--that never should be played at such temperatures, she'd learned--as well as her bones. She wrapped the hide covering about her shoulders like a blanket. Damn, was it cold here. The desert had been cold at night, but this... This was brutal. Madison knew she'd been foolish to come this far north in the dead of winter knowing her Mexican coat wouldn't be enough. She cradled the guitar and strummed the first few bars of some old song. The Feh'yuri women were the ones she missed. They had been desert flowers, an oasis. They came to mind whenever she played. Without so much as a goodbye, she'd left them. That was why the three-year-old had come north--she deserved the suffering. During her travels in this land, Maddie hadn't missed the scent of wolves inhabiting the area. She hadn't had much luck with packs so far in the months between Vegas and Halifax, but she was largely indifferent. Let 'em come. Slumping under the beat up straw hat, a tune passed her lips to accompany the guitar's twang. "Ah know what Ah am..." Dadada da duh! "Solitary man..." - Ember Phoenix - 01-15-2009 [html]
- Madison - 01-24-2009 [html] The guitar's warm, metallic voice carried on into the darkness even though Maddie didn't sing aloud anymore. The words floated on internally instead--one might never know it was a sad song just hearing the upbeat tempo of the guitar riff as it was played now. Her fingers played almost automatically, having memorized their role in the music, and so the amber eyes were allowed to go out of focus. The flickering light of the fire came through the holes in the straw cowboy hat, like the fires of the desert. The obsidian woman shivered further into the blanket. She was there a long while, playing and feeling sorry for herself. The world ceased to exist around her for that time, until the breeze turned to blow the smoke in another direction. That was when her sense of smell was unclouded for the briefest of moments, just enough to catch a whiff of somebody else. A charcoal nose twitched on the end of her muzzle in an attempt to identify the location of the "somebody" before everything was clogged in campfire again. Unsuccessful, she grumbled to herself, "Dud'n matter a dern thang." It wasn't like she was going to be finding friends out here. She wanted to be... deserved to be left alone. But her body had tensed, ready for confrontation with someone who might throw her off their lawn or act like some other varmint. If they wanted to fight her, she give 'em a hard time--Madison was larger and a little more rugged than most females. Even though the Feh'yuri Tribe had been primarily Mexican-mixes, she'd been the only dark one. The European Luperci of Vegas learned quickly not to pick fights with The Black One or while she was around. She didn't always win, but she fought dirty. So, instead, they had contented themselves with behind-the-back jibes about her preoccupation with those square things--small ones going inside something and large black circles coming out of the big ones--that she manipulated into making music. Madison Square. Let 'em come, she thought bitterly. - Catherine - 01-25-2009 [html] http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr87 ... rsouls.jpg); background-attach:top center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color:#eee;">
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Do you care if I pop in? Sorry if I'm posting before Ember^^' Catherine didn't really cared about where she was going and if she was in or out the fences of AniWaya. She even worried about any intruders inside the boundaries. leland was a scout too, and he could handle those. She had tried to make Seymour, her peregrine falcon stay in the tribe, but he wouldn't. He was too attached to her. She was his only "mother". At least, he was having some time hunting something nearby. The cold wasn't problem to her, since her Artic fur was thick and long enough to her. She didn't feel much the cold, actually. A distant harsh called her attention. It was Seymour, but it was too far away, so she had sometime yet to setlte herself somewhere. Looking around, she found a tall pinetree. It remembered pretty much the one she was sleeping lately at AniWaya. A grin flashed on her face and she darted toward it, jumping branch to branch until she found the perfect one. Thick, long and big. She pulled herself up to it and lyed on it, sighing heavily. She had already getting sleepy, a smell of burn filled her nose. Looking around, she saw a bright spot trembling. Fire. Sniffing the air again, she smelled with the smoke smell the scent of a werewolf. It was an stranger for her. It didn't have the smell of any pack she knew, so it was probably a loner... A bigger smile took on her face and she went down, going to it silently. As she got nearer, the smell got stronger and she could see it now. It was a female, and it was pretty big. All of a sudden, the wind blowed from behind of her and she darted up the first tree she saw. She just hoped to the female not to smell her. From the high, big branch she sat on, she could see it was playing an instrument. From what she knew it was a guitar. The music was so good to hear... she kept silent and still, no wanting to disturb the music and its player. - Ember Phoenix - 01-26-2009 [html]
- Madison - 01-26-2009 [html] Though her ears strained, Madison couldn't hear the progression of the other dark female over the music, and neither did she suspect any movement in the trees. She couldn't stop playing because she might give away the surprise--that she knew they would surprise her. There was a long moment or two where the obsidian optime was rigid, poised for battle, and the only movements were the nimble fingers and the flickering of firelight. Another light breeze rustled the fabric of her open plaid shirt and the stray black hair that hung over her eyes. Where are ya, varmint? And finally another dark Luperci stepped from the shadows, hands signaling surrender, and instantly the music ceased. The country girl relaxed, but was still silent a moment more, considering. The fact was that besides the gringos from Vegas, she'd never run into another black wolf in her few months of travel. Beneath the straw hat, amber eyes narrowed. Did Maddie trust this one because she was like herself or distrust her because she resembled the Europeans? "Ain't scareda yew, darlin'," she drawled gruffly, "Sit." The issue of trust still hadn't been decided, but the green-eyed gal was nuthin' but a young'un. If she was dumb enough to pick a fight with a bigger, older, more experienced woman, she had another thing coming. Madison could put down this slip of a youngster, no problem, if it came to that. "Whatchyew doin' out here all bah yerself, kid? Ain't yer momma gonna be lookin' fer ya?" For this little 'un didn't look old enough to be taking care of herself just yet--at least not by Feh'yuri standards. Of course, those tribal ladies had been very protective mothers to their daughters, and such was the only experience with parents Madison had ever had. Back in the desert, the little girls were never allowed to roam far, which in turn fostered an entire clan of rebellious women. Madison snorted at the memory. - Catherine - 01-28-2009 [html] http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr87 ... rsouls.jpg); background-attach:top center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color:#eee;">
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Thanks^^! Oh, Catherine's wearing a pair of jeans and a leather glove, in two-legged position, okay?. Still and silent, Catherine hold tightly at the branch, hoping the music to never stop. When it stopped, she looked down, alarmed. Why did it stopped? She gasped seeing the reason. Another female wolf, her hands up. The gray female flinched, reconizing who the new black female. She made a face with the impact. She didn't broke anything, but it hurted anyway. - Ember Phoenix - 01-29-2009 [html]
- Catherine - 02-06-2009 [html]
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