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- Geneva Stockholm - 01-17-2009 edit: $)$*^)$(^*$ this is supposed to be a LANNEN post. Lannen had no idea where the sun had gone, but he wanted to chase her. And he had. For months, he had chased the sun across the sky. He could never catch up with her, but she always seemed to find him. He'd seen her peeking from behind the clouds before being obscured again. Lannen loved the sun, probably because she always played hard to get. He'd always been one for the thrill of the chase. But now, he was grounded, rooted to this tribe called AniWaya. And this had been what he wanted. Hadn't it? He thought of the days he'd spent chasing the sun across changing terrain, the way the journey had weighed on his bones. It seemed that his love affair with the sun was over, but she'd always know to find him. Here. His eyes swept over the snowy, quiet borders. He could learn to love it here. - Pilot Haddon - 01-20-2009 Thanks for putting this up![html] [/html] - Lannen Haddix - 01-24-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Lannen's wooden brown eyes shifted across the snowy scenery. It was quiet, which was not all together unpleasant. It was familiar to him, to have his thoughts echoed and amplified against the wind. But now he found himself stupidly longing for companionship. That was why he had stopped his journey. It certainly wasn't because he his legs were broken. He could put one foot in front of the other with the best of them, but he was a social creature. And for so long he had been ignoring one of his most basic needs. Lannen didn't like to admit it, but he needed the company of others. The appearance of a white wolf parted his thoughts. The male cocked his head to the side, curious at the approach of the other. There had been so few times in the recent past that another would just approach him with such ease. Not even in his old home, but he pushed those thoughts away. For now, things were fresh and new. He peered at the male approaching him - maybe not that fresh and new. The male looked awfully familiar. "Hey," Lannen said in way of greeting. His voice held a thread of question, frayed at the ends. Did he know this wolf? He felt like he did, or like he had, long ago. - Pilot Haddon - 02-06-2009 [html] [/html] - Geneva Stockholm - 02-24-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I suck! "Ya know, I was going to ask you the same question," Lannen said, perplexed. There definitely was an air of de ja vu around this meeting. It was giving him the creeps. Why did this male seem so familiar? "My name is Lannen Haddix." He looked at Pilot, trying to figure out what it was that was setting off all of these warning bells and signals. Usually, when his gut twisted this way, it was because he felt there was a threat nearby. But this wolf inspired the opposite - instead he felt like he had a little piece of home. "Pilot, huh? That's my brother's name," he said. He had never heard of another with that name before. Maybe the was what was giving him the creeps. His brother was long dead by now. Three years dead, in fact. Deader than dead. But why did he feel like, looking into this wolf's face, he was looking into a mirror? He could swear he saw a family resemblance somewhere in his face. In the curve of the brow, in the color of his eyes. "You know, you look a lot like my sister," Lannen said uncomfortably. - Pilot Haddon - 02-25-2009 Wheee~! No worries. :][html] [/html] - Geneva Stockholm - 02-26-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Hmmm, things kept getting stranger and stranger. "Yeah, quite unusual." Talking to this guy was like making a pit stop at bizzaro world. He couldn't shake the feeling of almost familiarity. It wasn't that he didn't like the guy - he seemed genuinely nice. But he didn't like the unknown factor that made this encounter strange. Lannen shook his head. "My sister is - was - about three hundred miles from here. She's passed on." He smiled, thinking of her. "Her pups are still running around in Maine, I bet, though." Her pups, along with the rest of the large family he had left behind. - Pilot Haddon - 04-06-2009 Wow, I suck. A lot. Sorry, I sort of forgot about this. :3[html] [/html] |