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- Alexey Koios - 01-27-2009 [html]
[/html] - Salem D'Angelo - 02-03-2009 I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY THIS IS SO SODDING LONG... but oh well! ; [html] At nearly five months of age, Salem had grown quite a bit. In another month, the one that would herald his first spring, he'd be half-grown. He'd be halfway to an adult. And though he was somewhat reclusive and quiet, he was sharp. The snow did not inhibit his motion as it had weeks ago, although at times a good drift was enough to sink him up to his neck. Despite a lack of opposable thumbs, he had started to grasp the words out of the stories that Geneva had once read to him, though they were far and few in between. And small. Ball, bird, fish, sea, hook; the list went on. So it only seemed logical that he would be the last one to stray from his home, to explore and drink in the sights that surrounded the beautiful mansion and the creatures that lived in Crimson Dreams. He thought himself so much of a “big boy” that he didn't bother telling anyone where he was going. He just went. He'd make sure to come back before anyone worried and he was sure that he would stay out of trouble. [/html]
So it was to Shiloh Hills he had gone, no sign of his departure from Crimson Dreams other than foot holes in the snow made by his inky, white-toed feet. There had been a moment of panic that overwhelmed him as he crossed over the borders that had made him stop and look back; his heart hitched in his throat and his chest went tight at the thought that he was doing something he had never done before. He had second thoughts four wide steps into the unknown—should he have told someone? Should he have taken someone with him? Should he have been doing this?—but the fear melted away on his face; he scolded himself mentally. He could hear his own voice in his head, chiding him for being so foolish. Haven went places without fear, didn't he? Mati and Brooklyn probably did too. They all went places and didn't panic like this. So minutes later, he was well into the thick of the hills that nestled themselves right up against the home he was so familiar with. Everything opened up to him and the world seemed brighter in that notion. The red birds (Cardinals, he'd come to learn were their names later) fluttered about, the trees were varied and snow-covered, gangly and grim with their skeleton-fingers. There were not as many well-defined paths out there in the Hills either, but this did not deter him. He simply made his own paths, he went where he wanted to go! Puffing out his chest, Salem was so caught up in being something he was months away from that he didn't even notice there was someone else there. He couldn't have totally spotted the honey-coloured fur against the mixture of brown-bark and birch trees, so when he did, he stopped immediately. Panic flooded his expression. Which was far too late — she had to have heard him coming by now. - Alexey Koios - 02-04-2009 [html]
[/html] - Salem D'Angelo - 02-06-2009 Ugh, tell me about it. My chest burns with fire every time I cough. ._. [html] Of course, that panic went into a temporary overdrive the moment he went from looking at the shape of her body—a curvature not unlike his mother's, so she was definitely female—up towards her face, where his gold-green eyes met her warm amber. Salem let out a shaky but silent breath into the cold air, not quite catching the way that put a scant film over things as it rose and faded away. But the look on the unfamiliar woman's face was not a mean one and when her posture dropped to something welcoming and apologetic, he felt at more ease by the time she had asked him for his name. [/html]
“Hi,” he returned lamely for starters, smiling tight-lipped but with a wave in his tail. “I'm S-Salem, it's nice to meet you,” was his stammered out answer, clearly proving just how awkward he was around new faces, but at least he wasn't manner-less. Salem wasn't even necessarily as shy as he was young and afraid of getting caught somewhere that he probably shouldn't have been. A certain air about her persisted to itch his nose out of memory, though he couldn't place what it was that was familiar about her. It had been some time, long enough to become a distant memory as far as a child was concerned, that he had encountered someone from her pack. But as long as she didn't call him polly-wog, he wouldn't turn tail. - Alexey Koios - 02-10-2009 [html]
[/html] - Salem D'Angelo - 02-12-2009 [html] She was very nice, that's what he thought. And pretty, for that matter, though he probably would have never said such a thing aloud. He wouldn't admit that he thought his sisters were pretty or that his brother was handsome, but they were. They were in the prime of their childhood, growing into the lanky teenagers that would soon enough grasp shifting and seize evolution between their hands. Even though he was quite unaware of what the future would ultimately hold for him, Salem was very much comfortable in his own skin and where he was. He was established and safe… only right now he was out in the wilderness. [/html]
“They're at home,” he told her, finding the question a little suspicious. “Do you know them?” Another possibility, given just how social everyone was. His mother and his other mother knew wolves from all sorts of packs, this he knew. Other wolves from other packs came to visit them sometimes; this he had smelled out at the borders on many shadowing occasions. What did confuse him a bit was the singularity in the word “momma,” but that was only because he had two. The fact that not everyone was as lucky to have two didn't even cross his mind. Having a father, though he knew he did, didn't mean anything to him either because he barely knew him. - Alexey Koios - 02-16-2009 [html]
[/html] - Salem D'Angelo - 03-07-2009 [html] “Yes,” came his terse response, a bit put off at the expression that had come across her like a cloud covered the sun. But then it had morphed and changed again, adopting the neutrality of happiness once more. Were it possible, his cheeks would have glowed a fiery red, but the best he could manage was to feel a little hot in the face. Handsome? Surely not, he was so unusual compared to his mothers. And his father, though he did not understand the connotation. He had no idea of his heritage. Haven was probably the better looking of the four of them, given how uniquely he was patched together. He even had his mother's eyes, where Salem had a shade of green all to his own. [/html]
“Thank you. You're very pretty too,” seemed like the right thing to say. She had complimented him, so didn't that dictate that he comment back on how nice she was? Oh, and that was right: “You're also very nice.” His tail spurred up a warm and light wag, never branching out from brushing the back of his legs. Maybe his parents were lucky to have him, he could not say, though he was lucky to have them as his parents. They had nurtured him this far, needless to say. But he was so oblivious and naïve that one day it would probably come back to haunt him and hurt him. - Alexey Koios - 03-11-2009 [html]
[/html] - Salem D'Angelo - 03-11-2009 Weird post is weirdest. [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rp/t37.png); background-position: bottom center; background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____A sense of unease crept into his nerves with her question. There was something about that niceness that up until that point had been perfectly natural, but now he had reason to doubt it. He had never heard of anyone having three mothers, so to be asked it and asked by someone that he had just met cast doubt over him. “Three?” he queried uncertainly, wondering if she would elaborate. While he was oblivious to her intentions, he was not as naïve as he had been some months ago. If anything could have been said about the D'Angelo's other than their blatant dysfunction, it was that they were smart. But his smartness was not all well versed just yet; Salem really didn't know how to feel about the subject at hand. _____How many mothers did someone have, anyway? _____“How do you get a third?” Innocent as ever, he did not mask his curiosity regarding the topic. But it did spur a momentary thought in his mind that maybe everyone had two or three mothers. Savina had been something of a mothering figure to him, albeit briefly, but she certainly was good at the whole comforting thing as he had discovered. She looked after him like she had looked after the whole pack. Her apperance was even similar… but no, he shook the thought away. Anu and Naniko were always there, he remembered them in the briefest of memories that would fade in time. - Alexey Koios - 03-13-2009 [html]
[/html] - Salem D'Angelo - 03-17-2009 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rp/t37.png); background-position: bottom center; background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____Alexey had pretty much just gone from being “that nice lady from somewhere I don't know,” to “that nice but weird, possibly insane lady from somewhere I don't know.” He didn't quite grasp why she would asked him one thing without knowing the answer, though he was able to surmised that maybe she wanted another mother of her own. Or a pair. Perhaps a set? How many were in a set, anyway? But what she stated made his brow furrow with thought, not sure whether to believe her or not. Only one of them was his “real” mother? He blinked, and then he frowned. _____“I don't have a daddy,” he told her, not convinced with what she was saying. So far she had just started to not make much more sense than she had been making. Salem didn't even know what to tell her, let alone believe her. “M’not little, either,” he added on in a moment of bravery, having never been referred to as being little in his life that he could remember. But the bravery was also subjective in manner; he took an uneasy step backwards. Were all of the wolves associated with such a brackish scent weird like this? Though he had to give her something — she was still being nice about things, not nasty in the slightest. - Alexey Koios - 03-19-2009 [html]
[/html] - Salem D'Angelo - 03-28-2009 Sorry this is crappy. x_x [html] It probably should have been one of the most earth shattering, devasting bomb drops to him ever, but Salem was fortunately unphased by her statement. Just one mother and one father? Blasphemy. “I don't have a daddy,” he pointed out, as if it would make up for the fact that he had two mothers instead of whatever she had. Then again, it was also a moment of sheer dimwittedness too; he didnt know that a daddy was a father either. Conri had called himself a father, not a daddy. Turning an ear back sceptically, Salem mulled over what to say next briefly. “Why don't you have more than one?” Just because things were that way from wherever she came didn't mean that she couldn't have been the exception to the rule, right? [/html]
- Alexey Koios - 04-03-2009 [html]
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