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- Heath morte dre Soul - 02-26-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... /heath.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Gael. … he’s a dork!
The tawny male seemed to have been walking forever, and having only met one other wolf his was becoming discouraged. It was an easy thing, and even made him stop in his tracks and retake the steps he had just left. No nothing, his head shook with frustration. They bubbled in his chest and threatened to cause an explosion, the young boy found it hard to think and his head clouded. Sitting in the dirt he looked though the thin tree line, eyes burning a hole in the landscape. To often he felt the control slip through his fingers, making it hard to hold onto a single string of thoughts.
Finding the mind to get back to his paws, the ragged lean beast looked for something to take his anger out on. A few steps brought him to a large stick. Leading with the soot hued foot, Heath pawed it, noticing that it was old and brittle. Thin jaws took it in his mouth, and with a long winding swing he hit it against the nearest tree. Releasing it at the last moment he watched as it fit the large trunk, snapping it in half with a satisfying crack. - Gaël morte dre Soul - 02-28-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> thanks for starting. <3
- Heath morte dre Soul - 02-28-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... /heath.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> oh, np!
The sound rang in his chest, bringing a smile to his face. The pieced splintered off, falling to the ground just before he red to pick the largest up back into his mouth. Something stopped him, a voice that he would always recognize. Turning, gold eyes looked to find the face he had just been envisioning. He couldn’t help the smile that crept to his face, Vous êtes toujours le seul l'un qui n'il pense pas isnt’t important. he jested as he approached his lost brother. Together again, Heath felt the calm wash over him. All frustration that had been bottled up left as his attention turned to their sister.
No j'ai été partout dans ce territoire, et ne peut pas la trouver. He was worried for her, but not enough to show it. The small wolf watched his brother as he questioned him.
Yous trouvez n'importe quoi? - Gaël morte dre Soul - 03-03-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
He chuckled slightly at his brother's words; Heath was one of few that could bring a chuckle to the habitually stern wolf that was Gaël. The teal-eyed boy had a shallow sense of humor, perhaps, but it wasn't like Gaël to crack jokes or laugh at a passing whim. He was just down-to-earth, that was all. Heath wasn't quite his opposite--actually, they balanced each other out rather well, while they two boys had had their conflicts and disagreements plenty, but it was expected out of siblings. Miriette, as the middle child, had both served as a sometimes mediator and as the sister that was simply told to "stay out of it" when it came to their arguments... mostly because the two brothers hated to get her upset somehow. Heath found it a challenge when arguing with Gaël, while the eldest brother found it rather tiring and a waste of time. In his own opinion, he was usually right. He used his nonchalant replies in arguing to get Heath all worked up, while Heath could simply be annoying and pushy to test his brother's patience. They could argue all they wanted, but Heath and Miriette were still the only two that had ever really been able to enjoy Gaël in a sociable, good mood.
- Heath morte dre Soul - 03-07-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... /heath.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> sorry for the delay! ... and i prolly use the worst translator EVER
Even though they fought it was his brother’s voice that eased his worrying, as they did this time. Unless Heath was at the brink of battle Gaël could always calm him, and usually with just a few words. He was happy to believe that their sister was safe and sound, he would rather think of other things anyways.
He did have some information, and was happy to share with the larger male. - Gaël morte dre Soul - 03-16-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> What Heath had gathered for information was still little compared to the big picture; he and his siblings knew hardly anything about their father. Their only means of recognition would be his duel-blooded genetics that they themselves had inherited as well as the scars on his body and over his eye. They didn't know his name, his age, his birthplace... Gaël himself would recognize the creature upon seeing him--memories of his mother's death still commonly flashed before his eyes or haunted his dreams--but they could give no better information to those they queried than that. It was unfortunate and thus unlikely that they would find him, but the trio were dedicated nonetheless.
- Heath morte dre Soul - 03-16-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ath2-1.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> The male should have known that his brother wouldn’t be satisfied with his bits of information. He didn’t resent the trait of his big brother, but should have known better then to give such little information. The lack of details wouldn’t have bothered him, but then again Heath wasn’t the head of their quest. Shifting his weight from one paw other he recalled his visit with the pack wolf. Seulement un jeune mâle. Unsure whether he should divulge the nature of the conversation he had with the orange tinted boy, it wasn’t exactly something he spoke to Gael about.
Remembering suddenly something that Haven had said about some sort of clan. The more Heath had thought it over, all of the few seconds while he remembered, the more it seemed like valuable information. Il a parlé d'un paquet de coyote, au nord et à l'est. Cela semble un peu des limites. If they looked for a rapist and a murderer, with the blood of yote running through his veins, this place might be it.
Il pourrait être là. - Gaël morte dre Soul - 04-15-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Gaël nodded simply, growing serious once more in the new revealings of information. He was constantly hopeful, for whatever reason, even if their quest could end up in vain. "Ouais... Vas, cherches-là." The hybrid's nose was turned to the air and he breathed slowly, the reminiscent of a smile vague on his youthful face. "Pris garde à Miriette. Nous nous rencontrerons en haut plus tard." He gave his younger brother a deliberate nod, assuring his confidence in Heath before turning quickly and hastening away, plenty on his mind and plenty before his feet now new for him to uncover. |