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- Kansas Sadira - 06-07-2009 [html] Slay!
The last encounter he'd had with Firefly was still in his thoughts a good part of the time. There were few things about her that frustrated him, but one of them was that she absolutely refused to tell him anything about her life. For all he knew, she was completely happy. Giving to the needy, counseling the downtrodden... Her life was an image of perfection. But that was laughable, and Kansas wasn't quite so stupid. He saw the pain in her eyes, and knew she was simply keeping the truth from him to spare him the worry. Her method was pointless and ineffective, for the silence she treated him with had formed into a festering wound. He wanted to help her. And he honestly needed her more than ever now that Iskata was gone. He had not yet met her sons. That afternoon, while Savina watched the puppies, he'd set off in the direction of Dahlia de Mai. He'd never been there before, but it was not hard to find. Though he was certainly reclusive, he knew the layout of 'Souls remarkably well. He had in his worn black satchel a few toys none of his children seemed to like, figuring Emwe and Conor might think differently of them. At last he reached the forested area. He wasn't sure if he should simply wait there like he ordinarily did when entering another pack, or call for someone to come get him. He assumed Firefly was still here, so she would recognize his voice. With that in mind, he lifted his snout and emitted a brief howl for her. When the last note had died down, Kansas sat cross-legged and began to pick at the grass while he waited. [/html] - Slaying the Dreamer - 06-08-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Kansas Sadira - 06-09-2009 [html] 300+
After about a a quarter of an hour, his hands were stained green and he'd built a nice little pile of pulled grass beside him. He found himself grinning at his own frivolity and stopped playing, stretching lean arms above him. The knuckles of his right hand still had small, half-healed scrapes, remnants of his fight with the stranger he'd run into while on patrol a few weeks ago. The wound on his lip was also still healing, but the skin that had formed over it was smooth and shiny. He was afraid that it would probably form into a scar. That whole scene still sickened him when he looked back on it; he couldn't believe he'd behaved so immaturely. Often, he comforted himself with thoughts like "that fucker had it coming to him." He wondered what Firefly would make of it. More time had passed than the boy realized before he saw the lupine form of a bicolor wolf moving toward him. Kansas had lost himself, but he regained composure and stood up, leaving his bag on the ground. Kansas furrowed his brow, mildly surprised that it was not his sister who approached. It wasn't too far-fetched that someone else would approach - in fact, that was probably more likely. The male had the most interesting coloring Kansas had ever seen. He couldn't even tell if the coal hues marking his coat were there naturally or if they were the result of dye. The Sadira noticed that the other was also covered in a collection of scrapes and scratches: as if he, too, had recently been in a fight. Kansas nodded a greeting, remembering his manners and allowing his tail and ears to fall slightly. "Yes - hi. I'm, eh, Kansas Sadira." Was it a good idea to state his business in Dahlia de Mai right away? "I came... looking for my sister, Firefly. And her sons." [/html] - Slaying the Dreamer - 06-10-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Kansas Sadira - 06-13-2009 [html] 300+
There were indeed Sadiras absolutely everywhere. It seemed to Kansas that everyone he encountered either was a Sadira or was somehow linked to one. The only exception he could think of was Arkham, and that was only because he and the hybrid had not talked about other wolves at all. For all he knew, Arkham may have been a long-lost brother or something - though he rather doubted that. When this man introduced himself as Slay and mentioned the name of his mate, Kansas nearly laughed because this situation matched his thoughts exactly. He could not remember how he and Cercelee were related, just that they somehow were. "Pleasure to meet you," he threw in, deciding that mentioning his acquaintanceship with Slay's mate was irrelevant for the moment. The dual-toned wolf's stuttered repetition of Firefly's name was enough to make Kansas nervous. It was as if her name - herself - were taboo. Immediately, uncertainty began to gnaw at him. Because he had no idea what the cause of this Slay's discomfort with his sister was. He bit his lip and struggled to give himself up to listening to Slay. And yet another bombshell was dropped. The stranger told him that Haku, Kansas's cousin, was Emwe and Conor's father. Their father. Firefly had had children with her cousin. His shock claimed his face before he could stop it, and his jaw dropped. He was for the moment incapable of speech. He simply continued to listen, doing his best to even out his incredulous expression. Kansas was able to grasp the softening nature of Slay's words. He could tell that there was more to the reason Firefly was no longer a member of Dahlia de Mai than the man let on. Irritation tugged the snowy boy's lips into a slight frown; again, he couldn't probe any deeper into his sister's affairs, this time because it would have been rude. He never won. Sighing, Kansas spoke softly, rubbing his temples. "Okay. Thanks. Ah... so Emwe and Conor live here still? Would... would you mind taking me to see them?" [/html] - Slaying the Dreamer - 06-17-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Kansas Sadira - 06-24-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... table_.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Sorry about the wait, darling. I got into a huge fight with my boyfriend a few nights ago and have been recovering. 300+ On the contrary, Kansas was delighted that Slay had told him as much as he had. How else was he to know anything about his sister? Unorthodox as her romance with Haku was, if they had loved each other, Kansas really had no reason to take issue. It wasn't as if his own morals were perfect. But that they were no longer together now was something that did push the ivory boy a little. He now had more reason to dislike Haku, because of the things he had also done to his family in the past. At least now Kansas had an explanation for the darkness behind Firefly's eyes. If Slay felt guilty, he needn't, but Kansas had an inkling that he did. The snowy wolf couldn't bring himself to be angry with Firefly. Kansas looked the man before him over, who had so generously posed as a well of information, and realized that he was still breathing more heavily than he should. As if he'd been almost blind to it before, Kansas now realized with a surge of guilt that Slay was much more injured than Kansas had been after his own brawl. He chewed his lip and spoke in a sudden rush, "I mean, if it's not too far... I'm sorry..." He trailed off, knowing it was probably useless to say so now. Kansas eyed the man as he spoke, his tone suggesting that he did indeed feel guilty for what he'd told him. "No, it's okay. It's something I would have, eh, expected from Firefly. I'm glad they loved each other at... one point." Kansas sighed, deliberately keeping his pace slow as they started off. He really hoped it wasn't far, for the dual-toned wolf's sake. Slay went for a subject change, a welcome one. "Mmhmm. My mate, Savina, and I have three kids." He liked the feel of those words, though they were still strange to him. He felt too young to be a father, and to be talking about it casually with chance acquaintances. "...What about you?" [/html] - Slaying the Dreamer - 06-26-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Kansas Sadira - 06-28-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... table_.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> ♥ 300+ As Kansas became more and more aware of Slay's slightly labored breathing, his slowed movement, he wondered if he was being treated. Hopefully Dahlia de Mai had a doctor of sorts, as Crimson Dreams had Naniko. It was too random a thing to ask about, and Kansas didn't want to make himself look strange by seeming overly concerned. But if it came up... he could always refer the gentleman to his pale Alpha. She had always seemed eager to help others. The Sadira nodded slowly when Slay, as expected, insisted they keep going. He supposed that if it really was too much of an exertion, the man would have said so. His pale eyes wandered their surroundings. This was a beautiful place; he felt bad for his sister for having to leave. He questioned where she had gone. If she would have just told him what was going on with her, he could have offered her a place in Crimson Dreams. He was certain Savina wouldn't mind. Gritting his teeth silently, he pulled himself out of his mind and turned his attention to the black and white wolf. "That was good of you, to... to take them in." Kansas didn't honestly know if he could do that himself. Not five. He was about to reveal to the man his familiarity with Cercelee, thinking that might interest Slay, but he was too slow. Kansas scratched a bothersome spot on his cheek. "It's... tough, sometimes. But a lot of fun. I'm never bored anymore." Slay probably knew a lot of how it was, having adopted kids. Maybe it was a little different when they were your own. Kansas grinned slightly. "I met Cercelee a while ago, with Ember. You guys would be good parents." A strange thing to say, maybe. Since they already were. But he meant well. [/html] |