A meeting by chance - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: A meeting by chance (/showthread.php?tid=7870) |
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- Susquehanna - 09-16-2009 [html]
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300+ Would it be okay if we kind of forward dated this until merely a day or so before Mew's birth? His reading speed was still kind of pathetic, but the boy was quickly increasing multiple skills thanks to the literature that the humans had left behind. What a wonderful species they had been. A few weeks ago he had found an office in the old hospital with lots of interesting topics in the bookshelves. Conor suspected that he only understood half of what was written down in those books, but what he did understand was very interesting. It was about brain and behaviour and all sorts of cool things that truly made the boy sit down and wonder about things. Today he wanted to get another one of those books. Some of them were huge, and he wanted one of those, one with a title that he had noticed already back then. The topic was general psychology, and the boy believed that he would get more out of reading that piece of work first to get a basic understanding. When he was halfway through the building on his way to that particular office, he realized that there was another individual’s scent lingering inside. Ears turned backwards against his skull as the boy thought about this. He did not recognize the scent. He did not like that. He knew that this fact would make seeking the other canine out mandatory. They could not have unknown people wandering around inside Dahlia de Mai territory. Conor knew that a place like this was rich of treasures if one knew what one was looking for, and he did not like the thought of that. Unlike his father the boy was not very violent despite his violent childhood. He was more curious than angered and easily followed the trail of the wolf. In a room he caught the scene of a black female doing something quite odd. She was shaving her fur off. Conor hesitated and could only stare for a moment with round, violet eyes. ”Who are you and what are you doing here?” the boy finally asked with a firm voice, knowing for certain now that this was not a wolf of these lands. - Susquehanna - 10-24-2009 [html]
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500+ Hanna was her name and she was a friend of his ivory aunt. Conor slowly nodded. It did not satisfy his curiosity though. What was she doing right here right now? Did she knew what his father would do if he found her here alone? Now, Conor had no idea if his dark hearted father would have left the woman alone if she knew that she was Mew’s guest. Conor did think it would have mattered either way for Haku as long as the black adult was alone. Well, his father could not do anything if she was together with him, right? Conor was close to an adult now and if he just stayed close to Hanna then he knew her chance for survival would be much higher. Perhaps he was worrying too much about his father’s actions, but the boy knew his devilish sire well from those months living together with him and knew well how cruel the Lilium of Dahlia could be, often without a reason. His smile was faint, but it was friendly. ”Hello, Hanna.” He said, letting her name roll over his tongue in a gentle, tranquil wave. It had to be a while since she had lived here then, because Conor knew with certainty that he had never laid eyes on this woman before. He judged her older than his father, possibly five years or more? ”Why don’t you live here anymore?” Even though he still merely held the rank of a child within the pack, he had started to get involved with more adult matters. Dahlia needed healers. At the moment there was none. The question that rose from the woman surprised the youth. Art of healing? Well.. The boy turned his face to look down along the corridor in the direction of the route to the office that held the interesting books. ”I’ve found some books here that I like.” he replied quietly, turning back to let lavender eyes find her bi-coloured gaze. Even if the thought of needing a healer had touched him several times he had never thought of the possibility of becoming one himself. There had been none to teach him the art around here anyway. The boy stepped further into the room where the black adult was sitting. ”I’ve read about the body and the brain and I think it’s very interesting. However, it’s mostly the human body and so on and we are a bit different.” He had realized that most optime forms did seem quite similar to the deceased humans in build, but he knew that he would have to study the lupus form as well to get a better understanding of how they were made. Healing, hmm? The boy’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, thinking about it in depth. He did like helping people. He had helped healing Alco on his own and the fox was strong and healthy today. Luckily it had been its baby teeth that had been pulled out, so the red canine was no longer without teeth. It could still live a life in freedom. ”I have not thought about the art of healing. There hasn’t really been any healer here to learn from.” This woman in front of him was one, and the boy felt a pleasant ball of excitement light up in his chest. - Susquehanna - 11-09-2009 [html]
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300+ Did she say then that Dahlia de Mai no longer was a good pack? The boy’s forehead wrinkled slightly. Why? Cercelee, Slay, Mew and Colibri were still here together with even more wolves now. He liked this pack despite his father’s immoral terror. He had realized that few truly knew Haku like he did, and so the boy had settled with the thought that it had just been something about him that had caused his father to torment him. As long as they kept his father in such a situation it had to mean that he was doing a good job despite his cruelty. His thoughts were not able to stay on the question of why Dahlia was no longer good enough. If she was Colibri’s sister then she was Conor’s sister as well. Whoa, whoa. Lavender eyes looked to the woman in horror, disbelief. But, she was so old compared to Colibri. She looked even older than his father.. Unless it was Colibri Soul, Conor’s grandmother. Yes, that was correct. Could it be that he was related to the black woman? ”Colibri Soul?” his voice wondered loudly, in need for confirmation. He was sorry to hear that Haku’s cruelty had reached her. ”Dad attacked you?” He asked, his face still looking troubled. Well, he knew his father was not very fond of loners (he often found himself escorting trespassers to their destinations whenever he found any in order to prevent Haku’s anger) and could attack them if they had invaded the pack land too deeply. ”It is not safe for non-members to walk alone in these lands. I can stay with you until you go back to aunt Mew so that he wont be able to hurt you if we meet him.” It was the right thing to do, and if they really was related then perhaps they could get to know each other. Suddenly he realized that he was being rude. ”I’m Conor by the way,” he hurried to add while feeling slightly embarrassed for having forgotten to introduce himself back when she had. He liked the thought of learning some healing. No, actually he thought he loved that idea. The young boy’s smile turned into a bright, white smile. ”I’d really like to learn!” he beamed at her, walking closer and forgetting about his previous quest of retrieving his psychology book. |