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- Emwe Soul - 10-22-2009 [html] This is at ethereal eclipse. I chose rattlesnake! Easier to save a person from a snake than cougars and bears, who could easily take out a single wolf? Let me know if Haven has trouble with snakes Word Count:-- He wasn't sure, but he backed away anyway. The little reptile lying in the grass ahead of him didn't really look dangerous; its size and its teeth weren't really big or sharp enough to hurt him. But something in him reacted to the image, and he could vaguely recall that it was a good thing to move away from them. Perhaps he had been lucky to notice it - he'd been moving away an old rotten log so he could play with it, and the space between the log and the ground beneath it had been the home of this snake. Now revealed to the sun, it didn't seem particularly happy. But then again, it didn't have ears or anything, so how could he know? It was shaking its tail, too, it made a funny and strangely threatening noise. The young male stood at a distance, not used to having to consider his own place in the food cycle, and certainly not used to trying to determine if something was a direct threat to his life. Sure, a bear would be, but bears were huge! In that sense, it was self-explanatory. Now, Emwe's body stood rigid, mesmerized by the sight and still not certain whether to run or not. Maybe it wasn't dangerous? It sure looked funny, with its strange eyes and earthy colored skin. No fur, just like a toad! It looked like it was blind or something! And toads weren't dangerous... Emwe bent forward, meaning to sniff the thing. Still he would have to move further ahead should he actually reach it, and his smelling was keen. He wondered what that strange, pelt-less coat felt like. Maybe.. just one step closer? It wouldn't be the first time his curiosity bested him. - Haven Aatte - 10-23-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> Sounds good to me! He's fine with snakes, thankfully he's not Indiana Jones XD PP for him grabbing Emwe out of harm's way, let me know if you want it changed. 300+
- Emwe Soul - 11-02-2009 [html] Haven to the rescue! Word Count: 354 A blur of a someone rushed at him and then he was elsewhere and gaining distance on the strange animal with the rattling tail. The male who had lifted and pushed him away (lifted! He didn't know whether to feel indignant or not!) had shouted various exclamations of the negative kind right before he rushed at the young male, and in the small moments before the strangely-pelted male explained his behavior Emwe wondered whether he had been doing something wrong. Maybe he was going to get punished? He sure hoped no one would tell Alexey. Or worse - his dad. No, no, no, no, that wouldn't be good and Conor would probably laugh at him, too. Only when the male with the white ear spoke did Emwe understand that he had just been stupid. Again. His ears dropped against his skull as he realized the great debt he had to this stranger. He'd saved his life, and Emwe didn't know whether to be embarrassed that he had needed saving, or happy that he had been saved. His face was openly speaking of this dilemma, and his tail alternated between half a wag and a submissive position, uncertain. He wanted to excuse himself by saying that no one had told him to stay away from those things, but that wasn't true because that male had just said so. He felt silly, because he was. Here was Emwe, soon a year old, and still he was getting in trouble so that grown-ups had to save him. It sucked. But this guy was pretty cool, too, and he didn't want to look like even more of an ass. His eyes widened att he thought of poison, and he concluded that he was more happy than embarrassed. Finally, his tail settled on an expression, and his face looked less troubled. "I'll remember that." Emwe smiled uncertainly at the other male. If there was one thing he wasn't good at (and there were a lot of things he wasn't good at) it was being social. He paused a moment and studied the other, before continuing with their conversation. "Thanks." - Haven Aatte - 11-05-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> !
- Emwe Soul - 11-24-2009 [html] I fail, but my laptop and internet works and stuff now so I should be more steady with my activity. I'm sorry :/ Word Count: --- Emwe nodded, with a serious face, as the stranger with the white ear gave him a sentence or two of the lecturing kind. The young male didn't mind, he was so used to it. Even though he was soon a year old, there were still those in the pack that treated him as if he didn't know anything at all. Just because he often didn't know the answers to questions that didn't matter, like where rabbits like to sleep or whatever. As if he would ever need that knowledge! There was no need for him to hunt for food unless he wanted to prove that he could, because there was so much food that everyone shared. That was how his life had always been, and he struggled to change his perspective on life. Still though, he didn't pout, but merely sat still as the adult spoke. It was important not to pout, else adults got angry and he hated when that happened. But when he smiled and then said his name, Emwe stopped worrying and smiled back; his mood ever so easy to affect. "Hello Haven, I am Emwe." It was important to speak properly when you introduced yourself. He sat down and waited for a moment, wondering whether he should say something more. Finally concluding that he should, he picked the newest question in his mind: "He was under the log. Why would he be there anyway? It's cold and wet." And small. He didn't like small spaces, nor did he like to be cold and wet, but most of all he didn't like small spaces. He would never be under a log, that was for sure. - Haven Aatte - 11-27-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> No worries! Stuff happens 300+
- Emwe Soul - 12-01-2009 [html] Word Count: 300 Haven was making a joke, or trying to be smart or funny, but Emwe didn't get it. He blinked a couple of times. I'm assuming Alexey and the rest of Dahlia must have found you then. First off - he knew Alexey! How cool was that? Although, he wasn't really surprised, because Alexey was great and probably had lots of more friends than Conor and Emwe, just that Emwe had not seen them because he was so busy all the time with doing exciting things. But.. found them? Dahlia had found them? Had they been looking? Emwe didn't know, because he had only vague memories, but none of them were of anyone in distress. Or, well, his departure from uncle Ly's cabin had been rather dramatic, he supposed. Alexey had been angry and they had screamed at each other and stuff, and Conor had come back a long time afterwards and had been really skinny. That was why he was small, Emwe thought. "I didn't know they looked for me.", he said bluntly. Suddenly he felt bad - secrets kept unveiling themselves, and now he wondered how many things he did not know about himself. It made him feel pretty weird, and a little sad at the same time. Haven said things that were silly. No one wanted to live under a log! Emwe's tail wagged as he chuckled to the older male, finding the statement a great source of entertainment. "They're crazy!" His tail wagged as he laughed a little. "Even though they are small, there isn't much room under a log." Stretching his neck he looked past his new friend and back in the direction of where he had almost been bitten by a snake. "I hate small spaces.", he confessed, silvery blue gaze steady as a rock. - Haven Aatte - 12-01-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> 300+
- Emwe Soul - 12-08-2009 [html] Crappy short post, sorry! Word Count: childhood repression: an expert at work Emwe smiled at his new friend as he spoke, his tongue lolling back out of his mouth as he finished his sentences. Curiosity shone in his eyes. "How strange that they looked for me. My mother let us stay with uncle Ly for a while. Alexey came along and snatched us from there, to live back with the pack. I kind of liked my uncle's place, though." He paused, looking at Haven. His eyebrows were not even, as if half-way through a thought, and he was quite impressed with his own eloquence. Rarely did he create such well-shaped sentences. "I guess she found us, then." he winked, satisified with his own joke. Man, was he on a roll today! His eyes widened. It was true! He hadn't thought about that! Snakes didn't have legs... Emwe glanced at Haven and back again towards where the snake had been. "... they don't have legs!" he said, realizing just then. His tail wagged, slowed, wagged again. Seriously, snakes were so weird. "But how does it move?" He'd seen caterpillars move, but when he looked at them closely they did have legs. That snake hadn't had legs, unless it used its own body as one big leg, but wouldn't it have to jump around then? And it didn't have knees, so how could it jump? It was very confusing. Haven agreed with him, and Emwe nodded silently. It was much better to be in the open. - Haven Aatte - 12-20-2009 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> Psh, it's not crappy. And I don't mind short posts :3
- Emwe Soul - 01-01-2010 [html] Sorry for the wait, been away for Christmas and such :] Word Count: 561 - SoSuWriMo childhood repression: an expert at work His face twisted with the effort of thought. Imagining his own mother (that perfect female!) deceiving his father and the whole pack was.. just not possible. No, his mother was an angel, a sweet-smelling lovely angel, and his father was the most powerful and proud male alive, strong as a bull and as just as he was large. This was the family in his mind, the reality he had created for himself. And in this setting, it was unthinkable and impossible that his father had perhaps cheated, and that his mother had sunk low enough to use his life as ransom for her mate's love and attention. He had never thought to ask his mother why she went away, not his father why he did not want to speak with his child when Emwe had stayed with Haku. He hadn't needed to, he had known the answers in his heart: his mother went away because she had something important to do elsewhere, and she would come back pretty soon, because she loved him and Conor very much. Haku stayed in his room and was sometimes angry because he was a leader, and he had much to do and many things to think about. Emwe had gone to stay with Alexey because Conor was there and because he didn't want to be in the way of his important father's important work. Emwe was a good son, and when he was an adult he was certain that Haku would see it too. These were the wishes in his mind that his world was built upon. Straining himself, he finally replied to Haven's indirect question. "Well... Cercelee was really angry anyway, at my mother for something, but I don't remember it very well." Pausing, he looked to the ground and a glimmer of real memories burst to the surface, through all the fake ones that were so comforting. "It was kind of scary, really. Everyone were shouting and stuff." Looking up now, he looked to the side to avoid the eyes of his savior. He did not want to look even weaker now, after having nearly died. This part of him did not thrive in the open at all, and he quickly stuffed it back in. Changing the subject was good. Haven laughed at him, and at first Emwe was embarassed. Though, he found it a better tactic to simply go along, and quite quickly he saw it all as a joke, his tail wagging happily behind him and his voice mirroring the one of his new friend. The next things he said were quite smart, too, and Emwe forgot all about the more difficult parts of their conversation just moments before. His silvery eyes looked at the older male in fascination when he spoke. slither around? Man, that was true. It looked like they were made of water or something. It was like magic! Looking into his head and finding no solution to the problem, he simply nodded bluntly and concluded that he had no conclusion. "They are so weird. I can't believe they're dangerous, I mean they're so small! And how comes the venom doesn't kill them when it's in their mouth? Alexey sometimes told me what not to eat because I could die. Won't the snake die then, if it has poison in its mouth?" So many questions, so little time. - Haven Aatte - 01-02-2010 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> It's okay, busy season SoSuWriMo 572
- Emwe Soul - 01-03-2010 [html] Word Count: 483 - SoSuWriMo childhood repression: an expert at work Haven left the subject of his past family affairs altogether, and deep inside his mind a little voice cheered happily at this. He was not in a position where he was able to realize the truths about his family. He was not ready, even though he was soon an adult. Conor had realized it a long time ago, that much would be apparent to anyone who studied the two boys, but Emwe had been too skilled at hiding the truth from himself. The truth did not fit into his jigsaw, did not bring him what he needed, and so his mind provided him with the love that he so desperately craved. Alexey was more of a mother to him than his own mother was, in reality, but in his mind Firefly was still the most loving mother that had ever existed, an idealized version of the real Firefly, who used her sons to taunt her former lover. Similarly, Lysander was more of a father to him than Haku had ever been, even if the husky had only spent time with Emwe for a short amount of time. Yet still his ideal father kept the face of Haku Soul, and not some husky who had merely cared for him. No, it was good that Haven stopped talking, because Emwe might very well have been in need of a wholly different kind of savior had the conversation continued. His tail wagged as Haven agreed with him. He felt really smart now! That didn't happen that often. For instance, when he got stuck in a tree, once, he felt really stupid. Tokyo laughing at him hadn't helped, but still. And today he had felt stupid too, a little, when Haven had saved him, but Haven was really cool so it was ok. Now he had realized something that maybe not everyone else knew, and that meant that he was pretty clever! When even Haven didn't know the exact answer, it meant it was a pretty hard nut to crack, because Haven was awesome — obviously. Emwe's tail wagged happily behind him as he continued to muse on the subject of how weird snakes were. "Maybe they are immune to every poison in the world - like they are super-creatures or something!" Who knew what kind of advanced world these snakes lived in. Maybe they couldn't die at all! He liked the idea of a hidden world where snakes could do the most extraordinary things. After all, who was to say they couldn't? They already walked without legs, and didn't die from poison. To Emwe, that was just so amazing that they might as well be immune to death altogether. Silevery eyes were large and moved here and there as he considered his thoughts. They were fascinating. "I think they are maybe a lot stronger than us, like, they can't die." It made perfect sense in his mind. - Haven Aatte - 01-04-2010 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> I love Emwe :3 SoSuWriMo 369
- Emwe Soul - 01-06-2010 [html] Word Count: 455 - SoSuWriMo childhood repression: an expert at work His world had been up-side down before he had been born. Anyone in Dahlia de Mai who knew either parent well would have been able to see it, but it wasn't until it was too late for this little boy they had realized. Emwe owed his safety to the efforts of Cercelee and Alexey, not his parents, yet his mind could not help but put his parents above all. In his world, he had never been in danger. In his world he had always been loved, never been struck by his chocolate father. Conor had never been a sad, quiet child, and Emwe had never been too afraid to seek his father's advice or guidance. Firefly had been the mother of his dreams, and his family had been perfect even if she had stayed elsewhere than the family building. This, he forced himself to believe, and did so so firmly that if that picture was to shatter he would have nothing left of the person that was Emwe Soul. Snakes - the ultimate enemy. What wondrous awards awaited him if he defeated one? Multiple scenarios played out in front of his eyes, but dissolved into nothing when Haven insisted that they were not unkillable. Emwe's face looked at the older male with a face like one big question mark. What, birds could kill them? But birds were so small and.. weak. And tasty. Emwe ate birds if he found them, if they were injured and could not fly. And Haven claimed birds could kill snakes, snakes who were immune to poison? "Wow, really? But they look so thin and weak..." Emwe had always imagined that there would be some creature that was invincible, and the idea that everyone, every creature, had a weakness that might make them prey or victim for another being had never occurred to him. This was a natural balance, otherwise the world would be overrun with one kind of creature, but Emwe did not think big. He wasn't so good at picturing a counter-"what-if"-scenario. He was very good at picturing his own ideas though, because they were usually awesome. Awesome stuff was easy to imagine. He looked a bit disappointed now, but sighed and accepted the fact served to him by Haven. "I guess you're right, but it's pretty strange they don't die from the poison inside the snakes, then..." Even if he was dumb in some ways, Emwe did have some brains. And so maybe snakes were not the creatures who would be his ultimate enemy, his way to glory. Maybe something else was, then. He would find out one day. And he would save the world, to the applause of his family and friends - and admirers. - Haven Aatte - 01-12-2010 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> SoSuWriMo 440
- Emwe Soul - 01-16-2010 [html] Word Count: 457 - SoSuWriMo childhood repression: an expert at work Emwe sat there with his usual face as he listened to Haven's new words, filling in his own lacking information on birds. Well, sure.. he had a point. Emwe had totally forgotten about the scary birds, he'd just thought about the chickens and the doves and all the ones that could be eaten quite easily. He'd never seen an eagle, for example, up close (because they flew around, duh), except one dead one once. But it had been dead for a long time, so there was little left of it, though he could remember the beak, because it had been pretty sharp-looking. He nodded as he envisioned the cycle of small bird versus snake versus big bird. It ruined his whole idea on the snake, but it was okay. He'd rather be well-informed than wrong. Quite ironic, given his current efforts to ignore his real situation. Even though the snake would never be his path to glory and acceptance, he would probably never cease to think that it was a quite interesting animal. Haven suggested that the venom was kept only in his mouth, but Emwe thought that that was a strange idea. Then the bird would have to avoid eating the mouth altogether? But to Emwe, the head looked like a big part of it, broader and stuff, and maybe it had more food? Then again he never ate the skull of anything because there was no yummy parts of it — the best part of any prey was in the middle, at least that's what he'd found out so far. He'd never been lucky enough to get a piece of liver or heart yet, because whenever he ate animals that were actually hunted, and that hadn't been dead already or something similar, he was not the one to get the yummy parts. Such was life for someone in the middle of the ranks, but this Haven guy probably got all the good stuff. One day Emwe would be just as pwoerful as his father, and he'd get all the tasty bits. He looked forward to that. "I s'pose the birds are pretty smart, then, who know not to eat the dangerous parts." In fact, he was growing more in awe of birds, too, now. But then again he knew that he had eaten birds, and if it was that easy, it was hardly a challenge. Nope, he'd have to find his ultimate enemy in another species. Maybe cougars? But damn, they were scary. His head thought a million thoughts at once but he managed to somehow remain on the sae track conversation-wise. He was good at letting his thoughts trail off, for his conversations rarely held much depth anyway. It was easy to be Emwe Soul. - Haven Aatte - 01-22-2010 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> Maybe start to wrap up? SoSuWriMo 386
- Emwe Soul - 01-23-2010 [html] Sure, I could, but now you mentioned dwagons xD But if Haven continues to talk about it he might scare Emwe off :p make him run home to his Alexey or something. Word Count: 591 - SoSuWriMo childhood repression: an expert at work Emwe's smile broadened as he thought again that this Haven guy was pretty smart. He nodded eagerly, in a slightly stupid way. The stupid ones died. So only the smart ones were left, and those were the ones that were still around and that he had seen! That was really something he should have thought of himself. With this logic, however, the useless or dumb individuals were the first to go from the system. Without knowing it, their conversation had turned onto one theory that had been heavily debated among humans from the time it was published, one that quickly marked Emwe was one individual that would die young. Perhaps should have been dead already. These thoughts were completely missing from Emwe's mind, for in his world he was very much the champion of everything, though in reality he had still to hunt properly for himself. He lived off the reservoirs of the pack, and he had already put himself in many, many perilous positions. Most of those times when he had been close to death, it had been his own lack of wit and controly that had put him there. It was a sad fact, but should the pack system that now cared so well for Emwe Soul break down, he would be quick to fall for natural selection — unless he had potential that had yet to rise. Necessity always brought one to the edge, and many skills could be acquired while being there. Suddenly, the male looked mysterious, and as he spoke Emwe felt as if he was letting him in on a mighty secret. A secret just for him. His silvery eyes studied the pattern on the male's arm as he listened to the description, painting its looks and details on a canvas just for exciting things in his mind. Oh, oh it looked horrible. Like a big monster, and when Haven said fire, the creature entered a wholly new level. His eyes widened. "Wooow..." His insides moved a little, and Emwe decided that maybe he didn't want to find the ultimate animal after all, since some of them could be like that. He had never thought they could be like that, but he couldn't be the champion of such an animal. There was no way to protect yourself from the massive creature that he envisioned — maybe not even his dad could protect Dahlia from it, and his dad was their hero and would protect them from anything. The young male swallowed, not completely sure whether to stay scared or amazed. His imagination was about as powerful as his ability to delude himself, and so the image presented to him was quite powerful. "Do you really think they live somewhere? Do they live far from here?" If Emwe had had fingers, or even knew of the concept, he would have mentally crossed them. He hoped dragons did not exist, and if they did that they were so far away that he would never have to worry about them. Ever. His face was pure wonder, one that wanted to know more, but at the same time was not certain if it could handle it. Emwe was a cute little male. Had it not been for the fact that he was too old to continue living and acting as he was doing, some might have found it very charming indeed. Still, one usually forgot how misplaced his behavior (or appearance!) was after spending a little while with him. Concluding that he was simply a little dumb was often a solution. - Haven Aatte - 01-27-2010 [html] style="padding: 2px; position: relative; right: 105px; top: 66px; width: 270px; height: 384px; z-index: 4; overflow: auto;"> lol, poor Emwe XD I just meant we could start heading in a closing up direction 300+
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