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- Legacy Kali - 01-28-2008 Private. [html]
So much had happened over the last few days that she hardly felt like she was the same Legacy that had rambled through the packlands before Phasma Kiles had left this world. Feeling pangs of guilt for leaving them all for a day, unplanned though it had been, she had hardly been out of sight of the cavernous den since. Sleep, however, had been elusive even in the comforting home environment. Curling up in the family chamber at the usual time, she simply lay awake for hours before arising once more without having even closed her eyes. It was a feathery, blue-grey dawn with the wind wildly blustering through the branches, making her shiver as if it were threatening to rip up all her beloved trees. Surveying this scene from the den entrance, she hugged her arms round herself. She'd been keeping quiet about so much that was foremost in her mind, and was able to think about little else, let alone speak, and had indeed spoken little to anyone - how odd it felt to be so reticent around her family. Fortunately, with the recent shift in the pack dynamics it was unlikely anybody noticed, or attributed it to anything other than grief, which of course was there too. Indeed, the child was a brew of emotions. She didn't know how long she stood there, dazed and preoccupied, fur ruffled by the few tendrils of wind that reached inside. - Valentine Valiant - 01-30-2008 You have quite a pretty avatar. *gawks at it* [html] Sleep came off and on for the young Valiant, who was just as equally troubled on a certain level by the things that had happened within the walls of their collective home. Maybe it was the fact that he was resting in a little nook that wasn't all that far off from where Phasma had taken her last breath that ultimately bothered him. Maybe it was that fact that he was troubled he hadn't gone to pay his own private respects that haunted him. Regardless, through a long night and what wasn't very good rest, he had woken at long last to ponder whether or not it was morning yet.[/html] - Legacy Kali - 01-31-2008 Thanks- I remember drawing Akumu for you a few years back. I wonder if I still have it! XD [html]
Though still childish in her appraisal of such things as metaphors, Legacy felt somehow deep down that the wind and unsettled feel of the morning fitted the pack's circumstances fairly well. Most trees stood with only a shudder, and some felt it more than others; bowing down before the might of the breeze. There was no way to articulate this though, and no one to do it to; but just as she thought that she heard a voice. Luckily it came from the still depths behind her, else the wind might have drowned out the syllables. Not that they were wholly intelligible to the girl as it was. She suspected the wolf was speaking of the death of the Beta, but it didn't seem right to ask bluntly if this was so. The weather was a safer topic.
Then she realised she didn't know the speaker, and turned to peer at him through the dimness. She did recognise him, but no specific details came to mind. He wasn't that other black male, Lucifer, and he wasn't Kieran either, so he was a mystery. As much as it felt natural to her to be meeting a greater variety of wolves than just her family, she wondered if she'd taken the exploring side of things a little too far sometimes. She would be a packwolf too some day, but there was learning and then there was getting into trouble. Not that this wolf was trouble. She was sure he was trustworthy. Else he wouldn't have been allowed to join the pack. Right? "I've never seen wind like this before." The girl fidgeted a little; solemnity didn't agree with her, though she felt just as sombre as she sounded. "How do the birds stay up?" The question burst from nowhere, and the minute she'd asked it she was searching for something less trivial, less aimless. "You know my mother Fatin, don't you?" - Valentine Valiant - 01-31-2008 Orly! I have horrible memory skills any more so I don't totally remember that, but if you dig that up again, I'd love to have it! *saves everything people make for her* [html] “Some birds are better fliers than others, but they don't really make much headway in wind like that,” he told her, eyes scarcely wavering from the few birds that did try to go against the current of wind. It was her next question however, that drew his attention away from the outside world and to the girl. “Yes, I know her. She's the one who let me stay here. Our mothers were friends a long time ago.” She seemed just as perceptive as he had thought, which drew a polite, but friendly smile to his face. “I'm Valentine,” he offered, not dancing around introductions this time.[/html] - Legacy Kali - 02-04-2008 you might still have it then, but I'll look through the sketchbook jungle for it when I have time. [html] The gusty day was less interesting to look upon than Valentine, even despite her inward-turning thoughts, and she turned to face him while he spoke. His smile was charming to the young girl's eyes and brought about an echo of the expression on her own face. "Oh - I see. Did your mother live here?" All answers she could get were pieces of the puzzle that would help her to know and understand this courteous-seeming packwolf better, which was definitely an objective she liked the idea of. She had an ease with strangers and did not consider that she might seem rude in her curiosity. Legacy was not one to fret over how she might be perceived. "My name's Legacy," she added, returning his introduction in kind. His name was rather pretty, and seemed like it probably had a meaning, though not an obvious one. Hers was contrastingly an obvious enough word, although admittedly you could speculate as to what exact legacy she must represent.
She was beginning to wonder if the fire was lit inside. Perhaps this conversation, if he was willing to continue it and was not in the middle of leaving on some business or other, would be better held inside. Could she suggest that, though, when every mention of the fire-chamber voiced aloud seemed to have no connotation but that of a dark body lying on the floor? Surely most of the grief would fade away soon. For some of them at least - she had not seen her mother at all since that day. Valentine was a wholly welcome distraction and she shrank back a little nearer to him, trying to escape the wind. - Valentine Valiant - 02-07-2008 I had a look through but I don't have it. I made many sadfaces. ;_; [html] Like she, he also found her name to be quite interesting. It was an echoing sentiment back to when he had first met Lucifer and the two had jokingly admitted that their parents certainly had a weird taste in names, but having a name like Legacy, well… he wouldn't have been surprised if there wasn't some sort of burden lurking around the pretty sound of that name. “Yeah, she did for a couple of years. My mother has, or had, a habit of moving about for a long time.” He wasn't really sure why she had stopped once they had gotten away from the place, albeit he had an inkling that now he was out of the picture and grown that his parents would become elusive once more.[/html] - Legacy Kali - 02-07-2008 [html] He had an interesting sounding life. Syemv was an enigma to Legacy, but she'd heard something of pirates and something of wolves from far away, and it had always been a name of great intrigue to her. This boy would have been young at that time, but it was still exciting to meet a native. They both gave a shiver as a paticularly insistent blast of wind hit the pair, and she prioritised getting to shelter before plying him with her curiosity - not that it wasn't tempting. Nodding to show she'd been thinking along the same lines, she took one last look out at the admittedly unenticing landscape before heading inwards.
- Valentine Valiant - 02-17-2008 [html] As their luck would fare, the fire had been reduced to nothing more than a smouldering pile of ash and hot coals… but far from unusable. He watched Legacy poke at it for a moment, the thoughts of how to get it going again only coming to him when the girl had looked in his direction in a question way. “It needs tinder,” he said, gaze drifting from the young girl to the hot glow of the coal. “I'll get some, just wait here.”[/html] - Legacy Kali - 02-17-2008 [html] Tinder! That was a word she would remember religiously from now on - it was evidently quite the secret to fire-starting. He swiftly headed off to the store, and she remained still, sitting on her heels next to the fireplace. He was so helpful and decisive, so dark and straight-forward. A small smile crept over her mouth as she absent-mindedly resumed her prodding the dully glowing embers. A piece suddenly flew upwards, flicked by the tip of the stick and stung the back of her hand. She jerked it away ruefully. Better leave the fire stuff to Valentine for the time being, she thought. Moments later he was back, with wood.
- Valentine Valiant - 02-25-2008 [html] “Then you'll need something to start the fire with,” he said with a smile. “There's lots of ways to start a fire, but I like to use matches the most. A match is a thin little stick with a bit of charcoal or something on the tip of it. It's usually red.” Matches and tinder weren't exactly the easiest way to start a fire, but he didn't really want to try and explain how gasoline was efficient and yet so very dangerous at the same time. They probably had enough problems to worry about than setting the entire den on fire. “Then you can pretty much use the same methods that I just did, although sometimes the match is just enough to catch the tinder all on its own.”[/html] - Legacy Kali - 02-26-2008 [html] A match wasn't something she'd heard of, but something about it sounded human - charcoal wasn't usually red, after all; she liked drawing with the blackened material. If it was on the end of a stick, or something was, it must have been put there. How the fire came out of the stick was yet another question, but she didn't have any anyway, so it wasn't exactly relevant. Human items were rather troublesome for Legacy. She liked and saw value in the few that were found around Jaded Shadows, but knew she could never venture a trip to the city without considerable duress. The walls and ceilings of humanity held great terror for her - she knew as much without even encountering any more. She knew it because of her nightmares.
- Valentine Valiant - 03-10-2008 [html] “I'm sure you can make matches, but I'm not sure how to. You can usually find them in the city though… if you look hard enough.” Everyone seemed to like them though, because they were perfect for starting those cosy little fires that everybody wanted. Yet there were always the archaic ways of rubbing two sticks together at high speeds, but he didn't go into detail about that. “But it sure is nice to have the warmth in here again. With the way that wind's blowing, if it weren't for us, I'd say this place would be pretty chilly by the time nightfall came around.”[/html] - Legacy Kali - 03-11-2008 [html]
It was the first time the city had been framed to her as a place of resource or anything useful, more than just a teetering cluster of walls and roofs that seemed to lean in towards one. Perpendicular was the word, but it gave her more chills than such a simple expression might have been expected to. "I couldn't go to the city," the girl said with a shiver. "It's too... eerie. Like I might get trapped inside. I think I'd be warmer with something to wear, but I suppose I'll just have to stay by the fires on days like this." Maybe one day she'd bump into someone on their way there, and sweet-talk them into digging up something for her. - Valentine Valiant - 03-15-2008 Mind if we push this towards a close? ^^ [html] He nodded agreeably, feeling that there was also an eerie sense about the city. As a child, it had always been off-limits to him and what times he had disobeyed his parents had never ended up very well. “I can't blame you for that. I don't really like going there unless there's something that I'm absolutely looking for. With the coyotes having taken Syemv's house, I'm sure that they utilize the city frequently too.” He was thinking aloud more, not sure if they actually did or not. He had never really seen them stray all that far from their beaches and didn't intend to find out whether or not they did. It was hard not to think ill of them for what they had done and it did seep into his tone when he thought about it offhandedly, but the world was turbulent. Things happened, wars were won and lost and ground was gained one way or another.[/html] - Legacy Kali - 03-17-2008 sure thing! [html] It was a shame that Legacy loved the beach so much: it was a love that seemed bound to get her into trouble, and already had. She thought she knew the house he meant, too. She'd seen it from a distance, and wondered whose it was. Seemed selfish to her, for the coyotes to have taken it from his old pack; lives were built in places like that and to lose her own den would have been devastating. Jaded Shadows had to be strong for more reasons than one, she realised, and then she wondered if perhaps she was too weak - not just physically but mentally - she did not wish to hurt others. Not since her more reckless puppy days had she fostered a liking for violence or revenge. Did Valentine enjoy fighting? So many wolves she knew here were peaceable, at least to her mind. But peace could only be kept through defence, sometimes. No doubt Syemv hadn't been entirely peaceable, but where was it now? Was he all that was left?
- Valentine Valiant - 03-17-2008 [html] Though he knew that he was far from the last of those who were apart of Syemv, it was more of a problem with talking to someone who really had been behind its actions in the latter of its days. Phasma had been that wolf and it was a topic that they had touched on briefly, but now if he wanted something beyond that he was more or less shit out of luck to find it. The coyotes would know such, of course, but he dared not to venture to their grounds and ask them. He had seen the signs of their reign strewn in the trees and though he imagined there were ways to be at peace and speak in civility, he did not want the task of finding them out himself. “I'll see you later then,” he commented idly as her words prompted a faint smile onto his face. “Guess I'll keep the fire goin' too.” It wasn't as though he had anything better to do and truthfully he had no inclination to venture outside of the caverns as long as it was being windy. Letting Legacy go see her siblings, he turned his full attention to the fire and stirred it absently with a stick.[/html] |