04-24-2008, 12:04 PM
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[554 words. Gotta start earning myself some points. XD]
Naniko. Pilot was never aware that she had a mate, not that it would have ever come up in any of their conversations. It was strange though, being face to face with him – a total stranger – when he had come to find friendship in the one Conri loved. The name did sound slightly familiar, but then again it could have been his brain making things up as to have another small piece to hold onto from their old lands. He found that he would see things that he thought reminded him of home, only to get lost in trying to discover a memory where he had actually seen the thing before. It was all very confusing – he assumed it was some sort of instinctual coping mechanism. Or maybe it was just him being vulnerable.
"Conri Church, eh? I don’t think we’ve met before. My name is Pilot Haddon. I’m actually a good friend of your mate, Naniko." He had first taken a liking to her when she had come to help Storm’s leader with his pneumonia. It seemed that Phoenix had never really gotten over it though, and he had suffered with a relapse. Things had happened so quickly then – Pilot had to step in to be their leader, only to watch Storm succumb to the fire. In the back of his mind, he wished he would have reestablished Storm instead of Shadowed Sun. But then again, the pack had been falling apart, and he didn’t want to revive it in any less glory than before. "I happened to come across her a few days ago – she’s caring for my children along with Deuce’s help." Of course, he knew Conri would already know this seeing as how he probably had been around Apollo and Sirius more than Pilot had. "It’s nice though, for the packs to be making contact. After hearing of Twilight Vale from Naniko, I was beginning to wonder if other ones had popped up to. Inferni is back, as I’m sure you’re well aware." Skoll seemed to be apprehensive about that, and Pilot couldn’t blame him. That clan was bad news – he wouldn’t be surprised if the wolves heard more of them very soon. "I don’t know of any others yet."
He reclined to his haunches, the smell of dirt potent on his own skin. He looked down to his nails, noting how the dirt had caked under them and dusted them an ashy brown. He blinked, and suddenly remembered something – his necklace. He couldn’t remember where he had placed it, and silently hoped it had been discarded close to his pending den so that he might find it afterwards. "This here is Shadowed Sun, founded by Tayui Aston and myself. We also have Zexion, Kieran, Skoll, Lubomir, and Kyuubi. Old Jaded Shadows and Storm members, mostly. After that, I haven’t seen very many other faces. Have you come across any other packs so far?" After they got things here settled, Pilot hoped that he might be able to get out and explore some more. He was curious where the rest of the Bleeding Souls wolves had wandered off too – especially the members of the old packs like Clouded Tears and Jaded Shadows. How many wolves had been lost to the fire? That, he figured, would never be known for sure.
Naniko. Pilot was never aware that she had a mate, not that it would have ever come up in any of their conversations. It was strange though, being face to face with him – a total stranger – when he had come to find friendship in the one Conri loved. The name did sound slightly familiar, but then again it could have been his brain making things up as to have another small piece to hold onto from their old lands. He found that he would see things that he thought reminded him of home, only to get lost in trying to discover a memory where he had actually seen the thing before. It was all very confusing – he assumed it was some sort of instinctual coping mechanism. Or maybe it was just him being vulnerable.
"Conri Church, eh? I don’t think we’ve met before. My name is Pilot Haddon. I’m actually a good friend of your mate, Naniko." He had first taken a liking to her when she had come to help Storm’s leader with his pneumonia. It seemed that Phoenix had never really gotten over it though, and he had suffered with a relapse. Things had happened so quickly then – Pilot had to step in to be their leader, only to watch Storm succumb to the fire. In the back of his mind, he wished he would have reestablished Storm instead of Shadowed Sun. But then again, the pack had been falling apart, and he didn’t want to revive it in any less glory than before. "I happened to come across her a few days ago – she’s caring for my children along with Deuce’s help." Of course, he knew Conri would already know this seeing as how he probably had been around Apollo and Sirius more than Pilot had. "It’s nice though, for the packs to be making contact. After hearing of Twilight Vale from Naniko, I was beginning to wonder if other ones had popped up to. Inferni is back, as I’m sure you’re well aware." Skoll seemed to be apprehensive about that, and Pilot couldn’t blame him. That clan was bad news – he wouldn’t be surprised if the wolves heard more of them very soon. "I don’t know of any others yet."
He reclined to his haunches, the smell of dirt potent on his own skin. He looked down to his nails, noting how the dirt had caked under them and dusted them an ashy brown. He blinked, and suddenly remembered something – his necklace. He couldn’t remember where he had placed it, and silently hoped it had been discarded close to his pending den so that he might find it afterwards. "This here is Shadowed Sun, founded by Tayui Aston and myself. We also have Zexion, Kieran, Skoll, Lubomir, and Kyuubi. Old Jaded Shadows and Storm members, mostly. After that, I haven’t seen very many other faces. Have you come across any other packs so far?" After they got things here settled, Pilot hoped that he might be able to get out and explore some more. He was curious where the rest of the Bleeding Souls wolves had wandered off too – especially the members of the old packs like Clouded Tears and Jaded Shadows. How many wolves had been lost to the fire? That, he figured, would never be known for sure.
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