It is time for prancing
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Life was great for her, and yet some times the lovesick female still had the want to slip away in to the main house light a fire and read a book. She was not tall, nor was she very short, her sister Naniko got the warrior built out of the two of them, while Pontaic was gifted with the hunter’s frame, low to the ground and long. Funny thing about having the hunter’s frame, she really could not hunt, not even fish the human way. The female was way too much of a klutz for be skilled like her beloved, she felt like she had no time to sit and look at a wooden pole to fish. She would rather cook, and read. Beside her pack jobs of scouting paths around the land the female just enjoyed life.


Taking a hand as she opened the door to the University’s Killam Library. Pulling it back the female walked over to the chair and pushed down on it making sure it would not eat her with a load groan from the chair she jumped back. The floor looked more suited for her to sit upon than ever before. She groaned as she sat down, dusting a place away for her to sit upon. Walking over she placed her finger upon the binding of the books, as she knew the herbal books by heart on how they felt and then energy they gave off to her. Stopping she smiled as she gripped the book at the tip and pulled it out, it was rather rugged, but she loved this one, it had photo’s of the plants, They where dusty, but they where photo’s.

Taking her book back, she sat down in the ray of light as she sat down cross-legged, opening the book as she placed her finger on the page, as she started to read. She gave a soft dreamy sigh as she kept on reading. ” An infusion of apple blossoms is used for sore throats, colds.”


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The grayish black hybrid could not shake those art images out of her head and she wanted to try them. She wanted to know how to do those. Already her mind would trace the outlines of creatures, and landscapes when viewing them, already her mind would take in every inch of detail in the bark of a tree, the fur of another, the features and emotions that would be displayed in ones eyes. Maybe, just maybe she could capture those on paper, just like those artists did in those paintings. Curiosity fueled her search and she went about Halifax finding the tools she needed. Already she had the paper, the pencils, though she wasn't sure which ones she wanted to use, and after much decision making thought that maybe the mechanical pencils, they seemed convenient to her. However, they weren't quite the right tool but she didn't know that, and most likely would not care in the long run.

Walking down the street, she noticed the large concrete and stone building that was the library. Her blue hued eyes stared at the large structure for a moment and remembered the time her father had her look at books, as a reference. Perhaps there were guides and references to drawing. A small smile played upon her lips as she thought thoroughly through the decision. Step by step she walked up the large stairway and into the large doors of the library. They made a loud creaking noise as she opened the doors, her eyes took in the amount of dust that seemed to have collected on the tables and shelves, nothing different than the other buildings, but she took more notice in it. Maybe it was the large atmosphere that made her notice it more. Continuing to walk through the doorway, she let go of the door making it slam shut and dust to fly. The loud noise made her jump and look back, luckily, she didn't drop anything. Her eyes took in the place with wonderment, blinking as she tried to figure out where the best place to start would be....So many books...

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I love my Alleykers



Her own voice echoed though the rafters in the great hall, as she flipped through the pages reading the pages in the thick old musky book. The sound of the pages moving as she thumbed through it, made her sleepy. With a yawn, she stretched out trying to read on. Her ivory lids flashed over her sapphire eyes, one once and defiantly more than twice. She shut the big book as she sat it down on her lap as she shimmed down resting her head up against the wall, pulling her hat over her face. It was not long before she was off into dreamland.

There was a loud slam of the door that jolted her from her light sleep, Pontiac jumped up with a quick flick of her wrist she moved her hat back on top of her head. With a cough she finally sat back up, flipping the book back open, she did not want someone busting her one slacking off then where was more than enough work that could have being done around the pack lands and outside of the pack lands. The fingers of the bitch found a random place and pointed it down as she gave a shifty look. Trying to figure out who had come into the big building. She saw the shadow, her hands shook a bit, and fear was starting to pulse though her body. She sniffed the air, the smell of the Pack land washed over her, calming her down. Adonia?! Is that you sweetie?” Oh Pontiac hoped it was, she would hate to look like a foolish old lady that didn’t have a clue about scents of the pack lands and the members in them.

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I know you do Tongue I so smexy!


Adonia was entranced with the building and its tall ceilings and many books. Someone could get lost in here, that was her thought. As she passed an isle she heard the voice of someone familiar, saying her name. Her ears flickered up from their downward position and she stopped backing up to the isle in which she heard the voice. It wasn't there, her eyes looked around almost creeped out. Was she hearing others? Taking a moment she hesitated to speak, "...He-Hello?" She managed to say in a rather unconfident voice. Her nose went through the air, she smelled the packlands, but she couldn't put a name to the scent, however, it was a familiar. The young female was scared that it was someone she actually didn't know, however, whoever it was knew her.

Immediately she began to panic, Shit! This person knew me...but I didn't know them...are they going to think I am a fool for not recognizing them? Her ears pinned back as her mind began to run a hundred miles per hour. All the thoughts were negative, all questioning the others intentions and all of them downing her and her own abilities. The black and beige female began to slowly move about trying to figure out where the scent got stronger and trying to figure out where this voice was from. It wouldn't be long before she found this voice. Only a matter of time now. It took her a moment, the untrained female would find this female, this voice. As she rounded the corner she saw the cowboy hat, and the familiar eyes. A smile came to her as all her fears melted away along with the hot cold flash that consumed her body with fear, "....Pontiac, right?" She said with a cheerful look in her eyes, however, her body was showing that she was still nervous and skittish.

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Pontiac really was a gentle soul. Of course, she has raised her voice a few times here and there when the time had called for it, but really, she would not hurt anyone. Even the darkest of souls, she might turn to someone else for that and see if they would help her but she personally would rather hurt her-self then someone else. She shifted around on her seat pulling her hat off her head, rolling in her hand. She feared that maybe she had gotten the scent wrong and that it was not the Adonias that she thought it was, the one that she called the Valley home her-self. She felt so foolish; she was the old woman who did not know the scents of her fellow pack members. Oh would Jefferson allow her to still live in the pack and be the pack member that she was in love with being.
Then she saw her, the marked woman stood there almost peeking out from be hide the corner of the bookshelves. She felt just a bit more relief fall over her body, as she offered up a small meek smile and she nodded her head to the lady’s question. It was her name. Yeah. You’re pretty sharp!” She laughed softly trying to make the stiffness in the air go away, it felt like each other feared the other just as much as the other one had been. …so how’s life around the pack been for you? I’m really glad you join the pack. [/html]
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Post coming soon...just gotta muster some muse.



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