temporary madness

Ever Mayawyn · 07-18-2010, 05:51 PM

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Back dated to the 16th, please. In a meadow surrounded by woodland. 404

It was a hideous day. Again. The sky was the color of sickness, if you could put a name on it. Wisps of dark grey clouds chased each other into dizzying circles, consuming all light that one soul would hope for. A repugnant wind was sweeping it’s icy fingers across the lands, penetrating the trees and the flowers and the woodland creatures who fought their way back to their dens. It seemed as if the whole side of the word was tinted grey with sadness. But that didn’t seem likely.

This wasn’t the first time this type of weather had stung the air and poisoned the sky. Most of the animals in this area were used to it by now and the few that weren’t were too tired that they tried not to notice. The young female was a good example. Her silver pelt seemed dull as the wind buffeted it with a sturdy hand. She lay, unmoving until the sun had reached midpoint and refused to try to rupture the shade of clouds. Finding no other point to lay around, the she wolf stood. Her joints were stiff and her stomach knotted with anxiety. The sudden change of weather took its toll on her body. Her normally curled tail hung limp and straight behind her, mirror her discombobulated figure. One might think she was suffering from depression with her milky, unseeing eyes. But she blinked. The illusion of a statue was broken in a fraction of a second. Eyes clearing, the mistress focused. The sky of course was the number one priority, but it remained to mock her with dark sighs.

Mechanically, the female shook her dull grey pelt, shaking from head to tail tip. Instantly, the black and brown feathered tail curled up, touching the wolves back. Ear perked up at a startling pace and eyes became as see through as crystal but as ashen colored as the sky. The difference was the unusual hew of purple and blue. In just those few minutes she was back again. Ever. With a giddy tail flick she sprinted into the woods, leaving her parents house behind. Legs pumping and much-longed-for muscle aches, Ever hopped a log with a tenacious bond. She could almost taste the meadows fresh air and see it in her mind’s eye -its virginal river which flowed delicious water, the game whose meat tasted untouched. She could hardly wait.

Anatoliy Russo · 07-22-2010, 05:09 PM

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sorry, been...bad.bad.bad.

It was not the best of days, that was to be sure. But the place was not one to be warm and balmy like those other places that came closer and closer to the tropical lines of the planet. They were as good as in the arctic circle they were not already. Not that Anatoliy minded. Not in the least. It felt more like home this way than any island covered in coconut palms could ever feel. Even if the latter was significantly more like a vacation everyday than a war for constant survival. Here, in Nova Scotia, it was more of a day to day fight with boredom, and not so much with finding a meal. Meat was plentiful and fish even more so. The Russo did not find much to do here, alone at least. He had more fun with his new found friends and family, though a few were the ones he wished to spend more time with. Anann was one of them. He did not quite understand what he felt for the golden woman, but he knew that he liked the feeling of it. Not that anyone would found out about it, not the way he was going.

As much as he wanted to go find that woman and just enjoy the presence of her company, he knew he would eventually annoy her completely if he always acted on that desire. So, instead, he lay on his side in a meadow, taking in the very weak sunshine filtering through the heavy clouds. It was not warming, but the air itself was not cold. He had brought a small cheese cloth, inside of which lay a pair of fire roasted fish with salt. Anatoliy had it half opened, revealing a pair of dark tails and a few scorch marks on a sea dwelling body. He stared at it, lost in thought. For some reason, he had taken two fish, as though his mind figured his feet would take him to a companion, Anann or not. Hearing movement behind him, he looked over his shoulder, plainly bored. It was a young girl, or younger than him. Then again, everyone looked younger than him when he towered over almost everyone. "Vhat are you doing over zhere?" he asked, accent still in his tone. His look was slightly amused, but it still looked as though he were about to fall asleep.

Ever Mayawyn · 07-23-2010, 03:01 AM

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Not an issue.
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The ground became slippery as leaves shifted under unusually large black paws. Decrepit sunlight strained from the canopy and dappled the ground of the woodland. A stream whispered a quiet melody nearby and a bird chirped from overhead. The clearing came up quickly, for the she wolf had not realized how fast her legs had carried her. She wished she could have said she expected the other wolf to be there, but she didn’t. Ever’s silver pelt quivered as she jumped when a voice broke the perfect silence on the halcyon. The distinct fragrance of Cours wafted through the air and calmed the female while the male’s words lingered. Her slim figure hesitated on the edge of the woods. This was still Miracles territory; she was sure so she felt like she didn’t have an answer. On a good day she would have said she was merely enjoying the sun, but glancing back up at the ashen clouds she discarded the comment. Her head turned to face the male for the first time and she was surprisingly taken aback. His pelt was made up of rich golds and browns that glittered in the faint sun. Eyes wide, his silhouette was firm and strong. The young female could instantly recognize the Russo scent in his mass. As she awoke from her daze, she bowed her head in embarrassment for she found herself staring. The male wasn’t much older than her but he smelt of another female, it was strong and recent and Ever couldn’t help a flitting glance behind him. Opening her maw, she realized she hadn’t replied to him. Just out for a morning stroll. The silver furred wolf responded truthfully, listening the chiming sound of her voice. The female cocked her head, metallic irises once again admiring the Russo.

Anatoliy Russo · 08-02-2010, 08:19 PM

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Well, the girl was certainly taking a long time to answer him. Anatoliy raised his brows a bit as the seconds ticked by with Ever just looking at him like he was a kind of talking piece of meat or something. Finally, she uttered something, and the hybrid nodded slightly. He was still watching the younger female; she was in her lupus form for whatever reason. It was kind of odd; the Russo took the pack as one where the members preferred their bipedal forms over their significantly more streamlined quadrupedal form. Maybe she had not been born to luperci parents? He raised his eyebrow further at the thought, wondering how many canines around the planet still could not have the full potential of this gift.

Pushing himself up, he crossed his legs beneath him and gestured to the meal he had brought with him. He could not really deny his lessons from growing up to be courteous and polite, especially to women. "If you are vanting somezhing to eat, I brought an extra fish by accident. Vould you like it?" he offered, wondering if the girl would accept or be on her merry way; he had been unsure of what to think of how long her glance stayed on him. It was almost making him nervous, but his thoughts trailed back to Anann and the way her looks made him feel even odder inside. "It is no trouble," he added, hoping to ease any qualms about taking food from a stranger.

Ever Mayawyn · 08-08-2010, 02:54 PM

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It was almost meant to be. The girl wanted to think, as the Russo offered her a fish that she had hardly noticed lying beside him. She covered her discomfort at the sight of the slimy prey with a polite smile, suddenly glad she had caught a red squirrel on the way out. Fish had never and would never be her favorite food. Thank you, that is kind of you but I have already eaten. The female said in a soft voice deep with satisfaction. She wasn’t sure if she should be on her way now or not. Ever had never been much of a conversation starter. Without a glance at the sky, the air smelt of moisture and she wasn’t sure how long the rain would hold off.

Ashen irises barely caught the flicker of nerves in the male’s eyes which filled her expression with hidden concern. What had she done wrong this time? Ever wasn’t selfish but shy indeed. It made her terribly uncomfortable that she knew she had caused harm to anyone.

Anatoliy Russo · 08-29-2010, 04:48 PM

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I'm so sorry about the delay...

The Russo rolled his shoulders, the equivalence of a shrug from his position. He could not tell that the girl was not a fan of fish, nor that she was a shy one; he lacked the astute social awareness that others seemed to harness so easily. The best he could do is be careful with what he said; he had more tact than some, but otherwise, Anatoliy was useless on the social front.

Pushing himself up from his position, he sat, golden eyes on Ever. "Vhat is your name? I am zhinking zhat ve have not been introduced yet," he commented, reaching over and patting the ground beside him. "Please, sit." The fish seemed to bother the girl a bit, so the Russian covered it back up and put the bundle beside him, out of sight. "I am Anatoliy." He was unsure how confident Ever was, so he took it upon himself to introduce himself. "Vhat brought you to zhis place?"

Hopefully, the female would not think he meant to this clearing. Of course, he had meant the pack in general; so few seemed to be born to this place. Perhaps because of its relative newness. Surely more children had to start coming around with the amount of couples. Children were a great addition to any pack. Though maybe in this kind of pack it would be less important to everyone.

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