Theres something telling me

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-11-2010, 09:55 AM

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p. could this be backdated? before the Savi-shehulk madness?

The coy-wolf looked out into the distance, stoic in his posture and his features hardened and each line stiff. There was much to think about, more things to be grateful for but he was worried most of all. He said he was ready for these days, but now he wavered as he always did. Never in front of his mate, for her he would be strong. But alone, as amber eyes scanned across the rolling hills of the northern territory above his home, Heath allowed a single moment of insecurity to seep from his mind and travel to every inch of him. It would flow from his toes, leaving him (or so he hoped), and when he was done he would have none left to return home with.

It was all too soon to tell, if she was truly pregnant, but Heath was becoming more certain as the days passed. Her scent was different, the main indicator that first made the male do a double take as he returned home one day. Since then he hadn’t ventured too far from home, watching closely and yet to tentative to ask it was true or not. He wondered if she would simply know, or if there was someone, a healer of sorts, that she needed to see in order to get the real answer. But he felt it best to simply wait, knowing so little about the ways of a female in such a condition.

But what was he doing now? In the hills with his trusted roan colored mare, alone and without his eye on the female that he loved so dearly? Without speaking his suspicions he could not keep her locked away in their cabin and speaking them would undoubtedly bring anxiety through the roof, and so when she left to visit with friends or take a leasurly stroll so did he. The stables were too mundane for the male when he was uneasy just as he was now, the routine too familiar. He could work with the stubborn painted horse, but then Heath wished for relaxation rather then frustration.

Lumière stood in beside him as he sat with knees bent, her saddle stripped and placed on the grass near the pair. Her dark face was in the grass, nibbling away at the sweet summer strands as Heath looked at the clear bottle that he held in his hand, turning it so that that the contents swirled along the sides.

Kansas Sadira · 08-21-2010, 02:25 AM

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sorry about the delaaaay.

His posture upon the roan horse's back was sure and tall, hands gripping the mane of the best as together they wandered in no particular direction. Kansas rarely left home anymore, busy wih his life as a father and a highly ranked pack wolf (two titles that he had never dreamed of earning). Sometimes, though, he felt quite drained. He did not like to admit this, even to himself. Each time he let himself believe that his life in Crimson Dreams was tiring, he felt as if he had been drenched in guilt. A father should want to be with his mate and pups all the time, should he not? He loved every moment that he spent with his growing family, yet here he was, miles away from them.

He was an introverted being, regaining energy from time to himself, reading books, thinking. His books on the subject of the mind had taught him this idea of introversion and extroversion -- some would consider such ideas foolish, but whether or not they were true, they helped him understand himself better. A small sigh rose in his lean chest, and he exhaled in one soothing breath. He told himself that these hours of solitude would make him a better man for his mate and pups.

The land was sloping upwards from where he and Lexington rode now. Turquoise eyes squinted in the direction of the rise, where two shapes were silhouetted by the sun's light, distracting him from his troubles. He was quite wary of approaching strangers, paranoid that he would fall into unexpected trouble. But something -- his idiocy, perhaps -- drew him up the small hill.

Kansas reigned his horse to a halt, studying the male who rested with a bottle in hand beside a mare strangely resembling Lexington. Almost immediately afterward, he began to regret approaching with a poison of dread coursing through him, for the man he saw made his stomach somersault. Never forgetting a scent, Kansas brought his fingers to touch the scar on his lip, the scar that this agouti wolf had given him. He wished that he could turn back and go home, but it was too late now.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-25-2010, 10:48 AM

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sorry for my own wait!!

Heath looked down at the bottle, the contents riding the sides of the container as he turned it around and around. There were two large and separate parts that spoke to him. One wished of course for him to crack the top and allow him to sip away at the liquor until his head was a clouded daze. Then the other told him that a father shouldn’t drink alone and uncontrollably. They went back and forth and he was even grateful when his attention was drawn away but the familiar hoof steps.

Amber eyes looked up to find the horse and rider. He had thought that there was a rider, though their scent was down wind and stagnant so it took the sound to give him such a clue. It was only when they were close that the Marshal could finally smell the pack that he carried. Crimson Dreams Heath stood, seeing that the stranger was no someone that he could recognize. Faces and smells were forgotten easily, his mind only so big and filled with many other things he deemed more important. he had been lucky the last venture into those packlands, having met only a pup and no one that might remember the fight between him and their alpha.

Of course it was the horse that he looked at the longest, Lumière’s head rose when Heath did and watched the duo approach. His hand gripped the bottle tightly, the hair along his neck rising instinctively. Gruffly he greeted the other male, seeing his pale face and finding it less then friendly. Hey came with a nod of his head. He wondered why he even glared at him, neutral land was free land if the nameless male cared he should have kept walking.

Kansas Sadira · 08-29-2010, 12:04 AM

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Big Grin 300+

Needless to say, Kansas was not good with these situations. It was a struggle to choose his behavior carefully and with maturity. He remembered their prior exchange clearly as if it had happened yesterday, playing it scene by scene as he stared at the other male. Heath only offered him a curt greeting, giving no indication that he recognized him. The fight (if it could be properly called this) had occurred months, or possibly over a year ago. A lot had happened in his life since then, many things changed. Still, the white werewolf didn't understand how the man before him could forget something as obvious as a spar. It was certainly a beacon of a memory to Kansas, probably because it had damaged his pride so.

Admittedly, staring him down was not getting either of the anywhere. Kansas shook his head, turning to glance at his stallion. Lexington was relaxed, sensing no danger here, which was a comfort to the Colonel. This gave him the push he needed to finally find his tongue, and he returned his gaze down to the seated man. You, uh, you don't remember me? he asked flatly, his voice and poise alike stiffened. He again fingered his scar, this time intentionally so that Heath might notice. You gave me this scar. Something else came to mind, alighting angry fire in his turquoise pools. You fought my mate. His hackles had bristled at the recollection of Savina's battle with this person. Feeling himself heat up so, he inhaled slowly, trying to calm himself and think rationally. It would not do to cause another problem, since both he and his beloved were unharmed and happy, their dealings with this man a mere hiccup of the past. He needed to remember his age.

Waiting anxiously for Heath's response, Kansas chewed his lower lip to relieve tension. In the background, Lexington approached the mare, curiously nickering to her with calm interest.

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-29-2010, 10:08 AM

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oh heath... ><

Heath had tried so very had to forget all that happened before he had joined the Miracles pack. It was a time heavily saturated with pain brought on by his father, disappearances of his siblings and fights with many other canines. This male was not the only one that had felt Heath’s fist again his face. And when the pale male approached Heath there was nothing that clicked with the coy-wolf but his tension was instinctively mirrored in the hybrid's gray, brown and black molted form. His paws did not shift in the grass as he stood to face the light blue gaze, his own amber orbs watching but not with memories of fighting but of images that told of a brand new one.

Then he spoke, and Heath’s form nor his gaze faltered. The male’s tone was heavy and flat and when he pointed out the scar the Marshal given him. He was silent, saying nothing still when he spoke of the fight between him and the black fey. Of course it all came back now, Heath could not forget the pains and scars that she had given him. Though the lines were lost among all of those he had gained over the years. I remember you now, your mate gave me.. He trailed as his hand waving lazily across his chest and torso, A few of these, I think. He spoke with a slight grin, he was relieved that it wasn’t as serious as the Dreamer made it out to be. Did the white wolf care so much about a single torn lip that he wanted revenge?

Instead of laughing Heath steeled himself and turned to sit in his previous spot, his mind heavy with other thoughts. Lum had watched the stallion approach, a swish of her tail speaking on her interested. If he cared to join him Heath would accept it, the past was the past, and Heath had finally moved on and he knew that he was quite slow with such things and assumed that this male would have gotten over it as well. He looked back at him, if he had not walked away, For your troubles? Gold and honey eyes looked to him with the bottle lifted.

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Kansas Sadira · 09-13-2010, 11:56 PM

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:3 heath is wonderful. 300+

As he looked the hybrid male over, turquoise eyes trailing by the hard, scarred features of his entire form, he was struck by how different they were. This man probably had more fights in his background than Kansas ever would in his entire life. Perhaps this was what had dulled the other's realization of their spar together, a lengthy list of battles before and after. Kansas had committed the duel to memory because it was the first and only of his life. There were no others to cloud his recollections. He wondered, with a tinge of uncertainty and perhaps fear, what kind of wolf the other really was. There had obviously been a change, but what did that make him now?

The man was silent until Kansas had finished speaking entirely, and then he proceeded to trace with his fingers the blatant scars upon his chest, scars that Savina had created. Kansas's lips twitched with the smile that lie in wait, feeling a swell of pride towards his sable mate. He stared at the scarring, struck by how brutal she had been. Still, the cherub could only admire her — as if seeing the scars himself had made him forget his regret that he had not been the one to put them there. Savina's might was nothing but attractive to him.

The calm about the agouti werewolf dampened his nervousness. He felt no need to prod any deeper, satisfied with the male's final recognition. The last remnants of uncertainty and resentment faded into nothingness as the bottle was offered to him in redemption, an offer that he denied with a small shake of his his head. No, thanks. Instead, he sunk slowly to rest in the softness of the grass, crossing his legs for comfort. Drinking had no appeal right now. He wished to train his full attention upon the still nameless Were, and to get a sense of his character.

So... what's your name? he asked, at last smiling, chuckling a little bit. Sitting calmly with one who had once so fueled his anger, asking for his name — it seemed ironic. Despite the strangeness, Kansas did not think it was misplaced. The dissipation of the grudge gave him a light, content feeling. This was how it should be.

Heath morte dre Soul · 09-14-2010, 11:51 AM

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;D sorry for the shortness

It was his hope that the male would be able to look past his follies. Heath did not expect him to forgive the fight that he had started, and he figured that the while male would walk away at the decline of Heath’s offer. The coy-wolf wasn’t about to expect a pat on the back and a wide grin for his half-assed niceness. Accepting and attempting to forget the past was something Heath was still putting effort towards, he couldn’t ask the Dreaming male to do so in an instant. But the pale lip-scared wolf did sit with him on the grass and ask a simple and slightly friendly question.

There was smile as well, and he gave his own and answered. Heath morte dre Soul French accent layered on each word. The Canadian French voice was rare, having lost it to the more usual speech that many held in the area, but he allowed it to peak through when he spoke his name. of Cour de Miracles. He added for extra openness between him and the stranger. He hadn’t been with the pack when they had met in the past, the pack had been very young those days.

Yours? he asked, trying to be just as friendly. He felt right sitting beside the male, just as he had by meeting Artemis the little Crimson Dreams female pup. It was like crossing a bridge that he had avoided for a long time, and there was relief on the other side. Even forgiveness.

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Kansas Sadira · 10-23-2010, 02:46 PM

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The male introduced himself in a thick, unfamiliar accent. The dialect was pretty and romantic, reminding Kansas of Savina's beautiful Italian tongue. He wondered where Heath had originated, whether the accent implied that he had come from miles across the sea or not. Kansas was still amazed by the variety of dialects he came across; the Marinos', Rurik's, Heath's. He spent his childhood around wolves who spoke in the same way that he did.

Kansas Sadira, he returned. ...Crimson Dreams. He spoke quietly, but genially, wanting to exaggerated neither niceness nor aggression. He was caught between the two, knowing not to venture too far in either direction. Anxiety was returning, and it brought the struggle for words that may as well have been rare jewels. The situation still held a tinge of awkwardness that he wished would disappear from his head, for that was truly the only place it existed. Kansas looked around, as if a tangible sight would help him — and it did. He saw the horses still touching noses, getting used to one another. ... And, eh, what's your horse's name? Then he gestured toward the larger stallion with a slight, shy sweep of his pale fingers. That's Lexington. He came from your home.

Heath morte dre Soul · 10-24-2010, 06:05 AM

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There was certainly something a bit uncomfortable that came to him as he spoke with the male. Their history was muddled and Heath was most definitely embarrassed at the ideas of his younger self. But he had made it a habit of looking to the future and forgetting the past, and he needed to do such a thing once more in the presence of the Dreaming male. Heath had been young, alone and misguided. They were all allowed a few moments to regret, and a thought maybe Heath took more then just a few, he felt like if anyone was to have them he was the man.

Heath felt it more comfortable to now know the other's name, another single step to forgetting the past and to true forgiveness. But the with the question Heath felt like they were moving right along and just as it always did his features and posture perked a bit at the topic of his horses. He was the Marshall after all. I call her Lumiere. once again the native french was heavy in his tone. It means light. Though the roan mare was not light at all, but a deep blue gray in the face and legs, her dappled body holding the only bit of silver and white. But the name had mush more meaning then just something to call her.

He did? From our stock or from the wild herds? There were herds that roamed all over, and since they kept horses his lands seemed to hold a few more pockets of mustangs then other places. But of course Kansas might have picked the horse form the private stables of the Cours pack. It was another common thing, and he would be glad to know that his homelands could extend such a generous gift.

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Kansas Sadira · 10-29-2010, 08:20 PM

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He realized that he had misspoken, shaking his head at himself while Heath questioned him Oh yeah, I meant AniWaya. I get the two mixed up sometimes, he corrected quickly. Cour des Miracles and AniWaya were both just distant packs to Kansas, easy to interchange. Their shared practice of raising horses made them even easier for him to confuse, but he was nevertheless ashamed of his stupidity. He came from one of my sisters herds.

He cleared his throat anxiously and shifted his gaze to watch the horses, comparing one to the other. They were similar in color, a deep roan blue, though Lexington lacked the bright platinum highlighting that the mare sported so beautifully. Lexington was a large, powerful beast, but his demeanor was curiously mild. Kansas was still surprised by how easy it had been to tame the stallion. He would not have known what to do with a feral animal, especially one so big. He had never thought it possible to share a bond with another species, but he had discovered it to be very uplifting in a unique way.

Heath morte dre Soul · 10-30-2010, 11:29 AM

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He understood now and figured that it was pretty easy to make such a mistake. The two packs were notorious for their horse population and for their stables. He was proud of the work that he did each and everyday with the horses of his pack lands, and the stock that he had chosen and worked with. Lumière would be a mother in the future, and she would add to the wolf raised horses that he was accumulating there. It was not easy to select only from the wolf herd, for the time it took to break them was long and hard. AnyWaya has good stock too. I hope to trade with them in the Fall. Heath spoke, paying little attention to the other male’s folly.

Do you have a stable here? He asked, wondering the conditions that the stallion was kept in. A curiosity that the Marshal just could not help or hide.

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Kansas Sadira · 11-06-2010, 10:07 PM

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Kansas admired the wolves such as Heath who kept herds of horses, and longingly imagined himself doing the same. It was undoubtedly a lot of work to maintain the health of so many beasts, which was precisely why he hadn't attempted to raise his own stock. He did not like hard work — he was unspeakably lazy. Kansas could withstand about an hour of labor before experiencing the urge to relax again. Looking after Lexington was enough for him, though he still wished he had the patience and work ethic that keeping horses would require.

He was glad to hear Heath's assenting opinion of AniWaya's animals, though he was not in doubt of Lexington's quality. Kansas shook his head at the question, gaze flickering toward the grazing horses uncertainly. No, not yet, he began, thinking of his and Savina's conversation about Ehno building a stable for them, which had never come to be. Lexington ranged freely, sheltering beneath trees near the Manor when needed; he seemed healthy despite a lack of official quarters, but Kansas couldn't be sure. Should I? he requested, looking at Heath. The man seemed to know his horses.

Heath morte dre Soul · 11-18-2010, 10:17 AM

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The Chancellor had taken many months of reading and learning before he took the responsibility of managing the stables. He had read every book he could get a hold of, and then the hands on learning had begun. Lumière had taught him more then he believed any other creature or book could have. She had been the one to teach him their body language, and she had been a patient teacher.

Heath thought on the male’s question for a prolonged moment before answering. It is always best for the summer, shelter of any kind would be okay. But they will survive without one. He whispered seductively honestly. They would not be native to the area at all if they could not live the winters. Still Heath was hoping to extend something to the male that he had so insolently hit all those months ago.

I have plenty of room if you need a place to board him, if the summer gets too harsh. Heath gave a shrug and a small swig of the bottle.

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Kansas Sadira · 11-22-2010, 12:02 AM

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want to close this? <3

Lexington never seemed discontent with his care. He was robust and healthy now, but that could always change. The stallion had been in Kansas' possession for only a few months, surviving through this summer without misfortune.

The Sadira was quiet while Heath took a moment to figure his answer. The agouti male spoke thoughtfully, with a tone of certainty that must have come from hard-earned expertise on the subject. Kansas' own thinking was corrected, for he thought that shelter would be most necessary during the w i n t e r months when the atmosphere was cold. Not only did Heath's words educate him, but they also enclosed a kind offer. Oh... I wouldn't have known to find him shelter for the hot days, the boy responded, glancing towards the horses whose coats were glistening with sweat, as if to prove Heath's point. So, thanks, he ended with a smile. Who knew — perhaps Heath had saved Lexington from heat stroke.

The waning temperature was the first clue that the hour was getting late. Kansas tapped his fingers on his wrist. It was always after about this duration away from home that he grew anxious. His eyes flickered toward the sinking sun before returning to the Dirty Mudbloods and Squibs wolf. Eh, I need to get home, I think. He sighed tiredly as he spoke. It was nice meeting you the right way. I might take you up on your offer, depending on how the summer goes. Kansas grinned and offered a hand for the other to shake if he held with such customs.

Heath morte dre Soul · 11-29-2010, 02:34 PM

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stupid word filter ><

Heath did feel a bit of guilt for the pain he might have caused the Dreaming pack. It was not something he was proud of and Heath would still hold a good amount of disdain for one that had done that to him. But the alcohol made his eyelids heavy and his mind at ease and Heath could hardly think of anything else that he owed this male. So he was content in the small offer, for that was all it really was, one more stallion in the stables would be nothing for the Marshal. Or perhaps that was just the liquor talking again.

The coy-wolf nodded his head, yes it did seem late and they both needed to return to their homes and mates. Heath shook the pale male's hand in a familiar gesture and gave a smile. Yeah, finally! He spoke with a laugh in his tone. It was a rarity to be able to mend such a tattered first impression, but Heath felt that they had be able to look past the small mishap and see that they were both fairly decent beasts. Golden eyes watched as the pair walked on, and as they melted into the distance he looked at the mare who had turned to him once more and gave her neck for him to hold as he stood.

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