creating something out of nothing

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-14-2010, 01:34 PM

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For Miss Alaine and her little Romeo! Dated for the 13th, if that's alright.

Making her way from Drifter Bay, Clover had spent much of her morning in Halifax. As the first rays of light broke over the horizon, the young coyote awoke finding that she was just unable to cling to sleep any longer. She didn’t mind, however, for she was happy to have just that many more hours of sunlight to be able to go out and explore. She had brought her knapsack with her in case she found anything intriguing, but had left all her other possessions behind for the most part. She had, like usual, clad herself in the familiar denim jeans, jewelry, and white headband and set out from the bay while she hummed away the morning hours.

After exploring for quite some time, Clover decided to venture further south to the shattered coast where she had once met a young man with a bird companion. She had always thought that place was rather beautiful and so once again humming, she made her way out of the city. When she found a place deemed suitable, Clover spread out the purple tapestry she had hidden away in her knapsack and settled down onto it. Perhaps she’d end up swimming for awhile to cool down in the heat of the day, but Clover had every intention of bathing in the sun for awhile. She absolutely loved the way the warmth of the rays seemed to get trapped in her tawny fur, like an invisible blanket. Clover lie on her back, arms stretched up over her head and eyes closed. It didn’t take long for the sun to smother her in radiating warmth and Clover mistakenly found herself being lured to sleep by both the sound of the lulling waves and the comfortable heat.

Caillen Winters · 08-14-2010, 09:32 PM

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The day was soft and light, warn sun filtering through crystal-clear air and settling in dreamy pools of gold on the surface of e'erything. This was a world in which the vagabond truly belonged - A world of stunning veracity, tranquil entrancement, a world without shadows and closed doors. But Caillen was not his usual dreamer's self - Alas, the poor boy had a lot on his mind, and it was mostly to do with and encounter the day previous.

Did loosing one's virginity make him a man? Caillen wasn't sure. He wasn't really sure of anything. Had that woman, Lolita, truly had the power to change him from hapless youth to strong maturity? Again, another question with no answer. Troubled by the unusual inner turmoil his thoughts created, the Merle-pelted youth had barely enough outer-conscious thought that he nearly ran into a tree. Twice.

In truth, he didn't feel that different. Well, he'd felt good; Yes, that was definately the truth. Pleasure was a definitely good thing. But it was as the disappointment after a birthday, when one might realize that age was truly an illusion, and that they'd gained so sublime wisdom from the passing of a single day. So perhaps he was still the dreamer he'd always been, the boy stuck in a young man's fast-growing body. For Caillen stood at a remarkable height, his father's genes permitting the youth outstanding growth, such that even though his blood was mixed with that of collie, he often stood taller than pure-blood wolves. He was a strange sight, too; That motley slate and ivory pelt, tipped with soft tan and gold, those wondrously sky-blue eyes, widened innocently to seek each day as it came.

Unaware of his wanderings, the youth had stumbled out of Halifax in a dreamy cloud of confusion, and found himself wandering aimlessly in the direction of the Shattered Coast. The scent of salt-water was soothing, for it reminded him of his first months of life in the Cour des Miracles packland, where the nearby beaches had sparkled sapphire. Much fun had been had, then, before the ticklish feet had stolen him away. Wander-lust, the need to become a true man, had pushed him to explore.

The sound of music caught the attention of one floppy ear and one erect. Unaware that his feet had chosen to find the source of the humming, Caillen allowed his curiosity to be plucked. Footpaws crunched softly on the ground, his long tail wagging faintly in anticipation. Before the youth could find the owner of such a sweet tune, thought, it ceased, and the world around him seemed awfully silent without it. Frowning slightly, the Optime male continued in the direction he'd been heading, closer and closer to the coast. Finally, he came upon her; In the sunlight she dose, gossamer string of hazy gold whispering across her tawny pelt. She wore strange clothing. Caillen looked remotely down at his own bare-clad body, clothed only in the checkered grey scarf that danced about his neck in the whispering breeze. Sky blue eyes returned to the lady. She seemed to be sleeping, and it felt wrong to stand here, watching her, without her knowledge. It felt like he was looking in on a secret, something he shouldn't know. Sleep was the purest form of vulnerability.

He cleared his throat once. Then again. Then, "Er, excuss me, miss?"

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-15-2010, 10:20 PM

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It wasn’t long that Clover had been lying there before sleep stole her away from reality. She hadn’t meant for her closed eyes to allow her to slip away, but serene state of comfort had coaxed her. In dream land she was back with Juniper Peace, frolicking as a youngster among the large group of hippies. The sound of music filled the air, accompanied by the rich voices and laughter and the sweet smell of cannabis. Her own straw colored eyes met with olive green and the young coyote’s heart seemed to race beneath her ribs. It was a hopeless crush, she knew, but Clover couldn’t help the warm, childish feelings that circulated through her body.

And then, her dream was broken away and the olive green of his eyes seemed to vanish. A voice, distant and yet so clear, seemed to be summoning Clover back to reality. And just like that, she was awake again. Straw eyes blinked the rays of sun that seemed to blind as Clover peered towards the owner of the voice. One hand rose to block the sun, and Clover lifted herself into a sitting position, all the while taking in the view of the young man that stood near her. "Oh, sorry love. I musta fallen asleep." She dropped her hand from blocking the sun and ran it through her walnut hair, combing out any tangles with her fingertips. Eyes, however, never left the boy as she studied his unusual and yet handsome coloring. "Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable," her features soft as she spoke and her other hand gesturing towards the tapestry splayed beneath her. "What’s your name, love?"

Caillen Winters · 08-18-2010, 05:41 AM

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At the sound of his voice, the young lady stirred, her slender frame arching in the sunlight. The youth stirred slightly, offering a smile lest she think him malignant, or worse, creepy. When her head tilted in his direction, Caillen gazed upon sleep-clouded eyes of light goldy-straw, shaded beneath the cusp of one slender female hand. She rose to sit before speaking, and her voice was clear and lovely, flute-music to accompany the soft rush of waves down below. Unable to resist from doing so, Caillen's smile grew genuine, his merry sky-blue eyes lighting with curiosity and a wealth of kindliness. As was his naive nature, the boy assumed always the best of all wanderers, his vagabond feet having trailed the path of fate and brought him here, to smile at this girl with the purest straw-colored eyes he had ever seen.

Her voice rose again, and taking a few steps forward, Caillen accepted her offer of customary politeness and folded his long legs on the richly-embroidered rug beneath her. The threads were a menagerie of colors, all bleeding into one another, and for a moment it's patterns stole his attention. Then, becoming aware that he had yet to answer her question, the young male coughed sheepishly before offering an embarrassed smile. It had been a few days since he'd spoken, and the thick brogue made his voice sound lively and joyful. "Thanks be, miss! My name is Caillen Winters, lady, and I thank you again for your kindness. Others I have met seem less inclined tae show as such." His voice was youthful and accented, those questing sky-blue eyes searching her face in a puzzled manner for a moment. True to his word, Caillen had met many on this strange journey of his, and she, alike some of the rest, was a particularly fascinating and attractive specimen of femininity. "And you, miss? What may I call you by?"

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-19-2010, 02:27 PM

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The youth took her up on her offer and Clover smiled up at him as he knelt to take a seat on the purple colored tapestry, something that most likely would have been displayed on a wall in a previous life amongst humans. Straw eyes studied him in silence for a few moments before he spoke, and Clover noted the lovely way the coloring of his fur seemed to create a perfect harmony. She couldn’t exactly put her finger on it, but there was something strangely inviting about the synchronization of slate and white. "The pleasure is mine, Caillen," Clover responded, eyes drifting from his frame to find the cool blue of his gaze. "It’s always nice to run into another kind heart." She knew all too well what he meant about running into those who were less than kind – she had faced those sorts of people more and more since her departure from Juniper Peace.

"My name is Clover Love," soft reply once again leaving behind the surname she had been given as a child. In Juniper Peace everyone knew of one another, so first names were all that was necessary. Perhaps those she encountered would just assume that Love was the surname, and not her second first name. Clover herself was a fan of that name, since it was one of the values that defined her very existence – one of the essential teachings of Juniper Peace. "This is gorgeous, love. Did you make it?" A slender hand reached out, fingers brushing over the scarf that adorned his neck. Not many Luperci took to wearing human clothing, but Clover always found her hips cover by the denim of her jean shorts. Whenever she found anyone else covered in the fabric of the long dead humans, she was instantly intrigued. The material was soft under her finger tips and Clover smiled as she looked up from the scarf to meet his bright eyes.

Caillen Winters · 08-26-2010, 07:07 AM

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Again, her words stole away his fascination, those ever-blue eyes entranced with the vision of this hippie goddess, her tawny pelt flecked gold in the sunlight, and her mellow eyes lidded entrancing as she look up at him. As with most all he had met thus far, Caillen's immense size made her seem fragile and slender, a whil' o' th' wisp, or a pixie caught in mortal form. Unable to refrain from doing so, the slate and ivory manchild caught himself staring, before dropping his gaze meekly back to the rich violet hues of the tapestry.

"Clover Love." He whispered her name to himself, peeping sheepishly back up at her and offering another shy and goofy smile. "That is a lovely name, miss Clover Love. I've never heard o' one quite like it." Indeed, her calling was strange but wondrous, but who was he to judge? Many found his surname strange, for Winters was the calling of a season as well as that of his mother's bloodline. Caillen had taken her last name rather than his father's, Romano, for his father had been a beastly creature, and Cai wanted naught to do with the likes of him.

Her movement surprised him, and the youth would have recoiled warily from her outstretched hand but for the fact that he was sitting down and the motion seemed awkward. So he simply sat stiffly, unsure of what to do, as her slender female fingers twisted in the checkered waves of his scarf. The article of clothing had lasted quite a white, although its were tattered and in need of repair from constant dragging on the ground as both a pup and an adult. However, he was very fond of the worn old thing, and washed it at every opportunity with loving care. Blue eyes darted, slightly nervous and bewildered with her lack of hesitance, to meet the yellow of her own.

"W-w-well nay, miss, I di'int. B-b-but I found it, see. In an old building. Err, rather, hotel, I mean... Yes, hotel. Found it there." Caillen stuttered awkwardly, as he was prone to when flustered. It was an amusing flaw for a child perhaps, but as a 'grown man', it embarrassed the youth to no end. As a child he had been teased mercilessly for that stutter, and to have it return now, infront of such enchanting company, was mortifying. Desperate to draw attention away from it, the young male gestured at her snug denim pants. "They look nice on you. I mean, er, nae offense, I'm sure you look nice in anything, but I was... Y'know, I dinna think I've seen them before."

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-29-2010, 06:46 PM

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When he spoke her name back to himself, Clover found that she enjoyed the sound it held in his voice. She smiled gently, the soft flush of rose finding her cheeks underneath the veil of tawny fur. Luckily for her, he would not see that she felt somewhat coy in his presence; her light-hearted chattiness would see to concealing any bashful feelings she held. "Why thank you, Caillen," she responded just as softly, glad to hear he enjoyed it just as much as she did. Out of all of her siblings, Clover felt privileged for being chosen to carry such an important second name. Love was such a powerful thing and she did her best to serve the name its justice.

As her fingertips moved gently over the fabric, the boy’s frame seemed to stiffen beneath her. Though often times Clover over stepped the personal boundary many people invisibly established, she never really understood what she had breached. However, Clover became painfully aware of his body language and instantly felt a little more self conscious. She let her fingers fall away then, leaning back away from him to rest gently with her legs folded beneath her. "Oh yes, those human places seem to always have interesting things," she agreed, noticing the stutter that broke up his words. Though Clover was sure she could pick up on some embarrassment he felt, she thought that the slight speech impediment was rather cute, and smiled genuinely back at him.

"Aww, well thanks so much, Caillen. You are too kind, really." He sure was cute, and he offered a compliment that had truly made Clover blush. Once again, she was thankful for the veil of tawny fur to hide these things from him. "So, what’s a handsome guy like you doing out here? Do you live near here?" She was always to curious to find out which packs her acquaintances hailed from. Eventually, Clover was sure she’d enter the ranks of one of the groups in the area; she just wasn’t sure yet.

Caillen Winters · 09-09-2010, 11:02 PM

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Although he was supposed to be grateful when her hand dropped away from his chest (for her proximity was surely shutting off the blood flow to his brain), Caillen felt merely disappointed. His scarf looked dejected without her graceful fingers toying with it's tattered fabric folds. However, the manchild managed to keep his sheepish grin genuine, those incredibly sky-blue eyes keen upon the young lady's pretty features. Her soft agreement made him relax slightly - Either she hadn't noticed his stuttering, or she didn't care to call him up for it. Setting his shoulders straighter (for they'd slumped in dejection when he realized he'd made such a fool of himself), Caillen's white incisors sparkled at her in a wolfy smile. He was indeed a strange mix of wolf and dog - That one floppy ear twitched eagerly to catch the melodic sound of her voice, and the sun danced in the dapples of his collie pelt. But his size! His teeth! Caillen knew himself to be a strange lollybag mixture of breeds, and as such, her interest was welcomed. Being different was difficult, but not always intolerable, especially when it caught the eyes of pretty doves like herself.

His compliment, however awkwardly it had been given, had clearly hit a good note with Clover Love. She replied in that delicate voice, and the youth wondered absently if she could sing. He bet she could, and probably, she had the voice of an angel. While the poor sod waxed poetical in his brain - He fur was cascading gold in the sunlight, her eyes sunlit dew - for he was a Romeo, to heart, his maw remained affixed in that lopsidedly charming grin. There was no way such words could ever pass by his maw without them being all ruined by his own fallacy, this Caillen knew, and so he kept the little sweet-thoughts to himself.

Her question made him pause momentarily, sky blue eyes wandering vaguely to stare off into a memory as thought of home pervaded thoughts of miss Clover Love. Home. He wondered if Mama was angry at him, for departing the way he had... A brief sense of guilt stole over his handsome face, easily read as the pages of a book. Caillen was never very good at deception, and in truth, her was a horrible liar. Another thought caught his attention - If she was a coyote, which he now assumed her to be, then perhaps she'd not like the mentioning of his home? Ah, he didn't know, and this silence was making him seem mute!

"N-no... I dinnae come from here, miss Clover Love. I-I come from, err, from the Cour des Miracles pack." His gaze lifted to hers, seeking any disappointment or disapproval, and he quickly babbled on, "But I left, see, 'cause I needed tae wander. My feet got the itch. I am wanting tae see the world, miss! Or some of it, anyway." His voice faded off at the sentence's end, wistful eyes clinging back to her demeanor as the tall youth shuffled his weight slightly, re-crossing long legs. "What about you, miss? Where do you hark from?"

Clover Love Lykoi · 10-13-2010, 03:16 PM

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When the words fell from between her parted teeth, Caillen seemingly took a moment to think over his response. However Clover didn’t mind the silence that fell between them. Instead, she took to opportunity to let straw colored eyes dance over his unusual, yet gorgeous appearance. She just didn’t understand how one could be made with such colors in perfect harmony – he was a lucky boy to possess such natural attractiveness. Though she had pulled away, sitting again on legs crossed underneath her small frame, there was some compulsion for her to reach out again and instead let her fingertips gently brush along the slate blue and cream. Somehow, it all seemed so inviting and Clover had to fight the strange impulse to cuddle close to him.

Finally, it seemed as if the youth had decided on words, and Clover’s attention was stolen from his appearance. She concentrated on the meaning, smiling softly as he stuttered once more, and generally appreciated the hint of an accent his words carried. She had heard of the pack he spoke of before but she had never wandered to its borders. Perhaps one day she might find herself there, but it had never really crossed her mind as a travel destination. For now, it seemed as Clover had stuck to rather simple, familiar routes. "Oh, did you leave for good, love? Or is it just a little journey?" If he was a loner now like she was, then Clover thought that perhaps she’d invite him to stay with her. After all, the boy would need a place to sleep at night, and it would be nice not to be alone. "I’m from a small group of lovely people known as Juniper Peace, though I’ve left them now. I came here in search of my siblings, but I haven’t found any of them. Right now I just live on my own, though I’ve heard rumors that my dad lives in one the places nearby." She was afraid to go into specifics, in case she might say something wrong. Clover by no means knew a lot about the area, but she was starting to catch the subtle hints that perhaps Inferni wasn’t held in everyone’s highest regard.

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Because her straw-gold eyes were watching him intently, Caillen busied his large clawed hands in the folds of his scarf, wicked claws innocently picking at small twigs that had lodged in the checkered material. He was afraid to meet her gaze; Afraid that he mightn't be able to look away. Afraid because women were unpredictable, and he seemed a magnetic for their impressive mood-swings. Not wanting to be rude, the gentle giant peeped up at her question, managing an offhand shrug.

"I dinna ken, lady," He said honestly, sky-blue eyes drifting out hazily to the woodland around them, "I might. But... But the itch, it has me; Perhaps I did leave for good, and just didn't ken it at the time." The words were simple, but surprisingly firm, as if the youth had suddenly made an important decision. A meager weight seemed lifted off his shoulders. He had left everything behind, and it had been like shedding baggage - Only loyalty and love for his mother would be strong enough to lure the young man back to his supposed pack, sooner or later. But freedom called to him now, and were it not for the niggling to see the world, perhaps he might never have met the alluring lady Love. Drawn back to the present, owlish blue eyes were drawn back to Clover's seated form, a moth to the flame of her slender prettiness.

Bewitched by her voice, the oafish Romeo listened acutely to Clover's words, picturing in his minds eye a hazy figure of some distant family of hers. Juniper Peace. He condemned the title to memory, smiling at the reclining lady with boyish charm. Oh, the things he was learning in this place! He knew of the presence of other packs, other groups such as her Juniper Peace, but never before had he ventured alone from Cour des Miracles packland. He longed to see these other packs, see how they lived, see who they harbored. Perhaps he'd find some solace, ease the itch, if he wandered far enough. The restless soul considered his female companion curiously a moment, before speaking.

"Your Father, miss? You dinnae ken him?" Perhaps they had something in common, then. If she wished to find her family, the boy gauged that maybe he could be of some assistance - Protection, if nothing else, for his Mama would say it t'wasn't fitting for a lady to travel alone through woods like this. And what the boy lacked in fighting prowess, he could certainly make up in intimidating size. Caillen had never had to fight for his life before, of for anything he held dear, but to be certain a formidable sight he would make. "How long hae you been wandering out here, alone?" Brogue was quieter now, not wanting to offend her by insinuating that she mightn't be able to hold her own in a place such as this. It was highly likely the lithe fairy-lady had better fighting skills than the mottled wolfdog, after all.

Clover Love Lykoi · 10-25-2010, 11:59 PM

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Straw eyes watched interestedly as he spoke, though there was something in his words that made it sound as if he were speaking out loud to himself, rather than in response to Clover; something in his tone to make it seem as if he had just come to some realization. His gaze had been diverted away, most likely absentmindedly studying the scenery, but Clover’s did not leave him now. She wondered what the boy’s story was, and it took her a few moments to detangle his words and truly appreciate their meaning. At the same time, she again wondered about the origin of his curious style of speech.

The cool colored eyes flicked back to her when she spoke of Juniper Peace. At his questions, Clover merely shrugged. In some ways, she didn’t know her father. There was still much about him that she needed to learn, though she wasn’t sure if Razekiel would be willing to tell. "I’ve meet him before, if that’s what you mean. He lived in Juniper Peace for awhile, before he came to this area." Things she didn’t know about him was what scared her the most. Was Razekiel a murderer, as some had suggested? Clover just couldn’t bring herself to blame him for the death of her sister, even if he had disappeared from the group the same night. She just didn’t want to accept that he was capable of such a thing. Caillen’s next question brought her away from her thoughts, though, and Clover was grateful for that. If her mind remained on the tangent idea of her deceased sister for too long, she was sure tears would begin to spring forth.

"A couple of months now." She had arrived in Nova Scotia in the month of May, and had been floating around ever since. She just couldn’t bring herself to seek out Razekiel, and yet she couldn’t leave either. For now, she remained rooted to the area and continued to live alone in Drifter Bay. It was so vastly different from Juniper Peace that Clover often found herself bored literally to tears when there was no one around to converse with. "It gets lonely, love." She didn’t mean it as a warning, but perhaps in some ways it was.

Caillen Winters · 10-29-2010, 06:21 AM

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Her answer confused him. If her father had lived with her in her old pack, then why had he left? Father's weren't supposed to leave - That was what he'd assumed, having had no father of his own. Naive yet surprisingly thoughtful eyes took in her countenance after that sentence, and detected the solemn shades of emotion that drew in about the pretty young lady. He wondered what she was thinking, and why she was sad, and why anyone would have it in their hearts to bring sadness to such a wondrous creature.

However, questions along that line of inquiry would surely do more harm than good, and Caillen was relieved to see her distractedly perk up at his following question. A few months! On her lonesome? But she looked so... So fragile! He wondered if he should warn her about the barbarian Inferni clan that was supposed to inhabit lands near this one, not that he knew any of the specifics. It was an ingrained stipulation that the young male could not be rid of - The coyotes of Inferni were said to be cold-blooded killers, and the thought of Miss Clover Love wandering into their domain frightened him as much as the prospect of himself wandering into their domain after her. However, if she'd been a loner for a couple of months, which was longer than he, then surely she would know of such things by now... Cai didn't want to insult her intelligence on such matters.

At her final words, the gentle giant's floppy ear pricked, detecting a note of seriousness beneath the calm exterior of the lady. Her words worried him somewhat, but the youth couldn't explain why - It was almost as if she had imparted some lasting wisdom on him, as if she'd seen into his vague future and known what lay ahead. The wolfdog's attentive sky-blue gaze focused on her for a moment, his large ears flopping down again submissively. "Aye, miss." Although in his foolish heart, Caillen didn't believe her. He was an adventurer. He would never get lonely, or long for the placid packlife ever again! Filled with that false bravado, the young man respectfully held his opinions at bay. Clover Love didn't seem lonely - She seemed really wonderful! Really truly brilliant!

But females were a fickle and confusing specie. He surely didn't want to offend her, not when she'd been so gracious as to let him sit awhile on her pretty purple woven-thing.

"Miss Clover Love..." His voice was hesitant, clawed hands sheepishly fiddling with his scarf as though all his attention was focused upon it, "Could I... If you needed... Could I perhaps help you with somethin'? I mean, you've been real nice tae me, miss, and I'd liken if I could repay you." He didn't want to insult her by insinuating she needed his help, but if the lady was to spend more time about this area, at least he might help her retrieve some firewood or construct a small pine shelter, as his Mama had used to do when they'd spent nights in the forest.

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Her final words left a small silence that hovered between them for a few moments and which seemed to accentuate the underlying warning of her words. Clover was a social creature – not one meant to be alone like this for as long as she had. Somehow she had managed to survive so far, but it had begun to wear on her. She wouldn’t be able to stand this kind of life for much longer. And she definitely wouldn’t wish something like that on someone as kind and sweet as Caillen.

His soft voice brought her attention back to the present. Darkened ears turned to catch the words that followed her name, while straw colored eyes danced upon the hands that fiddled with the checkered scarf before rising to find that calming blue. What came was a request, and Clover was somewhat surprised by his words. He wanted to do something for her? But why? She hadn’t done anything except for sit and talk with him. Still, she couldn’t help but smile lovingly back at the boy, for it was such a grand gesture. Surely she didn’t deserve such kindness, but it was a lovely remainder of home and so she clung to it.

"Oh, Caillen," her voice soft as it drifted on the coattails of a sigh. A hand reached out, gently finding the side of his face before slowly scooping under his jaw to turn his head just so. Leaning forward to close the gap of space between them, Clover planted a soft kiss on the boy’s cheek before she let herself fall away again. "You’re such a lovely boy," and the girl’s features seemed to beam with the radiance of a bright smile. "I would love that."

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The sweet lady's response was an utter surprise. Having expected a) some sort of chiding for suggesting such a thing or b) a positive response in which he might be able to revel in her company for just a little bit longer, the slate and ivory boy was more than shocked as her sigh clung to his floppy ears. Eyes of brilliant sky-blue hue lifted, owlishly round, to meet straw and gold gaze as the petite girl lifted a hand towards the gentle giant, resting the small cup of her palm against his chin to tilt it slightly. And then, she leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek! Him! Caillen's wide eyes blinked in surprise, and a deep blush colored the skin beneath his ivory cheek-fur. Curses, what if she saw him blushing! If only the fur on his face was a darker color...

The tall youth hunched sheepishly, darting a look at the pretty maiden and smiling gingerly to himself. One large clawed hand lifted to rest where, moments prior, her lips had. A small, bewildered chuckle escaped his furiously blushing maw - through the shorter hair surrounding the smooth wet skin of his black nose, the pink color could clearly be seen.

"Gosh, miss... Gee... T-t-that's real nice o' you, miss." The muttered words were full of a peculiar mixture of happiness and embarrassment, but Clover's brilliant smile quickly chased away any gloom he might have felt for appearing such a fool. She sure was pretty when she smiled like that! Caillen had only ever met one girl who'd been as nice to him before - She'd been his very best friend, in fact. The thought of his first crush sobered the youth momentarily; She'd broken his heart. Nice girls were the easiest to fall for, but they also hurt the most on collision with the ground.

Thankfully, the momentarily lapse of memory had cleared up his goofy blushing. The slate and ivory wolfdog smiled back at his new companion, his large white incisors glinting in the sunlight - They were malicious looking, and could hardly have been more unfittingly placed than in the charming oaf's boyish grin. Filled with energy from his brush with the lady's affections, Caillen leaped to his feet, surprisingly graceful for his size. Blue eyes dazzled with potential puppy adoration, and excitement to get started on whatever the lady Clover Love could possibly want him to do. "Where would you hae me start, miss Clover?" One large hand was offered down to her reclining form to help her rise, if she so wished.

Clover Love Lykoi · 11-20-2010, 12:32 PM

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She couldn’t explain the satisfaction that she got from seeing the blush of rose on visible skin and the look of wonderment as a large clawed hand explored his own cheek, having caught the boy completely by surprise. That adorable stutter returned to his words, and it seemed impossible for Caillen to express what he was thinking. Clover just merely sat and smiled, somewhat pleased she was able to have this affect on him (though not in a manipulative way). Somehow, he seemed energized by her action. The boy was quick to jump to his feet, and with grace that seemed otherwise unlikely for someone of his size. He offered a clawed hand to Clover, and she gratefully accepted and was easily lifted to her feet. Once up, the girl stooped to gather the purple tapestry into her arms.

What could she have him do? Had they been closer to her little shack, she would have perhaps had him help her with something there. But the two were situated along the Shattered Coast, and Drifter Bay was still quite a little trek away. There were several things she thought she could ask of him that wouldn’t be too difficult, such as maybe collecting some firewood or even hunting something for food, but in the end she’d still have to cart it back to her home. Would it be too much to ask him to come along with her? She surely wouldn’t be able to carry such things herself, but his size could be of great aid. And yet, if he did come with her, wouldn’t it just be easier to have him do a small task or two once there? Clover really wasn’t sure what to ask of him.

"Hmm, why I don’t know for sure, love." Straw eyes danced around the scenery, as if looking for the answer there. When nothing came to her, she lifted her gaze back to the cool blue she already loved so much. "Would you like to spend the night with me?" She asked, oblivious to any connotation it might carry. "I think I could have some great use for you around my home, if you didn’t mind walking with me there. It’s a bit of ways, though." Darkened eyes drooped slightly to her skull, embarrassed to have to ask such a thing of him. But really, Clover was at a loss of what else she could ask of him. Was this going too far? Had she stretched his invitation farther than he had meant it?

Caillen Winters · 11-20-2010, 10:19 PM

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She took his outstretched hand, and the coyote's palm was dwarfed by his own. Caillen thought little of his size and general strength. He was a notably humble persona, more through naivety than anything else, but liked to think of himself as willing to help. Especially, willing to help pretty ladies like her. When Clover sprang lightly to her feet (for her graceful movements, no matter how lithe the wolfdog was, surely made him look a clumsy dolt), Caillen immediately stepped back to give her space. The strict rules of how to react with the opposite gender were carved in stone in the youth's mind - His mother had taught him thoroughly of the manners required to treat a lady proper-like. To crowd her would be to insinuate himself as being an improper fool!

The boy looked down at her with a charming grin, his lopsided ears flicked eagerly forward to hear what Clover had to say. He wished to impress her any way possible; Through his strength, if she wished him to cart something, or perhaps through his persistence and agility if she wished him to hunt. Caillen hunted very rarely, and lived off as little fresh meat as he possibly could. When he did make a kill, the youth was thorough in making sure every last bit of the animal was used, so it would not have died in vain. He wondered if she would think that odd - Many other canines did. But it was the way of his ancestors, and the way he would stick to.

His sky-blue gaze followed her golden-straw one, traipsing their surroundings to look for something starkly obvious. There were trees, but he had no axe with which to fell them; If she wanted kindling, perhaps he'd be able to break off some of the larger birch-branches...

Wavering attention was brought back to the pretty lady by her lyrical voice, the gentle giant smiling in eager expectation of a task to further win her favor. However, at her blunt question, he seemed to go into a momentary coma - Still smiling, blue eyes still sparkling, but motionless as romantic brain short-wired the concept. Now, Caillen had had similar prospects before, and were it not for his run-in with a few more domineering members of her gender, his innocent brain would never have leaped to the stark insinuation that it did. But, alas, that was the case, and a sudden blush turned the ivory of his inner ears red. However, Clover continued talking, and thankfully her eyes had dropped from his face such that she might not have seen his utterly embarrassing reaction.

Caillen quickly came to the conclusion that Clover had not meant what he had thought. At least, he thought that she had not thought what he thought she meant to think. In any case, her lovely smile had disappeared, and she seemed troubled by his lack of an answer. His tongue felt like thick bark. "I... Err... Well..." Come on, you idiot! Spit it out! "O-of course! Of course that would be good. Fine. Yes, of course I will!" Oh, smooooth.

With a mental face-palm, the youth shook his head slightly, before allowing a more genuine smile to breach his white incisors. It was an innocent invitation, and he would have been an insensitive fool to turn her down. Wanting to smooth over his awkward blunder, Caillen held out his hand towards the tapestry she had bundled up. "Please, let me carry that for you miss Clover." He would wait for her to lead the way, and then spring into merry step beside her. What a peculiar pair they would appear, walking together through the woods!

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Clover Love Lykoi · 11-30-2010, 08:11 PM

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I figured we can fast-foward to where they are at her shack? :o

The silence that fell after her request made Clover want to grimace, but delicate features remained balanced as she waited eagerly for his reply. She was almost sure she had gone past the acceptable distance of his invitation, and thus couldn’t bring herself to let straw eyes study his features. When he turned her down, she couldn’t bear to see the cold stone rejection in those vibrant eyes of his. When he first begun to speak, and the words of hesitation were mumbled past parted teeth, Clover’s darkened ears began to fall against her skull. She had been stupid to think he would want to travel such a long distance with her, only then to perform whatever task she asked of him. Of course he would say no.

"O-of course!"

Straw gold eyes lifted, tentatively searching the large boy’s features for a hint of sarcasm, or anything that might betray his words. Of course, she found none and Clover was instantly soothed. Ears sailed to the air again as her features lit up, the smile returning. He had decided to come, even though her proposal had been ludicrous. "Really? Great!" Her fingers played at the edges of the purple fabric held in her arms, as her eyes searched the area around them. She had to make sure she wasn’t leaving anything behind.

At his offer, Clover handed over the bundled up tapestry. "Thanks, Caillen. That’s really sweet of you." She turned to grab her small knapsack, before slinging it over her shoulder. Now that her things were gathered, they were ready to head back to Drifter Bay. "Wonderful! It’s this way, love," she chimed, heading off in the relative direction of the city. By scooting just north of it, they would cut some time and hopefully be back to Clover’s little shack in no time.

Caillen Winters · 12-01-2010, 12:46 AM

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She let him take the tapestry, and Caillen did so as if it were a great treasure (which, to those humans that might have found it had the whimsies of fate played differently, it probably was), holding the silky violet bundle underneath one muscular arm. Clover thanked him prettily, and the slate youth beamed down at her, his lopsided grin charmingly boyish and goofy. The gentle giant stood patiently as she gathered the rest of her things, which entailed a pretty little bag, before stepping aside to allow her to walk past him. Like an obedient dog, pardon the pun, Caillen then fell into merry step beside the daintier figure, who seemed to know precisely where she was headed. The boy wondered how many times she had taken this same path.

They walked for a timeless while in companionable silence, Caillen attempting to be as gallant as possible by leaping ahead to pull back branches that protruded across her path so that the pretty 'yote could walk through. His tall figure vibrated with excess energy. The youth figured that he should put some of his bulk and energy to good use; If Clover had've wished it, the boy probably would have laid down in a puddle just so she could walk across without getting her footpaws muddy. He pondered her size - If he'd known how to transform directly into Secui form, he probably could have offered her a ride back to wherever, for no doubt his bulk in that body would have been comparably large enough. But as he'd never taken that form before, and had no inkling of how to accomplish such, the prospect remained a mere thought.

The pine trees filtered light through their spindly fingers, creating pretty dapples on the ground and on Clover's golden-yellow hair. Finding his blue eyes entranced, Caillen cleared his throat, determined to keep from making a fool of himself by having her catch him staring. "Miss Clover?" The boy's long strides slowed their energetic pace to stop himself from bounding about her in circles. He tightened his grasp on the tapestry before continuing, "Miss Clover Love, what're you going tae do, when you find yer father?" As he spoke, the trees thinned out, and judging by the slower pace Caillen assumed that they were nearing the destination of her makeshift home. "D'you think... D'you think you might stay hereabouts, miss?" He wondered if he'd ever run into her again, after this time spent with her, and hoped sincerely so.

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Clover Love Lykoi · 12-15-2010, 08:12 PM

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Thanks for putting up with me and my constant slowness. I really enjoy your writing, as well as this thread! <3 I also just noticed that it's from wayyy back in August, coincidentally on the night before Clover's birthday. Now if only they had party hats. XD

From the moment the young coyote had laid eyes on the mottled blue boy, he had been nothing but sweet and generous towards her. She couldn’t have imagined that their interaction along the coast would have led them here, but it seemed so easy and natural that it had. They both seemed to be rather optimistic, upbeat souls, and that was something Clover had begun to realize was hard to find in this world. Caillen made Clover feel as if she were back home in Juniper Peace again, and their rather long walk from the coast to her shack in Drifter bay was something so serene she could hardly put it into words. He wouldn’t ever realize how much this meant to her, even though it was something so simple. Today, the little girl’s heart had been eased and she didn’t feel so plagued by the knowledge that she was rather alone in the world.

He had been too kind to her, and she appreciated every moment of it. The boy was quick to jump to her aid, without her having to mumble a word. Of course, she was not as fragile as some of his actions made her out to be, but she smiled at his intentions anyhow. At the sound of his interestingly accented voice, Clover chimed back, "Mm?" He posed a reasonable question, one which Clover wasn’t sure how to answer. Perhaps it was good of him to ask, for she’d have to think of her options sooner or later. "Well, I don’t really know, love." Her darkened ears fell somewhat closer to burnt orche hair, and Clover let her pale straw gaze find the bulky form of the boy. "I might decide to stay where he is living, if it’s not too far from here. Just so I wouldn’t have to be alone. But," there were many things that remained unanswered which would also sway her decision, "maybe I would stay here."

They had arrived, it seemed, and the woods were beginning to thin all while the small outline of her shack was coming into view. She had hardly noticed before, but the sun had sunk low in the sky and begun to paint the clouds in brilliant magenta and gold. It would be dark soon, and Clover hoped Caillen might be able to collect some firewood before night fell.

"It’s not much, but its home for now," she chimed softly, hoping he wasn’t used to something much grander than this. "Let me put my things inside, and then we can start a fire?" She looked up towards the boy’s brilliant eyes expectantly, a soft smile finding her mouth. Somehow she knew that they would have a rather lovely time.

Caillen Winters · 12-19-2010, 08:49 AM

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table © Alaine
ooc: honestly, it's not a problem to me at all. you give fair warning that you might not be able to post often, and that's respectable enough :3 besides, I love RPing with you, darlin' <3
awww, caillen, you should have baked her a cake! moron *swats him*

He was surprisingly nervous about her answer. It had been a long time since Caillen had had a friend - A real, good, actual friend. Not a smile-hello stranger, or any of the bizarre reflections of friendship that many people seemed to have. A real friend was much more difficult to find, but he could sense the potential for one within her, and was reluctant to let the idea of that friendship slip away from him. Besides, she had such pretty eyes, especially when she smiled, and he would have liked to see her smile again after tomorrow.

Their parting ways was inevitable - She had a father to find, and he had adventure to chase. But for now, he could pretend at least that they were real, actual friends.

His question seemed to make her sad, and Caillen instantly regretted the asking of it. But Clover answered in her pretty voice, and the oaf listened solemnly, nodding to her sentiments. Indecision was a cruel mistress, but he had faith that she would find her way. Her last words bloomed hope in his heart. Maybe he would see her again after all.

As the gilded rays of the dying sun blazed through the trees, they came to her quaint little dwelling. It instantly enchanted Caillen; Like a dollhouse, with her being the doll. He felt very tall, which made him slightly uncomfortable, but at the young Lykoi's words any signs of unease were wiped from his expression. A cheerfully lopsided grin donned his maw, revealing the wickedly large canines therein. "Yes, miss, o' course. I'll just take tae getting the firewood, then." His gaze met hers reassuringly, before the gentle giant handed over her tapestry, his large clawed hands holding the thing as though it were fragile as eggshells. That completed, Caillen shot the pretty golden-haloed girl a final charming smile, before heading back into the trees.

Giving her ample time to do within the shack as she saw fit, the slate wolfdog put his size to good use gathering large branches from the forest floor. If she'd an axe, he might have felled some of the pines for storage for her for winter, but instead Caillen broke the long and spindly pieces of wood into more manageable chunks by snapping them beneath his large footpaws. He made three trips into the dark trees as the sun sank lower, creating a rather impressive tumble of wood out in front of Clover's shack. The work loosened his lean muscles, and made the brute feel more at ease. With a final armful, the youth headed back to Clover, just as the sun's final rays flickered in the treetops.

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