The day she came home was a beautiful day
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Character Name: Vesle Soul
Character Birthdate (including year): 23 September '09
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: 50% arctic wolf (Canis lupus arctos), 50% grey wolf (Canis Lupus)
Gender: Female
A secondary form of contact: AIM: Maritkb
Currently played characters: Dawali Amara


Her legs were sore, and her pelt was thin; thinner than it should be, even for this season. But, then again her fur had never been particularly full. She granted her sores and other afflictions no attention, but merely focused on keeping her mind calm and empty as the scents of Dahlia entered her nostrils and lingered long enough there for her to register them. None of them were overly familiar to her, even if she did recognize them. Conor's was thick around here, and she noticed how it was similar to Emwe's, which both calmed and upset her at the same time. She moved carefully and silently, but halted once she realized that she was close to trespassing. Was she trespassing? How long had she been away? It felt like an eternity, and not. But was she not family, still? She did not know any of her family members well. Sure, they had taken care of her, and she knew them to an extent, but there was little they knew of her, and now, everything could have changed. Everything except how she was exactly the same, and not. So small and timid was she, as if she were still a young child, even though she was not. Her mother had been small for a female, she remembered, but Vesle was simply tiny. Her little luperci feet stood still and her tail quivered as she thought, ears halfway raised and halfway flat. Finally, she let out a high-pitched cry for Conor's attention, and planted her tiny bum on the ground, knees drawn up towards her chest. Clutching the misplaced book of pictures and children's stories in a strange and foreign language, she looked as if that was all she had in this world. And perhaps it was.

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Fwee <3



         It was the voice of the little girl that always had carried the grieving clouds of rain within her entire being. The world was not always beautiful, and the young leader knew that Vesle had seen cruel things too early in life. She had been maimed. He had seen it in the quiet silver within her somber eyes. He had seen it in her shy velvety gray form. This was one of the reasons why he had let her go those months ago where Brown and stained silver sought a different horizon away from Dahlia de Mai. Conor was the gate keeper, but it was not his place to overrule destinies that belonged elsewhere. Her voice drew him as the moth drew to the scorching flame, but she was soft and harmless and provided him only with sorrowful contentment when those lilac hues finally found her small, seated form.

        
Arms painted in cream and caramel opened as the Dahlian stepped towards the child that no longer was a child.
”Vesle.” Her name was spoken in a breath several shades warmer than the coming whispers of autumn. He was not her father and would never try to be, but it was with a father’s loving voice he spoke. He reached for her, wanted to pull her up from her lonely seat and embrace her. He wanted her to know that she had been missed sorely.





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Big Grin

He found her quickly, and he looked the same as she remembered. Still, as he approached her, she was in a good position to study him. She stared at his form as he walked up to her, trying to see whether he was different at all. As a younger person, she had looked at him and tried to see the little features that were similar to his brother, or his father, or even Mew. Family features, things that she found few of in her own face. Perhaps it was so, that even these things, the things that marked her as one of them, had abandoned her. They were there in Keeleigh and Dexter, but not in her own, small face. Or so she thought. She hadn't seen herself in a long time. She rose to stand up once Conor was close enough, and shot him a small smile between closed lips when he spoke her name. The book was still held closely, tucked behind crossing arms along her stomach as if for defense, but her tail gave a subtle swoosh behind her at his voice. "Hello, Conor," she said politely, not knowing if she was addressing the Alpha or her cousin, even if his voice did seem kind to her. She saw how he moved, but she did not react, awkward in her return, and at the difference in her person since she had left. He had been an adult, then, one of the people she had to obey in their household, and now he was.. a relative? And still her alpha. In a sense, nothing had changed. "I came back." Her voice spoke the words as carefully as the small movements of her body were executed, and the sentence did not fly far outside the space between the two cousins. The young girl blinked at him once or twice, clearly not intending to say anything more. It was childlike, in a way; an effect not lessened by her small stature.

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        Yet something held him back. She rose on her own and her smile seemed a bit reserved, though it was not new. He felt uncertain though, but his arm rose so that a cream hued hand could touch her silvery arm. Even if she did not, he had always thought that he could see similarities between her and himself. She had been too young when the blissful world that children lived in was destroyed. He had managed to climb out of darkness, but he could not see if the girl was healing. She had returned, that had to mean something. She stated the obvious and the lavender orbs of the alpha smiled. ”You did,” His gaze wanted to wander in pursuit of his own sibling, but remained on her. ”It is good to see you,” he said honestly, though a question followed close after. ”Where is Emwe?”



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Big Grin

She was awkward in many ways, but perhaps she would thaw to them. She could not remember ever having done so, but surely there must have been times when she was happy, as a small puppy. And then, these personalities, Conor included, would have been her family, and her reason for happiness, but it all seemed strange to her now. She sent him another smile as he showed her his affection, and imagined that she might be able to see some of it in his eyes. This time, the smile was broader, but still she was quite tense, even if her ears lifted a little before settling again. "It will be good to be back, I think." Her gray irises shifted at the mention of the Alpha's brother, having hoped he would not ask. She knew that he would, but she had hoped nevertheless. Hope had never pulled through for her before, though, so she should have known it would not this time, either. "He stayed when I went. I don't know if he noticed until I had gone." A sorry lie. Emwe knew, he just didn't care, she was certain. A small moment passed before she sucked air through her nostrils and flashed the alpha another small smile. "It smells nice here, like I remembered."

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bare akseptere og title na opp nå å di <3



         She seemed uncertain, but he wanted to believe. The young alpha merely nodded, wishing for nothing but to help encouraging her to believe that this was the right decision to come back to the place where she had been born. There were memories here, but they could not all be tainted with her sorrow. Lavender eyes wandered away from her form when it was made clear that Emwe was not coming back. He did not believe in her words entirely, for he believed that he knew his brother. This was a fact he had to accept and get past. His cinnamon and cream head nodded slowly, though the topic was quickly changed. It was alright, he would not question her out. It was not time for that. Perhaps Vesle would open up in time.

        
Her words brought the warmth in his smile back. ”Yes, we’ve had a lovely summer,” he replied. The heavy fragrances of flowers lay in an invisible veil over the pack lands. It had been a beautiful season. She had missed out on it, but he believed that it had been good for her. ”Everyone will be happy to see that you’re back, Vesle,” he then continued, eager to have her cross the invisible line and be part of Dahlia de Mai. ”Your room is still available if you want to move in with us again, but,” the male smiled. She was no longer a small child. Perhaps she did not want to live together with them anymore in the house. ”if you want to settle elsewhere, we’d understand.”




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Big Grin

By the second, she felt less and less insecure in her cousin's presence. How long had she been gone? Not that long, probably, but everything felt strange and familiar here at the same time. Conor was kind, she knew that. They were all nice to her, so why did she feel so strange about it? She needed a slap across the face, probably. The alpha said they'd had a nice summer, and she said nothing, remembering her own summer. It had been nice, but not all the time, and it was certainly broken now. Gray irises looked behind Conor in glances, as if she could remember the different trees and roots and stones on the ground, but she had only been at the borders once before, always staying well inside the pack boundaries, having grown up in a time of war. "Thank you... I was thinking maybe I could live in the city somewhere." One house in particular came to mind, but she didn't say that. Conor was clever, though, and he'd probably know what she meant, and at that realization she blushed a little, not at all concealable underneath her light gray fur.

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Fade her? Smile



         Her words did not surprise him the slightest. Quietly, he nodded, accepting her rejection. It was hard for him to think that she would not wish to live with them any longer, but it was as it was. She was no longer a child and she deserved the independence. He feared for her, but it was clear that she was not as fragile as she seemed. She would make her own choices. Perhaps it would help her in the long run. At least she was back in Dahlia and he would know that she was safe and alive. That was more than he could ask for. ”That sounds good,” he muttered warmly, smiling at her silvery form. Perhaps he could guess the place she meant if he had tried, but he did not. She was free. He saw the soft hint of roses under her silvery cheeks, but did not comment on it. ”Come,” Even if they would no longer share same house, they could at least pace back to the city of Wolfville together.



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