misguided ghost

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-22-2010, 02:07 PM

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Open to anyone. <3

As the storm rolled in, Clover found herself trapped in the city with no other choice than to bunker down in one of the dilapidated buildings for the night. She could have made the trek back to Drifter Bay in the storm, but the girl would have had a miserable journey had she decided to do that. Thunder cracked over head all night long, loud and powerful enough to send the slightest shiver reverberating down the girl’s spine and through her small frame. The purple tapestry had been wrapped around her shoulders while she laid her head on an old mattress. Though her night had been less than serene, at least she had managed to stay dry.

Now that the storm had eased up, Clover made her departure from the city, northwest as to wind up to Whisper Beach. No matter what the weather, the young coyote always found the ocean view to be a peaceful thing. She carried her belongings in a small knapsack which was slung over one shoulder, her walnut hair cascading down her back and falling over her shoulders in a dark, shining curtain. Lately she had fallen discouraged, having spoke to her father in Inferni and realizing that her sisters were nowhere to be found. She had left Juniper Peace with every intention of reuniting with her family, and now it seemed as if her efforts had been in vain. In the end, the young Lykoi had been tossed into the world alone and it seemed as if she had no one to turn to. She missed and needed the like minded creatures of that gypsy hippie pack, but they were a long way from here.

Tears came to obscure the straw gold of her eyes, and the young coyote walked with her head hanging loosly against her chest. Today was one of those days were everything came crashing down, and even those things that normally brought her happiness couldn’t deter the feelings of sadness. Clover didn’t even make it to the beach before she decided she’d need to rest, and the pastel line of rocks that marked Dahlia’s borders called to her. Settling onto the ground, Clover buried her face into both hands, letting the tears spill over the brims of her eyes and dampen her soft, tawny fur.

Layla Nishant · 08-22-2010, 02:28 PM

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No matter what day or anytime of the day Layla always enjoyed her trips to the beach. The beach was a relxing place for her and really probably the only place she could act like a pup wothout being called stupid (Not that anyone has yet). A gentle soul was this wolf and kind to any wolf really unless they were to strike first. Layla thought it would be nice to have her lunch at the beach for once instead of being cramped up and eating at home. Before leaving her home she made sure that the meat she had prepared was ready. After watching Conor cook a wonderful meal for her she was eagar to try it out for herself. She pakced the meat in her satchel and then rushed up to her room. She took a nice checkered blanket from her closet and then went back downstairs to pack it as well. Life for her was wonderful. She grabbed her things and was on her way.

As she passed along throught the patches of flowers just before the beach, she could feel that something was not right. She moved her head to the air and tried to catch the scent of whoever it was that was around. She didn’t catch anything so she shrugged the feeling and continued towards the beach. As she wandered along, she felt the wet sand under her back paws. She was at home reading when the storm hit so naturally the ground was still a bit wet. She continued along until she thought she saw something ahead of her. She paused and inched closer to the figure and noticed it wasn’t even a wolf. This was a coyote. Layla had never really met any of the coyotes that lived around here and judging from her scent she wasn’t from any of the packs she was familiar with. She came closer and noticed she was resting. Maybe it was nest not to disturb the female from her rest but she wouldn’t be so rude as to not greet her. She was about to speak when she noticed something else. The wolf was crying. This was not right. No wolf should have to feel so down on a day such as this. It was time for Layla to put on her sympathetic charm.

Layla approached the wolf from the side, giving her a chance to catch her scent so she didn’t spook her. The last thing she needed was a spoked coyote attacking her in defense. She then stood at a bit of a distance just in case she didn’t trust her yet to come close enough. Layla let out a soft sigh and then spoke softly to the she coyote. ”Are you alright miss?” She was not trying to be formal but to a guest in the packlands it was in her habit to put them above herself. She waited and for her to respond, hoping that she would get something positive out of her and not let this turn into a fight over nothing.

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-22-2010, 03:16 PM

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Not at all! Thanks for joining. <3

It wasn’t often that the cheerful coyote found herself in such a state. There was a lot in the world around her to offer her happiness, since the girl found so much joy in nature itself. She had done quite well in the months since her departure from Juniper Peace to live on her own in the area of Drifter Bay, but now it seemed as if everything was falling apart. There were positives things to her life, of course, but today was one of those days when Clover just couldn’t seem to focus on those things. All of the bad was clouding everything else.

Her tears had dampened her fur and Clover lifted her face from her palms to wipe at her cheeks. The soft approach of another was caught by one darkened ear and Clover lifted her straw colored gaze to find the unfamiliar form of the woman. She was a stranger, but that was no surprise. Clover wasn’t acquainted with many people here, and this was as close as she had ever gotten to Dahlia de Mai. The woman’s voice was soft, clearly showing her concern for Clover’s wellbeing. The girl offered a smile through the tears, wiping again at his face to try and smudge away the dampness marking her roan red mask.

"Oh, I’m fine, love," came her soft reply, much less cheerful than what was normal for the hippie child. Raising one hand, Clover brushed the golden walnut hair away from her face, sending it cascading down over her back in a long sheet. She had planned to cut it weeks ago, but had been distracted when she came across a young woman who had needed help. Now it seemed as if Clover’s hair reached the middle of her back. "Just a hard day." She wouldn’t burden anyone else with the details of her life, and tried to smile to offer some positive assurance. "I hope," she gave a little look around them, "I’m not intruding." She wouldn’t have even noticed if she had passed through anyone’s borders, for her senses had been dominated by her useless crying.

Layla Nishant · 08-22-2010, 08:43 PM

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Layla could tell from the look on the female’s face that something was wrong. She doubted that she would be crying for no reason. Layla hated the site of seeing a wolf depressed and mentally in pain. Perhaps there was something she could do to help out the coyote. She skimmed her mind for something she could do when an idea came to her. Seeing as she had lunch ready, why not invite her to have lunch with her? It may even cheer her up to get something in her stomach.

She moved closer to the saddened coyote and sat down beside her. Her ears gently folded back onto her head as she saw the coyote wiping away her tears. She couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards her. She listened as the coyote just mentioned that it had been a rough day. Layla sure knew that feeling. There were days when she was younger that when days went bad, she stayed in her room all day, except for meals of course. She nodded to know that she knew how she felt and then formed a smile on her face to try and cheer her up.

"I hope, I’m not intruding."

Layla shook her head but kept her smile on her face. ”You’re not intruding on anything dear.” She then got on her feet and walked ahead a bit. She looked back to the coyote and spoke softly. ”I was just about to set up for lunch. Care to join me? I have some extra meat.” She continued on ahead a bit and set down her satchel. She opened it and got out the checkered blanket. She flung it out in the air and laid it out evenly on the sand. Once the bblanket was nice and ready, she took her seat, pulling her satchel towards her. She looked through it and pulled out the pieces of seasoned meat she had. She laid it down and then turned her gaze back, hoping the coyote would come and join her.

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-23-2010, 08:45 PM

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The woman, whose name was still a mystery to her, knelt by Clover and nodded her head as Clover explained. She felt foolish for being seen like this and tried to wipe away the evidence that she had been crying. Though for now the tears had stopped, Clover had still not managed to climb out of the sadness she had fallen into. She looked to the woman as she rose and moved away a little to settle her things. All Clover could really do was offer the woman a sullen smile.

It wasn’t like her world has come crashing down around her, but there just seemed to be more bad things lately than good things. Clover was always cheerful, usually finding the good and the love in every situation. But that was a lot of work for one young girl. After all, Clover had just turned one less than a week ago, and the innocence she had in youth was starting to fade as she realized all of the horror the world could hold along with the beauty.

She rose from her spot on the ground tentatively and wandered over to where the woman had set up her blanket. Smiling genuinely now (though not as broad as usual), she carefully took a seat and folded her legs beneath her thin frame. "That would be great, thanks," she spoke softly, though Clover was slightly sad she couldn’t be her usual self around the woman. Though she greatly appreciated her kind words and efforts to comfort her, there really wasn’t much that could pull Clover out of her slump. Maybe a cry and a good night’s sleep was all she needed to revive her spirit. "My name is Clover," she added, watching as the woman went to rummaging through her satchel.

Layla Nishant · 08-24-2010, 01:20 AM

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Layla was not the kind of wolf to just abandon one in the middle of a breakdown or show of depression. She was going to do whatever it took to cheer this little soul up. She was glad to see that there was enough spirit in her to get a smile back. As she continued to set up she wondered what it was about this day in particular that was bothering her. She dared not to say anything though figuring that it may be a bit rude. She watched as the coyote took a spot on the blanket and then smiled. She was about to reach into her satchel when she heard her speak.

"That would be great, thanks,"

Layla was so glad that she accepted her offer. It was not often that depressed wolves found their way into her days but she would do what she could to make the best of it. She nodded and bit and then searched through her satchel. Not much for her to search through of course. She pulled out the meat along with some salt just in case it needed a bit of extra seasoning. It was so sad that Layla forgot to pack plates but she did have napkins. She took one and set a piece of meat down on it. She handed it over to her guest before getting a piece for herself. She set her’s down on the blanket for a moment as she stretched out her arms and then took it back into her hands. Before eating, she looked back over to the coyote as she introduced herself.

"My name is Clover,"

Layla smiled and nodded. ”Nice to meet you Clover. My name is Layla.” She began to take a small bite out of her piece of meat as she looked to the sky. She hoped Clover was enjoying her little meal. Layla turned her attention back over to her and was curious as to what had her so down. She tried to start a conversation. ”So Clover, which pack do you belong to?” She knew there was a chance she was a loner but it just seemed more likely to her that she would belong to a pack.

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-29-2010, 07:12 PM

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This woman was incredibly kind and most likely the kind of soul that Clover would normally stick to like glue. On most days, Clover was loving, kind, and welcoming to anyone she met, and would have shown the same compassion as Layla was now. It was a shame the Dahlia woman had to see her like this. Silently, Clover accepted the small meal she was given and smiled genuinely towards Layla. It had been some time now that Clover had adopted meat into her diet, so this meal was not so unusual to her. In fact, because it had already been prepared, it made the consumption much easier. Though Clover only took her sustenance from sick or weak animals, she still felt a sense of remorse any time she had to kill. She knew, however, that Mother Earth intended for nature to play out this way, so Clover allowed herself not to feel prolonged regret over that decision.

"Yes, it’s great to meet you too, Layla. And thanks for the meal – I appreciate it." While the Dahlia woman took a bite, Clover took the opportunity to do the same. After a long day’s stroll through the surrounding areas, Clover was now suddenly aware just how hungry she actually was. It took a lot of energy to complete such long treks through Nova Scotia’s lands. At Layla’s question, Clover finished chewing the bite she had taken, and let her smile broaden. "Actually, I’m not from any pack. I live alone along Drifter Bay right now." Lifting a hand, she absentmindedly brushed a few walnut strands of hair from her face. "Though my people, it seems, are mostly of Inferni. You might know of the Lykois?" She asked the question tentatively, not wanting to sound as if she thought highly of herself because her family was well known in this area.

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Layla Nishant · 08-31-2010, 04:30 AM

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Layla was glad to see the coyote's heart and spirit returning to its former self (assuming that she was a kind one at heart). There was no doubt in her mind that the coyote was hungry, she could see it in Clover's face. As she took a bit out of her own piece, she set out all the leftovers she had. Moving her orbs back to the female, she smiled and shallowed her bit of meat. "You're welcome to help yourself to some more if you want it. I have plenty and I know for sure I won't be able to eat it all myself." Truth be told she could eat it all herself but that would just be selfish. It was better and more polite to share the food she had instead of keeping it all to herself. The mistress turned to her guest as she thanked her for the food. Layla gave back a simple nod before taking another bite of her meat. It was so good even if it was a bit old.

Layla's ears moved up as the coyote began to speak again of her current lifestyle. She figured she belonged to one of the nearby packs. No, she was a loner. Layla hated that part of her life when she was a loner. She was happy when she finally found her new home in Dahlia de Mai. She was happy to have a new family and other wolves she could talk to. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned her gaze back to Clover. "Ah a loner. I never really liked that life... it's way too lonely..." Her eyes wandered a bit before she heard the coyote's family was in a pack called Inferni. The mistress searched through her mind for names and the pack name. The name of the pack was a bit familar. She heard a rumor that Dahlia de Mai and Inferni were not on good terms. The mistress gently shook her head to the loner. "I'm sorry Clover but I've never heard of the Lykoi family and as for their pack... I heard a rumor that Inferni and Dahlia de Mai are not on good terms. I wish they weren't though. It seems like an interesting pack."

Spekaing of packs, what about Clover? Didn't she too feel the loneliness that comes along with that life? Layla was sure she did. If so then why didn't she join the rest of her family in Inferni? She had to find out. "Doesn't it ever feel lonely as a loner Clover? Why don't you join your family in Inferni? If not there why not join Dahlia de Mai? I'm sure Conor would welcome you to the pack."

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Clover Love Lykoi · 09-27-2010, 06:10 PM

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My apologies! Work has been killing me. :3

Slowly, the girl chewed away at the meal she had been given. At the first taste of the meat, Clover’s stomach turned in excitement. She had barely noticed that she was hungry, but now that food was present it seemed as if her stomach really yearned for it. Despite it being somewhat old, Clover found it to be rather tasty. As Layla spoke, Clover listened and chewed quietly, thinking over the things the Dahlian woman had had to say. "Oh," the word fell softly from her parted lips. "Is this place Dahlia de Mai?" She hadn’t even noticed that she had crossed so close to claimed territory and she searched now for the scent of the marked borders. She felt slightly embarrassed now to know not only had Layla found her while she was crying, but also when she had been so disoriented by her emotions that she had unknowingly trespassed. How wonderful.

"Oh yes, it does get lonely sometimes." In fact, that was one of the reasons why it seemed her world had come crashing down. She missed the comfort and security of Juniper Peace so much lately, only exacerbating her sense of loneliness. "I don’t know why I never went to live in Inferni. It just didn’t seem like home when I went by there. It just... never called to me." Layla proposed the idea of Clover joining Dahlia de Mai, and the girl had to consider it for a moment. It was obvious that neither China or Sage were anywhere near, so why not stop waiting around for them out in the lonely woods and find some sense of security again in a new place? It would be no Juniper Peace, but perhaps she’d learn to love it just as much. "Who’s Conor," she asked in a soft voice, straw colored eyes studying the beautiful woman’s features. She brought her food to her maw again, and took another bite, waiting for the woman to explain further.

Layla Nishant · 10-04-2010, 03:04 PM

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Layla was glad to see that the loner was enjoying her meal. Should she want any more, there was plenty left. The mistress set out the extra meat as she continued at her piece. It seemed to her now that the female was actually hungrier than she said she was. It was alright though. There was plenty to go around and the day was still young so there was time to just hang out at the beach. The breeze was nice and the water crashing on the shore just made the scenery look spectacular. The mistress felt so at peace here, even if she was sharing a meal with a coyote. She had nothing against coyotes, it was just that she didn’t see many of them around. Dahlia de Mai seemed to consist of all wolves, so it was a bit exciting to spend some time with another canine species. The she wolf’s gaze returned to her guest as she asked if this place was Dahlia de Mai. Obvious from her statement that she didn’t know she was trespassing, the she wolf formed a smile on her face and looked around the sandy land. ”This beach is part of the Dahlia de Mai territory. I don’t think Conor will mind if you are just passing through to get somewhere.” She sure hoped so at least or she could really get into some trouble.

Layla found it no surprise when Clover mentioned that it did get lonely. She could not understand why someone would want to live on their own. It was far too lonely and there was no one there to protect you. Just thinking of that made her think of her sister Noire. She barely knew her but knew that she was a strong and independent wolf. Perhaps she could survive on her own, but definantly not herself. The mistress listened as the loner explained why she never joined Inferni. The she wolf had never journeyed to the pack’s borders so she didn’t know what they were like. Judging from the name of the pack though, it didn’t sound very inviting. As the she wolf went back to her meal, the coyote raised the question as to who was Conor. With a proud smile on her face, she looked to the sky and wagged her tail. ”Conor Soul is the alpha of Dhalia de Mai. He’s kind and accepting so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you joining us.” She was sure it wouldn’t be a problem for a coyote to join a pack of wolves. Layla would be her friend and make sure she was comfortable if she decided to join and Conor let her.

Clover Love Lykoi · 10-13-2010, 03:35 PM

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When Layla confirmed Clover’s suspicions of trespassing, the young coyote’s features were clearly bashful. She hadn’t meant to go anywhere she was not meant to, and her foolish crying had obscured her sense of smell and direction. Really, she had just wanted to get away from the mundane, usual scenery she was used to. Clover had no idea that her aimless wandering would have led her straight into claimed lands. Hopefully, as Layla said, this Conor mystery man would not mind and pardon such rudeness from the coyote.

Both darkened ears had fallen close to her skull out of embarrassment, but Layla’s kind voice coaxed Clover back to a peaceful ease. Conor was apparently the leader of the pack, but her words about him made Clover think he was a good soul. Perhaps this was the place for her. In the end, the young coyote yearned merely to be surrounded by those whose souls were pure. She knew she would never find something like Juniper Peace, but at least she’d be able to find some place she felt safe. That’s all she could ask for, right? Clover silently chewed at the last bit of her meal as she considered this. When finished, she finally smiled. "I’m so sorry that I wandered into Dahlia de Mai without invitation. I hope this Conor will pardon me, and not be angry with you for letting me stay and eat with you. You’ve been very kind to me." There was still some residual sadness, heaviness in her chest that lingered from the crying, but Clover was starting to feel much better now.

She smiled simply, yet genuinely at Layla. If she did decide to join the ranks here, Clover was sure she’d find a friend in the gorgeous woman who sat across from her. "I should probably be heading home, though," she chimed softly, moving to rise to her feet. Though she had had a nice time with Layla and her spirits had been lifted some, Clover still felt compelled to find some more alone time and think things over. There was a lot on her plate right now it seemed, and the young coyote needed to figure out where she wanted her life to go next.

Layla Nishant · 10-20-2010, 07:09 PM

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Sorry for the long post. You can choose to end it here if you want or do one more closing post. WC: 1,016 {10 points}

Layla understand that the loner had no intentions of coming into Dahlia de Mai’s lands on purpose. Obviously she was just passing through and had no idea that she was in the area the pack actually checked. The mistress had heard that part of the beach was a neutral area, so she assumed it was ok for the loner to pass through without getting into any trouble. The black and white she wolf had been to the neutral areas before so she knew some of them were controlled by the other packs, so she was not going to inform Conor about Clover and the fact that she was going through the Dahlia de Mai territory.

Layla watched the coyote’s dark ears fold down to her skull in embarrassment. In the mistress’ mind, the loner had no reason to feel so. It was a simple misjudgment so it was able to be overlooked. There was really no reason for the coyote to feel embarrassed. She was glad to see that Clover was a bit more relaxed now. It was good to see that the black and white she wolf could pull the loner out of her saddened state and put her in a better mood. The tears seemed to have completely vanished from the coyote’s face and left nothing but the wet lines where they once were; although considering the autumn heat was beating down on them, she was sure those would soon vanish too. As the she wolf took a break from her own thought, she tried to figure out just what Clover was thinking. It was hard to tell from the look in her eyes, but from what she could gather, Layla had made a good impression on her about how kind and great Conor was. She wanted nothing more than to make her own alpha seem like a good guy to anyone who came around the Dahlia de Mai borders. The moment of thought discontinued for the she wolf as she moved her gaze back to the sky.

Layla’s meat was getting a bit cold, though it didn’t really matter. To her, any meat was still a good meal. It was best not to let the food go to waste. There was still a bit left and of course Clover was welcome to have more if she wanted it. The mistress finished the piece of meat she was holding and reached to grab another one. Ever since Conor had taught her how to cook the meat, she had been experimenting with different herbs and spices to apply a new taste to the meat. Today’s meal was just the usual of salt and pepper as well as some lemon pepper. Perhaps sometime later in the winter, she could try out some more combinations. She turned her attention away from her meal and to the loner. A smile formed on her face and caused the black and white she wolf to form a smile on her face. ”Don’t worry about it. I’m almost positive that Conor won’t mind you just passing through if you hadn’t realized these were the pack lands. I’m glad to hear that I was able to cheer you up. It makes me feel good to see that I could help out another canine in need.” She couldn’t exactly say ‘another wolf in need’ seeing as Clover was a coyote and not a wolf.

Layla watched the female rise to her feet as she stated she should be heading home. Layla nodded and rose up to her feet. Once Clover was off the blanket, the mistress picked it up and shook all the loose sand off it. Seeing as they were not sitting near the water, the blanket was fairly clean and most of the sand shook off the moment she lifted it. Once the blanket was clean, she folded it up and placed it back in her satchel. The last thing she needed to pack was her leftover meat but she had another idea. She took out a few pieces and then offered the rest to the coyote. ”Glad to hear again that I could lift up your spirits. Here’s a little gift, just in case you get hungry once you make it home. I don’t mind carrying the rest in my hands back home.” It would be up to Clover if she wanted to take the meat or not. The black and white she wolf would understand if she didn’t want it to take home.

Once Clover had accepted or declined her gift, Layla finished the piece of meat she was eating before she got up. The flavor melted in her mouth as her gaze stayed with her guest. She made sure to finish her meat quickly so that she could see her guest off. It was getting a bit later in the day and the mistress would soon be heading back home herself; although, in a way she didn’t want to go back. The house was empty so she would be spending the night all alone. She wished she could invite the coyote to her home for a bit, but she knew she could not force the loner to do anything. She wanted to head home, so the she wolf was not going to stop her from returning there. Layla then picked up her satchel. The small bag hung lightly on the wolf’s should as she took to the coyote’s side. ”At least let me escort you to the border just so you’re aware to where it starts to lead into the heart of Dahlia de Mai.” With a smile on her face, she began to lead the coyote to the borders. Once they were there, the mistress took a few steps back and held her hands behind her back. ”Well, this is where we depart. I wish you luck Clover and hopefully we’ll see each other again soon.” The she wolf would love to see Clover again and see how her life was going. The coyote was not a friend to Layla and wanted to help make her happy.

Clover Love Lykoi · 10-21-2010, 12:14 AM

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Thanks for the thread! <3

The lady of Dahlia de Mai had been more than hospitable and Clover could only think of positive things to say in regards to her. Layla offered some of the uneaten meat, and after a moment’s hesitation, Clover had accepted. "Thank you very much, love." Sharing and giving were fundamentals in life and Clover knew just how satisfied it could make one feel by passing something on to someone less fortunate. In this case, Layla had obviously seen that Clover needed a little boost. Though the free meal couldn’t solve her problems, it certainly warmed Clover’s heart.

The two trailed away from their picnic area once Layla had finished packing away her belongings. Once they were both ready, the black and white woman easily led them to the borders. Clover made a mental note this time, studying the scent and visually surveying the area so that she might not trespass next time she came back. "Thanks again for everything, love. You’ve been too kind to me." The young coyote offered the woman a warm smile and nodded in agreement, "I hope so." Swiftly, she stepped forward and gave the woman a quick hug. And since it seemed it was time for them to go their separate ways, Clover turned and headed off, her mind in lighter spirits as it returned to re-evaluating her situation.

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