Hazing clouds rain on my head

Voodoo Croix · 10-31-2010, 06:01 PM

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Whoopsies! *Corrected*

Voodoo Croix
9/11/2006
Luperci
Canis Lupus Lupus
Male
None ATM
Voodoo (Primary)
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Great, Just great! In his mind, he was cursing himself for not finding shelter any sooner. The signs were all there of impending rain, yet he chose to put it off figuring that enough time had been spared. Wrong. A quarter sized drop pelted him right on top of his head. His ears flattened out with frustration, a smug look concretely placed on his face. What a day.. He sighed, cheeks filling with air momentarily as he trudged on, lifting his heavy paws one by one as if they were weighted down. No sense in hurrying now, he was already drenched. Head was held low, eyes squinting in an attempt to keep the water out of his eyes but to no avail. How he hated the rain. Did he mention hated? It caused his entire mood to fall into a downward spiral. Ill, aggitated, tired. And it was because of this, that he unknowingly crossed into unknown territory. Ooops.

Ice blue gaze fell upon what appeared to be a shelter ahead. He squinted some more, as if it helped his eyes zoom in. A house, not a typical shelter for a wolf, but a shelter nonetheless. Anything to get out of this weather. His picked up the pace, trotting swiftly towards the porch of this house. He dare not go in, but a roof over his head would be a terrific comfort. Unintenionally ignoring the signs of another's packlands, he boldly continued, bounding now up the steps and onto the porch of the older home. Immediately, he shook the excess water off of his sooty pelt with a sigh and shivered just once before allowing himself to fall into a seated position. His cold stare focused beyong the porch and into the rain where his mind would begin to roam..

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Conor Soul · 10-31-2010, 06:20 PM

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Yayay! Big Grin Thank you!

He felt like a younger version of himself, pacing about with tension twisting away on his heart. His golden form held melancholy as he moved, away from everyone’s eyes under a weeping sky. He could not possibly become a father. The argument that he was too young had not cost him Dahlia’s stained crown, but it was one he repeated inside his head now. Conor was not ready for this kind of responsibility. No, that was not it. It was the blood, the cursed blood that was infesting another generation. He would have to admit that he was superstitious. Haku Soul had been a true monster, and he was offspring born from sin and desire. Nothing was pure about Conor Soul despite his heavy efforts of creating a different life for himself.

His life was in truth quite glorious, but not today. Not as long as Bris Stormbringer was expecting his children. The Alpha’s weary form eventually discovered the trespasser. In fact he was pleased that he had found something that could disengage this depressing mood. Self-pity shouldn’t really be his style anyway. Lavender eyes focused upon the canine cradled by night. The stranger had settled under the roof on the porch of one of the lonesome buildings located here and there at the outskirts of Dahlia de Mai. Technically this was trespassing, but Conor had never ruled with a brutal fist. He could hardly blame anyone for wanting to escape the heavy drops from above.

The four legged male stepped closer, yet refrained from extinguishing too much distance at once as long as he knew nothing of the other. ”You’re trespassing on claimed lands, stranger,” he enlightened the other, his soaked, white tipped tail lifting slightly to build up domination in the eyes of the stray.

Voodoo Croix · 10-31-2010, 06:50 PM

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Wow thats fast!! :-) [411]

The steady drumming of the raindrops as they hit the roof of the building were soothing, almost mesmerizing. They lulled him into a sense of calm and cool. It also provided the peace he had yearned for, as he often enjoyed the ability to just relax and think. So much had happened in the past few days that it had yet to fully sink in. You did the right thing, Voo. Things were never going to change, she would always be the same and they would always agree with her no matter what. You were right. His heart ached as did the pads of his feet. He had barely taken the time to stop for a rest on his travels to the north, on his quest to get away.

The faint steps of the golden male had scarcely been noticed as he approached, an unlucky trait that never seemed to go away. Voodoo was often aloof and dreaming. Paying attention to his surroundings in this state of mind never happened, and he had been caught by surprise one too many times already. Yet, as his words broke into the steady beat of the rain, it brought his attention back to the present, although rather slowly. Calmly did he move his head, searching for the source of the masculine voice, eyes finally focusing upon the male that stood a ways away. Pulling himself to all fours respectfully, his head descended in a friendly gesture of acknowledgment before finally replaying his words in his head. You’re trespassing on claimed lands, stranger. His stomach sank for a split second, realizing now what he had done. It had been an innocent slip up, and it appeared as though this male was not one to jump to conclusions. He was thankful.

Taking a step forward, Voodoo cleared his throat to speak. "My apologies." His voice was more hoarse than normal, which caused him to wince once he heard it. Perhaps it was from the weather. His eyes locked onto the male's form, watching him warily. "I wished only to get out of the weather". Not really much for words, he stopped again. What would he say? It had been an honest mistake, no harm done. He debated on whether or not to add to his previous statements, but decided to refrain in case he would be considered rude for not allowing the other to speak at will. Sometimes it was better to say nothing at all.

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Conor Soul · 10-31-2010, 07:06 PM

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XD well, I guess I have no life. 300+

Rain pouring against the world was in fact the Soul male’s favourite sound in the world. Soft, rhythmic taps of water caressed his hearing like few other things could. It almost seemed to muffle the world in a way, almost a bit similar to snow when it embraced the lands with its white mass. The sensation of a soaked through pelt was not as lovely, but everything had a price in this world, and Conor paid this one gladly. His arctic genes rarely allowed the chill to soak all the way into his skin no matter the weather. Ice blue eyes sought him out as the stranger turned his face to the Alpha. The Dahlian’s face remained serene, though the usual smile was nowhere to be seen in his features. Not every guest was the good kind.

There was no injured pride within the alpha as he watched the other get up on his feet, subtle signs of submission shining through his calm movement. When the black wolf’s voice pierced through the sound of the downpour, the alpha’s lips soon broke off its tense, horizontal line. Friendliness poured in as the corners of his lips curled slightly upwards. Apology accepted. As the other granted him a reason for his crime, the golden male’s muzzle dipped in a court nod. He could very well understand that. ”I understand,” he breathed, the slight touch of tension that had been there moments before evaporating entirely. ”That’s actually a good idea,” he added with a half-hearted grin, stepping up on the porch as well and allowing his form to find shelter from the weeping sky.

”You’re not from around here,” the male stated, looking over to the man with the blue eyes. Dahlia’s location was not ideal in every manner. It was a large territory, and it was not uncommon for travellers to stalk up close to the borders as they wandered through.

Voodoo Croix · 11-02-2010, 07:16 PM

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He had to admit that the lack of hostility was very nice for a change. He had half expected to, at the very least, be fussed at for treading on foreign grounds. When the alpha showed signs of a friendly greeting, his muscles instantly relaxed. He took another step forward as the alpha came beneath the same roof as he. A small, although timid, smile found its way on Voodoo’s face. He hardly knew how to act. The cruelty he was used to seemed not to be present now and he oddly felt more at home here. He was a bit puzzled, but tried his best not to let it show.

”Indeed, I am not.” He sighed. He had been on the run for weeks now. He ran not to get away from anyone in particular, but to put some distance between him and his past. There was just so much that was not necessary to put up with anymore, and the only thing he had left to do was leave. ”I’m came from the south, actually.” His mood lightened, despite the poor weather. It was as though the steady drumming lulled him into a sense of security, false or not.

The male shift slightly on his paws before settling down into a seated position once more. The golden brute beside him radiated a sense that he could not yet place, but it was favorable. ”How long have you lived in these parts?” He smiled slightly, turning his face to give the other his full attention. He frowned quickly though, noticing at once that he had not been cordial. ”Forgive me. My name is Voodoo. I apologize for not mentioning it earlier.” He had been caught so off guard that he had forgotten to introduce himself. He offered another apologetic smile.

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Conor Soul · 11-04-2010, 10:14 AM

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This was why the golden male did not judge it necessary to lecture most of the wolves drawing close and past Dahlia de Mai’s outskirts. It could be a misunderstanding or a small accident. No harm had been done. Had he caught a wandered deeper past the well-marked pack borders then this would have been an issue, but he couldn’t see the fairness in punishing wolves such as this male here. It was strange to hear that he was from the south, but travellers travelled—it was what they did. They could end up everywhere and nowhere. Conor loved that fact.

The question surprised the Dahlian somewhat, as it was a more personal question than most that rose in the presence of absolute strangers. It was not out of line, however. ”I was born and raised here in this pack,” The lilac eyed male answered genuinely. He had never known anything else. In a way it made him somewhat sad, but his life was here and it was a good life he led despite the greedy hands slowly closing around his throat. The name and apology revived the weary smile on the leader’s lips. ”I’m Conor.”

Silence poured in between the white noise of nature’s downpour, and for a moment gaze and ears sought only to witness the soaked scene from his dry spot under the roof. ”I suppose you can stay here until the rain lessens,” he said, merely underlining that the slight trespassing was all right with him. The weather seemed emotional lately, but he doubted that Voodoo would be trapped here for long.

Voodoo Croix · 11-07-2010, 10:55 PM

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Again, the kindness that the alpha Conor portrayed caused Voodoo’s mind to float away momentarily. He hadn’t known that a peaceful place even existed. It was odd to him, yet a pleasured feeling flowed through his body. He shivered slightly as the goosebumps found their way to the soft surface, causing his hair to stand on end slightly. In his past, this kindness was a rare thing. He appreciated the graciousness of this male more than he cared to admit at this particular moment.

A smile gripped his lips and tugged at the corners of his mouth and a gentle nod was given. The brute shifted on his haunches, silky onyx-hued pelt gleaming. He was drying at a steady pace, and it wouldn’t be long until he was comfortable enough to move along once the shower had ceased. He wondered, though, what else more this place had to offer. He cleared his throat, glancing back to Conor for a quick moment. “Would you be opposed to my hanging around for a bit longer?” He offered another smile, although this time a bit crooked. “I could help with anything in turn for my stay, if it suits you.” He wasn’t sure if ‘warrior’ skills were needed in this rather peaceful place, but he was an animal after all. He could hunt or do other various chores to earn his keep if the need arose.

A single ear flicked backwards, listening to the calming storm. The rain was now slowing to a mere drizzle, and the sun was peeking through random holes in the clouds. Rays of sunshine fell upon the earth in dazzling spots, causing a few beads of rain to glisten in their places on blades of grass or the leaves of trees. A contented sigh found its way out of his throat, almost inaudible. He was calming down indeed, and it felt fantastic.

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Conor Soul · 11-08-2010, 06:05 PM

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300+ Welcome to Dahlia de Mai! Big Grin I'll get you titled up and added right away!

The topic changed slightly and he was facing something else. Soft lilac turned to observe the dark brute in a new, more critical light. It was not much to dig for, for Conor believed in boundaries even for him. There were essential questions that he usually wanted to have answered, but he already knew the basics about this male. A wanderer without recognizable scents on his pelt, his pages were blank here. The alpha watched the slightly crooked smile of the other and forged one of his own. ”Anything, huh?” he mused, the atmosphere not as tense as it could have been—there was space for a light tone between the two males.

The weather’s mood was improving as well, and the Dahlian’s gaze too shifted to take in the sunlight breaking through the glistering beads of rain. Even in fall, Dahlia de Mai was the most beautiful place he knew of. ”Dahlia de Mai is a large pack, so we’ll see what we can find for you,” Specific duties would eventually be given if the fellow stayed around long enough. He could have asked for Voodoo’s specific strengths, but it was Conor’s belief that everyone was good at something, and the pack was not struggling in any way so he did not have to worry about risking their wealth. The other brute seemed healthy and capable anyway.

Now, as merely a few, scattered drops fell from the brightening sky, it was time for the alpha to move on. ”Make yourself at home for as long as you’d like.” A genuine smile was awarded the other before he turned to continue his patrol. ”I’ll see you around, Voodoo.” Perhaps he could have stayed, but the weather’s mood could not be tracked and he wished to finish here before the evening crept in and brought chill along with it.

Conor Soul · 11-08-2010, 06:06 PM

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