Very Defined, One of a Kind

Alder · 01-10-2011, 12:05 PM

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for Skye Smile

The Dreamer sat looking out at the rolling hills that separated one home from another. The male had found something here, something he hadn’t thought he would ever find. Comfort in solitude. It was odd, and yet excitingly curious at the same moment. He had always felt safer with company of others, especially his mother. But he was beginning to see that it was just as nice to be without company.

The masked male had changed into the form that had scared him for so long, practicing and getting used to his new legs, as he should have weeks ago. Perhaps he wouldn’t be so scared if he had, and the fear was diminishing with each step he took. It reminded him of the Cours male he had met the first time he had shifted, the roan mare who had helped him calm his nerves and clear his head. He missed them, but the coy-wolf had disappeared from the pack he had just visited. Gone for good? Alder hoped not.

He had even found a clear patch of ground beneath a thick pine. There were not many places that were without a thick coating of snow, but the boy was keen when he looked at trees, just as his mother was, and looked closely at the types that were scattered along the landscape.

Blue eyes looked upwards, the sound of moving branches and falling needles drawing his eyes to search for the creature that moved them. The sight of red brought the male to his paws, mind too preoccupied to notice that he moved quickly and easily on his legs. A smile came to his features, ducking his head from under the tree and backing up into the snow so that he could peer at the branches. The cardinal hopped from branch to branch, and Alder followed his movements with a practiced eye. His height made watching easy, for the boy was taller then most. A soft whistle came from the bird, and Alder mimicked it just as he had from pup-hood.

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Skye Collins · 01-15-2011, 10:58 AM

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Big Grin <3 sorry for the delay!

Skye had been walking for a while with Jack, taking it slowly, underneath the trees. The drama from Cercatori d'Arte had calmed down, thank goodness, and she was back on her feet and wandering outside the pack again - she thought that Shawchert could handle a few moments alone, she thought wryly. And maybe not. But if he made another mistake, she'd be there to pick him back up again just like she had the first time. Shaw was her friend and fellow leader, and she wouldn't let him down.

She then heard the sound, the song, of a bird - a cardinal, she recognized. She loved the bright red birds who flitted from tree to tree, stark red in contrast to the white, snowy atmosphere of winter. Tugging on Jack's mane - she still didn't want to ride him yet - she chased the sound, now not having much of a care in the world. She was with her love, Bangle, the pack had calmed down, her horse was actually listening to her for once, and everything was good again - what on Earth could be wrong with this day?

A tree root was what.

In her search for the red bird with the song coming from its beak, Skye had not paid much attention to the ground, and had tripped over a tree root. She yelped as she fell into the snow, face first, and barely broke her fall in time with her hands. Grumbling, she positioned herself so that she was sitting on the root that had tripped her to begin with, rubbing her sore knees. Some perfect day indeed! She looked up at Jack, who was looking down at her. He tossed his mane.

She stood from sitting on the floor and sighed. "Okay, boy, maybe riding you would be better. I'm clumsy today, it seems," she said. After all, what was the point of bringing him here when he would have been content back at home? She wanted to ride him, she did. She was just a bit afraid was all, after that embarrassing incident when her horse had charged straight towards the leader of Dahlia de Mai and had almost run him over.

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Alder · 01-19-2011, 11:49 AM

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i looked in your profile, and saw that there was a gray-ish horse icon, and assumed it was Jack. let me know if thats wrong ;D

There it was, the bright red feathers that danced behind the pine's needles. He was glorious, large and brighter then most. His color would attract the lesser hued sex wildly, and Alder was sure that he would have to run from all the females that would be chasing after him. It brought a bright smile to the male's face, a smile that was only brought on by the sights of birds and horses and lesser things below the wolves.

There was a sound, movement in the snow beyond the tree that he had claimed as his own for a brief moment. The tall male turned to search for the maker, hoping that it would be a deer that had been startled. But, the scent was close and distinctly horse. He smelled the stallion first, and then the wolfess. She was a pack unknown to the masked boy and it frightened him. His heart beat quickly and his stomach twisted slightly with worry.

Eyes the color of a clear sky looked beyond the feathered branches of the pines and saw the horse, a dapples gray looking stallion. Then with a downward glance he saw the wolf settled in the cold. Alder hesitated, but then stepped forward towards the seated woman and spoke. "Are you alright?" He asked, deep voice polite as he always hoped to be. He knew that he was a large beast, and that others might oddly find him intimidating so he stayed at a distance. The horse intrigued him, wondering if she had fallen off him and onto the snow cushioned ground. "Did he toss you?" He spoke, feeling a tad more comfortable. He stood, shifting slight in the snow as he was still uncomfortable in his Optime form. Hand fiddled with his fingers, unsure exactly what to do with them.

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Skye Collins · 01-20-2011, 02:42 PM

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that's him! ^^

Skye had been to preoccupied with Jack and her fall in the snow to notice that there was another scent on the breeze - one of wolf. She looked up and found that there was a boy there - he wasn't too young, maybe as young as Saul. Around that age, in any case. He was primarily brown, but he had black fur masking his face and blue eyes. He asked if she was alright, and seemed genuinely concerned about her.

The girl stood up and brushed off snow that was on her as well as any other debris. "I'm fine, thanks," she said, looking back up to the boy. He was staying a ways away from Jack, but for all the help that did, he may as well have been an inch away. Jack seemed to endear to him very much - he walked forward a few steps before Skye grasped his mane - not tightly enough to cause him pain, but gently and firmly. "Stop that, Jack," she said, laughing. "We don't walk up to people like that with no warning!" After all, Jack was unpredictable - although he did have a habit of either liking someone or disliking them, and he looked like he liked this wolf, she couldn't be sure he wouldn't just run away with him and never come back. And why didn't he like her that much, anyway? She turned her eyes back on the masked boy, a grin still on her face.

He asked if he threw her off. "Not this time - I wasn't riding him. Just taking him on a little walk." She felt a bit foolish - who took their horses for a walk? People rode horses, not went around and took them for a walk like you would do with a cat or something. She changed the subject so this man wouldn't think she was a weirdo - which she probably was for taking her horse on a walk. "I'm Skye."

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Alder · 01-28-2011, 09:11 AM

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Alder watched as the female brushed herself off, and then averted his eyes as he figured that he was staring. He looked at the horse, watching his expression and smiling with contentment. Blue eyes looked back at her face as she spoke, and his smile faltered only slightly as he nodded once. Good, she was okay. He didn't really know what he would have done if she was hurt, the only healer that he knew of was back in Crimson Dreams, and the newly ranked Cours wolf could not venture back there just yet.

The horse's movement caught his attention once more, and Alder stood his ground as the stallion took a few steps closer. The female scolded him, and Alder laughed lightly right along with her. He didn't mind at all, and was far from frightened by the horse's approach. He could tell that it was friendly, the look on his face, the placement of his ears, they all spoke to him. Yet it was the energy that Alder felt that passed between all creatures that told him it was friendly. A black furred hand reach out to could the pale nose of the stallion, Thats okay. He spoke to the fey, catching her eye as he tried to pet the horse.

She explained that she had not been riding, and though he wondered it Alder did not ask how she fell. He knew how this form could feel unbalanced at times, it was easy to tumble over. Oh He replied. He didn't know of too many that walked their horse instead of ride, but the boy was open to the idea of it. Who was he to say? The large wolf was unsure if he would ever ride a horse, his size made him worry for the back of the creatures and he thought that perhaps he would simply walk beside them just as she did.
Alder, of Cour des Miracles. It was the first time he had given the new title, and it felt odd on his tongue. He was no long of Crimson Dreams, and the youth needed to grow content with that truth.

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