The one with the wolf in the water

Wretch D'Angelo · 02-15-2011, 04:14 AM

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It's a small spring surrounded by boulders on the nothern side of the mountain, on the outside.

She had been to this place before, she remembered. The pack leader had been relaxing here when she, her siblings, and her mother had come to speak with her. There had been something about the spot that Wretch had liked, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, and she had decided that she ought to come back and pay it a visit herself. There was a smaller pool to the side of the larger spring, she now noticed as she padded slowly around the body of water.

A glance into the small pool made her jump; there was another wolf in the water! The girl had not had the chance to see her reflection many times, and it had surprised her. She stared at the other pup, turning her head this way and that. There was something different about that wolf...little bubbles came up through its image, distorting it every few seconds. Who was that other pup staring back at her?

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-15-2011, 11:43 AM

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Of all his children, it had been Wretch that had worried the dark wolf the most. She was born sickly, weak, and still looked it—lean despite her puppy fat, with sharp edges he attributed to her illness and not her genes. Larkspur had not spent enough time around coyotes to truly recognize them. If he had, he would have seen the exotic blood in Eris as filth, and known his little saving grace was not simply thin from disease, but from her blood. She showed signs of coyote while the others did not. Pandemic was large compared to his sisters, and Salvia had the timber coat that many wolves did, but both looked…normal. Wretch did not.

He had finished his ride with his horse early, and after rubbing her down and leaving her to find her own food in the forest outside of the caves, the dark wolf had gone looking for his children. Now that they were old enough to travel without supervision, they did so often. Having three meant trouble; two went one way, another went a third, and then suddenly they were scattered. Salvia had been lingering near the horses, showing no fear about the large beasts, and when asked about her siblings been vague. Larkspur warned her to be mindful of the hooves before he left, following fresher scents to find the others.

He trailed Wretch north, and found her outside of the caves. She was staring into a pool of water. Not aiming to startle her, the big wolf moved noisily towards his daughter.

Wretch D'Angelo · 02-16-2011, 03:08 AM

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Perhaps a lesson of some sort? :3 I don't know much about their religion, if it'd be ok for them to talk about that x3

She had been starting to get a little cold, but the springs were heating her up. She leaned forward, smiling as the steam rose up to tickle her fur and provide her with its warmth. That soon became boring, though, and she looked around for something else that she could do. Just as she spotted some stones nearby a large form came into view. She shrinked away instinctively at the sight of its shadow, but her posture soon changed when she realized exactly who had come to join her at the springs. "Da! Da!"

Wretch came forward excitedly, leaning toward him to try and bump herself against his legs. "Ma took'd me to see this place once, and I found it again! By myself!" She was proud of her scouting skills, proud that she had been able to locate a place that she had been shown only one time before. "Where Sal? An' Pan?" She inquired. Maybe they were still back at home with Ma.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-16-2011, 11:43 AM

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That simple baby talk already told her father that none of his children would speak as poorly as he did. Salvia had a slight twang in her voice, but it was likely that would fade. They sounded more like their mother, who spoke clearly and used proper enunciation. This was good. Many wolves he had met in the past had thought Larkspur’s speech made him stupid—they were mistaken. For all of his simple behaviors, all of his base instincts, Larkspur was remarkably fast when it came to learning certain things. He understood undercurrents of tone in speech, and had picked up on sarcasm and lying quickly. It was a skill he did not enjoy, finding deception base. He rarely lied. He had no need for such things.

Like a small kitten, the white girl rubbed herself against his legs, thankfully careful of his large feet and claws. He dropped down to be closer to her size, though he still towered over her. Walking on four legs in this form was not as easy as it was in lupus, but the man adapted to the needs presented. She needed him to be smaller, and it would make seeing the world from her eyes easier. “Yer sister is with th’horses an’ I ain’t seen yer brother yet.” He had intended to look for him after finding this one, but she seemed very eager to show off what she had re-found. “All by yerself, eh? How did y’find it again?” It was a test, albeit it a simple one. She likely tracked a scent, but he was curious. He had worried about her development as her size flat lined next to her larger siblings.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 02-17-2011, 04:50 AM

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PAN PAN PAN has arrived!

The ghosts of voices easily echoed within their underground home, but not outside where the roof shifted and lived. Pan padded closer to the outside world, though the usual grimace was not made. Instead, the boy’s spirits grew, for today he would have the element of surprise tucked in his hands. With puppy paws trudging through white, he followed scent and noise to the couple outside. Charging at his father’s crouching form before his runty sister, jaws opened with the intention to clamp them gently around the adult male’s heel. A young growl vibrated in the young D’Angelo’s throat, for he was the victorious hunter.

Beryl hues focused on his smaller sibling, and his ebony rump started to wiggle immediately; open for anything to make this day a little less dull. Why his sibling didn’t settle with the caves’ depths was beyond the young boy, for the outside world was not a terrific place to be, overall. Mossy green travelled to the pools of water behind the two, and ebony puppy nose wrinkled slightly, for he was not particularly excited about anything that had to do with water.

Wretch D'Angelo · 03-19-2011, 11:49 AM

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I'm sorry ;__; I'm getting everything answered now. If you want this to turn into your last rank requirement thread that'd be fine :O teach 'em a bit. Now that I"m back I can reply to this ASAP each time.

"Danno, I used my nose and I remembered...that the leader was here! I could smell her a little. The whole place smells like her though!" Did all pack lands smell just like the wolf who led them? Why did that wolf want the lands to smell like them? She didn't understand why the leader would need to protect the pack lands or what a border was, really...just the fact that she had been told over and over again not to go play near the "border".

She heard a sound and looked up, puppy ears perked, eyes wide. "PANNNN" She squealed, hurrying around her father's paws and heading straight for the little boy. "Itsa Pan-Monster!" She stopped just short of running into the boy, tail wagging furiously. It felt like forever since she had seen her brother, even if it had only been a few hours.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 03-28-2011, 07:00 PM

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A pleased nod was given to her response. Before he had time to go on further, the girl was distracted by the arrival of her brother. Pandemic, even now, was much larger than his scrawny sister. Wretch was the runt of the litter, and it showed plainly. She would always be thin and sharply angled. He attributed this to her development and not to her coyote-heritage, though this perhaps was part of it. Neither of the other two resembled the savages, for which Larkspur was thankful. There was no desire within him to care for a mutt.

The pair certainly looked funny, next to each other. One would hardly think they were related except for their eyes, which were close in hue but not in shade. Salvia’s eyes were the only ones that looked peculiar—they were her mother’s, and not from the D’Angelo bloodline. “Yer brother ain’t a monster,” he interrupted, sitting down on a rocky formation. “But if y’want t’hear ‘bout one, I have a story yer both old enough t’hear.” A folk tale, but a wise one none the less.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 04-03-2011, 04:40 AM

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Being called a monster was not very nice, but the boy’s rump continued to shake regardless, for he was infected with childish enthusiasm. He turned from his father’s leg and charged at his paler sister instead, teeth unreservedly bared. He could pretend to be a monster for a little while. It was a role he was familiar with, for he did not possess enough speed to be the one being chased. Dull green hues flickered to his father as he commented on the monster part. ”Why not?”

Of course, it would be much more fun to hear about a true monster instead of pretending to be one. Poking his snout against Wretch’s pale face, he turned to toss all attention over to his father. Stories could be frightening at times, but the young boy was unable to resist. Nodding eagerly, the boy stumbled over to his sire, clumsily seeking the best spot in the man’s lap for some exciting story telling.

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