Never thought I'd get here

Siku · 03-10-2011, 06:33 PM

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Because I have a bit of writers block, a short starter for either Raps or Shaw, or both? Whatever the first responder wants Tongue

Siku had only ever experienced one spring, and that was far in the Northwest. The snow did not completely melt until late June that far North. Siku enjoyed seeing everything grow and come to life in spring, one moment she was watching the snow melt and the next there were pussy willows and spruce trees growing leaves. Summer didn't last long at all in her memory. Two and a half months of warm bliss for Siku now nearly forgotten, the she-wolf had no idea what the weather would be like in Dahlia. After the snow storm, Siku expected more of what felt like cruel beatings from Mother Nature. She was actually a little worried after almost freezing, but it was becoming warmer outside. Siku could feel it, the biting wind was gone for good it seemed.
As the temperature rose to a pleasant chill in the air, Siku awoke to feel the suns rays actually warm her body and insulate her fur.

Most days were spent wandering around the town and surrounding land, but this day was reserved for something else, something special. Golden eyes shot open and fluttered as Siku adjusted to the sunlight hitting her lazy eyes, and the petite woman took a moment to shake her fur and come to full consciousness. At night, the young she-wolf would travel to hunt, and then creep back into town. Feeling foolish, as she knew she was a part of the pack now, Siku couldn't help but feel awkward in the strange town. She had seen human built structures many times, but never had she inhabited one. To build one like her friend Saul did seemed near impossible. Instead Siku liked to curl up in small, warm places. It was a little childish perhaps, but Siku felt safe when she was tucked into herself, nose under her leg. Never had she slept in Optime form.

Siku shook herself again before standing up, lazily stretching every limb. She then made a slow trot around in the snow, warming up her stiff legs as she got ready to change. Siku was going to go from four legs to two in order to the strange library. It was her mission for the day, her own goal. She'd only been there once before. After changing into her slimmer, 5"5 Optime form near the side of the library, the woman glanced around with a sheepish expression before ducking into the old building. "Spring is here soon.. I can tell!" Siku murmured to herself happily as she briskly retrieved a book, clutching it o her chest as she left the building with a soft sigh. Storing her loaned book in a strange old building was worrisome for Siku, and as she walked away from the library she did so with a smile. Graceful in her happy bliss, Siku ran her hands over the book with intrigue once again. It was a gift, a thick book of words Nayru had lent to the Arctic she-wolf. It was an Encyclopedia of plants that were right there in Dahlia, where Siku could watch them grow! It had information on so much, and the woman wanted to read every sentence at least twice. Why she was so fond of life and plants, she never bothered to question. It just happened along the way of exploring so much. Some old and some new experiments with different plants gave Siku the curiosity to keep learning.

Siku found a seemingly vacated house on the same road, and perched on the front step only a little hesitantly. Her pure white body curled in around her slightly worn book as she pushed through tabbed spots gently. Mentally thanking Nayru as she thumbed through pages, Siku settled with her elbow on her thigh and her hand supporting her neck as she leaned over the book with intense concentration. The woman seemed to put all her strength and will into one thing at a time, though focus was only truly found when it came to reading- As well as hunting of course.

Phones Toyota · 03-17-2011, 04:33 AM

Sorry for the wait on reply, I got struck down by midterms .__.

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Even though the feeling of heat from the sun's rays upon his back was nice, Phones still felt as though the chill of a newly sprouted winter was with them. He felt cold a lot, and others thought that he had some sort of illness because of his constant trembling. His shyness was the one responsible for all the first impressions and the fear that he was cold all the time. Since he had been accepted to Dahlia De Mai though, he had been getting better, and his shakiness was rarely seen now.

As a hobby to keep his hand steady while stitching, Phones found it necessary to fix clothing that he would find or scraps of cloth and rags that he could sew together to make something. The boy knew that he wasn't terribly good at it, but it was mostly for practice. He could stitch his own wounds, but it was a very painful skill that he wished he didn't have, since he knew that he was the only one that could fix himself unless the wound was on his backside.

He stayed like this for a while, Optime formed hands doing their handy work as he sat comfortably with one leg being used as a support for the canvas he was sewing on. It was hard starting out when he didn't have desks or tables to use while he worked, but he began to become more flexible with parts of his body once he got the training in. It was hard, and it was a tedious learning experience, but the ashy hued teen didn't want to be stuck doing absolutely nothing for the rest of his life and feeling sorry for how he couldn't make something out of his disability, both physical and mental.

That was when he heard someone's voice come from within one of the buildings he was leaning against, which nearly gave the poor boy a heart attack. Startled and now anxious to where the voice came from, Phones wasn't paying attention and ended up pricking the tip of his index finger with the needle. A sharp gasp escaped his lips and the boy took his finger between his lips, ears flattening against his head as he drew out the blood.

Orange eyes flashed over to where the other walked out of the library, and Phones cringed in response. However, if there was one thing that always caught the young lad's attention, it was the sight of a book. Books were rare for him to find, and because he did have a large interest in them, his fear of his kind dwindled almost to nothing as long as there was a book in their hands. The slight nerves pricked at his mind, but his love for intellect flooded over his anxieties.

He wasn't sure how to approach the other Luperci without seeming awkward or creepy. He lowered himself to all fours, his tail between his legs as he drew in closer, but at the same time, managed to keep a fair distance to as not startle the girl. It was evident that she was intrigued with whatever she was reading, and it comforted the boy to know that there were still others that appreciated literature. Many made fun of Phones for that, along with his very existence being a joke to his old pack mates. Phones swallowed a clump in his throat, and his quiet voice finally emerged with its usual timidness.

"W-Whatcha reading, miss?" he asked politely. It came out normal, for the most part. However, to Phones, he beat himself mentally for the stutter. He felt that he would never be able to fix his speaking if he was going to be afraid of every little thing all the time.

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Siku · 03-20-2011, 12:16 PM

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It's fine! <3

'It's amazing what you can do with plants,' Slender fingers trailed down pages as Siku consumed words almost hungrily. Always eager to read, no matter the topic, this book was particularly entrapping the Dahlian's interest more so than usual. The down-to-earth woman always loved plants. 'Heal, cure, soothe, kill. Alter.' The last one was not something Siku was aware of until recently, the fact that certain plants could be utilized for their psychedelic effects. The she-wolf had left the border to explore days before, and became acquainted with some strange Loners not too far south. They offered her a joint, and thus the woman had experienced her first marijuana trip. After the thc left her system, the white wolf set forth to return home and get to her book as soon as possible. Was there information about the strange herb in the book? Suddenly, a sound interrupted the consumed she-wolf. Round ears twitching, the pale haired beauty glanced up with a soft sigh. It had been about a half hour since she had started reading, her golden eyes calculating this through the sun's progression in the sky.

Perceptive eyes lowered from the sky to scan the area, easily spotting the source of the sound. A finger pressing into the center of the books spine to hold her page, Siku inconspicuously studied the male that was now approaching her. He was a Dahlian, she could tell, and young. Younger than her. He had adorned himself with strange piercings all over, but this did not faze the woman. Rather, it fascinated her. Glowing eyes lowering to her pages, Siku tried not to stare as the boy drew near. He was missing a leg, and Siku assumed that the unfortunate soul was born that way. Soft hearted and kind as she was, the woman would do nothing to make the boy feel that he was lessened in any way by his disability. The she-wolf was not taught to be polite, it was in her nature. She was also learning from her closest friend Saul, though. He had found her at Dahlia's borders, and welcomed her into the pack like he was waiting for her all along. Saul has even offered to have Siku move into the house he built himself, and the woman found herself smiling at the very thought. It seemed these days that the handsome male would not leave her mind, and when he did it was never for long. There was little hope of continuing her reading now; the alabaster Dahlian's mind muddled with thoughts of Saul, and her ears averting her eyes back to the boy currently in front of her. Siku's dreamy smile grew into a disarming, charming grin as she waved to the boy with a hand. The other pulled a flap from the books jacket out to mark her page, gracefully closing the book and clutching it to her chest with an unconscious affection.

Siku's heart fluttered as she heard the boy speak for the first time. As he addressed her, he called her what Saul had often done since they met: Miss. It made her feel foolish at first, how proper it had sounded. But as her closest friend continued to call her that, it grew on the woman. She found herself pleased to hear it from another wolf, and already Siku took a liking to the stranger. He wouldn't hurt a fly, she could see it on his face. Another peaceful soul to befriend. "It's just an encyclopedia about the plants that grow here.. My name is Siku, but you can keep calling me miss, if you like. It's cute." A giggle escaped her slender maw, and Siku gestured to the front step she was currently relaxing on invitingly. "Sit! You can read with me."

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