It's My Own Design
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ooc: i'd prefer someone of the pack that skye hasn't spoken to in a while ^^ dated: April 11

The pregnant female had taken time out of the day to check on her garden. After the snowstorm, she had been devastated by the disaster that struck, and was hurt even more by the damage that it took to the garden. All the plants had been destroyed, and the dirt had been cleared over by snow and debris from the trees that were everywhere around the garden area. Skye now had cleared away the half-melted slush and the leaves and branches that barred the way to the garden, and had planted some more berries and things that she had found.

All of this had happened days before, and now Skye was intent on watering the plants and keeping them as healthy as they could be - strong enough to endure any more disasters that came their way. She put various rotten peels and other oddities found in the town on them; she knew that if things were rotting and old enough, they'd help the plants grow. She laid off on watering them - it had recently rained, and she thought that they have had enough water for now. She simply leaned against a tree and watched her garden, thinking about it and the pack and her pups.

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OOC: Mind if I join?
WC: 395




He had been going back and forth recently, through the territory from Ethereal Eclipse to Thornbury. Slade found that he got the chance to meet many canines through this method of constant traveling, and it gave him a destination whenever he was wandering alone. Still, as of this month he hadn't been extremely outgoing, continuing his wanders to and fro without running into anyone. Normally he wouldn't have minded this, but after he had gotten so used to seeing some sort of intelligent life at least once a week, he couldn't help but really want some sort of interaction.

The coyote's chance came when he was wandering around the southeastern parts Thornbury. Despite his myopia he had come to recognize the colors of his packmates, and he matched the color cream to Skye Collins. The last time he had seen her it had been during a pack hunt; he might have seen her at the pack meeting as well, but his fit of inward rage had clouded his senses and he had barely noticed her then. Now something looked different about her, but he couldn't quite put a name to it until he started to walk over: she was pregnant. The pack hunt had only been a month ago, and she hadn't been like this before; time flew by too fast.

Shaking his head, Slade started to approach the tree she leaned against. "Hey, Skye," he called out, not wanting to surprise her. "I hope things have been going better since the meeting?" He had been mostly alone since but had never been attacked, so he had assumed that the killer had been caught. Funny, he hadn't seen that madwoman Arwen Stormcloud in a while; it wouldn't surprise him if she had turned out to be the murderer. He hoped that he wasn't invading on Syke's privacy by any means with the question, but as a member of Cercatori d'Arte he thought he had the right to know.

He stopped walking when he was near the tree. Slade didn't want to look straight up at her, trying to show the proper respect to his superior, and instead followed her gaze. Gardens were not a familiar sight to him, and he didn't understand why it smelled of rotting food. He tried not to recoil at the stench. Why were there strange decaying things in the dirt?

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yay!! i love slade! xD

It wasn't long before she was distracted by one of her packmates, Slade. She was glad for the distraction - it took her mind off of some things that were happening right now in her life, and she was glad for the quiet and imaginative member's company. "Hello, Slade," she said. "Yes, things have been going better; the murderer was caught by Shawchert, and he is never coming here ever again." She paused, and sensed Slade's curiousity as to who it was - she decided that she would gain nothing from hiding it from him, and he, as a member of the pack, deserved to know. "It was Argul," she said, letting the name slip off of her tongue in disgust. The former member's name had tainted her lips before she knew it was him that had done those horrible things, but never again; when and if she ever saw him again, she would kill him.

Deciding to let the heavy subject drop, she looked to where Slade was staring, with his nose wrinkled and his expression showing slight disgust. She laughed a bit. "That smell is those rotting peels," she said, pointing to the various peels and bits of fruits and other things that have rotten away. "It's a secret of my mother's she used to use to help her gardens grow; when something that is rotting is put in the ground where the plants are, it gives the plants nutrients and food so they can grow faster and healthier."

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OOC: Sorry for my fail delay in getting this up. D:
WC: 335




Slade was glad that the murderer had been caught, though he was surprised to hear that the culprit wasn't Arwen. It was clear that the other Luperci had only been mad, but not a mad killer. He wouldn't be the one to push on the subject; whoever Argul was or had been, judging from the way Skye had spat out his name, Slade had been fortunate enough not to meet them. The small coyote was relieved to hear that he wouldn't have to be looking over his back every time he heard a twig break or a leaf fall, nor would he even have to consider asking anyone to be a bodyguard--the thought had crossed his mind for a short while every so often, but he had dropped it just as quickly as it had come up; the most suitable canine he could think of was Jaden, and he still wanted to rip the prejudiced loner to shreds.

As Skye went on, it was clear that they both wanted to let the subject drop. She addressed the reason for the stench. Slade didn't really know anything about how plants grew, just that they needed water and sunlight; he wondered if a canine as a lupus had an enhanced sense of smell, because he would never want to grow one of these stinking things. What was its purpose, anyway? He was certain that prey was made the same way animals were made, not out of the ground; and while he knew little about the shifting canines, he was fairly certain that they did not eat plants.

"Well... that's interesting," Slade managed; it was the best thing he could come up with that didn't plainly show he was still repulsed by the garden's smell. Despite the fact he would rather have nothing to do with them in the future, curiosity got the better of him and Slade figured he might as well ask the question that was now on his mind. "So... what are gardens for, anyway?"

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it's alright, and sorry for my own! ><

Skye laughed softly as Slade said that it was interesting about the peels - at least he was trying. She looked fondly at the plants; they were growing more after the disaster that had struck Souls, and she hoped that no other storm would blow through like that again. She planned, at least for now, to borrow some leftover wood from a pile in Thornbury and build a crude border around the garden; she felt that the rogue animals such as raccoons and rats were getting into her stock of plants, and she didn't want them tearing it out, especially now that winter was over and they'd be out again. She turned back to Slade as he asked what gardens were for.

"Well," she said, ivory paws shifting, "canines are omnivorous, so they can eat plants and berries as well as meat. These are also good for using in medicines - I'm sure Sky would find use for more than one," she said, pondering this while looking at the plants in thought. She had to ask Sky if any of these plants would be useful for her medicine skills - she thought she remembered one or two of them being so, but she couldn't be sure without asking someone first.

The petite leaves rustled in the wind as they began, once more, their journey into the world. Skye looked at them fondly, her tail relaxed and herself generally in a calm mood.

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Skye's answer was straightforward enough. Yes, canines were omnivorous, but Slade still wondered why one would purposely want to stink up their land with a garden. He wasn't going to push the topic any more at this point. It would just lead to more confusion, more questions, and possibly nagging Skye with those questions like an annoying puppy. The coyote knew that he had a tendency to do that when there was a topic that interested him, in one way or another. He remembered his short conversation with Shawchert, which he had managed to keep up because of his interest. In this case, he had no interest in gardens and found it would be useless to talk about them.

Slade was silent after that, glancing up at Skye, wondering what was going through her mind. It might have made it easier to come up with something to say if he knew what she was thinking about. As he looked at her, though, he couldn't help but notice something was certainly different about her, which he hadn't noticed at the pack hunt. First it was Valinta, now Skye; did everyone in this pack have some kind of romance going on? There was another thing he would never understand: why would anyone want to have puppies? He must have been alone in his opinion of "puppies are stupid".

Still, he didn't want to be rude; if Skye wanted to be a mother, that was her choice. It gave him a topic to bring up, anyway. Speaking a bit hesitantly, he said, "So... congratulations on the pups." Usually this was followed by "Who's the lucky father?", but Slade had a feeling that he would have no idea who that male was, either. He was terribly out of touch with his pack. It was at times like this when he wished that he hadn't gotten so used to the lifestyle of a loner.

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