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Saxif Goldenfeather · 05-10-2011, 07:15 PM

The yellowish cream wolf wandered through the northern region she learned was Arachnea’s Revenge. She happened upon a beach and decided to take rest there. She had walked into the cool water just far enough to have both feet within it. Her head tilted side to side as she watched her reflection. The water was so clear and blue it felt she could see into herself. She imagined herself looking powerful and radiant. She hoped to one day grow into a beautiful and strong lupreci. A soft sigh escaped her as all she saw was a young pale wolf. She longed to one day look like her teacher. Painted like a god of the hunt ready for blood.

She let out another sigh and started to lap up the water with her tongue. It was cool and fresh. Wondering how long she had been gone from her new home as she drank. She had been exploring for a while now and figured it might be time to return. She didn’t want her new pack to worry. After all she had run away from her previous one. She didn't want them to think of her as a deserter. She drank to her fill and remained in the water. Saxif watched her reflection with a longing in her eyes. She wanted to grow up so her dreams would be real and not just a hope.

Ouija D'Angelo · 05-11-2011, 02:09 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; 397 words

The male was out in optime form as was usual for him. After all he had his satchel with him and that was simply the easiest way to carry it. Whenever he left the pack's lands he had his satchel with him should he find anything of interest while he was out. It was the easiest and simplest way to transport things. It also allowed him to bring along items that he carried with him everywhere when he was away from home. Especially with the time of year that he was he needed his jars with him in case he found anything that he could color himself with. He wished to make sure that he remained stocked up through the winter this time.

It could be easily seen that he enjoyed color. There were patches of white to be seen through the multitudes of color that were splashed about his pelt. There was no rhyme or reason or any sort of pattern. He had just taken multiple colors and placed them upon himself wherever he could. Anything the break up the monotony of his natural pelt. He really didn't like being a singular color and it showed. Nature was full of color and he made the effort to reflect that in his pelt.

He was just aimlessly wandering around when he spotted the other. What was with these females teasing him lately? Not that they knew just what an attraction that the lupus form was for him. How could they know the teachings that he adhered to? They weren't within the cult with him to know. Still he had to try and hold himself in check even though an involuntary groan had slipped past his lips. Still, he might be able to charm her. He had done so with others before.

"The reflection will never do you justice. The movement of the water will continue to distort it and never portray it accurately." He complimented the female as he made his way over to her. Once he got close he made to kneel down beside her. Without really thinking about it he reached out a hand to try and stroke his fingers through the fur upon her back. "You don't have to worry, your beauty hasn't faded any. If anything, it is only destined to grow." He offered up the words with a smile upon his lips.

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Saxif Goldenfeather · 05-11-2011, 03:02 PM

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As Saxif continued to stare in the water her reflection waved. She had not heard the approach of the other, her thoughts gone away with her yet again. All she had heard was an odd moan that caused her to look back. As if to taunt her already self-loathing moment a colourful white wolf approached. His optime form a sight like a rainbow after a long storm another kick to how plain she felt. She looked back to her reflection as he spoke to her, his tone filled with a softness she wasn't accustomed to. She smiled shyly in response to his kind words. Though she shifted away from his sudden reach, after all he was still a stranger to her.

She settled herself to face the wolf than be beside him. Her feet had gone deeper in the shallow beach. She stood with a regal pride regardless of her current insecurities. Her fluffy tail swayed side to side in a relaxed manner.

She tilted her head slightly to the side. His expression was one she had not known before. But she smiled; his words were of kind nature and filled with knowing. It was almost as if fate had knocked on her door, to keep her spirit from falling. She seemed dumbfounded by the wolf, unsure of how to respond to such kindness. So she merely responded with a soft Thank you. She had smiled softly in return her golden eyes shining with a new found happiness. This handsome rainbow of a wolf she would never forget.

Ouija D'Angelo · 05-26-2011, 04:09 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; If she is in her lupus form it isn't likely that she would have a mane for she would look like a regular wolf and wolves don't have manes. It is in the secui form that the mane begins to grow and in optime form that it has grown long enough to act like hair. Here it show the mane protecting the neck in the secui form; 326 words

He withdrew his hand once she had moved away from him. If she didn't want to be touched then he would abide by that. After all he knew what the word no meant. He was simply used to growing up in a place where touch was a commonplace event. It was something that happened all of the time. It wasn't unusual for new acquaintances to be cuddled up to each other. That was simply the life he knew. Still he respected boundaries once they were made known to him. Addison was one that could most certainly vouch for that. She had told him not to touch without her permission and so he hadn't. Even now he still had a habit a checking with her to make sure that it was okay first.

He placed his hands down upon his lap once the female had moved away to sit and face him instead. Since she had yet to respond to his words there was little that he could do except to just simply watch her. If she continued to say nothing and just stare at him then he could easily be on his way again. After all this female was the only reason that the male of various colors had remained in this area. He was looking to strike up conversation through compliment but such didn't seem to be working.

At least at first it had appeared that way. Though when she had deigned it necessary to speak it was nothing more than two simple words. How was one to hold a conversation that way? "No thanks are needed when only the truth is spoken." He tried again, denying her polite words. He didn't say what he did in order to receive thanks. He wasn't looking for praise just for being nice. No, he was interested in something to fill his time. If he couldn't find it here then he would have to find it elsewhere then.

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Saxif Goldenfeather · 06-02-2011, 11:38 PM

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WC: 300+ Finally responded! Sorry this took so long.

The male seemed slightly offended by her quick response to his touch or so she had thought. But he complied with an honourable calm. She smiled slightly as he spoke his response to her thanks. She had been feeling low and slightly rejected from the past weeks of bond with another male. Her already closed heart a beating mess of betrayal now slightly battered with confusion. She studied the male’s bright colours among his pelt. Your fur is beautiful, how has it become so vibrant and exciting? She had seen a few people with colours she had only seen among flowers before coming to these lands but had never asked how they came to be on their pelts.

She pondered an idea before speaking her next question her curiosity rising greatly as she looked over the lupreci. Do you think I could get colours? She smiled hopeful and knowing that this male must know how she may become less plain. She wanted to become something more interesting and maybe more beautiful. Her tail wagged lightly as her face livened up to its more common glow of youth.

She stepped from the water and circled the large male entranced by every splash of colour, each its unique patch and the drawn marks on him she wondered what each meant. Who made you so striking? His scent was a fascinating mixture of wolf and other faint aromas. She wondered if females often fell to his allure. She herself felt slightly drawn to the male like she had not felt before but she often admired others who were different so she did not think too deeply on her own feelings. She finished her inspection as he began to speak, returning to her position slightly closer in front of him. She sat herself at the edge of the water and had looked up with a warm smile on her ivory face.

Ouija D'Angelo · 06-09-2011, 02:43 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; It is fine hun, I had to play catch up on my other account anyways; 720 words

It was true that he still wasn't entirely used to having his touch denied but he could cope with it. After all he wasn't the sort to force himself on another. He did well enough off o his own charms so why would he want to take something that would be freely given from another? So no, if she didn't wish to be touched then he could easily respect that. After all he was coming to learn that those in these parts didn't have the same core values that he did. He already figured that his beliefs would be different but he didn't expect that entire ways of thinking and acting would be so far off either. He still couldn't conform himself to expect something in return for what it was that he did for others. He did it because he had the ability, time, and supplies. He didn't do it because he could force someone else to give him something in return.

"I can't say that the process is something full of excitement. It isn't really anything special either. I just take the colors from nature and place them upon myself." It really wasn't anything special at all. It wasn't even done for a special purpose. He only did it because he didn't like being limited to a single color while nature was so full of many different varieties. He just took from nature and placed them upon his own pelt. That really was all that there was to the whole thing. It wasn't at all hard to do or anything. The only thing was the wait. The items used to create the colors had to be in season and ripe in order to be used.

He smiled a bit and nodded his head. "Of course you can. The colors won't be as vibrant since you already have a hint of color yourself. Still you can add on top of it." His coloring was perfect for holding colors since his pelt was void of coloration otherwise. Of course that had been the exact reason that he had started adding color to himself in the first place. He cherished those, perhaps even envying slightly, which weren't stuck being such a plain color. So yes, he liked those that had more than one natural color to them. Or even something different from his own was nice. "It isn't that hard. It is a matter of finding something you like and applying it." There was a bit more to the process than that but that really was the basic gist of it.

The large male remained still as he was examined. It was something that he was used to. Sometimes his odd appearance would be met with praise and other times it was met with disgust. He was used to both happening but he didn't let it get to him. It was his own personal preference to do what he did. He didn't seek to impress any but himself with his color addiction. If someone didn't like it then they didn't have to associate with or look at him. In his mind it really was as simple as that.

Ouija waited until the female seated herself once more before he bothered to answer her question. "I have done it all myself." The words were given quite easily. The only thing on his body that he didn't do himself was the symbol on his chest. Someone else had put the pack symbol upon him. It had been at his request though. But he supposed that she was still talking about the dye job and that he had done all alone. It was something that he had been doing for quite awhile now. It had started in the cult once he had first learned the process and had simply been continued since that time. He had started out just rolling about in grass and dirt but clearly he had moved up from that, not to say that he didn't still partake in that habit. No, he had just ended up learning how to extract colors from flowers and other such plants so that he could have a broader range of colors to choose from. And it clearly showed since he didn't stick to a single color and didn't have any sort of pattern either.

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Saxif Goldenfeather · 06-17-2011, 07:07 PM

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Saxif was impressed when the wolf had mentioned he had done it all himself. It wasn’t everyday you met a wolf with an extraordinary talent. Especially one so involved with colors. She much enjoyed her first spring, in the tundra it was said that some of the flowers that bloomed were of the most beautiful. She found that hard to believe since her arrival to these lands. As the flowers had begun to bloom and the trees filled with brightness. There has never been anything more beautiful to her in her short life. To be brightened even just in the slightest like a flower in the spring would be delightful.

She smiled brightly at the colorful wolf as her tail wagged lightly. You think you could color me? She hoped the wolf could but what would she offer in return. She felt slightly embarrassed asking as though expecting him to do it out of the kindness of his heart. She was use to getting what she wanted in her homeland at a moment’s whim but here she knew it was different. She thought for a moment, she new offering her hunting skills would be a difficult task since he lived so far from her home. What could she offer? I don’t know what I could give you in return though. She looked down saddened that she had so little to offer.

Ouija D'Angelo · 06-18-2011, 01:08 PM

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It really wasn't that hard of a task. Patience was something one had to have though. It took time to find the proper plants to be used and even more time waiting on the color to boil out of them. But apart from that there was really nothing to it. Once it was ready it was all soak, rinse, repeat sort of cycle. So it wasn't at all complicated. It was something that anyone at all could do when they knew what plants did what and how to tell if they were at the stage that they could be used. But once those basics were had there wasn't really anything at all to it.

He was surprised with her question. He had never been asked to dye someone else before. He'd been requested to do tattoos and craft other things but never to dye someone else. "You want me to dye you?" He figured that he better ask and make certain. "I could. It depends on what color you are looking for." He could probably find what color she wanted if it wasn't already boiled and rested in liquid form in his satchel. But those in his satchel would be the same colors as those already on his pelt since it hadn't been too long since he had added fresh color to himself.

What was it with everyone in this area thinking that he had to have something in return for his services? He did what he did because he could do it and someone else couldn't. He didn't see what everyone expected payment right way, if there was ever to be any. After all it even depended on if she could do something that he couldn't do for himself. "You don't have to give me anything." He spoke up in hopes to ease her worry. Where he was born they all helped each other without expecting to be rewarded. It was a much simpler way of life. And to this day he still didn't understand why everyone always thought that they needed a reward for their work.

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Saxif Goldenfeather · 06-23-2011, 03:44 PM

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Saxif smiled warmly at the rainbow wolf. She had not expected him to be so generous. Saxif herself was quite giving; if someone had said they were hungry she would give them her food or even hunt it for them. This trait was yet another reason she was so different from the wolves of her home. There skills were bought with food, homes or other services; the less you had to offer the lower you were. Even though she was of the greatest status in the pack she never gave expecting things in return. She liked that this trait was something the colorful wolf and she shared. Thank you… Wow I didn’t get your name. Mine is Saxif, Saxif Goldenfeather. She smiled politely it wasn’t like her to just jump into conversation with out proper introduction. The idea made her feel good though, it was informal and different. She much enjoyed different.

I’m not sure what colors I should have. Though I have been quite partial to red and pink. She enjoyed these colors because they often brought on thoughts of hunting. Red for the color of blood, the common color drenching hunters in the midst of a kill. She often envied her father’s stained fur when he returned home from long trips. Pink for the common color of her uncle’s scars, she envied scars. They were a testament to a wolf’s strength in her eyes. She nodded. Yes, red and pink. They would be a homage to the hunters of her old tribe. It would be a proclamation of her own dreams as a huntress. She smiled thinking and they would be pretty too.

Ouija D'Angelo · 07-09-2011, 03:10 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; Since I'm going to archive after this post I'm going to assume she told him what she wanted done and finish up the thread that way; 513 words

If Ouija had it, seeing as he generally kept extras of everything that he had, then he freely gave it away. After all they were generally things that he could restock himself and so it wasn't really a hassle to give away what he had. But he had learned that in this area others expected things in return for their services. That was something that he just didn't get and understand. It wasn't something that he had picked up to do himself despite what others in the area did. No, he still stuck true to what he had been brought up in the cult doing. He had given away things there and so he did the exact same here. He really didn't see any reason to change the way that he did things at all.

"Ouija." He gave his own name with a smile. It hadn't bothered him to not have an introduction. He had carried on entire conversations before without ever getting a name. But then again this area was vast and he wouldn't be surprised if he never seen her again. He knew his own looks would be unforgettable and it set him apart from others so even if he didn't give his name there was something else for others to remember him by. But yes, this place wasn't like where he had come from. Others weren't close here and the chances of running into the same canine more than once seemed unlikely.

He couldn't say that he had any pinks but he did have a red at least. "I have red. So where do you want it and what do you want done?" The words were spoken as he placed his satchel on the ground and knelt down to open it so that he could pull out the jar of colored liquid. He held it up to show to her before he opened it. He waited for her to tell him what it was that she wanted before he applied the dye to her wishes and specifications. Once he was assured that she was happy with the result he capped off the jar again and placed it back in his satchel. "That should last you a few weeks. I'm living in Anathema should you decide that you ever want a touch up or further lessons." He spoke the word as he slipped his satchel back over his shoulder. "I should be going now since I have a few things I want to do before heading back. It was a pleasure to meet you as well as assist you." The words were given in parting with a slight wave attached before he walked off. After all he had left the pack in order to gather a few supplies for himself. That was something he really should do before he entirely lost the light of the day. He wanted to stock back up on some things that he was running low on since he always liked to have extras right on hand. It was never known when those spares would be needed.

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