Windsong

Amata Sadira · 05-22-2011, 12:56 PM

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The season for growing was beginning and she’d been scouring the lands looking for plants especially one particular one that she’d mentioned to a patient she had not too long ago. She was sure he wanted something for his siezures soon, and as soon as she saw the plants growing she picked them, and prepared them. She let her mother know she would not be back for a while and set out to the pack the male lived in. So far she had not found the one thing she thought she could do, to relieve the stresses of having to work nothing but medicine and reading all the time, she was anxious and her feet were happy to move now that she was on a mission, though to return once again to her home in due time, for now injuries and sickness could be handled easily by her sister. The trip there was quiet, uneventful and nice for the young woman. She was happy to be out, and walking again, and to move through the forest which was where her destination lay beyond, it was a sight to see. Though she had seen it many times as she lived in the forest as well as around Crimson Dreams for many months before returning, it still had new things to show her. She had to camp out in the forest for the night as she had started out late afternoon the day before, she had wanted to get the plants ready and delivered as soon as possible and she hadn’t found them until near noontime. It was nothing new for her to camp out on her own, though she would have loved company, and the thought of Leonard brought warm feelings and then lots of yelling in her head before she fell asleep by her fire that night.

Come morning she was up before dawn and after making sure her fire was out entirely, set out for Dahlia once more. It wasn’t long before her feet stepped out of the forest and she was in open plains again, and quite close to the borders. She lifted a smile, glad the man had trusted her to look at him and help diagnose his problem. Once at the border, she called for Saluce, hoping she didn’t catch him at a bad time, or it was too early in the morning for him. She hoped he would be happy that she brought him. She knew he didn’t like the idea of living with the siezures, something he couldn’t possibly control, though the plant would help considerably, she knew.

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-22-2011, 06:18 PM

The Days normally started early for the Dahlian paladin. But even today he was stretched out on his porch, lazily lying like a dog at the front door. He had slept there last night, finding solace in his natural form. Too much had been discovered lately for him to rise up on his horse and don his armor and walk around dahlia with a false mask of hope. He was sure now, after his meeting with the past leader of Inferni and his son who now led, that Conor had most likely traveled to Anathema. The behemoth had followed the trail there and that’s where it went cold. Even though the trail was old he picked up on bits of Conor’s left over scent until he couldn’t find it any longer. Saluce hadn’t trespassed but he had very nearly done it and now he realized just how much he wanted to know his fate. It all played heavily on his mind, even his encounter with Desiree hadn’t had the intended effect, now he worried that his one night stand may develop into something more and he wasn’t sure we was ready for that again.

A long yawn escaped his sullen face. A reflection of all the stress on his mind at the moment. For a brief moment he almost fell back asleep but the call reached his ears just as his eyes started to close and instantly they snapped back awake. His form didn’t snap up out of happiness, but out of weariness, the call bringing forth his fight or flight reflexes. Finally his mind eased a bit to discern whom it was calling for him. Then his form was in action, four paws beat against the ground in a steady rhythm before arriving a few moments later to see his Doctor.

The behemoths face met hers with worry, even though she hadn’t called out in haste or in stress, still he was worried something was wrong. He walked briskly up to her, still remaining in his more beastly form, paws striking the earth with purpose.

“Is everything okay Amata?” he asked out of curiosity as his blue eyes looked up at the beautiful Sadira lady. It seemed lately he had more than his fill of women in his life even if he had only gotten vaguely romantic with one of them. Still that evening with Desiree had left him wanting, the bond that he missed having with a female leaving him feeling empty again. It had had the opposite effect on him, and now he looked upon his friend with a bit more concern and caring than he’d normal reserve for a good friend.

“Sorry things have been difficult lately,” he gave her as an explanation, his own self-reflection on his behavior kicking in and he hoped today she had come for some other reason than the typical Doctor/Patient things they had done previously.

Amata Sadira · 05-22-2011, 06:44 PM

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She saw him running and slowing a bit as he came closer and saw who it was. Amata could see the concern on his face and she could only smile for now. She would rather him be closer so that she could tell him good news for once. Late spring was her favorite time because she was able to fix up her pharmacy of herbs and plants and with the plant she had found just the day before she was sure that he would be happy to hear the news that he could at least reduce the siezures he had. She listened to him quietly though her smile faltered slightly when he said things were difficult for him.

“I am sorry to hear things aren’t going so well for you, I came by to give you something that may help your stress go away a little. This plant will help you with your seizures. You will have far less of them when you start a regimen of using these. So that should hopefully be some good news for you.”

She smiled, showing him the bag he held. She would show him how to prepare it, that way he could do it himself. Though she loved her job she wished the two didn’t really interact because of his problems. He seemed genuinly nice, and mysterious, and a mystery was something that always interested her.... well if he had interests in being her friend then possibly she would get to know him more, but as their relationship had only been professional since the beginning, she wondered if he would like a new friend even from outside his pack. Just this good news alone could be good for him at least, she thought

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-22-2011, 06:59 PM

Saluce listened to her, his maw creeping into a smile, it seemed she had brought the herb she had spoken of at their last meeting and it seemed again they would be conversing about medical issues. This was not turning out well for him to get to know her more, and he could feel himself mentally rolling around ideas to steer this meeting in another direction. It dawned on him that she hadn’t set foot in dahlia during any of the meetings he had had with her and it seemed like a pleasant enough day for a tour in his mind. But that required him to change forms or her to and he wasn’t to sure if she was comfortable either shifting in front of him or having him shift in front of her.

For a moment he looked perplexed then came across a better idea, his home wasn’t too far from this point and he could lead her there and shift quickly in a room, the could continue onward. It was just getting this darling woman there, he needed a reason and it seemed that reason was there if he had only thought on it earlier.

“We could go back to my home and you could show me how to prepare this herb?” he asked softly a smile across his lips, wanting to steer this meeting in a direction that lead to them enjoying the day together. If it meant he had to learn how to prepare these herbs to get past the initial reason for the meeting then so be it.

“It’s a short walk, afterwards I could give you a tour of Dahlia?” he asked to sweeten the deal a bit, and then something very un-saluce like happened, that tail of his that normally laid quietly behind him wagged back and forth.

Amata Sadira · 05-22-2011, 07:46 PM

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She could see that smile forming, and he seemed happy about the news, she couldn’t help but return the smile brightly with her own. He then suggested they go to his house so that she could show him and she nodded, her tail wagging, it was quite normal for her, unlike him, she did it quite often, she was one to show her emotions easy, but she was a proud wolf so it was not easy for one to see her hurt, and she was not one to easily get angry.

“That would be lovely! I would appreciate it, I have always wondered what Dahlia looked like... well most places really, I’ve only ever been in Crimson Dreams and AniWaya”

She said, her tail wagging more hwen he mentioned a tour, a good start to get to know him, was to get to know where he lived at least, and she felt bad that she did not offer him the same when he had visited Crimson Dreams, but she had been so preoccupied and he seemed quite sad, and it ended at that on that day. Next time he came she would, she promised herself, waiting for him to lead her own, keeping a hold of the bag of fresh herbs she’d picked the day before.

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-22-2011, 08:37 PM

Saluce’s tail kept wagging and it picked up its pace from a slow lope back and forth to a furious show of emotion. Even though he didn’t know much about this brilliantly smart woman he liked her and he only wished she knew him well enough to know that this breach in his normally emotionless void was an amazing display. Finally she seemed ready and his body bristled with energy, he wanted to run circles around her to show her how happy he was but that was the line, he wouldn’t degrade himself that much at least not yet. But it didn’t stop him from nipping the back of her leg before jumping a few feet away in a flirtatious little gesture before leading her toward his home.

As promised the home wasn’t too far away, depending on where you were in Dahlia you could be an hour or two away from anything or just a few minutes from everything. It was just the layout obviously. He bowed his head as he stepped to the side before entering his home, signifying ladies first before he’d follow her in. He was devious at times and those eyes of his roamed up her legs and to around her waist, getting a good view of her backside before his eyes would dart away to give him a plausible excuse should her eyes catch his roaming. It wasn’t anything he could help; a red blooded male such as himself did have a way of admiring the female form even if some females didn’t exactly appreciate this.

Finally she was sufficiently admired and his form walked off to a back room to shift up to his more useable form. “be right back,” he spoke as he did this. A few moments later he walked back out this time on two legs and his tail still swished behind him at a slower pace. He felt alive today in her presence and was glad they were going to do something other than talk medicine.

“Welcome to my home,” The grand two story home was his soul residence; no one else shared it with him. He kept it in as pristine a shape as he could, although it missed a females touch. It was furnished quite well, and guessed anyone who admired homes might admire this one. “You can take a seat if you like, I have cool water or wine, or we could get right down to the business of teaching me how to apply this herb”.

Amata Sadira · 05-22-2011, 09:48 PM

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If she knew better she would have stopped it all right then and there, but as her only relationship in her life hadn’t been able to walk she didn’t get the physical flirtation, so she took his nip at her ankles as excitement rather than anything, which seemed to encourage her to want to get to know him. She followed him smiling as he padded towards his home. She moved swiftly, and though she was only on two legs she kept up with him just fine. She looked at his house as it came into view and was a bit impressed just by the outside. Though they lived in a mansion, she was envious of those who owned their own place, but she didn’t think she could live outside the mansion herself, that’s where she was born and she would more than likely die there. She couldn’t help but blush at him, when he let her first, she knew this was what a gentleman did and it pleased her inside, though it never went to thinking that he had intentions of more than a friend. She went inside and looked around, quite impressed, she didn’t have her own furniture, other than her endtable, bed and dresser, and those had come with her room she had in the mansion. Everything else was shared with her family. She smiled and nodded as he went to change, only to come out not long after in his optime form. She was just as impressed with him as she had been the first time she saw him. And her smile broadened as he welcomed to her home. He offered her refreshments and she couldn’t resist to indulge a little.

“Oh wine would be nice, but not too much, it will take a second for me to get this out for you so take your time.”

She said as she opened her bag to grab a small measuring cup she intended to give to him, and cutting utensils that would be his from now on too. She wanted him prepared enough for it, and knew he might not be, being use to not having to deal with something so harsh. She set them out on the table and undid her pouch where the roots and leaves of the plant was and took some out as well, all of them near the mixing bowl. They would get this over with fast and then she could have a tour of where he lived. And maybe even get to know him. He seemed to remember where his past now, thinking of his amnesia, making her wonder how frustrated he’d been while he had it. Was he relieved to be free of such restraint, and able to finally remember the past?

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-22-2011, 10:08 PM

The suave behemoth flashed her a brilliant smile as he walked to the kitchen area. They didn’t have access to modern refrigeration techniques but he had fashioned his kitchen and cellar in such a way to provide cool refreshment should he need it. His footsteps carried down into the cellar to retrieve a bottle he had brought over from Europe. It was as good a time as any to share good wine with her. Finally those footsteps carried back up the steps, feeling light as a feather as the cork was popped open and two glasses where poured. Water would have proved to be just as nice since he had a well water, he’d fixed the pump a few months ago so he could pull ground water out to use.

Saluce came through to the living area and back into her presence and his tail wagged yet again. The gray gentleman softly handed her the glass and then took a sip of his, swirling it around in his mouth a bit before finally swallowing. This was all an extravagant matter to him to have her here in his house and the prospect of forgoing medical talk and getting to know each other, gave so many amazing possibilities.

“I hope you like the wine Amata, I brought that bottle over with me from Europe,” he smiled enjoying it himself as well. Saluce only had a few bottles of it left and he had every intention of holding onto it as long as possible. Finally he sat down in the seat next to her, his eyes looking over the room before returning his attention back to the Sadira woman.

“So what do I need to do?” he asked as he leaned over to look at the items she had brought with her.

Amata Sadira · 05-22-2011, 10:33 PM

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He came back once she had everything set up and pourd her a glass of wine. She took a sip and thought it had a very nice aged taste to it, it wasn’t too strong for her, though she didn’t drink too often, she would drink moderately and in no way would let herself indulge. She nearly blanched when he mentioned he brought it from Europe.

“Shouldn’t you be saving this for a special occasion? I mean isn’t it rare?”

She asked, nearly choking on the wine, coughing a bit, now she was afraid to really touch it, it was rare indeed to have wine, but to have wine from overseas.... well no one used it casually. She eyed him, but he changed the subject asking her what he needed to do and he showed him, letting him know it was oral use he had to drink the roots that had been prepared, and showed him, first hand and handing him his first dose.

“I wrote it down to in case you forget, it could be very bad if you use too much. You only need to drink it once a day, early in the morning like this and you should have less episodes in a week.”

She was now absentmindedly drinking the wine, forgetting about his comment and her sudden outburst. Talking medicine tended to do that to her, and it got her destracted enough if something tended to be on her mind, like the sheer importance of wine from overseas. She was excited to get to know him and she pulled the sheet out she wrote on it, making the instructions clear for anyone who could read it. What had to be done was on that paper, and in her head of course, but she knew he didn’t want to go to her for every single dose. It would mean just moving to Crimson Dreams, and from what she had seen of him already, he was a loyal wolf, just as she was.

“Now that we got that out of the way, I would surely love to see the rest of your pack lands.”

She said, her black tipped tail wagging back and forth slowly though it was driving to go faster, but she didn’t want him to see the excitement she held for doing something other than her medicines.

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-22-2011, 10:56 PM

Saluce watched her with interest, taking mental notes of her instructions and he took the first dose. It was a good thing he had the wine with him because as soon as the concoction was swallowed it was followed by a healthy swig of wine his face obviously twisted in disgust. Finally he got over the shock of how terrible the herb was to taste before smiling at her drinking the wine. Her objections had almost made him sorry he had opened it. The man was generous and that was the first thing she should ever know about him.

“Don’t worry about the wine, think of it as a thank you for all the help you’ve given me so far,” he smiled pleasantly over to her before finishing his glass and refilling it. Saluce had no intentions of not finishing the bottle and if he had to, he’d take it with him. Saluce took the piece of paper and put it away in a desk beside the couch and stood at her urging for that walk along Dahlia’s borders. The wine was having its normal effect on him, making him overly generous and his next comment slipped out as innocently as he thought it.

“Now m’lady, let me give you the tour of our lands, I’m sure they will be much more beautiful with you as the center piece,” and there it was, his French suave rearing its head. He offered a hand to help her up the other juggling his wine glass like a pro. His tail still wagged behind him in an excited manner. His body language that of true gentleman even if he had just let a flirtatious comment slip his mouth, might have been good to get it out maybe. His earlier signs seemed to have been missed.

Amata Sadira · 05-23-2011, 05:45 PM

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A thank you gift, that did make her feel slightly better, but she really didn’t think she saved his life worth endlessly rare wine, though she knew his life was even more rare because there would never be one like him ever again. She nodded.

“Thank you very much, it really is good.”

But she sat as he spoke again, her ears folded back slightly, yes the other signs had been misinterpreted, but his words were one of butter to her ears, and she’d read butter was slippery, not a good thing, not for him at least. He was a gentleman yes, but she wasn’t going to be fooled, he may be different but she could see that man inside those words. She would show him just how he thought of the words, though she did not want to end things so quickly so she got up without taking his hand, and giving him a sly like smile, letting him know she didn’t take it on purpose. She wasn’t one for buttered words, but she thought she knew where he stood now, though she would try not to ruin their friendship. She had so few, and if she could live up to Leonards’ constant comment, she would do so with Saluce as well. It was the curse she had for being a woman.

“Please show me I would love to see them, I’m sure there’s plenty of wonderful places here.”

She said, wanting to get moving, hoping to forget his words and go on with a nice morning. Maybe there would be something here to spark her interest, well she was sure of it, how could there not be anything interesting in the pack who probably had the best lands of the other packs put together?

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-23-2011, 06:51 PM

Saluce’s tail died as quickly as he realized that she didn’t appreciate his words. It soured his mood a bit, because it was a genuine comment. His tail the bastion of his good mood fell to its normal dull existence as he stood to his full height. Then as quickly as his facial expressions had opened up with her, they were washed away to his normal cold exterior. Saluce was an all-in or all out person and he still had rejection issues. She seemed to be ready for that tour he had promised her and he did in fact make the comment now he was obligated to fulfill it. Maybe his mood would lighten a bit as they went on their journey but for now he simply nodded and walked to the door and out before stopping on his porch.

“Dahlia is a big place,” he stated in a dull tone, eyes scanning across the territory in front of him. The behemoth didn’t really have much to say at this point, the beautiful female she was seemed now more a shrew then a friend. So quickly his moods changed it seemed lately and he wasn’t sure if it was tied to the recent trauma to his head or not. It worried him to no end now that his mind was allowed to think on it. What if he snapped out of rage now, what if his carefully crafted reputation was shattered in the heat of the moment when his anger swelled beyond his control. The man wasn’t sure and it scared him. Finally he turned to her to ask where she would like to go.

“Well you can have a look at my new shop, or we can go see the shoreline, or the vineyard. It’s up to you,” he recited quietly as his arms crossed.

Amata Sadira · 05-23-2011, 07:08 PM

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As sudden as her own mood changed so did his, she thought she was teaching him something, but instead it seemed to have offended him. She looked at him with wide worried bi colored eyes, not sure what to say, she felt small now, but how could he mean such words? Yes she knew hse was a fair looking wolf but nothing to be boasted about in such a degree. She looked down, the smile was now turned shame faced and she had her tail between her legs and her ears drooped, her slight allocation had seemed to ruin what friendship they had just started. It made her feel horrible, and right now she would do nearly anything to redeem that, but hopefully she would find a way during the tour. He asked her where she wanted to go first ,and he mentioned a few places. She was interested in where he worked, wondering what he did

“I wouldn’t mind seeing where you work if that’s ok... what is it you do?”

She asked, carefully, almost afraid to step on any more of his tail. His mood had changed so suddenly, and though she didn’t know it, she was learning more about him in the last few moments than she thought she might have wanted to know.

“Saluce, I am sorry, I truely.. I did not want to make you mad... I just...”

But how could she explain? The only explanation was the truth but she wasn’t about to tell him. Her own sister didn’t know. Her mother was the only one, besides the man that had broken her heard in the first place. She was sure he knew it and was probably laughing at her, and now her insecurity over the words that were meant to flatter her seemed to have lost something that might have become a friendship... but she knew that any friendship was work...

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-23-2011, 07:25 PM

Those blues looked back her and the woman he saw almost broke his heart. There were many things in the world that irritated and pissed him off, but when his own mood or actions seemed to cause such a reaction, it almost made him want surround her with his powerful protective arms and tell her he was sorry. But she had made it clear that his forms of endearment where not welcome to her and he wouldn’t risk further aggravation. It seemed the two of them where finding out rather quickly certain boundaries they both had.

He took a sip of his wine glass out of habit, his blues looking around at anything but her and that cute face that drove him silly. Finally he paused a moment to finally turn to her and offer a smile to her, his tail wagging softly behind him. Those massive forearms of his separated and fell to his sides, as the tension ebbed out of him a bit. But he couldn’t help but feel a barrier between them now.

“No don’t, you have nothing to apologize for,” he wanted to sprinkle more pleasant words with his response but her last reaction to his words had taught him to hold back. “I am a blacksmith, I can make anything that I can hammer, I specialize in weapons and oddities.” Her interest in his profession had saved the day a bit, but he was now much more guarded with his words toward her.

The behemoth stepped off the porch and waited for her to join him, his new shop was just out back so it would be a quick stop before they could get on with the tour. “My shop is just right out back, Let me show you”.

Amata Sadira · 05-23-2011, 07:52 PM

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It seemed things changed quickly for the man, but she could tell that he held back something he wanted to say, but she was sure it would be only for the best. His demenor lightened and she was glad she picked his work space first, she knew that she delighted in her own job and it seemed he did too. It made her calmer and her own defenses deminished. When he mentioned what he did her ears perked even more. She’d heard of those that worked with metals, her aunt had even mentioned jewlers that made jewelry out of metal. Her ears rose up as he mentioned the word, though he said he worked with weapons that seemed ot pass by her ears as he mentioned oddities, what kind of oddities, she wanted to know.

“Really? Then I am glad I chose that first, my aunt has told me about jewelry makers that worked with metal, but I don’t think you really make jewelry do you? What kind of oddities?”

She was seriously interested as she moved towards him to follow him to his shop, anticipating what he had to say to her and show her.

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-24-2011, 08:09 PM

Saluce picked up on her absence of mentioning weapons, and as he opened the door the shop laid in front of them. The wall across from them held his suit of armor, along with his two broadswords, his two handed hammer, and other various small weapons. As the room opened up more the anvil sat in the middle of the room, behind it sat the forge with its bellows to the right. Weapons and armor didn’t dominate the shop completely, other things like, iron fencing, nails, screws, chain, and in the very back sat several boxes with his precious metals, gold, and silver.

“I don’t make jewelry. The closest thing to artwork is the engraving and plating work I do with swords, and armor. If you’d like to look the detail can be seen much easier up close.” He offered her a smile as he gestured with his hand for her to walk and look at what she pleased. While she walked around he moved to another room to look for something she might find interesting.

Finally he emerged from the other room with an old style metal syringe, rusted but he knew she might take an interest in the object if for nothing else as a decoration.

“I found this one day in Halifax, It used to serve as some sort of way to injection medicine into the skin. It’s yours if you want it? I don’t have any use for it,” his tail wagged and he gave her a smile, as he offered her the object. It really wasn’t anything he’d use but since the doctor was in he gathered she might have an interest in it.

Amata Sadira · 05-29-2011, 08:04 PM

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Amata was in no way against weapons, they just didn’t interest her, until she entered his shop She didn’t really know that the items for killing things could be decorated intricately, and though she knew their deadly quality, they were beautiful pieces of art in any case. She stared around the room open mouthed, clearly never been in a place like this.

“And you make this all from scratch? Wow it’s beautiful.”

She said as he moved out of the room into another. She walked around, awed by the intense work that it must have been, and knew now why he was such a muscular well built man, her respect for the big man was even more. When he came back he showed her what he went back for, it was a syringe, an older style, something she would never be able to use, but if it could be copied and the item sterilized and used... that would be, this was old and she knew he would mean it for decoration than anything and she smiled taking the item delicately.

“Thank you this would do well for research, maybe I can even find a way to duplicate it.”

She said wagging her own tail fiercely, just the change of the room, and seeing that even items for killing could be made into artwork, not just by the engravings but the shape and work put into them, she respected those that used them more, though she doubted she would so much as use something like a spoon against anyone herself

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-29-2011, 09:33 PM

So many things ran through is mind as she accepted his gift, her infectious tail wagging was getting to him as well. As her excitement grew so did his and his own furry appendage wagged just as furiously as hers did. Saluce couldn’t put a finger on why but she brought out the best in him, just ad Farore brought out the worst in him. He liked having her around and since she had been so against his flattering comments he wished she was more accepting. Already he wanted to whisk her off her feet and claim her as his, and give her his heart forever. But she seemed to be against the thought of even flirting and as much as it dimmed his outlook and made him want to stop the hard headed part of him made him push through. That tail an ever present reminder of just how she made him feel.

Finally he smiled and answered her words “I am sorry but someone like you deserves having flattering words given to them in such a manner to honor you. Just having you in my shop gives it a glow that I’ve never seen before,”. Saluce didn’t care now, she was here and in his shop and accepting gifts of his and he would voice his approval for her character no matter how much she disliked them. It was his way, Amata had devoted much of her time toward his illness and now he wanted to repay all that time.

“It is out of respect Amata, for you have devoted much of your precious time helping me, It is only natural that I would seek to make you smile and fill your heart with gifts,” he gave her a geninue smile before turning to look at his assorted collection and spying the boy hanging on his wall. At one time it had been meant for Saul to have but now he wondered if she would be interested in taking up the art. It all seemed to fit to him, she was an archer even if she didn’t know it. Her steady hands and patience would help her and he easily moved to the bow and arrows with ease before bringing it back to her with a smile.

“So Amata while you’re here, and since no one enters this shop without learning some skill, would you like to learn how to use this?” he held it up for her his tail wagging in an excited exuberance that many dahlians had never seen.

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He seemed so thrilled that she liked his gift and all transgressions from both parties had been forgotton, until he mentioned what he said earlier, and let her know why he said them, her ears folded slightly, though her tail wagged, she looked at him with sad eyes.

“I am sorry if I offended you, but words... I have learned they could mean little, that a wolf could say them an not mean them... I have no idea what is true and what is not. I have recently been let down, by a man i cared about, that had said he cared about me, i had treated his broken leg for months, and then the second he could walk, he left with no word... I don’t know what to think anymore, and i find words hard to believe.

She fell quiet for a second, looking at the syringe in her hand, but looked up when he offered her to learn something, since no one left the area without learning She looked up and saw what he was indicating. A bow, archery.

“but isn’t that for hunting? I am not much of a hunter. I heal, i’m not a killer."

She said looking at the brute hoping he did not take offence, after all she wasn’t one to harm anything unless she needed to, and as there were hunters in her pack, she had no need to hunt, just to do the job she was asked to do. If she were on her own she would hunt, but only because she would have to, and that was it.

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Saluce Tremblay · 05-29-2011, 10:18 PM

Saluce looked at her with affectionate eyes, taking in what she said and nodding slightly as his tail slowed but still showed no signs of stopping. The behemoth could understand her point of view, but in a sense he wasn’t the man with a broken leg. She had given him the medicine he needed and he could have just left it at that but no here he was letting her into his life, giving her a close look at him. So it burned him a bit to be compared with someone as low as the previous guy she talked about. His heart was a bottomless pit of caring for those who gained entrance to it, and she had the key to it even if she didn’t realize it. He’d burn the entire expanse of Nova Scotia if any harm befell her in a rage, to right any wrong done to her, and that courtesy was only extended to only a chosen few.

“it’s okay Amata, but I am not him, and You will be treated as the lady you are, not by what some dumb dog did to you at an earlier time. You wanted to know me, and this is who I am. I do not let people into my home or my shop or take them on tours of my homeland if my heart didn’t already have a tie to them.” And that was that, she’d just have to suffer his tongue and if she didn’t like it then she could leave. Saluce would not alter his behavior because some dumb idiot had ruined the honesty in the words he spoke, and Amata deserved such lavish attention. Even if she didn’t realize it, she was by all standards a beautiful lady deserving of a man who could show her every day why she was so precious to him.

Finally her comments settled on the bow and he frowned a bit. A bow was a weapon but also a fun toy to spend your time with as well. No he would push her on this, she would learn if he had any say and if that meant making targets for her to shoot to remove the thought of killing something then that would be what he did. But for now he looked around and found a suitable target, an old can..

“A bow can be an instrument of death, but it can also be an instrument of enlightenment. It takes an incredibly steady hand, a bond with your bow, and patience. I think you’d be quite good at it if you tried. I could even make some targets for you to use when you want to practice?” he said with a smile his tail picking up pace behind him, he offered to move outside, target, bow and arrows in hand to begin showing her how to become an archer.

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