You've got a mouth like a razor-blade

Sascha · 11-30-2011, 01:46 AM

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Sas was trying to do what his father wanted, he really was. However, stepping out of the safety of his room proved to himself that it was harder than he thought it would be. He found himself never leaving the building without his club strapped to his back and constantly watching for any signs of dangers. It didn't get better; even though he pushed himself out of his room and managed to stay out there longer than checking up on Blitzen, he still had the urge to hide behind whatever he could find when it came to talking to strangers. It would be a miracle if the boy became brave enough to do an everyday thing such as conversing with unknown people. Though one would never know, perhaps that day would come and he wouldn't be so lonely as he was now. Not that he felt that way, but the only people he knew well were Blitzen and Cotl. Most others would probably consider that sad but really the Ulrich never thought much about that.

Pushing himself even more, not only was he out and about for no reason but to try and be less of a hermit, he even pushed himself passed the borders of Inferni. He has done it once before but this time, he was planning to do so for a longer period. He rode on top of Blitzen, something he has been doing for a while now, trying to get use to it. Unbeknownst to him, he was traveling in Drifter Bay where ruby eyes scanned the ground. Eventually, instead of straining his eyes, he decided to remove himself from his albino reindeer and take a closer look. His clawed feet hit the ground and after a few seconds and stooped down to run his hand across the earth. A rock found his fingers and he chose to inspect it more, picking it up and studying it with both sight and touch.

After realizing it was nothing more than an ordinary rock he tossed it aside. As he rose, the sent of the ocean caught his attention and so he drifted to that direction. Soon paws landed on a more sandy surface, the ground giving way a bit with each step. The sight of the water before him did not call to him now, instead it was what laid in the sand before it. With Blitzen close behind, Sascha ventured closer to the water but stopping before making physical contact. The scarred boy stooped down again, repeating the process of sliding his fingers through the sand in search of anything to hold his gaze long enough for capture.

Valkyrie de le Poer · 12-02-2011, 10:32 PM

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She had to get away from Inferni for at least a day. She needed it to think about what was going on in her life. She had avoided letting the children know what had happened to their father, but sooner or later they would find out, and then they would blame her for not telling them, but she was okay for that, as long as they didn't know right now. If she was having such a hard time getting over her father's death then why should they have to be the same way? They could just think that their father was avoiding them like he normally did, and when they were older, then she would explain. Then she would tell them that "Hey, daddy is dead". Until then, she wanted to keep it a secret from them. Eventually his scent would ware from the caves, and they would figure it out. Valkyrie had kept half of her things in her den, and then she had some things in the den of the now dead Hybrid. Not only that, but she had found that Kesho's owl had been left uncared for. Muerte had made herself comfortable in the den of Hybrid, while Hextor still stayed in the other den. It was to keep up appearances with the children that there was still a Hybrid, and a Kesho, but truth was, they both were dead.

She had gotten on Freya's back and rode her out of the Inferni lands, towards drifter's bay. She wanted to do to the sunflower fields, even though she knew the flowers would be dead, she hoped that she would be able to get some comfort from the deadened stalks. The two owls she was now in possession of had followed behind her as she rode the Fjord horse at a steady gallop, trying to get as far away from Inferni as possible for now. She just needed a break. She wanted to run away, like she had done so many times before, but now that her father was gone, she wanted to stay close to him, and his grave. She would not run away completely. She would be home by nightfall. Or well into it.

She hadn't realized that she had been riding so close to the coast, even though the smell of the sea was very strong. She just had been riding, not particularly thinking. Soon, she would be riding on the beach and she looked at the ocean, and pulled her mare to a brisk trot as she let the ocean air caress her. She sighed lightly and cast her gaze to the ocean until she had caught sight of something from the corner of her eye. It was large and white, and then there was a smaller being, orange and white, black hair. She cocked her head and the scent came in her direction. Infernian. What was he doing here? Well, what was she doing here?

She slowly approached the two, the mount and it's master, and she looked up to see the owls moving to find a perch. She then looked back at the other Infernian and she forced a small smile on her face, it delicate on her features. Hi there. she spoke, accentless. She'd dropped her accent almost as quickly as she picked it up. She didn't have the will to concentrate hard enough to do her fake accent. She was too sad still to fall back in her old happy ways.

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Sascha · 12-14-2011, 06:21 AM

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It appeared not many ventured out where he was, having not seen anyone for miles after being out there for a little while. For a while, he believed that perhaps he would get through the day without running into a single soul. He blew raspberries as his mind danced on the thought, not minding if it became true. In his case, it was only natural for him to feel that way. It was clear he wasn't a people person so being alone was something he welcomed unlike most people. Clawed fingers continue to run through the sand in search of anything of interest and there were a few times he came up short as he would find himself holding a simple rock. He was determined, however, as he didn't allow it to deter him from continuing his pointless search.

He stooped down again, continuing the noise he makes habitually and soon fingers found something worth investigating. The texture felt different from a rock and as soon as he dug into the sand around it, ruby eyes fell upon it once the sand finished running through the his fingers. What was left was something that certainly held his attention. It was a shell in perfect condition. Though it was plain, small, and white, it still fascinated him to this extent of staring at it. It wasn't till movement caught his attention that his eyes pulled away from what rested in his palm. It was another approaching him and the feeling of hiding appeared though it was too late. So, he prepared himself, pivoting his body to face her as she finalized her advancement. His raspberries ended as he moved to Blitzen's side who was also watching the girl on the horse closing the gap.

His free hand rose to give Blitzen a pat on his side as eyes remained on the stranger. As soon as she was closer, her scent became a little easier to catch over the ocean air and it informed him that she was a pack mate. She greeted herself and Sascha, being the usual quiet and shy boy, waved hello to her as well and maintained the light frown on his face which did't match his feelings. Blitzen eyed the horse curiously but never moved from the Ulrich's side as Sascha debated whether to "say" any thing more to the girl before him. Though no matter how long he thought, it seemed his nervousness was blocking the words from coming forth.

Valkyrie de le Poer · 12-16-2011, 12:38 AM

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Valkyrie watched the boy, moving behind his reindeer. Valkyrie had seen these beasts before, and she hadn't really seen one that was white though before, and the woman thought back to a time where she actually did see this beast, for he was grazing with this large but young buffalo. It had been some time since she had seen such a beast, or this one for that matter, and now, the beast was much, much bigger. She had wide eyes as she looked at the beast and it's master as they stood in front of the woman and her own steed. The male waved 'hi' to her, and she pushed another soft smile on her face. It was another one of their weird ones from her that was half faked though, if only to show the male that she was friendly.

She slowly, yet gracefully slipped from her horse's back and she had moved towards the boy. He looked young, and he had many scars. It made her wonder what they were from, she could only assume that the male liked to fight, like her father liked to do. She didn't understand men and them liking to fight. She realized that it was nesscessary at times, but she still was weird and unreceptive of the idea of taking a life, or really hurting one to the point where they were limping away with their tails between their legs.

Never seen ya in the clan lands before...I'm Valkyrie de le Poer. Who are you? she asked the male, not knowing anything about the kid, besides that he had a tattoo that looked like the one that the Imaginifer wore on his shoulder. Was that symbol like the Chaos star that the Lykois wore so pridefully?

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Sascha · 01-11-2012, 03:41 AM

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It was no surprise to Sascha that the girl before him was unfamiliar to him. That was something he should change. It was probably good that he take the time to learn his pack mates but that would require changing himself, in which he was also trying to do. Yet there he stood slightly behind Blitzen as if the girl, who clearly showed the opposite, was a major threat. She soon smiled after his greeting, the girl offered another friend smile...or so it had appeared to him. He didn't know nor could he tell that it wasn't as genuine as he had thought it to be; that it was because she was having personal struggles and not because of him.

He watched her intently as she removed herself from the back of her own companion with such ease and though he somewhat admired it, his facial expression never changed. Sascha was sure that his dismount was clumsy and less graceful than hers. Heck, his movements alone had never been made with grace. It seemed the two contrasted each other. She moved well and lacked any signs of physical harm where he moved awkwardly and was littered with scars in which wasn't earned through fighting. It would, however, be mistaken as so. It was much easier to think he enjoyed fighting then to think he was abused by his own blood.

When she approached more, he felt his body become stiff as the will to hide behind his friend grew even more. However, he remained where he was as he finally took a breath he had not noticed he was holding till his lungs began begging for air. As he worked on trying to calm himself, he focused on her words. He studied her long name, attempting to put it to memory before responding to her inquiry. He dug into his bag hanging from his shoulder and pulled out a writing utensil and a book. The boy then began scribbling down what he wanted to say, hoping he was writing correctly. His English was getting better, thanks to his father who had been helping him lately. Sascha Ulrich. Nice to meet you. He had managed to keep the shell he had found in his hand successfully during all of this but when he presented his message to Valkyrie, it had fallen to the ground. If he hadn't been so focused on whether the girl could read what he had written or not, he would have noticed. Instead, he continued to hold up the booklet with hopes he wrote everything correctly.

Valkyrie de le Poer · 01-12-2012, 08:07 PM

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He seemed shy to her, shier than maybe anyone she had met in Inferni so far. His facial expression did not change the whole time, but the way he pinned his tail and he hid behind his mount said that he was not comfortable with her being so close to him. She bent a large, overgrown ear back on her head, while the other stayed pinned on him so that she could hear him when he spoke. She was not prepared for the male to not be able to speak to her, and she did notice the big scar that his tattoo sat on top of, but it did not occur to her that he could not speak. She watched him watching her though, his beautiful ruby eyes distrusting, and distant. She wondered why he was so distant. Was he more troubled than she was? It was possible.

He scrambled around in his back, pulling out a pen and paper, and he wrote words down on the paper and showed it to her. She slowly looked at the paper, but was distracted by an object he dropped. She bent down and picked it up and looked at it before she returned her attention to the notepad that was practically being shoved in her face. She smiled brightly though, this time, not faked. She loved to read, but she didn't know that this male had been one whom would be a writer, if not by choice then by the necessity of communication with others. She'd never met a mute before. Her eyes went from the paper to his scarred neck. She figured that something happened to him then, to hinder his vocal chords so that he could not speak with his mouth. It must have been hard to communicate with luperci whom could not read, and until recently, she would not have been able to read his words. This had to be a reason why he was so withdrawn, so shy. There weren't many whom were actually able to communicate with the poor male. Valkyrie was excited to meet him, but she also felt sympathy for the male. She decided then, just then, that she would continue to talk to this male, and to help him come out of whatever shell he had there, and to help him become an active member of the clan rather than a man in the background, always looking in from a clouded window.

There was a name on the paper. She did not know how to pronounce it, but she tried. "Well, It's nice to meet you, mister Sas-cha Ul-rich." she butchered his name, pronouncing the Russian/German name as it was spelt and not the way it was actually spoken on the tongue. It's not like he would be able to really correct her, unless he spelt out the pronunciation of it. She then pointed to the base of her neck and looked at him in his ruby eyes that were so enchanting. Is this the reason you write words on paper, because you can't talk because of what happened there?" she asked, curiously, both of her ears pressing forward instinctively, as if she was still trying to hear him. She wondered what his voice would sound like if he did have one. Would he actually be more vocal and less shy if he did have the ability to speak? Valkyrie did wonder this, but it was not something that would really be able to be spoken about to the male.

You weren't born in Inferni, right? Are you from this area? she asked in the most clear voice she could put on, her tongue quickly dropping the faked accent because she wanted the male to be able to understand her.

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