[M] Because Mother knows best.

Soran Aatte · 12-06-2011, 07:15 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Private for Noah/Shannon-face!!! Can we forward date this to the 11th please, so that Soran has time to walk up to you? Argleblarglerarglegaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!! <---- That's how excited I am to have you back, it makes me type gibberish <3333 Also I have put a precautionary mature marker on this after ~~stalking~~ reading your thread with Jace, just in case you want Noah to be all drugged up XD

It was early morning, the sun had not yet risen, although this was not unusual, after all the winter was now looming upon the doorstep of the lands and so dawn had been more reluctant to appear and dusk had begun to fall all too quickly. Fluffy snow clouds littered the pre-dawn sky, seeming to be heavily laden with the white substance that littered the ground all around the lands. All around the inky black sky was littered with what seemed to be an endless carpet of stars, shining brightly in the cool air, quite a beautiful sight should one care to look closely enough. The full moon hung high in the dark sky, giving off a cold almost blue glow that provided a bright enough light to see by, although every now and again a cloud would waft across its face lazily, obscuring it from view for a moment and plunging the lands into a semi darkness that was quite unnerving. The pre dawn chorus that came from the birds this morning was a weak one, many had seen sense and left, escaping to the warmer southern climates in order to escape the harsh Canadian winter that was fast approaching, the birds that remained were hardier stock, or perhaps more stubborn, either way they seemed slow to wake although dawn must have been nearing, albeit slowly. A faint light in the east, not perceptible to any but those with the best eyesight was beginning to appear, suggesting that although the day was very slow to start, it would be starting soon enough. The trees that stood in the lands had been all but completely stripped bare of their leafy coverings, only a very few leaves remained now, most trees were completely naked, their gnarled and twisted branches seeming like bare bones in the darkness. The ground was covered in a thickening blanket of snow now, suggesting that the winter would be a cold one, that there would not be a thaw for some time, the snow had formed small drifts here and there, clearly there had been some snowfall in the night as it seemed pure, untouched, unblemished by footprints. All around the lands seemed peacefully still, almost silent except for the very faint sounds of some of the birds waking.

There was one creature who had stirred early and was ruining the purity of the unblemished snow though. Soran. The sable Censor walked through the lands with ease, her feet leaving neat prints where she had stood, she had always been a creature that trod lightly, but even she could not prevent the snow from compacting beneath her feet, that would have been a useful skill, but alas a thing of fantasy. The dark female had left her pack after speaking with Zalen, seeing the you male that she was so fond of claim his mate was enough to make her realise how much she had neglected the northern dwelling branches of her own family. After all she now had step children to think of, step children that no doubt had any idea of the green eyed lady becoming their step mother, she doubted that Deuce had had time to come and see them, she herself, a wanderer by nature had not found the time to travel north recently. But that was something she was remedying now, she was travelling to the northern most destination first, to Ichika no Ho-en, to see the silvered stuttering male who had so easily warmed her heart. She had to confess that she missed him, she had seen his brother often, the pale male that looked so much like his mother lived only a stones throw away from her own beloved pack after all, but he, because of living such a distance away had perhaps been a little neglected by his pale mother and the ebony matriarch who had become her mate. So Soran was on her way to see the young scarred male, she was hoping that he would be pleased to see her, she had travelled a long way to see him after all. She had walked a long way, stopping to rest properly, the cold making her injured arm ache, it was once again in its sling, the strain of running about in her Lupus form had done nothing to help heal the injured muscle, it seemed that it would simply take time. The dark Censor was very aware that it did not normally take her this length of time to walk to the lands, but she had rested often and taken her time, making it more of a leisurely walk than a march, it was nothing to concern herself with. Soon enough she reached the borders, she caught the scent of the pack and stopped, a faint smile of anticipation playing on her dark lips, how wonderful it would be to see Noah once again! She lifted her dark head to the sky, her braid shifting and running down her back as she did so, and let out a soft call for Noah, a call meant solely for him.

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Noah · 12-07-2011, 12:51 PM

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He was still not back to normal, Jace had made him come and face the world. It wasn’t something that he would not dream of admitting that he was enjoying being away from his little basement. Everything it that little hole was safe, other than Hotshot things where predictable, he had the warmth of dirt over his head, and food and drink in his body.

Though his little stash of yummy’s where he had spent the night before having a little extra then what was needed. It filled the void of really being so far away from any of the family that he had fought so hard to protect from his father.

He took Lucifer’s beats in hope that one he would leave others alone and part of him somewhere knew it wasn’t right to fight his father back. It kept him off of his mother and brother while he was beating him. Though his family all leaved in these pack lands, it was really like they were strangers. It had been years since he had the honor of laying his good eye upon his mother.

The howl that was meant for him, the male lifted up his good silver ear, as he turned his head around. Who was it? What did they want? Paranoid the silver male lowered his head down, as he pushed up a meek bark. He moved slowly to where he had heard the call.

Being face to face(well not nearly that close) with a black wolf, he couldn’t help but to take a step back, if this lady would only have the Sawtooth blue eyes he might have peed down his leg in fear. Though something…something told him that she was okay, and would not hurt him like his father had. ”Can….Can I help you Sweet Cheeks?” Though his voice faulted only once, the male tried to come off as cool and in charge of it all when really he was wondering how long till she was going to want something from him.

Soran Aatte · 12-29-2011, 02:50 PM

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Sorry for the wait on this love <3

The sable mother felt guilty, she had not seen the young silver male for a long time, far longer than she would have wanted. The ebony matriarch was usually trying to tie her family together, Deuce's family was included in that, she loved them as dearly as if they were her own children, her love for Deuce making it so in her heart and mind, even if they did not reciprocate that feeling. She had been neglectful of the silver male that loved so far north though, that was how she had felt, she had been so busy with Crimson Dreams recently though, the war had taken a heavy toll on herself and her pack mates, she had been so busy looking after her pack, her extended family that she had not managed to find a spare moment to travel the long distance to see her family that lived here. But she was rectifying that now, she had travelled the long distance to come and see the three legged male that she had found herself so fond of, his father had been an evil male, a horrid creature and Noah was so different from him, somehow he had managed to fight the hardship that he had been under, he had become a good soul and Soran could not help but be proud of him for that. He seemed to have defeated and internal and external demons that might have been chasing him. He was stronger than he seemed to be, she was sure of that, she knew that he would have coped with being without his family, he was a member of a good pack and she was sure that he would be fine. She could not help but feel concerned that he was taking so long to reply though, was he still here? Was everything alright? But there it was, a small bark of reply, relief washed over the sable mother, perhaps everything was alright after all.

But there was something wrong it seemed, the silvery male came into view, he seemed different somehow, there was something that had changed within him. There did not seem to be any recognition in his eyes as he looked at her, in fact there seemed to be a glimmer of fear in his eyes, along with something odd, almost like he was not quite present anymore. He spoke and the familiar stutter warmed the sable female's heart, but he did not seem to know her, that worried her. He called her sweet cheeks, the fur on the back of her neck bristled as he spoke those words, they sounded wrong coming from him and the dark matriarch did not like the name, it was somewhat degrading when coming from someone that she considered to be her son. Her face was a mask of concern as she looked him over, there was something wrong here, something very wrong.
Noah? Do you not know me? It's me, Soran, we met a little while ago, I know your mother? Soran asked, her voice wobbling a little as the worry seemed to leap up and capture her throat.

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Noah · 01-01-2012, 01:19 AM

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The black lady could not be more right, there was something wrong with the silver male. The star gazer was a mess. One heck of a hot mess. The star gazer had somehow fallen off the path of right and wrong, and was now messed up with drugs and booze. The male would and should have known the black lady but, never the less like every one that he has ran into he didn’t know a name to a one of them. The face and the voice was like a memory, one that he had gotten from a story that his mother or father might have told him.

The male stumbled on his two feet as he moved closer and closer to the black lady. The male hand shot out gripping onto a rock frame as he looked her up and down with a snicker. ”I don’t know…” The male looked down at his four, or five feet. (Well really it was just the two) as he snickered, letting go of the massive rock and started to stumble in towards the pack lands, he was going to find something to eat or drink. Not like he needed it, but he wanted it.

He took a few steps (stumbles) away from her, looking back at her. With a deep chuckle. He waved his arm for her to follow him, she was going to stick around and keep him company, and make him laugh some more. ”I have a mom?” His face dropped it was all new news to him, and couldn’t believe that something the age he was would have a mother. ”If I knew you….” He let out a long heavy grumpy sigh then busted out laughing…once again. ”I wouldn’t want you to follow me.” The male said as he ran into a tree.

Wrapping his arm around the tree, he patted it, and then pushed him-self away. ”When did that get there?” He shook his head as he looked back to the ladies. ”Come party with me. You must have a drink!” He was trying to be somewhat of a good host. ”Hotshot wants to get to know you. “ Hot shot wanted to get to know everyone. He just didn’t like every one.

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Soran Aatte · 01-03-2012, 05:47 PM

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this is your OOC, you should delete it if you have nothin to say...

As the sable female looked the silvered male over she let out an involuntary shiver, she could not help it, there was something so wrong with this male, he had changed in the time since she had last seen him, he was broken somehow. This was a great worry to the ebony pelted female, she looked at him as he seemed to stagger about the place and all of a sudden it was very apparent what was happening here, Soran herself had crawled into a bottle and a bag of drugs to numb pain before, she knew what it looked like and it looked a hell of a lot like this. But that couldn't possible be the case could it? Not her silver step son? The one that she had been so sure of, the one that she had been certain would be the one that would remain on the high pedestal on which she had put him? No, he couldn't have done this, he must have seen his mother fall to drink, Soran knew all about that, Deuce had told her, surely he would never want to be that way, after seeing the broken wreck that it had made of his mother? Perhaps though that was what he wanted, perhaps something terrible had happened? Soran herself had fallen to drink and drugs when Summer had died, then she had wanted to be that wreck, to be the broken doll in the house, to be the mess that she was, only when she was that mess did the pain seem dulled somehow, the drink and drugs may have turned her into a recluse, talking to herself and punching walls, but it had stopped the feeling that her heart had been pulled out through her chest, the agony of the gaping wound stopping her being able to breathe. Perhaps that had been what Noah had wanted? But why? Why would he do that to himself? He spoke again and the dark female's ears flattened against her skull, he said that he did not know her, had she ever been this bad herself? She could not help but wonder that as the memories of the drunken rants that she would have to herself in her room, shouting at imaginary ghosts, flooded over her, she usually had known who others were though, even if she had no idea who she was, or for that matter where she was.

The male stumbled away from her, lurching about the place as he did so, he chuckled to himself as he turned to look at her, asking whether or not he had a mom, the dark female's eyes widened in shock and her ears flattened further against her skull, seeming to disappear into her curled mane as they did so.
Of course you have a mother Noah! Deuce, Deuce Rhiannon? Surely you remember her? Please! The dark female replied, her tone filled with concern for her silver step son, her heart breaking a little more every time that she looked at him, how could he not know his own mother now? She simply had to hope that by saying her name that the memories would come flooding back, she had the feeling that if she mentioned Lucifer that that might trigger a memory, as Hollow had always done for her when she was out of it, but she did not want to inflict that kind of cruelty upon the male, his father had been evil and even saying his name brought a foul taste to the dark female's mouth. The male beckoned for her to follow and she obeyed, although all of the signs screamed at Soran to run, to hide from this male who was so clearly broken the more sensible side of her nature, the motherly side forced her to follow him, to make sure that he was alright, after all he might pass out and swallow his own tongue or choke on his own vomit; she could never forgive herself if that happened to him when she had the chance to help him. He said that had he known her then he wouldn't want her to follow him, the female gave a sigh and rubbed a dark hand across her eyes, this was going to be a difficult thing, but somehow she knew that she had to help the three legged male. He ran into a tree, patted it fondly and spoke to it, oh yes, he was most definitely drunk, if Soran had not been sure of it before then by that simple act she was sure of it then. She followed him, keeping a few paces behind him in case he suddenly fell backwards, this way she could rush forward and prevent him from cracking his skull open on a rock; it would hurt her injured arm to take his weight, but she would still have to try, it was the only way. The male then suggested that she came to party with him and have a drink, the dark female nodded in reply; if she had a drink with him then perhaps she could monitor his drinking, perhaps she could sneak away any extra bottles when he inevitably fell asleep.

She followed behind him as he mentioned Hotshot, Soran's brow furrowed again, who was Hotshot? Perhaps he was his dealer, or worse still an imaginary friend, oh how she hoped that he had not fallen so far as to be hallucinating companions?
I will follow you and have a drink with you if that is what you want, but I must ask, who is this Hotshot that you're talking about? Soran asked, her hands trembling a little, she was so worried about this male, what might happen to him if she were to leave after all? No it did not bear thinking about, she would have to stay and look after him, for her mate, for Deuce and for herself of course, she could not leave him, she would never have a clear conscience if she did so.

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Noah · 01-08-2012, 03:02 AM

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Oh there was no question if someone would ask the silver male if he had been allowing him-self more and more trips to the human lands inside these wonderful pack lands. The male was enjoying him-self maybe a little too much. However the male any more was all about having a good time and cared little about the feelings he was hurting in the process, though this male the one that was drinking and taking drugs that was surely going to cut his life short if he didn’t stop, and stop soon.
Looking back at the black lady there was a change in her, and the male did not know why. It would have bothered the old Sawtooth Noah, but this Noah now. He was a gem. He just didn’t care about anyone or anything. Right now all the male cared about was having what he was viewing as of right now a good time. He and HotShot had each other and if HotShot had thought once that Noah was going he was going over the edge with his partying then surely he would stop him. He would, wouldn’t he?

The black lady was trying like mad to get Noah to believe that he had a mother, gave the silver male her first and last name. Like it would do something to bring back his memory that had been lost inside of the long neck bottles that he had consumed one after another. Then any other part of his memory that would have come about talking about Deuce or even Lucifer was washed clean with the first batch of toxic mushrooms that he had consumed.YYyeeaahhh…Sorry Sweet Cheeks..” The male looked back at her shrugging his shoulders at her while his hand folded up to show that he didn’t have a clue.

From making the swift move the male feel down upon his rear, laughing he crawled over to a rock and pulling him-self back up, laughing and playfully swinging at his left side. ”You Bastard Hotshot! Ya know yy..yuh..uh..uh..ya just can’t push me.” The silver male scowled at him. Looking over to the black lady as she questioned him about who HotShot was. The male rolled around upon his feet, spinning in a small circle rubbing his head as he looked over the where the male stood, rather where Noah and only Noah could see him standing at now. ”Him?” Noah jerked his head towards where he stood. ”Now Aa. HotShoot, His uh friend. I f..f..fow..fowowow..found in Glasglow. “ Now Aa. Hotshot really was just Noah’s name with the letters mixed around and tossed about to make another word.

Getting to the cabin the male went to the back, as he opened the makeshift cellar door taking the two earthen made steps down to his little hole. It was about a twenty foot wide hole with a few small cubby storage dug out of it. The floor was lined in fur, of different lengths and textures. Everything that he needed while he was tripping out on the mushrooms. Stumbling around the male got into one of his cubby holes as he pulled out a small wooden bowl with the mushrooms that had been dried out to be like a crispy treat. The male turned around and trusted the bowl into her face. ”Have some!” The silver male was over eager to share them with her.
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