Please dont be scared of me
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Ooc.


The day was quiet, cloudy and gloomy. Axelle had wandered farther and farther away from Anathema that day. She needed an outing. She started off early in the morning, in Secui form and made a lot of ground. She was very near Cercatori d’Arte now, and she really couldn’t explain how she got there so fast. As she neared her destination, she shifted into Optime- a form that wasn’t always her favorite. It still wasn’t, but she found it a lot more useful than her other four legged forms. Thumbs were great.

She never visited Wolfville before and thought it would be a cute place to explore and shop. It was a small human town like Halifax, only more trees and open land- or so she heard. She had her purple bag with her today, just in case she was to find something interesting. She wasn’t planning on finding anything, though, as she usually planned those trips before hand. She didn’t need anymore books or jars- she had enough of those. Plus, she couldn’t even read that well. It wasn’t something she was that into. Maybe she would raid the humans’ closets and jewelry cupboards in search of something pretty. She needed clothes. She wanted clothes. Being around others wearing clothes, made her feel naked sometimes. She needed to get in with the times and she needed to find something to suit her.

When she reached the town, and took her first step onto its dirt road streets, she used her nose. Clothes would be her first priority, and then accessories later if she wanted. Her style was more punk, as one would call it. She enjoyed blacks and pinks and skulls and chains and things. If she could find that here, she would be in luck.

The first house she tried, and came out with no luck. She didn’t find any type of clothing she would even think about wearing, or even tearing up and making something else out of it. Maybe this would be harder than she thought. She ripped the closet apart, throwing clothes everywhere and they didn’t even have any jewelry! She stomped out of the old, abandoned house and growled to herself as she flopped down on the porch steps. She sat with her head in her hands, trying to think of a plan. How could she know what kind of clothes the humans would have without wasting so much energy looking for them? She couldn’t think of anything, so she just sat there, clearing her mind.



Word Count → 422

Points → 3

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I'll start the other thread soon

Word Count → 445


She had heard of a human city not far from Cercatori d'Arte but Hotaru had never been there herself. She was told it lay to the north and was a small town known to the canines as Wolfville. It was an odd name for a coastal city and Hotaru couldn't help but wonder if that was its real name. It was possible that after the fall of humanity some wolves decided to rename the city and it just so happened to stick. The town was also supposed to be a great place to find things one might need, tools and such. It was for this reason that the blind wolf decided to travel to the human city, she wanted some new tools.


They day was still young when Hotaru and Faweks reached Wolfville. The large auburn bird flew in and out of the streets, enjoying the special wind patters that were created by the buildings that were still standing. If Hotaru was going to find anything she would have to rely heavily on Fawkes. Because the location was new, Hotaru carried her walking stick with her, the clanking of the wood against concrete resonating in the old city. On her shoulder was her satchel, empty for once in case Hotaru came across anything she liked.


Occasionally the blind wolf would wander up to a house and tap on its side while listening carefully to the sound that was created. Many of the buildings were not suitable for her to walk into and some even had glass littering the street in front of them. First she needed to find a place that was safe enough for her to enter. It was unfortunate that she was not small like Fawkes who had no trouble flying in and out of the buildings. There were many times when Hotaru could hear the birds wingbeats resonate from inside a building she was checking out. Once he even flew out with a chain, it's dangling links clinking as he flew.


Hotaru grabbed the chain as it was deposited at her feet. On one end of the chain was some sort of warn leather pouch. The grey wolf figured the hawk picked it up because the chain was shiny. Hotaru dropped the item into her pouch, but one end still stuck out. She didn't bother fixing it. If the stupid thing fell out than Fawkes could deal with it, it was his chain after all. Hotaru continued to walk down the streets while Fawkes flew high up above. As she walked the scent of a wolf filled her nostrils. She chose to ignore the stranger's presence and continued to walk down the street.


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#3
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Hi =].


She figured maybe she was in the wrong place. This was a country kind of town; she doubted any of the humans wore what she was looking for. Any of it. They seemed to be poor by the way the houses looked, even in their destroyed forms. They didn’t have the concrete roofs the ones in and around Halifax had. The fences surrounding the houses seemed to have decayed, but they didn’t look like they had much potential anyway. There were a few barns behind the houses that had collapsed, probably once housing a few horses. She hoped the horses escaped long ago, before it collapsed.

Axelle lifted her face from her paws as she scented another nearby. A faint clanking of some type of wood echoed around her, and bird wings flapping followed it. She looked around herself, not really sure if it was just something messing with her or was there really someone else here. She rose from the stairs and stepped down the few that were left. Looking up and down the street, she didn’t see anyone or anything that could be making the noises. She walked toward the corner, and looked down that way and sure enough found something.

She saw a woman with some type of walking stick, and the bird with the flapping wings was flying in and out of houses, staying close to its owner. Axelle stayed where she was because the pair was walking towards her. She watched the two, and realized that the woman must have been blind because she relied greatly on the stick to tell her what was in front of her, and the bird seemed to play a part in her ‘seeing’ too.

The two edged closer, and Axelle felt the need to call out to the unseeing female, ”Hey!” It was a friendly calling; after all, she wasn’t into confrontation if it wasn’t necessary. And right now, it wasn’t. Maybe the female knew more about this town than she did, and maybe she could point her in a better direction toward the items she was searching for. The doubt of it hung like darkness in the back of her mind, but hope floated above it.



Word Count → 368

Points → 3

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#4
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occ here

Word Count → 343


As the grey wolf walked the chain bounced against her bag, the soft thump easily felt by the blind wolf's enhanced senses. Before she lost her eyesight, Hotaru was like everyone else. She used her eyes and ears for just about everything. Her nose was the second most important sense, with her sense of touch at the bottom with her sense of taste. However, after she lost her eyes every other sense was heightened to the point that it became easy to overwhelm her with a sensory overload. Over time Hotaru had become a little more use to the heightened awareness and she found herself picking out small details like the chain bumping against her bag.


The other thing Hotaru paid attention to was the approaching footsteps of the wolf she had smelled earlier. The strange wolf's scent was intermingled with the scent of others, meaning she was from a pack. When the female called out to Hotaru she was half tempted to just keep walking and act like she was deaf and blind. Despite herself, the blind wolf stopped and her head turned towards the stranger. Her red-tipped ears twitched on the top of her head and faced forward as she listened carefully to every sound the stranger made. The call was friendly enough, although why the wolf would call out Hotaru was a mystery to her. "Hello. Can I help you?"


Fawkes had been enjoyed flying in, out, and between the buildings. They created unique wind patterns that made flying fun and challenging. Yet, his fun came to a close at the appearance of a strange wolf. The black and white female had called out to his master, meaning that Fawkes should stay next to Hotaru and protect her. Winging about Fawkes flew quickly back to Hotaru and landed on her should with a powerful grace. He easily folded his auburn wings and stared at the stranger. She was far enough away so he didn't need to yell at her, but she was still close enough for him to be wary.

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Ooc.


It took a little bit longer than expected for the other to answer, and Axelle found herself wondering if the femme was deaf, too. When she finally did answer, Axelle found it easier to approach closer. She still kept a respectful distance between herself and the stranger and her bird. ”It’s not every day I see another wolf walking around these cute little cities… I’m Axelle, and you?” She would soon find out if the other wanted to talk to her or not, but maybe Axelle could point her in the direction of what she was looking for. Or rather, point her bird in the direction.

”Have you been here before?” Maybe the other could show her where to go for her clothes. Country, florally items weren’t exactly Axelle’s style, and there must’ve been a group of people of her style in this town. There usually is in every pack, why not in every human pack? She needed some ‘punk’ clothes… preferably a skirt and a cute t-shirt to go along with it. Then she might be happy with her choices and go home to her cave and make alterations. She already had the Mohawk, all she needed was the style.

Where the other female was, there was more wind than before. It wasn’t strong wind, but they were little breezes here and there that came from different directions. The bird seemed to be interested in them, but stayed close by his master’s side. She admired the bird’s loyalty. If only she had Frex with her today, maybe they would’ve got along. Or not. He actually might have tried to hunt and eat the bird, which would have probably made the situation worse. With all that thinking, she was happy she didn’t bring him along to travel with her all the time. He preferred to stay in her cave, and explore the Anathema caves sometimes when he was restless. He made a good purpose for himself- being the rodent catcher so that they wouldn’t make away with their stored food.



Word Count → 339

Points → 3

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#6
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occ here

Word Count → 410


Fawkes eyed the bi-colored female carefully, his wings flapping a little in distaste when she came closer. The large predator flexed his claws on Hotaru's shoulder and slightly spread his broad wings. Leaning forward the bird opened his beak a little, but made no noise. It was his way of warning other canines, his way of saying don't get too close. Fawkes didn't like others getting too close to Hotaru out of fear they might try to harm her. He felt like he had to protect the grey wolf, to keep her safe, and warning others to stay a decent distance was the only way he could protect her.


The soft feathers brushing against the back of her head were comforting. Hotaru listened carefully as the stranger introduced herself in an...unusual manner. Hotaru wanted to roll her eyes at the word cute as she stared out into the darkness, but for the sake of being polite she kept still. The grey wolf had little patience for small talk and strangers alike. All she wanted to do was search for her all important tools before she was forced to return to her duties at Cercatori d'Arte. Hotaru could hear the stranger's approach, but she didn't get close enough to Hotaru to cause the blind woman to worry. Hotaru placed a soothing hand on Fawkes's chest, allowing her to gently rub the birds chest and silently communicate that he needn't take such precautions. "Pleasure to meet you. My name is Hotaru, the grumpy one is Fawkes. I'm afraid to say that this is my first time in this city. Although my venture here is of no real importance. What about yourself? What brings you here."


When one was blind, it was always important to play ball by the opponent's rules. If Axelle wanted small talk, Axelle got small talk. If Axelle wanted a pleasant conversation, then Axelle got a pleasant conversation and a polite smile to boot. Hotaru had learned early on that she should avoid fights as much as possible, however she also needed to appear strong and confident. Even when the grey female was concerned or agitated, she always tried to show a confident demeanor. That day was no different. Hotaru stood with her head high and her ears alert, but her tail was down and relaxed. Her voice remained polite and steady despite the fact she was extremely nervous to be in a new place with a strange wolf.


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#7
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Ooc.


Axelle took the bird’s body language into consideration, and stayed a safe distance away. She didn’t advance forward anymore from where she was standing. She eyed the bird nervously. Last thing she needed was an angry hawk pecking at her head. ”Nice to meet you, also. My little adventure was to find some clothes, but they don’t seem to have the style that I was looking for here…” From the looks of things, maybe humans didn’t have different types like wolf packs did. Maybe they were all the same kind of ‘people’ and clustered together in groups of the same type. She wondered where she would find her style of humans… Probably the city.

”It is pretty country out here, though. I didn’t find what I was looking for…” She didn’t want to seem like she was rubbing it in Hotaru’s muzzle that she could see, but she wanted to express herself normally, too. She also noticed Hotaru’s bird calmed down, but didn’t dare venture forward. Yes, she was wary of the little measly bird. ”What is it that you’re looking for, if you don’t mind me asking?” She knew from experience that some were secretive of what they did, but then others had no problem with sharing the endeavors.

”Others rarely ever go out with real purposes anymore…” It was a true statement that Axelle had noticed a while back… She found it common for wolves to just come out to these old human towns to find stuff… Not really important stuff- more like clothes, books for their own entertainment, she guessed comfort was kind of important… Mostly stuff that was unnecessary for wolves to have… Wolves didn’t need clothes, though it wasn’t frowned upon and honestly she was just getting into the swing of things after a year of being here. Axelle couldn’t read all that well, so books weren’t an interest to her unless they had a lot of cool pictures. She really didn’t know what others found in them, but then again being able to read them probably helped a lot.



Word Count → 343

Points → 3

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sorry its kinda bad and rambly. And sorry for the wait.

Word Count → 337


Hotaru listened politely to what Axelle had to say, although her interest was less than peaked. Fawkes had calmed down significantly and was actually a little proud of himself for coaxing such a nervous reaction out of the black and white wolf. His feathers puffed and gently nibbled at Hotaru's dexterous digits. He had, once again, successfully kept Hotaru safe and that was all that matter. Although a little respect and fear from a bigger predator was always nice.


Clothes, ever since her injury they had lost any value in the blind wolf's eyes. She couldn't see, so why should she bother with such unnecessary things. Hotaru had even stopped wearing jewelry and had cut her hair short because styles no longer concerned her. There was a time where the she-wolf had enjoyed adorning herself in the soft fabrics and styling her hair. At one point in time she had even worn a long braid that had been intricately done to match her beautiful dress. It had been on the night of her brothers...but that wasn't important."I'm afraid I can't help you with your search."


Strangely enough Axelle's ramblings were comforting and eased Hotaru's tension, if only just a little. Axelle remained an appropriate distance from Hotaru and although the things she talked about were of little interest to the blind wolf the way she spoke was comforting. Her voice held no malice, no hidden desires. She just spoke in a polite and friendly manner. Even her description of the country side didn't bother Hotaru and in many ways she wished that Axelle would go into greater detail. The loss of her eyesight had been rather devastating and Hotaru often found herself craving to know what the outside world looked like. Rather than voicing her desires, Hotaru simply chose to answer the question. "Oh, I'm just looking to see if there are any tools that I can use to help me carve." Hotaru wasn't sure how to take the last statement so she simply let it be.

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Ooc.


Axelle’s last statement really had no meaning at all, and there wasn’t really a great need for it to have an answer. Better off left to the air… as was so many others of her ramblings. Hotaru seemed to be a nice wolfess, and Axelle would be obliged to help her with her search for tools. ”Oh, that’s alright. I can help you though, if you’d like assistance.” She offered, but didn’t expect the other to take it. Hotaru seemed to be an independent wolf, despite her handicaps. She didn’t seem to need any assistance from others. She had her stick, and her bird, and her hearing and that’s all she would need.

”What type of tools are you looking for?” Axelle’s eyes left the face of Hotaru, and her guard bird for a moment to look around them. ”Oh, that’s right. You said carving.” Axelle was sure one would be able to find carving tools in a country little place like this. ”Like… knives?” She wasn’t exactly sure of what type of tools Hotaru was exactly looking for, as she did not carve, ever, and she quietly wondered how Hotaru managed to carve, unseeing and all.



Word Count → 193

Points → 0

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#10
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sorry for the wait again.

Word Count → 292


Hotaru couldn't help but feel taken aback by the women's offer to help her. Why would Axelle help her? There was no reason too. Besides, Hotaru could get around fine on her own. She didn't need or want help from this strange female. Hotaru's pride wouldn't allow her to admit her weaknesses. Red tipped ears flicked back and she politely said, "No, that's alright. I don't think I will find anything. This place is too close to d'Arte so it was probably swept clean a while ago."


The topic of wood carving improved the artists mood a little. She loved everything there was about carving. The smell of wood and smooth rhythm of her tools. The feel of dried wood beneath her paws and the way it took shape under her guidance. It was the only thing Hotaru truly enjoyed doing, and it was the one skill she had been determined to keep. "There are many tools that I would like, although I have all the essentials tools back home. Not just knives: chisels, hammers, saws, measuring instruments, sandpaper, oils. They are all tools for woodcarving. I was just hoping to come across something that I didn't already have, or some tools that I could always use more of."

The blind wolf turned her head, as if she was looking for the tools she desired. However, there was nothing but darkness. Hotaru sometimes tied to see. She would sit for hours at times, just staring out into space. There were times when she believed she saw a faint glimmer of light, but it was always her imagination. The world of light and color haunted her dreams and often led to her furiously punching the ground. How she wished she could see again.

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You can end with your post or we can end it with this one? Up to you Smile


”Oh, ok.” Axelle was looking forward to helping the woman. She liked offering assistance to those who needed it, whether they wanted to admit it or not. ”Yeah, maybe that’s the reason I can’t find what I’m looking for. There might’ve been a few items like so, but they’re most definitely gone by now.” Hotaru turned her head away from Axelle, and Axelle quietly looked at her unseeing eyes. They looked like anyone else’s eyes. There was no discoloration, no weirdness to them. If she could or couldn’t see, it was a mystery to anyone else who didn’t see her walking with a seeing stick and bird.

As there was nothing left for Axelle to do, she thought about leaving. Hotaru didn’t need help, and she couldn’t find what she was looking for so there really was nothing left for her to do here. She needed to look somewhere else for the clothes she wanted, maybe like the city. Halifax had everything, stripped or not. There were so many buildings, and so little time for all the wolves in Bleeding Souls lands, even for the wolves before that came and went or came and died here, to look in. She had better luck there than a cute little country town like Wolfville.

She turned to Hotaru, ”Well, good luck finding anything that you might need. Your trusty bird will help you, since he seems to like shiny things.” She regarded the useless chain she noticed earlier hanging out of Hotaru’s bag. ”Maybe he’ll find you some carving tools.” She backed away a few steps and continued without much pause, ”As for me, I must be off. There might be more of a choice for me in Halifax, and I think I’ll stop there before I stop home. Good luck!” She turned and waved uselessly, remembering it wouldn’t be seen and acknowledged. She quickly walked away, and out the way she came in before and continued in the direction of the city of Halifax.



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Her decline for Axelle's offer was taken in stride and their short meeting was drawing to a close. Fawkes shifted impatiently on Hotaru's shoulder while the two finished their small chat. Thankfully, the strange female accepted Hotaru's explanation, although the logic was sound. The Artists were always looking for new tools, so the carver wouldn't be surprised if there were no tools left in Wolfville. Either way, her excursion was not in vain. She needed to practice exploring unfamiliar territory and memorizing the layout of new lands. Exploring the village was exactly the type of adventure she required, even if it was interrupted by a stranger.


The words "trusty bird" were almost exactly how she would describe Fawkes. He was her eyes, and her anchor to sanity. He allowed her free reign of the world and helped her though the many dangers that it wrought. Hotaru raised a hand to gently rub his breast, and was rewarded with a gentle nip of his beak. They were much closer than most canine/avian pairs. They had been through so much together and had shared each other's pain. It was only right that their relationship was so close and the bonds that tied the together were strong. Hotaru inclined her head politely at Axelle's words. "I wish you luck as well in your hunt for clothes. Have a good day." With that, the two females departed. Hotaru decided to spend a few more hours searching through Wolfville before she turned back to d'Arte without finding anything she could use.

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