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Okay, Form: Optime.
Jules is wearing a blue plaid button up shirt that hangs down a little past her butt, though the sleeves are rather long on her. She has a large piece of pale green sea glass in her hand.
Location: Whisper beach.
I am gunna make this in the future.. um.. maybe the 25th? Oh and its high noon and foggy ish, that okay with you darling? Oh oh and she had heavy bandaging on her hip, neck. and light bandaging scattered around. And one of her ears has a notch in it.

It was the first time she had truly wandered out of his pack since that day, something she found to be necessary. Sure it wasn’t that far away, just outside the boarders on the soft sand beach t hat looked out to a rather small island. This place felt so strange to her, some of the uncovered sand sank between her toes almost as if they were trying to tickle her. The beach was such a strange place, its smell most of all. It tasted thick of salt and as she walked around it seemed that the wind was filled with small droplets of the sea water. Dampening her uncovered fur and unbandaged cuts, this caused her to flinch in pain. Why did this water hurt her wounds when other forms of liquid seemed to sooth them?

Her eyes gazed out at the slightly fogged landscape, finding it hard to spot the island now as she picked up a snow covered rock with a sleeved hand. Her breath snorted in irritation as she slid the long sleeve to her wrist; for once she was thankful that she had such fluffy fur for the wintery season. Even if it was compressed to her skin by bandages, she was glad to be warm. Though her body shivered but this was not from the icy weather but from a small glimpse of the stone she had picked up. The color made her freeze before she dropped it as if it were made of acid, the color of robin eggshells.

Shaking her head she moved away from the brightly colored rock, the first time the girl had avoided a color in her life. Juliet found herself kicking the snow back over the rock and finding a better color, a soft shine of sea glass. Pale green in color, picking it up she smiled in her mind. She could make a necklace out of this; maybe she could find a way to shape it. Would Lorenzo’s tools work? Or were those just for carving wood?

Though the smell of the salt water overwhelmed her sense of smell the girl was still alert, her ears twitching at every tiny sound. Analyzing it like a paranoid little wolf, and basically that was what she was. Paranoid, but not of that man but of something unknown to her. Fear of feeling pain again.

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#2
The rustic male had made his way down south, just for a short time. He had no desire to be near the lands of D'Arte, but wanted a breather from the caverns. Something about the dank caves made him anxious, and he realized he'd never lived in a proper den before. A days travel brought him to whisper beach. Whisper, whisper. It was as if the butterflies, which had silenced while he laid with Ayasha cradled in his arms, were making up for lost time. Voice after voice sounded in his head. His favorite, the one like his mother's voice, spoke loudest and most often.

"Careful now." He slowed, seeing someone transfixed by something in it's hand not too far from him. He approached slower now, his burning golden gaze transfixed on the form. Bandages and long sleeved shirt covered her. The shirt hung low, hiding much of her body, but it didn't take a genius to see she'd been hurt. For a moment, he wanted to race at her and pin her, make her apologize for being a spoiled brat. Alternately, the image of turning her over his knee and spanking her seemed like a good punishment for her attitude towards him. She'd gotten him in lots of trouble. And yet, he felt no true ill will towards the D'Arte woman. Girl. Woman.

Yeah, Juliet was a woman. Not that he was interested in her physically. She was too stuck up. Still, baiting her could be fun. He darted forward, snatching whatever it was in her hand. He danced back, holding up the bauble. Sea glass, and a pretty soft shade of green. He peered at it, then glanced at the woman, his eyebrow arched curiously.

"Pretty little piece of rock, kid. What'cha gonna do with it?" He expected no warm welcome. He actually expected her to attack him like the others of that pack would. He still didn't think it was Tameri, like they all insisted. It was been a shadow wolf he'd dispatched, not the stupid little pup his father adopted. He eyed the piece of sea glass again, holding it up to the light. "Hmmm. Maybe I'll keep it. It's kinda cute." He returned his gaze to her, daring her to do something stupid.

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Okay, Form: Optime.
Jules is also now a member of CdC when in this thread, we just have not started the thread :3 though she would still faintly smell of CdA, since she has only been a member of CdC for a week.
Location: Whisper beach.
So sorry about the really sucky post

She really liked this color, it was not as deep as one of Lorenzo’s eyes but it reminded her of him because of the green coloration. Shining brightly as she sun bounce off of its reflective surface, though her admiration of the glass ceased as she began to hear the soft footsteps on the sandy beach. She was about to pivoted on her heels to face the stranger but that was too late of a movement. Her eyes moved from her now unoccupied hands to the creature before her. For a brief second the man took the form of her attacker but the paranoid illusion dissipated as she looked at the form of someone she had actually did not mind seeing.

His sudden presence made her jump lightly, causing pain in her right side from a few unhealing scratches. The pain showing very briefly in her eyes but again her face remained its emotionless façade. Her ears twitched at the sound of his voice, asking her a strange question. What did he think she was doing with it? She would never smash such a pretty colored piece of sea glass; it would be such a waste of color. ”Looking at it, I was thinking of shaping it into a necklace or two. Maybe I can trade them at the festival.” She answered to her true intentions with the pretty rock as Liam put it, her voice remaining emotionless.

Her eyes showed a slight amount of sadness when he talked about keeping her prize, her fire was not in her right now. She would have said no it was hers and he would have to give I back but after that day she was afraid of what men would do if she did anything really. Juliet boldly took a few steps closer to the man she once knew, she wanted her glass back.

”Can.. I have it pack Liam?” She questioned, stepping closer still till she was about a foot away from him. Though she finally noticed how closer she really was and her body took control once again, stepping a few inches back to put more space between them until her mind could rationalize the situation. The girl held in a soft whimper to show her discomfort with him taking something that was hers but she did not let it out, she did not like when someone took something she had found. That was her treasure; she wanted to make something for Lorenzo or even to make a few necklaces to trade to get something nice for Jazper for letting her join the pack. Her eyes moved to Liam once more, not showing any emotion on her face or any signals on her body. Juliet just looked at him, especting him to give the sea glass back. Still naive at heart.

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Liam was almost surprised that Juliet didn't whine or stomp her foot, or anything. She didn't call him childish names, just looked at him with... nothing in her eyes. A flash of pain, for a second, but nothing he could read. He looked at the stone, then looked at her, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Making something for the festival." His voice was flat, his posture neutral but subtly aggressive. And yet there was something in the way she was acting that wasn't right, it was off.

Hell, last he knew she still hated him for taking her to Crimson dreams and leaving her there. He cocked his head, narrowing his eyes. His ears perked forward, watching her closely, guardedly. "Bet your daddy is near by, ain't he? He gonna come runnin' if I get too close to ya?" Yeah, he was baiting her now, but her silence, her lack of anger towards him perplexed him.

He hefted the little rock, then tossed it to her so she could catch it. "You look like hell, you spoiled brat." He slid his hands into his pockets, watching her, finding himself -despite his confessed hatred for her- concerned about the little monster woman. "How come you don't hate me like the rest of them do?"

The reluctant question slipped out before he could stop himself. He didn't want to ask, didn't want to know or care, and et the words flew out anyways. He tightened his fist around the piece of bone in his pocket, the piece of the shadow wolf's thigh bone that had been embedded in his skin during the fight. He liked to carry it with him, it made him feel powerful.

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Okay, Form: Optime.
She never hat Liam, sor some weird reaon.. you crazy girl you.
Location: Whisper beach.

He copied her sentence, wanting to make something to trade for the festival. It was strange, why did he have to repeat what she had said just a few seconds ago? Though she stopped herself from asking, again she was in a different mindset. Something that seemed to have a long lasting effect for the time being, but hopefully would wear off so she could be as normal she usually was. Even if that was not normal. Her eyes focused on the man before her, reading ever sign of his emotion. Ear twitch there from irritation, movement there from curiosity.

It was when he showed a full on movement in his head that she truly paid attention to him and not to the sounds around them. He was both curious about something and yet guarded about what it was, that was until he spoke. Her ears moved back lightly before returning to a perked state when he spoke about her father, he was going to come out of the woods if he got close? Juliet shook her head and sadness show in her eyes for again a short moment, he wasn’t coming out. She did not even know where he had gone after he gave her the flute he made for her. ”I have not seen my daddy for a month. I don’t know where he is.” She stated, she saw no reason to lie to someone that was like her. He was once a part of the pack, the family, but now was elsewhere. It was like her situation, yet not. She was in Casa di Cavalieri, not only to be away from her old pack but because she wanted to be with the man that had saved her life. Sure Liam had committed a murder and was exiled but in some way it was the same circumstance.

The girl lightly shrugged only to step closer to make sure she could catch the pretty glass that the man threw, catching it as she held it firmly in her hands. She did not want him to steal it again; after all it was her little treasure. It was only when he talked about her appearance he got to see some emotion in her eyes, pain and a slight amount of fear. ”I.. I am sorry.” She stuttered lightly with her emotionless voice, something that was very uncharacteristic for her. Her eyes then moved from him and to her feet, before he changed the subject.

His hands fell to his pockets and indigo moved back to amber, showing her confusion. How did he not know that she never truly hated him? Sure she was mad at him for lying to her and leaving her in Crimson Dreams for a few days, but that was no reason to hate someone. He had killed Tammi but for all she know there was a reason for it, she was not one to judge anyone for their actions. All though there was one person she hated and judged greatly, the man with the angel blue eyes. He was cruel, hurt her and then took advantage of her. He was someone she was glad he was dead, rotting in the place her mother and Lorenzo put him. ”I have never hated you Liam, I have thought you were stupid for some of your actions but I never hated you.” She stated, speaking the truth and her eyes showed him. She had always thought of him as a friend that never called her a friend back, sure she was slightly afraid of him for killing the puppy but she for some reason did not hate him.

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