A long-lost friend

Susquehanna · 01-22-2012, 06:40 PM

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WC: 617. Dating it Feb 4 for plot reasons. :3

Hanna walked along the beach, in her Lupus form for easier travel through the snow. She had been a member of Anathema for not that long a time, and she had met few of her pack mates, but she had picked up a scent in the caves that for some reason seemed too familiar. She was not sure why; the scent was not of family, nor of any person she could recall meeting. It did not carry the smell of any of the other packs, so if she had met this person in another set of company, it would not be obvious now; they had been in Anathema long enough that the old place's mark would no longer cling to their fur.

Still, there was something that drew her onward. She tracked the male -- for she was nearly sure the wolf she tracked was masculine -- mostly eastward, till his trail veered south into Life's Aquatic. She slowed as she neared the place where he might be. She had not yet seen this place, and it was far different from anything she had recently seen. Tide pools were everywhere, like little pits in the ground. No snow littered the otherwise pristine sands, which made her movement much freer than before. She wound around the pools, occasionally peeking in to them to see the little fishes within that would dart around in their little cages as her shadow passed across the water.

Finally she pulled her head from the clouds, or from the water, and continued following the scent she had been tracking before. The wolf in question was close, now, and the woman felt almost nervous. What if he did not recognize her? What if - such a girlish thought - he laughed at her when she told him that she had met him some time prior but could not divine when it was? With a sigh she paused to change to her bipedal form, as it was the one she most felt comfortable in.

She sat on the ground for the transformation, preferring the stability of her legs underneath her as they lengthened and thickened, her thighs and calves stretching to accommodate movement on two legs. Her back lengthened somewhat, small breasts sprouting on her chest, and she sat up, now crouching as opposed to sitting outright, one knee softly brushing the ground. Her shoulder joints changed, becoming less stiff to allow full arm movement. Then biceps and triceps formed, grew, and stretched. Her toes lengthened both front and hind, the claws of the latter gripping powerfully at the sand while the ones on her now-opposable fingers retracted, much as a cat's would. She enjoyed this aspect of her werewolf form, because it allowed such delicate tasks. Finally her tail and neck lengthened, her head thickening a smidgen, and her mane growing out to the point she could gather it into a messy ponytail. The woman stood, stretching her muscles out. Lupus form was so restrictive compared to this.

Slowly she advanced, till a brown hued man came into view. He was sitting on the shore, near to the point the cold water could touch his toes. He was in good condition, looked like he possessed great strength. The ebony woman came up behind him and then sat next to him, surreptitiously looking over at his face, which she found to be handsome. All the things she had been thinking about saying had fled her mind, and her tongue felt tied in knots. Finally she summoned up a polite, "Hello." before falling silent, trying again to frame how to ask him how they might know each other. But then, maybe he would recognize her anyway?

León Austral · 02-12-2012, 03:35 PM

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He had gotten his wish at last. Io was gone. The devil bitch had finally been removed from his life and he should have been completely elated. But the man was anything but as he stared out at the ocean with an emotionless stare, his freedom had come at the price of his adopted son. Of course Io had taken Dymtr with her, her perfect son, the devil's spawn. A devil spawn for a devil woman, it fitted quite nicely. No matter of the boy's true parentage Dymtr was still a son to the Spaniard. So the Austral male had removed himself from the smaller by three family that was still left to sit and reflect on his own. Xyza had taken Io's departure hard and he feared Analise's work with her had been set back by weeks if not months.

He had arrived here before the sun had even rises to lighten the sky, the middle of the night and from that time onwards he had not moved from this spot, not even to take care of 'business' he was a stone carved from the cliffs by the ocean's fury and might. He did not feel or wonder. Itwas now at least the early afternoon and Aeron and Jandro would probably be wondering where he had gone to. Himself and golden coyote woman now got along much better without Io there to act as a friction maker, there had been a noticeable drop in the number of fights and raised voices in the time since she had gone.

He was lost within his mind so deeply that he did not notice the black woman's approach until she spoke to him. Only once her voice had cracked through his mental shell did her scent finally make itself known to him. Immediately he was struck with an odd sense of knowing, he had met her before he was sure but where he could not recall. His head tipped backwards to look up at her and a small welcomeing smile made its way to his muzzle,

"Hola senorita..."

Susquehanna · 02-21-2012, 01:37 PM

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WC: xx. Craptastical post.

The man's head tipped to look at her, and his bright, almost-white irises took her a little by surprise. They were beautiful and unusual, like diamonds or pearls. His voice rolled out with a lovely accent that gave her gooseflesh. He smiled at her and she couldn't help but smile back. "My name is Hanna. I just recently joined Anathema." She tried not to seem as though she was was fishing for information about previous packs this man had lived in. She did not want to immediately ask him if he had ever lived elsewhere, because she was not sure he had, but he definitely looked familiar to her.

She gazed out on the water, watching the foam-covered surf coming in to shore. It was no wonder he was sitting out here, it was lovely. She had always enjoyed watching the water, but she did not feel the connection to it that she had found in fire.

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León Austral · 03-16-2012, 09:33 PM

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(0+)sorry for taking so long AGAIN x.x Leon muse is low for me ATM

She was dark colored, many of the people of Anathema were thus although their pure white leader was a striking example of not conforming to the norm. The first thing he noticed other than her strangely familiar scent and almost recognizable voice were her eyes, a crystalline blue, like pale gemstones. Lovely, like looking into a calm pond or pool. It was irritating, the half remembered fuzziness that came when he tried to think about it. And the irritation caused his brows to draw together for but a second before his face relaxed into an east smile,

Me llama León, my name, it is León. His voice was smooth, even, directly the opposite of what he felt inside. He had the loss of his son to process and now the eerie feeling of remembrance with this woman, Hanna; whoever she was. Her blue gaze turned out to the sea and so his followed also, for a fraction of time before returning back up to her, he felt rude with himself sitting and her standing so he gestured to the sand next to himself with an earthen paw,

Sit, por favor. A senorita should not stand when she can sit.

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