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First post...and it's crappy. YAY! 
Even days later he was still chuckling at what he saw as irony. He’d travelled so far and long to get to the famous Bleeding Souls land that had been practically myth back home. Always talked about, held high and revered, a place where one both lost and found their hearts. His father had misplaced his there, while his uncle and aunt found theirs together. And what about him? What was here there for? He hadn’t known and as he stood amongst the ashes, Fehrris Oriel realized that he wouldn’t be finding out any time soon, if even at all. The glorious Bleeding Souls territory was now a memory, reduced to blackened ash that crumbled even more beneath his massive feet. How perfect. He’d left home for this.
Without any inclination to return to Jasper Valley, the yearling moved on – urging his travel-weary paws forward. He figured he’d stop when he found green again and perhaps find a place to settle for a while there. Fehrris was determined not to go home, for he had a point to prove. And while returning to inform his family of the death of their beloved land would have been triumphant in some ways, he was willing to feel vindicated by himself for the time being. And so – he kept walking.
That was then, and now Fehrris was busy attempting to settle himself in to a new lifestyle. His victory was short lived upon learning that the survivors of what had been a devastating fire moved on just as he had, settling again where life flourished. And so now he was with a pack, ready to begin his experiment – or in his mind, to prove something to himself.
He was currently resting beneath a large maple; mere feet away from what would soon become his new den. He had an impressive idea of what his new homes would be in his head, but was just beginning the early stages of its construction. First and foremost, he was to dig the den. He’d decided that a few hours’ work was enough to warrant a nice long break, and so he lay there, giant paws splaying out from him, tongue lolling from his mouth.
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OOC: *GRINS* Well, since no one else has grabbed this one yet...let the Oriel/Stormbringer fun begin again!!! *rubs her hands together and cackles* And your post was FINE. *thwaps*
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It was a bad day, and Kol Stormbringer was in a bad mood. She'd awakened far too early this morning in her cozy little den beneath the knotted old pine, her left shoulder on fire. At some point in the night as her wounds had dried out, she'd apparently twisted a certain way and cracked the scabs, reopening the half-healed gashes and sending searing fresh pain through her leg and chest. A string of expletive had flowed effortlessly past her normally silver tongue, and the girl had pulled herself with effort out into the dawn air, the first rays of the rising sun blinding her as she emerged. It had been an incredibly late night, and all the blackened female had wanted was to pamper herself with a morning of sleeping in. Apparently the fates had other, more unpleasant, ideas in store.
Still grumbling to herself, an almost visible dark cloud hovering over her equally dark form, Kol had set out for the little pond nearby yet again to clean the dirt from her sluggishly bleeding wounds. She sincerely hoped that damn bastard of a bear enjoyed his stupid dinner, a dinner which the young wolf had had no intention whatsoever of stealing. Stupid, idiotic, brainless, overreacting, testosterone-infused, ego-stroking MALE.
The Stormbringer female grumbled steadily under her breath as she walked with an obvious limp, each step sending that unwelcome fire racing through her shoulder, and subsequently filling her leg and the left side of her chest as well. She'd been so damn careful lately to not aggrivate the injury, letting it heal nicely in its own time, not pushing it to perform before it was ready to. But no, it wasn't overexertion or even a misstep that had freshened the stupid thing, it was a goddamned wrong move while she'd SLEPT. The sheer stupidity of that, above all, was what had the young shewolf so bloody angry.
Still grumbling, Kol winced as a particularly sharp knife of pain lanced through her, the sensation bringing a yelp from her throat before she could clamp her mouth shut. Another colorful string of curses, many of them in Norse, passed by her lips as she stopped in her tracks, trying to control the pain. As her violet eyes touched on the figure of an unknown male resting nearby, her cheeks beneath her fur flushed hotly with embarrassment, and she readied herself for some snide remark that was surely to come her way.
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I'm sorry for the wait, Jassy-face! I'm adapting to a new job and it's been annoying.
It would have been pointless for him to wish for a day spent in solitude. That was the thing about packs – being a part of one usually led to a social experience or two. Maybe even three, depending on the size. This wasn’t a bad thing for the male, as he was quite interested in conversing with these special wolves, these “Bleeding Souls.” How the hell could so many happy memories come from such a miserable sounding place? Of course, not all the precious memories of this place were happy. He knew Taylinn’s story and the circumstances in which he was born. It had mistake written all over it and revenge, too. A pathetic attempt to get over someone he loved. Even as a yearling Fehrris knew moves like that never worked. They usually just fucked up the situation more than it originally was. And how true was that? Oh, quite so.
The sound of a female in pain drew his attention from his dour thoughts, bi-coloured eyes resting a doleful gaze upon a lithe female black save for a bright blaze of white across her chest. He saw that she was beautiful instantly, but shrugged it off as quickly as he discovered it. Such matters didn’t concern him, and anyway – it certainly wasn’t her beauty that was troubling the female. He had a hankering that it had a bit more to do with the angry looking slashes parting her skin, seeping blood. The metallic scent stung his nose and he arose seconds later, emitting no sound. Without a word, the massive male crawled into his den, crouching with a soft grunt as he reached for what he had inside.
He emerged moments later, shaking the loose dirt from his pelt as he approached the female. Clasped in his mouth was a plant he didn’t know the name of – but knew its helpful uses when pressed against open wounds. He tossed the bits of green at her feet and moved back to his previous resting spot. He had no intention of applying the stuff to her wound himself, Fehrris appreciated personal boundaries and as a personal rule, never imposed on another’s space. So he sat still and rested his always sullen gaze upon her form, waiting for a reaction of sorts.
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OOC: <3333! *chuckles* I'd wanted so badly to just have Kol wander off in a huff, but A) that'd probably be it for the thread and B) the poor girl never forgets her manners! XDDD Course now that the formalities are out of the way, the gloves may come OFF! >=D Oh, and let me know if I got his eye color wrong. I'm at work so I can't see ANY images whatsoever, and I couldn't remember if Fehrris has the normal Oriel color or not. x.x
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Kol let out the breath she'd been holding as she realized the male was retreating to his den. Thank the Packleaders, she wouldn't have to deal with a rash of insulting, or worse, demeaning, comments about her clumsiness and inability to mask her pain. It was exactly what her stupid father had always done, and it was the first thing she'd come to expect from a male. Of course, her grandfather was far different, and had ended up permanently removing her hated father from all of their lives, but surely he and Kol's brothers were unique. After all, they were all Stormbringers; her disgusting father was decidedly not.
Of course, it was just her luck that as the young girl turned to continue on her "merry" way, the male emerged from his den carrying something. And of course, he was headed right for her. Oh wonderful, here come the comments. But to Kol's utter surprise, the stranger dropped his little burden at the girl's feet without a single word, then simply returned to his former posture. Raising a brow, her violet eyes rested on a pair of stunning blue as he watched her, and she flushed as she realized the male was actually quite handsome. Her curiousity and attraction quickly faded to annoyance, however, as those gorgeous eyes remained locked on her form. What the hell was he staring at her for, anyway?
Grumbling softly to herself, Kol set herself to spend a bit more energy than she would have liked. It was blatantly obvious that the male had no intention of helping her apply the damned herbs, more than likely feeling himself above such lowly duties. In fact, he was probably so full of himself that he was basking in his obvious intelligence and selflessness in the simple act of providing the leaves in the first place. Well, that was fine and dandy with Kol. There was more than one way to help herself. Closing her eyes, she started the process of shifting flawlessly, months of having been coached by her grandfather teaching her how to smooth out the change to a point of near painless fluidity. Joints cracked as bones and tendons stretched; front paws elongated into deft handpaws with more slender fingers, legs and forelegs lengthened, and the thick fur at the back of her neck and head grew to a silky black mane. She paused the change halfway through, needing only the added dexterity of her fingers, and not the terrible battle-readiness of a fully shifted Optime form. Opening her violet eyes, she laid her gaze on the unknown male, offering him a crisp "Thank you."
Her gratitude expressed, Kol gently picked up the pile of leaves in one hand and three-legged her way over to the pond that was her original destination, as it lay only a few yards from where the young male had chosen to make his den. Crouching on the edge, she placed the leaves back on the ground and repeatedly scooped a bit of water over her shoulder and upper arm, carefully washing away the dirt and scabs until the gashes were clean. Soaking the leaves in water for a bit, she then ground them with her hands for a good amount of time until they had formed a sort of loose paste, then she packed each wound with a bit of it as the bleeding stopped. The leaves would help to seal the injuries at least, and would speed up the healing of them somewhat. There was no doubt in the girl's mind that the angry slashes would scar horribly, but she'd already gotten back most of the movement in the area, and other than a bit of throbbing pain in the joint of her shoulder now and again, there really shouldn't be any lasting handicap from her encounter with the stupid bear. Needless to say that was more than likely a very good thing, if one were to believe that a final confrontation with Inferni was looming on the none-too-distant horizon.
Her task completed, the ebony female sighed and shifted back to her normal form, the process a bit quicker and far less challenging than its reverse had been. When finished, she remained on the bank of the pond for a moment, catching her breath before gently taking up the remains of the pile of leaves that she hadn't used and heading back toward the solitary male. She placed them softly on the ground in front of him before backing up a ways, inclining her charcoal head in a nod of gratitude. "Thank you again, it definitely helps. My name is Kol; welcome to Dahlia de Mai."
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