She's a stranger to some and a vision to none

Miwa Itou · 04-28-2012, 07:52 PM

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Rain spattered the ground before her like tiny bullets, leaving small, dark marks on the soil that she trod upon. Miwa had not been outside for very long and the fact that it had started to rain really put a dampener on her already sour mood. It had been a few days since she had left the pack lands and thought that she would go out to visit the border and surrounding territories for a change. The rain ruined that, though. She looked vengefully upward at the heavens, shaking a fist. As she did this, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky. Her amethyst eyes grew wide in fear, ears going back with a small yelp. She made for the tree line. She hated storms more than anything, especially lightning. Miwa closed her eyes as she ran, feeling the raindrop stop hitting her as she came beneath the protective branches of a tree.

She could hear the thunder rolling through the skies overhead and gave a small whimper, sitting with her back to the trunk of the tree and pulling her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around them, letting her long hair fall in cascades around her to form a barrier between herself and the outside world. Thunder rolled once more and lightning flashed, illuminating the insides of her eyelids. She clenched her jaw, burying her face and trying to ignore the sounds and the flashes of lights as she began to cry softly.

Photo courtesy of Eric Kilby

Octavius Poer de Angelo · 04-30-2012, 05:44 PM

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+3 hope it's okay if octa here joins in?

Storms were something that had always intrigued the young man. The sound of thunder as it cracked and whipped through the heavens, lightening lighting up the otherwise dead black sky. So fascinating, they were, that he snuck out of the underground each time the rain began to pitter patter along the ground. This day was no different, and he emerged from the small hole in the ground with a grin pulling his at his mouth.

Standing up onto two legs and wearing nothing but a bag over one shoulder and his ‘coming of age’ necklace, the snowy white boy began to walk along the outer edges of the forest, not bothered a bit that he was becoming drenched. Every time the thunder rolled he would growl along with it menacingly, always trying to get his voice to match. Of course, his vocal chords were still a bit too young to be that deep, but he was quickly getting there. With his body roughly the size of an average male luperci, and being only nine months old, Octavius was well on the way to becoming a very large creature.

A bright flash and a soft crash…and then he heard the soft sobbing coming from not even ten feet away. Dropping to a crouch, he crawled forward on hands and feet slowly, taking a deep breath to try and scent one of his pack mates. This one was female, and young…smelled a lot like the Angelo that was always hanging around his mother. Frowning, Octa crawled closer still and peeked around a thick tree, finally catching sight of the small girl curled into a ball.

Whimpering softly, he closed his eyes and decided to shift down into his smallest form so as not to frighten her further. Two minutes passed before he was on four paws and weighed about a hundred pounds less. Grabbing up his bag in his jaws, he trotted closer and yipped, What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Completely ignoring personal space, he sidled right up to her side and twisted a bit, trying to see her face, wanting to be absolutely certain that his young pack mate was not physically hurt.

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