The Bees Need A Home, Too

Temo Wolfe · 07-08-2012, 11:50 AM

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Arrival into the deserted human city had finally occurred late that afternoon. They had left home at the crack of dawn after saying their goodbyes to Jace. Temo and Honrin had then proceeded out of the pack territory and pointed their noses towards the rising sun in their trek to the city of Halifax in their search for any information that they can find on beekeeping. Temo was mainly going to look for information on making the hives.

Their path wound through the city streets as their feet padded on the hard concrete and asphalt that was spread between the buildings. The goal of father and son was the library but Temo also kept an eye out for other book repositories like book stores so the could increase their chances of finding what they has set out so early in the morning to looking for.

It had been a long while since Temo had been to the city and it was with his lovely mate, Jace, then. As they proceeded through the deserted streets, there was an occasional sight that sparked a memory from that far off time. He did not let himself get to deep into reminiscing about the past as they were here on an important mission and he needed to keep a sharp lookout for any place that contained books.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-11-2012, 03:52 PM

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He had never seen anything so monstrously big in his entire life. It rivaled the Halcyon mountains of Ichika and yet it was apparently different from their natural beauty. This was not an art form in his eye's view, this was destruction of the worst kind and he felt a well of hatred for man and his desire to conquer everything about him. Unlike his mother, he felt no awe of this place, only a dismayed devastation. Although nature was taking back its land the mindless disregard still plagued the life here. A solid black substance covered wide swaths of land where tress and plants would have grown, the pale grey edgings hard against his paws.

His muzzle was scrunched up in disgust as her strode besides his father looking for this place where books were kept, that he understood the humans had called a Library. His eyes slid over shops and buildings with words he couldn't decipher, he recognised some but not many to give him a clue. Although like his mother so long ago before him, the high rise buildings and pure menacing vibe of this place creeped him out enormously. Living in Ichika it had been easy to fool himself that the human world around him was fake and in Cercatori it was almost totally reclaimed by the wilderness, but here, this place was somewhere for demons to roam and torment.

In response to his dark, restless thoughts the shadows that followed quivered with delight and bounced about with excitment. They were always trying to pull him down, drag him into the darkness, he refused to go, he clung to the light as best he could. He frowned, wondering if Temo did indeed know the way, he turned his head looking down at his now smaller sire,

I don't like this place. It's evil.

Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii

Temo Wolfe · 07-11-2012, 11:01 PM

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There are 15 libraries scattered throughout Halifax. Of course the one I pick was not built until 2001, so back to the map. lol. Halifax North Memorial Public Library, opened 1966.

The empty buildings around them with their lack of color raising so high above them blocking out the sky except for what was directly overhead did not sit well with Temo. The lack of any fresh air and cooling breeze, not to mention that the only green was where grass and weeds and an occational bush or tree managed to take root, all depressed him. He worked hard to not let the depression show through and hoped they would find the library soon so he could loose himself in the search through the books.

His eyes kept scanning the building faces as they walked beneath them, the straight lines of the construction and shadows seemed to bother him more here. At least at home the straight was broken up by the randomness and seeming chaos of nature which had not managed to take over here yet. Yes, this place does not feel, right. Temo agreed with his son but a bit quiet as if he did not want to draw the attention of something or someone to them. With the sun low and the sky turning red, Temo spied an older building that looked promising. Shall we try that building? Either way, we need a place to hole up for the night. He did not relish the thought of wandering the city in the dark.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-14-2012, 12:30 PM

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His fur was prickling and his head turned suddenly as he was almost certain that he saw something move in the gloom. The feeling of being watched magnified several fold. His golden eyes swept the grey scaled buildings looking for whoever it was that was watching them. It took a lot to unnerve the otherworldly child of the arctic goddess but he was so disturbed that he was almost twitchy, it was maybe a good thing then that he had a weapon clenched in his left hand and his beloved bleached bow, its quiver of arrows with their colorful feathers tied to his back.

The building Temo pointed to looked about the same as any other they had passed and Honrin saw nothing that would distinguish it from the rest but maybe that's what his father was going to. 'It's as good as any other.' He had the same short way with words that Temo did. The coming night was arriving fast and they had not much food left from their long trek so he opted to leave Temo to hunt for anything that the city offered to weary travelers. 'I'll go see what i can find, I'll be back soon.' With that the taller boy lumbered off to be swallowed up by the gloom.

He soon lost his father's scent and sound and scoured the nearby blocks, traversing the ruined gutted wrecks of the cars that had stopped when their owners had died. Some still had skeletons in them which he found morbidly fascinating. Suddenly the lights dashed about, a warning and he hear a series of gentle clicks, he was being followed. Silently the boy swerved off to the side and hid in the murky gloom behind some old trashcans, their height hiding him.

The stranger's footsteps echoed in the emptiness and soon came upon his hiding place, the person, a male, didn't notice him though and he shifted around to the other side before launching himself at his follower. The male, who was dark brown had time to yelp out once before Honrin ploughed into him and took him to the ground. In the stillness the yelp carried much farther than it would have in the forest. Honrin thrust his snarling jaw towards the other male's throat, his words hissed and vicious'Who are you! Why are you following me!'

The stranger babbled, obviously scared by his attack. Honrin saw what he had knocked out of the stranger's paws,it was a long bladed knife that was covered in a greenish substance, no doubt a poisoned blade from a coward who snuck up on people. 'Shut up!' The brown man closed his mouth and Honrin bounced to his feet, picking up the knife as he went and holding it securely, he knew how to use it in a fight.. 'Get out of here now, if I find you anywhere near my camp, i'll kill you and leave your body for the crows. ' The sneaking thief didn't hesitate, just turned tail and ran.

The oppressive watched feeling dissipated as Honrin continued his hunt and manged to catch a few rats that had grown fat and lazy off of mankind's downfall. Carrying his small catch by their tails Honrin walked back the remembered way to the unremarkable building Temo had picked out. He pushed his way in and followed Temo's scent until he found him,

'I found dinner and who was following us.'

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Temo Wolfe · 07-14-2012, 02:00 PM

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Temo noticed how his son was acting nervous and looked in the direction that Honrin was looking. He did not see anything, however, he began to be more vigilant in being aware of their surroundings. did not really know why he decided on that particular building. He had no idea where any libraries were around here. The building did not seem all that different from the others but something about it did seem to stick out. It had the look that it was meant for humans to congregate at. For one, it had what the humans called a parking lot for their metal beasts that they rode around in, which there were several cars rusting away in the parking lot. Also, given the time of evening and that they are in a strange area, Temo had to agree with Honrin that it was as good place as any for the night.

With a nod, Temo acknowledged Honrin's desire to go hunting and wondered if it was not just for food and watched him disappear in the gloom. Alone for the time being, he walked up to the door and tried it to find it locked, but trying the other half of the wide door proved more fruitful as it opened at his tug and gave him access to the building. He walked across the foray and over to what looked like rows of bookcases. There were still books on the shelves and many strewn about the floor between the book cases. His fascination for the books and the information contained within their covers drew him like bees to honey and he was soon lost in them looking over the titles when his son arrived with dinner by the tail. Good, good. He looked around realizing that he had not found or cleared out a spot for them to camp.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-14-2012, 02:43 PM

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The sight of Temo pouring over some old book was so familiar that Honrin laughed out loud despite his melancholy, his father was so predictable. Show him a good, interesting book and he was gone. Honrin deposited their dinner on the floor next to his bow and arrows. He kept the poisoned knife however. It seemed Temo's intuition had struck true and he had inadvertently found what it was that they were looking for, years worth of knowledge stood before him but he was a slow ready, still learning.

Sighing wearily Honrin sat himself down upon the carpeted ground, glad to be off of his feet. Night was closing in and it was getting dark inside the library and soon it would be too dark to see the words upon the pages so Honrin didn't bother to get up and start reading books, instead he flung away the poisoned knife he had taken and placed his own on the floor next to his bow. The boy then shifted into his secui form, easier for sleeping in since the two males had not brought anything to sleep on. Leaving his father to the books for now Honrin set about devouring two of the rats he had caught leaving the other two for his father.

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Temo Wolfe · 07-14-2012, 11:43 PM

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There were many books inside the building where they were somewhat protected from nature's elements, but without anyone around to maintain the building and environment contained within, many of the books were partially or fully decayed. Especially where there were leaks in the roof or broken windows that let the rain and snow get blown in.

Temo had found a number of books that were still readable although he had to be careful as the pages were starting to deteriorate and would easily tear out of their bindings. He had looked through several when he found one that was full of information. It was this book that he started thumbing through looking to see if there would be anything worthwhile on the subject of bees and the care of the black and yellow insects.

It was that book that Temo had his nose in and reading when his son, Honrin made his way into the building and to where Temo was. He looked up in time to see the knife being tossed into the growing gloom around them and figured whatever it was that had Honrin's tail in a knot was dealt with. The sight of his son eating and the smell of blood that entered his nostrils reminded him that he was hungry. He put the book down and joined his son in the feast and tore into the rats.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-15-2012, 03:47 PM

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The boy licked his blood stained chops after swallowing the last of his pitiful meal. It was hardly even satisfying but it was too late now to gripe about what he could have caught. He was grateful for what he had caught at least and yawned widely, displaying his long fangs to the dark murky world of the old abandoned library. Almost all day on the road was tiring, his parents had made a three day journey on foot and had to keep three horses and four rambunctious youngsters in line, it was a daunting task to consider.

Honrin lazily chewed on a half gnawed bone for lack of anything to do and finally snapped it up, cracking it with his jaw and swallowing it. There wasn't much conversation between the two men but that was usual, neither was very talkative or into conversation much. He snorted, a plume of dust rising with the action. The morning would see them working hard to find knowledge but for now he would rest and sleep. With a muttered goodnight to Temo who was still devouring his own dinner Honrin laid his head down on his paws and closed his eyes, sinking into his dreamworld before they had even finished closing.

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Temo Wolfe · 07-16-2012, 01:00 AM

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Rats were not at the top of the list of his favorite sources of meat, but they were still good and tasty, especially for when the stomach was empty and one was in need of a quick meal and nourishment. When he finally put the book down unable to read any further due to the advance of the darkness, he made quick work at making the the two rats that Honrin brought him disappear and then he proceeded to clean the blood from the fur around his muzzle and hands.

Just like his son that was now fast asleep near by, he was tired from the trek but was not sleepy. The excitement came to him with the site of the bookcases full of books. He wanted to go through them all right now but it had gotten too dark for even wolf eyes to be able to discern the written words contained between the covers. Temo laid down amongst the books scattered on the floor and thoughts went through his head about tomorrow. About trying to narrow down the number of books to search through. It took a while but Temo finally drifted off into the dark recesses of dream land and sleep.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-17-2012, 05:00 PM

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Morning found him tightly curled up into a ball to ward off the chill that permeated the long abandoned building. His father still slumbered on as Honrin woke to the silent still world left behind by the humans. No birds sang in the sky nor did he hear the sounds of any other wolves nearby like he often did in Thornberry. He huffed and pulled himself to his feet with a grunt. Outside he looked around to make sure there were no other unwelcome strangers lurking about and then took care of business, watering a few hardy shrubs that clung to their lives in this barren wasteland.

Early morning didn't improve the look of the city much, now it was covered in a layer of hazy mist that gave everything a dreary grey appearance. Temo hadn't stirred in the brief time that Honrin had been gone so Honrin shifted swiftly into his optime form, flexing the dexterous hands that it gave him. He picked up the book that his dad had been reading the previous night before retiring and studied the aged yellow pages littered with beautiful color pictures and diagrams. He flicked through it idly, not understanding the vast majority of it, he didn't even know how the human word for bee looked like so was unable to identify it.

Time passed by him slowly and he remained absorbed in the book, more looking through the pictures and trying to make sense of them than actually reading it. His vivid golden eyes followed the sentences that were a mystery to him and every now and again he would congratulate himself for remembering or recognizing a word he did know.

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Temo Wolfe · 07-18-2012, 02:07 AM

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Beneath Temo's eyelids, his eyes danced and moved about to some unseen choreographer as dreams flitted about the inside of his head as he slept. Only the inner shadows between his ears knew what the dreams were about because when he awoke, the dreams would fade into the mists of nothingness.

The stirrings of his son that was sleeping nearby signaled his brain that it was time to get up but his body resisted trying to get that last bit of sleep that it could eek out. His consciousness swam up to the light of morning and it was not long before Temo was awake and aware of the world around him. At first, he was confused because the surroundings were not his bedroom then he remembered the trip and the reasons for the trip and being here.

With a long stretch containing some popping and cracking of various joints in his body and a yawn to greet the morning, Temo noticed Honrin with a book in his hands, Find anything? he queried his son. Feeling better from the night of sleep and the morning stretch, he started looking at the spines of the books on the shelf deciding which one to dust off and open up next.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-18-2012, 05:24 PM

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He didn't look up from the book as Temo stirred from his dreams, idly flicking a page over with his claw. He had long ago ceased paying attention to the book whose pages her turned habitually. His mind was focused inwards and his golden eyes blazed intensely at the page her was currently viewing. Thoughts of her dominated his mind and he was hard pressed to control his physical response to it, although he attempted several times to return to his reading she kept creeping back in.

When Temo spoke he jumped lightly and looked at his father almost guiltily, his face falling into a blank mask almost immediately. He turned his gaze to the book and flicked it closed and held it out for Temo to take,

'No... I can't read most of the words.' He hated admitting he was bad at anything and scowled almost petulantly at his hands before looking back up again,

'Can you teach me?'

Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii

Temo Wolfe · 07-19-2012, 01:24 AM

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When it came to the children, Temo had learned that there are times to ignore something and when he needs to inquire what it was that was bothering them. When he seemed to startle his son and saw his face go deadpan, which was a face that he frequently used, decided that this was one of those times that needed to be allowed to go unnoticed and let Honrin decide if he wanted to talk about it or not. He reached out with a hand and took the book and studied the cover a moment until his son spoke at which point he looked up and gave him his attention.

He pondered a moment considering how to proceed to teaching Honrin more on reading. He made sure all his children at least had learned the basics of reading and he was not surprised that his son could not read as well as himself. He basically got them started on knowing how to read so that they had the opportunity to pursue the subject if they so chose. Sure, he replied glancing at the book in his hand and remembering that they are in a library where there might be what humans called textbooks which were a special type of book for teaching their young. Let us look around, there maybe some books that can help. Human language is confusing to say the least.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-22-2012, 07:01 AM

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He still thought of her even after Temo had begun speaking to him, he needed to distract himself now before he couldn't contain himself anymore. As much as he wished it to the idea of sitting inside and learning human languages didn't appeal to him at the moment. He jumped to his feet suddenly, his eyes wild and wide. He grasped at his bow and quiver and shakily pulled on the beautiful gifts, without looking his father in the eye he stumbled towards the exit,

'I.. I'm sorry Father. I have to leave.. for a bit. It's not you, it's ...something else, I feel trapped in here... I'll be back soon!' His father had a tendency to blame unrelated things upon himself but with those words Honrin swiftly exited the building that had begun to suffocate him. As soon as he did get outside he could breathe more easily and immediately he raced away from the library, desperate to put distance between himself and the drab place. He ended up at the other end of the town near the docks and sat at the edge of a pier looking down into the water. He stared at his reflection and his reflection stared back. Why? Why her? He knew why and the reason was uncomfortable to think about but for the first time he recognized the fact that he found his mother very attractive in a way that he shouldn't.

It was wrong, it was sick. He was sick! He shouldn't like his own mother like that. He felt diseased and just plain old wrong. Pandora deserved more than her older brother lusting after her. She deserved some strong nice man who would look after her and care for her, bring her gifts and presents, fight off other people who would hurt her. He put his head in his hands and tried to hold back his distress. How could he even look at his father with anything but shame in himself, Temo loved him although he rarely said it, how would the black male feel knowing Honrin was feeling these things for his wife. It was so messed up!

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Temo Wolfe · 07-22-2012, 10:54 PM

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He was going through some books and found one that would help Honrin with learning more on reading the human written text that filled the books that were surrounding them. Temo had opened the book with a bit of care as the pages were getting old and starting to tear and break but it was still serviceable as long as one took care using it. He was doing a quick going through of the book to make sure it would work ok for a teaching aid when he noticed that Honrin was antsy about something then abruptly got up, said he needed to get out of the building and left.

Except for an Ok,, Temo silently watched his son disappear through the door of the building. Concern filled his thoughts and was reflected in his face as he watched the empty exit for a few moments wondering what was wrong. Yes, one can feel trapped in these buildings, even Temo has had that feeling from time to time, but he could see that there was something else bothering his only son. If Honrin wanted to talk about it, he would and Temo went back to the books, setting aside the one in his hand for later and proceeded to look through the rest for what they had come for, bees and making hives for them.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-25-2012, 05:27 PM

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He was abandoned on that pier end for well over two hours whilst he tried to sort out the mass of feelings and conflicting emotions within his mind. The sun rose eventually over the high rise horizon and shone down on him in a cheery facade that mocked his misery. It cut through the gloom and mist however, the water quickly evaporating and rising out of sight, and not long after the city looked more welcoming although it still repulsed and repelled him. Finally he got to his feet and slowly meandered his way back to the library.

For a little while he almost couldn't bring himself to go in and hid in a small shop across the street that once upon a time sold gifts and souvenirs, though not that Honrin could know this. After a few minutes of practically cowering like a child he pulled himself together enough to enter the library and find his father. Still sporting his upset, uncomfortable expression he slipped off his bow and quiver silently, mind far away and eyes distant.

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Temo Wolfe · 07-26-2012, 01:06 AM

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Temo busied himself going through the books that were surrounding him trying to forget that something seemed to be troubling his son and it worried him that it might be him, or something that he did, that is the trouble. It was something that he did not always realize, that he seemed to always think that whatever issue someone had may have somehow been his fault. Sometimes logic told him that it was not, but even then, on occasion, he would feel logic was wrong.

When he heard Honrin returning, Temo looked up at his son and pondered what the issue could be and if he should ask or not. He looked back down at the pages of the book he had in his hand. It looked promising as it talked about a number of different bee species, but he had not gotten into it very far to see what else it had in it. He decided to not ask and instead said without looking up, I found a couple of books on bees and touch on beekeeping, but have not found anything on hive construction. A wave of his hand while he talked pointed out a short stack of books with the top one sporting a picture of a bee on a comb.

Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-26-2012, 11:08 PM

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He turned around to face his father, the ruin of the boy's mind seeking out comfort in the familiar. He listened to him talk as he had often done as a cub in the rare times that he had spoken, with his head cocked slightly to the side. Already Temo had found a small pile of books that might be useful while he had been off sulking and self pitying. He felt a stab of guilt, his father had accompanied him to help not to do all the work himself. Frowning he mumbled lowly in his throat before asking a single question, it was very similar to the way that his mother would have worded it, the similarities between then staggering,

'If there were something wrong with me, would I still be allowed to stay? In Cercatori.' His frown deepened and his eyes fell distant again, he didn't reveal the nature of his wrongness for that would be too much but he brought it to light all the same. He loooked almost vulnerable, like a lost pup who couldn't find its way.

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Temo Wolfe · 07-27-2012, 12:20 AM

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Temo stared at his son, as if his eyes could pierce through Honrin's skull and see what he was talking about. He could not fathom what Honrin was getting at because there was nothing wrong with him as far as Temo knew. His face reflected the concentration that his brain was in with it's trying to process any information that might be relevant to the question that Honrin posed to him. His thoughts went through his memories of the children growing up and through memories of problems that he knew about or have seen and did not come up with any matches except one.

There was a time in his younger days when Temo was still in his birth pack that he had thought there was something wrong with him when most of the others in the pack, especially the women, would not have anything to do with him outside of the normal pack business. Which slowly led him to be more reclusive and spending time with the books that the pack had accumulated. With those memories going through his head, he wondered if Honrin was thinking that he was having similar problems. His face softened into a more concerned look, I would think you would be able to stay, mainly because I do not believe there is anything wrong with you.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii · 08-13-2012, 05:06 PM

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He couldn't meet Temo's eyes under such a stare, he turned his head away and seemed to hunker down before the older male's scrutiny. He therefore didn't see the softening of features. How could he judge himself worthy of anything. He mumbled something unintelligible and bend down to set his bow and arrows on the floor. When he returned to his feet he finally brave's the brown gaze warily. 'I can' explain it, not in words. I'd rather not. But I want to stay.' He frowned despite his words. He didn't want to continue the conversation lest Temo get too close to the source of his petulant thoughts.

Instead he focused on the book his father carried, wanting to distract Temo. 'Is that the book?'

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