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Roar? Let's just say that Lubo slept at Mew's place, though quite innocently as if none of them wanted to do anything, yes? And they haven't spoken since, or something? 
The Dampwoods
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She'd been across this place just after she came here, ages ago - only a few days after the old lands burned. It was the same. The forest was pretty much celestial, and somehow it reminded her of the lush beauty of Clouded Tears. As she paced here and there, she contemplated just turning back and going home. She was close to inferni - and she didn't like it. After the raid that'd gone so terribly wrong, she felt guilty. As if she should do something. She'd gotten caught up in a personal fight, instead of contributing to the real issue. She was a disappointment, surely, instead of growing in respect in her brother's eyes. She let his plaything get dragged away, and for that she was probably weak. Who knew what went on in his mind. She wondered how large the chances were that someone in inferni had heard her howl. It was Lubomir she'd sent for, though she didn't know why. She'd been playing with the thought, of seeking him out again, but she didn't know the reason. Perhaps because she felt alone these days. Anger was tearing at who she was, and she'd very nearly killed that coyote south of the Dahlia land earlier. If her old self could see her now she'd be disappointed.
White paws took silent steps on the ground which was covered in leaves and needles. It was dark, nearly midnight, and she felt exposed. Everything else was so dark in this place; the trees' leaves were so thick that the moonlight didn't really seep through. She'd shifted to her two-legged form only minutes ago, so she could at least hide more efficiently if it came to that. Her white pelt made her so vulnerable at night though, she didn't know if hiding would be any good. Where - occasionally - a ray of moonlight shot through the leaves and landed on her, the fur shone as if it was broad daylight and she was the sun. Impossible to hide. And inferni so close. Her legs moved her body nervously this way and that. If he didn't come soon she would go home. And if he came, she would go with him somewhere else, if he wanted to see her at all. She'd find out.
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OOC: Sure. And sorry for the fail
He came back slowly, taking a long time, as if he were blind or dead or both. His whole body ached in a dull throb, his joints pianful points with every step, his eyes unfocused, lost, searching for something that was not there. He would sometimes jerk awake, out of this stupor, thinking he'd heard Skoll's voice, but that was all pretense, nonsense for the puppies, not for grown wolves like him. He entered Souls as the sun was setting, his own mind in darkness. Looking around, he tried to think of one place he could go. Nothing sprang to mind. Shadowed Sun was no longer home, Twilight Vale was an unknown land, Inferni would kill him and Dahlia de Mai had her, the one who had claimed him so well. He knew of no other pack. And truly, why would he go there anyway? Skoll would still be dead.
Lubomir had never felt such despair since his family had died. Dead. They were all dead. Frigg and One-Eye and all from the Old Country. And now Skoll. He whimpered slightly and shut his eyes tightly, as if to chase away pain and suffering from his heart. He merely shut it away, the dead expression claiming his features once more. The grey wolf trod on hopelessly. Soon the covers of the Dampwoods claimed him and he paused once more. Go back to Shadowed Sun? No. Nothing more for him there. Perhaps try and go back to the Old Country? The journey would kill him, no doubt. But it would mean a lot more than waiting for death here. He thought of Asphyxia, of how he had treated her after Skoll's death. She had seemed genuinely hurt. Perhaps he ought to apologise. Sighing, he made as if to head towards Inferni when the flash of white caught his eye.
An angel. The angel. Calling his name. He remembered Mew, the softness of her fur, the way she had seemed so fragile on that, their one and only meeting. Lubomir wondered why she would call for him. Was she in trouble? Why so close to Inferni? Did she want to die or something? The thought woke something in him, stirred a beast within. He could not let her die. He shifted, a form he hated but might be required, if nothing else to shoulder the coyotes off her. And then he ran. Before his eyes more horrible images flashed, Mew dead, bleeding, needing him. When he saw her standing there, unharmed, his heart skipped a beat. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her. He also could recall comparing her to the Phoenix girl. Ember. The grey wolf could hardly recall Ember's face, and that both hurt and soothed his heart. Slowly approaching the female he whispered softly, 'Angel. You are here. What is wrong, my beautiful one? Can I soothe your fears and chase the shadows?' His voice sounded hoarse, like it had when Skoll died. But his eyes, which had been dead for so long, now sparkled slightly.
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no fail :o
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He came bolting out of nowhere, his fur so much better for blending than her own. Although his still wasn't dark enough to blend completely, he had a much greater chance than Mew. He looked different in his current form, and she was still uncertain regarding why she'd called him. Why had she? What did she have to say? She'd wanted to call for him, and she was glad he had come, but not she diden't know what to do. besides getting away from this place. Her posture was tense where she stood, arms wrapped around herself. As usually she was naked, in contrast to that trend of clothing that many who preferred the optime form followed. This day she felt truly naked though; she had left her guitar and the little sachel for sheets back in the den. It was this that caused her to protect herself against some invisible threat by shielding herself with her upper arms. There was, however, the very much visible threat from inferni close by, and her fur was on edge. She looked at him, and smiled at his concern. The questions remained unanswered, however, because she didn't know what to say, or why she had done this. She put her hand on his neck, as a greeting, and in lack of knowing what else to do.
Let's leave this place. I don't feel safe.
She'd just shifted into this form, but she wanted to get away from here quickly. She knew it'd drain her energy, but it was needed. Mew was experienced in shifting, but he process still took her a good three-four minutes. All the while her eyes studied the face of the male in front of her, while they slowly became level with his. Without a word she nudged his neck and darted southeast, away from the pressing danger of inferni. The ocean would make her calm.
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OOC: Des left :O What will happen to Mew now?
So beautiful she was. This was his first thought when he saw her, just how beautiful she was. He had forgotten, like everything else in his past since coming to Souls. He could remember now, though, the shape of her when she slept, the way her beautiful fur seemed to flow and ripple. He had thought then that she was made of silk, beautiful silk, and for one painful aching moment he was thought of running his fingers through it but dared not. When she touched him, the feeling flooded back in his heart.
Since Skoll's death he'd felt nothing but disillusionment, a great sorrow that hung over him. He had left them all behind to bring the bad news to those who would understand. That journey, that promise of travelling had nearly made him stay in those lands. But his mind kept wandering back to Asphyxia, to her reaction, to the sorrow she had shown. Lubomir had been struck with curiosity even then, but he had done nothing about it. What was there to do? He had given his word. He remembered staying up to think of his options and trying to choose the rational side. And it seemed that in the end he had chosen with his heart. It pained him to think that Mew had nearly lost her life to Asphyxia and now he was going to seek her out, to find out the full story.
Her touch, though, and her subsequent flight, they put a smile on his face. Here she was, this innocent angel, this small female who liked him with all his darkness. He flashed one small, nearly heartless smile and chased after her, without making an effort to catch this. This was more about fun than anything else. 'Angel,' he called to her, 'my angel, not so quickly. An old wolf like me can't keep up!' He wanted to tell her. Once they found a place where they would be safe, Lubomir wanted to tell her about Skoll dying and his journey and all those other things. He wanted to hold her again and tell her of beautiful things, like poetry. She would like that, maybe. And it would mean he could put his arms around her again, protect her like he dreamed of.
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her pc broke *again* >_< She'll come back eventually I think, I dunno. But they never got further than one unfinished flirtingthread, so nothing happens to Mew I guess. She's in love with Lubo I think anyways  If that's ok 
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Edit: Crap! Posted as the wrong character xD
Shadows of the forest flew past her as she ran southeast, a blurry of white only to be seen as a flash here and there between treetrunks. Her paws made heavy sounds as they met the forest floor, and her breath went rapidly. She had endurance, she could run like this forever. Hours every day she ran, ran to get away from thoughts she didn't understand, and the image of her children dead. Shake the anger away, she wasn't happy when she was angry. The coyote, Laurel, had shown her that, and she was shamed by it. She needed to get happy again, like she had been once. When she had expected to become a mother. And that single night that seemed so long ago. It was odd how they were practicaly strangers to each other, yet Mew would trust him with anything, despite her difficulties trusting anyone. Why hadn't he contacted her, she wondered. Perhaps it didn't matter. Perhaps he was just as much a coward as she was. Though she would never admit that.
Her face sometimes pointed where she had come from, to see whether he was following. He was, but perhaps not at the speed she was keeping up. The fear was gone, and replaced by something else. A strange excitement, a thrill, but she could not say what it was. It was a good thrill, partly from the running, partly because of him, as if it somehow filled her with an unnameable feeling. There was loud music inside her, the energetic strumming of the guitar strings. Green eys that shone in the dark looked back and she heard him call out to her. Such a long time since she'd heard his voice. In her thrill she could not make out all the words, but she caught the meaning. Flurrying legs slowed to a trot, and suddenly she was at his side, grey and white moving side by side. She said nothing, but the repeated gesture of a nudge to the neck would say more. Soon the smell of salty ocean would be in the air, and Mew could relax. But it seemed, she did not need that smell tonight; there was another smell that calmed her, and the source of it was right beside her.
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