I'll be looking after my own world

Soran Aatte · 10-13-2012, 07:41 PM

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Private for Jiva Backdated to the 11th if that's OK?
WC: 706

The breeze was warmer than would be expected for an October day, in fact it was positively balmy, even the sun seemed willing to pretend that it was summer, despite all of the evidence to the contrary. The day was warm, the breeze being more of a comfort blanket rather than a chilling presence today, the sun was high in the sky, reaching its midday peak it seemed and was warming the lands through. The grass was lush and green underfoot as one walked over it, the trees were the one thing that really gave away the Autumnal season, they were bare of most of their leaves, the hurricane having stripped many of the dying or dead ones off on its way past, the leaves that did remain on the trees were fading from the summertime bright green to oranges and russet reds. The brambles and plants that had survived were filled with berries and seeds, somehow still providing the smaller animals with food, something that the wolves should be grateful for, for without the small animals then they could not survive here. Soran smiled slightly as she padded through the lands, the air was thick with birdsong as she walked, a cheerful sound that warmed her spirit slightly, despite the worries that were clouding her mind. She was walking towards a new pack, one that she had noticed on her way to Sangi'lak but had not had time to visit, she had been meaning to visit it for some time, to see what the pack was about, whether they were friend or foe, whether or not New Dawn would be able to call upon them as friends if they needed to. She also had an ulterior motive for visiting the pack of course, she was hoping that Deuce was there, she still had not given up hope that her pale mate was still in the lands. She was sure that she was still alive, but where she could be she did not know. Many possibilities had run through her mind, the idea that Deuce had changed packs, or perhaps she had gone in search of Soran herself, in that case she could be anywhere, so Soran was eliminating each pack in turn before looking for her elsewhere.

And thus the ebony female was on her way to this new pack, well perhaps it was not that new, but the sable lady had been away for a while and so it was new to her. She was curious, but also filled with a ridiculous hope that her alabaster lover might be among the ranks there. She walked tall and proud as she did so, in her Optime form today, something which made her new scars even more obvious, the four parallel lines running from her right shoulder to the lower part of her left ribcage, something which was shocking to those who knew her and had not seen her in a long while. Her mane was tied back today, in a long braid that fell between her shoulder blades, secured with a strip of leather at the very base of it, two feathers had been attached to the left hand side of her mane, in the shorter wisps of her hair, along with two more on the strand of leather that secured her hair, along with some brightly coloured beads. Her appearance was really quite jolly this morning. Despite her mood being slightly downtrodden, there had been little sign of Deuce for a long time, she was concerned about the whereabouts of her mate, of course she was. Her canvas satchel was slung across her chest, it was heavy today as it was filled with books, it bumped against her hip as she strode along, humming to herself as she walked. Soon enough she came across what must have been the borders of this new pack and she stopped. Green eyes scanned the surroundings, there seemed to be no-one in sight, though the lands themselves looked pleasant enough, a smile crossed her lips as she raised her head, tipping it back and calling out loudly in a friendly greeting, making it clear that she was here simply to say hello, that she was no threat whatsoever.

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Jiva Takekuro · 10-18-2012, 04:48 AM

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Word Count :: 273 OOC: sorry about the delay!

Jiva's mind was in a jumble, he didn't know what to do, but he did his best to hide his feelings, many who met him recently could tell there was something wrong, but now he was as though he never had feelings before. His face was a mask of nothing, though he wasn't an angry wolf, he just did not want anyone seeing or knowing he was feeling guilty over something he and Drin should be working out, but he was afraid of losing his mate.

As he walked he heard the howl, in many ways it sounded familiar, yet it sounded so.... different. Curious he hurried to the borders where the howl originated. There stood a woman he had not seen for a long time. Soran, Deuce's mate, though they were no longer mates as Jiva once tried help Deuces' loss of her female companion. Jiva gave the woman a smile, not having any quirrels with her himself, though he did wonder why she was here and that was clear on his face. “Soran, it is good to see you, it has been a while.” He said in a quiet voice looking her over, she seemed whole and well enough and it made him wonder where she went off to that didn't warrant a heads up to her pack, since apparently she was now back in the area. “What are you doing over here?” He asked his eyes on the woman. Right now he did wish he had his mate with him, but it seemed that he would have to work out his own comforts inside his head.

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