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She was growing quickly, but it looked as if the young girl would only reach a medium size. She wasn't large for a pup of her age, but wasn't small either--she was quite average. Her size was probably the only thing about her that could be described in that way, average, though; the pup had a vivacious and very curious personality. Addison did look a little funny now in her puppy stage, her coat a mixture of browns, creams, and blacks that would later turn to a dark, dusky brown as she got older and she had eyes that were mismatched. One blue, and one gold.
It was mid-morning, and clouds covered up most of the sky above. She had been stalking the grounds of Phoenix Valley ever since dawn, looking for more squirrels or birds that she could catch. She'd been practicing ever since her lesson with Jefferson, and had been getting better and better at it. Each time that she did catch something, though, she always released it like he had taught her. The male hadn't wanted to show her the actual killing process back then, because she'd still been rather young, and now she had it fixed in her head that she should release the prey after she finally caught it.
Today she had her eye on a little gopher. The thing had been practically taunting the young female, running from hole to hole, and she was growing frustrated with it. Every time she got close enough to pounce it saw her, and ran into the hole before she could wrap her teeth or paws around it. Addison growled and frowned as it disappeared once more, looking down into the hole. Maybe she would dig it out! She started working at the top of the hole, small paws working hard at removing the dirt. She worked at it for a little while before she saw it, a little shape out of the corner of her eye. It was him! With another growl she took off after the animal, white tipped tail a blur as she ran.
It was then that it happened, the sudden snapping sound. For a few seconds she didn't know what was happening, only that she wasn't moving any more. Then the pain came, a harsh pounding in her paw. She lay on the ground, panting, stopped by the thing that had made the snapping sound. It was an old, rusted hunter's trap that had been left there for the purpose of catching animals for the humans to eat or sell, and it had its teeth dug almost completely through her little paw. There wasn't much blood, as the metal was providing adequate pressure, but the pain was immeasurable. She let out a cry, a loud howl. What was happening?! What was this thing that had caught her? Why was it hurting her?!
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The dark pelted woman had been making her way through the packlands studying the layout of the lands while she was adjusting to this whole new world she'd thrown herself into. Her brothers were quite upset at the risk she'd taken in placing herself so near to the monster they had set out to kill but in her eyes she'd done nothing wrong, infact she believed that what she could learn would aide them in the future.
Today though she'd just decided to explore the lands and see who else was out in the miles of country. She figured that there were plenty of packmates about but she hadn't ran into any since the bitchy french woman had appeared and Jefferson had quickly shooed her away as he'd allowed Miriette to stay in the pack. She thought she'd done rather well in playing her hand, though she knew that her issues in the language were a problem. She scowled at her reflection in a puddle of water as she pasted buy, not liking to remind herself of her mistakes and faults, but realizing that it was better to know them atleast.
While she was taking a minute to glare at herself a very high pitched voice caught her attention. She almost startled as the wail cut through the air. She pinned her ears back, nervous as to what in the hell was going on that another soul was making that sound. She raised her head up and glanced around, looking to see if there were any packmates around before she darted off after the voice, hoping that she wasn't about to catch herself in a dangerous situation.
Upon approaching the area where the voice had came from Miriette called out, "Ello?" as she glanced around wide eyed. She wasn't looking to pick a fight with anyone just yet and she wanted to keep low in the pack, but something was seriously wrong for someone to call out like that she thought.
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The red she wolf found herself walking onto lands that she didn't know. These lands were pack lands, but it didn't matter to her in the least. She had come looking for and herb that she hadn't been able to find anywhere esle. Svara swore the scent of it was in the air. Stretching she yawned and popped her spine back into a comfortable posistion. Her staff was in her right hand, she wasn't leaning on the aid. Today she didn't need to. Tilting her head back to pop two pills into her mouth. She had been using the pain killers to relieve the head aches that her good eye caused her. With out the eye it made her job next to impossible, so she took the pills.
The red she wolf kept walking a basket in her other hand filled with herbs of all types. She was only hopful that she would find what she was looking for. The healer was far from worried about confrontation. Her one good eye scanned her blurred surroundings the scent of hawthorn was strong in the air. Smirking she kept walking intent on her task. Thoughts about firefly and Leroy raced through her head. What would they do? Would they keep living together as a family unit? What about Ruri? Would she soon become another part of this small family they had built?
It was the strong scent of other wolves that alerted her, but she was already in their range of vision when she caught the scent. The blurred image of a grown women of black, and a smaller pup maybe of 7 or 8 months. Svara made no move to them, just stood and waited for one of them to speak. It was probably going to be anything but pleasant. Starring at them with narrowed scarred yellow eyes Svara just waited.
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The D'angelo girl didn't know what to do with herself now; the pain was so bad that she felt like she was going to pass out. Or throw up. Maybe both. It radiated out from her paw all the way up her leg, becoming more intense whenever she tried to move or pull the paw away from the trap. It looked like tugging on it wasn't going to help at all. Addison lay down on the ground, eyeing the trap with tear-filled eyes. It made her angry more than anything, that she couldn't get her paw out of it. It hurt so so much.
She was just about to admit defeat and lay her head down when she heard something, a rustling from the surrounding brush and a soft voice. An unknown wolf emerged, a dark female much bigger than the half-grown pup. She thought to growl, or act defensive, but a glance toward the trap and her crunched paw changed her mind. She couldn't get anywhere and was stuck here. She was at the mercy of this wolf, whoever she was. "Help me? Help?" She breathed, her voice strained.
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Mirette turned her gaze towards the sound of another approaching as she came to a stop before the small girl. She realized now just what wass wrong and she gasped as she cried out. "Oh my.." Where in the hell the trap had come wrong she had no clue but she was now stuck trying to figure out how to help the little girl. She threw herself down at the child's paws as she tried to pry at the metal that was clinging so steadfast to her poor little paw. She could just get the trap open a little bit but it didn't seem like enough.
She cast her gaze upon the stranger as she spat out. "You just stands ere! Help!" She had yet to notice the horrible scars that cast across the woman's face, she didn't care either. The little girl was stuck and she couldn't free her on her own. She needed some kind of stick or something strong that was larger than the little girl's paw to lock in the steel teeth of the trap. "Finds a stick!" her heavy accent cutting through as she worried at the jaws of the trap again, trying to pull it further apart to atleast get the pressure off the poor child's paw.
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Svara looked down at the struggling girls paw and saw what made her breath swoosh from her lungs. Why was there a trap in pack terratory? The other she wolf was as shocked as she was. Watching he female try to pull the trap open franticlly Svara growled low and threatening. The women was stupid to be so paniced. Moving to the where the child was she grabbed the womens wrist tightly and looked her in the eyes. "Calm down or move aside." Was all she said as she shoved the females hasty hands off the trap.
Looking at the pup and then back at the trap she was happy to find it was the same type of metal one she had gotten stuck in as a pup, thankfully she hadn't gotten so stuck. "Relax your leg as best you can, the less muscles your using the less damage to them." The healer said roughly to the girl. Looking at the sides of the metal frame, Svara found what she was looking for, on each side of the trap was metal bars that could be pushed in and would release the trap.
With all her strength she pushed the metal sides and the trap creaked almost releasing enough, but not for the pup to get out. Looking at Miriette Svara growled. "Now help me set the release." Once the women did then Svara would be able to veiw the damage in the pups paw, until then it was just mangled flesh.
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.......Hey Syd--just a reminder about Powerplay. You can't say that Svara grabbed Miriette's wrists. You can say that Svara reached for her wrists, or attempted to grab them, but not that she actually grabbed them. Please edit that part.
There was a lot of talking, but Addison was beyond all of it. The world was spinning; she didn't know it, but her body was going through a lot of shock. She had never been hurt before in her life...just sick. And Jefferson had always been there to help her when she had been ill. He had always been there. So where was he now? That thought made her come to life a little bit and she looked around, blue and gold eyes frantic. "Daddyyyyyyy! Daddyyy!!"
Where could he be?! He was supposed to protect her, not these strangers. She wanted him, and she wanted him right now. "Daaddd...Daddyyyy" She cried, trying to struggle once more.
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He had the keen ears of a parent.
Through training, of course. It seemed to be a stroke of luck that he was within earshot of piercing cries, of which he immediately recognized and went bounding towards. Well-trained, powerful legs sent him at a surprising speed over the grass: fangs bared, open hand unleashing poised daggers, and a terrible scowl on his face. He arrived hardly a moment's notice later, eye scanning over the situation in a flash: Miriette was recognized, but quickly disregarded. The other woman, of course, he sent the most piercing of stares due to the lack of recognition, but such a glare was quickly restrained and withdrawn when he analyzed her position in trying to help. She had called upon the dark-furred woman to help, but there was no need. Jefferson dived forward and brutishly thrashed the trap into a release position. The sling that restrained his bad arm was suddenly disregarded: the cyclops seized the trap with both hands, ripping the metal jaws apart despite the onslaught of thunderous pain from his bad arm that internally tore his mind apart.
It had all been done in one, quick motion; Jefferson finally scooped up the child in his arms, ignoring the biting pain, and analyzed the torn skin and flesh that the metal beast had captured. He cursed multiple times beneath his breath before pulling his sling from his arm and quickly wrapping it around the child's wound as he had done once before in the past. He muttered calming words to the child, comforting her with his touch and natural tenderness with her. Ignoring the unknown stranger that had assisted him, he sent a terrible, distrusting glare at the dark-furred packmate he was ashamed to know. "How the hell did this trap get here?!" He shouted, scars and eye wrinkling from the terrible, accusing grimace he sent her.
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Everything seemed to come crashing down at once as Svara pushed her hands out of the way and took over. Miriette had been about to protest as suddenly the child let out with screaming howls. She took a step back from the trap and the other woman as the sounds of another crashing through the brush met her ears. She whirled around and found herself face to face with her father once more. He made certain that she had no help in saving the small child as he wrenched the trap apart and hastily wrapped her paw in his sling. Anger bubbled up as he seemed to accuse her off the child's distress. "How I know!" she said as she threw her arms up in disgust and abandoned Svara there with the trap alone.
She glared over at the leader and her father as she growled. "You're idiot!" She gestured in disgust at how he'd so quickly covered her paw instead of examining the wound. "That doesn't make better! Needs attention!" She knew that a child healed better than an adult but he was suppose to be their leader, he was suppose to be smart and know how to handle situations like this.
Her silvery grey eyes, the eyes of her grandmother narrowed as she watched him so tenderly handle the child. "You lied." She said accusingly. He'd told them he had no children, yet here was a child that clearly believed him her father. Had he lied just to make them leave, did he really want nothing to do with them.
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The child started to scream. Of course she did. The red she wolf ground her teeth as her sensitive ears laied flat on her skull. She couldn't get angry at the scarred child, but it was hard to concentrate under the shouting for her parent figure. Of course the call was good for Svara in the end. A male burst through the foliage and was suddenly there helping her pull the trap open. The moment the trap was open the male had the girl in his arms. Svara didn't like the ignorance of the males actions, but he was also protecting his child, so she would give him a moment before demanding him to put the girl down.
All to soon he had his eye on the other female, and was growling at her. Svara didn't do anything as he went to let his anger out on what was probably a lowly member of the pack. To bad the girl didn't have time for the two to duel it out. Standing the red she wolf was quick to notice that the male had only one eye like she did, it made her feel a little better in the situation. Her mind was working and ideas were forming and she knew this was a good time to make friends.
"Ignore the useless, you need to put the girl down so I can fix her wound, or she will be as crippled as you." Svara said in her husky voice her eye already trying to look for the injured appendage on the little girl. She had come here in search of more herbs, and now she was here to help the child. Weather the male would snap at her or not Svara wasn't sure, not that she really cared. If he was so stupid as to scoff at her help, then she would just leave and let them all suffer. The pack probably had a healer anyways.
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She felt like she was going to pass out or throw up, and she didn't know which one was going to come first. She hoped that the passing out would. The crazed, injured whelp whipped her head about, looking at the adults that were gathered around her. They were trying to help, but she was so afraid. She didn't know what else to do other than call for Jefferson. He always made her feel better, no matter what was happening, and she knew that he would help her. He was always there.
Then he was there. He got the trap off of her foot and an all new kind of pain came then, a great pounding that seemed to travel all the way up to her small head. She was so glad to see him, and felt such relief, though, through it all. She gave him a bright smile. It was only a few more moments before her body gave into the shock, though, as blood began to pool and drip into the sling that he had wrapped around her paw now that the pressure had been removed, and she passed out.
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As he'd expected, the pup very quickly calmed when the cradle of his arms came to her, and she was soon passed out from blood loss. Heaving a sigh, the Patriarch turned a piercing eye on them both, at first wholly ignoring their bites and complaints altogether. "You idiots," he hissed, those his voice broke. "A parent's job had to be done." It was true: trying to fix a screaming, helpless child wailing for her father would have been a nightmare. Now that she'd been calmed, however, preparations would go far more smoothly. The scarred male held a distrusting, though sympathetic eye on Miriette, as if silently, politely requesting some sort of temporary forgiveness. There was no time for distemper and family feuds now.
He dropped to his knee and slowly, tenderly laid the pup to the ground in his good arm, then looked assertively at the stranger and nodded his head. "Do what you must," he said simply, masking the heartbreak at seeing a child -- his child? -- in such grueling pain. The man dropped his eye back to Addison and sighed, clearly awaiting some sort of direction from the two women who declared their knowledge on medicine and the healing arts to be better than his.
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She couldn't stand it as Jefferson just let the words cut in even more, cruelly pointing out that they couldn't help the little girl because it was something only a parent could do. The tears bit at her eyes as she bitterly spoke. "I wouldn't know, what a father's job is.." Her silvery orbs never leaving Jefferson's face as the verbal slap took it's toll on her. She didn't care anymore about helping the child or the foul mouthed woman who'd thrust her aside. Jefferson had once again pushed her far away when she'd only wanted to try and know the man they'd never had the chance to.
She dashed the tears away with her arm as she whipped around, preparing to leave the bunch behind. If he didn't want her in his life then she'd stay as far away as she could. She wasn't going to leave the pack but it was more than clear to the young lady with the midnight pelt that she was little more than worthless in her father's eyes. She didn't know what she'd have to do to get him to let her in but instead she just felt farther and farther away. The tears had already started and she knew that she couldn't stop them, instead of trying she just took off, leaving the mess behind her, knowing that they wouldn't care one way or another if she stayed or was never there.
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"She's a wild heart"
Svara snorted at the males words. What was it with parents that they had to freak out before they gave over to their senses? She wouldn't know she didn't have kids, and didn't really want them. Whinny and dirty all of them were. Crossing her arms over her chest the firey women waited with impatence. She didn't like to have to wait for anything. Ecpessially when it was a wolf who needed to be fixed. Not that she carred about the wellfare of strangers, she only carred about her acomplishments. What did it matter why she did what she did?
The moment he put the unconcious girl on the ground Svara went about attending to her. Letting her bag slide down her shoulder she dug around for a few moments before pulling out herbs, one needle, some thread and alchohal. Looking to the male she narrowed her eyes to make sure he understood she had no intention of him getting mad at her. The last thing Svara wanted was an angry father ripping into her because his little whelp started screaming. Looking to the girl Svara put her fingers to her neck and pressed to feel the beat of her heart. It was a good healthy pace, making her feel a little less anxious. Pulling the cork out of the alchohal with her teeth she poured some onto the wound, knowing if the girl had been awake it would hurt like a bitch.
Svara had almost forgotten the other female, but she caught the exchange between the she wolf and the male. Something about the way she acted said she was missing out on something. The healer saw tears come into the she wolfs eyes, not that she really carred. The last thing the red she wolf needed was another cry baby at the moment. Corking the alcohal again she took the paw in her hand and felt around for broken bones. The paw was relatively okay, but the skin was mangled. Picking up the witch hazel Svara put the herb in her mouth and started chewing before spitting it out into her hand. Since she didn't have anything to grind the herb up with that would have to do. Putting the salve onto the shredded skin she went for the needle and thread and started to weave it in and out of the skin. This was quick work before the little snot woke up and started screaming in pain.
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