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OOC: Set in Ila Harbor 300+
The grey wolf stood stoically by the water's edge. Everything around seemed so calm, he could hardly tell that the pack had grown so much. Every time he seemed to walk around Wolfville he would spot another unfamiliar face. It made him wonder, almost, exactly what kind of responsibilities he was going to hold in the pack if he couldn't even tell who his packmates were. Sighing, Lubomir tried to take his mind off such annoying things. Not because he couldn't deal with them, not really. More it was a choice of not losing his sanity. He could feel the need in his blood again, the desire to run and hide as far away as possible. Somewhere cold and dead, with no sound and colour, where he could lose himself into the earth. It was not a desire to die, because he would not want to make Mew grieve. It was not because he could not handle being in Dahlia. It was, simply, a melancholy of sorts, something akin to wanting to escape to some far away island and live the dream. Exactly what dream that was he couldn't be sure.
Ever since meeting Catharsis, Lubomir had started thinking about pups. He wasn't ready to breach the subject yet, partly because his mate might not feel the same, and partly because he wasn't sure he actually wanted some of his own. He could do very well as an uncle, a reclusive sort of figure who chased them around and made them laugh, only to hide away in his den when they became too noisy, but were those good traits in a father? He couldn't imagine leaving Mew to raise the pups alone unless he wanted to be banished. Besides, his own conscience wouldn't allow him to make such a dirty move. Still, he wasn't entirely sure if this was the way forward. He was hiding this from her and sooner or later his own heart would make him blurt it out at just the wrong time.
Looking out over the bay and the setting sun, Lubomir had to wonder: love was meant to be something natural, children were a product of love. So why was it so damn hard to let go of all inhibitions and speak his mind?
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The salty atmosphere of the ocean, it was now a recognizable scent to her miniscule snout. Before coming to Dahlia, Catalyst couldn't even recall any times previously where she was able to gaze out into the endless ocean, bask and absorb in the different air that the coastal territories held. It was either she was just too young yet to realize, or all of it was already a distant memory, just like her mother was becoming to her. Mother, the word resonated in her mind one too many times on a daily basis, it certainly wasn't healthy for herself at this point. Perhaps it was natural for a young pup to long for their mother's comfort and security, but her mother didn't provide any of the such, and only brought confusion, anxiety, and most of all a longing miss in her soul.
As much as Catalyst was hurt and confused by her mother abandoning herself and her siblings, she tried as best as she could in her little mind not to think about it. Besides, Miss Cercelee was doing a wonderful job as guardian, as well as Slay (even while Catalyst was cautious of adult male figures in general, she had to admit that she was slightly warming up to him). Life was seriously great at this point, so why even let matters of the past ruin what she had now? Easier said than done, certainly.
For some reason, Catalyst wasn't feeling well today. There was an urging need to escape the stuffy confines of the church in Wolfville, and get out to where fresh air was plentiful. Still, Catalyst felt a twisting, strange urge inside of her to evolve. Unknowingly to her, it was the process of her Luperci genes beginning its procedure of shifting into more advanced forms. Mother nor anyone else had keyed her in on such a trait yet, so this feeling of what felt like a pit of grinding in her stomach was intolerable at first. She could feel herself growing warm underneath her pelt, something in her small body trying to change. As she walked closer to the shoreline (and unknowingly to another's presence), she felt light headed. The world began to spin for her, and with stumbling steps, the poor girl almost toppled over right into the harbor. Luckily she caught herself in time, but there was a strong need to relieve her stomach of its contents, and couldn't help but bend over herself to try and force it from her.
Oh, this sickness, it was the worst felt yet.
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OOC. >_< I'm so sorry! 400+
He stood there unmoving and unblinking, thinking of the way things were going. A brief movement at the edge of his vision caught his attention and the grey male turned curiously. He doubted that an intruder would have made it this far into the packlands. Why and how should they? He doubted Cwmfen would sit idly by and then there were others to think of, as well. He would die fighting to protect his home. However, this did not seem the case, as the intruder was too small to pose real threat: it was a puppy. His immediate reaction was to bolt and make sure the poor thing was okay, but he then recalled Haku and Firefly's puppies, missing and now found and safe again. If Haku was around, trying to teach his son a lesson or something, he could get into trouble.
Lubomir hovered uncertainly for a while, his tail half-way tucked between his legs, waiting. No help seemed to come and the pup was in pain. That much he could see from here and the longer he lingered the more he could get into trouble lately. Ever since Simon, Lubomir had found that the years away from puppies had not hardened his heart. He could still easily look at a pup and decide he liked it, or not, depending on the case. He loved seeing their little faces light up when they saw him, loved having them chase him around over and over again. He loved ever single moment of it, every little whim and joke. But to see them frightened or in pain, hiding away, oh how it tore at his heart. He'd promised himself never to let himself fall and waver. Yet here he was, wavering. The grey wolf felt himself grow strong with determination. He would not fail.
"Child, are you okay? Little one, answer!" His voice rang clear in the night, startling a few crabs by the shore. He kept on running, kept on trying, his body responding to the charge until he was by the pup's side. He skidded to a halt and gently nudged the body, noticing the vomit lying around it. Oh no. He'd done this before with his nieces and nephews. His jaws gently picked the pup up and he moved some way from the mess before gently laying the pup down. "You're safe here, little one. I'm Lubomir, what's your name?" The male kept hovering uncertainly, knowing that he would call for someone if things got worse.
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I just returned from absence, so it's alright. ^^ 300+
There was something of a horrible twisting and grinding force within her, Catalyst couldn't simply put her paw on it at first. It was unlike any pain experienced in her life, and the ivory puppy was scared to death about what was happening with her body. Did she eat a really bad rabbit for lunch this time around? Was there a virus caught? Was she just sea sick, perhaps? Catalyst didn't know, but what she did know was that she wanted this incessant agony to stop right now. There was faint calling in the distance, but her worries brought her senses elsewhere at the moment.
It was then something of a graceful form swept her right up in its jaws; Catalyst unable to really comprehend or put up a fight as to where she was going or who was trying to grasp her by the scruff. Instead, she swallowed hard, and limply let her captive whisk her away from her pile of upturned food and stomach contents. Perhaps this was the monster puppy eater, seizing her in her most vulnerable moment of sickness.
Granted that the occasion would be a little more fearful than how she was taking it at the moment, it wasn't long before her paws were set gently upon firm ground again. Looking up was an adult that was grayed, with yellow eyes and inquiring with serious concern upon herself. Catalyst swallowed again, feeling a bad taste in her mouth, and a sparking passion of that grinding felt within her. She cringed, shaking out her name from her stuttering maw. "C-Catalyst." She was usually prone to addressing her full name, but at this moment, she couldn't from the inner torture consuming every fiber of her body within. "S-Somethin's wrong, L-Lubomir... I... I feel like i'm... rippin' apart..." Her dual eyes looked up to Lubomir pleadingly, feeling like she was going to cry. She had no idea what was going on or about to happen.
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OOC: And I delay once more, of course D: 400+
Oh gods, oh gods, what could he do? What the hell was he going to do? Lubomir shivered once, the fear strong on his fur. He thought of calling for someone, Cercelee or Mew, someone who could clearly deal with this much better than he. But... but if he ever wanted to be a good father, if he ever thought that puppies would be a walk in the park, he was in a for a rude awakening. Sure, he'd had some experience with his nieces and nephews, but nothing to this extent. He had been there for the comic relief, to make them laugh while their parents got some hard-earned rest. He had never had any of them turn sick like this. He feared the pup would die.
Catalyst. The name stuttered out of her, but at least Lubomir had something to call her by now. "No, no don't be scared, Catalyst, uncle Lubomir will take care of you."
It was stupid to call himself that, but here he was, falling right back into the old routine, the known name and the chosen role. Here he was, assuming kinship to the little white wolf, assuming that she would respond positively to this intrusion. Well, there was little to be done now but keep on improvising, making sure she was at least somewhat comfortable. It was only when her eyes met his, when he could see the pain and fear within and hear the words she spoke, that some kind of awareness entered the old wolf's mind. And with it came a new wave of fear.
"Catalyst. Little one, I need you to tell me one thing: have you ever shifted before? Have you ever gone from four legs to two?"
The thought had an ominous feel to it. He'd spent time with the puppies of the Old Country, but he had never helped them shift. His last, failed, attempt had been Ember, such a long time ago. "You have to overcome the pain, Catalyst. You're growing up, shifting. I know how much it hurts. Listen to my voice. Concentrate on the form you will have. Think of yourself as two-legged, tall, graceful, oh so beautiful. The pain is a fence to jump. It will hurt now and never again."
That last statement might have been a lie, but he wasn't sure he could bear hurting her more than needed. For now, he wanted her to listen, he'd focus on the details later.
And while he wanted so desperately to call for the leader or his beloved, Lubomir knew that the best thing right now would be to keep people away from Catalyst. If things got too much, he could call.
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