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Character Name: Mael Addeins
Character Birthdate (including year): December 7th, 2009
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Ortus
Species: Husky/Wolf mix
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact (e-mail): marinaliz123@gmail.com
Initial post:...
Heavy eyelids opened slowly after so much time closed. A blinding white flash startled unprepared pupils, that ached with the sudden light, fircing the eyelids to blink quickly, small tears blurring the focus of the two blue eyes. The choky sound of seagulls sqwacking, waves breaking and a slow but noisy breathing were normal for the two bleeding ears. The strong scent of salt water and wet dog made the blackish nose sneeze. Two feet felt cold water hitting lightly in their dark pads. The sea breeze blew gently through his wet pelt, making the stiff, sore body shake with the chill. Soon enough, the blue eyes got used with the light, and those could now manage to see... A white sanded beach, an orangeish sky with dark clouds, the breaking waves and seagulls landing next to him, scanning him.
He pushed the limbs next to the chest, in order to pull himself upwards. They rather relucted to obey his commands, by they could still be persuaded to. His brain soon managed to make everything work correctly, and his body was soon up, supported by the two long legs. He placed a hand in the head and other suspended in the air, trying to find the perfect balance. It wasn't that hard, as he had already been in that form.
The young boy hugged himself, when the breeze struck him harder now, another chill and shaking following. He turned the head to where the wind was comming from, as if it had called his name. And a shock. The sunset.
It was an unique view. The sun had made half of it's way behing the watery horizon, colored in a bright yellow. The ocean was orange, as it was the sky, fading from a strong red to a serene mix of yellow and purple. The coulds were a dark gray, the shades of the sea birds supported in the air by the wind completed the amazing beauty of the scenery. It was relaxing, to the point when the husky mix couldn't feel his legs. He fell in his bump, ignoring the light pain -the fall was broken by the sand-, the amusement clear in his face. His child traces were twisted in a mask of wonder, the fallen chin and the half wide eyes astonished.
He was so luckily to be in this world... actually, he was jealous of himself for being so damn lucky to be watching that nature wonder. Now, a brick fell in his head, and it had the shape of an interrogative; how did he got in here, in that right planet? Then, his neurons got into a race to find the answer, seeking in their deeps for forgotten memories... storms, stars, planets, fish, animals, flowers, boats, open sea, sunsets, deserts, water, wells, ropes, snakes... That rush time made him blink, and gave him a strong headache. Then he remembered everything, while he looked around him, looking for his saver, and there it was.
A big buoy was lying near the waves, wich he streched the arm anxious to find it. He remembered slightly of that, but he was looking hor something else... a reddish-brown spot was inside it. A gasp and he sinked the ahdn inside it, and the tips of his fingers found the wet soft cloth. Another gasp, and he formed a fist around it. The young mix pushed it outside, relieved to see it was fine. The soaked fox plushie was fine, although very wet. A smile formed in his face, and he hugged the plushie tightly, now safe in his arms.
His blue eyes lyed again into that sunset, his dreamer mind recalling his story as the sun kept going down, and the night sky started to get more obvious, the stars faded points of light already appearing.
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Svara lay in her wolf form on the cliff over looking the beach. She slept soundly, a light snore easing out of her nose. She hadn't slept well in the past couple of weeks. Weather it was someone waking her up, or she had to much on her mind she hadn't been able to sleep. The constable snored away on the breezy cliff side her paw twitching as if she was having a dream of chasing a rabbit in the woods. It was the obnoxious cry of a sea bird that made her yellow eyes peel open and he teeth bare. Once again she had only slept 20 minutes before something woke her up.
The constable gave the white webbed foot bird and growl about to put her head back on her paws to sleep again when she saw the form on the beach. The little creature was small, and to young to be one of her pack. Bile rose in the she wolfs throat. She couldn't see well from this far away, her one good eye squinting to identify the body. Getting to her paws the tall she wolf turned and started bounding down the rocky side. Svara was able to go down the side with little problems.
Jumping down into the cool sand she loped over to the small body. She ignored anything the pup would say, cause now she knew that it was a pup of maybe five months. Dropping her nose she sniffed him for any scents that might be familiar. Svara could scent nothing she knew. She knew he was hurt, but no sympathy passed ove her. Even a pup knew when to not pass boarders, and if he hadn't crossed theirs he wouldn't have gotten into the situation he was in now. "Why are you here?" Svara asked with a straight face waiting for the boy to answer. It occured to her that this was the age she had been when she came to Dahlia.
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Th sun was only showing a small part of itself, the young mix barely blinking, to enjoy every second of it. Then, the soft sound of paws walking in the rock and in the sand made one of his ears flicker backwards, but then he relaxed. It didn't sound as a puma, a bear, or anything that could harm him. It sounded like another wolf. Of course other wolves wouldn't harm him, because it made no sense, and had no reason for it; he had done nothing wrong.
"Good evening!", he greeted cheerfully, the tone of his childish voice hanging in the silent for a moment, as the other sniffed him. He didn't bother with that. Then, the stranger spoke, the female voice's tone indicated that she was tired and a bit moody. He turned the head to her, an innocent smile in his face. It was a terrible inconvenient feature of his personality, to don't usually answer questions directed to him, but neevr give up of the ones he made. "I'm Mael. What is your name, miss?", he asked simply, and waited for her answer.
He could almost taste the fatigue and the bad humor in her yellow eyes. He also felt the tension, the stress that he couldn't yet find an answer. But that might be because of something bothering her, something she was in charge of that she couldn't handle. It was way too big for her to endure. He looked inside her eyes, while his own half closed, trying to focus, nearing his head form hers. "What is it that troubles you, lady?", he asked innocently, not wishing to anger the wolfess.
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Svara was in a visious mood. The boy was to flippant about the whole thing. He should know better as a wolf not to act thus. The constable didn't think age made you deserve special treatment. The boy would have to answer her before he was spoken to civilized. Baring her teeth she stuck her face into the pups. "Answer the question given to you." Her yellow eyes were narrowed to intimidate. Svara knew the scars on her face only added to the no question look she was giving the boy.
The pup she could see was a husky. He was also foolish not to answer a question presented to him when he was laying on pack territory. Svara's face staied close to the boys awaiting her answer. She was in no mood to fool around with a child. If she decided to keep him here she would give him to Ruri to take care of. The girl would probably like his company. Svara couldn't see giving the whelp to Firefly, and she wasn't taking care of a puppy.
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Mael heard the woman demand an answer. He wanted an answer too, but also knew adults' minds. They would only give something if you give them something. The young boy expected more of a lady, that's for sure. The husky mix frowned lightly at her, but not because of her snarl. Mostly because she didn't answer his own question. "I'm here to see your world. It's wonderful, and you should be proud of being here." he answered simply, honesty -and no rude tone- sounding in every word of his speech. After all, he had come all the way from his tiny little planet to this giant one.
The young hybrid couldn't fully undertand the adults. They were so difficult! Everything was hard for them. A pup don't have much things to worry about, but the adults worry too much... It's hard to follow their mood. One day, they are just fine, relaxed and playful. In the other, they were completely moody and irritated. The way they looked at them was of how could kick them if they said the word "play" ever again. The other day, they were very sad, almost to the point of crying. They were such odd creatures...
"What is your name, miss?", he asked again, a bit louder, but only slightly, to don't anger the female, but enough to show he wasn't going to let go of his question. That was completely against his principles. And he wasn't going to brake them right now, so easily. Yes, he was very persistent.
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"We are so much alike"
OOC:: is it okay that she picks him up by his scruff?
She was gonna eat him. God she hated puppies. She hadn't even liked puppies when she was a puppy. It was like that whole stage of her life had been spent in a small body and nothing more. She remembered her first encounter with Flayra and how useless the whelp had been. This male was getting on her last nerve. A tick formed under the constables bad eye. Just one snap, maybe around the neck, or maybe a paw...
Did he really need a paw? Shaking her head she thought about what Jac would say and tried to hold back the urge. She wasn't that mean...okay that wasn't true but she could control the need to put the little thing in a pot and boil him then serve him as a "French" dish.
Baring her teeth she did snap close to the boys face. "Do you doubt a she wolfs love of her home?" Her husky voice had dropped lower becoming a visious snarl. His question only sent another wave of anger through her. "None of your fucking buisness." She was ready to take a chunk...calm down clam down. The she wolf repeated again and again in her head. She would have to get this over quick or kill the pup. "You better stop asking me so many questions." She said in a deadly tone. "Can you walk or do I have to pick you up?" She said in an irritated voice.
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ooc: Sure, why not ^^ I already made Svara grab him, if you wanna RP her point of view, it's fine XD
Mael felt the shewolf's eyes glitter with anger for him. He was persistent, but wasn't dumb. He knew when to retreat, when to scape from the wrath of an adult. It was weird how some of them took the bad things off their back by being rude or very agressive with others. Such odd creatures they were..., he thought to himself.
She drew the angry face closer to him, but the boy didn't flinch at her sudden closeness. He kept the poker face, her snarl not scring him. "I never said you didn't. I just said your very lucky." The young husky hybrid spoke, an empty voice, but his eyes were full of curiosity. Although her hard shell, the boy knew that there was more in her than meets the eye. Everyone did, and that thrillled him, anxious to fully understand their point of view about life and other things. It always good to know other's thoughts. He never wished to be a mind reader, as it would be no fun at all, to know others thoughts at once.
Her scary tone in her husky voice when she spoke about his questions didn't scare him. Such things never did. Even being innocent, he could -try to- understand the adult's world. He tilted his head, the thin brows getting together in a frown, the blue eyes looked at the reddish woman, confused, but saied nothing.
She asked if he could walk, but he was fine. It thrilled him even more, but still saied nothing, knowing that another question would only anger her even more. His grasp around the fox plushie grew tighter as he imaginated why would he need to be picked up. " I guess I-" But he couldn't finish. She already had him on her jaw, holding him by his cruff. It didn't ache at all, but it rather annoying. He opened the mouth to ask why she did that all of a sudden, but he then closed it, remembering of her dislike of his questions. Holding a question -three, actually- was completely not him, but he wasn't willing to lose a limb or a tail by his persistence for answers. But one he felt the complete need to know. "Will I ever know your name, miss?" He asked, trying it not sound a very demanding question, although it was. He tried to look at her golden eyes. If he didn't get an answer, he'd get it later. After all, she already knew his name. He should know hers.
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"We are so much alike"
OOC:: okay ;D
Before the pup could answer weather he could stand the healer had him in her maw by the scruff. He wasn't to heavy for the she wolf as she started walking towards her house. Why was she even taking the whelp? She hated puppies. When he again insisted what her name was she grumbled through his scruff. Now was not the time to tell him who she was, not that she could without dropping him. All the way to the house she questioned herself. What was making her take the pup? Was it because it was her duty to the pack? Most likely because she had no sympathy for the little creature. Only her own offspring would have her love.
At the house Svara jumped onto the porch and pushed open the door. Walking in she dropped the four legged little bundle on the couch. Jumping up on the couch as well she laied down and stretched her wolf legs out. Still deprived of sleep she was exhausted. Narrowed yellow eyes looked at the small boy. "My name is Svara. Stop asking so many fucking questions, GOD!" The red she wolf said dramaticly already ignoring him as she laied her head on her paws and started to sleep. She really wasn't in the mood for this shit.
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Firefly surely wasn't good at respecting Svara's privacy, it came from moons of the girl doing the same to her at a younger age. She'd been looking for the young leader for a while and when she'd finally tracked her scent she found something peculiar about it and was rather intrigued. Loping off towards the cabin she grinned, wondering just what Svara was up to now as she let a soft chuckle rise from her throat. She didn't know how the girl felt about the actual duties she had been given but she found amusement at Jac having promoted Svara to a leadership role, she knew once the girl evened out a little she would be able to uphold her rank perfectly, she just had some growing to do.
When Firefly arrived at the cabin and pushed her way in she grinned as she spied Svara, her eyes suddenly catching sight of the small runt as she raised a brow and asked. "Are you gonna eat it?" She knew the younger woman wouldn't do that, but she also know how Svara disdained the young, even when she was little she had no need for those her own age. Firefly leapt up onto the couch next to the runt and smiled down at him. "I'm not certain if there's enough here for even a mouthful.."
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ooc: lol Mael between two cannibals! help!
Mael didn't held his gaze to the reddish wolfess' face, knowing it was rather annoying. Instead, he locked his blue gaze at the sun, that was now almost vanished, a last trace of the strong orange that faded to a yellow and to a purple as the night's dark cloak covered the sky, crowed by the glowing stars. The stars blinked to him, and he smiled, knowing one of them held his little planet and, in it, his rose, that was waiting for him. It made his smile fade into an ashamed face. He shouldn't have left his rose so alone up there. That felt wrong, and he couldn't feel worse.
Soonly, the woods surrounded them, but cloudy thoughts blindeed him of the amazing beauty of the tender forest around the two wolves. Later, his thoughts were erased as his dilated pupils capted the image of a small house, which he supposed it was the female's destiny. She entered and threw him in the couch, but he didn't feel pain, but felt the smooth cloth and smiled, rubbing his cheeck in it, eyes shut in delight, and one of his ears flickered toward the woman's voice. "Svara? Hmm... That's a beautiful name!". He half opened them, and saw that they weren't alone. Near them, there was a yellowish/tan/whatever coloured female that looked at him with weird eyes.
Her phrase got him on short, his ears straight up in awareness. What?!, he thought, confused and deadly astonished. Were they cannibals or something like that? No. He looked at his eyes and saw it was rather a joke, but he could see she wasn't much of a gentle femme as well. She neared, her muzzle almost touching his, and he flinched, ears flat in his skull, tail shaking between his legs, lowering his head to her, scared wet eyes stared inside her somewhat hard green ones, afraid for his terribly short life. Her smile was sweet, but it somehow made her even more spooky. The husky mix swallowed air and said nothing but a faint ..."Svara?", not able to stretch a paw to tap her tail, appealing for her attention, but not sure if he should annoy her more than what he had already. As it seems, his questions seemed to bother her, and he felt like he had made enough question for her that day. He just kept frozen there, like a bird locked by a snake's eyes.
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