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She had made an effort in collecting a variety of red and pink into a delicate flower bouquet. Wild roses in those beautiful blushing colours, they were so beautiful. The Aston girl was far from certain of what were Cambreeah’s favourite colours, but Noir’s own was pink, and therefore that colour could not possibly fail to make other people happy. It was just the way the cookie crumbled. The young girl had not often stepped outside of Aniwaya borders. Nothing good had ever come out of it.. First a Brennt had tried to eat her and then a stupid bird had come along and made her cranky. Yes, speaking of Kinigisdi. The relationship between the blonde girl and her spirit guide was not one that would be expected, especially not from an open and warm soul such as the Aston child. Noir saw herself as an open minded person with a lot of love to give to everyone, but for some reason she did not feel much joy about her newest companion. She loved birds, and Kinigisdi has taken the form of a brilliantly coloured bluebird. Sometimes the spirit guide sung for her, and it truly rang beautifully in the wolf’s lightly hued ears. It was just that Noir was not good being put into place. She did not want that awareness that her spirit guide offered her. She wanted to be herself fully and reject all burdens and worries that wanted to find a place on her shoulders.
Nevertheless, here she was and the girl was almost fifty percent certain of where she was. The marked borders however made the percentage race upwards, and the girl wagged her rich tail contently while puffing her chest forward, obviously very proud of her tracking skills. She had never been to Crimsons Dreams before. The golden eyed girl cocked her head when her paws brought her over the borders, her face rotating slowly to keep her gaze on the borders. She had the kind of feeling that there was something she was supposed to do. Or perhaps something she shouldn’t do. It was very confusing, but the overall feeling of that something was wrong could not get out of her system. Baby Duck was stuck inside his box at home, check. Kinigisdi was nowhere to be seen (hurray), check. The large flower bouquet was still in her mouth, check. No, it had to be her imagination. The girl continued deeper into the territory, and soon realized that she did not actually know how to find the butterfly puppy. There was always the option of calling out for Cambreeah, but the flowers would not be a super surprise if Cambreeah knew that Noir was coming with flowers! Things had to be so hard!
The tan girl had no issues with the difficulty finding Cambreeah. There were so many new smells and things, so the girl quickly forgot why she was here and what she was carrying. The young Aniwaya child had set out in the early morning hours, so the day had barely begun, so there was no time rush at all.
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Ares had gotten very good at sectioning off his worries and self-doubt. Well, this was true at least for those that pertained particularly towards his goals of revenge and saving his sister (or more specifically, his inaction regarding these issues). Sometimes he would dwell on these problems, and just sulk around the edges of the pack lands, avoiding any and all company because he certainly did not deserve any of the friendliness his lovely pack-mates were nigh-sure to lavish on him. He had acquired a notebook and a mechanical pencil, trying his hand at expressing his self-loathing in words. The scribbles he came up with were typical emo garbage about the blackness of his soul, etc, etc, but if anyone dared to say anything of that sort they would feel the flame of his temper. Ares was secretly incredibly proud of his clever turns of phrase.
But today, and many days recently, he had been able to completely bury his issues. He liked to think of it as a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde situation, although it wasn't anywhere near as drastic as a split personality. He did have two names, though - Ares the Basic Officer, the lowly ranked but highly valued member of Crimson Dreams, with a handful of people that might even count as friends. Conor for sure, since they had made it specific, but probably also Mati and maybe even Jaz or Savina. And then Buttface, the abused child, curled up in a fetal position, nursing his wounds and plotting in a dark corner of his soul. Ares' active imagination twisted the situation into something far more dramatic and novel-worthy than it really was, of course.
The heady scent of flowers, wild roses, plucked Ares' attention as he meandered, lazily following the scent of a squirrel to practice his well-honed tracking abilities. As far as he knew, there weren't many flowers nearby, so they must be moving and thus must be carried. A further examination confirmed his theory, and he padded off happily in the direction the wind retrieved them from. This promised to be more interesting than some squirrel. He wasn't even that hungry; he had caught a rabbit and two mice this morning, and was following the scent more to pass the time. A young blonde girl appeared to be their bearer. She was very pretty, especially with the scent of the roses hanging heavy on her own. Ares misjudged her age, thinking her closer to his own than she really was, as he still hadn't realized that he was actually smaller than your average wolf. "Pretty flowers! Who they for?" He called out brightly.
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It made her slightly proud to notice that this place apparently did not seem to have lots of wonderful flower fields. Noir wanted to be lucky and have the prettiest flowers in the world, but this thought made her feel slightly bad. Actually she hoped Cambreeah had lots of shiny and pretty flowers everywhere. The Aston girl did not necessarily have to own the pretty things she encountered in this world. No, she just wanted to watch, smell and feel them. One could not touch the flowers too much though, because it hurt them. Her mood was swirling with bright colours, gaining the main nutrition from the delicious flower perfume from her pretty bouquet. Was not this more giving than running around and killing cute animals like her siblings did now? Noir did not understand what was so amazing about it, unable to fully grasp that her beliefs could have been crucial if she had not been surrounded by such a loving family that still provided her with meals regularly and unconditionally. Noir Aston had yet to even attempt to take down a small game. She had never killed another animal.
Suddenly she saw another wolf coming towards her, but that was definitely not Cambreeah. As always a quick flash of fear struck her before vanishing straight after. The puppy eater was dead. Dawali had said so and Dawali never ever lied, especially not to her because he was only nice and honest to her. The boy seemed drained for colour in his fur, but his eyes were similar to hers; a beautiful golden hue inspired by sun and gold. Noir had met two adult males from outside of Aniwaya, but she had never encountered a teenager. There were few months in difference between the two, and the boy was only slightly larger than Attila, so she too misjudged when she considered his age. Cambreeah was very much smaller, so the blonde girl doubted it was one of the brown butterfly puppy’s brothers. How was she supposed to react? She decided to stop up and look some more at him. He did not look dangerous either. He looked friendly.
He said that he thought her flowers were pretty. If Noir’s gaze had not been already warm enough before, her gaze bloomed with warmth at the gray boy. Noir lowered the pink and red flower bouquet to the forest floor before her face rose again to look at him with open curiosity. Already a smile was spreading across her delicate lips. He made her want to smile for some reason she could not truly identify. ”Hello I am Noir.” She had not seen such coloration before. Mommy Tayui was white and Ember was black, but this boy had gray and black. She believed he could look pretty with pink. They had been for Cambreeah, but the blonde girl was quickly forgetting about her original purpose for being here. She could always find Cam later and stay and find out who this boy was first! Find out if he fitted pink and red. ”They are for you if you like flowers because I have lots. I can put them in your hair and make you even prettier!” That made her wonder; would she too look pretty with pink flowers in her hair? She wished she could shift and find out!
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i suck! plz forgive  (. 411 words
The blonde girl set the flowers down, which made sense if she was going to actually respond to his question. She introduced herself, and he noted her name. Noir. Interesting combination of sounds, though he still had some sort of vague misinformed notion that names would match their carrier. After her rushed, excited speech about the flowers, Ares wondered if Noir meant something along the lines of "highly excitable super happy fun girl." If he wasn't already feeling pretty happy, he was completely sure that her good cheer would have been too contagious to resist transforming his mood into something similar. "Your name is pretty, too. Does it mean anything in particular?"
Noir said the flowers would make him even prettier. Which meant that she thought he was pretty. As juvenile and trivial as the word "pretty" would seem to your average wolf, it held especial meaning to Ares. After all, it had been his mother's compliment of choice. Hearing her call him that, then, when all throughout his childhood it had always been about Princess being pretty, and deserving pretty things.. it made a small bud of warmth bloom deep within his chest. He liked this girl, a lot. Of course, he was no where near self-aware enough to have access to why exactly her words had touched him so deeply, but the why really wasn't so much as important as the what.
"I actually do like flowers, very much! And you are most welcome to put them in my hair, if you'd like." His warm voice was teasing, as if being able to decorate his mane was actually some sort of grand and desirable privilege. Ares padded a bit closer, shrinking the gap between the two of them. His gold eyes studied hers; he hadn't ever met anyone with the same brilliant shade of yellow. Sometimes Tokyo would mutter about how they were the same damn eyes as Raphael had had, and how much she hated when Ares looked at her - like Raphael was staring back out at her. His entire childhood was spent being hated for resembling a man he hadn't even met. Ares couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like, to meet his dad. Or even to have been raised by in. What would he have turned out like? He probably wouldn't have ended up as part of Crimson Dreams, but beyond that the entire idea was so foreign he couldn't really speculate very precisely.
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(500) Don't worry, and hmm, what a pretty table you have 
The girl stood still (self control to avoid bouncing around like some two months old puppy was nice) as her blonde ears perked forward, hoping to receive a name that she could attach to the other boy, but it did not come. Her mind got distracted anyway when the boy asked if her name meant anything in particular. A lot of people had agreed with her when she had said that her own name was super pretty, but the boy had said it without having Noir to suggest that fact for him. She felt an odd touch of shyness at that and could not help but have her gaze stumble away from the boy’s pretty and golden eyes for only a moment, because the gaze of his had for a second made her feel odd. Odd as if a kind of authority figure high in rank had given her a compliment, as if her whole family had come and given her gifts and hugs. It was odd, because this was a boy that she had never seen before. No one had asked what it meant before either, but Noir knew because her mother was French, and the name too.
The funny part was that her name did not fit her looks and personality at all. Perhaps it was the lack black that had caused her name to give it to her daughter nevertheless. Noir had always found it pretty anyways, so it should not really matter what it meant as long as it was pretty and people liked it. ”Noir is black in French, and it is funny because I’m not black.” the girl announced with a little giggle trailing the last portion of her words. She felt a bit silly, and for the first time ever in her life, the girl wondered if he thought she was being stupid and childish. Such things could not be helped if he did, because Noir could not change her personality nor disguise it for any longer than a minute or two before the sun would break through the fragile mask. Again her ears waited for the pretty-boy’s name, and she silently went through possible names that could fit the boy. Unfortunately, the light tan girl with the golden eyes did not know many names by heart, and she hoped his actual one would be better than her weak and silent suggestions.
A gasp sounded from the little female when the boy revealed that he liked flowers and that she was welcome to put them in his hair. This was the first non-Uncle Ho male that had openly announced that he liked flowers. Well, Ho had only picked her a flower and she had automatically assumed that he too liked flowers. Attila, for instance, would never have allowed her to play with his hair and insert flowers into it. The girl failed to pick up the teasing manner of his voice, because the truth was that she did see it as something grand and a privilege. This was not something that Noir was allowed to do every day, especially not with boys. She beamed, not hiding that she probably was the happiest and most content being in the whole world. If he was pretty now, it would be nothing compared to what he would look like when he had Noir’s pink and red flowers in his hair! Oh, Noir truly did believe in flower power.
The boy had padded a bit closer, and Noir grabbed hold of the flowers and executed the remaining distance. When she again had laid down the flowers to the ground, she looked up at the boy, finding him to be higher than her. He was a boy, so it was a natural thing though. Her gaze trailed up to his face to find his own gaze, and she studied those eyes that were so similar to hers. She was not sure if she had seen anyone else have a colour that matched her golden gaze this closely. While her own fur was in a warm blonde colouration, the boy lacked colour in his pelt, and was painted with different hues of gray, going from the lightest ash to a hint of night. She thought it was pretty and unique. It was okay that his pelt held no colour, because there were plenty of colours in the flowers. She could feel her heart flutter, very suddenly, and lost a bit of her brilliant smile. Her face went down to face the flowers, and she inhaled normally, confused and wondering if she was becoming sick.
After a moment, her brilliant golden gaze rose again, now with a blushing rose in her jaws. Noir did not waste her time.
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haha. XD i like how well the butterfly one matches noir's av! 522 words
Oops, did he even introduce himself? He realized maybe not as she was explaining her own name. It meant black? Ares blinked. It was funny because she wasn't black - although he personally thought more funny-strange then funny-haha. That was just a weird name to give a kid as blonde as the one before him. And it wasn't even like the sort of thing you couldn't tell with a puppy. Like if you gave one a name that meant "strong" and they grew up to be weak, or "bright" and they turned out sort of dumb. That was unavoidable irony, but this was just wrong. It bugged him in an abstract sense, the world should be more logical about this sort of thing. Yeah, sometimes puppy's fur colors did change slightly - Princess' fur had darkened when she grew, and Tokyo had mentioned a few times how when she was a baby she was almost entirely a pure cream color. But it didn't seem likely either that Noir's coat would shade to black or that her baby fur had faded so much.
Ares actually found Noir's bubbly giggley-ness quite charming. It was a nice break from his own often solemn mood, and it was completely and irresistibly contagious. He just hadn't ever met anyone so happy! Tokyo was a terror, Princess was frequently sulky once they ran away, and Star had been pleasant enough but she had been dying, and she knew it. And then he'd met a lot of friendly enough people in Crimson Dreams so far, but none of them were like this. He recognized it as something unique, and special, as it made him warm and fuzzy feeling inside as well.
"I'm Ares Chance, by the way." He didn't really know why he always stuck his last name on there. Maybe it came from some vague, unfounded hope that someone would recognize it. Not for the sake of his mother, but for his sister. Maybe he'd find someone who knew Princess, someone who would tell Ares how she was doing, someone who could even maybe pass word to her. "Ares means God of War, but with all these flowers I'm not much of one right now." A grin; he was not blaming the flowers, just pushing aside the sour meaning of his name in favor of the more pleasant moment. She came closer, and looked at him, and he just looked back for a moment, considering her. They were rather close. Closer than he usually got to others, ever. But that was a necessity of the task at hand, yeah? She picked up a flower and Ares realized he might be too tall for her, like this, so he sank down to lie on his belly. Now he was looking up at her. "What kind of flower is this one?" The gray adolescent didn't know too much about the different types of flowers, but he knew they all had fancy names. Dahlia was a type of flower, although he sort of hoped none of the ones Noir had were Dahlias, because he was prejudiced against it irrationally by the pack.
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Arees Chaaance! Noir knew not of the first name’s significance, but Chance was a quite funny last name. It was not ugly though. ”Ares!” the girl echoed back, very content with what she had heard. The significance was revealed to her, and for a moment it seemed as if her smile might want to falter. God of War? War was bad, so why would someone give a child such a name? The golden eyes of the girl were filled with thought. The Aston girl was aware that she was much more peaceful than most wolves, but she did not know that people liked war and called people up after people good at fighting wars. She took the meaning of the name too seriously, and felt almost a bit disappointed that this was a person that liked to kill other people. Perhaps with enough flowers, he would be God of handsomeness or flowers or something. It would be well worth a shot, the girl decided.
She beamed pleasantly when he lay down so that she could easily insert the flowers into his rich pelt. Noir knew not a lot about flower names herself. However, with time and once she would learn to read, she would sit hours in the cold and stiff winter and read about flower and dream of that blessed time where the world was alive. She knew it was some kind of rose though, but not any idea of which. ”It is a rose, and they have lots of colours, but I brought pink and red because I like them best. My brother says it is girl colour, do you think it is an ugly girl colour, Ares?” the girl answered then asked, a river of words attacking the boy, slightly muffled because of the flower in her mouth. The blonde puppy furrowed her brows then, slowly sticking the flower stem into the boy’s black mane. She took a step back and looked at the result. The colourful flower drooped slightly, but it still looked pretty! She stuck her tongue out in a happy manner and wagged her tail. He DID look very pretty now!
The girl gave a happy whimper and suddenly pressed her face against the spot of soft fur of his localized between his neck and shoulder. Noir, innocent and naïve as she was did not really think much about this move. She cuddled and snuggled with those individuals she liked, and she liked nice Ares despite having a mean name. It was okay, at least his surname was pretty sounding, and he was letting her put flowers into his hair and was super nice.
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oooh, pretty av! i apologize if this post ends up being the suck, am writing in the back seat while parents driving to utah XD. 314 words
Her grin as Ares lied down made him happy, and proud that he was considerate enough to help her with her self-assigned task. Roses. He commmitted the name, the smell, the bright and vivid colors to his memory, tied up intricately with the blonde girl who presented them. He didn't have to be very clever to figure out that Noir wanted him to answer that her brother was wrong, and so he did. In truth, he hadn't ever really considered colors enough to have an opinion on most of them. Considering it now, he supposed the only thing pink had going against it was that his mother had been overly fond of the color. "Of course not, pink is very nice." Another grin of his own. And then he was beflowered, which apparently pleased Noir enough to wag her tail and make a silly face.
Surprisingly, then, catching Ares completely and utterly off guard, Noir pressed close to him. He stiffened instinctively, then realized that duh, of course, she wasn't going to hurt him.. Why would she? It just confused the heck out of him. Tokyo had never let him anywhere near unless it was to toss him around a little, and even Princess had been aloof. Tokyo encouraged her to stay by her side, anyway, which was a place Ares wasn't welcome. Basically, casual contact - or, any contact, really, was something incredibly bewildering. It was... nice, though, so he tried to un-tense. He didn't really know what was expected of him in return, though, and felt terribly awkward because of that. Ares nudged her neck with his muzzle, tentatively attempting a much more reserved copy of her action, hoping that was what he was supposed to do. Her scent was very.. pretty? It was a weird choice of word to describe the scent, but it sort of seemed fitting in this instance.
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Now, this is how a sucky post usually looks like >_< (300)
She wondered if he would have looked prettier with yellow and orange flowers instead to match his eyes. Or perhaps his fur should have been pink or red or brown or another colour. She liked his dark and unique silvery colour though, such a contrast to her own light whisper of gold and sunshine. Ares said that pink was very nice. The girl whined happily. He smelled super nice. When he gave her a little nudge, her eyes instantly grew star shaped, and she knew that her heart held a super pink colour that beat with happiness. The girl dug her muzzle deeper into his super good smelling fur and closed her eyes for a moment. He was very warm, but it felt different to be close to him. Noir had good male friends and two male siblings, but this felt so different. Exciting. So exciting. Yes, it was as if she had run at least one billion hundred rounds around a tree, because her heart was beating loudly in her chest and she could even feel slightly out of breath for some reason. Slowly, the girl focused on breathing in and out in a normal manner, trying to overrule what it seemed her body wanted to do. It was weird, because she was not doing anything, just smelling good smells!
The golden eyed girl stepped back and looked at her new Ares friend, her smile threatening with snapping her face in half. She sat down then, looking at the boy with the flower in his dark mane. ”So super pretty you aareee.” The girl was not sure if she had meant anything else so steadfastly in her life. He was super pretty. No. Super super super forever pretty. She did not know if she should say anything more. She liked to just look at him. At his pretty eyes and pretty fur.
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rawr rawr rawr. 316 words.
Her innocent, open earnestness touched Ares in a way he couldn't really explain. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about being pretty, as opposed to like, handsome or rugged or ferocious, but.. Ares could tell that Noir meant this without any hidden insult, that she wanted to express only the highest, most sincere compliment that belonged to her vocabulary. He wasn't quite sure how he could tell this, or where this surety came from, but her tone was so.. intense, so full of awe and admiration, that he was sure his cheeks were growing pink beneath his fur. Yeah, he'd gotten compliments on his looks before, but there were times when it was only polite to do so, and a lot of the time it just seemed like whoever was talking only wanted to cheer them up. Noir.. her words seemed more like a confession, a revelation of her own thoughts and.. emotions?
The strange, almost.. resonating intensity of the moment was so weird, almost frightening, in a way.
"Nah, I'm sure it's mostly your flower that's just making it look that way.." Ares said demurely. Not out of any modesty so much as an attempt to sort of distance himself from the rawness of the situation. Too much reality, exposure, he needed to push away a little, he needed the safety of barriers. Both barriers of polite words that didn't really mean anything, and of.. space. Yeah. He needed to think clearly, again. Ares clambered to his feet then, once again the taller of the pair. He looked a little like he wanted to escape, but he didn't really have any idea how he would go about doing so. The flower in his mane shifted a little at the movement, angling downward slightly, but it had been placed securely enough that it didn't fall out. Not yet, at least; maybe when he started walking.
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