[html] Bleeding Souls, to Tamerlane, had a distinctive taste. Firstly, any conventional beauty in the landscapes was overwhelmed by the environment. Ravaged, broken and stunningly historic; places with a history that — to anyone with a sense of depth — should not be taken at face value. Even the natural landscapes, from the richness of the forest to the wildness of the mountains, were stooped in the mood of the environment. The people, furthermore, all seemed to have a certain something about them; some that Tamerlane had met with had observed this too. They were wrapped up tightly in their own lives, often dipped in a thick jar of melancholy and rung dry on emotional turmoil. He was finding it difficult to find any normalcy; not that he was completely normal himself, but on common grounds it was easier to find similarities.
And with similarities there came connections. The traveller, as he walked through the snow with his long hands dug deep into the pocket of his jeans, mused over the fact that he cared about so few in Bleeding Souls. He had friends in Pilot and Dierdre — and had in Phoenix too, until he had discovered that the Alpha wanted to be a leader first and foremost — and in a handful of creatures from other packs, but nothing really flew beyond. This was surely because Tamerlane had, so far, failed to relate to any of them. |
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Anderung Meer was walking through the snow, thinking. After she had been feed about the Luperci, werewolves, she was a bit shocked. Anyone in her position might be. Imagine yourself, a normal wolf, just learning that her child-hood fairy-tales were real? It was like the common American person learning that lawn gnomes ran around at night. Except, you had always believed that they could possibly be true, but had no proof. The amber wolf continued on, looking around. Her violet eyes rested on a figure walking through the snow a couple of yards away. She moved quickly, dodging a few trees, and bushes. She stopped a few paces away from the other, male, Luperci. She lowered her head a bit, and looked at him, before speaking. ”Hello.” Simple, but to the point.
"Blarg, so short x_x"
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[html] | Luperci were commonplace in Bleeding Souls, it seemed. Some would be surprised if others wore apparel or brandished any kind of human implement, but most seemed to be aware and acknowledging of this diversity. Creatures that walked on four paws seemed to be increasingly uncommon in certain parts, so this female's appearance was at least mildly intriguing. Hello, he replied courteously. Tamerlane assumed that she wanted something, rather than was intending to sit there dumbly whilst he made small-talk, so he asked; can I help you? |
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Anderung looked the male over, in his strange clothes. She snorted softly. ”Not with anything particular. I’m just going around trying to socialize with the pack, seeing as I just joined. Oh, by the way, my name is Anderung Meer. You can call me Anderung, sir.” The female couldn’t help but to let out the word ‘sir’. It had been beaten into her as a child, so it was mostly a force of habit. She looked around at the frozen forest. Even though it was cold out, it was still pretty to look at. Meer blinked her violet eyes as a songbird called from somewhere in the trees.
"UG! Reeeally short x_x -die-."
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[html] Tamerlane raised a brow curiously; why had the female snorted? It was a haughty characteristic to contradict the politeness of the title she gave him. She did make her intentions clear, though; she simply wanted to get to know those around her, and maintained that odd but commonplace motivation. He could not help but find it odd when people came up to him simply to talk about... well, anything. But he humoured them, and found nothing wrong with simply wanting to socialise for the sake of socialising.
My name's Tamerlane, he introduced himself in turn, being a little too young to be called "sir", especially by someone round about his own age. So tell me about yourself, he offered in turn, not being one to initiate conversation, but at the same time not being one to not know how to deal with it.
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Meer lowered her head down to her paws, rubbing her muzzle between them. The she-wolf sneezed, then stood up and shook herself off. Snow was still falling, though not as much of it was landing on her because of the branches above, even if they were bare. ”Tamerlane. That’s a nice name, what does it mean?” The amber wolf cocked her head slightly at the male Luperci. His pelt was of a handsome cream like color, but his eyes were dark black slits, like the sky on a cloudy, moonless night.
She flicked her ears, suddenly uncomfortable. Her darker tail tip twitched and she shuffled a paw in the snow. She suddenly didn’t know what to say, words vanishing from her lips. Meer hadn’t realized that she wouldn’t be able to strike up a conversation. ”Well, umm. I’m not really sure what to say, sir.” She chuckled softly, a small smile on her lips. ”I guess I should have thought about something to talk about before trying to start a conversation. I really don’t think, sir, that you would be very interested by my past, nor that you should really care.” Meer shrugged, looking off between the trees. She perked her ears at the sound of snow crunching softly. Some had probably fallen from a tree-branch.
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[html] Tamerlane. That’s a nice name, what does it mean? It meant enough to have a meaning. Just like the ambiguous but splendid tattoos on his body, some told him they meant some things, and others told him otherwise; and he himself would speak of this indecision, failing to mention what the original and purposeful meaning behind them was. In reality, Tamerlane was an ancient conqueror, but unless this female had a passion for history, it was neither here nor there. It means me. That was answer enough, and he said it harmlessly and courteously.
The Jager's question had been a difficult one; it was not usually easy to speak of your life to a complete stranger. But Anderung had spoken to him simply to socialise; so that's what he would give her. She seemed more awkward than unwilling, so he replied lightly: why wouldn't I care? |
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Anderung nodded slowly at Tamerlane’s short response. ’I guess that makes sense. Not everyone is named in the same way I was by my parents, I’m sure. Maybe he’s named after a father or something…’ Meer was still getting used to the fact that theses wolves didn’t think the same way her old pack did. ’Imagine that, they aren’t my old pack. There are my new family.’ The amber wolf chewed on a bottom lip while she was thinking about her family. Before her mother died, it really was a caring family. However, the pack wasn’t very supportive of her, and since her father was such a great hunter, she dared not bring up the abuse in front of the alpha.
Anderung looked at the Luperci. She at first seemed suspicious, but then just shrugged. ”Because nobody really cares. I don’t want to seem dramatic, I really don’t deserve any sort of special attention or anything.” Meer lowered her eyes to the snow. The violet orbs had a slightly pained look, but she tried to not let Tamerlane see this. ’You are just being dramatic again. Stop being such an attention hog. He really doesn’t care that you were abused, nobody does. Now just stop blaming yourself, it’ll only make you upset.’
"Umm, Anderung is turning into me. v-v"
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