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Ataxia Delacour
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croll;">The weather had taken a sudden turn, and snow was now most everywhere. She was quite accustomed to such a chill though, and it had been a number of years since her wanderings had brought her far enough north to indulge in a white winter. Warm breath condensed inches away from her narrow snout, each one coming rather rapidly. Ataxia hadn't taken the warm day to mull around at home in her pack land like she had habitual to doing as of late. No, today she'd set on.. simply to well, explore.
She'd always been bad to ties, but so far she'd found herself rather content in the Miracles pack. The few she'd met had been pleasant enough, though she'd found herself rather.. shied off from the main stream of it all. It would just be a matter of time she assumed. Ah, her mind had been dreadfully busy throughout this hike of hers. It'd been hours since she left the pack's land, and she was pretty sure by now she'd more than earned a break. The shoreline was close enough to add a wicked bite to the wind, causing her to pull her legs closer to her chest as she took her rest, perched upon one of the few less jagged rocks.
Rummaging through the rather worn looking side-bag she rarely carried, she extracted a single morsel of salted and dried meat, sufficing her mild hunger with the snack for the time being. Sighing to herself, she allowed her duo-colored gaze to wander towards the misty and distant shore. It seemed rather deserted for the most part.. instilling a rather isolated feeling into the young female. She just had to give it time, right? She'd been used to the solitary life for so long, why now would it begin to bother her?
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His lips felt numb as the gusts of cold wind continued. He wasn’t sure if it was just this season or what, but his poor toes were freezin’. Shaking his head, he pulled out a red scarf that he recently found. Wrapping it around his neck, he also dug out his cigarette pack and matches. It took a few tries – no thanks to the wind – before he lit the bloody thing. The shoreline was up ahead and he’d taken his time changing into his Optime form just for a small smoke. But, whatever… it’d be a pain in the ass just to change back. Shifting his weight around, he glanced towards the shore ahead of him. It didn’t take him long before he spotted another figure. They were in their Optime form as well, but it was a female. He glanced down at his pants just to make sure they were actually on. The guy hadn’t gotten use to changing around with his clothes either. At his homeland, they would careless if you were nude. Though, most of the guys got pissed if their mate was walking around flashing everyone. Then it was always a challenge when it came to the males with ‘who had the biggest?’ He snickered under his breath as he blew out a smoke ring. “What memories…” Jack spoke to himself as his self-snickering started to quiet down.
He took his time walking down, but he made his way towards the soft-sanded shore. The waves crashed to one side as he walked along towards the lady in front of him. It wouldn’t do any harm chatting with her… now, would it? Raising his eyebrow, he smirked lightly at his own thoughts. Ah, maybe he should act like a cool asshole, but that would always annoy his former lady. So, Frost just turned that smirk into a friendly smile as he caught up with the lady. She was quite a beauty white and almost a bit golden tinted fur. Relaxing a bit, he didn’t say a word for a moment. Then he remembered the cigarette that was hanging between his lips. He glanced towards the female with a look of apology in hope she didn’t mind the smoke. “Um… hope ya don’t mind or anything,” he spoke softly while nodding his head towards the cigarette. “Oh! And I have some if you want one…?” Taking in a gulp, he noticed that she really didn’t have at all too much on. His fingers wrapped around his red scarf and he pulled it off his neck. “Here… and I’m Jack… Jack Frost!” A smile lit his face as he introduced himself. Hopefully, the female wouldn’t mind his company too much.
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Ataxia Delacour
ooc - (:
croll;">Ataxia had a bad habit of letting her conscious train of thought consume her. Perched upon the cold and hard rock, her bicolored gaze was fixated in a daze out over the misty shore. She simply couldn't help but think about her childhood winters. The family had been so tight knit, almost like a cult to be quite honest. All of them were consumed with the rampant paranoia about this 'infection'. She'd obviously come to see now, that it was no curse. She quite enjoyed the ability of this.. 'shifting'. Sure the first year had been... hell but, as of late she was finding she quite preferred this queer ability.
Her content submergence into her thoughts was abrubltly ended as a foul smell engulfed her keen senses. Snapped back to reality and the present moment at hand, she found her gaze now beholding another werewolf, which seemed to be the source of the odor. She looked at him with obvious curiosity, her attention fixated upon the burning thing in his grasp. Slender nose wrinkling up slightly, she finally turned her gaze upon him.. this, 'Jack Frost'. Blinking rapidly, she cleared her throat somewhat awkwardly. "Ataxia Delacour, an.. what is that.. thing?" she exaggeratively enunciated, gaze flicking back to the cigarette. She'd been a stranger to this world until recent - lord she hated feeling like a fool. It seemed to be happening all the more often in this oddly modernized place.
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