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Post by Chrissy <3 on Dec 26, 2011 10:31:32 GMT -6
The wind chilled the frosty morning air around her as the female trotted along the borders of an old, long ago forsaken territory. She had been watching this area for the past few days, and had encountered no dangers thus far beyond prey. It was only a matter of time of course, and she knew that. Luna was no fool, nor to be taken as one, but she felt safer here in this land than any other place that she had found so far. So it was simple, really. She would make it hers, and hers alone. Well, for now at least.
A long howl escaped her maw as the she lifted it to the sky, her voice full of mourning for the lives lost before this time, of desire for more to join her here, and for the new surge of protectiveness that she felt over the area. This place was her home now, and all would know it.
Luna travelled more quickly now, her heart beating quickly as she travelled at a brisk trot, working for several long hours to place scent marks along the borders that she wanted, ensuring that there would be plenty of water, hunting grounds, and shelter inside. She stopped at the border to the no-mans land, raising up an inviting howl to all that were within and might hear.
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Post by Bhuvana on Dec 26, 2011 10:53:34 GMT -6
Ooc: I aplogize for off spelling, coding, quantity, quality, and lack of coding. I hate typing on my phone.
I heard the call of claim and shifted my direction to prove avoidance. There was little I wanted more than to be alone for I had my own personal ambitions to overcome. But as her invitation was given, instinct claimed my motor skills and I found myself trotting cautiously towards the sounds. My ears and eyes sat downward, uneasy and unconfrontational. My form was muscled, but loose. I could smell the woman before I saw her, and when I saw her I found myself slowing even further. Nothing about my demeanor stated I wanted to be there, but the wolven instinct growled aggressivly if I considered the act of taking control.
I was a slave in my own body.
"Bidziil." I offered the dog my name awkwardly. I had socialized little since my mother's death 4 years ago, and I couldn't recall the proper manner of greeting.
It didn't help that the male in me recognized the value of this shewolf. She was appealing to the eye and her limbs lined with muscle. How did I get myself into this situaion?
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Post by Chrissy <3 on Dec 29, 2011 0:47:56 GMT -6
Luna continued on her way, stopping to mark the borders and continue to develop which land belonged to her. Having this much control because of how barren these lands had remained of predator life meant that most of it was up for grabs, and it was exciting. She worked slowly so that she would hear if any others in the area responded to her call, and after a short time, it came. Not in the verbal form at first, but the smell of another presence came to her, halting the female in her tracks.
Bidzil.
It was an odd introduction of himself, as she was assuming he was giving her his name, but what could she expect? She was to be dealing with mostly loners and the like, and that would bring all sorts of colorful and different personalities to the pack that she forsaw having in the future.
Luna.
This was her response, and she simply dipped her head to him, flicking her ears for him to follow her as she continued down the path.
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Post by Bhuvana on Dec 29, 2011 15:15:33 GMT -6
My paws carried me, skull low and eyes observing in guarded curiousity. I had never been part of a pack, only socializing with my mother for an extended period of time. It had, actually, never occured to me the possibility of being a pack dog. I was not a cruel dog who cared only for myself; quite contrary. The only thing, besides a quiet childhood, holding me back from such desire in my unquenchable need to avenge my mother by killing my rapist of a father. Packs, usually, frown upon murder. Since the sin was commited so long ago and the man far from a present threat, it would surely classify as murder.
"Luna, have you ever lived in a pack?" I needed to know some about her if I was to blindly follow her as pack terms so demand. Besides, in order to find true comfort beneath a dog's ruling, they had to have been former packdogs. If not, how could they lead? I would forever be unable and unworthy because I was neither raised nor born with pack blood. No, I was a loner subconciously looking for stability. A loner could not--or is it more like should not?--lead a pack.
Of course, being the submissive, quiet type that I am, I would merely smile if she answered no.
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Post by Chrissy <3 on Dec 29, 2011 19:32:49 GMT -6
Luna felt a sense of almost relief as the male followed her close behind. It was not that she feared that he would not accompany her, but having it actually happen made her spirits soar. This male was strong, and would be of great use to her in a pack she was sure. Strong by muscle with a subdued yet curious exprossion on his face, she hoped he would remain in her pack for years too come.
Luna, have you ever lived in a pack?
She flicked her ears, thinking about how to answer his question. It almost came as a surprise to her to have him pose the question, her first impression by such a short introduction was that he would not be much of a conversationalist. But, no matter, the question was a valid one, she understood his reasoning behind asking.
Yes I have. I traveled here from far over the mountains, although I served only as a beta in that pack. This will be my first time to truly lead, but as beta female I was closely associated with the actions and decisions that were made by the alphas, so I understand how being in a position of leadership works. What about yourself Bidzil?
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Post by Bhuvana on Dec 30, 2011 9:23:25 GMT -6
A good solid reply, one in which I could place confidence on Luna with, is what she handed me. I could trust a dog with beta background to be my alphess. However, I had to use strength of my own to trust she had left her group on freewill and not because of some incredilous sin. I was a strong limbed man, though my heart for violence against a woman was weak. I was far from being sexist, unless one claimed me against my own gender. My mother had raised me despite the misfortune that created me. She could have justifiably tossed the disgrace of a child that was I. But she hadn't. She had loved me, every last drop of sinful blood within me. The only man I was ever told of was a vile creature. It was natural I would cope this life with a femenist mindset.
Her question drew me out of my thoughts and carried the focus back to her. Why would she care for my background, I was nothing but a homly peasant? I needed her's to feel asssured in her position as ruler, but mine would do little for her benefit. Still, with a carefully guarded face, I submissed to answer in a quiet, expressionless tone.
"My dear mother raised me a loner." I had aspired to carry the aura of a warrior, but the gentle term of dear snuck its way into my words. I now sounded foolish, a dog with no spine, and I looked away in responce. I followed on, head shifted sideways, watching the passing trees.
I was no packdog. I was barely a dog at all.
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Post by Chrissy <3 on Dec 31, 2011 23:12:22 GMT -6
Luna looked back at him, her surprise at his question fading as he answered her own. It was not that she feared he questioned her authority, but that she was unsure about how much she should reveal about herself or her past. Was it appropriate for her to disclose much to a wolf that was a complete stranger to her short of his name? The alphas in her pack were open about their history, but Luna's family had belonged to the pack for generations. She knew the history of many of the pack members because most of it had all been together.
As for his reference to his "dear mother," she turned to him, eyes softening at the endearment. She was big on family, so the term warmed her heart.
"You are braver than most for being so open about emotions Bidzil." Luna passed the compliment to him easily, but it was a big thing for her.
"A wolf that understands his own heart will always be mighty in comparison to one whose feelings run as shallow as a brook. They then have nothing to stand for, no purpose, and that is a waste of the gift of life that nature grants us.
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Post by Bhuvana on Jan 1, 2012 1:02:37 GMT -6
I could feel her eyes set upon me and I almost desired to challenge the judgement I knew had to be sitting in her liquid stare. But the heated reprimands never came, nor should I have any reason to think they would. I'd never been punished for emotions, it was just the man within me saying I would be. Instinct screams petty lies when left to fester in a vengeful heart. When we forget who we are and allow nature to rule, we turn ourselves into monsters.
I was suddenly so greatful that this dog was here to carry me from the depth I had let myself fall into.
Shifting my eyes back to hers, I caught the words with open respect. A wise dog, and still quite young by my standards. A sturdy adult, but one with many years left to gather wisdom further. I could not dream of a better alphess, and I was suddenly so proud to call myself one of her pack. The words she spoke opened a door that I had formerly bolted shut. Women were amazing beings. Had I called my mother dear before a male, I would have been scolded and retaught. And I would have listened and crawled further into my shell. But this female spoke a few careful sentences and I suddenly bubbled back to my childhood days.
"I can't help but ponder why you may have left your home." There was no accusation in my tone, but simply a gentle inquisitivness. I was admitting my curiousity, eyes much brighter than moments prior, but it was an open ended statement, thus easily tossed aside should she decide I was not yet worthy of such delvings. I cared to know not because I feared her past, but only so as to know this dog deeper. A dog so wise was worth learning.
She was so much like my mother. The dear mother whom I needed so badly.
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Post by Chrissy <3 on Jan 1, 2012 18:53:23 GMT -6
I can't help but ponder why you may have left your home.
Ah, and there was the question, the one that brought to the surface so many memories of pain and suffering, of lost love and happiness. She was sure it showed on her face too. Luna turned towards him for a long moment, seeing only general curiosity in the male's eyes. He seemed to bear her no malice, so really she had no reason to withhold information from him. She gave a soft growl to clear her throat, and rasped,
I... no longer have a home there, you see? A wolf pack from a territory far north came and ravaged the dens and killed most everyone in my pack. Everyone fought bravely, but we were outnumbered... It was a terrible time.
She turned her head slightly, revealing a deep scar on the underside of her neck near her throat where a male from that battle had gone for a death strike when she would not surrendered.
It is difficult to talk about at times. Everyone I knew is gone now, my entire family... The commanding alpha of the enemy pack gave the options of either joining them or dying at their fangs, and other than those who turned traitor or died, it was only myself and a few others that fought their way out and escaped.
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Post by Bhuvana on Jan 3, 2012 15:36:54 GMT -6
I listened intently as she told of the horrors of her past. I could not relate, having had no one stolen from me by some ill practice. I could sympathize, but not empathize. I could, however, connect to the act of having no one left. My mother had been all I had ever known, and when she died, I was destined to be alone forever.
Until now.
I hung my head, but allowed my eyes to sit solidly on the woman. Some little flame within me grew, letting the gentle curiousity turn to anger. My life was dedicated to destroying the man who had created me. He had stolen all that my mother had had to her name; her innocence. Maybe my revenge could branch out to the ones who stole from this gentle souled woman.
"One day, when your pack grows to many, we can go take back what is left of your old life. Those who had to fold and join the enemy can be part of your world once more." I kept silent the lethal intent I held so dear. Those who steal lives, whether physically or emotionally, had to be punished with stealing of their own life. It sounded somewhat hypocritical, but as I let the fire brimmed gaze sit heavily upon my alphess, I knew I had to avenge her, as well as my mother.
The men who hurt woman have to die.
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Post by Chrissy <3 on Jan 4, 2012 22:02:38 GMT -6
Luna closed her eyes for a long moment as if the simple act of shutting her eyelids would prevent the memories from flashing through her mind. But no, there was nothing that would ever stop this torrent, that would keep those dark times away. They were as much a part of her as anything. How could she turn away from those once loved and lost? Those deaths would never be forgotten, should never be forgotten. It would be dishonorable to them to simply forget, and now as one of the few survivors it was her burden to bear their memory, like a tattoo across her heart.
"One day, when your pack grows to many, we can go take back what is left of your old life. Those who had to fold and join the enemy can be part of your world once more."
This response almost startled her, but in a good way.
Thank you, that is most kind.
She said in reply.
Perhaps one day I will be able to, if their hearts have not turned over to the darkness that took over in the first place. For now my life is here over on this side of the mountains, and I will do my best to lead to the best of my ability here.
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Post by Amaya on Jan 11, 2012 22:34:00 GMT -6
Tasha had heard a wolf's cry a long ways away, yet it was still distinct enough to be interpreted. A new pack was being formed and territory claimed. She thought on this from where she lie in the woods. She thought about the call and answering. After all, maybe she could help out people better by being in a pack instead of staying wandering like she had once her pack went separate ways. Now that she was more of a healer now then when she had first joined a pack, she could help other wolves like she enjoyed doing.
She rose from her lying position as she trotted towards where she heard the call. She would join so that she could help other wolves. After all, was there really much she could do on her own out in the unclaimed and borderlands? She only sometimes chanced upon hurt wolves and they often were not hurt to the extent of needing her to take care of them for long. In a pack though, she could do a lot to help. And more than anything, she wanted to get an apprentice. She wanted to teach someone else the art of healing and the traditions of the healers.
After trotting at a quick pace for a little while, Tasha reached the relative location that the howl could have come from. She started sniffing around as it appeared that whomever howled had moved on to another area. She identified the scents left to mark the borderland and she followed the trail as experience had taught her in following a trail.
Soon enough she saw two wolves ahead, one clearly leading the other. Tasha gave a short almost bark to get their attention as she did not realize that they were conversing. It did not sound challenging or threatening, rather just a loud noise to get their attention. "May the ancestors be with you, I wish to join with this pack. My name is Tasha." She said simply as she stood, waiting to see how the female wolf, who she could match the border scents with, would respond.
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