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Post by Snow on Oct 27, 2009 19:10:06 GMT -5
Juggle The Rain Time: Ending of the day, sun set, the clouds rolled in, and darkness all around the plains. The half moon is the only thing seen. (A good amount of hours after Crows are people too!)Weather: Sprinkles are falling, soon the large drops will come. The stars are covered by the heavy clouds, as the half moon is seen only for a few mins at a time.Location: River, near the entering of the loner lands yet still on Aquene's land. Two miles away from the dens, where the pack should be resting.Walking the lonely river beds, Nevar takes his night stroll. The only time he had his own peace of mind, his own emotions. He enjoyed this time, but he also enjoyed the time with his new family. But today was a stressful day, his stomach growling due to the lack of food because of the issues he had earlier that day. Looking at his own reflection he took notice that his fur was falling apart, loose patches floating away. AS the river had ripples due to the sprinkles that fell upon the land. He smiled, the burning grass smell finally went away. Peace and silence ran through his body, as he kept walking. |
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Post by hybrid on Oct 27, 2009 19:18:58 GMT -5
Mongri slunk forward toward the river her long legs stretching far in front of her, she dipped her head and lapped some of the salty water onto her tongue. She looked up and spotted Nevar walking towards her, he must not have seen her yet. "Hey stranger." She said softly, a smile on her face. She sat down on her haunches her eyes watching him with soft gazes, "Where's your little girlfriend?" She said speaking of Wishaway.
She cocked her head to the side and waited.
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Post by Snow on Oct 27, 2009 22:58:09 GMT -5
Nevar soon lift his head, his eye looking straight forward as his ears perked to the sound of Mongri's voice. Her voice made him more calm, more peaceful, it made him realize that history has its way of showing up. Sometimes for the worst, but this was not the worst but the good. He remember times with her, and his cousin. 'Oh yes, whatever happen to him?' he thought to himself. His smile soon grew on his face, as he finally reached her. Her fur all ratted and torn, yet he still found her beautiful. He kept his smile on his face, as his emotion didn't even change. Still peaceful, still calm. "Wishaway you mean? Well, she is now on your lands. Maybe you can show her a few things. " he sits on his haunches staring into her eyes. " A wolf who can't obey orders, is not a wolf who should be in a pack." he continues, he looks away at the river as soon the ripples began to grow, as the rain began to pour slightly harder.
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Post by hybrid on Oct 27, 2009 23:29:19 GMT -5
Mongri almost purred as she ran the full length of her body beneath Nevar's chin, her tail flicking idly behind her. She almost seemed feline if only for a moment. Mongri had great skill in being a loner, she kept friends who were and were not like herself, a very precious thing. "So she is to be part of my lands, is that what you called them?" She had the most beautiful smile on her face despite her very flawed appearance. "She is not my personal responsibility but I'll see if I can help teach her some manners." Mongri thought about her trip back to the loner lands and it made her grin a little wider. She curled herself back around and sat rather close to Nevar, leaning against him like friends would do.
"You remember my companion Zephyr, don't you." She let a small breath exit her figure, "He has joined Imperium."
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Post by Snow on Oct 27, 2009 23:41:37 GMT -5
Nevar closed his eyes as her body ran under his chin, a feeling of warmth came upon him. His smiled stay on his face, he soon relaxed his body as she sat next to him. Slowly opening his eyes he looked at her, straightening his body up supporting the weight she put on him. It wasn't much, but just in case he kept strong and still. He looked at her, oh was she close. But the feelings he saw, was nothing more then just friends. HE remember he had a crush, but those days where gone. His emotions soon changed, and he felt everyone's but himself. When will he control it? when will he feel his, and others and know the difference? It was something he had to wait and see, he knew his history had another gift for him. But the day hasn't come to understand what it would be, knowing and changing one's emotion was not a gift for an alpha. IT was more of a gift of a none alpha. HE sighed as he thought, then the question 'Do you remember my companion Zephyr?' soon enter his ears and mind, his cousin he always wonder what happen to him. He looks away from Mongri and nods, "I should of thought he would, he seem like a mountain type." He nods as a smirk appear on his face, remembering his old cousin.
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Post by hybrid on Oct 28, 2009 12:59:29 GMT -5
She curled her body into his more, her chest filling with a long deep breath, her eyes turning to small slits. She looked out over the river before she rose away and stretched her neck up towards the sky. Her eyes found the the small rain drops that fell from them to coat her like a thin sheen, her whole body luxuriating in the sensation. She turned her face to Nevar. "Sometimes, I feel so old..." She says softly to her friend, "Although I am not. Perhaps it comes with being a seer that I should feel so worn down by this time. I'm surprised you have so much strength to carry a pack, friend, having to feel all of the emotions of those around you." She said softly as though her very voice may shatter the earth.
Taking another long draw in of her breath she spoke again, "Did your father and mother also have these abilities?"
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Post by Snow on Oct 29, 2009 9:29:06 GMT -5
Nevar looked back at Mongri as she began to lean a little more, he tilt his head and then looked away with a smile. "I guess sometimes a great gift comes with a prize." as he spoke about her energy. As she spoke about his gift, and how he can handle all the emotions, he looks up and straight a head, at the shaded trees to pretty much just darkness. "No, I do not recall what my mother had, but my father had many great talents. He was a very peaceful wolf." He nods in agreement to himself as past memories came to him. "You can say I have the "weaker" power of my litter." he chuckled lightly to himself, as he tried to play it off as a joke. Then a large sigh came out, as he took a breath of the fresh ran in. Soon the rain began to pour, his wet fur tangling up, as the patches that wanted to detach became more loose on his skin. "Maybe I will receive a new gift later in my years." he smiles once again.
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