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Post by Imaginatio on Nov 26, 2008 19:13:56 GMT -5
He knelt down, listening to the creaking of the grass between his paws, one ear to the ground, listening for something. Anything. His nose twitched fervently, occasionally catching the scent of a rabbit, or a bluejay, but he ignored them. He was not hungry yet. Besides, if he had been he didn't have the ability to catch something so fast as a bird or a rabbit. He was glad for hedgehogs and their slow lumbering pace. Even if they did stab at his throat when he swallowed.
Abandoning his checking for a moment, the greyish brown wolf sat up, his head flicking from side to side. Thinking of food reminded him he was parched. Resisting the urge to stick his tongue out and pant, he stood up and took off, paws padding almost silently against the muted grass.
He had been here two weeks now, since he had woken up. It was an odd amount of time to go without contact, but for some reason he didn't feel lonely. It just felt...right sleeping under the stars, even when it rained he felt at peace. Not listening to anything but the sound of his own, slow breaths, able to hunt and eat and drink as he pleased.
It was also odd, not having some pain or another. Almost a fortnight gone by, and a lot of bruises had healed, but no new ones had been inflicted. At least, not by brute force, he had one below his left shoulder, but that was a remnant of the incident that brought him here. Flexing his long disused muscles, he shook his fur, slender body curving with the wind.
Mahli glanced at the sun, high in the sky, and it's rays casting a warm yellow hue across the grasslands. The muscles around his face twitched upwards in a smile, his first ever, and it felt good.
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Post by pokeapache on Nov 26, 2008 21:50:32 GMT -5
The wolf he had met, the wolf in which he had loved the company of, the wolf who he felt at peace with... The wolf who, he might have admitted to liking fondly... She was gone now. Ravine- the wolf with the toothy grin and the way her golden eyes were trapped in the blackness around them... The way her markings made her look normal but she still seemed fond of them. Her strange orb, which she nearly lost to that brute from the mountains... She was unique, she was special.
She left him. He wasn't sure when or where, but somehow they had been separated. He had trotted off one way, expecting her to follow... And she never did. He hated being alone. He hated, hated, hated it. His eyes were a bright orange now, his swirly blue and darker blue fur mingling and mixing here and there. His dove wings laid still at his side. It hurt, being alone. Not because he hated being alone... But he must have done something wrong to that female. He hated knowing that. He thought they would be good friends, yet...
It was okay. Weeks had passed without sight of her. He hoped she was okay but thought no more of it. After all, why worry? Not that he didn't. He just supressed those feelings. Like all the others.
A scent caught his nose. His ears titled up and forward. He searched the distance to try and find the wolf who he had found. Company. COMPANY. His eyes landed on the grey-brown speck and his heart fluttered. His mind told him, his SENSES told him it wasn't Ravine. But he saw that wolf in the distance- and he sprinted at it anyway.
"EXCUSE ME!" He yelled so loud his voice was nearly a howl, echoing over the lands as he tore through the grass. As he neared, his time telling eyes fell opon all the obvious this-is-not-Ravine details. The wolf had sad blue eyes that looked nearly happy right now, and a weird marking. And no jewel. His racing paws hit the ground and did not move. His wings flickered out, stopping his movement more. His heart dropped for a single moment.
He took a small step forward. Be happy. That voice in the back of his head snarled. Go on. Pretend. No one knows the difference when you act so damned stupid. He swallowed sharply, and wagged his tail fast and hard. His wings flapped up and he reared back on two legs, woofing in such a voice that could only be called pure joy, "Hello! My friend, another wolf speak with for once? Happy day, happy day I must say. Don't you love it when the sun is so bright and warm?" His paws landed on the ground again when he finished, the lower half of his legs pounding on the floor- a pure act of playfulness. He knew no better. To be a pup was to be happy. To fool around, to play: happy.
((Bella wanted to be in this topic, but Guadalupe hasn't seen the light of day in a while. Not since DJ left. D= -waves at Kerri- ELLO THERE POPPET))
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Post by Imaginatio on Dec 5, 2008 13:52:04 GMT -5
His pelt prickling suddenly with the known presence of another, Mahli flicked his ears back and inclined his head. A wolf was bounding towards him, brilliant wings glinting in the sunlight. He tilted his head to one side, a little surprised at the appearance of the wolf, especially to find a wolf…with wings. He shook his head, pushing the thought away. After all, he was in another world. Perhaps anything could happen here.
As the wolf neared him, he noted by the length of its stride and the way it bounded, that it was actually a he. He stopped though, when he neared Mahli, as if uncertain about something. Mahli crouched lower, his ears flat against the back of his head, his muzzle low to the ground. Maybe he hadn’t noticed him after all. Then the wolf started up again, a look of apparent joy on his face, however Mahli was still cautious, and afraid. This wolf could mean immediate trouble for him.
“Uh…Hi? Yes... I guess it is quite nice..." He trailed off, his head dipping towards the ground. He shut his eyes, shaking his head from side to side slightly, and his paws twitched with apprehension. Already he felt like being sick, he wasn't sure he was ready to interact with other wolves yet, but the moment had come for him, and it had come all too soon. He swallowed, feeling dryness in his throat, and when he tried to speak again, nothing came out, so he swallowed again, licking his lips nervously.
"Sssooo where are you from?", he managed to blurt out, keeping his eyes flickering uncertainly from the other wolf, to his wings, to the ground. He wasn't sure where to look, so he settled for a piece of tall grass by his left paw.
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Post by pokeapache on Dec 5, 2008 19:13:59 GMT -5
This wolf was interesting, this wolf was curious and unusual. He didn't seem very friendly, but he wasn't the kind of wolf like the Monster Alpha of The Mountains. His ear flicked as he trotted closer but stopped when he felt that the other wolf might be uncomfortable. He would hate to upset a wolf that might be his new companion, even if this wolf seemed unlikely.
The wolf asked a curious question- where was he from...? Haha, that was silly! His paws carried him forward, his ears twisting ahead very forwardly, his nose dipped down a little and his orange eyes glowing boldly. "Why, where else would I be from! Aelyn is my homeland, silly! I've lived here all my life- oh are you from elsewhere? Why that's an interesting thought..." He mused out loud, coming ever closer and only pausing again when they were merely a tail length again. He was a strange wolf- he had a cute marking that reminded him of a bird flying over head with a really long tail that went all the way to the wolf's flank. But this wolf was not as superbly marked as him- he had swirls and sprirals and twisty dark blue markings across his aqua pelt that danced when he did.
His wings flapped curiously, as tiny and dove-like as they were, merely for decoration, and his tail swept back forth, making the grass under him swish back and forth with a funny sound- whoosh swoosh shhhh woosh... He smiled broadly. He had merely stopped for a breath in this hesitant moment before his thoughts fixed again and he remembered one little thing- he should give this wolf his name! Then the wolf would share his name, with luck, and then they could play! He would love to play with this wolf. The poor brute seemed anti-social or something rediculious.
"My name's Guadalupe!" The male woofed through his blue and white muzzle, his navy nose twitched and taking in the curious scent of the other wolf. He didn't smell like he belonged here- there was the smallest bit of... exoticness to him. Strange- he didn't even have wings like most of the wolves he knew had. At least he had markings, otherwise he would be boring...!
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Post by Imaginatio on Dec 8, 2008 15:55:10 GMT -5
Mahli was completely unnerved by this strange and unfamiliar wolf. He definately didn't seem to act as a normal wolf did, did everyone act as he did around here? He would have to adapt quickly if he wasn't to cause any trouble...
Guadalupe? He wondered whether it had a hidden meaning. It certainly was a long and extravagent name. Most of his siblings' names were either one or two syllables, and all reflected their personalities and uses within the pack. Of course his had to display something demeaning, though he preferred not to spread it around.
Gu-ad-a-lu-pe. He pronounced every bit of it in his head, unsure of the number of syllables. He rolled it around on his tongue, listen to it bounce about in his mind before letting it rest in the growing expanse of knowledge he gathered there.
Gazing at Guadalupe with wide childlike eyes, Mahli sat there for almost a minute before realising how rude he must seem. Of course! The other wolf had given his name, so he must have wanted to know his own! He pondered for a minute though. Should he give his true name? His birth name? One meant to scorn him for his life? Or should he cast it away, and make a new name up. One that would take him from his old life into this new one he would make for himself.
Indecision racked his consciousness, and finally he frowned, hsi jaw setting into a determined expression. He looked up at Guadalupe again, and licked his lips before replying, in a small and pathetic voice.
"Mahli...I'm Mahli" So he'd decided to keep his old name after all. Who knows? Maybe it would bring him luck. He would never know unless he gave himself, Mahli, a chance.
This confession seemed to give him a slight bit more confidence, and he smiled a little, his head raising itself up higher than he would normally have dared. Thoughts seemed to leap at him now, stringing together finally into coherent sentences. Unfortunately the irresistable urge for water was still ignited within him, and his paws were moving slowly to his left, a magnet drawn towards it's undeterring target.
"I'm not from here no. I can't remember how I got here. I might have died, but not really. All I know is that I don't know how to- or maybe don't want to- go back to where I cam from. For the now I'm happy here" He finished with a quick swish of his tail, the black slash through it a blurred line as he flicked it to and fro.
((Is there a linkeh to Guadalupe's profile? I wanta read up on heem XD. HAI THAR! *waves back* *twitches with fangirlism at Jenneths POTC quote*))
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Post by pokeapache on Dec 8, 2008 16:38:09 GMT -5
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Post by Imaginatio on Feb 10, 2009 10:17:34 GMT -5
((Miaow ^^. *bleats at you to reply* Plox?))
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Post by pokeapache on Feb 14, 2009 10:42:48 GMT -5
Staring at the odd wolf, Guadalupe continued to wage his tail and grin the more puppy-wolf grin he could, his wings fluttering and stirring up just about every bit of grass and fur he could with all of his small, flappy-wagging motions. The weird, arrow-marked plain wolf seemed to not respond for the longest time, just staring at him all weird and anti-social like and unnerving.
But Guadalupe didn't mind! He could take his time, maybe he didn't have a name! Maybe, perhaps, this wolf had forgotten his name. The bright blue wolf himself had once done that when he was little! Just a pup and he met a pretty little femme back when he still thought of them as annoying little girls. He laughed about it now, but back then he got all flustered about it, and ended up getting into a play fight with her.
Well! He wasn't going to mind if this wolf wanted to play fight if he felt stupid. He'd love that! Then the wolf before him frowned, twitching his muzzle up a little to stare at him a bit more straight in the face. Guadalupe- who had been twitching with energy and whipping around anything that wasn't a paw, suddenly stopped- as the wolf opened his maw and spoke again- ever so timidly! As if he was dangerous or something. The river-named wolf could have laughed, but nodded. Mahli! Maaahhh-leeeeeeeee~
This Mahli brute lifted himself a bit, looking a little bit more confident. Play? Please? Oh how Guadalupe would love to play with this new, strange wolf. The wolf went on to explain that he wasn't from around here, and Guadalupe nodded, his tail wagging again- slowly, carefully, not rapidly like before. But then he said- as he finished- he was happy here! That was good!
He grinned a wide puppy grin. "I like it here too! There's so many places you can go and there's plenty of wolves here! Most of them are really nice too... I've only know one nasty monster here." His eyes shifted to the mountain range to the north, his paws turning the earth. He had probably scared off his friend. Oh, if only he could find her again.
Shut up. No one cares. Talk to Mahli, he'll think something's wrong. Idiot. He shook his head, and grinned widely, his tail wagging furiously again and his small wings flapped feveriously. "Anything you plan on doing here?" He asked, changing the subject with a happy look upon his bright aqua face, staring over at the plain Mahli wolf he had met merely moment ago.
((Sorry >: ))
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Post by Imaginatio on Feb 23, 2009 7:24:02 GMT -5
((xD It's fine, I'm REALLY busy too xD ^^ *huggles*)) Mahli couldn't help but smile a little more at this odd and hyperactive wolf. He seemed so friendly, so...carefree. Perhaps he would like it here after all. Perhaps he could find a pack, or a family, and belong. This wolf was certainly friendly. Guadalupe had said most of the wovles around here were friendly, that lifted his heart. Friendly wolves, that meant good things. Perhaps he could be normal here.
"That's great Guadalupe. Nice.." he trailed off in response to the other wolfs comment about the inhabitants. His mind was wandering, off to a time he hoped in the future, where he would be accepted and not used as a means of venting ones anger. To be respected even, perhaps. He blinked and shook his head, shivering a little at the happy thought that touched the corners of his mind. One step at a time. He needed to fit in first.
"My plans?" Mahli paused. Other than fitting in, or being accepted, he didn't really want anything big. A place he could call home. Somewhere warm and dry to sleep. Normal, simple things any wolf would want. But somewhere, deep in his heart, he ached for something different. Something that material things couldn't replace, something...more. It was probably love. He wanted to be loved. He wanted to feel needed by someone.
Yeah, maybe that was it.
" At the moment, I really just want to find a pack, and be able to get a decent meal and a place to stay. I've been sleeping rough recently and I'd really like to sleep somewhere warm and dry with perhaps a full belly, or not on rocks or in some grass or behind a peaceful waterfall. Perhaps have a bath because I'm filthy at the moment, but no-where where anybody drinks and-" he cut himself off abruptly, realising he was rambling just for the sake of it. Figures. He meets one wolf who's nice to him and he can't stop shooting his mouth off. It was always the way. At least he hadn't told Guadalupe his life story. Yet.
"Know anywhere I could sleep? Or any good hunting grounds? I'm starved, and exhausted.". Again he spoke in one breath, not pausing very much between words. His tongue felt dry. Yes, he was hungry. And thirsty and tired. Of course, he felt tugged towards the west. He always felt a tug somewhere. This was a strong feeling though, and he had to dance a little on the spot, thinking about something other than his rumbling belly and droopy eyes to get himself to stop moving towards the west.
There was clearly prey and water that way. Otherwise he wouldn't have felt it. But he would not go that way unless Guadalupe told him that was where the prey was. He would not. He wanted to rely on someone else for once. Still, his paws tiptoed slowly to the west each time he shifted his weight, and he cursed himself a little each time they did.
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Post by pokeapache on Mar 9, 2009 19:40:04 GMT -5
Fighting off a rather strange odd to start chasing his tail, Guadalupe blinked when there was a sudden pause. Mahli- the odd timid wolf he had just met had asked a rhetorical question and he nodded excitedly, his feathery wings quivering with energy. He was grinning from maw to maw, as the rather plain wolf thought over the question for a long moment. The answer made his heart sink. A pack?
His ears flicked back distastefully at the word. Guadalupe... he wasn't a pack wolf. He wasn't good enough. His father had chased him away from his pack because he wasn't good enough. He was too childish, too hyper. Well, when other wolves were around. When the voices in his head whispered threats if he didn't. He shook out his fur, hopping to his paws, changing his focus [which was not surprisingly easy since he had such a short attention span] to the rest of what his friend had to said.
But he had stopped then, rather suddenly. His yellow-orange eyes stared at Mahli for a hesitant moment, and then his tail was wagging like a weedwacker-speed. The other male finished with three short questions and Guadalupe took them as seriously as he could. He nodded, although it was more of an "I'll help!" than an "This way!".... He ducked down and shoved off the ground in an attempt to jump up as high as he could, flapping his wings hard, and he spiraled- looking around to figure out where he was.
The grass flattened under the shift in the air from his wings, and within a second of his massive leap up he crashed down again rather indignantly on his side with a loud uff! It was there he laid for a good moment, panting for air with a glazed look in his eyes, before he scrambled up to his paws again with a rather confused look. "Well if we travel south we'll hit the big water. Not so good for drinking, but it's easier to find rivers there. And if we can find a river, we can find prey. I don't see much around here though, 'cept for some pack territories." He huffed, trying to avoid sounding a bit too numb. It was a force of habit.
Glancing at Mahli he noticed the wolf was slowly inching west. Towards packlands, of course. His nose flared as if he could still smell the nasty mountain brute. He grinned despite that however, his tail wagging. "But if you're looking for a pack, I'm sure we could go scout out over there. I bet there'll be just the perfect pack for you here. There's the forest pack, and the marshy pack, and the mountainy pack- which I suggest avoiding at all costs- and then there's the waterfall pack. I haven't met any of them muzzle to muzzle, but I know all the packs are probably looking for pack mem...bers..." He blinked, hesitating. Would it be best not to tell Mahli about the big evil in the packlands? He frowned for a moment, then wagged his tail and trotted around eagerly. "It's up to you really!"
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Post by Imaginatio on Mar 21, 2009 12:07:05 GMT -5
Mahli couldn't help but laugh a little at Guadalupe, he seemed a rather energetic wolf. It seemed as if he was little more than a pup, yet he was probably older than Mahli himself, Mahli just...felt older. He shuddered a little at that thought. Barely out of his teenage years, and Mahli was already thinking like an old wolf. Soon he would be slapping his lips together and complaining that his joints were aching.
That was when Guadalupe ran off and took flight. Mahli's jaw literally dropped open in this sight, and he whimpered a little uncontrollably, though more of amazement than fear. Still, there was a little fear there too. What else could these wolves do? Read minds? Heal? Bring back the dead?
Repressing another shiver, he scolded himself. That part of his life was over. He would stop being a pessimist, a new land a new life he had said. Nothing would bring them back to haunt him. Nothing.
"Excellent, right now water is good. I can focus on a pack later" For some reason, being with Guadalupe made him considerably less nervous. Maybe it was something about his childish ways.
"Ok, shall we go?" He asked, cocking his head and flipping one ear a little. His tail wagged as well. Perhaps he was picking up Guadalupe's odd, excitable movements. He was, after all, the only other wolf Mahli had met in this strange land. And the only wolf that had ever been nice to him or shown other interest in him. He felt very comfortable with Guadalupe indeed.
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