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Post by kerrigan on Jan 15, 2010 23:57:55 GMT -5
well, it had been a while since she'd last spoken up and decided to offer a bit of story. kalial didn't mind that she hadn't taken the time tot ell of what had happened. and a lot had. she'd meet bastek, talked to another wolf, met others. the alpha calls and constant howling from the pack lands had become a daily occurrence, one that could annoy or inspire depending on her mood. lucid's howl had not scared her, only provided some little niggle of damn i have to move in her mind. she wasn't made for a pack. not being able tot talk kinda drove wolves away. not that her lack of voice box mattered much in that way. kalial had no problem expressing herself. her telepathic ability, easily her access to the world and mind of others, was used with skill and without problem fro politeness or unwanted company. she didn't care much. people got used to it. and she wasn't flat out rude or anything. she knew where the line was. usually. and really if she was being truthful with herself she knew that bold, straight forward bark was followed by no bite at all. she was so busy being an extrovert her cautious, loving heart was kept carefully shielded. not that she would appreciate anyone pointed that out even herself. it just wasn't her personality. she was kick ass and that's just how it was supposed to be.
so it was kind of a niggling sense of not-being-herself as she pushed her broad chest through the long, brittle grass. it wasn't that she was running. no, kalial would never fun. as if! but she was making her way out of the land. some would see it as a necessity; something that needed to be done. kalial just didn't want to risk being injured by some power crazed brute flying around like a wannabee demigod. idiot. she could not believe he was just going to prance in here and take over. and the damn loner wolves were no better. pussies. how dare they just scuttle away they roaches when a light was turned on? we they wolves or roaches? really, it was embarrassing. kalial was sure if everyone had stood up and got in the brutes ugly mug they would have been able to keep there land. but nooo. they were all scared. shouldn't even be called wolves. more like friggin' mice if you asked her. and of course no one did, but that was beside the point. she hadn't met another wolf in her whole trip through the plains. actually, she hadn't even met that alpha who thought himself better than everyone else. what sorta claim as he staking? in name only? good luck with that.
but she was making her way out of the kumori plains anyway. but she wasn't scuttling with her tail between her legs. if anything she walked as if she owned the place. which really, she did all the time no matter where she was. it was just her way. even with her short stature and slim, feminine build she was a fire cracker. there was just an air about her that said 'butt-kicking female, watch yo'self boy'. it wasn't a made up, trying-to-hard image either. oh no, kalial would not be a poser. she just was and had been and would be. she was herself and unlike most she did not even try and control it. she was a wild child, her mother had called her such many times in a faintly amused tone that had always made kal smile. this was one of the reasons kalial would not be able to join a pack. ignoring the fact she just didn't want to join one, she was also stubborn, loud, and unable to take orders without offering some sort of 'but what about this?'. alphas did not apparently like that. tight asses. pfft. she could not believe they didn't want to here other voices. it was like, you aren't a dictator, dude. we make up the pack so listen o us. we can leave you know. it just had never stuck well.
but anyway. she didn't know where she was going. maybe she'd try and find a way off this bloody island. swim to a smaller rock. find one of those portals. maybe the ancestors would have an answer to what she could do. because they knew she wouldn't fit in. no one could handle her. no one would try. which was almost sad. she didn't like to dwell on that because it made her feel like a weak little female crying in a corner. and oh hell no, was kalial opinion on that. she probably had a few more hidden somewhere. kalial had a lot of opinions. she'd never really had a male fancy her. probably because they were scared of her, she'd long ago decided. but she was a pretty enough female. she was small, a good size for any brute who liked shorter faes. her pelt was a cream, not really white, but lovely colored nonetheless. her markings were a light, feminine purple. stripes on her neck and lower legs. solid around her eyes, on her ears and toes. she was lovely, not that she payed much mind to that. her neck fur was spiked out, soft to the touch but long and crazy looking. actually, it made her seem less docile, more like a on-the-edge female. which she was. she had very little going on color-wise, but her personality was to die for. or she thought so.
who wanted a male to walk all over you? really, it was a stupid though. they were so not allowed to take you down by calling you names. and hell no to being protected all the time. she wasn't weak and she could fight better than most. actually, she loved to fight. her muscles itch for the feel of a heavy body snarling under hers as fangs snapped for necks. it was just so fun. but males thought that weird too, so screw them. and she just did not understand what the deal was with weak guys. did they have to hang all over you? no, they did not. her old friends in the land she'd been born in thought she'd had too high of standards. blah to them. she just wanted to be her and be loved because of that. it wasn't too much to ask. she'd die without a mate before she settled. ew. whoever did that just did not deserve the time of day. she needed a strong male. kalial knew this, better than most knew what they wanted. she didn't have an exact image, but she had the broad details. she didn't give a damn about looks. what female only looked for that? the shallow ones that's who. those flashy, showy, girly creatures that made her want to vomit. otherwise known as sparkledogs. appalling animals. but she needed someone strong, someone who would - she'd decided this early and with some reluctance - shove her a bit when she was being too serious, would play when she was excited, and wouldn't handle any shit she dealt out. because come on people, she was so not serious with everything she said. get over yourself and joke. it wasn't that hard.
but she wasn't here to think, though it helped to fill the time. actually, she didn't know what she was doing. maybe she was wondering which direction to go. yeah, that was probably it. her head tilted as she stopped on one of the many rises. she could see the thin line of the forest pack, the faded peaks of the mountains, the shimmery water color of the marshlands, and more trees for the waterfall pack, a bit of mist hovering. all appeared faint by distance. closer, she could see one rock spearing up, tall and solid. the sacred circle was only about a half mile away. her breath sighed out into the bitterly cold hair, the wind picking at her pelt, blowing randomly. she smiled at it. great job, she decided. even the wind could not give her a direction. she blinked, her eyes dark with sudden worry. for all her big attitude, she had no where to go. no pack would take her and she wasn't stupid. a bunch of wolves could take lucid, but one wolf alone? not. she was a good fighter, and physically strong, but her size was a disadvantage and her powers? non-existent for any real battle. where to go? it was not an easy choice. she sat down with a light thump, tilting her head up slightly and closing her eyes and she thought. the wind smelled of many things, of water and marsh and trees and snow. it was mostly silent, the heavy clothes hanging low, though snow did not yet fall. it was as if the world waited for something. for anything. giving options, trying to help. maybe trying to save another loner wolf.
ooc - all done open for anyone. and someone please post. kalial is so much like me and i really need a character to rant through xD word count - 1554
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Post by Imaginatio on Feb 8, 2010 15:39:00 GMT -5
These past few weeks had not exactly been the best for the young wolf. Aside from the fact that prey was not as plentiful as it used to be, he seemed to be a little out of his game and so had little to eat, Lucid was also terrorising the Plains lands, havign claimed it as his own. The brute shuddered, huddling back furhter into his makeshift den. He had been afraid to leave the oversized rabbit warren for a few days now, sure he had a little food left but he'd rather stick it out here than risk being caught out there. Lucid was looking for an uprising, an army.; Mahli certainly wasn't a fighter, the only thing he was really good for was finding things and then only if the situation is dire.
In fact he hadn't left for so long that moss and leaves now littered the entrance to the 'den' covering the entrance by more than half. The snow had weighed down the foliage above the warren, making it fall down into the hole below. A part of him wondered whether or not he would actually be able to dig himself out of the warren, or if he'd be stranded here and eventually starve to death.
He guessed it was better than confrontation with Lucid. The brute made him shiver, the very sound of his voice instilled fear in so many and tales of Lucidity's deeds had sparked like wildfire all throughout Aelyn. It was hard to believe that the brute was actually here and claiming the Kumori Plains as his own land. Mahli felt that sickening sense of being trapped in a haven, and he could do little to stop the bile rising in his throat every time he thought about that monster running lose upon the fields which were supposed to be for all and none.
Shaking the dust from his fur, the brown wolf blinked a few times, a tickle in his nose making him sneeze, before contemplating the rumble in his stomach. He would have to go out for food sooner or later as the bones from his last meal were strewn about the floor and he had already picked apart anything remotely edible. He shifted his weight upon his four paws, getting used to standing again and dipped his head, dragging his left paw forwards to scoop a hollow out of the dried leaves and mould.
It was heavy going even for such a mundane task and for a moment he did fear that he would remain trapped in the warren, but soon he saw the little acre of light enlarge and he had to shield his eyes from the harsh sunlight as it cascaded into the hole, illuminating for him the hovel he had been living in for the past few days.
He coughed dry dust as he emerged, his limbs quivering as he felt weak from lack of food, his tail dragging down upon the ground all vigour it once had completely lost. He wondered briefly whether his mother and siblings were still alive and eating well. His mother had always made sure all of her legitimate children ate like little princes and princesses...
His fear and denial of Lucid's conquer of the Plains had claimed a great deal of his strength. Mahli had immediately hidden, grabbing as much small prey as he could to store himself up. It was almost as though he were hibernating, although never having any kind of experience nor natural talent for it he wildly misinterpreted the amount of food he would need. Yet he feared leaving his hovel so he rationed himself, slowly wearing himself down until only the bare bones remained.
His fur clung in places to his bones and hung in places. He was weak and malnourished, certainly no fit fighter and it would take at least a good few days of solid eating and then another few of solid rest before he would be even mildly suitable as a fighting brute. Then again, he was never a good fighting brute, perhaps if he announced himself to Lucid the Alpha of the Mountains would merely scoff and let him live in peace upon the plains so long as he stayed out of the way. And perhaps the sky will reign fire and he will be hailed as the king of the mome raths.
His stomach lurched and he dry heaved onto the moss and twigs. Sarcasm certainly wasn't becoming on an empty and queasy stomach. His ears twitched, his bright blue marking burning upon his chin. His panicked eyes darted about, sensing and scenting something nearby.
It was a fae, strolling with some certain purpose. He scented the way she moved, the deliberate, thought out movements of the fae, she was on a mission. He shrunk back, fearing for a moment that this was Lucid's fae, Mira, although this fae's scent was more irritated than anything. He would have imagined Mira's scent to be of accomplishment, or of ambition. He cleared his aching throat, swallowing to get a little moisture into his mouth before calling out to her, just as she emerged from a small copse of trees.
"Excuse me...? Are you...I mean...." His voice was cracked and dry, it hurt to talk but he forced himself nonetheless, though now he wished he had thought about what he was to say a bit more. He found himself trailing off, looking at the fae apologetically, perhaps even waiting for her reply to his pathetic attempt at a query.
Words: 937 OOC: Mahli needed some luvvin', and really sorry Ker if the end is kind of...shit Dx.
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Post by kerrigan on Feb 13, 2010 2:41:42 GMT -5
Her mind crinkled back, pressing back into her skull in one section as something touched it. Her pelt gave a ripple of irritation, the feeling zinging through her body as if her power was directly in contact with her nervous system. Her ears cocked back, and then swiveled around like mini satellites. She didn't hear anything physically, but that crinkled in her mental blanket was abnormal. It only did that when other made contact. And her analogy to a blanket was as close as she could get to the feeling. It was like making your bed, and spreading a thick blanket over it without any ripples. It's just you and the blanket. Then someone walks in and sits on your bed, making the blanket crinkle up as they push it away unknowingly. Odd, really, an itching, irritating feeling, but a good alarm system. Her thick mind blanketed many things, but it wasn't too far. Just slightly out of her rang of hearing for normal sounds, like paws and speaking tones. She didn't even look around, knowing she wouldn't see anything of importance in the long grass of the plains. Soon enough the scent would reach her anyway....Oops. She took it back. The wind was blowing opposite the mind-touch.
It was amusing. Funny, really, how fickle the wind was. Some called it unconscious, something that was thoughtless. But she had always considered it a friend. There was no other way to describe the sudden changes for or against. The sudden tugs on ones pelt, against one's ears, to go forward, or to go back. Those times usually led into danger if ignored, and pleasure if followed. Kalial had long ago decided the wind was a way for Fate to encourage and prod the mere mortals into the correct direction. But like many, Kalial like to ignore it and find out where she could go without the pleasing eye of those above. But today the wind was not strong at all. It hadn't been since Lucid had taken over, and when it did rise, it gave a great howl and flung itself at long furred sides and flattened the grass. It pleased her to see the grass swaying lightly, and to feel the prickly of blistering cold from a friendly wind. She snapped at it suddenly, feeling it slide over her tongue and a shiver flickered through her frame even as she resumed her position.
Her nose quivered, and still no scent. She let out a breath of air, a laugh if she could have made a sound. Yeah. Humorous alright. She repositioned her feet, long claws scrapping furrows in the dirt that was reachable through the grass, and a crackle from that very grass that covered it. She wondered what this wolf was going to be like. Her eyebrows rose and she cleared the wrinkles, spreading the blanket over the wolf. It wouldn't notice or feel it of course, but Kal could feel the lump of another presence. She had only recoiled from shock, an early alarm system, but now she scanned it for details to who was approaching. Male. Or it could be a very strong female, but she was certain the mind felt masculine. No, she didn't read it, that wasn't her style, but wolves gave things away without thinking about it and some things no one could hide. Not Lucid. That much she could figure out in a second. There was no anger, or distorted regalness to this beast, just a hesitant and worried feeling. If this was Lucid, she was eating her foot. No one of such tall tales could be like this. Not weak, but not any sorta vicious she'd ever seen.
And if it was Lucid? Why, he could even join her in a dessert of her tail. She cracked a smile, her jowls dragging back to her white teeth flashed. Very interesting thought. A psychologist would have a field day with that. But then again, Kalial was always having weird thoughts. There was really nothing taboo in her mind. She didn't have a filter or a 'NO DON'T' block to her mind. If it popped up it was stuck and sometimes it even came right out as a speech-thought. Which could sometimes turn bad since some wolves didn't like the truth. And Kalial liked to spit out her first thought of someone or the first answer that came to her. But she didn't mind it. It was that or be constantly angry. Fact was, she liked it. Made her odd, and unpredictable. Sure she could be polite, and yeah she knew manners, but jeez, she wasn't going to freak out about making a mistake. It was wolf nature, and she wasn't going to apology because she had said something friendly. Her body moved as she felt the male moving closer, and she knew he was aware of her presence. Well, good then. She'd have someone to talk to.
With that thought in her mind, she popped to her feet, large paws splayed wide in a confident, firm, interested line. Her head was high, her tail in a comfortable zone. Her nostrils flared, as the wind finally gave her his scent. Yep. male. And smelling a little stale there buddy, she thought, holding that one back this time. She lifted a paw then set it down, curious eyes staying in his direction, the bright purple watching for movement. And then the grass swayed and a male walked through, looking a bit worried. Her head sharply cocked curiously, ears tilting forward and chin buried in her spiky mane. It was a cute look, but also a very beautiful one on the fae. She stared at him as he spoke, his voice so sandpaper like she barely knew what he was saying. When she got the meaning of it she snorted, rolling her bright eyes even as her mouth opened and a checkered tongue lolled out. Her mouth didn't move, but all the same the words were given.
"Me? Me be that crazy bitch? Man, do you have your wires crossed." [/color] ooc - i love kalial. her wit thrills me word count - 1034
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Post by Imaginatio on Apr 26, 2010 19:14:30 GMT -5
His ears flopping back and his breath escaping him in a loud sigh, Mahli's first reaction from the mind projection in this fae was that he was more tired than he had initially thought. This fae couldn't have spoken without moving her mouth could she? Perhaps he was delirious and this fae didn't even exist, perhaps she was a figment of his deluded imagination, sent to make him feel better and to ease his passing onto the next world.
Then again she had mentioned Mira without Mahli ever mentioning it himself. Perhaps she was a taunting delision, one to finally send him over the edge into spiralling madness, one designed to make him writhe and pass his last moments in agony. Or perhaps he was just going crazy anyway, analyzing the fae due to one simple sentence that she had not even spoken.
It might have even been his own imagination that spoke, and that she was simply watching him, waiting for him to finish his stupidly started sentence. After all, he hadn't even managed to finish the sentence before trailing off pathetically. His ears dropped and out of habit, he whimpered submissively, silently apologising for his rudeness.
But when it came down to it, he had heard a voice, and not his own one either. Surely then, as the only other wolf around and as a fae - the voice that had entered his head was clearly female - it was obvious that the voice he heard should have been hers? He was too afraid to ask her how she managed to speak without moving her mouth, or how she managed to get inside his head so he simply avoided asking questions about it.
In these strange and unfamiliar worlds, unnatural powers were commonplace so he could only assume that this fae had some power to allow her to communicate telepathically. It was odd to think that he, who had tried to hide his ability to seek out things he needed for fear of further rebuttal of his mother and siblings, would meet so many new wolves who flaunted their powers so obviously. He hoped one day that he would have enough confidence too to openly show his power, and perhaps even show it with pride.
Perhaps that day would not come, even now he felt weak and shaky, and his legs could barely hold his weight, little as it was. He needed to get some food in his belly, and fast.
It seemed this fae was not on Lucid's side, especially since she just called Mira a- well, no need to repeat it. This reassured him, and prompted him to speak once more.
"Uhm, can I stick with you? Two better than one and all that. I take it you're not going to stand for Lucid either..." He trailed off again, embarrassed at how obvious his stand against Lucid was, from the look of his pelt and stature.
Words: 494 OOC: Sorry for the EXTREMELY long wait Ker, I've just had no muse recently >.< But I'll try harder!
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Post by kerrigan on May 1, 2010 23:52:24 GMT -5
Whoa ho ho! She seemed to have surprised the brute. Well, that was cause for celebration. Despite not being a drama queen, she still love seeing the reactions of others. While she didn't go out of her way to be weird, she didn't do so to hide her over the top personality either. She enjoyed watching his face as he tried to decide if he had imagined her speaking or not. Good luck there, really. Her ability to speak physically may have been removed, but her telepathy? Daaaamn nature was good when it came to adaption. Or Lady Luck was being favorable toward her the day she was born. A more useful power couldn't have been given to her. She liked being able to verbalize her thoughts, even in such an usual way. It always seemed to get the point across clearer and for that she was grateful. Why it should seem this much of a shock to a canine that lived in Aelyn of all places, she'd really like to know. She wasn't reading his mind, because she really didn't feel like it. She was only projecting and considering some of the powers she'd seen around her gift was more natural. She snorted at that, but let it go. Maybe he was giftless, and so chose to ignore and find others with powers odd? She'd soon find out.
Kalial didn't have a problem asking questions.
She flicked her ears forward, wondering if he would ever reply. They were like sitting ducks out here. Sure, she'd been placing rump to dirt for a good sit-down musing but that as different. She wasn't talking and calling attention to herself, like a meet-and-greet such as this would. Not that she was so drastically afraid of Lucid and Mira and his sort, but she had a healthy respect for their power and ability to harm her and she'd prefer steering clear of those particular beasties. But here she was, making friends with some odd male that couldn't form sentences. Maybe she was testing that dear Lady again, as she had when she was born. Oh well, it was really no matter. If Lucid came, she'd see if she could sneak off...or not. Maybe not "sneak" since that would be the wrong word, but the equivalent of such without having her tail tucked firmly between her legs. She was too proud for that, but not stupid. Fleeing was key, as many loners had when he'd yowled a claim. Pricks. They just needed to conquer everything.
She huffed a breath and noticed the male seemed to be accepting her odd speaking. She suppressed the need to sarcastically encourage him like some puppy she'd found. She only accomplished this because she clench her teeth hard enough to feel pain. She knew such a comment would be rude, and taking totally wrong, sos he didn't say it. Although she wouldn't have meant anything by it - and she would have forgotten soon after - others had these strange ideas she was trying to be rude and step all over everyone else's toes. Which was a seemingly rude idea. Why judge everyone that way? She shook her head, dispelling these useless thoughts. Jeez, was she scatter brained today. Her tail curled in a questioning arch as she tilted her head toward the small, shaky male, curious at his reply. When he finally did pipe up, he stared at him a moment, astonished. What a singularly strange thing to ask? Stick with her? She'd gotten used to going anywhere she wanted and this male wanted to stay with her?
She considered him a moment, giving her is attention as she analyzed him. He was weak, and small. A little on the scrawny side and very timid. At least she knew she could call the shots in that relationship. He wasn't an aggressive thing and currently she saw no threat of him or psychosis she'd have to worry about. but you never knew with these loner types. She cocked her ears back and thought about her response before shrugging her muscled shoulders. "I guess so, since we both sorta need to get outta here. And once I get you a little fatter you can help me take down better food.". This statement of what he would do could be taken as rudeness, but it was just her way. He had asked, so she had accepted with her changes. She flicked an ear forward and shook out her spiky mane, gazing at him shrewdly with one eyebrow raised. She'd remembered something as well and a grin flitted across her muzzle, cover by the slide of a checkered tongue over jowls.
"Since we're gonna be traveling, I suppose names are important. Not Mira you know, but I'm Kalial. Kal or Lial is fine, take your pick of any of the three. What's yours?
ooc - it's okay. word count - 839
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