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Post by shadowed on Feb 4, 2010 15:27:11 GMT -5
Aila lay with her face in the dirt, smothered by the great amount of fallen leaves and leafless twigs. Her cheeks were stained with tears, for she was lonely and she was powerless to help the trees, no matter how hard she tried, to restore their leaves and see them glowing with life again. She had no way of knowing that this was a regular, annual occurance, and so she was terribly upset to see all of these trees perish amongst themselves, while she could do nothing to help any of them. She lifted her head as her paws scuffled with the leaves, tossing them side to side. She willed herself to heal them, and yet nothing could be changed. She stood and wandered to the nearest tree, placing her paws upon it, willing it to stand tall and brilliant again, but no leaves came forth and the tree stood motionless, its branches empty and starving.
The cub whimpered, shaking her head as she plopped down on her puppy rump. She had yet to face a time when her limited powers failed her, and this was perhaps one of the more upsetting situations she had faced in her short life. Besides, of course, her entire family dying by flame, but it seemed so long ago now that she could hardly recall it. This was quickly becoming her toughest dilemna, and she didn't know what to do about it. Her brow furrowed as she stared at the ground, wondering what she could do, wondering if there was any strength she could tap into to right this horrible occurance. But then, suddenly, a melodic song filled the air, and she found herself looking to the sky, her tall ears pointed forward. Where was the song coming from? If someone was howling, that had to mean there was another wolf somewhere, maybe close enough for her to walk and find it.
Rising to all fours, she took several heavy breaths and started forward, her stubby, bushy tail high and waggling. She was unsure of how to pinpoint the location of the howl, but she figured if she just kept moving this way, she would have to find someone sooner or later. Vibrant blue eyes focused ahead of her; all she could see were fallen leaves, orange and yellow painting the ground, and it seemed like she was surrounded by death. Tears welled in her beautiful eyes, and she was tempted to stop and try once more to bring life back to the forest. But she knew it would be futile, and this was a rare chance to find somebody else, perhaps someone that could help her. Aila was hungry, and she hadn't had a single decent meal since her family had been destroyed. She'd had merely the slim pickings to be found left behind by the predators and the scavengers. There was little to be said on the value of such insignificant morsels.
As she continued on, Aila found that her legs were growing tired, and she was beginning to shake from the exhaustion of moving with so little energy in her body. Time seemed to move slowly, though the strain on her body made her feel like she'd been walking for days. Finally, she could move no more, and she let herself crash to the ground. Frustration built in her as hunger gnawed greedily at her insides. "Ooh, why can't I find anyone?" she asked aloud, her tone cranky and fed-up, "And why can't I do anything to help you?" Her eyes again wandered to the helpless trees, and she shook her head. Her paws floundered in frustration once more, kicking up the leaves from the cold ground. Huffing, she put her head down and looked around from where she was. She noticed a rather high rise not far from her, and atop it there seemed to be a figure. Was someone there?
Squinting, she lifted her head and tried harder to look. Her eyesight had not fully developed, and she had difficulty seeing into the distance, but she was sure that somebody was there on top of that hill. "Hello?" she called out, dragging herself forward a bit, "Is somebody there? I think I can see you!" Her tired limbs could do nothing more than attempt to drag her closer to the fuzzy figure on the hilltop. Sudden, raw emotion flowed over her, and she couldn't help but to start bawling. Tears ran through the dirt on her face, and she looked a mess, but she was truly upset, and afraid that she was only seeing things. She hadn't met anyone since her family had died, and this might be her only opportunity for company. She had never really thought about what finding someone would mean for her survival rate, but she suddenly knew now that this was her only chance to continue living, for if no one could help her, she would surely perish.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 4, 2010 17:27:16 GMT -5
Weylyn
A magnificent song trilled throughout the forest. It was constant, both never-ending and ever-changing. The music was sweet and joyful, a song deeply missed in the lands as winter claimed them. It varied whimsically with high pitched trills, low steady beats, and whistles from low to high, and again from high to low; the tune of the yellow spring canary. A small bird, no larger than a young pup’s paw, sat comfortably at the top-most branches of the forest’s canopy. Sun peeked randomly through the thick, gray winter clouds wherever a break between them was found – acting as a small light show for the musical bird’s solo. Though the song was enormous, being heard through the Toko pack lands, the bird itself was only a black dot at the top of the tree. But if one were to fly up to see the soloist better, they would be shocked to find, not a bird of bright yellow, but a bird of grays and whites. The small canary’s feathers were mostly white, and it appeared to have the ‘husky’ marking of slate gray upon it’s back that reached to it’s short neck, down it’s two legs, and up and over it’s miniature shoulders. The bird’s wings were gray as well, but in two different tones. The wing on it’s right was a shade of gray extremely close to pure white, while the wing on it’s left was deeper in contrast. But the most spectacular feature of the odd creature was it’s eyes. Small beady eyes, the color of strong royal blue, seemed to capture the stars. They glittered and sparkled with silver, as if the ancestors had spilled a sliver glitter upon them at creation. But for right now, the bird’s eyes were shut tight with the joy of singing.
The small bird was Weylyn, and you’d never guess him to truly be a wolf; gifted years by the great spirits of his home. How he had always envied the song of the canary, before he could actually be one. His chest would always fill with the lurch of excitement whenever he heard one’s voice, and he would always follow the musical masterpiece to find it’s creator. Weylyn would spend hours merely lounging at the base of a tree, relaxing to the joyful symphony of the canary. And he would always feel blessed if another would fly in and join the first. He could never get enough of the small creature’s voice. As a wolf, he had his own unique song, but it was easily mimicked by a lone coyote, or even a yipping fox. And often the call of wolves would scare; it signified the gathering of predators, or the start of a hunt. It was a beautiful song, but struck fear in most creatures: nothing like the sweet tune of the canary. That was something that every creature, from the crawling ant to the roaming bison, could enjoy. After he had received his priceless gift from the great spirits – to know and be any creature – the very first thing Weylyn did was be a canary and sing.
The small bird’s feathers expanded and ruffled as it ended its song. He looked to the clouds, watching them lumber slowly through the sky. If a bird could smile, he would have, but his hard beak didn’t curve. Instead he smiled with his sparkling eyes, finding pure joy in the simple appearance of nature. A beam of sun peeked through the clouds suddenly, making the small bird flinch as it shone upon him. But as quickly as its warm rays had appeared, it had moved on, pushed foreword by the slow clouds of winter. The bird twittered quietly to itself, having enjoyed the sudden warmth of the sun only to have it taken away from him. He brought a single foot up to his body to keep it warm. The winter so far had been mild. Typical frigid temperatures, but no cruel ice storms or surprise blizzards like last year bore. He found it to be quite enjoyable. Though, in his opinion, the sky could have spat out more snow, rather than just lightly dusting the trees at night and leaving the ground bare. Snow was always fun to romp and play in, no matter your age. And though he was no longer the youngster he had been before, a good romp was fun no matter what. He imagined the perfect morning being waking up, and looking out from the Toko den, seeing the ground coated up to his elbows with pure white, fluffy snow. The perfect snow for romping through, the kind that kicked up into the air easily because of how light it was. Then after a morning of play, in the afternoon the sun might come out, warming the snow just enough to transform it from being fluffy and light, to being heavy and sticky. That snow was perfect for pressing it together, and stacking it to make a snow statue. That would be the perfect, winter’s morning.
Lost in thought, the small bird swayed gently on the branch as a breeze caused the tree to dance. The sudden movement drew him from his fantasies. Awakened to the real world, the bird gripped the branch with both feet, and spanned each wing out, one at a time, to stretch them. He drew in a deep breath, preparing to sing once more, but something caught is attention. Small gray head and white beak titled as he listened. Soft crying whispered through the trees. The bird’s brow furrowed, it sounded like a young child. His heart when out immediately at the thought, his mind picturing a small, lost pup on it’s own. Without a thought, the tiny canary leapt from his perch and flew through the trees, following best he could the cry. Many times he had to double back upon himself, having suddenly heard the cry behind him. But the small bird could see nothing upon the brown, leaf-littered floor of the forest. Canaries did not have the vision meant for spotting other creatures. He landed on a large branch of a bare tree, thinking desperately. A hawk, or a falcon perhaps? No, the branches in this part of the forest were much to close together for a bird of that size to fly safely. He could turn wolf, but he was worried about loosing the voice without a bird’s-eye-view. Desperate to find it’s owner, Weylyn resorted to radical measures. The gray bird glided quickly from it’s perch to the ground, and when it’s small clawed feet touched the soil, it was instantly a stag. The creature was tall with it’s long neck and cupped ears, a small rack of antlers – only five points on them – made it appear even taller. The creature looked just as the canary did in coloration; pure white underbelly with the husky marking slate gray on it’s back, each leg was a different shade of gray, while it’s eyes sparkled with silver-dusted blue. As a deer, he still stood tall and had excellent eyesight along with both speed through the trees and amazing hearing. Gray ears twitched, listening to leaves rustle and even a small mouse beneath the ground burrow. Then he heard the voice. He bounded through the forest, hooves pounding on the frozen ground.
Weylyn stopped at the very peek of rise, ears cupped and listening for the voice once more. If one were to look at him, it would be a majestic sight. A stag upon a knoll, standing tall with it’s head high and ears listening. The voice called again – female – and he knew where she was. His antler-bearing head snapped in her direction as the relief of finding her washed over him. No wonder he had not seen her as a canary, her fur made her nearly invisible against the forest’s brown leaves. The stag’s posture relaxed as it walked slowly to the young child. And as he stepped before her, he was a wolf, same gray husky marking with white belly and face, and each leg a different shade of gray. Weylyn’s brilliant blue eyes sparkled with stars as he looked down at her lovingly. His soft voice weighing down upon her with comfort, ”Are you lost, little one?” [/blockquote]
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Post by shadowed on Feb 9, 2010 0:42:33 GMT -5
Aila watched with her blurry eyes as the figure came forward, but as it drew nearer she could see that it was not a wolf. Fear clutched her heart for a moment, and she took several paces back. It seemed to move slowly, like it was in no hurry to reach her, and though that made her feel this creature was not going to harm her, she still felt suspicious. Why would a prey animal come near her? Did it want to seek revenge against a wolf pup for all of the kin it had lost to Aila's own kind? She shivered, backing herself against a tree, and then was amazed as the stag turned suddenly from deer to wolf before her eyes. Earthy, green orbs widened, and she did not know what to say, even when he asked her a question. Her mind could not really focus on what was being asked, and instead curiousity buzzed through her mind. Stars sparkled in his eyes as he looked down upon her with caring eyes, and it only drove her wonderment further.
"Are you a wolf, sir?" she asked, trying to be polite while her curiousity got the better of her, her little nose twitching toward him. He certainly smelled like one, but he had changed so easily, he could be anything. Tilting her head to the side, she examined him, looking at every white and grey hair. Connections were made in her mind, and she suddenly realized that he had to be a wolf. Deer were never the same colour as a wolf. They were like the soil of the earth, and they blended well with meadow grasses. He was more the colour of stone, like many wolves. Feeling like she might have been rude for ignoring his question, she straightened up and looked to his peculiar, though alluring, eyes. She wanted to respond, and opened her mouth to tell him that she was lost, but then she wondered if that was really right. Was she lost? If she went somewhere in particular, would she suddenly feel like she wasn't lost?
"W-well... I guess I'm lost, sir," she said, her brow furrowing as she tried to be logical, "But I don't really know where I would go to be unlost." Her eyes told of her uncertainty, and she could only hope that he understood what she was telling him. After all, it had been a while since she'd spoken to anyone, and it wasn't like she had been talking for very long anyways, young as she was. Sighing, she flicked her ears back, sorrow filling her young eyes. "I mean, how can I be found when there is no one to find me?" she questioned, pawing the earth solemnly; all of her family was dead, so how could anyone be searching for her? "Well, you found me... but does that mean I'm not lost now? Oh, I don't know!" She didn't know what to think, and it was beginning to frustrate her and she could feel herself becoming very upset. With no family, she had no home, but could she make some other place her home? Could strangers become family, or would she always be without? She had no idea; well, he was a grown-up, maybe he could tell her. Her eyes big and round, she looked to him, waiting for answers, hoping that he knew what to do.
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Post by shadowed on Feb 22, 2010 22:10:50 GMT -5
Ooc Aila's lonely, did you forget about her?
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 23, 2010 3:27:15 GMT -5
PM’d ya! : ]
WeylynHe watched her through his steady gaze as she seemed to tremble in his shadow. Though her soft eyes were at first wide with fear, Weylyn could show nothing other than a comforting mixture of relief, wonder, kindness, and even love upon his face. The drum within his chest still raced with the anxiety of his need to find her. But now she was before him, it slowly settled to its normal life-rhythm. He couldn’t help a curve to his chops, even though she seemed so scared before him. It had been long, much too long, since he had a young one in his presence. No pair within the Toko pack had ever expressed their love through birthing children before. And that had always saddened Weylyn. Children were miracles given to earth by the great spirits. He felt that miracles were exactly what the Forest land needed. Even though they had lived together, they were still distant from one another. A litter of pups was just the thing to bring everyone together as a family. Weylyn had high hopes that this new leader, Vanya, would bring life to the pack that had never been there before. It wasn’t that he expected her to take a mate by spring and birth her own litter by summer or fall. But Weylyn did fancy the notion. Perhaps she would name him as Gamma, guardian to the children within the forest. He had been Gamma before…but that wasn’t such a simple time…
Weylyn slowly lowered himself to his belly in front of her. The cold ground beneath him attempted to chill him through his hairless scar upon his chest, but the warmth of his heart prevented it. Now that he was lying down, his eyes were level with hers and he was no longer looking down to her. Weylyn never liked the thought of looking down to young ones. They were not simply small wolves in need of discipline and structure; they were so much more than that. Children needed knowledge and love, and most importantly, to feel that someone understood them. At eye level, a child wouldn’t feel looked down upon, or like the adult didn’t understand or want to understand them. Kids trusted when they could look directly into another’s eyes. Weylyn would go crazy if this lost child refused to trust him.
His soft smile broadened at her wonder. He had not meant to startle her when he changed, and was glad to see that her fear was nearly instantly replaced with childlike wonder. Weylyn had always loved to amaze young ones with his ability. He loved how they laughed whenever he became an ocean seal and juggled pinecones. He cherished how they would curl up close to him when he was a large lion and find warmth in his mane. But what Weylyn loved most of all, was to sing to them. His voice had always been incomparable with any others when he sang as a wolf, but he much preferred to sing as a small canary bird. No other creature shared that song, nor held any of the like tunes. Pups would clamor out of the dens at the crack of dawn when they heard the magical tune. Weylyn loved the sight of pups running, but he especially was joyful when it was him that they were running to. Their smiling faces and endless laughter would always melt his heart. Weylyn was determined to see a wide smile and hear joyous laughter from this little pup. As she spoke, he looked around, seeing no one. She did seem alone. He ran backwards through his memories, trying to remember if while in the air he had spotted anyone else in the area. But he had been so frantic looking for a small pup, he wouldn’t have taken any notice to an adult if he passed. Although, Weylyn supposed that if there was someone nearby, they would have been searching for this young one’s cries as well.
The worry and fear in her voice broke his heart, the poor, little thing. He wondered if she had wandered off from a possible nomadic family, but something in her words told her that it was not true. She had mentioned that she did not know if someone would even be there to find her. Weylyn was instantly troubled by this. Another might simply brush her comment off as a child’s frantic notion, but Weylyn had always understood the meaning behind a pup’s words, no matter how odd or out of place they may seem. He brushed his concern aside, less it show upon his face and worry her more. Starlit eyes sparkled with his encouraging smile. ”Now why would you think there would be no one who was to find you?” The words were spoke in a lulling tone. ”I have found you, haven’t I? You might have been lost, but now you are found.” He couldn’t resist inching a bit closer to her while on his belly. ”And now you are safe.” Reason for Editing: i cannit spel
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Post by shadowed on Mar 5, 2010 0:05:44 GMT -5
Aila watched the older wolf with wonder as he crouched down to her level, his soft smile ever reassuring and his starlit eyes showing kindness and care, a look she had seen only in those family members very close to her. She couldn't help but to smile back, despite her worries and woes. He did not seem like a mean wolf, in fact, she had decided that he was quite the opposite. She tilted her head, ears perked as he spoke to her, asking her why she would think there was no one there to find her. She was about to answer, to tell him that everyone she had known was dead, but he said something that made her eyes light up and her smile brighten. It was like the world had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she hadn't even known she'd been carrying it. She was found. She was safe. Her little puppy tail wiggled joyously, and as the male moved closer to her on his belly, Aila moved forward too, giggling as she leaned forward to flick her tongue across his nose.
The pup felt so relieved and she simply could not put it into words; she could only smile and laugh, her tail swaying through the air and thumping the ground, her tears already long forgotten. Just to hear from an adult that she was safe was enough to want to make her plop down and sleep the day away. A grown-up meant there would be security, company, warmth at night, and food. She licked her lips at the sudden thought, knowing she had not eaten in a long time; nothing decent anyways. Sitting up straight, she looked at the man who had found her, and pawed the ground in front of him almost shyly. "My name's Aila," she told him, sniffing at him, "What should I call you, sir?" She felt a little bit nervous talking like this, because she had never met anyone outside of her family, but this wolf's presence was already comforting, and she was sure that he would not do anything to make her feel more afraid. If anything, he was helping to take it all away.
Earthy green eyes suddenly glanced around, wondering if she would see anyone else soon. Back at home, there had always been many wolves around, so she wondered if she would soon see the appearance of many more new faces. It did not seem likely at the moment, and it made her wonder if this man was alone, just like she was. Looking back at him, curiousity was clear in her eyes. "Do you have a family?" she asked, looking around again before reverting her gaze to him, "Do you sleep in big dens with other wolves?" She couldn't help but to wonder suddenly what his life was like, and what she might expect if she was going to live with him and his maybe family. She hoped it was like home. The memories were dim, but she could still remember the warm fur surrounding her and all of the familiar, comforting scents and slow breaths as she and her pack slept. She had been without that for so long it seemed almost a dream, but maybe she could have that again. She whimpered, hoping that he would tell her everything, and all would be well.
Ooc Wow, now I'm way behind XD. So sorry, I have a new puppy and it's a lot of work, haven't even thought to post XD I'm probably going to be busy for the next few weeks, and sorry this post is kinda.. bleh.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on May 26, 2010 20:16:37 GMT -5
Weylyn
His gray ears flickered, excited, in rhythm with her giggles. Light flooded his eyes as she crept closer, mimicking as he had just done. Physically, his smile could grow no wider, not even when her light tongue kissed his nose. But even as his full attention was focused on her, Alia as she had told him, his mind was slowly trying to unwind the puzzle of why this darling youth was found all alone. He had known children to be abandoned before, not that he liked to even consider that possibility. His starry, blue eyes examined her with their smile. Weylyn didn’t think she had been left alone here. There was just something about her that spoke of a reason less cruel. Of course, it could have just been that he didn’t want to believe he had found an abandoned pup, so his mind refused to consider the possibility. Not wanting to possibly provoke any more tears, after they had been so easily dried, he didn’t ask where she had come from or why she was here. Weylyn didn’t need to ask if there was anyone with her, her comment of how there was “no one to find her” answered the question for him.
He gave a playful snort through his gray nose as she sniffed at him. ”I am Weylyn, dear.” His gray claws scratched the ground, showing playful excitement with introducing himself. ”And I am from the Toko Forest pack, we call this forest wilderness home.” Lifting his head from the ground he gestured to all the surrounding brush and the high canopies of spruce and oak with his head and chin. Looking back down to her, he smiled. ”And we have bigger dens than any of the other packs!” Weylyn overly emphasized his last statement, causing his calm voice to quiver in wonder. ”Why, someone like you could get lost in them!” Starlit eyes were wide with wonder as he attempted to captivate her with his tall tale. ”But, and I bet you won’t believe it, all the wolves here can hardly fit in them! Sometimes I have to sleep in the trees so that others can sleep inside! But, you’re so small Alia, you would fit perfectly in the warm spaces between others!”
The inflection on his voice was meant to spark Alia’s wonder and imagination. And Weylyn knew from experience, how wild some pups’ imaginations where if given only a small amount of fuel to run rampant. But not all of his words were stretched truth. He did, yes, sleep in the trees sometimes, but it was only because it brought him closer to the stars on clear nights. And anyone who knew Weylyn, knew he loved the stars. The fleeting thought made him glance momentarily to the sky, as if to see them shining their acknowledgement in the daytime, but the light sky above the canopy was a gray-blue on the overcast day. He blinked as he brought his eyes back to her’s, appraising her with warm, kindness once more. There was so much he wished to know about her, the spark of intelligence and memories was there in her green eyes. But he would not ask, all things worth knowing revealed themselves in time, he knew that.
”Alia,” His large head lowered to meet her eyes, ”Would you like to see these dens?” [/blockquote]
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Post by shadowed on Jun 14, 2010 0:17:37 GMT -5
Aila watched the older wolf, her eyes already shining with admiration for the male, trusting him entirely. She giggled again as he huffed at her nose, and her paw flew out gently toward his face. She mimicked his actions as he scratched the ground playfully, her little tail wiggling, before she fell back on her haunches. So, Weylyn was his name. She looked up and about as he motioned to the vast wilderness surrounding them, intrigued that this whole place was called home. She had never known that home could be so big, since before her family's death she had rarely ventured far from the den. Her eyes opened wide with wonder as he described the pack's dens, how they were so large she might get lost in them. She made a note to stay close to Weylyn, because she didn't like the thought of being lost again when she had just been found.
Her ears perked and she leaned forward as he got to the most exciting part, the wolves that inhabited this place. She was excited to meet them, to get to know them as her new family, if that was something acceptable to do. She smiled as Weylyn said she would fit right into the warm spaces between the other wolves; that sounded great to her! She had been isolated for much too long for any puppy to be alone, and she knew that it would be a great change to be amongst other wolves again. Just the thought of it helped alleviate all of her heart's aches and her mind's worries. However, she didn't like the thought of poor Weylyn having to sleep outside. "That sounds nice, but I want to sleep beside you!" she said, "Maybe someone else can sleep outside. Or... I'll sleep outside with you!" She laughed, knowing he would not mind her being close, no matter where he was. Besides, her neediness would not last long as she grew and matured, but for now she needed and craved the closeness.
And at last he lowered himself to her again, asking her if she would like to see the dens. She danced on the spot a little bit, her small tail moving joyously as she nodded her head vigorously. "Oh yes, can we please?" she piped up, yipping playfully. Despite her hunger, she felt like she wanted to bound up and down along whatever path Weylyn led her, though she knew her tired legs couldn't take it right now. She would just have to be patient and walk at whatever pace he chose, and let him guide her.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jun 21, 2010 19:44:27 GMT -5
Weylyn
Weylyn stood, holding a cheerful air about him. ”Why of course you can!” He shot onto his feet suddenly and leapt overtop of her. He brushed the tip of his gray tail over her, tickling her. ”But only because you said please.” With a swish of his tail, and a small wiggle of his hind quarters, Weylyn bounded forward two great steps before turning playfully to see if she was to follow his lead. A fond smirk curved across his face as he remembered how the quintessential had copied his every move just moments before. With confidence, he turned away from her, knowing that she would follow in his steps. He made an effort, ensuring that his right ones were bigger than his left ones, and then that his left ones were bigger than his right ones. His awkward walk was for no other reason that Alia’s amusement. The thought then struck him that he could add a little more to the child’s experience now, fun-for-fun was all good, but learning-for-fun could be even better.
He turned back to her, ears perked high with excitement. ”Alia, how good is your sniffer?” Weylyn twitched his nose and whiskers as a hint, just in case she wasn’t sure what he meant. This could be a great opportunity to give the pup a taste of tracking, although she didn’t really need it being so young. But he knew that learning at a young age was never a bad thing. After all, Weylyn could recall the very first lesson he was ever given. [/blockquote]
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Post by shadowed on Jul 27, 2010 12:37:12 GMT -5
Aila smiled when Weylyn stood, feeling the cheerful air about him as he did so. She was delighted to hear that they would be going to see the dens, and she watched in awe as he bounded over her, his tail lightly grazing her, tickling her pelt. She laughed and bounded forward to chase the tail, tripping over her puppy paws and landing in an exhausted heap. Shaking her head, she lay there for a moment and smiled up at Weylyn. She tilted her head as he mentioned the 'magic word'. Her short stay with her parents had taught her many lessons already, and she was a well-mannered young one, rambunctious as she may be at times. However, she realized now more than ever the importance of her manners. If she hadn't have said please, she wouldn't have been able to see the dens! How dreadful it would have been if he'd told her no, because she was a bad little girl.
Tail wiggling, she stood back up again and watched Weylyn move just two steps away, but his bounds were lengthy and graceful. Again, she looked at him with awe. He was so effortlessly powerful in comparison to her. She tried to copy his movements, but she was clumsy, and it took her many steps just to reach him. Panting, she moved closer to him, and then he started forward again. He made funny strides, and Aila giggled at his antics. She moved forward in a similar manner, shuffling her paws with little steps and then striding with outstretched legs, just for the fun of the moment. She sat back, staring up at him as he turned back to face her again with a look of excitement about him. "My sniffer? she asked curiously. She saw his nose and whiskers twitched, and a light-bulb went off in her head. "Oh! she exclaimed, lifting her nose to the air. She inhaled swiftly, taking in several wiffs at a time. She could smell all the plants around them, she could smell the earth; those things would always stand out most to her. But she could also smell Weylyn, and she realized that she must learn to recognize his scent. After all, she had known all of her family by scent before she could even see them.
Her leafy green eyes turned upon Weylyn once more, wondering why he had asked about her nose. She thought her nose must be pretty good if she could smell everything at once. She didn't realize that there was a lot more to sniffing than just sniffing; she knew nothing of tracking, and how one must identify one scent amongst many in order to follow it. "My sniffer's really good!" she said proudly, "I can smell everything." Her smile was ever brighter as she gazed up at her new guardian, wondering how amazed he would be by her. She wasn't aware she was most likely going to learn something new, but it wouldn't take long for her to realize that there was so much more to this world, and there were so many opportunities to learn something new every day.
Ooc Wow I'm so sorry, I cannot believe a month has already passed since you posted. Time goes by wayyyy too fast XD
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Post by shadowed on Jan 4, 2011 6:05:44 GMT -5
OOC:: I'm still here if you are. PM me if you've got stuff going on and can't respond, lemme know if I should keep my charrie going here
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