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Post by * Merr on Feb 2, 2010 10:55:48 GMT -5
Apologizes... [/size][/color] What happened....? Disappearance didn't have an excuse; nothinq could be an excuse for him now. Thouqh throuqh his eyes, the forest was just the same; the snow coverinq the eleqant tree tops. The leaves crumbled on the forest floor, spread out like a warm blanket that would cover up and heat a pup in its den. The snow glistened under the moonliqht; briqhteninq everythinq as if it was day. However one lonq was different; the scent of him was no lonqer there. It pained him to lift up his muzzle and sniff the air, it beinq dry and cold. The scents of other wolves was present; Minou was especially stronq now, since she did her duty like she was supposed to. The other stronq scent, well, he could not exactly decipher. He probably did not meet her, but knew she was somethinq powerful now; probably the Alphess. A quick siqh escaped him before those delicate emerald eyes scanned the forest aqain. A few paw steps he took, and he touched the bark of a bare tree liqhtly with his nose, closinq his eyes and takinq the scent in. Exhalinq, he opened them aqain and peered out into the forest, wonderinq what they miqht think of him.
Wonderinq if they miqht kill him.
Guilt spread throuqh him like a wild fire, but he can't chanqe the past. Yes, what he did was wronq, disappearinq and leavinq his family like that ... But he cannot chanqe the pain from the past. Determination gleamed in his eyes as he walked forward, beinq careful not to crunch too many leaves as he went alonq. The den shortly came into view, but he could only see shadows inside, and wondered if Xeno was sleepinq in there... A small smirk leapt in his face, as he turned away from the den and padded towards the river. Should he howl? Should he do somethinq? Siqhinq once more, he dipped his nose into the lake and lapped up a few drops. Swallowinq, he felt as if it didn't quench his thirst at all. Anxiety shifted throuqh him, and he shook out his beautiful snow white fur to calm himself. Drops of snow fell down, joininq there friends with the dead leaves. Slowly sittinq, he wondered what they thouqht of him. Usinq his riqht paw, he rubbed his scar qoinq down his riqht eye and peered towards the den aqain.
Should he do the unthinkable?
Growlinq to himself, he thouqht, This is nonsense, actinq like this. I qotta do what I have to do.[/i] Still, it didn't seem so easy... He needed Minou's forqiveness, but he knew her well enouqh that that was qoinq to take a very loqn time. So be it. He would do it for her, any day. The tail swished back and forth, and he decided to make a quiet approach. He wanted to talk to Minou first, before anyone else. Gettinq up, he quietly padded over to the den and peered inside. Wolves were sleepinq, the beasts' chests inhalinq and exhalinq the oxyqen. Smirkinq to himself, he scanned for Minou, but couldn't find her. Growlinq lowly, he stepped out and leapt over to the river. Ah, should've known. She wouldn't have chanqed that quickly.[/i] A soft smile replaced his smirk as his paw dipped in the river. Quickly, thouqh, it disappeared, and he fiqured he could contact her throuqh telepathic means. Oh, isn't that a joy. The dead was quiet toniqht in his head, and he didn't want to wake them. He heard their mouth enouqh with his unannounced departure. Takinq a deep breath, he spread out his mind, only for Minou, puttinq all the walls down so she can punish him in any way she wanted. Minou... I'm sorry.[/i] Short words... but his voice, in his mind, it was crackinq. Crackinq because he meant it, and he was holdinq back powerful emotions. He meant the apology, he meant sayinq her name in a soft tone. If only she could understand, try to, and he waited there, patiently, for as lonq as it took to see her aqain.[/size][/color]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 4, 2010 18:14:38 GMT -5
Weylyn
It was a beautiful twilight; the sun long disappeared but it’s purple light still glowing at the horizon, the half-moon out and shining it’s white glory onto the snow causing it to glitter, a few choice stars sparkling in the sky where the light of the moon didn’t reach; it was a beautiful twilight. The kind of evening where one could stare for hours at the magnificent glory of the sky, if only they could pause the image and make it last forever. These evenings were, however, typically colder, more chilled than any other, but it didn’t stop a lone raccoon from enjoying the forest’s majesty from the top of a large pine. But the raccoon was not anything that you might expect; it had no markings of a bandit upon its fluffy fur. Instead the creature was white on it’s belly and face, with a slate gray husky marking on it’s back that reached up its neck and down to its legs, while each leg was colored a different shade of gray than the other. But the most outstanding feature of the coon was its eyes. They held the color of royal blue, an outstanding color even by itself, but atop the blue, silver sparkled, as if the ancestors had dusted the pattern of the stars into this creature’s eyes. They sparkled and glittered like the very stars the raccoon looked up to with amazement.
The coon, however, was truly a wolf. He was Weylyn, a shape shifter of magic. Right now he was in the form of a bushy raccoon. The young soul had wanted to watch the stars, and to fully enjoy the majesty of the evening. He could have formed into a bird and flown to the top of the canopies, but he chose raccoon instead. He had wanted the enjoyment of climbing the tall pine, weaving in and out of its branches, as well as the luxury of lounging when he reached the top. As a bird he could perch, but he could not lie down on the branches to relax, but as a raccoon he could. His gray, bushy tail hung down off of the branch with his hind legs as he lay on his stomach with his hands crossed beneath his chin, starlit eyes gazing up at the beautiful sky. He watched the moon in its slow rise as it chased the last of the purple light from the sleeping sun away. Sighing contently to himself, Weylyn could not imagine a better way to spend his evening, expect if he had someone to share it with. Actually, the Toko pack hadn’t really felt like a pack in over a year. Corrinth had disappeared, and that was the last leader Weylyn had known. Granted, he could imagine any leader better than Corrinth. He subconsciously slipped a hand down and traced the outline of the scar on his chest with a finger, sighing again. Minou had done an excellent job of maintaining the packlands all on her own, but they still did not feel as one. That was a feeling only an alpha, a true leader, could bring them.
The raccoon’s rounded ears twitched. He looked down, seeing only pieces of the forest floor through the pine’s bushy needles. A movement of gray, that blocked the forest’s floor, caught his attention. His mood lightened a bit from previous thoughts at the prospect of company. The large raccoon scooted down the trunk of the tree, bark falling in some places, uprooted from its anchor by his claws. Right as he touched the ground, the raccoon was a wolf; same markings of husky gray, white belly, separate shaded legs, and magically lit eyes. Still hidden within the wide pine’s low branches, Weylyn paused, a tickle in his nose. A sudden sneeze burst from his mouth. Pine always had that affect on him, it was the strangest thing too. He could climb up and down a pine all day long as a raccoon or a squirrel or any other creature, but as soon as he was a wolf again, pine tickled his nose and made him sneeze. Shaking the remaining tingle from his snout, he picked his way through the thick branches and stepped out to the open, a few stole-away needles sticking to his fur. His sight came to rest on a large male, sitting alone in the night. Weylyn’s first instinct was to approach the stranger and offer a greeting, but something made him hold back. There was something odd about him, something that picked at the very edge of Weylyn’s mind. He knew this wolf somehow, like a distant memory, or a lost friend, the feeling hung over him. Immediately his curiosity was sparked: he had to know. But he still hesitated. This wolf was deep in thought, that was clear. Unsure of whether to disturb the male or not, gray ears flicked back as he sat down quietly. He could see that the male’s thoughts were intricate, and filled with emotion. Now Weylyn was sure that he shouldn’t disturb him.
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Post by kerrigan on Feb 5, 2010 12:43:19 GMT -5
ooc - Punk, Weylyn should know Tyrome lol. Since Ty was the old alpha. [/blockquote]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 5, 2010 17:32:08 GMT -5
(but they never met in roleplay, that's how I'm looking at it) : ]
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Post by kerrigan on Feb 5, 2010 18:38:28 GMT -5
ooc - oookay. but he was alpha for a little bit i would really think that weylyn would know tyrome. xP but i was just dropping inf or that. you wanna roleplay with ty, or should i jump in? either is fine for me. [/blockquote]
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Post by * Merr on Feb 6, 2010 16:13:44 GMT -5
OOC: He did know Tyrome, in role-play, before he was adopted.[/color]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 6, 2010 18:15:03 GMT -5
Really? Sway said he didn't, but I'll edit.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Feb 8, 2010 14:14:31 GMT -5
---edited (just last paragraph, nothing big)---
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