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Post by mienzhyre on Jan 13, 2010 21:53:38 GMT -5
Something different.
Yes, that's what this was. The she-wolf had never seen anything like it. She lifted one injured blue paw and cautiously poked the ground before her. The part that was covered in thin ice, not coated in the pure white powder that had followed her here; it had started snowing a couple of days earlier.
"Wah?" Mienzhyre said, lifting her paw out of the depression she had made and staring in wonder at the sticky wet soil that clung to her fur. She didn't dislike it, but it was strange.
Though the 2-year-old wolf had traveled to many places in her journey away from her old pack, she had mostly passed through fields and the occasional forest, never marshlands. Not that she knew that's what this was called. She had however, come across a desert, although she decided against going through it. It just seemed too... dry. Mienzhyre didn't enjoy too much heat, but she didn't like too much water either. Especially waterfalls. It made her tremble just thinking about those.
Suddenly, Mienzhyre did shudder. It wasn't because of the thought of falling water, but because of the memories that made the blue she-wolf hate them in the first place. She had gained the scar on her head from a fall off one once. She imagined that if she hadn't lost her memory in that accident, her friend and only companion during her year-long journey wouldn't have died. Because of this, to an extent, she blamed waterfalls for the death of the old wolf. The fight that had truly taken his life, however, was still fresh in her distracted mind.
But she was getting over the whole incident, just as her paw injuries were gradually healing. They had come from the fight as well. The fight that had returned her memories at the cost of her only friend.
And her mind, refusing to let her sorrow get the best of her, brought her back to the present. To the strange packland before her. She knew what she had to do now. She had seen other wolves do the same back at her old home. A gentle yet chilly breeze ruffled her fur, showing the light blue beneath the dark, seemingly encouraging her with the soft flakes that came with it. Perhaps it would even carry her call to the ones who would help her get what she wanted. What she needed.
She lifted her head to the cloud-covered sky and howled, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, her call finished, the winter sun, peeking through the white that concealed it, shone in a way that made the light lavender turn bright. But it wasn't just the sun...
Maybe now she could have what she so desperately missed, especially when she slept alone for the first time when she had just begun her journey. A new home. From what she had last year, it would definitely be something different.
Reason for Editing: I forgot it was winter...XP
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Post by kerrigan on Jan 15, 2010 22:39:30 GMT -5
____________________ k e r r i g a n ! stand up, speak out. strike back they don't know what they've started. CONFRONTATION ! _________ [/font] Well, maybe it was a good thing the pack was booming. It was truly his one millionth time to the edge of the territory after a howl, bark, or some other sort of call. It was good, but tiring. He needed Betas to do this grunt work, or at least most of this. Constantly running back and forth was getting a bit tiring, specially when he wished to stay with his mate in the den. But duty was duty and even though he complained Kerrigan did love his job. He loved being alpha, beind relied upon and sharing his abilities. It was just how he was. He would snort and growl when he had to move, but knowing he was helping someeone, providing a home, being an alpha was enough of a pleasure to get him moving. Actually, sometimes he wondered if he complained only on principle. He didn't usually take very long to get up and about if he was resting, and he immediately turned to move toward a howl even if he was across the territory. He liked his work, and that was all he had to say about that point. If he didn't want to leave his mate that was his business. And anyway, he had a good reason and no one could argue that point.
His mind settled on Zephora, a comfortable, warm subject he could not get tired of. His lovely mate, swollen with his young. He couldn't stop his disbelief, his amazed glory at the idea. He, who had been nearly uncontrollable in his youth, having children. Having pups. His heart turned to soup, it's already melted quality enhanced. Zephora had been his gift, his main gift. He needed nothing else but her. She was his soul his other half. He could not think what he would do without her white form by his side, or waiting in his den for him to return and share news. She was large, even so early. He wondered how many pups she held inside her. More than onesurely to be so big this early. In early spring he would be driven from the den so she could be attended by the females. And he would become a father. His mate may have been his soul, and his cake. But the pups were his heart already, if not deeply connected; icing. A happy occurance he would enjoy and celebrate. But he still worried. Mating and birthing were two different things. One was pleasure, the other riddled with pain. He knew she could have problems. That she could birth stillborn pups. That he could loose her in their den on a night that should be filled with the cries of the newly born. But Kerrigan wasn't going to think about it. If he did, he's smother her, and Zephora would make him scuttle outside camp for the night.
He shook his head at himself, wrly, before letting his long legs and big paws continue running toward the call. He hadn't had a sick spell in forever, which was good. He was still worried about that, but he had been fine and healthy. Zephora would never know. She couldn't. It wouldn't make a difference. It was probably done and over with anyway. He was only thankful the call had come close by. He's been hunting in the area just about a mile from camp when the wolf had howled, not another half mile away. It was luck and it pleased the large brute. And that he was. He was nearly 5 feet at his shoulder, a pretty huge height for a wolf. Zephora was about another foot and a half shorter, but that was still pretty tall. Good size for him. Most wolves in Aelyn were a bit larger than any regular wolves, but that was expected. He was strong, with broad shoulders, a deep chest. Long legs which made up most of his height, barrel middle. Long tail, nearly too long for his size. Elegant head. Really, he was perfectly porportioned and a very rogueishly handsome male if one was into that. His lime markings instead of appearing overly flashy, just amplified his muscle, strength, and size. Not that he thought about these things of course. This is just for you, reader.
Kerrigan slowed to a trot, tail curling over his spine as his paws slowly shifted the light frost of winter of the dry spots and broke through the thin ice over wet ones. He had spotted the wolf easily enough and breathed in, finding the wind in his favor. Female. Young. Old injuries. He tilted his ehad but let out a greeting bark that was not hesistant. he stopped, a yard away from his border to watch the female before speaking up, as was polite. "I be kerrigan, alpha 'ere o' 'his lan' o' marsh. Who be yew an' what be yer business?" he stated, in words that should be brusque but were friendly in a in-charge sorta way, and with his thick, whiskey accent they sounded like a pleasant question if any could exist.
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Post by mienzhyre on Jan 16, 2010 2:11:01 GMT -5
"I be kerrigan, alpha 'ere o' 'his lan' o' marsh. Who be yew an' what be yer business?"
It took a while for the blue she-wolf to fully understand the words. She hadn't heard another wolf speak with such an accent before... but it was a welcome surprise.
"I am Mienzhyre... I would like to join your pack..." She said. The young wolf had the right submissive pose and tone for such an event, but she was not quite sure if she had said the right words. She attempted to shrug the matter off, at least she said what she wanted anyway, labeling it as an irrelevant matter in her mind. Then she suddenly thought of something else.
"It's an honor to meet you, sir..." Mienzhyre added shyly. It seemed to her like it was several seconds too late.
Should I have said that first? She wondered silently, tilting her head slightly.
The frosty wind blew again, making her look at the he-wolf she was talking to. He was larger than any male she had yet seen. He somehow reminded her of her father, Serho, whose coat was just as black as Kerrigan's, though of course, without the green markings. And there was something in the way he carried himself, besides the dominant air every alpha had in her mind, that made her wonder if he had a mate. If he had pups.
It was something the blue female had never thought of before, having pups. Her mind started to wander for just a second before she brought herself back to the moment. It was a very important time in her life and she didn't want to miss any of it. Mienzhyre shook her head a little and cleared her mind of her distracting thoughts. At least thinking of her father hadn't brought a flood of memories like it had the day before...
I will ask any questions I have about this land later, she told herself sternly. She had to focus. Another blast of winter wind ruffled her fur, exposing the light blue fur, chilling her just a bit more; she imagined it was agreeing with her thoughts.
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Post by kerrigan on Jan 16, 2010 22:18:38 GMT -5
A sweetheart. That was Kerrigan's first impression of the little female in front of him. She was a hesitant creature and he had a feeling she would hurt a fly. And if she did she'd probably freak out about it. How cute. He doubted that was all she was. Every wolf had some fault and she was no different. But for now she had a very timid air about her and he wasn't going to act like a hulking beast and make it worse. A soft, paternal smile flicked his jowls up and he listened to her without a sound, his eyes friendly. His stance was calm and assertive, saying alpha without trying to fling it at wolves. He just was one. End of story. He flicked an ear, pondering her request. She wanted a home here. He wondered also if this was another loner forced here by Lucid or she really wanted a home. it was hard to tell sometimes with these wolves. But sadly, he would not offer a home to wolves without them joining or at least working. Not that he'd turn away a mother, or pup. He wasn't cruel and he had a soft heart within his massive body. He wouldn't lave wolves out on their own if they were going to die. And he was raised to protect and respect females. Years of training and his own belief would not allow him to ever drive a pregnant female or one with young trotting at her side. Just wasn't in him.
But this female was neither, even if she was of that gender and he felt an inclination to provide and help. either way he needed to protect his pack and most of those loners were unfit to be in packs. It's why they were loners. Maybe she really wanted a home. Maybe she just wanted a safe place from Lucid. He sighed out a breath but payed attention as she mentioned something else a beat later. Clumsy little lass, she was. Didn't know how to be polite, but her soft words and hesitant ways made him smile and not mind at all. She was a young one really, and it did not rub him the wrong way if the proper speech was not given at admittance. He shook out his pelt to give himself a moment before he spoke up in his rich burr. "Well, Mienzhyre," he said, dragging out the name as he tested it for the first time - and it was near enough Gaelic so even it's complicated look made it easy for him to pronounce and not mangle - before he continued, "a place fer yew I can give. If yew have no' come only ta reside 'ere anon an' do no work." His smile widened lightly, his eyes twinkling with good nature, belying his words.
His tail curled and then loosened and he dipped his head lightly, deciding on a whim. "Bu' welcome, none'he'less ta Nigori, lassie. An' 'he 'onor be mine. No nee' fer formalities. Me name is Kerrigan, no' 'sir'," he offered easily, not sounding at all like it was a big deal. Just an every day occurrence. Actually, everything about Kerrigan was easy going at the moment. No, you wouldn't mess with him, for he still seemed like a rough around the edges and caution was always good with him, but he was still a wolf people trusted. Not that they would if they knew his past. But no one would. He was grown now, different. His younger personality only snapped at his heels and appeared sometimes and it was for the best. He tilted his head, waiting for the female to respond as he rose from his shallow, quick bow.
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Post by mienzhyre on Jan 17, 2010 23:10:33 GMT -5
"Well, Mienzhyre, a place fer yew I can give. If yew have no' come only ta reside 'ere anon an' do no work."
The young female had more trouble understanding what the big male had said. Before she could concentrate on it more, however, he spoke again.
"Bu' welcome, none'he'less ta Nigori, lassie. An' 'he 'onor be mine. No nee' fer formalities. Me name is Kerrigan, no' 'sir',"
"Thank you, si- Kerrigan!" She said, her excitement evident in her small voice. She gave her own bow, though hers was much deeper; what she thought was appropriate for a newly-come wolf to do in front of an alpha.
Mienzhyre thought she knew how to act in front of a leader... but maybe she was just too young when she saw those wolves join her old pack... maybe it was because she was the alphas' pup, and she never thought she really needed the knowledge. Well, she was immature then, and even now. She hoped Kerrigan wouldn't be angered by her ignorance of proper manners. It didn't seem like he did, but with the wrong words, he would probably change his attitude towards her.
The blue she-wolf looked down in embarrassment and shuffled her paws.
Then she suddenly thought she understood what Kerrigan had said. Did he misinterpret her words? Or did she say the wrong things? She wanted to be a member of his pack, not just live on his territory... Or was that what he was saying?
"I will work... I don't know what I can do... but I'll try anyway." Mienzhyre said, her voice lacking her earlier delight. She was nervous, and she didn't try to hide it. She took a deep breath, and continued, "I want to be a member of your pack, not just a loner helping out."
Her voice had a different quality this time. It was firmer and more determined. She didn't want to be misinterpreted again, and she wanted to show she would be an able member of Kerrigan's pack despite her shyness.
There were so many other ways she could've handled the situation, but she couldn't think of them right now. Well, she said what she wanted.
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Post by kerrigan on Jan 23, 2010 18:10:08 GMT -5
A grin spread over his face. Little mite. She would learn. he wouldn't let her absent knowledge continue. But it didn't bother him. Blatant disrespect irritated him, but not hesitant manners. And they were manners. It didn't matter what order the words came in. It did not really matter to him. She tried and that was that. He was a black and white wolf, where there were two extremes and no middle way. Or he usually wasn't. He saw in shades of gray as well. A person needed to in order to stay alive and to be friendly with others. Everyone had there own level of 'right' and 'wrong', and that level always shifted depending on who was watching. It was no fault of hers if she did not know every little nuisance of polite society, and after all, this wasn't formal. This was two wolves. He may have been alpha, but he wasn't a jerk. Or he normally wasn't.
He shifted his weight as she spoke, using his name this time around. Good. Her excitement at being accepted made him feel good, proud of his roll as alpha. Which wasn't a hard feeling for him to get, but live with it. She was happy to be in his pack and that was just something you couldn't not be proud of. His tail flicked from side to side once, not a wag but just a small, unconscious gesture. And then she spoke again, and he nodded firmly, seriously. He had known that, but her own words were something she probably needed to hear, never mind about him. He knew she would work, he had never thought any different. All wolves in Nigori did their share, or they were booted out. Kerrigan didn't have a problem chasing a lazy wolf out. He'd probably enjoy it more than one would think.
He cleared his throat and then answered her kindly. "I ken, tha'. Doonae worry, yew will hae yer place 'ere. All wolfs do." His comment was true, for no wolf was left to their own devises. He had enough wolves that they could choose a place. If she like hunting, she could do only that. Fighting, that was fine too. If she knew nothing, there were many that would help her out. He shook his pelt, ears flopping before straightening and staring toward camp. "Do yew wish to 'ead ta 'he camp? Yew nee' a den 'ere."
translation - "I understand that. Do not worry, you will have you place here. All wolves do." - "Do you wish to head to the camp? You need a den here."
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Post by mienzhyre on Jan 23, 2010 22:42:15 GMT -5
"I ken, tha'. Doonae worry, yew will hae yer place 'ere. All wolfs do."[/i]
Mienzhyre was relieved. She was getting the hang of understanding the alpha's words, though only the essence. Of course, that wasn't the only thing... The blue wolf had finally found what she so longed for. Her happiness rendered her unable to speak, but at least the big male had spoken again. "Do yew wish to 'ead ta 'he camp? Yew nee' a den 'ere."
"Yes, please," The fae answered, her voice on the borderline between delight and timidness. Though her excitement had not worn off yet, and she doubted it would until at least several months later, she still was a victim of her own shyness. She didn't know this land, her new home, or this big he-wolf, her new alpha. Sure, Mienzhyre would get used to the new sights and would probably gain a friend or two... maybe more. However, it was exactly because she would have to see new faces that she was unconsciously trembling. What if one of them was like her old alpha?
The she-wolf looked at Kerrigan, just from the corner of her eyes, just a fleeting glance.
No. She doubted the black wolf would let someone like that into his pack.
But she didn't know him. No matter the first impression she had of him, or any other wolves she was bound to meet, he could be completely different from how he was now. The whole pack could be just the same as her old one.
No! Mienzhyre shouted in her mind. This wasn't like her. She was a timid, uncertain, rather ignorant wolf. But never a doubting one. She couldn't doubt anyone right now. Not after everything that's happened...
The blue fae didn't know the danger of being too trusting, but she didn't want to. She was insecure, afraid. She wanted to believe that now she had her happiness. That she would forever be happy here. Not all the time, but mostly. She knew being happy all the time is impossible. But anyway, she didn't even hear the howl that was causing quite a stir-up in this land. Well, she is ignorant. Not that that was the reason she didn't hear it...
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Post by kerrigan on Feb 6, 2010 21:17:43 GMT -5
Already, the big alpha had a soft spot for the female. She was a timid thing, so soft spoken and hesitant and yet so vibrant beneath all that restraint. Restraint, he concluding, put there by her own worry and fear. He hoped she would come to understand no one would harm her, and if anyone did they would pay a heavy price. Kerrigan was not a lovey-dovey wolf nor did he want his pack to be soft, but no pack dispute were to occur. Those, Kerrigan punished wolves for himself. If the pack wolves were fighting, then it was a weak pack, end of story. He snorted out a breath and made his mind turn back to his original thoughts. She would face no injury here. He briefly wondered what had put that dark light in her eyes, but he kept silent. She would share if she wished, when she wished. It was none of his business what she told him. He shook out his coat, lifting one paw from the marshy water as she spoke up in reply. He nodded shortly and smiled, his fangs glinting.
He stretched briefly, a small arch of his spine before bouncing forward a few steps. "'here be many dens, though 'he pack is no' small. Bu' you will be able ta choose 'hich o' 'he nooks in 'he warrior's den yew wan'," he informed her, his lime eyes flicking over her face. He suspected the idea of choice was one she would appreciate. Even though she wouldn't get her own stone den, the warrior den was a large and long one, with many dug out small areas that one bed and in some cases two bed could fit in. It would be hers as long as she stayed, do decorate how she wished. Which meant she'd have to clean her area and keep it nice, and that would give her a sense of accomplishment if small. Kerrigan knew these things from watching other wolves and he knew that many of them enjoyed having their own jobs.
He let his jowls relax from the smile and his nose twitched. He gestured with a paw, and lifted an eyebrow, the dot moving up charmingly. "Come 'long 'hen. Is no' a long romp, bu' a 'imely one none'heless!" he woofed, before bounding forward at an easy lope that was not too fast but still a ground eating jog. He felt his muscles work and the air swoosh out of his lungs only to be caught and drug back in. He cocked his ears and looked to make sure she was right behind him, knowing that the marsh had its own little dangers. Like quicksand. Which really sucked to be trapped in. Kerrigan knew this from experience and since then he respected the gooey stuff more than ever. His tail curled and he wondered if Mienzyhre would start a conversation or remain quiet until the camp came into view. He would let her decide. She may need time to take it all in.
translation - "There are many dens though the pack is not small. But you will be able to choose which nook in the warrior's den you want." -- "Come along then. It's not a long romp, but a timely one nonetheless!"
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Post by mienzhyre on Feb 8, 2010 20:45:11 GMT -5
"'here be many dens, though 'he pack is no' small. Bu' you will be able ta choose 'hich o' 'he nooks in 'he warrior's den yew wan',"[/b]
Mienzhyre had overcome her brief moment of doubt, though she was still a bit shaken by her thoughts, and could now feel her normal emotions. She remained silent, but every inch of her showed her joy.
A den to sleep in!
The prospect was enough to make the blue wolf want to jump around like a small pup. But she controlled herself. She didn't want to seem any more immature and naïve to the big wolf before her.
Perhaps she was only trying to cover her previous feelings? Mienzhyre shut her eyes and shoved the thought away. It had to be the last thought of that kind she would ever have.
"Come 'long 'hen. Is no' a long romp, bu' a 'imely one none'heless!"[/b]
Again, the she-wolf did not answer, choosing to simply follow the black male as he went off. She looked around for a moment, collecting her thoughts, wondering what Kerrigan would think of her sudden silence. She looked at him again, only curiously this time, head cocked. She thought of a question about the physical structure of the camp but the female decided to voice another more important, at least to her.
"Are all... Is everyone... there... like you, Kerrigan?" The question sounded strange to her but the wolf was too nervous, as her shaky voice clearly conveyed, to care much. She wondered how the male would interpret it, it seemed vague even to herself.
Mienzhyre turned her light violet eyes to the ground, allowing her to narrowly avoid a puddle of... something. A soft yelp escaped her at the close encounter. Though she didn't know what it was, just by looking at it she knew it was... dangerous.
"What is that?" She asked, forgetting her earlier question. Her voice wasn't nervous, or even shy. Just a bit panicky though. The she-wolf had stopped, a paw in mid-step, staring at the puddle.
And then she caught herself. She put her blue paw down, not paying attention to the slight pain the half-healed injury on it gave her, and looked sheepishly at the big male.
“Sorry...” she said softly, perhaps too low for the alpha to hear.
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