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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 15:26:31 GMT -5
Padding into the new terrain, his voids peered around in curiosity as they always had. He murmured something beneath his breath inaudibly, licking off the last splotch of crimson his lips has sustained from the dead mouse he had handed over to Haruka. It hadn't been a gesture to say much more than "I agree."
Whipcord limp, harks unstressed as well as his rolling fore-blades as his talons dug into the soil, his good eye fell to Haruka. "And these," he started, inclining his head at the streams and towering trees through which some signs of daylight spilled through, "are the pack lands?" It had never occurred to him to actually belong to an area so large, though the largest place he'd ever been in was a twenty five by thirty fenced enclosement. This.. this was acres of land.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 15:52:25 GMT -5
A fuzzy brow lifted at her words. "Pardon?" he queried as if he hadn't heard her. "What was it you said?" Ulric had no problem being a hunter, but the idea of the Alpha part shocked him and startled him. It even left him skeptical of her once more, especially since he wasn't a type to really be all lovey and such.
Banner frozen in a position parallel to the ground, optic staring at her as if she had lost her mind for her second statement, he tried to piece together what she might of said other than that. He was already snappy and snarled too often for his own good, and the thought of tasting more blood had to be shoved out of his mind.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 16:45:58 GMT -5
His orbs watched her for a moment, observed her every move. "Then sleep." Trotting a few paces from her, he glanced around to the canopy of trees, studying a swallow that flitted from tree to tree and a hummingbird that darted by. "I take it you are still youthful, and a pack is stressful to run."
Turning, he padded to a space to her diagonal right, settling down on his hindquarters. It wasn't intelligent to be telling her what to do or questioning what she did -- but it was true. He had never been in a pack, but not all wolves cooperated well, and members wouldn't pop out of nowhere.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 17:08:41 GMT -5
"De nada." He could remember slightly his former dialog, that of the Spanish decent, though now it was foggy and he was unsure if he'd be able to really keep up with what it was anymore. His head bowed to her once, his void scanning over the area, but it seemed peaceful and calm. Whether something was on the other side of him, he had to rely on his hearing for that.
Lifting a paw, he rubbed at his blind, verdant-azure eye. It burned to do so, and quickly the brute replaced his paw upon the ground. "It is unfortunate my service is limited in the area of sight, as my greenish eye is blind, and all I see is a huge blot of one or two hues through it." His tone had been apologetic, as if he were truly sorry his right eye was useless. In reality, the blindness did not bother him.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 17:27:56 GMT -5
"Yes. Something had polluted the river and my mother drank from it, and I was born half blind, from what I heard. It's a wonder it's only partial, they also said." The brute did not wish to go into full detail unless it was asked about. Bits and pieces were more of what he went for, unless it was he asking the question.
Carefully, he folded his limps beneath his build, his tassel laying upon the soft earth. His ocular once again took in its surrounds, his apex turning gradually, lingering on certain things like her form in a laying position. Gray pinnae twitched at the sound of rustling leaves, but he forced down the snarl he felt coming up his vocals.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 17:48:38 GMT -5
All his movements, including his breathing, stopped the moment she spoke the words. "Your father?" he inquired in that excuse-me-did-I-hear-you-right way. Turning his gaze onto her, he stared in bewilderment. His own mother had been shot, yes; but for one's own father to do that? A beloved mate?
The thought did not mix well in the brute's mind, especially the idea of a mate. Loveless had always been a word that described him, and the word mate usually made him stiffen up and turn bitter. It would have now, too, had he not been drawn to the fact her mother was dead, and her father perhaps still alive. The assassin, the stud, and the victorious. For now.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 18:15:19 GMT -5
Lifting his frame on his tan-silver limbs, the brute ambled over to the fae. His dial lowered near her left hark, and he said gently, "Anger and sorrow cannot always be controlled. But in the end, control is something that needs to be with you." A smirk formed over his maw. "You already know I haven't fond control over not growling at anyone who comes from another part of a forest."
His paws took him back some steps then, his bulky pillars following them. But instead of hustling back to his spot, which was the small area beneath one of the trees at an angle from her, he remained there, examining how she would react. To lose one you love, and to avenge them. It made logical sense, when it was possible. To this brute, however, he was merely trying to understand. His memories his dead mother, his siblings, and his father were all blurry.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 18:31:18 GMT -5
"Pain," he murmured in a velvet soft tone, "is inevitable. Misery, however, is optional. You didn't let sorrow stop you from trying to be an alphess. It isn't stopping you from living on. So don't let it stop you in anything else." With a tiny smile on the rims of his maw, he placed a paw nearer to her.
And, lowering his crown so he looked directly into her right eye, he continued, "You have potential. So don't let anything stop you from building this pack to be one of the greatest. Not even me." Straightening, he began to round slowly back to the spot he had apparently claimed for himself, that tiny patch of land beneath the tree.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 19:03:32 GMT -5
"Loneliness isn't what kills." Curling up, he gazed over at her, his blind eye glimmering again. "Thought you were going to sleep, though. Guess that didn't work out." Placing his skull upon his paws, he folded his banner over his nose. It was a bit colder than he was used to here, but the brute could manage.
His optics never did close, though he was comfortable and could easily fall asleep like he was. Instead his auds remained alert, his breath slow up and down his boa, and an occasional wind messing up his pelt every few seconds so that ivory, gray, and beige mixed involuntarily. He almost chuckled, even, at the absurd idea in his head.
One day, maybe to be the Alpha for the Alphess. To keep her from thinking him insane or asking what we funny, he snickered to himself within the recesses of his mind. It would never happen, he knew, and he was completely happy being a hunter. It was something he did best, next to snapping at whatever moved or spoke.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 19:28:44 GMT -5
Peering over at her, he questioned, "Is that a request for me to come over, or find something that would be warmer than a rock?" If it was option one, he'd be dumbstruck again, and that wasn't exactly something he enjoyed being. This mascu liked knowing all of what was going on and all the answers, thought it was impossible to know everything.
Lifting his head from his paws, his gaze remained on her. His whipcord fell from its place on his nose, and if he didn't recall it was his own, he would have jumped up to snarl at it. It made him think perhaps he was a little too on edge, and needed to lighten up. Just maybe a little bit.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 19:49:54 GMT -5
"You're fine, do whatever. I'm not going to kill you for being near me as long as I know who you are and where you are. It's better to stay on this side, though," he explained, tilting his head to the left. It irritated him when others were on his right side, where he could not see them and might forget it isn't the enemy on the other side of him.
Waiting, he wondered slightly why she had confided to him that she was cold. He knew few wolves, all non-alphas of course, but none of them would have asked another they had just meet if they were asleep, because they were cold. Bewildered, he tried to come to a conclusion, but ended up with a blank. So, to make up for it, he turned his lips up in a smile across his maw.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 20:11:19 GMT -5
"You going to still be cold right there?" he probed, finding it amusing now. It wasn't common -- to his knowledge, anyway -- for a hunter and alpha to snuggle up to keep warm. And, if it were not disrespectful and an aspect he was trying to work on, he would have questioned her wanting to be near in order to become warm. His skull remained tilted, however, and his lone orb shone with a confused glint.
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 20:28:26 GMT -5
Giving a light, humored snort, he nudged her with his muzzle in a slightly playful manner. "What, does it seem like I'm going to kill you? Could of sworn I didn't look that frightening." A strange feeling was starting in the object that pumped blood through his body. It was a sense of joy, something he had believed he had forgotten what was.
Placing his dial back on his paws, he kept his good eye on her, the grin on his muzzle too evident. He could have been pounced on then, he'd probably just snap at any newcomer before going back to seeming like half a tease. Ulric didn't even know why he was doing it. What was it? Had he known her before? Did she remind him of someone he trusted?
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Post by Envy on Sept 29, 2007 21:00:41 GMT -5
{ Have fun! ^^ }
Settling, with the feeling of another body close, he shut his heavy lids. It was slightly odd, to be this way at this time, but he dealt with it. Unfamiliar situations were something he eventually go accustomed to. Awkwardly, he made it so she'd be warmer by placing most of himself near to her, his thoughts mainly gone by this time.
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Post by Envy on Sept 30, 2007 12:05:32 GMT -5
Orbs hidden behind the fur covered lids, auds up but in a way that suggested he wasn't truly listening, and his whipcord wrapped up until it covered his nose. The brute's breathing pattern was slow, calm, and regular. By this time he was losing the ability to stay conscious. The faint, deepening sound of a twittering bird and a fish jumping up out of the stream was all he could hear as his mind began to shut down.
It took less time that he would have ever thought it would to drift into the land of dreams. A place where his hearing stopped, smell didn't make it to his brain to tantalize it, where touch was no longer able to snake into the false reality. Yet this world was ebony, no dreams playing through, like a movie before it begins but on pause.
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