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Posted on May 28, 2013 at 05:31:44 PM by Everchime
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
At first she starts, her body jerking away from the sudden and violent entry of the black and silver wolf, she doesn't expect such an explosion of a body into her general area. In a way she'd hoped Pan would be the one to come through those bushes, but she doesn't get up fully, she is still on the ground, her ears perk forward as she gathers his scent within her nostrils. He is the wolf from the willow tree, at the large gathering of wolves, her eyes widen slightly but she is grateful that atleast someone has come to her call, she is glad that she is no longer alone. Though strangely she hasn't felt alone since that time. Not that she felt alone before that. She hadn't supposed it was because of this wolf. But her heart aches for company.
She watches silently as his sides heave in and out, a sign that he has come from afar, had her call been that loud? sadness and pain have a way of amplifying when it comes to calls, she assumes this is the reason he came, perhaps the others had yet to get back from the hunt the way she had so swiftly left the shores. He is silent for the moment and she too is silent, not awkward at least in her eyes, but the tears are still falling and the long loud howl had left her vocal cords slightly rawr. Like hours of crying does to most people. His voice is released in a slight whine and she lowers her head and lets her own soft whine leave her lips, and invitation perhaps to come closer, she almost begs for the company he will provide as she lays there, head tilted slightly to keep her pumpkin pie eyes on his golden one.
To some he may be ugly, hideous even but to Ever, who didn't have a bad bone in her body, she thought him handsome, in some way, she never looked at those things that made people as such. Perhaps thats why she and Pan got along so well with each other, were others would look at him like a freak for what he does or says, she only see's the good in him. The way he just wants to help everyone, to make them understand that perhaps there is more out there than just them.... but before she can think any more about this wolf and her friend Pan he begins to speak. Rugged, perhaps ill used.. maybe he was one of the lone wolves that traversed this landscape, as she had once been before she'd inadvertantly joined the hunt that would bring her home here to Glorall.
He says he feels her pain, a slight frown alights to her features but is replaced by the relief that washes over her body, he only wants her to feel better, perhaps he doesn't know why she is the way she is right now, she whipes the side of her face with her paws the way a cat might do, licking the underside and rubbing it along the corners of first one eye and then switching sides and using the other paw to clear the other side of tears. What does she say to him? "I... I am sad" she says quietly "because I have lost my daughter..." she says her eyes misting up again, her body finally giving a heave as she lifts herself up off the ground. Remembering how she'd greated Pan on a few occassions she slowly walks towards Vidar and puts her nose under his own. The warmth of his body, the closeness, it feels..... right, for whatever reason, she doesn't know why, but it does. It's not the way she felt with Pan, there is a difference, but she knows that it was right to do this with this unknown male.
"talks like this"
Everchime
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - devil dog - glorall
At first she starts, her body jerking away from the sudden and violent entry of the black and silver wolf, she doesn't expect such an explosion of a body into her general area. In a way she'd hoped Pan would be the one to come through those bushes, but she doesn't get up fully, she is still on the ground, her ears perk forward as she gathers his scent within her nostrils. He is the wolf from the willow tree, at the large gathering of wolves, her eyes widen slightly but she is grateful that atleast someone has come to her call, she is glad that she is no longer alone. Though strangely she hasn't felt alone since that time. Not that she felt alone before that. She hadn't supposed it was because of this wolf. But her heart aches for company.
She watches silently as his sides heave in and out, a sign that he has come from afar, had her call been that loud? sadness and pain have a way of amplifying when it comes to calls, she assumes this is the reason he came, perhaps the others had yet to get back from the hunt the way she had so swiftly left the shores. He is silent for the moment and she too is silent, not awkward at least in her eyes, but the tears are still falling and the long loud howl had left her vocal cords slightly rawr. Like hours of crying does to most people. His voice is released in a slight whine and she lowers her head and lets her own soft whine leave her lips, and invitation perhaps to come closer, she almost begs for the company he will provide as she lays there, head tilted slightly to keep her pumpkin pie eyes on his golden one.
To some he may be ugly, hideous even but to Ever, who didn't have a bad bone in her body, she thought him handsome, in some way, she never looked at those things that made people as such. Perhaps thats why she and Pan got along so well with each other, were others would look at him like a freak for what he does or says, she only see's the good in him. The way he just wants to help everyone, to make them understand that perhaps there is more out there than just them.... but before she can think any more about this wolf and her friend Pan he begins to speak. Rugged, perhaps ill used.. maybe he was one of the lone wolves that traversed this landscape, as she had once been before she'd inadvertantly joined the hunt that would bring her home here to Glorall.
He says he feels her pain, a slight frown alights to her features but is replaced by the relief that washes over her body, he only wants her to feel better, perhaps he doesn't know why she is the way she is right now, she whipes the side of her face with her paws the way a cat might do, licking the underside and rubbing it along the corners of first one eye and then switching sides and using the other paw to clear the other side of tears. What does she say to him? "I... I am sad" she says quietly "because I have lost my daughter..." she says her eyes misting up again, her body finally giving a heave as she lifts herself up off the ground. Remembering how she'd greated Pan on a few occassions she slowly walks towards Vidar and puts her nose under his own. The warmth of his body, the closeness, it feels..... right, for whatever reason, she doesn't know why, but it does. It's not the way she felt with Pan, there is a difference, but she knows that it was right to do this with this unknown male.
"talks like this"
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - devil dog - glorall
Replies:
- I could be a shadow - By Vidar May 31, 2013 at 08:14:42 PM
\\ if you let it take a part of your soul - By Everchime June 7, 2013 at 06:33:58 PM
I could be a shadow - By Vidar June 12, 2013 at 08:22:19 PM
= Finding Neverland = - By Pan June 22, 2013 at 00:11:28 AM
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