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Post by Matsi on Dec 23, 2012 0:58:33 GMT -5
She likes whiskey with her water She starts dancing when the stars come out She ain’t your typical preacher’s daughter She’ll leave you dreamin’ yeah there ain’t no doubt There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side Got a rebel heart a country mile wide There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes A little bit of devil in her angel eyes Saturday night she’s rockin’ out by the bonfire Flirting from that tail gate and crankin’ up the dial Come Sunday mornin’ she’ll be singing with the choir Drivin’ me crazy with that kiss me smile
[/i] The land was divided by type. The normal humans dominated the mainland. These people were just normal, nothing else to say about them. Then, there was the island. The island was home to all of the... Not normal. They were the ones touched by the animal spirits. They were human, in many ways, but they could morph their bodies into different shapes. Each "shifter" as they were come to be called, had three forms. Their human form, their "Crossed" or anthromorphic form, and their animal form. There were many different regions, though small, on the island. Each was circled and run by dfifferent species. The Canine Pack, run by the Wolf tribe. The Feline Pack, Run by the Tiger tribe. The Avian Pack, Run by the eagle tribe. The Reptile pack, Run by the Gator Tribe. Lastly, the Aquatic Pack, run by the Whale tribe. Each tribe claimed a different enviorment on the small island that best suited their shifting abilities. The wolves hold the forest. The Felines hold the valley. Avians in the mountains. Reptiles in the Hills. The Aquatics on the edges of the islands and the ocean. Rarely did the packs interact, even for land and war, they were typically peaceful, but it was rare that intruders were welcomed on their land..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side Got a rebel heart a country mile wide There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes [/i] Matison smiled as the small boat made it's way closer to the banks of the island. Her hazel eyes looked at everything from the water that licked at the beach, to the trees in the distance. Every bit of movement was captured by her observant glances, and she would them promptly write all that she saw down on her notebook. "Miss Fennic, what do ya' keep writing down?" The man steering the boat asked as he leaned over the wheel to look at her better. Matison looked at his grizzled and worn features for a moment before offering him a smile. "Information for the General," She said simply, and the man nodded. She turned away once she knew he was satisfied. Of course, "for the general" was her answer to almost everything any more. Since the end of the Rebel War, she had been put on more... Easy going... missions. Guess that was the positive of being adopted by the General's best friends. As the island drew closer, Matti thought a little about her past. She had been born from a surrogate mother for her two dads, John and Gabe. Yep, she had two fathers. Not that she minded. She loved them both so very much. John was the... "Masculine" parent to say the least. He had been in the military since he was eighteen, and still was to this day. He was stern, quiet and the one that expressed his love only when no one else was around. Gabe was the opposite. Not only was he a few years younger, but he was also the happy, bubbly and sweet one. He never yelled at her as she grew up, and he was always spoiling her. They even looked different from eachother. John was black haired and dark eyed, while Gabe was blonde with bright eyes. Matison smiled as she thought about her dads. But her smile faded slightly as she remembered growing up, and deciding to convince her fathers to let her attend the military's school. She wanted to be a soldier just like Papa John. Of course she was still young when this thought entered her head, so both of her dads refused to give in. Then, the year she was going to enter high school, she tried again. This time, Gabe gave in, and convinced John. The four years of Military school were some of the best years of her life. She graduated in the "General" position of her class, which put her into a Major position right out of the starting gate. Many of her troops didn't appreciate having such a young leader, but that was only until the Rebel War started. The rebel war started when a neighboring country attacked their own country. It was a small country, only about a tenth the size of their own, but they were strong and determined. Matison was in the first line of troops sent into the war. For three years she watched people die, and even killed more than could be counted with her own hands. In the end, they won the war and her and the General and friend of the family, Ignis Equus, were promoted in ranks. He became the top general, or General, and she became a Lt. General. When the war finally ended, and everyone had time to recover, Matison developed a type of PTSD. Metallic objects such as Cars, Bikes, Guns, Bats and construction equipment started to trigger defensive attacks. She would panic and something would trigger in her mind to get war-like reactions. That was when General Equus decided to send her on this mission. To collect as much data about their neighboring Shifters as possible. Not for any military reason, but for out of curiosity. Which was why she was on the boat... That just landed on the beach. She could see various water creatures dancing around the hull of the boat, watching her. Were they shifters? Or normal animals? She shrugged and grabbed her radio. "I will be back in three days for a check in," She said to the boat driver. He nodded and watched as she picked up her small pack of survival gear, and leapt onto the beach. The sand was soft under her feet, and she smiled. This would be a nice adventure. So, she set off without another look to the ocean. She wanted to start inland, maybe in the habitat that belonged to the Canines or Felines. And I can’t stop wonderin’ what it would feel like, to hold her all night She’s got that something, that sexy innocence, she must be heaven sent There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side Got a rebel heart a country mile wide There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes [/center] 207. What a name, right? He had been born in a tribe that no longer exsisted, where the leader had been slightly insane, and made every tribe member have a number. Many of the older tribe members had a name that was replaced by the number, but not him. He had been born under the crazy leader's rule, so he only ever had a number. 207. But that was a long time ago. When he was seventeen, the tribe started to dispurse, if the tribe leader didn't kill you first. That was what happened to his parents and siblings. They had been killed trying to escape, so now he was all alone, since he was able to escape. Sure, there were other tribes, but not many would welcome a wolf shifter that was from the "Crazy Tibe". Everyone seemed to have this assumption that the members were crazy too, not just the old leader. Oh well. there wasn't anything he could do about it now. He stretched his back and sighed as he pushed his roany-silver-blue hair out of his eyes. His blue eyes looked at the sky that peeked through the tree branches and thought about where he would be heading next. Maybe south? Yeah, that sounded good. Away from the Leading Wolf tribe and towards the feline bounds. Maybe he could find someone more... accepting... there. So, with a sigh, he morphed his form into his small, delicate wolf form and padded on. His blue and silver pelt shimmered in the dappled light as he moved, making him look almost like metal as he drifted along. Maybe... just maybe... He would find an accepting one... or at least a real meal... There’s a little bit of devil in those angel eyes She’s a little bit of heaven with a wild side Got a rebel heart a country mile wide There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes There’s a little bit of devil in her In those angel, in those angel eyes [/i]
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Post by Knight on Dec 23, 2012 14:27:34 GMT -5
I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust, I'm breathing in the chemicals, I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus, This is it, the apocalypse, Whoa.
Three strangers in the lonely night, they had been fleeing their pack. A pack who had been attacked and destroyed by an insane wolf and his followers. Three wolves had been the only survivors of this attack, and one had faded fast as they wandered through the night. She did her best to be strong for the two little ones that clung to her hands, but the woman had lost her mate and her pups and these two children were only reminders of all that she had lost. But she did lead them through the night, in the end. Though she stumbled and fell often, the two children gave her the strength to carry on and flee, leaving the haunting howls of her friends and family behind. They faded altogether too quickly for it to just be the distance, and some of them ended sharply, as if a throat had been cut. But they did their best not to listen as they moved onwards.
By the time their attackers realized some had escaped, it was too late. The snow had begun to fall, erasing their tracks. It was a blessing and a curse, all wrapped up into one bundle. Their trail was hidden, but the bitter cold would bring down at least one wolf before the night was over.
When the feline tribe found the three curled up together, the older woman fading fast, they took pity on the wolves and took them into their home. They were blindfolded, at first, but when they reached the den of the healer and a pretty orange and brown domesticated cat padding out of the cave and stops dead at the sight of them, they don't realize what's wrong with this picture, that a cat who should be a servant is their healer. But when he shifts into his human form, revealing orange-red hair and brown tattoos in circles on his wrist to represent his feline form and introduces himself as Diamondback, they feel safe.
At least for a little while.
Their guide will die that night, nameless and half forgotten, but Redfang and Windsinger will become valuable members of this tribe, even getting the tattoos that every feline shifter gets when they come of age. They will become a part of this tribe, and belong there even more than they belonged to their old home.
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones, Enough to make my systems blow, Welcome to the new age, to the new age, Welcome to the new age, to the new age, Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive, Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive.
Currently on watch, keeping an eye on the borders of his tribe's lands, Redfang sat in the shadows, his crimson gaze tracking the approach of the boat from the human lands. All whose territory touched this stretch of land were on edge, but Redfang most of all. The black, white and red wolf was nervous, ears flat against his skull as the human stepped onto the beach. He watched, silent and proud, as the boat raced away, and then Redfang howled, his songlike voice sending an alert to his tribe that something was not right. There was a human on his lands. That was beyond not right.
Alerts spread out from that land, a dolphin's chatter reaching a whale and then spreading swiftly from there, a few birds sprang into the air and flapped away and far in the distance, Redfang's sharp ears could pick up another howl answering his own. Windsinger's. His pure white sister, the healer of his feline tribe, had certainly heard his call. The answer was enough for Redfang to rise to his paws and shift, taking his human form. His skin was tan, with two crimson stripes tattooed beneath each eye and one around each upper arm. He was more elaborately tattooed than most feline shifters, but that was because Redfang was not like most feline shifters. Each mark symbolized something important in his life. The two tattoos on his upper arms were simply marks of him coming of age. The two beneath each eye were marks of a war fought between his tribe and its rival, during which he had alerted his tribe to the approach of an attack under the cover of night. The sneak attack had failed because of Redfang's warning, and that had earned him his next tattoos.
He strode out onto the sand with that thought, shoving his black hair out of crimson eyes and he examined the human without a word. A female, like his sister, but not. She certainly looked stronger than his sister did. And she was walking straight towards him. Redfang smirked, tongue running along surprisingly sharp fangs as he moved closer, coming to a stop a few feet away from the human. "Well hello there." Redfang said, examining the figure curiously. He did wonder what brought her out there, but he was appreciative of the fact that, for the moment, the avian shifters who had been keeping an eye on this beach were allowing Redfang to handle this. He knew that there were a few shifters in the trees, but they were silent. And Redfang appreciated that.
I raise my flags, don my clothes, It's a revolution, I suppose, We'll paint it red to fit right in, Whoa, I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus, This is it, the apocalypse, Whoa.
Windsinger, Healer of this Tribe, was a little . . . different from the average member of the feline tribe she inhabited, to say the least. She was the replacement for a domesticated cat shifter, who should have been a servant. But he hadn't been; he'd been a healer. And his apprentice had been a wolf. Of course, now she was a fully blown healer, with a silver swirling tattoos tracing their way up her lower arms. A wolf as the healer of a feline tribe, marked with those feline tattoos. But their tribe was far from normal. After all, her brother was a warrior for this tribe as well.
Currently, the healer was busy taking care of a tiger who had been injured in a border skirmish. Kalia was often in and out of Windsinger's den. With her fiesty personality, she often ended up coming to blows with other Shifters, whether they were members of her own tribe or another. The white haired woman moved mechanically, dabbing herbs on the long gash and wrapping it swiftly. "There you go, Kalia." Windsinger said smoothly, stepping back from the Tiger shifter as the orange haired woman grinned her appreciation. "Thanks, Wind!" Kalia said brightly, waltzing out of the den and heading straight towards her current love interest.
Windsinger shook her head in amusement as Kalia retreated, turning towards the back of her den as she examined her stores of herbs. Hmm, she was running low on a few of them, it seemed. That was something she'd have to remedy now, when there was no one else around.
With that thought in her mind, Windsinger moved swiftly to unbraid her white hair, letting the silver tipped locks fall free. A single feather, a gift to her from an injured Avian shifter that she had taken care of, fluttered to the ground, and Windsinger stooped to pick it up, placing it on its shelf before wandering from her den. The first shifter that she spotted was Frino, who shifted into a pure white domesticated cat. "Frino, can you let Chief Hinto know that I'll be back shortly? I just have to restock some of my herbs." When Frino nodded, Windsinger shifted into her wolf form and bounded away.
She was already far from the central lands of the tribe when her brother's howl echoed on the distance. Silver tipped ears swivelled towards the source of the sound and Windsinger's musical howl picked up Redfang's howl, ensuring that the members of the tribe would hear Redfang's warning. Still, Windsinger didn't head back towards the tribe's lands. Not yet, anyways. Instead, she was heading for the edge of feline lands, where a few rare herbs grew.
In her wolf form, she was mostly white, with silvery tipped ears and tail and wavy silver lines dancing up her lower front legs, which were marked by the tattoos in her human form.
But the markings were the farthest thing from her mind when Windsinger came to a stop, her nostrils flaring at the scent of . . . another wolf? This close to the border? "Hello? Who's there?" Windsinger asked curiously, though she was more nervous than her blue eyes revealed. She had not seen a single wolf other than her brother since fleeing her pack, and in the years that had passed since, she had not heard a single pleasant tale of the lupine shifters from her companions.
All systems go, sun hasn't died, Deep in my bones, straight from inside.
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones, Enough to make my systems blow, Welcome to the new age, to the new age, Welcome to the new age, to the new age, Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive, Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive.
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Post by Matsi on Dec 25, 2012 23:46:16 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find [/center] Matison's hazel gaze shifted from one area of the beach to the next as she made her way away from the warm sand and towards the true land. She noted how the sand on this beach was white and soft underfoot, and slightly white colored. So it wasn't as rough as she first thought it would be. She stopped and wrote this down in her notebook, making sure to add comments about the animals that were seemingly keeping an eye on her. Were these the shifters? She wasn't too sure, seeing as no one had told her really what to expect. Maybe they looked more like animals, with a few human characteristics, or maybe, when in a two legged form, they looked just like humans. She just wasn't too sure, so of course, she wrote down everything. Happy with her notes, she closed the book and pushed her medium length blonde hair out of her face. Alright, now that that was done, she wanted to move on and make sure she could find a safe place to call "base" before night fell. She fixed the pack on her shoulders and wandered forward. Matti's pace slowed as she felt the "being watched" instinct kick in even more than before. She stiffened, and a slight flash back of the war flashed in her mind, but she shook her head and stopped walking. She pulled a water cantine out of the side of her pack and poured a little of the cool liquid on her face, trying to push the thoughts far away. Her mind was just being stupid. The war was over and she had nothing that horrible to fear. Matti jammed the cantine away and looked up. Immediatly, she stiffened and her eyes narrowed. The sight of the figure approching made her go on edge, but she forced herself to relax as she noticed it to be a human figure. Alright, so was this one of the infamous shifters? As the lighting landed on his face, she tried to take mental notes for later about how he looked different from normal humans. The tattooing was interesting, but normal people often did that, so was that just a tribal thing? Custom? Or were they actual marks that resulted from his animal forms? Oh, how many questions she could think of. When the person...creature?.... said their greeting, Matison raised her head slightly, an automatic response from the military. Always hold your head high with pride when anyone is talking to you, show them no fear, but no threat. Which, was all she felt after all. "I am Lt. General Matison Fennic, who might you be?" She asked in her typical "military" tone. After speaking, she slightly regretted that tone. Maybe this one would take it wrong. It wasn't a challenge, it was just habit, really. She cleared he throat, hoping to push aside her tone of her last statement and question. "I was sent here by my higher up, General Equus, to come and gather educational information on this island and it's inhabitants," She stated as she held up her rough but sturdy notebook. I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten 207's nose flaired as he tried to scent out a meal. As always, his ears were back and his head was low as he walked. He couldn't tell anyone why he walked the way he did, for he didn't know. Was it an old back injury? Maybe, or maybe it was just the fact that he was a nervous little bugger. Either way, he slunk through the trees. He could smell nothing of importance, but it didn't help that the slight breeze was blowing away from him. This meant that he would have to be pretty close to the meal to be able to smell it clearly. Of course, this was just his luck. This always seemed to happen to him... well, this or he would get chased off a meal by the meal's owner. Wonderful luck, really. 207 walked, his nose had stopped searching, and he let out a wide mouthed yawn just as a voice echoed just on the other side of a bush. His jaws snapped shut and his eyes went wide. Ohhh... What did they want? Were they here to chase him off again? He wasn't harming anything! He really wasn't! His paws were clean, and he wasn't insane. Alright, so he was different, but he wasn't crazy. Once again, his nose kicked into gear, and he frowned slightly. A wolf scent, here on the boundry line? That didn't happen very often, not even on pack patrolls. What was going on? Did he just stumble into an ambush of the feline tribe? Determined to show that he really wasn't up to anything, he morphed himself back into his human form and tried to walk away from the voice. He didn't want to accidently challenge her, after all, and there was no way (that he knew of) that he could do that in his useless human form. So with his blue-grey brows furrowed into a worried look, he shyed away from the other lupine voice. "I'm not here.. I mean no harm," He muttered under his breath as he keep one ear tuned into the other's location. Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten The rest is still unwritten The rest is still unwritten Oh, yeah, yeah [/i]
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Post by Knight on Jan 4, 2013 23:18:41 GMT -5
Jumping up and down the floor, My head is an animal. And once there was an animal, It had a son that mowed the lawn. The son was an okay guy, They had a pet dragonfly. The dragonfly it ran away, But it came back with a story to say.
Redfang seemed a little amused by the attention, a smile on his features as he stretched lazily, doing his best to look unconcerned as he stared at the female figure before her. Lieutenant General. The title was unfamiliar to him, as was the rest of the name. Human. Oh, it was very human. Not that he hadn't been able to tell before; she walked like a human and talked like a human as well, it seemed. And if it walked like a duck and talked like a duck, it was a duck. This was also certainly not a creature who had been raised in the company of animals, Redfang thought with a soft snort, shaking his head. There was an almost challenging tone to her words, and few would have taken kindly to them, Redfang included.
But he figured she didn't mean much by it, and instead of reacting, he gave an almost mocking bow. "Redfang, warrior of the Rex Felis tribe, at your service." Redfang said with a snort. No fancy titles for him. No, he was a warrior and that was enough for him. He didn't need any titles to tell him that. No, he had the tattoos for that. He rubbed them almost absently, nails scratching lightly across the flesh. It was only a tiny echo of how much the tattoos there had hurt. But Redfang hadn't minded, not really. It had all been about the glory and honor he'd brought to the tribe. Plus, he'd been more than a little out of it, having lost a good deal of blood in that battle. Windsinger had never let him hear the end of that.
A wry smile crossed Redfang's features at the thought, and he turned back towards the human, head tilted slightly to the side as he listened to her speak. "Well, I doubt you'll get much educational information around here, Lieutenant General." Redfang replied, glancing out across the water. He was mostly amused to see that a seal had surfaced and was surveying them curiously. This would be interesting to see; he rather doubted that the aquatic shifters (and especially their king, the megaladon shifter) would appreciate the boat that had crossed through the heart of their territory, but a seal? It was little match for a wolf. Redfang could handle the creature with one hand tied behind his back.
The wolf shifter shook his head and turned back to the female. "Now, I suppose I should inform you that there is not a place on this island or its surrounding waters where you are not trespassing on the territory of at least one race. You will probably be forgiven by the aquatic races, considering they only sent a seal. They can't really think you're a huge threat," He ignored the indignant bark that sounded from the waters, "But I bet the Chief'll want to meet you..." Redfang trailed off, examining the human. She smelled very human too, now that he thought about it. "What would you say to an . . . educational journey?" Redfang asked, pushing his floppy hair out of his eyes once again. She didn't look too intimidating, but Redfang doubted the humans would have sent someone who couldn't take care of themselves out here.
Her dirty paws and furry coat, She ran down the forest slope. The forest of talking trees, They used to sing about the birds and the bees. The bees had declared a war, The sky wasn't big enough for them all. The birds, they got help from below, From dirty paws and the creatures of snow.
Windsinger sat in silence, waiting patiently for the response to come. She knew that there was something else out there. Maybe it was a wolf. The thought sent thrills racing up through her body. She hadn't seen a single wolf other than her brother since her fateful rescue. Canines seemed to be a fading breed in these lands, at least. Maybe they were more common than she thought, however. She knew that dog shifters were becoming more prolific echoing the increase in reproduction with domesticated cat shifters. The two species seemed to be tied together, in ways that she would probably never understand. She was just a wolf, after all, not a god.
Still, the female shook herself slightly, ears pricked in the direction of the sounds that she had heard. For the moment, though, silence reigned. Things were quiet, as if the forest was waiting for something to happen. Though Windsinger knew that wasn't really what was going on, the thought was still there. The white female flicked her tail idly, sniffing deeply as she began to move her head around, seeking the herb she'd left her den for. She didn't normally wander so far from home, and the female wasn't entirely sure that whatever it was was going to show its face, so she figured she'd might as well get what she needed while she was out here.
It didn't take long, however, for a soft, almost nervous human voice to reach her ears. Windsinger paused, tilting her head slightly as she muddled through the meaning of the words. It was always harder to decipher human words in her lupine form, though far from impossible. The female snorted softly, amusement evident in her blue eyes at the words, but instead of responding in this form, she took a moment to shift into her human form. The cracking and popping of a skeleton being reshaped was painful, but Windsinger tuned it out as she assumed her human form.
Standing up carefully, she brushed her hands off on her pants before turning towards the source of the voice, picking her way to the edge of the feline territory. "Clearly someone's here." She pointed out softly, not wanting to scare the other away, "But... I don't intend any harm either. There's no need to run away." Windsinger said softly, as if she were speaking to a nervous cub. The female peered around curiously, blue eyes bright as she looked around. Was this a wolf? She figured that it was, but Windsinger wanted to see the wolf, if it was one. She had seen no wolves other than herself and her brother in years, after all. She wanted to know what this wolf was like - she wanted to know what all wolves were like.
And it was that thought that made Windsinger beginning to wander closer and closer to the border, her bare feet carrying her along easily.
And for a while things were cold, They were scared down in their holes. The forest that once was green Was colored black by those killing machines. But she and her furry friends Took down the queen bee and her men. And that's how the story goes, The story of the beast with those four dirty paws. [/blockquote]
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Post by Matsi on Jan 8, 2013 1:11:29 GMT -5
Matison looked at the....man? Creature? Person-thing, as he introduced himself. Well. His name was very... Feral... to say the least. Almost native sounding. Not common at all, that was for sure. Maybe here, they all had descriptive names like that. Names that showed a glimpse into who they were, or where they were from. Maybe he got his name from the marks on his body... But those looked artifical, not natural, so that idea was out. Maybe he was a child that survived a war, with the redfang symbolizing his survival.
Alright, so maybe she was putting too much thought into this. They probably got their names just as every one else from across the water did. Despite that, she pulled her notebook out again and wrote down a few bullet points that Redfang mentioned, mostly about the different races and territories. So they were not all united? Interesting indeed.
"So be it. I was not expecting a... guide... but I will not turn away the resources," She said as she pushed her booklet back into her pocket and put her pencil behind her ear. Her hazel eyes looked out over the water at the seal for a moment. So, he must be a shifter then too. Brilliant. "And don't worry, I can protect myself," She said, with a small huff to herself, as she absently patted her hip where her gun and knife rested in hidden holsters. General was insane if he thought she would come all the way out here without her Trusty Twins (as she called them). "What decides a clan then, RedFang?" She asked quickly after allowing him to lead. She was going to squeeze as many answers out of him as she could. After all, this was a once in a life time chance!
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207 could hear the voice, and lowered his head and hunched his shoulders as he tried to keep away from the sound. He peered over his shoulder once, trying to pick out exactly where the other was lurking. With his blue eyes off of his path, his footing quickly faltered and he tumbled over a bramble bush. He fell onto his chest with a thump and a grunt, then just laid there for a moment. He dropped his chin onto the ground as he let out a slight sigh of defeat. Just his luck. He would be trying to do one thing, but his feet would do another.
He pushed himself up onto his knees and wiped dirt and leaves from his chest and arms, then scratched at the blue "glove" tattoos on his arms that went just above his wrists. The area was slightly scabbed with claw mark like wounds from scratching at them. He sat up on his knees and his head twisted around as he listened, trying to figure out if the other wolf was still around.
He slowly got to his feet and fixed his ratty grey shirt and the blue (well, it looked more grey-green now with dirt) scarf that rested around his neck. Alright, so he didn't hear them, but that didn't mean that they weren't around. He had best just get out of the area.... His stomach growled as if to remind him of his original problem, which made him grumble to himself. Safety first, then food.
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He walked quietly, which was surprising for his massive figure. He walked in his shifted form, a large, burley wolf with thick, coarse fur that was mottled brown and grey. His paws, chest fuzz, tail tip and ear tips were all a bit darker than his base, but they were not the standard tattoo created marks. He held none of those marks. The only thing about him that stood out were his eyes, and his face. His eyes were bicolored, with purple on the outter edges of his irises, towards the outside of his face, while the inside of his irises, or inside towards his nose, was the color of a ripe orange. Cover his face, was an odd thick cloth. The muzzle was wrapped around his mouth twice, then once the length of his nose, covering all signs of his mouth. All that showed was his nose.
He was a wanderer. He had been self cursed, so to say. He had lost track of time since that time. That time when he lived with a small tribe just at the foothills of the Lead Wolf Clan. There were only thirteen others in his clan. Five were pups, and three were elders, while one was an insane witchdoctor that lived on the edge of the clan.
One summer, he wasn't sure how long ago any more, the witchdoctor poured lies into his ears and heart until he snapped, and killed all in his clan. He had been but eighteen years old, and was only a few days away from his "coming of age" tattooing. He would never get the cerimony. Instead, he fled the area and damned himself to keep his mouth shut, so he couldn't tell any more lies or stories, and to keep his wolf fangs from spilling any more blood.
He had lived as a wanderer and loner for some time, that is, until that stormy night. He had found her, lost and alone in the forest, trying to hide from the cool autumn rain. She was in her feral form, and watched him with bright, frightened eyes. He couldn't blame her for being frightened, he was a killer after all, but he didn't want to harm her. No, he couldn't stand to see someone so innocent locked in the hellish storm. So, he stayed with her, and eventually led her to warmth for the night.
Since then, she (for what ever reason) stayed with him. Not that he minded. Though he couldn't ask her why she left her clan, and he couldn't share his story with her, he liked her company. He ached to say her name aloud, instead of just in his haunting mind, but he didn't dare. He didn't want to curse her to die.
He had tried to get her to leave a few times, but the attempts never worked. So, when she never came back from her hunting trip, he was at first relived. She must have went back to her pack. But, over time, he started to worry. It wasn't like her to just vanish. She would have told him if she were leaving. What could have happened to her?
That was why he was here now. On the edge of Feline and Aquatic lands. These area's were more open, and would be easy to search. So, he shifted himself into his human form, only after hesitating on his anthromorphic form for a moment. His human form was large and bulky, with thick shoulders, square jaw, large chest and sturdy limbs. He wasn't one that normal humans would mess with, but here, he was just another shifter that was actually quite the teddy bear. Like in his feral form, the bindings wrapped around his face and mouth, preventing him from speaking a word.
The bindings were going to make this trip difficult. He just wanted to find Leora. Maybe he could try to... ask... the leaders of these tribes if any word of her had reached them. Sure, it was risky, and would be complicated since he was unable to talk, but it was worth a shot.... right? Alright, so it was a horrible idea. But he was grasping at straws and had no other options at the moment. So, he took a deep breath and let his bare feet carry him onto the warm sands that marked the Aquatic lands.
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Post by Knight on Jan 8, 2013 22:21:40 GMT -5
Homecoming, I'm coming, My sweet mistake, Summer's over, hope it's not too late, I'm pacing, impatient, Up in my head, Taken back to the sidewalk where we met,
And carved out our names, Do you remember that?
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, Did you take off while I was gone? I missed it all, I messed you up, I missed you, I'm coming home, I wanna know, When all the leaves begin to fall, If I'm falling, falling apart for you.
What were you supposed to say when your sister came up to you, told you that she needed your help? Especially when that sister came from your family and begged for your assistance. And when you denied her, the wrath of your family came down viciously, dragging you away to the land you'd left behind, deep in the forest and tried to force you to do the one thing you'd fled your family rather than do.
When Leora had left her family behind, fleeing the prophecy that had defined her life since her birth, the one thing that she had never expected was her sister tracking her down. When she'd met Mute, it was easy to forget that she'd betrayed her entire pack by running away. Some savior she was. But Mute had made her feel like she could save something; him. And that had made her feel better, for a while. The torment he seemed to have endured made her feel guilty about running away, yes, but more than that it gave her something to live for. She wanted nothing more than to hear his voice one day, to see if it was anything like she'd imagined. And if she was totally honest with herself, Mute meant a lot to her. He was something that had kept her grounded, sane when the guilt for abandoning her family had threatened to swallow her like a tide.
But no matter how guilty she'd felt, she still hadn't wanted to go back with them. There was no way she was going back to that place, to the silent expectations that went with the prophecy of an elderly truthteller that seemed to have named her. "When the golden wolf is born who hides their thoughts behind a mask of innocence, the age of our rulers will be over. They will fall and they will fall violently and the golden wolf will reclaim the throne that was rightfully theirs." It wasn't much of a prophecy, honestly. It didn't have a rhyme or a pretty flow, but her pack had always been about getting straight to the point without beating around the bush and when Leora had been born, well, all signs had pointed to her. She had lived with that for years before running away in the night, leaving the responsibilities of the world behind her. She couldn't handle it anymore. Still couldn't.
That hadn't stopped her sister though. Hadn't saved her from being dragged away from the one wolf that had seen her through her worst days, and even if he'd never said a word of support, well, neither had her family. And at least he had an excuse.
It had been quite some time, however, since Leora had been abducted. She had been abandoned in the heart of the pack that had overtaken and engulfed theirs. Her sister knew very well that Leora would have to fight or die; trespassers were killed here. Even if they were ex-pack members, they were killed. So Leora fought, refusing to let herself fall. She wanted to get back to Mute, to her true family. So she'd fought, with memories of his orange-purple eyes fierce in her mind as her claws and fangs lashed out. When the attacks stopped coming, Leora realized that the body before her was that of the King of the pack that she was expected to destroy and she had fled into the night. This time, her family hadn't tried to stop to her.
Her wounds were crusted and nasty now, and Leora winced irritably as she poked at them cautiously with a finger. "Ew." She muttered dispassionately, wiping her hand off on the pants that she wore. There were clawmarks on her chest and arms, and a couple of bite marks marred her lower arms. They weren't bad. She'd seen worse on her family before she'd left. It was impressive that she'd gotten away with such little injury. But they were still pretty gross. Leora had never had a stomach for fighting, and now to know that she'd killed a wolf.
Nausea rose in her stomach and Leora groaned, shoving blonde hair out of her face and bright green eyes blinked. The beach wasn't far away. She could hear the water pounding against the rocks, and Leora sighed slightly, relief filling her thoughts. Asher. King of the Aquatic Shifters, he was rumored to be a very merciful creature. If she needed to rest anywhere before looking for Mute, it would be here. The felines, the reptiles, the birds? No, they would kill her as soon as they let her rest there. And the wolves were absolutely out of the question. So that left these lands. Asher rarely cared about those who dwelled on the borders of his lands. The sandy shores were open to one and all. But there would be no wars there. No fighting, or the aquatic shifters would destroy them all.
Her sanctuary beckoned her, and carefully, Leora wandered out onto the sand, only to pause just past the borders of he beach, gaze focusing on the figure of a bulky male and an only slightly less bulky female. She couldn't tell what they shifted into, not in her human form. But it would probably be a good idea to lay low and try to avoid their attention.
With that in mind, Leora headed swiftly down towards the water, ignoring the seal that barked at her approach. "Oh, go bother the fish." Leora muttered irritably under her breath.
Descending, I'm spinning, Lost all defense, How could you swallow me again? I left you, I meant to, Couldn't let you in, Never mind a single word I said.
Carve out your name, Do you remember that?
Redfang grinned, tongue flicking across sharpened fangs as he pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Smart of you." The wolf shifter said simply, "Shifters won't attack you with me around." He glanced meaningfully at a tree standing not too far away, filled to the brim with birds. Small birds, but they could be a pain in the ass, Redfang knew. They couldn't do much on their own, but in flocks like that, they sucked. "I wouldn't worry about the seal, at least. They don't do much but eat and cause trouble for boats." Redfang added after a moment, his red gaze tracking her glance.
Right. His snort was loud, and disbelief was evident in Redfang's look. "From the dangers of your world, perhaps. But this is an entirely different one." Redfang responded with a shake of his head. "Can you defend yourself from things you don't know are attacks?" He asked almost softly, tilting his head as he examined the figure. He could remember when he'd thought he could take on the world. But time and many battles had humbled him, battles that had ended in him landing in his sister's den time after time. He was in and out almost as much as Kalia. But unlike Kalia, Redfang had something to prove; that he was just as much of a warrior as any feline fighter.
He shook his head irritably, glancing at the figure with an edge of amusement to his voice when he spoke. "What decides a clan? A leader, I guess. Without a leader, a clan is nothing. Whether it's an Alpha, or a Chief or a King, without a leader, we're nothing. You should understand that much, at least." It made perfect sense to him, so why wouldn't it make sense to her?
The male froze moments later, however, his footsteps stilling as he thrust his arm out. "Wait." Redfang said sharply as a blonde figured stepped out onto the sand. Shifter, he was guessing. There was no other reason to come out here. Because Asher was pretty laid back. This place was a place where a shifter in trouble could rest.
After a moment, Redfang shook his head irritably. "Probably just an aquatic. Nevermind." The wolf said, turning towards the forest she had wandered out of. "Let's get going then. I imagine you'll be quite excited to see our chief. If anyone can answer your questions, it'll be him." Redfang spoke smoothly as he began to walk again, tuning the female out easily. She wasn't a threat; those injuries were recent, meaning she'd just gotten her butt kicked. She didn't look to be in any shape to fight.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, Did you take off while I was gone? I missed it all, I messed you up, I missed you. I'm coming home, I wanna know, When all the leaves begin to fall, If I'm falling, falling apart.
You've got control of me, Is this the end of me? 'Cause I just can't cut up the strings, I'm coming back for more, Don't let your heart go, Please don't walk away,
Homecoming, I'm coming, I'm coming back.
The sound of someone falling had Windsinger snapping into healer mode, feet carrying her carefully forward as she made her way along towards the source of the loud grunt and thud. Someone had definitely fallen, Windsinger figured. Probably nothing bad, but Windsinger didn't want to take chances. Not when this was quite possibly another wolf, something she hadn't seen since her pack had been destroyed and their guide died from an illness that had set in that night. She didn't want to lose this chance. So it was selfish of her, sure, but Windsinger wanted to know.
The female came to a stop a few feet away from the other as he rose to his feet, her eyes taking in his tattoos and the scarf on his neck curiously. "I didn't know wolves got tattoos." There was a cautious wonder to her voice; she'd always thought it was just a feline thing. They more closely tied together than she'd realized, it seemed. But this was a wolf. There was a wolf standing in front of her. A real, live wolf. That needed her help.
The thought reminded her of his injury and Windsinger felt a slow smile appear on her features, hopefully a comforting one. "If you come with me, I can help you with those. You know, the scratches." Windsinger said softly, tilting her head as she examined him. "My name's Windsinger." She added a moment later, head tilted slightly as she examined the figure curiously. This was a wolf. Strange. He didn't look any different from a feline shifter. Then again, neither did she or Redfang.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, Did you take off while I was gone? I missed it all, I messed you up, I missed you, I'm coming home, I wanna know, When all the leaves begin to fall, If I'm falling, falling apart.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, Did you take off while I was gone? I missed it all, I messed you up, I missed you. I'm coming home, I wanna know, When all the leaves begin to fall, If I'm falling, falling apart for you. [/blockquote]
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Post by Matsi on Jan 10, 2013 17:51:55 GMT -5
Matti barely even looked at Redfang as he answered her questions, and even answered with questions of his own. She chose to ignore his questions for the most part. They jabbed at her pride slightly, which irritated her like a fly biting a horse. Alright, so she was a bit prideful, but that wasn't her fault. That was her Papa' John's fault. He taught her to be proud of what you are. She was a soldier, and had survived and led a few battles. Of course she knew about "non attack" attacks. Mind games is what she always called them. Gabe always played Mind Games to get things he wanted or how he wanted. She wasn't as good at them, but she knew how to deal with them.
Finally, after she dabbled more in her note pad, mostly jusst to keep her tongue from snapping, she closed the booklet up and looked at the shifter man. "No rush. I am stuck here for some time," She muttered under her breath as she looked over at the water again. Maybe it was a bad idea to greet a shifter right off the bat. Oh well. She could roll with the punches.
"So yes, lead the way, Mr. Redfang," She said politely. She jammed her booklet back into her pocket. Alright, she needed to stop using that so much. Surely she could remember almost all of this information without writing it down. And if not, well, as long as she remembered some to take back to the General.
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207 jumped as the femanine voice echoed behind him. He turned in mid air to look at her, his crystaline eyes wide as he eyed her. His body froze. He didn't know what to do. Was he going to get attacked? Just as he had been so many times in the past? He was stiff, to the point that he didn't or rather couldn't, even make a remark about his glove like tattoos.
When she mentioned the scratches on his arms, he rubbed at them absently and looked away from her. She was being nice? This was something new for him, and his face went a bright color as she introduced herself. He had never had anyone introduce themselves to him before... Not before him at least. Most of the time, they demanded his name, then chased him off once they took notice to how he was labeled with a number, not a name. He was from that clan. It was like a bad omen to be quite honest.
He stayed quiet for a few moments, his face still turned away from Windsinger, with his blue-roan hair hanging loosely in his face, covering his shy eyes. "207'' He said softly, almost in a whisper. He thought about what he had said for a moment, and realized that it probably sounded odd. "I am 207," He added, in just as quiet of a voice as before. He lowered his face slightly behind the dirty scarf that was around his neck, and peeked from behind his hair at Windsinger. His arms were hugging himself and his shoulders were shrugged up, as if he were a turtle trying to sink into his shell.
He tried to subtly examine her. She wreaked of feline. The scent was distinct and strong as she stood a few feet from him. But, under that was the lupine or canine scent that was similar to his own clan's scent. Was she a hybrid? Or was she one of those living with the opposite clan? He just couldn't decide. But, he didn't keep debating it. After deciding that he couldn't decide (if that makes any sense), he lowered his gaze again and absently tried to hide his face in his scarf again.
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The sands almost burnt his bare feet as he walked (unknowingly towards Leora but from the opposite side of the beach). His eyes looked out at the water, hoping to see movement that signaled a shifter. How would he ask them? Maybe he could write it in the sand? It would be difficult to read and time consuming, but it could work.
With long strides, he made his way to the cooler sand that was dark with the moisture from the waves. The frothy water rolled up and licked at his ankles as he just stood there for a second, trying to decide how to get attention. It wasn't very often that he actually tried to draw attention to himself, but now was one of those few times.
He eyes brightened slightly as he thought of a way to get attention. He wandered back onto the warmer sands and found a few larger rocks and sticks. Maybe smacking the water would draw enough to send a scout. The water did carry sound pretty well, so he hoped it would work.
He started out by chucking a few of the stones into the water, making sure to his the same general area each time. He was afraid that if he scattered them too much it would sound like something more natural. No, this was not unnatural, but it wasn't "ignore it" natural either. He needed their damn attention!
After throwing the stones, he waited for a few moments, making sure to look around for movement. He spotted a sea sknanke drift by not too far away, then vanish into the depths. That damn thing better be fatching someone. He decided to move on to the next odd sounds, and smacked the surface of the water a few times with a branch, then waited.
Nothing.
Irritated, he shifted into his large feral form and took to the water. If nothing else, maybe the sound of hims swimming in their waters would work!
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Post by Knight on Jan 10, 2013 21:17:12 GMT -5
I'm coming home to you, Every night...
I'm the colorless sunrise, That's never good enough, I'm the wind that's in your hair, That ruffles you up, If you can find a reason, You can let me know, I won't blame you, I'll just turn and go.
Redfang snorted, a hint of amusement appearing in his crimson eyes as he glanced at the figure. "Well, in that case I suppose it can't hurt to take you on a little bit of a tour as we go." Redfang said with an absent shrug. In truth, he just wanted to investigate the enigma that was this human a little bit more before he brought her before Hinto. If she were an assassin or something like that... Well, Redfang would never forgive himself and Lane would probably lead the attack on him herself. He shuddered at the thought of crossing the chief's partner. They certainly made an intimidating pair, didn't they? Perhaps they would intimidate this regal little human. Though for some reason, Redfang suspected that it would take a little more than his chief and his partner.
The wolf shook his head irritably, pushing aside the branches that marked the edge of the shifter territory and putting his feet down daintily on lupine territory. "We will have to move quickly through this stretch of land. It belongs to the wolves." Redfang said smoothly as he began to walk forward, glancing back to make sure that the human followed him. It wouldn't do to lose her in here, at least. Once they hit feline territory, well, she could get lost whenever she wanted and Redfang would be able to locate her at his leisure, without worrying about getting killed because he was trespassing. Wolves were much more protective of their lands than felines, Redfang knew. He could feel it in his bones when shifters stepped across their borders without permission.
However, it didn't take long for them to cross into feline territory. The stretch of woods thinned swiftly as the ground began to angle upwards and Redfang slowed to a stop, glancing at his human follower. "This is where our territory begins." Redfang said simply, "The felines rule the mountains, where they can watch all that goes on on this island." Redfang added a moment later, a hint of pride filling his voice as he spoke about his tribe. Hey, he might not be a real feline shifter, but Redfang felt to be more of a feline than a wolf most of the time. After all, it was Hinto who had taken him in and raised him, not any wolves.
I'm coming home to you, Every night... Coming home to you, Every night... My mind is made up, Nothing could change that, I'm coming home to you, Every night...
Searching to find myself, But all I find is you, I can hardly stand myself, So what am I to you? If you can find a reason, You could let me know, I won't blame you, I'll just turn and go.
Windsinger tilted her head slightly as she took in the scared, skittish looking figure before her. He looked so scared. Her heart went out to the male. He was scrawny too, hungry looking. The female frowned as she looked at him. Why was he so scared? It wasn't like she was going to attack him or anything. Did she seem aggressive? Okay, it would have taken a lot for Windsinger to seem aggressive. She wasn't much of an aggressive wolf. So that left the female even more confused than when she'd started.
They stood in silence and it wasn't until he whispered something that Windsinger stirred, head tilting as he spoke again. "Well, 207, it's nice to meet you." She said with a hint of a smile on her features, "You look a little hungry, too. Want to go hunting with me?" Windsinger asked kindly, "And then I can take care of those scratches for you, if you'd like." The female said, her voice careful. She didn't want to scare the wolf off. She wanted to talk to him, to learn his story. And he brought out the protective instincts in this female, the ones that had always been there. But so few felines needed protection that they mostly lurked, dormant only to be brought out in full force by this lonely looking wolf.
Still, she was afraid to drive him off. He seemed more skittish than many of the more loner types that dwelled on her territory. The territory that she had left behind not too long ago. But that felt like it had been an eternity ago. It felt like she'd spent an eternity trying to get a conversation out of this male that seemed terrified of her for reasons unknown.
I'm coming home to you, Every night... Coming home to you, Every night... My mind is made up, Nothing could change that, I'm coming home to you, Every night...
When Mute appeared, the seal barked loudly. Leora shot it a nasty look, glowering at the creature. It snapped its maw at her, but she just laughed dryly. It couldn't very well do much more to her than had already happened. But as the seal slunk off, seeming to finally had its fill of Leora (though it was mostly due to Redfang and the human's retreat), she snorted softly, feeling almost guilty as it retreated. The first company that she'd had in some time and she'd driven it off. Way to go, Leora thought venomously to herself, rubbing absently at her eyes, which were heavy and tired. It had been a long travel to get out here. But now that she was alone, she might as well find somewhere to doze and maybe get some energy back.
The female glanced around curiously, and found her gaze settling on a large boulder raised above the pounding surf. Though it was low tide currently, the rock was past most of the high tide marks, meaning she could probably get some sleep before the water started threatening to drown her. At the thought of salt water in her injuries, Leora shuddered and shook her head violently. No, that certainly wouldn't do. It would hurt and she was trying to get her energy back so that she could find Mute and leave this nightmare behind.
With a sigh, she dug her toes into the sand and started to walk. As she drew closer, however, Leora found her gaze settling on another figure. Perhaps it, like her, had come to seek sanctuary on the edges of the massive aquatic shifter territory. Whoever it was probably wouldn't bother her, so for the moment, Leora just kept her green eyes focused on the sand and walked forward. No need to draw any attention to herself. She was just finding a place to rest before she journeyed on. There was no threat here.
Or at least, she hoped that was what they thought. But as she drew closer, Leora frowned slightly. Something about him seemed rather familiar. Was that a . . . muzzle? No. It couldn't be. But as Leora watched and the shifter began to throw things at the water and smack at it, Leora frowned. It did certainly look like him. But that was too good to be true, wasn't it? Still, Leora kept watching from up the beach, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she watched the movements of the shifter. When he took his wolf form, Leora was certain. That was Mute.
So the blonde figure raced down the beach, feet digging into the sand to push her forward. Her breath came in swift pants within a few steps, and the rapid movements tore a few scabs, leaving thing trails of crimson trailing down her arms but she hardly noticed that.
Skidding to a stop a few feet away, Leora beamed happily. "Mute!" She yelped out, waving her hands happily in the air in an attempt to get his attention. It seemed that her journey to find her friend was over even before it began. This, at least, was a blessing, a sign that the fates were on her side just this once. That was all that she needed though. Just this once.
No matter, no matter, No matter what we're facing, It don't matter, don't matter, 'Cause the reason that I'm here, Is the same through all these years, Not changing, not changing, Anything at all.
I'm coming home to you, Every night... Coming home to you, Every night... My mind is made up, Nothing could change that, I'm coming home to you, Every night... [/blockquote]
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Post by Matsi on Jan 10, 2013 21:51:05 GMT -5
Matti snorted slightly, then sneezed as they entered the tree line. Damn pollen crap or what ever it was. She wasn't sure what darted up her nose, but it made her frown slightly and almost fall over with her aggressive sneezing. She almost didn't hear what Redfang had to say, but was able to catch just enough to understand. "So you're a cat," She rubbed her nose as it itched, then finally subsided. She then stretched her stride a little to catch up to the shifter so that she could hear him better. "Are there different breeds here like back on the mainland? Like Tigers, leopards, domestics?" She asked, curiosity finally really taking hold. Alright, so now that she put that stupid booklet away, she stopped thinking about the General and her task, and was really starting to have her own curiosity peak through. "You a black panther or something then? I mean, I have always heard that Shifter's haircolor, facial shape and things like that hint at what they can morph into," She looked up at Redfang, almost bubbling with her curiosity. A grin was spreading on her face, but she then cleared her throat and pushed the grin away. Nope. She wasn't here to make friends or to feed her own curiosity. She was here on a job.
She fell silent, mentally arguing and scolding herself. How could she forget that this was a military job? There was no acting like the young adult that she really was. Nope. Only a Soldier. A Lt. General. That was what she was right now. She was on the job.
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207 crossed his arms tighter around himself and lowered his head a little bit more. "I don't hunt," He said softly, then shook his head. "They don't hurt," Well, at least he was to the point. He still couldn't figure out why she was being so nice to him.
Slowly, he raised his face from the confines of his scarf and looked at her though his hair once more. She didn't look mean at least. Maybe this time... just this time... looks were the truth. Maybe she wouldn't chase him off or anything. Was she the type of company that he had been wanting? "I never learned to hunt. I scavenge. I was a targetOmega in my pack. We didn't learn anything like hunting," He muttered softly, lowering his gaze again, but not fully hiding in his scarf. He was trying to be brave! He wanted to be brave, but that was just one of those "easier said than done" things for him.
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Soft, deep growls vibrated from Mute's chest. It wasn't often that he let any sound through his throat, but the frustration was almost too much as he swam in a few circles. The water rippled around him, shining the glare into his eyes and making him a little disoriented. He had to slow his paddling to try to find where the land was once again.
As he did so, his ears perked up as he heard his name (well the name that so many had started to call him by). He raised his head further out of the water, looking towards the land that he could now tell was there, and saw a figure dancing around and waving. Was that...? No. It couldn't be... Then again, that was the reason he was in the deep waves swimming in circles. So his large paws pushed him a little bit closer to land and he confirmed what he thought. He sighed in relief and, once he hit the shallows, shifted back to his two legged form.
The slightl growling sound still moved from his chest, though it was so deep and quiet that it was one of those "felt" sounds more than actually heard. He approched Leora slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the scabs on her. His brow furrowed and the deep vibrating sound grew a little bit louder. He was less than pleased with what he saw. What had happened? Of course, she would be the one to get herself into trouble the MOMENT his back was turned. Of course, he doubted it was ever on purpose, but still!
He finally sighed and the rumbling vibration stopped and he closed his eyes for a moment. At least she was still kicking and he was able to find her again.
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Post by Knight on Jan 11, 2013 12:19:35 GMT -5
A cat. Redfang bit back a snort of laughter, and only shrugged his shoulders as he slowed his pace slightly. That, however, was when the explosion of questions began. The male blinked, turning towards the woman as she spoke, a smile appearing on his face. Well then, he thought to himself. It seemed he'd finally figured out what she wanted to know: everything. Well, he could help her out a little with that. But she would have to look elsewhere to learn about the other races of this land. Redfang only knew about felines and a little about wolves. Which was kind of sad if you thought about it. Of course, that was something Redfang generally tried to avoid doing. "There are many different breeds," Redfang said with a nod, "We are lead by the big cats." Redfang continued, "Domestic cats are generally servants. Of course, there are exceptions to that rule." Like Diamondback, his sister's predecessor. And he was an exception to that rule too, wasn't he? Instead of being an outsider, he was a warrior of the pack. "Our current chief is a Tiger shifter. His partner shifts into an otter." Redfang said smoothly, wondering what kind of questions that would raise in this curious human. Lane had come to their pack when Asher had become king of the aquatic shifters and had decided that he and his tribe had wanted to become more friendly with the other shifters. But he could only send semi-aquatic shifters out to the other tribes. People like Lane, who shifted into an otter. Black panther? That was new. Redfang chuckled, "Mm. Something like that." He slowed to a stop, tilting his head as he examined the figure. "Here. Watch." He said calmly, a smirk appearing on his features. Well, if this didn't confuse her, nothing would. With that, the male shifted, squeezing his eyes shut as his body twisted and cracked, and within moments, a wolf stood before the human. The eyes were the same color as Redfang's human form and the crimson markings echoed his tattoos. Red tipped tail twitching in amusement, Redfang sat down daintily and examined the human, nostrils flaring as he took in her scent and waited to see what she would say. This would be funny. Or his name wasn't Redfang. ~~~~~~~~~~ Windsinger blinked, curiosity evident on her features as he spoke. He didn't hunt? Well, why not. She wanted to know! Still, the female refrained from asking, and instead just shrugged. "Well, I can catch something for you." She said simply, "But you need to eat, 207." What kind of name was that? It was a number, but Windsinger couldn't fathom why he didn't have a real name. She didn't want to ask, however. Not yet, not when he still looked like he might run away from her at any second. She'd give him time to calm down, to get used to her presence before she started asking questions. Gathering herbs was the furthest thing from her mind at that moment. "They still need treatment." Windsinger replied, "They could get infected." She added a moment later, exasperation flickering in her mind. Stubborness had always been her least favorite personality trait in her patients. She was the healer. They ought to listen to her. But others rarely followed her line of thinking, which meant that Windsinger was used to this by now. But this skittish male stirred more of her compassion than many of her feline patients had. This was a strange thing for her. She always felt compassion for the ones who ended up in her den, but this was more than that. She wanted to help him. Another frown crossed Windsinger's features when the shifter spoke again. "Well, maybe I can teach you." She said softly, "Every wolf should learn how to hunt in a pack." Though she hadn't been given that chance either. Hey, maybe they could figure it out together. "It's in our blood." Windsinger said softly, shaking her head slightly. That was something the solitary felines that she lived with would never understand. It was something that of the tribe, only she and Redfang shared. Even Lane, the only other nonfeline shifter in their tribe would never understand. Otters didn't hunt. And felines would never hunt like wolves should, like Windsinger had only been beginning to learn how to do when her pack had been destroyed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, now Leora was really confused. What was Mute doing? He was swimming, that much was obvious. But why? The aquatic shifters were rarely too pleased about trespassers on the water. The beach was a different story. But the water? It belonged exclusively to them and they didn't tend to take too kindly to trespassers. Maybe he was trying to get their attention? Of course, that left her with more questions than answers. Which she promptly forgot when he swam towards the shore, shifting into his human form as he moved. Her eyes lit up as he moved closer slowly, a grin widening on her features as she launched herself at him, ignoring the apparent concern on his features. Colliding with his solid bulk, Leora wrapped her arms around the other shifter. "It's good to be back." Leora muttered, closing her eyes for a moment as she inhaled deeply, letting the scent of home fill her nose. He was home. Even if it wasn't a concept she'd ever be able to explain to anyone else, he was home for her. It wasn't a place or a time, it was a person. Well, a shifter. But still. That wasn't a distinction that mattered. Pulling back, Leora examined Mute carefully. He didn't look much worse for the wear. Which was good. Still. "Are you okay?" She'd learned to ask him yes or no questions, for the most part. But you could get a lot of information out of someone with simple yes or no questions, if you asked them enough. And Leora had probably asked Mute more questions than there were stars in the sky. Of course, to be fair, he hadn't answered all of them. Not that she blamed him. The female shook her head slightly and grinned, hopping back a step as she dug her feet into the sand, seeking cooler surfaces. "I thought it would take a little bit more work to find you... Hmm. Are you sure you're not telepathic or anything?" There was a teasing note to Leora's voice as she grinned at the male shifter, practically bouncing up and down. She had missed him! ((WOAH sorry this is crappy but we're about to leave and I wanted you to have a post!))
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Post by Matsi on Jan 22, 2013 15:02:24 GMT -5
((Sorry this may be crappy. Have to get the muse-juice flowing again))
Matison's face scruntched slightly at the mention of the otter. An otter wasn't a feline at all. "So... on rare occasions... other species live within a tribe?" She asked as she put her hands into her pockets to refrain from writing things down. She was starting to think that writing in that journal was becoming a security blanket. She wasn't going to start that habit now!
Before Redfang could answer that question though, he told her to watch something. Oh! Was he gonna' show her his other form? How often would someone get to see some of these species close up, even if they were shifters, not often! To think, she could have the chance to see rare species like the clouded leopard and maybe a black panther, all in person and up close. Sure, they were human in a sense, but still!! A small grin curved one side of her mouth up for a moment until her attention shifted back to Redfang and his morphing. The process didn't look as horrific as she was once told, and it all happened quicker than she was expecting. But there was one thing... He was far from a feline. With the elongated muzzle and the flowing yet bushy tail, she knew what he was within moments. But why was he with the felines? Was this the same thing as the Otter that was the partner of their leader? "So.... Question," She said as she cocked her head to the side and then knelt down to look at his lupine face. Besides the colors, he looked just like a normal canine... "Are you like the Otter then? I mean, a partner with like the leader's daughter or something?" She asked as she reached out and poked Redfang's ear. Yeah. It was really there. It wasn't an illusion like so many people thought. It was a real form.
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The questions that Windsinger threw at him made him recoil slightly and cross his arms over his chest and lower his face into the scarf once more. "No, thanks. I am fine." he said as he slid back half a step. He really didn't understand what was going on. She was being nice, yes, but, he just couldn't pinpoint the twitching nerviousness that was in him. Where was it coming from? Oh yeah, probably from the strong scent of feline that clung to her. Why did she carry that potent odor of cat? Maybe that was why he was so hesitant. He had heard far too many horror stories about the feline race to be comfortable with that scent. "I'm sorry," He then muttered in a soft tone as he looked away. His blue eyes focused on a patch of moss-flowers against the base of a tree. They were so pretty and elegant, yet simple. Why were the simple things so pretty? Of course, he shifted his eyes back. He wasn't going to be that rude to her. He wouldn't look into her eyes, he was too skittish for that, but he did look at her hands as he stood there. His shaggy grey-blue hair flopped into his face and covered his blue-tinted eyebrows and blue eyes. "I don't really want to learn to hunt, anyways," He finally muttered out as he raised his head slightly. "When I don't think about something, It escapes," His voice was soft as he rubbed his hands together. The cool chill always stayed with him, not that he noticed it, but if he forgot to keep it bundled inside... well, that was when things froze. It was the main reason he became a TargetOmega in his twisted tribe. With the parents that were WitchDoctors, and an uncanny gift for the trade, the alpha of course wanted him to specialize in one area. He chose ice and winter, for his fascination with the season was deep. But, when the element took him over, and then he refused to use the element against the tribe enemies, well, his rank was taken from him and his parents pretty quick. "I told you... I am a scavanger..." He sighed out as he fixed the scarf around his neck. I need to wash this, He thought to himself on a side note.
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Mute let Leora hop back and his bicolored eyes just looked at her a bit sternly. Was he ok? He nodded. Of course he was alright. Not that he ever cared about himself. He was the last of his worries, if that made any sense. Instead he only sighed after his initial inspection of Leora.
Telepathic?? Ha! He sometimes wished, but then again, that would be a way of breaking his oath of silence. He wouldn't want to do that, after all. He shook his head again and looked around. Alright. So now that he found her, it was probbably time to get back into their own species' lands. Of course, that would mean having to go through the feline lands again. He wasn't too pleased with that, but it had to be done.
He took a few large strides up the beach and looked at Leora, then motioned for her to follow. It was time to leave now. He didn't want any more trouble that what was already caused. It was time for them to go somewhere else. Maybe north? Yeah, the northern wolf lands could probably provide some security.
He held out his arm to Leora, encouraging her to hurry.
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