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Post by Mystic on Sept 1, 2009 16:42:45 GMT -5
Magic's eyes widened in amazement. "So the stories are true! I knew it!" Magic paused. He glanced suspiciously up at Sol. "Are you immortal?" Questions began to form in his mind. Had he ever seen a two-leg? What did they look like? Had he ever met Magic's ancestors? What had they been like? How had the forest changed over the years? His eyes sparkled curiously and his tail thumped against the ground. For a creature that still had blood smeared across his front, he looked pretty darn cute.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 1, 2009 19:46:57 GMT -5
Sol drew his ears back uncomfortably, ducking his head in embaressment. "Well... yes." He answered rather timidly. But he wasn't really scared to recount things in the history, it was just that he had never been asked before. He was used to a bunch of other immortals just treating his near-fifteen-thousand-year-old age as casual, even though olnly his brother was even close to that age. But it was rare that there was ever an innocent pup so curiously asking him things. It was... interesting. "It gets kind of... boring... after a while." He shrugged, a small smile gracing his slim muzzle. "Things change slow, and most of the time when others say that something new is happening, it really has happened before, so it gets kind of... old."
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Post by Mystic on Sept 2, 2009 6:47:06 GMT -5
"But you live forever! You don't have to be scared of two-legs...or...or...or bears!" Magic had heard stories about the humans. How they used to kill with spears, much how they now had magic sticks that killed instantly. If you were lucky, that was. "Even if it's boring...it's still immortality! What do two-legs look like? Are they as ugly as the stories say?"
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Post by Phantom on Sept 4, 2009 17:15:08 GMT -5
Sol smiled softly. "Well... somewhat. They don't have snouts at all, just sharp noses like rats, and they have a very wide, very flat face, small eyes... their ears are round and tiny, and to either side of their head. They are completely bald besides a mane on their heads, shorter for males and longer for females. They stole the fur of other animals, and even plants, because they have so little fur on their own. And the very little that they do grow, they actually took every effort to remove." He shrugged, not really curious over the enigma that were the humans. "They find baldness highly attractive towards each other. They had no tails, and yet stood on two legs without ever using their forelegs to help them move faster, which they really should have because they were horribly slow. Instead, they used their forepaws to grab things, instead of just using their mouth. But often, the things they held were very dangerous, like curved, cold sticks that shot fire and almost obliderated us wolves many times. They took pleasure in killing and hurting each other. And they don't mate for life like us. In fact, many males with steal females from others, resulting in even more violence. They continued to come up with new ways to currupt themselves..." He paused, drawing back his ears as he realized he'd been essentially rambling. And there were things that this little pup didn't need to hear. He shook his head. "But they're all but gone now."
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Post by Mystic on Sept 7, 2009 20:02:08 GMT -5
While Sol didn't seem interested in humans, Magic's eyes were wide with wonder. He looked down at his paws. Bald, walked on two legs, savage...it sounded like a monster from a story someone told to scare pups. "Wow...they sounded ugly!" He thought of the part where they stole each other's mates. Then, in turn, he thought of his parents and grandparents. His mother and father were extremely close. He couldn't imagine his father, or his grandfather for that matter, ever dreaming of stealing someone's mate and taking them for their own. "Why do they not mate for life? Do they not love their mates? If the don't love 'em...why have them as your mate in the first place? And what're those stick...things? Magic? Who would give magic to such creatures?"
Magic shook his head. There was so much he didn't understand. Everything seemed backwards with these two-legged beings. "If one ever came into my pack's territory I'd rip 'em to pieces!" He growled playfully and pretended to stalk a two-leg. "I'm not afraid!" He looked back at Sol, his tail wagging furiously. "They should know better than to come here. This is wolf land. Not slow, bald, smelly two-leg land." Magic couldn't fully imagine a two-leg. It seemed impossible that something could be that cruel and ugly. But he knew he didn't like them. He would choose any wolf over a two-leg...Magic would even protect BlackShadow territory, even though it was not his own, from a two-leg.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 8, 2009 16:54:23 GMT -5
Sol frowned softly at the pup's niave talk of the humans. He remembered himself days when wolves were brutally slaughtered by the sick creatures, taken hostage, never to be heard from again. Grateful was he that Magic lived in a day and age when the two-legs were scarce. He wouldn't critisize the pup for taking advantage of his luck. But... "The humans made those sticks themselves, using their own twisted magic, not that given by nature like the kind we use." He didn't think twice about confessing that there were those magic-entrusted wolves around their lands. "They used these sticks, what they called 'guns', to kill us. Even the most powerful wolf had to run from them. They thought the whole world was theirs to command. And from this thought, many, many... countless lives were taken. The same for their own kind. They were greedy, even with love. Too-young humans would become mates from what they thought was love, only to find that it was only a twisted copy of what should really be. Some even went through much to kill their pups before they even left their mother. They justified this by saying that since it wasn't born yet, the life had not yet come to be." He slowly shook his head, taking a deep sigh. "This is why humans never mate for life. They mista... mistook their emotions, and it led to much pain, often death." Why, again, was he telling such horrible stories to such an innocent pup...?
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Post by Mystic on Sept 8, 2009 21:21:21 GMT -5
Magic did not seem to be struck by the mention of guns. They were faraway danger. It couldn't hurt him, at least not at the moment. But at the mention of killing the pups...his tail went between his legs. He thought of how fondly his mother told stories of the days when he and his sisters had been in her belly. How their father loved to lay close to her and fell them wriggle inside of their mother...
"But...but the pups...they're alive. My...my papa told me so! He said, 'When your mother carried you, I loved to lay close to her to feel you three move and wriggle inside of her. Everyone did.' I...I was alive then!" Magic pawed the ground nervously. Who could think of something so...terrible? "It's...it's unfair! You're all blind and deaf in your mama's tummy! You can't...you can't...you can't fight! You're defenseless." Magic, then, realized how utterly defenseless he really was. Sol would try to protect him. Oh, he could try! But the majority of the wolves here were like Hemitite. No, he was defenseless. He was as defenseless as a blind, deaf pup wriggling inside of his mother's belly.
Magic tried to blink away the tears. Whether for him or for the helpless two-leg pups, he didn't know. Magic then thought of his brethren being brought down by these mysterious two-legs, as if they were nothing...Magic whimpered. Oh, the poor pups. Born into a race of killers. If they were even born at all. But he was just as helpless as he. He was at BlackShadow's mercy, just as the two-leg pups were at the mercy of their own parents.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 8, 2009 23:15:39 GMT -5
Sol frowned, quickly forgetting the words that had so easily slipped from his tongue. For a wolf so used to the humans, talking to a pup born in an age where they were mere legends... it hadn't been a good idea. The golden wolf sighed and moved up to the younger, gently nuzzling him, reassuring. "Don't worry. That kind of cruelty is a mere legend now. Not even my brother is as cruel as the humans once were. Those kind of mistakes will never happen again." His voice was extra soft and soothing as he spoke, hoping to dry the eyes of poor Magic. "You're safe here. Even in the lands you're in now. I promise you, no harm will come to you, not while I'm here. You'll be back with your mother very soon."
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Post by Mystic on Sept 9, 2009 21:44:40 GMT -5
Magic couldn't help but believe him. Sol was so reassuring and calm, like his mother or father. Magic's tears dried instantly. All fear of the ugly two-legs evaporated. The threat of BlackShadow faded, if only for a moment. Magic felt comforted. Sol would protect him. He seemed to rank high in his pack. If he favored Magic, none of the lower wolves would try to harm him. But there was also the Alpha...
Magic shoved that thought away. He gave Sol a small, grateful lick on the snout. Like he did to his sisters or parents of packmates. "Thank you, Sol." He smiled happily. His little tail thumped against the ground. Sol had succeeded in calming Magic's sea of worry and fear, if only for a moment. Magic's eyes sparkled as he imagined Sol escorting him to the border. His mother and father would be waiting for him. That thought made his young heart flutter with happiness. "Sol...why is it that when you're in your den, you only think about adventure...but when you're in a strange land...you only think of your den?"
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Post by Phantom on Sept 9, 2009 21:55:02 GMT -5
Sol smiled softly at Magic's comforted soul, glad he could've helped if only a little. To the question, his smile grew, and he sat back, not noticing his own wise voice when he replied. "I think it's because when we're in the den, we know only safety. We feel like we can do anything, and not get hurt or anything in return. But when outside, we know that feeling's only an illusion, and it makes us crave the warmth and comfort that the den brings. He didn't really think over his words, just expressing what he felt. It was usually how he worked, and for some reason, no one ever seemed to hate him. Half of those who had met him probably never spoke against him because it was hard to deny someone who shone only good intention. The other half only kept quiet because they knew who his brother was. "You'll be safe in my den. No one ever goes in there. If they do, Brother will k..." He swiftly quieted.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 15, 2009 11:41:03 GMT -5
Magic listened to Sol intently. He liked this wolf. It was impossible not to. He was kind but still very, very wise. And comforting. Magic smiled at his words, and did not notice his slip up. How naive little pups could be! Deaf to all danger. Almost. At the moment, curiousity was overpowering him. "There are old stories, about when times just began. I heards that the two-legs killed any creature, big or small, for fur. And there were big cats with huge teeth, and birds that lived on the ground!" The young pup giggled. To him, they were meaningless fairytales. Stories thought up to scare young pups into behaving for the elders of their pack.
((Sooooo sorry it took forever to post.))
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Post by Phantom on Sept 15, 2009 12:35:11 GMT -5
((*GLOMPS* No worries, I'm just glad you're back. xD It gets lonely when it's just me and Star.))
Sol blinked, tilting his head for a moment. "Why, of course, there have always been at least one kind of bird that lives purely on the ground. There's even one kind that lives underground." He smiled some, wagging his tail. "But the big cats were around in my father's time. He had two fangs from one he'd killed around his neck. A two-leg tied them there as a sign of my father's strength." He stretched out along the ground as he spoke, his long legs showing very little of that muscle that his father had possessed. "And it was better, then, when humans killed us for actual reasons and not just for their own amusements, as it was becoming before their kind was nearby obliterated."
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Post by Mystic on Sept 15, 2009 14:09:05 GMT -5
Magic's green eyes grew huge. "They were real?! The cats with the giant teeth and the birds that could kill you with the flick of its head?! WOW!" Magic sat down and tried to take this in. It finally hit him: "Sol you're really old!" He could only begin to imagine how times must have changed. "Older than my grandpa!"
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Post by Phantom on Sept 15, 2009 16:33:00 GMT -5
Sol made a soft, almost whimper-noise at the comment, drawing his ears back some. "Well... now you see why it gets boring being immortal." He gave a slight chuckle, eyes dancing fainly with amusement. But abruptly he frowned and glanced over into the wood. He tilted his head some, perking his huge ears to take in every sound, and slowly, his frown darkened. "We'll need to be going soon, to my den." As soon as his sentence was spoken, a blood-curtling scream let loose somewhere close, barely a mile away. Sol winced, ducking his head. "Hemitite found a dog."
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Post by Mystic on Sept 15, 2009 17:59:52 GMT -5
Magic's ears swiveled to take in the sound of the scream. "I don't like Hemitite." He lowered his head and glanced around quickly, to make sure the green-tinted wolf didn't emerge from the brush. "A dog?" Magic repeated.
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