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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 15:04:00 GMT -5
Forest sighed. He could have, but he didn't. "It's ok. We weren't punished." No harm, no foul right? "Magic and Juliet...they're very happy. They've been waiting for this day a long time." Forest remembered that when Magic first came home from Blackshadow, he began to instruct them on how to catch rabbits and other small prey. All preparing for this sacred day in their lives, when they would take place in their pack's rite of passage.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 15:07:58 GMT -5
He ducked his head, sighing. "What about you? You've been waiting too, haven't you?" He asked, laying down again and resting his chin on his paws. The way the sun dappled through the leaves on his pelt made his coat almost glow in the light, accentuating his incredible beauty. He didn't seem to notice, since his pretty eyes were clouded with depression and regret for what he did, and could've, done.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 15:21:53 GMT -5
Forest noticed. She stared at how the sun made his pelt look, then looked away, embarassed by her own thoughts. "Er..yes. I have been, too. It's just they're much more keen on hunting than I am." Forest didn't mind it, per say. She liked it, actually. She just wasn't as enthuasiastic about it as her siblings.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 15:25:41 GMT -5
He glanced up at her, curious. "Don't you like being able to use your skills?" He asked, tilting his head. Slowly, he got to his paws and crossed over to her, resting his head gently on her shoulders. "To be able to help others?" He asked, a bit softer, eyes half closed as he relaxed against her soft fur.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 15:40:05 GMT -5
Forest became nervous. In truth, she'd had a crush on Sol ever since his mother had led the wolf into their dens. At first it was more like appreciation for saving Magic...but...Forest felt her heart start beating faster. "Y-Yes...I suppose...I just...feel...almost sort of...bad for the deer."
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 15:44:12 GMT -5
He nodded subtly. "I don't like going on hunts for the same reason. I'm a healer, not a killer. Brother used to get mad at me for bringing his food back to life." He chuckled faintly at the memories, closing his eyes completely now as he relaxed agaist her. He couldn't help but rub his cheek some into her scruff, being an extremely touchy wolf. He adored snuggling and cuddling and just plain contact in general. He just wished Forest would turn around and snuggle him back.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 16:05:50 GMT -5
Forest smiled timidly. That sounded like something Sol would do. She blushed as Sol cuddled closer, wondering what she should do. Finally she turned and shyly nuzzled against him. His scent was strangely familiar, as if he'd always been with Greenwood. Forest smiled slightly and closed her eyes. Suddenly, though, another smell hit her. It was strange, completely alien. Like the scents Magic had carried when he'd come back from Blackshadow. But even this scent was far different. Forest sprang to her feet and away from Sol, her ears erect and eyes wide.
An intruder was in the territory.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 16:10:25 GMT -5
Sol was thoroughly enjoying himself when she nuzzled back into him. But as soon as it was there, it was gone again, and he couldn't help the faint whimper when she launched away from him. Then he caught it. He turned towards where it come from, much more curious than anything else. "Dog?" He voiced his confusion, and then, moments later, was even more confused. "With two-leg scent. That's..." Really, really odd. He blinked, trying to go over it in his head. He hadn't scented, seen, or heard of a two-leg in over a hundred years. Huh.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 16:16:29 GMT -5
Forest didn't seem to hear him. A low growl started at the base of her throat. She followed the scent. It was rather close, and she shamed herself for not noticing sooner. Forest leapt clean over a pile of brush to get a good look at this thing. It looked at her and screamed. Then she screamed.
It was all black and small. Well, smaller than her. But what scared her was that it looked like a wolf...but at the same time look totally different. She'd never seen one like it before, and she backed away. The mutant backed away from her, eyes wide. It smelled bad, too. Finally Forest remembered that this was a trespasser. She raised her tail to show her dominance, something she rarely did, and growled.
"You...uh...thing!" she barked. "What're you doing on Greenwood land?"
"Green...wood?" the thing repeated slowly.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 16:19:50 GMT -5
"Forest!" Sol reprimanded, coming up behind her, shaking his head. "He's not a thing, he's a dog." He turned to the black dog, ears perked. "They don't know anything about the wild. Or I'm assuming this one doesn't. He smells too strong of two-leg." He shrugged, sitting down, rather casual. But to try and calm the younger female down, he moved to lick her cheek, in a lightly reassuring way.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 16:27:27 GMT -5
"A...dog?" Forest repeated. She began to calm down. From the stories, dogs were the descendants of wolves that two-legs took in to raise. "Like the ones you told us stories about?" She blushed slightly at the lick, then looked back at the dog. "So...you live with a two-leg?"
The dog nodded hesitantly. "Yes...a human named Clara."
Forest blinked. What an awfully strange name! "Did you even know you were on Greenwood land?"
"What's a Greenwood?"
Well, that answered that question.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 16:31:44 GMT -5
Sol chuckled lightly. "Forest..." He gave her another amused lick before nudging the dog. "What's your name?" He asked, continuing to shoot glances back at Forest. He wondered if he would just get in more trouble if he brought the dog back to the pack. He was pretty sure the former-pups would just be fascinated by him, but he wasn't sure the adults would approve...
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 16:44:49 GMT -5
"Uh...Ink." the dog replied. "Who're you?"
Forest was looking at him closely, as if with sympathy. At his question, she seemed to be jerked from her thoughts. "Oh...my name is Forestheart. This is Sol."
Forestheart. Sol. Greenwood. These wild dogs really were strange beyond belief. Ink stared at them. They both looked so powerful and lean. And he...well, he wasn't. It was hard to imagine that one of his distant ancestors would have looked like them.
Forest looked at Sol. "I think we should take him to the dens...if there are two-legs in the forest, I think my grandfather will want to know." That, and she wanted to show her siblings this strange distant cousin of theirs. "You said that last time they were in the forest..." Forest's ears went back in worry.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 16:48:54 GMT -5
Sol quickly shook his head. "That was when they were powerful. There aren't many at all anymore. They wouldn't be that stupid." He frowned softly, doubting his own words. But he quickly aimed to push Ink forward, towards the dens. "He can't stay long. His humans will want to come looking for him. Won't they?" He glanced up at Ink, frowning softly. He didn't like the dog's company much, and he really didn't like the idea of humans coming to the forest.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 17:16:19 GMT -5
"Clara? Erm...yes, probably." Ink replied. He was all she had out here, and she often came out of her little cabin yelling for him when he was away for too long. Ink stumbled a bit as Sol pushed him. Now that he actually thought to smell, he could tell there were tons of their kind romaing in this area.
"We should hurry, then." Forest began to lead them back towards the dens. Ink noticed how both of them seemed so sure-footed as they walked, as if they knew where every single twig and stone was. He was clumsy compared to them.
The dens were crawling with wolves. Holes and small openings made my rocks. Ink saw the carcass of a deer and reeled backwards. That's what they ate?! Wild indeed! Wolves milled around lazily, most of their stomachs filled by the meal the former-pups had brought back to the camp.
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