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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 12:15:05 GMT -5
Very slowly, she turned and licked across his cheek, chuckling softly. "See you tomorrow?" She asked, moving away from him now and back to the border. She could hear Hemitite just within the trees, and knew the moment she crossed in, she'd be punished. For whatever reasons.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 12:21:33 GMT -5
"Most likely." Magic replied with a shrug. He glanced up at the sun's position in the sky. He'd have to patrol the rest of the border quickly. Magic had promised to go out hunting with the rest of the pack instead of staying back to watch over the dens.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 12:36:30 GMT -5
She smiled at him, flicking her tail as a last good-bye before disappearing. A sharp yelp echoed from the trees shortly after, of pain and fear, but after that, all was quiet. It was extremely eiree, really.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 12:42:52 GMT -5
Magic raised his ears in alarm. But he couldn't go over and investigate. Magic had promised himself that he'd never go back into Blackshadow territory. A tiny bit shaken and afraid for Sootflare, Magic continued to patrol the border.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 12:51:39 GMT -5
The next day, Soot was back on the border, just kind of sitting there. Her shoulders had distinct claw marks, as did her chest and throat, but she didn't seem to even notice. She just kind of waited there, wondering if Magic really would come by. She perked her ears to try and listen, but one was incredibly chewed on, tattered and ravaged. She couldn't catch as much sound in the one ear. So she just decided to wait until she saw him.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 12:59:21 GMT -5
Magic indeed came by. He didn't seem to notice her at first. He had a bit of a limp now, due to getting kicked by a doe. There was no major damage done. But it would be sore of a few days more. When Magic looked up and saw Sootflare, his eyes widened. For a moment he forgot his sore leg and hurried over to her. "What did he do to you?! You look awful!"
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 13:37:23 GMT -5
She frankly ignored him and tilted her head at his leg. "What happened?" She questioned, completely looking over his own questions. Having never actually hunted a day in her life, she didn't know the dangers that came from it. In fact, she just assumed he got in a fight with another male for some odd reason, even though he didn't come off as that type when she'd seen him yesterday. "Was the fight over food, rank, or a mate?" She frowned softly, moving to gently nudge the sore leg.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 13:47:03 GMT -5
Magic flicked his tail in irritation as she completely ignored his questions. Then his ears raised in curiousity. "Fight? No fight. It was a hunt, and I got kicked by a deer." He felt a low growl emerge in his throat as he looked at her injuries more closely. "Let me guess...Hemitite."
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 13:55:17 GMT -5
She blinked at him. "Of course." Almost confused, she tilted her head, again. "Who else? He owns me. No other male is allowed to touch me unless by his consent." She shrugged, rolling onto her back again, relaxed like she had been the day before. "What do you wolves do over there in Greenwood territory? Don't you go by these rules too?"
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 14:12:33 GMT -5
Magic's eyes widened, horrified. Hemitite owned her? "No, of course not! If you were ever a Greenwood, you would know that!" Magic thought his mother and father. His mother often talked with other males in the pack, laughing and nudging them good-naturedly. She was always loyal to her mate, and Romeo seemed to sense this. Only occasionally when the two lay close together did Romeo growl at a male that got a little too close. But he certainly didn't own her. No more did his grandfather own his grandmother.
"It's sickening, that's all it is."
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 14:24:29 GMT -5
Again, she blinked, standing and stepping closer to him. "How do you go about things over there then?" She asked, tilting her head to one side, tail flicking. Honestly, she couldn't imagine loyalty. The very thought would be weird. She lived in a pack where the males laughed and bragged about how many females they 'owned' - those they kidnapped from other packs. Females were property, not a source of love, much less protection.
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 14:32:08 GMT -5
"Occasionally two pups will be 'promised' to each other." Magic had often heard the story how his mother had been engaged to Avalanche from birth. She had been allowed to break the engagement because she fell in love with Romeo. Avalanche still remained a friend of his mother's, but Magic could imagine him being his father. "But otherwise you fall in love with someone and you are their mate and they are yours-solely yours and you soley theirs-until you die."
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 14:37:01 GMT -5
Soot was honestly startled. "Until you die?" She shook her head, curious. "But if you don't fight over there, how do you die? Doesn't that just mean you get stuck with that one forever? I'd imagine it'd get kind of... lonely." She shrugged, almost scared to express these kinds of opinions. He seemed pretty strongly against the 'morals' of her pack anyway...
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Post by Mystic on Sept 27, 2009 14:53:46 GMT -5
Magic blinked. "Everything dies eventually. The trees, the grass...if we don't die in a fight or aren't accidentally killed while hunting or taken by disease...age takes us." Magic realized this concept must be strange to an immortal wolf. He stared at her, confused by how she thought one mate was 'lonely.' "You aren't 'stuck' with them. If you truly love each other, your never lonely. And more than likely you'll have a pup or two running around...so no. I don't believe it ever gets very lonely."
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Post by Phantom on Sept 27, 2009 14:58:19 GMT -5
"Do you have someone?" She asked, quite abruptly, as she watched him, sitting back down again. Absently, she curled her tail around her dark-faded paws, and if one followed the motion, they would notice the countless scars along her legs and especially around her chest and shoulders. Her flanks had several as well, claw-marks, bite-marks, scars from very odd angles. She was absolutely riddled with them.
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