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Post by Phantom on Nov 22, 2009 21:56:02 GMT -5
He couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. It took him a while to get control again, but then he grinned over at her. "Wow. I'd love to meet her." He purred playfully. No wickedness at all, just innocent amusement. For now anyway. But as one could tell from his previous comment, that wickedness was hiding just below the surface, waiting for the right time to pounce and ruin innocent minds.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 22, 2009 22:01:54 GMT -5
Mystic chuckled a bit herself. But she was still VERY wary of her father. It was comments like that. Comments that kept her on edge about him. It would be quite some time before Hemitite would formally meet his granddaughter. Myst wondered if she'd even want to meet him. As a pup Juliet had often told her siblings what she would do to Magic's kidnapper, should he cross her path.
"Hm...yes. She takes after you in many ways." Mystic commented mildly. Both were strong-willed, good-looking, flirty, and very lethal if they wanted to be.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 22, 2009 22:29:23 GMT -5
He seemed to notice her renewed wariness and grinned, amused. "Mmm... in what ways exactly?" He purred cruelly, not seeming to be able to really help it. He took amusement in any kind of uncomfortable emotion. It was an emotional condition of being in the Blackshadow pack. And now that he'd been in it so long, he couldn't just stop.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 22, 2009 22:50:22 GMT -5
"Well, if she wanted to she could probably snap any wolf's neck and no one would be able to stop her." Mystic replied, looking away from him. Juliet, however, wouldn't dream of it. Nor was she as cruel as any Blackshadow. And if anyone ever called her anything other than Greenwood, she was quite likely to sink her fangs into someone. "Yet she doesn't. We aren't like that here." And if someone tried to change that, they had another thing coming.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 22, 2009 23:10:16 GMT -5
He grinned, stretching out across the ground. "I know. It's pretty different from us. We kill every day." He shrugged, rolling onto his back playfully, tail wagging some in amusement. "There are weak links and useless ones and we kill them off. It's mostly Brother's job to do that. I just break in the newbies."
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Post by Mystic on Nov 22, 2009 23:30:30 GMT -5
Mystic shuddered. How could someone do that? Then again in a pack made up mostly of immortal wolves, they had to keep the population down somehow so that they didn't starve. "So Romeo has told me." It was easy to forget that her mate was Blackshadow. It seemed like he'd been part of her pack for as long as she could remember. In Blackshadow, however, you had to fight against your own pack to prove you were strong enough to survive. That was how Romeo had come to have those scars. "I can see how you would think that we have a very soft lifestyle. Compared to you, we do."
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Post by Phantom on Nov 22, 2009 23:45:59 GMT -5
"You guys are damn lucky." He shrugged, watching the sky above him. "Romeo was too. Compared to some of us, who have been living this way for thousands of years." He glanced over at her, eyes growing a little cold. "And you and your pack wonder why we're so cruel."
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Post by Mystic on Nov 22, 2009 23:56:08 GMT -5
"After seeing Romeo after all that time...hmph, I got an idea." Mystic said quietly. She was grateful to have been born here. Where the wolves helped each other and knew each other as friends, not enemies that they'd have to fight for food and a mate. Myst was damn lucky. "Papa tries to make sure we have a good life."
Ah yes. Papa. The wolf who'd raised her as his own and would soon succumb to his age. Mystic felt a pang of premature sorrow go through her. It showed as well. What would happen when he finally did pass? Would her mother continue to be Alphess, despite her own advanced age? Mystic couldn't imagine life without her father being the Alpha. "He tries very hard, in fact.."
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Post by Phantom on Nov 23, 2009 0:08:16 GMT -5
Hemitite snorted, rolling to a stand. "You Greenwoods are so pathetic. If you mourn you Alpha as he passes, he's just gonna die depressed." He frowned down at her, but his tone was more advising than ridiculing. "Let him go in glory. Proud, tough, with still some spirit left in him, not dying slowly over months, curled in his own deathbed."
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Post by Mystic on Nov 23, 2009 0:20:25 GMT -5
Mystic didn't respond to that. Starfrost was being treated more like a very respected elder these days. There was still life in him...he was the same kind hearted wolf she'd always known. Yet she couldn't help but think about the fact that the wolf she considered her father would soon be gone. From what he'd told her, Hemitite didn't have a relationship with either of his parents. Did he really understand what it was like to know that they'd soon be leaving? Myst could still remember her first autumn, where he'd told her the trees were simply going to sleep and that they needed a good bed time story before they could shed all their leaves and sleep through the hard winter.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 23, 2009 0:27:37 GMT -5
Hemitite frowned at her, thoughtful. He shook his head and got to his paws, starting off in the other direction. He didn't like having connections to others. It was stupid to him. It just got you killed in the end. He was headed back to his own lands, where things weren't so vastly complicated. Kill or be killed. Dog eat dog. Simple.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 23, 2009 0:33:23 GMT -5
Mystic got to her feet and headed back to her own dens. Magic met her halfway, a rabbit in his jaws for her. Mystic took it and shared it with her son, then together they returned to their pack. Where things were simple in the ways she knew it. Wolves talked with each other and laughed. Pups actually knew and loved their parents. Peaceful. Simple.
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