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Post by Mystic on Dec 1, 2009 21:40:11 GMT -5
Juliet heard and smelled him. She dropped the fawn, letting it lay limply on the ground. She looked at him. "Hello, little one." The poor little pup. Juliet sat down, looking at him with gentle eyes.
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Post by Phantom on Dec 1, 2009 21:49:18 GMT -5
He blinked at her, then down at the fawn, then across to the dens, then back at her with a tilted head. But he still didn't say anything, just watching her curiously.
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Post by Mystic on Dec 1, 2009 21:58:10 GMT -5
"This for you pups." Juliet said gently. She nudged her tiny little uncle. "It's a tradition to go on to kill a fawn and feed it to the youngest members of the pack in times like these. Do you want to try it?" Juliet knew it would take more than meat to bring up their spirits. They just lost their siblings. When Juliet's little brothers and sisters died, Starblood and Dandre could-or really wouldn't-sleep for a week.
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Post by Phantom on Dec 1, 2009 22:12:48 GMT -5
Slowly, the pup shook his head, turning back to start back to the dens. He wasn't interested in food right now. He just watched the ground, silent, not looking at her now. Despite his physically unconcerned expression, inside, the poor pup didn't want to eat. He didn't want to talk, and he didn't really want to live. He couldn't help but feel guilty that she had chose to save him. She could've saved any of his four sisters, why did she have to choose him?
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Post by Mystic on Dec 1, 2009 22:17:57 GMT -5
Juliet sighed. She had a feeling what this little pup was going through. Dandre and Starblood had gone through the same thing: why them? Why had she saved them? Sighing, Juliet padded after him. "Little one, I need to tell you something."
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Post by Phantom on Dec 1, 2009 22:31:14 GMT -5
He paused, glancing up at her. He still didn't speak, though, just tilted his head, flicking his tail lightly. Without words, his expression spoke on it's own: "What is it?"
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Post by Mystic on Dec 1, 2009 22:48:18 GMT -5
Juliet used her paw to pull him close. "You know that Romeo comes from Blackshadow right? And that my mother comes from Greenwood?" Juliet sighed a bit. This wasn't a story she wanted to tell. "That made me and my brothers and sisters what we call 'half-breeds.' Anyways...Dandre and Starblood were in a litter just as big as yours. But bad wolves came. Mystic could only save two...she had to choose. It was very sad for us all, little one. But listen to me: when a blessing is sent to you, don't ask why." She licked the top of his head. 'Your siblings are in a much better place where they don't have to worry about bears, other packs, or getting enough food."
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Post by Phantom on Dec 7, 2009 20:51:23 GMT -5
The large puppy watched her, head tilted, taking in the morbid story. After a moment, he ducked his head in thought, silent for a long moment. A very long moment. But eventually, he moved up to her and curled at her belly, seeking comfort. He still didn't make any noise, though, completely silent. It didn't seem like the problem was mental.
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Post by Myst on Dec 7, 2009 21:38:04 GMT -5
((It won't let me sign in. DX))
Juliet licked the top of the pup's head. She was beginning to think that it wasn't that the pup WOULDN'T say anything. It COULDN'T say anything. Though she wasn't sure. She'd have to ask Sunstorm about him later. "Come little one. Let's go back to camp and show your siblings this meal." Juliet grabbed the fawn in her jaws and began to pad back towards the den. She'd have to be strong, for the pups and for her pack.
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Post by Phantom on Dec 8, 2009 20:42:56 GMT -5
((Oh noes!! D:))
He nodded, padding after her. The moment they came into sight, Dirtspatter glanced up, but then quickly drew back again, ears back, submissive. He didn't want to upset Juliet again. He was a pleaser. He didn't like upsetting others. And Juliet was apparently made unhappy in some way by his prescense.
The tough, silent pup bounced forward, looking around for Mystic again. He wanted some more comfort from his amazing older sister.
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Post by Myst on Dec 8, 2009 21:05:46 GMT -5
((Romeo has so much ammo for dirty jokes. XDD))
Juliet didn't notice him at first. She carried the fawn near the center of the dens, leaving it for the pups. They'd eat it when they were ready. She raised her head and looked around, finally noticed Dirt. Inwardly wincing, Juliet realized she'd made their guest feel unwelcome. She began to pad over, ears back.
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Post by Phantom on Dec 19, 2009 23:08:20 GMT -5
((Oh, yes he does. xDD))
Dirt glanced up when he saw her coming, and quickly got to his paws to move away. "Sorry! I'll just leave..." He whimpered, drawing away and back into the thicker woods.
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Post by Mystic on Dec 19, 2009 23:14:53 GMT -5
"No, no...stay, please." Juliet said, smiling a little and flattening her ears. "I was just coming over to apologize to you. I haven't been myself. There's just been too many tragedies involving pups lately...I'm sorry if I made you feel unwelcome." She looked Dirtspatter over. He certainly wouldn't know what had happened lately, other than the most recent tragedy. There was no way he was a Blackshadow. Too nice of a wolf with too few scars.
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Post by Phantom on Dec 19, 2009 23:18:20 GMT -5
Actually, looking over the wolf, he didn't have any scars on him at all. Except one barely visible mark on the inside of his leg. But none obvious. He smiled sweetly at her, ears still drawn back submissively. "I'm sorry if I pressured or offended you." He apologized.
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Post by Mystic on Dec 19, 2009 23:23:13 GMT -5
"No, not at all." Juliet sat down, relaxing. She was still confused as to his pack. If he were from Blackshadow, he'd look more like her father. Covered in scars. And if he were from Greenwood, they would know each other. "What pack are you from? I know you're not from Greenwood. I would know you. And you don't have enough scars to be a Blackshadow...unless you're directly related to Bleaknight." Sol didn't have any scars, mainly because he was important to the Alpha.
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