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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 11, 2009 19:13:28 GMT -5
OOC: I know that there's not much to work with, but I really need to develop his character and his own thought process is the only way I can probably do that. Next one will be much, much better. I'll have a break in school by next Tuesday; we're going from oral anatomy to oral histology. ;D
The silvery male remained soundless now, trot brisk and carrying him away from both Ryku and Capella, who seemed to be caught up in their own minds, worlds away. Ruddy forehead tipped low to the ground, Dax perused the terra he could reach without traveling too far from his comrades. His tapered muzzle scented about the grasses, cementing the musk of Deor to memory- although it was not likely to be one he would ever forget anyway. This was his pack now, his home- and despite his rank as being nurse, he knew that if any threat were to manifest itself he would be one of the firsts to intercept the danger; he wanted to be. While he had walked out of Mato, this pack was of an entirely different realm, and he hoped that in due time, no one would ever question his allegiance. He did expect some initial wariness- to be honest, he wanted some, just to know that Deor weren't overly trusting- but he had been an instrumental member before, and he intended to be of the same caliber this time around. Deor. The name itself rolled off of his mental palate, causing the mann to smile broadly. Slowing, he lifted his head and turned it back over his cherry-colored shoulders, cerulean eyes twinkling as he gazed first from Capella, and then to Ryku, simply checking to make sure that he wasn't too far ahead. He waited until the pair of drappas had closed a bit of the distance before continuing on, committing as much of the scenery as he could to memory. The land was breathtaking, to say the least; the trees, towering, created a canopy that didn't so much as veil the sun as protect the wolves from the undying heat that was fair proof the season was beginning to mature.
There was a definite sense of pride, of composure, in his gait, now; his elongated limbs, hoary in the front and a sallow scarlet in the back, carried him with a nimbleness that was typically uncharacteristic of draggas, though it suited his svelte frame well. Fresh scent after fresh scent assailed his nares and a manifold of noises had his cupped auds on overdrive; he looked rather like a deer, his too-large ears flicking side to side and curling. There were hundreds of layers to Deor, and Dax, with his keen nose, was prepared to learn them all. The tension that had been muddling the atmosphere was all but gone now; what fear he had retained had been relinquished, succeeded instead by a heightened sense of demand- he wanted to inspect every inch of his packlands, he wanted every member to recognize him and for himself to recognize them in return. Ryku's voice was there, but muted (though he still caught her words), and he nodded as he padded along, too engaged in his own investigations to give the black fae his full attentions. That was another thing he would have to come to terms with soon- his growing affection for the drappas. While they each had their own characteristics that he enjoyed, he also knew that for him to reveal his feelings for one or both would set things into motion that he wasn't quite ready for. There was Ryku- she was younger than him- less experienced- but still a lovely fae, with a vibrant love for life that was obvious upon first glance. And then there was Capella, whom he found rather balanced him out- upon first meeting, he had felt that it was only right to restrain himself in her presence, to attempt to act his age, and while he knew that his antics weren't looked down upon, it would be good for him to mature, and the more time he spent around her, the more he felt that that was happening, and it was something he looked forward to- spending time with her, that is.
It was also Capella that he shared his rank with, a rank that he would uphold to the best of his ability. There was nothing he loved so much as cubs- besides hunting, of course- and while they wouldn't be his own (not yet at least, though he had always wanted a litter that he could be a true father to), he knew that he would love them with the entirety of his being. Mist's sagging belly flashed before his mind's eye, and he grinned inwardly, ginger banner swishing furiously above his haunches as he kept his muzzle lowered to the loam. She had to be close, especially with Spring smiling. Dax was afraid, however, that he wouldn't be trusted as much as Capella, simply because he was a dragga. There were times he understood- it was incredibly rare for males to hold such “feminine” ranks, and the cubs would not be fatherless- but at the same time, Daxton had always felt a draw to pups, and he was never one to shirk his duties. His own siblings- or the five that had not been his own littermates, at least- had never known danger, never known the feeling of being alone. In Mato, there had been plenty of able-bodied drappas, but he was chosen to pupsit while his Drappa went on hunts, above the females, and this thought was one that warmed him. Perhaps Mist would be the same way.
Lifting his head, Dax realized with a start that he was quite far from Ryku and Capella, and so he made his way closer to them, in time to hear Capella's speak of where Deor slept. Taking up his place one again beside her, he nodded his agreement. “Perhaps we could meet Chalos there as well,” What short time he had had alone had done a great deal for his mind, and he was rather looking forward to meeting the Dragga. Turning to Capella, he smiled warmly, his voice soft. “Did you miss me?” It was a tease, of course, but he was glad to be within close proximity of her again.
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Post by lakaraxxthexxwolf on Apr 11, 2009 19:58:06 GMT -5
Soon there was silence along the Deorian trail as they padded along. The black-pelted fae soon slipped back into her thoughts of the past when she was with her mother and father. She had always been told she was never good enough for anyone. That no one would ever want her or love her. She had known that her whole life though her thoughts reminded her of when she meant the ebon cub. He was so sweet and even tried to defend her when she was injured by an arrow. The femme was great full for him and his adopted mother Alice. They were both kind. They protected her from Hoax and Neo. Breaking from her thoughts she saw a beautiful butterfly. It was outlined ivory and spotted bloody red. It also had black dots and small specks of yellow. It reminded Ryku of when she saw one in the meadow when she was a cub. Her amber orbs examined it as she sighed heavily. Her onyx ears pinned against her head tail dropping slightly. She was young and loved life, though she always thought something was missing. The drappa had a pack now and was living a happy life but still something was wrong. There was just a hole in her head and she couldn’t seem to fill it with anything. Golden hues dropped to the ground and watched her golden bangles clank together.
Her slim figure carried her gracefully across the earth as her eyes trailed up and saw Dax. He was walking ahead of them but not too far. She smiled slightly thoughts rolling around in her mind; mixed emotions hurling themselves in the front of her mind as her ears pricked. Ryku had felt some kind of connection and yes he was older and knew more than her she still felt drawn to him. It was like when she was drawn to Homicide but in a different way and she didn’t know what feeling this was. It was so confusing she had never felt this way before. The ebony femme knew it wasn’t love for him but something of that sort. The she-wolf just felt drawn to his body. Realizing she had been staring her eyes slumped back down to the ground and her ebon ears dropped down again slightly embarrassed though she knew there was no reason for that. Her amber eyes trailed over to Capella who was padded beside her. She looked upon her figure and her beautiful coating. The she-varg had some thought that they would be friends. She smiled at her. “So Capella if you don’t mind me asking, what was your pup-hood like?” her voice was soft and almost far away as she asked her question.
Leaves on the trees were slowly coming back. They were bright green and beautiful. Spring was Ryku’s favorite time of year. Muscles rippled underneath her onyx fur as they moved her along the trail. Her amber eyes seemed to glaze over almost as if she was in a distant far away world in a different universe. Her eyes went back to looking at the ground. The black drappa felt a sense of comfort being in the pack lands. Her thoughts returned to Homicide and how she was helping him into Deor where she could better watch over him. Though she didn’t tell him her intentions the ebon varg was pretty sure he knew why she wanted him in Deor and not to roam alone. A slideshow of thoughts clouded the femme’s mind. It seemed to cover her vision as she continued to star at the ground. The female’s ears pinned against her onyx skull as a picture of her father passed through her mind. He was cruel to everyone but he was especially cruel to Ryku.
Breaking from her thoughts she heard Dax’s soft voice in her right ear causing it to prick. “Yeah that does seem like a good idea. Let’s go you two.” Her voice was gentle and playful at them as the words rolled out of her maw. A warm smile creased upon her mouth her white fangs glinting a bit. Her strides were slightly shorter than the other two causing her to slow a bit but she didn’t mind. Ryku’s tail swerved from side to side as they continued their way into the heart of Deor where the dens lie.
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Post by Capella on Apr 11, 2009 23:16:37 GMT -5
ooc: You wanna talk about bad, check out this post. Ugh. I feel so bad for this, but I totally blew up my brain with the Var post. Oh well. Capella's past was short and sweet, plus she isn't like Var who rambles none stop. Capella the Loving Capella lifted her gaze as Dax fell back beside her, eyeing him almost suspiciously, though it was clear that there was no ill intent behind the gaze. Instead, her expression took on an almost overdramatic look of exasperation when he questioned her on her feelings about him being absent. Instead of answering him out right, she turned her head away and allowed her pace to quick as though angered. But her posture and movements gave off no vibe of aggression or hostility. She found herself once again beside Ryku and returned the smile, cocking her head ever so slightly at her question.
It was an innocent question and so she felt no real need to keep it from them. After all, it had been relatively normal. “It was average really. My family was close and my siblings and I were a bit of a handful when we were young. My brother Wezen always got us into all sorts of trouble but I was always there alongside him and then there was Neith always worrying over what our father might say. We grew up with no lack of love or care from the family and we were well trained by our father in survival, just as any young wolf should be. However, a young rover passed through our lands and remained a few days. He was no real threat and so my father felt no need to chase him away. However, he stole my heart and I left the pack along with him. My mother was heartbroken and my father was deeply disappointed. We settled down in a little patch of unclaimed land and I had my first litter. It was then that we realized just how scarce game was. My mate Thoth went searching for days on end for food for me so I could feed our pups, but without luck. Our young didn’t make it…and Thoth didn’t return from one of his treks. I found him several days later, dead, having starved to death himself. So I moved on and here I am.
She gave a soft smile to show that it was nothing to worry themselves over. Not to feel bad for her. After all, it had been something that she couldn’t control. True, at the time, she hadn’t felt that way, but she had had time to grow to accept it and decide that if she ever got the chance again, she would make sure everything went much differently. She allowed her gaze to shift to Dax and nodded her agreement. “I would like to get a better chance to meet him. Our meeting with Mist was short as well. Such a shame. I really like her. She was so pleasant too talk to and she was so welcoming. At Ryku’s words, she gave a gentle sway of her tail and allowed her pace too quicken, excitement growing within her gut with each step. Every second they were coming closer and closer to where they would spend their evenings with the pack. She would finally have a secure place to sleep, no longer having to worry herself over an unexpected attack.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 12, 2009 23:19:10 GMT -5
Daxton was dumbfounded. He had expected something from Capella; perhaps a playful snort or a smile- but instead he had been faced with her frame moving away from him, closer to Ryku. Her actions stopped him dead in his tracks, cerulean eyes wide and completely abashed. What was he to do now? He had only been kidding, had been hoping that she might agree, actually. And so now he was seemingly left in the dust, entire demeanor one of a wilted plant- head low, tail tucked between his silver hocks, and eyes dolefully eyeing the grass. He gave a half-hearted sniff into the flora of Deor, eyes every now and again glancing up to the duo, who seemed happy chatting away. He put no real effort into listening to either one of them, too caught up in his own stream of thoughts and confusion. The dragga kept a distance between himself and the faes, suddenly feeling rather irritable at them both. It certainly wasn't his fault that he couldn't read their minds, wasn't his fault that he consistently spoke the wrong things. Still, beneath his mild chagrin he was madly wishing that she would turn around, let him know that she had been kidding and yes, Dax, she had missed him in his two-minute disappearance. He knew she wouldn't, though, and so he remained in his near-sulking state, trying to let himself think on his intense hunger rather than on either drappa.
Besides, he had other things to worry about, right? Of course.
Take Deor, for example. His new pack. His home. It was becoming obvious that they were almost in the packlands' core; the scents had gotten significantly stronger and the stands of trees were thinning, leading Dax to believe that the dens must be close. Glancing up, he raised his voice a bit. “Are we almost there, Ryku?” The past few days were finally catching up to him- the silvery male had had very little sleep, and even less foodstuffs. And a hungry Dax is an easily annoyed Dax, as he was so clearly proving. As he came to realize that he had not been giving himself the nourishment and rest he had needed, that subconscious phenomena where everything hits you at once suddenly manifested itself: his muscles began to ache tiredly and, coupled with an angry throb in his head and heavy eyelids, the dragga found himself fairly stumbling along, though this likely wasn't very apparent to either fae. Still, he knew that this would not prove to be a good first impression on any leaders or packmembers, and so he raised his head, attempting to pick up his lagging gait, though his ears and tail still drooped. He was, of course, in no real danger; a good night's sleep and a decent meal would be the perfect remedy for his ailments. But they were not yet there, and the wolves- well, himself and Capella at least- still had many things to attend to.
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Post by lakaraxxthexxwolf on Apr 13, 2009 19:09:44 GMT -5
OOC: sorry its short and poor quality
Ryku’s steps were careful on the ground making sure not to misstep and trip. Her amber orbs glanced back over at Dax who seemed to be sulking behind the two femmes. Her ebon pelt rippled along her body as her muscles carried her over the ground. She wondered what was wrong but Capella gave off nothing that signaled she was angered or saddened so she let it go shaking it off quickly. Letting herself have one more glance at silver Mann she smiled warmly returning her attention toward Capella who had begun to answer her question.
Ryku listened intently at her pup-hood. The onyx fae always liked hearing their stories about them as a pup since Ryku’s was so unreal. Though her golden orbs seemed to glaze over slightly thinking of her own pup-hood. It was so long ago that it seemed it had been a life time away. Lowering her head toward the ground the she-varg let in a big puff of Deorian air. The scents of Chalos and Homicide appeared in her nostrils and the faint scent of her own scent still lingered here. This was where she had found Homicide. He was so shy though sweet. A sweet innocent grin flashed upon her maw remembering that Homicide was accepted into Deor for the time being. Her mind began to wonder too much as she thought about her dragga’s proposal. Ryku knew he was big enough to take on the Balkar but she couldn’t help but worry like she would for any varg.
Fenris was warming her fur even more now just like it had done when there was so much tension in the air between Chalos, Hollow, and Ryku. The black-pelted femme was glad she would be the one to look after Homicide. That Chalos had left Hom in her sight while he was gone to the Balkar to keep Genocide away from Deor. The anxious drappa smiled bigger at Dax’s question and rolled her eyes though he couldn’t see. “Yes Dax.” She replied softly. And just as she spoke the dens came into sight, the hollowed out holes that the pack slept in when they weren’t outside the safety of the Deor borders. Her ebony ears pricked up highly as the scents of Mist, Koiji, and Silve entered her nose now. Her black tail started to wag happily at the sight and smells. It was just like being at home.
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Post by Capella on Apr 13, 2009 21:08:24 GMT -5
Capella the Loving As the scents of Deorian wolves grew stronger, adding to the growing ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. They were getting closer and soon they would be upon the den area, the place where she’d be spending her evenings for the rest of her days, at least she hoped. She cast an uneasy glance towards the sky, her tail hanging limply, swaying softly with the gentle steps she took. What if something happened and it turned out they didn’t like her in the least bit? What if they turned their teeth upon her and sent her racing away from the pack lands. She shivered at the thought, lowering her gaze back to the direction they were traveling, silently chiding herself for such horrible, dark thoughts. She had done nothing in the past, other than perhaps, failing as a mother, which would otherwise draw any hostility from anyone. She liked to think herself as pleasant and good company, but then again, she had never had to deal with herself as others had and could only hope that they were like Dax and Ryku.
For the state that her nerves were in, she hid her feelings well, allowing her body and movements to flow gracefully, gliding softly over the earth alongside Ryku, casting a glance every now and then over her shoulder back towards Dax. She had noticed her drop in mood and for a moment, thought it only to be another playful pout. Surely he hadn’t taken her behavior towards him seriously? She had thought she had made her behavior somewhat dramatic and playful. Allowing her ears to flick back ever so slightly she slowed her pace and fell back alongside Dax, eyeing him suspiciously, but saying nothing. For a good bit, she remained watching him with a critical eye, much like a mother eyes her child when they misbehave or pout. Finally she spoke, softly and somewhat sternly. “That is no way to behave. I was only kidding with you. You should know that. And look at you. Sulking back here like an over grown pup.” She cast him another stern glance, but it lasted only a brief moment before a smile worked its way across her muzzle, tail saying softly to that it bumped his.
She looked back up towards Ryku as she spoke, her tail swaying a few more times, glancing excitedly back towards Dax, wondering, curiously how he felt about being so near to the dens. There was a silent rumbling in her stomach and it was only then that she realized that she was growing hungry. She had usually kept up on her meals, preying on scrawny winter rabbits and other small game. But now that spring had arrived, there was a greater possibility at finding a decent meal, especially a young fawn. It was only shortly after Ryku spoke that the dens came into view. At first Capella could not make them out and then, her heart nearly bursting from her chest, she saw them, her tail wagging so excitedly that it caused her rear end to shake.
Unable to stop herself, Capella took several steps forwards, golden eyes gleaming. “Its our new home… I can’t believe it…” She glanced briefly towards Ryku then to Dax, grinning and then moving forwards to inspect the closest den, sniffing hesitantly at the entrance before peering curiously within. “It’s wonderful here..
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 14, 2009 12:47:26 GMT -5
OOC: >.> both of you shut up. xD
Continuing to plod along and wallowing in his own dejectedness, Daxton hadn't realized that the silver femme had fallen back beside him until just before her disapproving voice clipped into his thoughts. Jerking his head up, he eyed her dubiously, flattening his ears against his skull and avoiding her amber gaze entirely. How was he to know that she was only razzing him? His features remained rather glum despite the smile that was peeking out from Capella's muzzle; though when her rather gossamer tail brushed against his (in that manner where here intentions were obvious), relief swelled in his breast and his eyes brightened hopefully. His steps ceased, ginger tail swinging back and forth as he watched her with cerulean eyes for a long moment before loping the few paces needed to find himself at her flank again. “I'm sorry,” He mumbled, characteristic sheepishness showing its colors. “But you know us draggas; we never know what's going on in your heads. It's a widespread pandemic.”
The scent markings were not only beginning to intensify, but also increase in number, so that Dax was entirely occupied with deciphering what he could from them. The wind had shorn the distinctiveness off a bit, but nevertheless the mann was rather fixated on attempting to file away the scents now so that, later, when he was introduced to their respective owners, he wouldn't be caught off guard- and nor would he happily mistake a stranger slinking through the lands as one of his own. Casting a quick glance and nervous smile to Capella, he wasn't sure if it was apprehension or excitement that fluttered through his stomach- likely a mixture of both, now that he realized it. Ryku must have known the lands quite well already; it wasn't more than a handful of lengths later that the hazy edges of the dens became visible. Gleefully springing into a lope, the silver-and red-backed dragga rushed the densite, stopping just before their encircling mouths and swinging back around to bark happily at Ryku and Capella- no words, simply pure euphoria. These were dens, and one of them would be his- a place for him to find his way back to in the evenings, to find shelter in. The life of a kerl was behind him now; no longer would he have to search for company or refuge from the elements. While it rather saddened him to know that he would likely never see his birth family again, he had a new family now, one that transpired not from blood, but from the heart.
The drappas were beside him moments later and Daxton fairly pranced between them, silly grin slathered across his short maw. He brushed his snout against Ryku's cheek- a silent display of gratitude for her willingness to guide them here- before he turned to Capella, nosing the den along with her. “Yes, it is.” He agreed softly, brushing his ruddy shoulder against her smoky one. “Aren't you glad Mist found us?”
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Post by lakaraxxthexxwolf on Apr 15, 2009 20:43:14 GMT -5
OOC: sorry guys but this is just an exit post. My muse is totally shot right now. XP Really sorry!
The black femme didn’t stop when they had gotten to the pack dens. She let her feet carry her to the den that the scouts were to rest in. She let in a big puff of air scenting that Silve was here long ago. Her ebon muzzle lifted to gaze at the other two who she could tell were happy to be here. Dax was jumping around barking excitedly. Ryku smiled softly at Capella then Dax. “Hope you guys get settled in ok.” The ebony femme murmured happily. She whimpered quietly remembering Chalos’s words not to let Hom out of her sight. The femme looked at the two her face rid with guilt. “Oh Dax, Capella I’m sorry but I have orders from Chalos. I need to go keep watch over Homicide right now. I’m really sorry to have made an incovience for you.” Her amber hues were rid with sadness and guilt. Without another word at the two she dipped her head in good bye and padded back into the woods to go look for the pumpkin eyed cub.
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Post by Capella on Apr 15, 2009 22:01:11 GMT -5
ooc: Aw! Bye bye!! It was fun roleplaying with you! Capella the Loving The softly hued female allowed a faint smile to break the mask on her face, golden eyes twinkling with such emotion that it was hard to believe that she was not breaking through her own skin out of sheer excitement and joy. She watched Dax and Ryku silently, giving a slight nod to Dax’s words and allowing her soft gaze to travel back to the den she was inspecting. Curiously she inhaled deeply, the strong scents of the pack washing over her like a wave of. It was amazing—that her life could have changed so quickly and in such a short of time. Allowing her gaze to flicker up again to the two wolves with her, she studied each closely. She enjoyed Ryku’s companionship, finding her a pleasant joy to be around. Dax was a delight and uplifting and seemed to take on the half that she lacked—the more laid back easy going type.
For a moment longer she remained silent, attempting to take in everything at once, yet it was nearly impossible. “I am, indeed, very happy that Mist discovered us. I’m happy to be here—to finally be able to allow everything I’ve been shouldering for so long. To finally sleep with ease.” Her voice was soft, threatening to crack with the flood of emotions that were threatening to break the gates of her heart and mind. Finally, she regained her composure, having turned away from the two in an attempt to hide the potential break that was coming. Finally, she turned to face the two again, a soft smile still lingering upon her slightly scarred muzzle. However, her golden eyes betrayed her and there was a strange sense of sadness that lingered there.
Capella silently cursed herself for the weakness that she was showing and steeled her heart and attempted to remind herself that she had a new life, one that was full of wonderful possibilities. However, she was drawn from her private thoughts by Ryku’s voice, floating to her softly and a holding a noticeable hint of unease. Allowing a soft whine, Capella’s brow wrinkled, a frown replacing her gentle smile. Orders from the Lead Male were too be taken seriously and Ryku had no other choice but to obey and so Capella dipped her head in farewell, her tail swaying softly. She would surely see the ebony female another time, after all, they were pack members. She watched as Ryku turned and disappeared back into the words in search of another who she had called Homicide, a wolf unknown to her.
Finally, Capella swung back around and eyes the den critically, easing her way within the darkness to inspect it further. Satisfied with it, she backed out and looked curiously at Dax. “Perhaps we should see out one of the older members—or a leader to find out if dens are assigned. They may have specific dens for members and I would hate to mess up right at the beginning.” For a moment, the female lapsed into silence, apparently deep in thought. Suddenly, she turned to face Dax, eyes bright. “We could share a den. After all, we have the same job. And you’re the only one I know, unless you have somewhere else you’d rather stay.. She allowed her voice to trail off, though it didn’t appear that there was really any sadness there, only slight disappointment. She hated to start off her time within the pack alone—even if she did know two of the wolves already.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 16, 2009 12:54:33 GMT -5
Ryku padded past himself and Capella, nosing instead a den that he took to be the scouts'. Without warning the black-pelted femme spoke, her voice and face intoned with the unmistakable cringe of guilt, and Daxton tilted his head, the sudden sorrow in her gaze dampening his mood. Something about that cub again, Homicide- and then, she was gone, leaving nothing but a nod goodbye to signal her unforeseen egress. Cerulean eyes followed her well-built bodice across the treeline, an almost wry smile on his face. That hadn't been so bad, had it? A little tense in the beginning, but nothing too rocky. With a contented sniff he swung his head back around, grinning as he watched Capella inspect the den with the same kind of scrutiny that he expected to receive from the Dragga- undeniably thorough. She seemed appeased, however, and returned her amber gaze to his, drawing a broader smile and a wave of his lush tail- and this only deepened with her suggestion, sending him into an almost controlled frenzy of excitement and a decently long bout of stuttering. “I, ah, I w-would love t-t-to share a den wi-with you,” he spoke, eagerness painfully apparent by his tone of voice. “That way we can, uh, talk. Aa-nd, um, k-keep each other w-w-warm and stuff.” He averted his eyes, mannerisms that of his usual embarrassment, though he knew by now that Capella wasn't one to judge his stammer.
With a definite change of subject (and, admittedly, in an effort to regain his composure), Daxton parted his silver muzzle and spoke again, words edging on a sly sort of tinge. “You and Ryku seemed to get along well,” he mused, keeping on his toes for any apparent misgivings. “I'm going to have to find out who that Homicide is, though. You'd think his parents would have been more...positive.” Dax wasn't one to judge without first knowing, but the unknown pup's moniker did not have an aura of kindness. Still, he trusted Ryku, and as far as he was concerned, any wolf that she deemed tolerable, so would he. “Did I ever tell you how I met her?” Daxton asked Capella, mind drifting back to the terror he had felt. “A hunting party followed me to where she was- I felt terrible; I still feel rather guilty, having put a stranger in imminent danger. I know now why as cubs, my siblings and I were always told to avoid human habitats. Those hounds- my father would always make fun of them- they're scary up close.” At the time, his gallantry combined with a surge of adrenaline had overridden the natural instinct to flee, and he was lucky to get out without many injuries. There had only been one- a pair of jaws had came down atop his skull- but the wound had since healed, and if there was any scar, it wasn't readily apparent.
The mann regressed back into a comfortable silence, not familiar enough with the territory or rules to take up a place within a den but feeling at ease enough to settle himself on the lush Deor grass. He peered at Capella, soft smile brushing across his features and feeling incredibly lucky to not only have found a home here, but to have someone to make the journey with him. Dropping his gaze to his too-large paws, Dax's voice was almost a mumble. “I hope Mist whelps soon.”
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Post by Capella on Apr 16, 2009 21:45:14 GMT -5
Capella the Loving Capella had, for the most part, thought her question was a rather innocent, simple one. Did they want to share a den? What would be so strange about that? Friends keeping each other company. So when she was met by a moment of silence, she lifted her gaze from the darkness of the den to Dax’s face, her honey colored eyes meeting briefly with his own blue ones. As he stuttered out his answer, she cocked her head to the side in a curious manner, ears twisted forwards trying to catch everything he was saying. She didn’t laugh, but smiled softly, tail swaying several times behind her. It was an answer she had wanted to hear, yet his reasons for sharing the den seemed awkward to her. Well of course they’d keep each other warm. That was one of the advantages to sharing a den. Laughing suddenly, she stepped forwards, touching her nose to his, eyes dancing.
”I would have thought you would be over stuttering by now. Do I make you feel that uncomfortable?” She gave a playful pout, turning away with a soft huff and striding several steps from him where she stopped, gazing out into the forest. It was silent, all except for the soft chirping of birds, their songs light and joyful—males calling to females, wanting to show off the nests they had made—to prove they were capable of supporting a family. How lucky female birds were. They had males that would make them their nests—sit on the eggs while she could go off and take part in the feedings from the day they were born. A male wolf could do none of that—until they were old enough to start eating other things beside milk. But what male wolf would build a den?
She turned back to face Dax as he began speaking, merely nodding when he asked her if she wished to know how he came to meet Ryku, stepping back closer to the male so that she could better hear him. She sat in silence, only her eyes giving away her feelings; widening at the mention of humans and the close call that they had faced. Shaking her head slightly, she allowed her eyes to meet Dax’s once again. “That is a bit of an adventure and you’re lucky you managed to walk away from that. My grandfather was killed by such a pack of two leggers. They took his body away—to do what with, I don’t know. I didn’t see it, it was far before I was born. My father told me the story.” She allowed her gaze to drift upwards towards the sky, watching the clouds float over head as though drifting along in an unseen river in the sky. She liked to believe there was a higher being—or a place after death that souls could go and that when she died her loved ones would be waiting to greet her.
Capella tore her eyes from the sky suddenly, turning to face Dax, her expression one that had never been present before upon her face; she was uncertain. “I’m a bit scared of doing all this. It means leaving my past behind and that’s hard for me—I remind myself that it doesn’t mean I forget about everything but just move on…She paused, trying to pick the correct words that would most simply explain her feelings. “Dax, I really like you and I am thankful for everything you have done and I am thankful that you’re in my life. I’m glad I’m not doing this alone.”
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 16, 2009 22:34:15 GMT -5
It hadn't so much been nervousness or embarrassment, he supposed, so much as it had been out of surprise. Truth be told, he hadn't exactly figured that he would spend his first night alone, but the thought that Capella thought highly enough of him to invite her to share his den with her hadn't crossed his mind. In Mato, where family had come above all else, he had shared the den with his parents, littermates, and, eventually, his dam's second litter. There were occasions when he would spend his nights with Tuari, but, as he ow sadly realized, those nights were long gone, and he would never have them again. It had been something special, for him to have kept such good company- four years seemed so much to simply throw away- but the lack of friendship now fell on his shoulders; the blame was his own. Still, if he hadn't of made such a sadly significant decision, he would not be beside Capella now- a thought that, inwardly, made him cringe. It was as these thoughts were running their course through his scattered brain that the fae's soft laugh broke through his thoughts and he found himself muzzle to muzzle with the beautiful drappa- for a moment, a look of bliss overtook his features and his cerulean eyes grew wide, though the brief moment of brimming happiness was effectively crushed by her words; embarrassment once again gripped his face and he dropped his gaze- this humiliated look quickly transformed into an overdramatic expression of anguish as she turned and stalked several lengths away.
This doubled distance, however, would not do.
His voice was quiet as he padded toward her, flicking her haunch with his tail before settling himself a bit of a distance away, eyes to the treeline that stood proudly before the duo. “It's not that...it's quite the opposite, really. You've made me feel more at ease than I have in a long time.”
At her reaction to his piece about his unsavory run-in with the human hunting party, Dax wasn't sure whether he should have chuckled or shrugged- in any case, he merely nodded thoughtfully before parting his jowls to speak again. “I suppose I should be thanking one of the gods or both that I'm here beside you today. Still, it's another experience, and I'll know what to do if it ever happens again. But, this time, it'll be much more important- I wouldn't just be protecting myself and a complete and utter stranger; I'd have a whole pack- and friends(here, he glanced meaningfully at the femme) -to protect. I'd like to see any wolf get past a dragga who's protecting his family.” Daxton spoke this words with a sort of uncharacteristic graveness.
Yet Dax was not the only one of the pair to have an atypical air about him; Capella's suddenness startled him, though at her words his narrowed gaze softened considerably and he moved toward her side, nuzzling the fur behind her ears reassuringly (for once, he didn't hesitate- perhaps it was because his need to offer Capella some degree of comfort was immediate) before pulling his head away to gaze at her, a rather serious look about him. “Capella,” He chose his words with a tedious precaution, “I don't think your mate or cubs would want any less for you. No one here wants to replace them- I left my family behind as well, but I have to trust everything to fate. We're in this together; I won't let you have the chance to feel alone.” It was here that he hesitated, averting his gaze momentarily before finding her amber eyes once again. “I...I really like you, too. I'll always be here when you need me, just in case you ever do. Alright?” Dax brushed his muzzle across the femme's cheek once more, offering her a soft smile and bright eyes. It was true- if he hadn't of met Capella, who knows where he would be.
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Post by Capella on Apr 17, 2009 15:12:39 GMT -5
Capella the Loving As Dax’s tail made contact with her haunch, she turned her head slightly to glance back at it, before lifting her aurulent gaze to his face. She eyes, as usual, were gentle, yet there was a hint of sorrow and fear within the swirls of gold. She studied his features, the strong build of his muzzle and the gentle curve of his skull which upon two beautiful blue eyes sat, gazing towards the distant tree line ahead of them. For a moment, her gaze lingered on his face, her mind drifting back to the day she had walked away from her birth pack. It was strange—Dax and Thoth were nothing alike, yet Dax managed to stir the same feelings within her heart as Thoth had. Thoth had been handsome, young and bold, ready to take on the world and conquer it all. His eyes had been dark, thoughtful and often brooding and he was strong—more than capable of protecting a family against physical dangers. However, when she gazed at Dax, she saw that he too, was handsome, but his eyes were bright and joyful and although she didn’t doubt his capabilities, his build was not as large as Thoth’s had been.
The strangest thing was that, alone, Capella often allowed her thoughts to wander to the past where grief would eventually consume her heart and leave her aching from the old days. But with Dax, her mind did not travel to those dark places. She found herself no longer in constant pain and grief from the past. She had yet to curse herself as she did so often when alone, for the death of her offspring and mate. She did not wish she were back at her birth pack or wishing she had never left in the first place. At his words, she blinked, turning her gaze away from him, eyeing the tree line curiously. “I’m glad that you feel at ease. You have nothing to be nervous about around me.” She spoke, her voice soft with a slight hint of laughter.
Capella smiled as Dax spoke again, wanting to chuckle at the seriousness in his voice, but instead, she merely glanced at him, tail thumping gently against the ground. He then closed the distance between them and she closed her eyes when she felt his touch, trying desperately to keep the flood gates of her heart closed. His words were comforting, yet for some reason the heavy fog of guilt would not clear from her mind. Finally, her jaws parted, and her voice seeped out, barely a whisper. “You’re right. Nothing will replace them, yet I still feel responsible. In some way I feel that it’s not fair, that I have a new life with a chance at happiness and they don’t. They didn’t get a chance at all..” She sighed softly, golden eyes darkening as once again, the memories flooded back.
Capella had dropped her gaze, but as his muzzle brushed against her cheek, she looked up, returning the smile, though it seemed not as bright as it should have been. “Thank you. It means a lot to me to hear you say that. And it goes the same for you. Don’t hesitate to come to me. I’ll always be there if you need me.” She rose gracefully, forepaws sliding out before her, back end raised high in the air and her tail swaying. Allowing her muscles a well needed stretch, she straightened and gazed thoughtfully around the den site. It was quiet know, but she could almost see the other wolves lingering about, chatting and playing with pups romping around.
The thoughts lifted her mood and she found herself growing anxious to see more of the territory. Her gaze shifted to Dax, taking on a playful glint. Lunging forwards a step, she slapped her front paws against the ground, raising her rear in the air once more, lips pulled back ever so slightly in a less-than-serious snarl.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 17, 2009 22:39:20 GMT -5
If only Dax had known the feelings that were lurking in the fae's mind- his tangled thoughts would unwind, for, had they compared thoughts, each of the wolves would have found the other's to match their own. There was something about Capella, something that stretched beyond beauty (both physically and personality-wise)- perhaps it was simply the calming sensation her presence left him with, or maybe it was the fact that she was always somewhere in his thoughts, not so much haunting him as providing him with motivation. True, they had only known each other for a short span of time, but the mann had never experienced such an attraction before. Dax had never denied the existence of the gods- mild skepticism would be the ideal phrase to describe the ambivalence he experienced when he brought to mind deities- but he thought with an inward, wry smile that there had to be something controlling his fate to have led him to such a wonderful drappa so early in his journey. He was aware that she had a past, and there was nothing he wanted more than to help soothe her weary heart, to help her reinvent her life, if that was want she wanted. Anything she wanted, actually, he would attend to with the most tedious attention to detail and precision. For once in the four years he had been walking the earth, he felt a need to strive for something better, to make sure someone knew that he had the ability to be whatever they wished. To appease someone's wishes; to prove himself worthy. In Mato, he hadn't had to- affiliations alone did that task for him- but now, Capella had begun to be something of a goal, to win not only her attention and worthiness in her eyes, but, as he had slowly begun to admit to himself, her affection as well.
But, alas, he was only a dragga, and he had no knowledge of how to go about wooing her- he had the distinct feeling that with every endeavor he made, he would subconsciously, if not knowingly, be compared to her previous mate. It was these thoughts that were the origin of his hesitation, of his sheepish behavior. What if her feelings for him were purely platonic; completely pure in nature? He knew the answer to his mental questions: he would never bring up the matter again; would leave it alone and be the best companion he could possibly be. If he knew nothing else, then he was sure of a single thing: he never wanted to them to be on anything but wonderful terms.
Daxton felt that the heaviness that had surrounded her had still yet to lift, and so her offered her a consoling whine, no trace of a smile about his muzzle. Her words were heartbreaking; this was the first time she had revealed such emotions and frankly the male was unsure of what action to take. Talking wasn't his strong point; he preferred actions instead, and so once again he came into contact with her, lowering his head so that his reddened brow rested gently against her silver cheek for a moment before pulling away and licking her muzzle, trying his hardest to remind himself that his acts should be utterly pure of intentions- Capella was his friend, after all, and he didn't want her to think that he was trying to pull any serious moves. When he did finally speak, there was a definite frown in his voice, and his usually bright eyes were sad, mirroring her own. “You will see them again. This life wasn't up to par for them; cubs always deserve better than the harshness they're born into. I know you loved them, and they knew that as well, and you know that they're waiting for you, right? Your mate and cubs- they are far more lucky than you and I, to be in the gracious paws of the gods. I believe that everything has its reason- everything. Perhaps it wasn't your time to have cubs yet. This life is so delicate...I know it must hurt, Capella. I'll do whatever I can for you, you know that, right? We'll talk about it as much or as little as you would like. It isn't fair that you experienced such traumatic events. I don't think that you should ever, ever, forget them- not that I think you will- but I doubt that your family would be pleased to ever think that they were hindering you in any way.”
Dax watched her with curious, and rather anxious, eyes as she rose, her lithe body extending in what must have been a wonderfully relieving stretch, and a half-smile wrapped around his maw. He nodded at her words, previous prickling feeling slightly assuaged. Her gaze left his and he followed her line of sight, giving the densite a thorough once-over before, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the silvery femme drop into a playful sort of bow. He brandished a bright grin, tail swishing side to side as he pivoted on oversized paws to meet her, his pose mimicking hers, complete with a non-threatening snarl that spilled from black lips. She was irrepressible, it seemed, and her behavior boosted his natural emotional buoyancy back to its peak. Dax, near-booming laughter emitting from his jaws, lunged forward, lightly swiping a heavy paw at her face, though he had no intentions of striking the winsome drappa. Cavorting his lean frame, the mann yipped joyfully, tail in a blurry frenzy behind and above his ruddy hindquarters as he twisted and pranced about Capella, darting in quickly to nip her flank before dancing away. He threw her a look over his shoulders, turning back around to meet her once again.
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Post by Capella on Apr 18, 2009 10:49:12 GMT -5
Capella the Loving His words were like an invisible bandaid upon her heart, closing the seeping the wound that continuously ached and reminded her day after day of the light she could have had. She had felt as though she were trapped in a thick, suffocating fog and his simple presence was like a refreshing breeze that swept over her, clearing away the fog and allowing her once again see clearly. She could close her eyes and listen to his voice, her heart lifting and for once, feeling unconfined to the troubles and worries of life. She allowed a sideways glance at him, studying his thoughtful face. She was confused by the feelings that reared in her soul each time she saw him. In fact, she didn’t even need to see him to feel that way—being around him or just simply thinking of him stirred up those feelings. She was unsure of her feelings---realizing that she had only known the male for a short period—yet it didn’t always take a great deal of time to find one you cared about and wished to spend your life with. Her feelings were not yet at that level, but she was starting to feel the great need to be around him.
Capella allowed her eyes to flutter closed as his forehead rested against her cheek, her skin tingling at the very contact. She kept her eyes closed even as she felt the gentle caress across her muzzle, finally lifting her gaze to meet his but for only a moment. She was thrilled to see that her playful urgings paid off, happily watching as Dax took up a similar stance. At his lunge, she skipped to his side, ducking her head as he made easy swipe towards her face. She had made to snap gently at his cheek as he pranced about, but was startled by the nip too her flank and whirled to meet the pleasantly hued male, golden eyes gleaming mischievously. For a moment, she remained perfectly still, dark colored ears pulled back ever so slightly; then suddenly, she sprang away from him, taking several bounds before collapsing upon the earth. It seemed, of course, horrific that she just collapse, perhaps because of a sudden heart attack or other terrible health issue. But she was merely attempting to draw the male closer—a ploy she knew that was probably not the nicest of tricks to pull. She would make it up to him; she told herself, keeping her lids drawn over her golden eyes and her body completely relaxed.
Just looking at her, it truly appeared as though she might have fallen ill or worse, dead. As she laid there, she felt a growing sense of guilt—she knew, or at least hoped, that Dax would grow concern, but it was only a silly trick, but it could very well have taken things too far. Finally deciding that she wasn’t willing to put things at risk, she whirled about with a yip, tail lifted high in the air, waving good naturedly. She hesitated, only slightly before springing towards him, the muscles bunching together and then releasing the built up energy as she made one graceful leap over him, clearing his head entirely and landing gracefully behind him, whirling as soon as she touched town, nipping at his tail before springing to the side to put distance between Dax and herself. With jaws parted, her tongue lolled out in gentle panting, golden eyes shining joyfully. “Thank you for everything you’ve done. I know that my mate and pups would hate to see me this way---and I’m sure they’d be glad to see that I have someone like you around. She paused, suddenly appearing rather sheepish, lowering her gaze slightly. “I can move on away from all the painful things when you’re around. I don’t want to sound strange, but I truly love your company. She laughed softly, shaking her head. “I sound like a silly female pup talking that way. But I am grateful for everything you’ve done.
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