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Post by okamiwolf on Jun 29, 2005 20:44:29 GMT -5
BT wanted to argue that she always used that tone, if he remembered correctly, but minded her place. She whined softly as she edged away from Crimson, her tail locked between her legs, throat bore, and audits pressed tightly against her head. Though clear distaste at being told not to comfort her friend the way she did any other shinned brightly in her eyes, which she adverted to the ground.
She gave a curt nod at his command, and stood at her full height, which was still quite submissive on the count of her dainty limbs and body. She was still a little upset with him for growling at her, but she just added a few words of confidence to show she understood perfectly well. “I’ll find something fresh, with life’s blood still within. I’ll even make a fresh kill if I need to.”
She soon sent a fleeting look to Crimson, she could tell that there was more to his sorrow, and she figured that it was Luna, but she said nothing, instead just took her leave to find suitable food for Crimson, all the while her mind set on how close she’d been to Luna, and all the fun times she had with her. She wanted to cry out, but held all sorrow in; she’d relax and show it later.
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Post by CrimsonWolf on Jul 5, 2005 22:45:23 GMT -5
Slowly he pulled his haunches in, sitting once more to the barren ground. His ears pinned back, eyes shut as he sighed, still thinking he was a third leg, but he also thought, that maybe he could be of use, to protect the pack, to keep his family safe. His eyes once more opened, gazing blindly to the still pool.
"I am still young... just as you are... We both still have a lot to learn... you to be a proper Dragga... and I... how to deal with this disabiling blindness..."
He lifted his head to look up, toward the sky, a slight smile lifting from his muzzle "But I can never forget her... and I know she is waiting for me... though blind, I still see her... I still hear her... And I wait here... til my time comes to be with her once more..." A howl escaped his muzzle, ears back as he gave a call, filled with some sorrow of being without, but with great love that one day he will be with her once more.
As he dropped the howl, muzzle lowered once more, eyes opened, white moonlight shining off them "To seeing you again my love...
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Post by Chalos Autumn on Jul 11, 2005 13:28:36 GMT -5
A warning glare was sent towards B.T., for Chalos did not recall asking her to hesitate and take her time to stare at Crimson. He was starting to get rather fed up with the nurse - she didn't quite seem to care that her Dragga had given her a direct order. Apparently, the alpha's expectations were too high for such a dying pack, but was it really such a horrid thing that Chalos believed that every member who was able would jump to their task right when it was given?
Once Deor's loving nurse had gone, the brown-and-black Dragga turned his attention back upon Crimson, giving him a sympathetic nod. "Yes," He whispered sadly, "Perhaps, then.. Since we both have something that we need to learn, we can take everything one step at a time. Together." Chalos knew that he could not bring Crimson's dear mate back, but he might be able to help him find a reason to live, a reason to be happy.
"We ought to find our way back to the den - BT will follow the scent if she doesn't come back in time to come with us." The large male stopped talking, however, as he realised that.. he wasn't quite sure how he would get the blind varg would make it to the den without running into anything and further injuring himself. Apparently, it would take quite the mind to make life easier for Crimson, for being blind seemed to cause all new problems to arise.
Suddenly, the answer on how to get the blind male around the territory seemed to simply leap right into his mind. He became rather excited, for it was possible that Crimson would actually be able to walk. The alpha searched about for a stick, finally scoping out a lengthy twig before returning to the other male. Placing one end of the twig up to Crimson's mouth, the Dragga held the other end in his own maw. "Bite it," He growled gently, "And you can simply let me pull you to the den - no directions needed."
[Haha.. I can't type; the 'writing' area of my brain is being blocked by an unknown mass of stupidity. -Flop-]
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Post by CrimsonWolf on Jul 13, 2005 12:16:03 GMT -5
His ears flexed, he nosed the stick for a moment, then realized what his dragga was trying to do, he bit down on the stick, his hind end rose as he stood up. He listened to the sounds of the forest as he waited for his alpha to take him back home.
"I will do my best love..." is all he thought about, living a full life would permit him to see his mate in the afterlife. So he would do his best for pack and family, to protect them, even with his disability... he would do his best/
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