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Post by Feros Ferio on Feb 4, 2013 21:12:21 GMT -5
It looks like an abandoned den in the side of the hill. The scent of wolves is here, but it is very faint. Could Tristan be hiding in here?
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Post by Marina on Feb 21, 2013 17:39:11 GMT -5
Marina didn't wait for her companions as she moved quietly along the hills. She had slowed down considerably, and no longer held her head up at its usual jaunty angle, but her eyes were glinting with determination. She didn't allow herself to be hopeful, lest she be disappointed, but her pace quickened again as she neared an opening in the side of a knoll.
"If he's not here, I'll beat him up," snorted the lass to herself, peering into the yawning earth. She thought she could sense wolves.
"Tristan?" she called. "Are you there?"
(Forgive the mediocrity of this post.)
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Post by Feros Ferio on Feb 21, 2013 18:25:43 GMT -5
"Go Away."
From deep in the hiding place there came a voice. It was a melancholy tone, flat and emotionless. Whatever creature uttered it was one who seemed so drained of feeling that he had perhaps had his very soul ripped out of him.
From deep within a form could be seen to move, something mammalian, even wolven if one trusted their ability to scent. Whatever it was turned its back to the voice emanating from the surface. Could a grown wolf curl himself so tightly into a ball? In this position, the male (which could be determined by scent and tone of voice) looked like such a tiny thing.
He said no more, but sighed once more. Perhaps he was trying to sink deeper into the earth, so that he could truly be as low as he felt at the present time. The color of his pelt was impossible to determine - so dirty it was, he may have just been the color of the earth. Alas, his hiding place, it seemed, had been determined to not be deep enough, and so with woeful energy, he'd made it a little deeper, and in the process had partially covered himself - a little grave of sadness, perhaps, to bury a part of himself grieved to death by some terrible loss.
Wolves Addressed: Marina
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Post by Chance on Feb 21, 2013 19:32:29 GMT -5
Take a Chance. . . Chance followed after Marina to search their last destination. He certainly hoped that Tristan would be there. If he wasn't the male wasn't sure what they were going to do. Issy would be so upset if they didn't find her love. She was already so distressed as it was, he didn't want to think of what she would be like if they returned to her empty pawed. It would feel like they'd failed the female. Having neared the cave, his ears perked hearing a masculine voice. Was it Tristan? Trotting closer to stand beside Marina he peered in. The scent of a wolf was definitely there. "Hello?" he called, his voice a little shaky, unsure of himself. He wondered if he should just let Marina do the talking, she was good at that afterall, unlike himself. His eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of light Chance was able to see the curled form a wolf, a tight form making him wonder just how large the wolf really was. "Um, Tristan?". . . to find a sadness |
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Post by Marina on Feb 21, 2013 19:50:52 GMT -5
Marina flicked her gaze towards Chance, beaming. There was no way that cold, aching voice wasn't Tristan! The events of the day were worth this marvelous victory. She would giggle, but he wasn't captured yet.
"Alright, Heathcliff, listen up." the hybrid brazenly stuck her mud-covered face into the hole, blocking out the light; her voice was indignant, as if she was scolding a child. "We've been looking everywhere for you, and we've grown quite tired and dirty in the process. But we don't mind that so much - you're in a spot of trouble with your ladylove. She's left her parents to be with you, and here you are nowhere to be seen. Well, my friend and I have found you, and Issy will be so happy!"
She drew back and sat down stiffly, waiting for the lost boy to appear.
(sorry for any spelling errors - writing from my phone.)
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Post by Feros Ferio on Feb 22, 2013 23:33:57 GMT -5
"Issy is looking for me?" The answer was meek, and came after a long pause, as though the speaker had to wrestle with the ideas for a moment. The form seemed to shift in the little hole, and if a sliver of light could reach him the glint of a sad pair of eyes looking toward the entrance.
However, those eyes closed, and tightly. "She... She should back to the pack." He said sadly. "Her dad's right about me. I'm a loser. I can't do anything right. She deserves a guy who... I guess who's good enough for her."
He sounded like his soul was breaking. To him, the little female was perfect. She was so smart and pretty, and always, always kind. He never wanted to hurt her, and would carry the world on his back on their travels if it meant she'd never have to go without. But, he couldn't do that.
Maybe it was better to hurt her just once, and not go back to her. He'd tried leaving, but the thought of it hurt so much. So, here he was. He knew where he could find her - they'd always had that one special meeting place, by the brook. They'd even talked about starting their own pack with her father's blessing of their union. But that was the problem. The Alpha had said no, and had banished Tristan, calling him such terrible and hurtful names. But, the elder wolf was right, Tristan thought to himself.
Again, the wolf squirmed in the hole, repositioning himself once more to face the two wolves at the surface. "W-what shoudl I do?" He asked, dismay and defeat in his voice. "I only want what's best for her."
Wolves Addressed: Chance, Marina
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Post by Marina on Feb 23, 2013 19:25:44 GMT -5
"Issy is looking for me?" A pair of eyes peeked out of the hole; their look was anxious, which gave Marina a twisted sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that he missed her. She nodded and smiled, then frowned at his next words.
"She... She should back to the pack. Her dad's right about me. I'm a loser. I can't do anything right. She deserves a guy who... I guess who's good enough for her."
Sighing softly, Marina shot an unhappy glance at Chance. Had they come all this way for nothing, and found Tristan only to have him leave? No, that wasn't possible. He was coming with them if Marina had to drag him by his ear.
She was about to tell the fellow so when he poked his entire head out of his hiding spot and whimpered, "W-what shoud I do? I only want what's best for her."
Ah, so he was insecure. Issy's father must have been intimidating, to make the boy truly think he wasn't worthy of happiness. Marina shot another glance at her companion, wondering what his opinion of this was, then turned back to Tristan.
"It's no mystery what you should do," the lass answered seriously. "Issy is an adult, and so are you. You have every right to share a blissful future together - what else is there to do? You're sitting here moping and wondering how you'll go on with your life, and she's sitting by the stream and trusting you'll to come back. Why not go and meet her, if you miss each other so desperately? I highly doubt you're unworthy of her. You're young, with strong legs, aren't you? You have at least a decent ability to hunt, and if you can't hunt you can scavenge, correct? You love her and she loves you!"
She paused her wind-bagging to take a deep breath, watching Tristan intently. She wouldn't put it past a young man to have second thoughts about tying himself down, which she worried might be true in Tristan's case, but she had the sense not to say anything.
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Post by Feros Ferio on Feb 27, 2013 0:37:58 GMT -5
Tristan seemed to struggle internally. As Marina spoke, he squirmed in his dirty little hiding place. The thought of a future with his lady love was all he could think about. Issy was his first thought upon waking, the last as he fell asleep. She was the central focus of all of his dreams at night. He ate and slept and tried to learn to be a better wolf all for her.
No one seemed to think he was good enough for her. Well, maybe these two did, but they hardly knew him. He was clumsy and awkward, shy around others, he made mistakes and was often the butt of jokes. But Issy was always kind and sweet, and loved him despite it.
How could he possibly let her go, then? The only good thing in his life? As soon as the thought crossed his mind his legs seemed to begin to work on their own. Tristan was crawling back to the surface, squinting against the dirt in his eyes or the sun as he broke the surface. Clamoring past Marina and Chance, he pulled himself back to his feet, a new look of determination on his face.
"You say she's by the river?" The little grey male asked the duo before him.
Wolves Addressed: Marina, Chance
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Post by Marina on Feb 28, 2013 17:11:45 GMT -5
Marina waited for the lad to come out of the hole. She held her breath; the longer he thought, the more concerned she began to feel that he was having his doubts. Was he a Seamus, a romantic fellow who would follow his love across the world? Or was he a Bones, that worthless mongrel who got what he wanted and then left his family to fend for themselves? If it wasn't an obvious fact, Marina secretly held males as a species in very low regard - and she did think of them as a different type of canine entirely, one that could not be predicted.
So it was with an anxious gaze that she watched the mouth of the hole. A few moments passed, and she had to resist dragging him out by the ear. Then, Tristan's head appeared, followed by the rest of his body, which he drew to full height.
"You say she's by the river?"
"A-ha!" cried Marina in glee, jumping to her paws. "So you've come to your senses! I need to take a bath anways - I'll lead you to her!"
She dashed off without waiting for her Tristan or her companion.
- to da river -
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