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[Torment]

Torment studied Clovis curiously, tail slightly a-wag. He was always interested to learn about other wolves, especially when they belonged to a species that he had never met before. Coming from a land where Keiyou and Lupuses were about all there was, he had been doing plenty of learning since he had arrived in this land.

"A Whisp..?" he tilted his head to the side, "I don't think I've ever heard of that one..." he bit back the torrent of questions forming in his head, trying not to look like a complete idiot. He had learned before that asking too many questions made him look suspicious, and he certainly didn't want that. However, the idea of leaving all of his questions unanswered irked him.

"Umn... if you don't mind me asking..." he began, a victim to his curiosity, "What does that feel like..? Turning to smoke, I mean..?"

He shuffled his paws awkwardly, feeling as though he shouldn't have asked. He almost felt as though he had asked something deeply personal.

"Umn... I guess that must be a strange question to ask, though..." he quickly added, "I mean... it must... be kind of... hard to explain, I suppose..."





((OOC: e.e Crappily short post is crappily short...))

[Allison Granger]

Allison stood in awe a whisp? This was all too fast, Whisps, new friends, smoke, and being wet. She soon sorted out the mass of thoughts, and started breathing again. While she slid off the higher branch, and back onto the main branch. She shot Torment a surprised look, and want over to Clovis she gently unsheathed her claws and pawed him, “Can you feel this Clovis? In your smoke fourm Torment you should so try this!” She beamed smiling, and kept pawing. She turned away from the Clovis, “Well, I think you’d feel all light and airy, and how can you see out of the smoke? At least I’m not the only one with questions now.” She shot a thankful glance towards Torment, “But if you turn into smoke then why is it colored. Is it like the color of your pelt?” A dozen questions, not enough time, or patience.

She sat down trying to puzzle together the many pieces on Clovis’s species. Whisps had to be rare or at least not common, she didn’t know a lot of species but this this was crazy. So Whisps turn into colored smoke. She sighed , and was brought back into reality.

(Crappy post sorry)