Falling to Pieces [Clovis]

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Surprises come in small packages

[scrolly:h(280),w(285),sy]A lone howl rose up around the lyxxus, the moon hanging high in the sky as his song rang up to the sky. His own crimson stained body blended in with the opening of the cave, the imminent darkness looking to swallow him whole. His tails had just split, marking his third birthday. The whole experience was a painful sort of one, having curled himself tightly in a ball near the back of his cave, his mind still coming off the effects of the elder berry. He only had a bit of the plant left, but it would tide him over. His brain was fuzzy, numbed by the drug-like effects as it ebbed the pain away.

Once his song died down, blue eyes began their peer around, slicing through the darkness with ease. His catlike body moved quickly out of the cavern's mouth, bouncing over a small stream and moving swiftly through the forest. He only had to search for a few minutes before he found himself, almost robotically, with a rabbit hanging from his jaws. Only one right now, and soon the small wolf was back on his way to the cave. It didn't take him long, the entire excursion, only a few moments of time. He sat at the entrance, chewing voraciously into the meat of the rabbit. It was a daily meal for him now; being such a small wolf it was nigh impossible for him to catch anything bigger. Most things he did manage to catch went straight to his father, and Satinka's den. He knew their own pups were strong, and could hunt, but he liked to contribute. And so far no one had told him off for anything.

He stretched out his claws, hitting the hard stone of the cave and scratching them along the surface. They made a horrible screech, but it hardly bothered the male as he dug his maw into the flesh of the rabbit. His black maw was dyed blood red, blending it in with his own red coat. He had barely run into anyone lately, and truth be told, he liked it that way. Part of him missed Moonrose, more than he liked to admit, but he had barely seen hide nor hair of the guardian. Such thoughts he refused to enterain though, forcing his mind to think on more primitive things. Feeding himself and family and defending them were more important than pining over a female. And so long as he continually told himself that, it was true.

Sky | Wolf | BG

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[clovis.austen ♔]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,63,true][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 15 35 20 25; background-image: url(http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z341/awaywithmysanity/Clovis-Table.gif);,true,] For a pack wolf, Clovis didn’t spend much time with his pack. Often one would find him wandering neutral lands, the ones that were home to loners rather than those with a pack of their own. Occasionally, he could be found lurking through the Lumera Valley, but rarely was he seen in the company of other wolves. He didn’t have the honor of being close to many of his pack mates like most wolves, mainly because he was terrified by a good portion of them. Yes, he should never judge a wolf simply by their appearance, but honestly, the wolves that inhabited the land just scared him. Clovis never bothered to take the time to get to know any of them due to the fact that he strongly believed they would turn on the whisp and eat him alive. Maybe that’s why he didn’t have the honor of having proper friends. He was too busy cutting himself off from any other wolf in fear that he wasn’t able to actually understand them as beings. But he tried. He really did try. Always, whenever he could muster what little courage he had and survive a simple, though granted, incredibly short, conversation, the young whisp would always try to see the good. With an exasperated sigh, he pulled in his wings and pressed them tight against his body. He made his way over to his favorite spot in the entire Valley, the Painted Cave. Whenever he did stay within the pack lands, he would stay in the magnificent cave. The many paintings and symbols took the place of ‘friends’ and offered him company. The markings on the walls told the stories of long ago, stories that belonged to the past, and kept Clovis’ mind off of the daunting loneliness. Unfortunately for the whisp, there was a steep slope in front of the cave which was littered with large boulders and blunt objects. With only the faint glow of the moon to help him, he made his way down the slope, trying to avoid any mishaps that were bound to happen. But when a strange and unfamiliar scent hit him, it caught Clovis off guard. Distracted by the new scent, he had managed to miss something and found himself tumbling down the steep expanse of earth. A large yelp quickly followed and before he could squeeze his eyes shut, he noticed a large and dangerous looking boulder, conveniently set in his path. Just mere moments before he was about to collide into the rocky mass, he transformed into a cloud of smoke, dangerously and barely missing the brutal collision. There was a mess of pale blue and sea green smoke before Clovis materialized back into his wolfish self, scrambling to his feet as he did so. He had realized he was now at the mouth of the cave and in front of a rather terrifying looking stranger. Though wolf before him was around half his height, the crimson color of his fur, striking feline-like eyes, and bloodied prey at his paws managed to drive an immense rush of fear into the whisp’s heart. ”I-I’m so sorry- Please- eat- Please don’t eat me.” Clovis said, his words rushed and jumbled, terror obvious in not only his tone but his eyes as well. word count » 500+ tags » notch / arty ! ooc notes » not as short as i thought it would be, lolwhoops. musical inspiration » sous le cie de paris - edith piaf !

[NOCHT !]

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Surprises come in small packages

[scrolly:h(280),w(285),sy]Nocht had become an expert at navigating the caves, and place he spent almost all, if not most of his time. He still didn't quite understand the wall paintings, but they kept him company. He had his stashes around the cave, and he kept it quite safe, or so he imagined. Sitting at the mouth allowed him a good look out over the area as he licked his maw, wiping some of the blood clear from his fur. It was a tedious task, and one that would not be undertaken until his stomach was sufficiently full. So he sat there, chewing slowly as his three tails curled around his haunches. He looked quite a site, sitting there in silence, almost still as a statue save his chewing mouth.

Nocht could smell the other wolf before he saw him, but it was a strange scent. He couldn't place it and had never smelled something quite like that before. If he hadn't been able to smell the pack on him, even faintly, he would have questioned that it was in fact a wolf. He had never seen a whisp before, but of course in the darkness, even with his keen eyesight, it was hard to tell what exactly the wolf was before him. It appeared to be a lupus, or a lumen... but it had wings. But soon the wings disappeared, and the wolf went tumbling down the rock face towards him, disappearing into... a puff of smoke.

Nocht immediately stood up, his eyes staring straight at where the wolf had been. Now, only smoke remained. His eyes narrowed, tails flickering about angrily behind his rear. Soon though the mist swirled and made a wolf again. Nocht was now thoroughly perplexed by what had happened. He stared with huge blue eyes at the wolf before him, puffing out his chest as he looked up at the wolf. The reply he received was a strange one, and Nocht stared long and hard for a good moment. Why would he eat this strange wolf? Nocht growled, snorting a bit, not even bothering to reply to the male's question. He merely backed up and turned, staring into the darkness of the cave. How rude.

Nocht moved towards a small tucked away bundle, grabbing a twig from the mess and bringing it back to the strange male. He tossed it down at his feet, sitting back on his haunches and staring. The twig would help any pain he felt from the fall. Of course, it would be helpful for Nocht to tell the other wolf that. But he should have known that already.

Sky | Wolf | BG

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[clovis.austen ♔]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,63,true][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 15 35 20 25; background-image: url(http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z341/awaywithmysanity/Clovis-Table.gif);,true,] Clovis had his fair share of bad experiences. When growing up, he was always on the move, and it made having friends and companions impossible. Constantly on the move, he didn’t have the lifelong bond with wolves most pack ones had. He became awkward, and timid, and no fun to be around. Eventually the taunting came, and the fights soon after. The whisp wasn’t tiny, but he wasn’t incredibly buff and intimidating either. Over time, even the smallest of threats chased him away, but sometimes threats weren’t just good enough. A coward, he could never put up a fight, and if the wolf wanted him gone and out of the cave, he would have ran off in a heartbeat. So when the wolf didn’t make any signs of aggression or threat, Clovis immediately grew confused. At the growl and snort, the whisp flinched, but there wasn’t much more than that. Odd... Why wasn’t he growing angry or trying to scare Clovis away? The lack of agitation or a stronger response caught him off guard, but made him curious. It wasn’t new for Clovis to be sticking his nose in places it didn’t belong, and his curiosity was bound to get him killed one day, but he just couldn’t grasp the fact that he was blown off so easily. When the other turned around, the whisp noticed three tails rather than the conventional single one. Lyxxus. Noticing the multi-tailed wolf head for a bundle, Clovis was even more confused. Soon, a twig was placed before him, and all the whisp could do was stare at it with questioning eyes. Wait, was this wolf actually trying to help him? His brows furrowed and after a moment of giving the twig a scrutinizing look, he turned back to the lyxxus. ”Why are you... So you’re not- Why?” word count » 300+ tags » notch / arty ! ooc notes » idek. musical inspiration » sous le cie de paris - edith piaf !

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Surprises come in small packages

[scrolly:h(280),w(285),sy]The whole situation was entirely weird, and Nocht wasn't very good at handling change. Even still, he knew his social graces, as awkward as they were. Reynard had shoved those on him enough. So even though he was silent he tried to keep an open mind to the strange smoke wolf, as he cowered there before him. Oh hail the almighty Nocht, ruler of the cave. He seemed to shy away from any movement or noise the lyxxus made, reminding him almost of Brightness. It was strange that even though he was so small, he made a comanding prescence. Nocht liked that. He stood tall, waiting for the wolf before him to take the twigs he had set before him.

The twigs would help to dull any pain he had and stop the bruising. He picked up a bit of healing from his mother, and some here and there when he listened to Tinka [though gathering information from her was a bit trickier, since their relationship was so rocky]. He had, in fact, healed Reynard using magic, but had not tried again since then. The sensation was utterly strange and left him drained. So he merely stood there, his stash of healing herbs and other paraphenalia behind him, waiting for the twig to be taken.

The wolf looked utterly confused, as he should be. What other wolf would place a twig in front of another wolf and then just stand there, expecting the other to know what to do? Nocht didn't really get the whole "understanding" thing, and for him other wolves should be on the same wave length. With a slight scowl on his face, he lowered his head, grabbing the stick in his teeth for a moment. He held it up to show the smoke wolf, then set it back down, making a chewing motion with his mouth. He HAD to get it then right?

And of course, no words in reply to the wolf's eratic questions were given in reply.

Sky | Wolf | BG

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