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Post by shadowfax on May 19, 2010 23:42:18 GMT -5
He wasn’t usually a jumpy kind of creature. It disturbed him of her sudden change in facial features that had drove him on edge a bit. You could never be to careful with dealing with new wolves that you know nothing of their history. He was a good fighter but anything dealing with a direct attack was a strong weakness for him. If he were the one to attack first, things would normally end up differently. He had gained many scars in his young life, both physical and emotional though he would never share them unless asked about directly.
He was always concerned for the sake of another, whether friend or stranger. He may have not known the female long, but of what kindness she had shown him thus far being interrupted by a sudden bout of pain, well, that wasn’t always normal.
“What could you have ate that had caused such a stir?” He questioned. He followed her gaze towards the hump in her belly that was only revealed to him now. He understood.
“Mother to be. Congratulations!” He smiled. He was unaware of her intentions with her cubs that were growing in her womb. Life was always something to celebrate, whether it good or bad.
He watched her silently, noting her eyes returning to the cold mountain range above. He was a little confused and could sense a little of the bitterness that lingered around her. He didn’t want to pry, feeling that perhaps that bitterness would be released upon him. He ignored it, for now anyway.
“Any help anywhere m’dear. I could have gone and found whoever I could.” He replied. He stepped a bit back, noting his closeness to her, which had only come to be because of her sudden pain.
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Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
Beta Female[M:40][A:6] [SG:0]
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Post by Gypsy on May 20, 2010 9:45:58 GMT -5
There the nails dropped and the curtain revealed who she really was. Her ears flattened and her expression turned sour at his words of congratulations. "There is nothing to celebrate. I've never wanted pups, and always took measures to prevent them before they could be conceived. But as fate would have it now, the cruel bitch, my supplements were not available when a sex crazed male decided he wanted me on his terms instead of mine." Her tail twitched with irritability.
"To think one-hundred and sixteen years of life and NOW I get pregnant. I finally found the herb last night and took it. But they still live in me and it's disgusting." She could careless what the myou thought of her negativity towards new life. "He is in the mountains and I will leave the dead corpses of his spawn there in the cold for him to find. Then he will know the wrath of Gypsy."
The female stood up again, pointing herself toward the mountain range, ears, tail and antenna all erect. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then looked back at the male with cold eyes, "I have no intention of being a mother. You may have been better off leaving me in my pain if it was enough to warrant help." Part of her knew that she was cruel and probably deserved no sympathy. But she was not about to change who she was just because some stranger thought poorly of her. She would outlive any misgivings that existed.
She stepped off the root and brushed past the male again, her soft pelt touching his as she moved. She had no anger towards him, but she knew he probably suspected her of lashing out at him. Pity. He would have been fun to play with, had he not found out about her pregnancy.
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Post by shadowfax on May 20, 2010 23:37:49 GMT -5
His body tensed again at the bitterness that came over the female. He growled deep down in his throat, though it wasn’t loud enough to mean any sort of threat, at least not yet. Finally he could see the mask the she-wolf had put on for him, “You don’t celebrate life of any sort. The cubs in your womb are yours whether made by choice or not. I have never known a mother to reject her own unborn cubs.” He despised those who could not bear to take on the responsibility of parenthood. It may not have been her choice, but it was still her responsibility.
His stepped forward slightly, his wings coming from their resting position to form a sort of arch over his being. He was still tense, unknowing of what the female may do next. For all he knew he could be attacked, specifically for no reason. Perhaps he dropped in on the wrong female.
“Gypsy, finally a name.” He stated simply, his voice cold and emotionless, “It is a shame you think that way of your own spawn as well. It may have been him who caused such a pregnancy, but do remember, they have your genes as well.” He explained which he knew was all true. Whether a pregnancy was planned or not, both parent’s genes were prominent in the cubs that had yet to have a chance at life.
“Perhaps I should have left you in your moment of pain. Suppose I dropped in on the wrong female.” He growled again, a bit louder than before. He knew she did not specifically lash out on him but he could never be to careful.
He sidestepped before her body could brush his, knowing somehow that had been her intentions. He stared back at her, golden, ravenous eyes gleaming coldy in response to her movement.
“It’s a shame, I thought you were lovely.” He wasn’t normally an evil being. He had his dark side that was only shown in times like these. He was usually a very calm, caring wolf that would do anything for someone if their life depended on it.
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Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
Beta Female[M:40][A:6] [SG:0]
Cypress
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Post by Gypsy on May 21, 2010 7:53:19 GMT -5
She turned to snap a response to him, "I celebrate my life. I know that I will always be, I am all I have. Everyone else leaves or dies." The bitterness, the cold callous female was the was she was because of another many years ago. Commitment was a loathed word to her now. It brought her too much pain when she was young and impressionable.
She could read his emotion, not like he was hiding it, "Despise me if you will. It doesn't matter. Not like you will see me again, or that your opinion of my life choices matter." She walked toward another tree, feeling his glare on her back she rolled her eyes and turned to face her flank toward him. "Oh cry me a river. I AM lovely, whether you are ashamed to think it or not. Your opinion dies with you. I live on."
His words were swirling in his head, he had no idea did he? Commitment was something she could never do again. "Just because they have my genes, does not mean they should live." The venom was back in her voice, "Had he been a sennyo, then maybe I'd consider it. But he wasn't, he isn't." Her ears were back, antenna down as if on the defensive. Her cold gaze was like a cage, keeping her locked up to grow more bitter and callous as the years went on. She didn't care what he thought, but he was bringing up painful memories that only hardened her heart more.
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Post by coljay on May 21, 2010 23:06:05 GMT -5
"That I was a winged thing, A delicate Sennyo! That everyone 'twould envy me As cross the lands I'd go! That I was a Keiyou! A fine and mighty beast And would be the talk of every wolf Or all the jackalopes, at least! But I am just a lupus With wing marks upon his back That wonderful gift of graceful flight The one thing that I lack..." He wandered the Tiaga, singing to himself, every so often dancing a little as he made his way through the trees. Blue eyes peered about curiously through the racoon-like mask on his white face, his red right forepaw left singe-marks on the ground, the only part of his fire element he couldn't manage. On his back- the topic of his singing- were two gray markings in the design of wings, curling away from his shoulders. Coljay Jackson! Talk o' every nook, cranny, and den in the land! Or so he wished. Someday, he supposed, he'd become famous, perhaps... Suddenly he heard voices, other than his own, of course. They sounded angry, very angry. An argument? Coljay, believing most of his current life to be the result of a horrible past-life, consided to attempt another stab at peace with the Great Spirits and bounded over to solve what he could (which, being a coward and nothing of a fighter, wasn't much). Here he came across a winged duo. Not knowing who or what either were, he greeted them as politely as he could manage. "'Ello!" he cried with his strange accent, "Wot's all the fuss n' futter about? Sorry, s'pse I should innerduce meself," here he swept an elegant bow, "Name be Coljay, Coljay Jackson. I'm a singer h'anda wonderful fire-player-wither 's well! So, 'ello to you," he dipped his head to the large feather-winged male, "and 'ello to you, miss wings-of-the-lovely-insect!" he grinned as he bowed to the other, a female it seemed. Sitting down half-way between the two, he smiled disarmingly. "So, please, one of you explain what you're ar'gerin' and argumentifying about!"
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Post by shadowfax on May 22, 2010 0:10:55 GMT -5
“Life is life whether you celebrate it or not.” He spat bitterly. This was one of the very few times he had ever become angry with another beside himself, “Why can’t you celebrate the life that has been growing in your womb that you wish to be rid of so angrily?” He asked, the fur along his neck rising a little in his increased temper.
He had not intended to hide his emotions; he did not care if his emotions were out there. It was how he felt, why not get it out there and be known? Hatred was not something he was comfortable with, even though he held such hatred for his uncle who killed his father and took over the free will of his mother and shunned him from ever returning home.
“You are a cruel being, though your loveliness hides it well.” He said coldy, almost in a sort of compliment, if that was how she took it anyway. He did not release his glare upon her, he watched her every movement in case she decided to strike out at him. Pity she was so frail, at least from what he could tell just by talking to her. He was a lot larger than she, more muscular and somewhat taller. His weight could easily over power her if he had the chance.
“You are ashamed of your own kin because they were not created by another such as yourself?” He questioned, hearing her explanation of exactly why her cubs were not to live. He shook his head sadly, it was a pity. Species mixed all of the time and she couldn’t make an exception.
“Were I to mate with you, would you keep those cubs or be rid of them as you are with these?” He questioned, of course all hypothetically.
His auds perked at the appearance of the other male, a deep growl forming in his throat. He had no need to be here with the argument was simply between himself and Gypsy, the name he only learned a moment ago.
“This is no concern of yours.” He said bitterly. He wasn’t normally so bitter to a newcomer but when he wasn’t in the greatest mood to begin with, things changed a little. He watched the new male as he tried to break up the argument; it wasn’t going to work like that. It was much easier for him to get hurt if Gypsy or even himself decided to lash out at the other. He hated things being broken up from those on the outside who knew nothing of what was going on.
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Gypsy
Styrrstdar Cadre
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Post by Gypsy on May 24, 2010 7:34:14 GMT -5
Gypsy whirled back around to face him. She had every intention to walk away but his words kept coming. She walked back up to him, not aggressive, just prickly and cold. She stopped a few feet and returned his glare with equal severity.
"Let me get a few thing straight with you. My life, is mine. I am not celebrating this ailment, because I do not want cubs. I have always taken precautions to avoid getting pregnant. He mated with me against my terms, so I did not have time to prepare." Her words were clipped and made of steel it seemed, "If you and I were to mate, I trust you would at least have the decency to let me control whether or not I became with pup. Odds are, I wouldn't become pregnant, so I would not have to worry about this. This was the first time in 116 years that I was taken by force successfully."
She paused to get a breath, keeping his glare as if daring him to try anything about her life choices. "If for some reason I DO want to be a mother, which might not happen, I would prefer my mate to be a sennyo like myself, because we are a RARE group. For all I know we could be a dying breed. So don't you DARE judge me for wanting to propagate my species, if it came to that."
She turned when a third came forth from the trees, consequently almost being beside Shadowfax. She bristled slightly, lip curling in surprise at the lupus. Her ears folded as he tried to stop their argument, she growled in unison with Shadow. Then spat her ire at the newcomer, "Who are you to butt in unwanted. No one asked you for your opinion or your help."
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Post by shadowfax on May 25, 2010 0:29:14 GMT -5
His left back leg stepped back slightly; the front of his body slanted back a bit as she stepped towards him again. His face was lined in a smirk, a growl still held within his throat. He found no threat in this 116 year old she-wolf.
“Perhaps you should have gotten rid of them sooner then.” He said simply, emotionless and flat, “You simply do not want cubs because he mated with you against your will? Sounds a bit funny to me. A male running around with the urge to mate on his mind. While yes, that may be true for some, at least others have the decency to allow the female to have her say.” He straightened up, his arched wings growing heavy and falling to sit flat against his back once more.
“Funny you mention your age. You would think by now you would know how to fight it off.” He said, sitting again. He ignored the other male that appeared, he had no part in this.
“A wolf is a wolf regardless of other species. I may have a soul fused with that of a Raven but I am still a wolf. I do see your point, however, of mating with one of your own kind to further that of the species. It is to bad I wasn’t that of a Sennyo as you call it.” He laughed teasingly. He wasn’t even sure if he could trust the she-wolf let alone impregnate her.
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Post by shadowfax on Jun 6, 2010 23:16:47 GMT -5
A bit frustrated and angry, he turned completely away from both Gypsy and the other female. His time here had been spent, at least in the area. All this conversation had lead to was arguing over life which he had no business in.
He glanced back at Gypsy once, golden eyes scanning her once again.
“I apologize for my rudeness. It was not my business. I will leave you to rest since you probably haven’t gotten much of it. I pray your cubs thrive whether you want them to or not and I am sorry that male you have spoken of mated with you without your consent. I bid you farewell m’lady and hope out paths cross yet again in the future.” He said, his gaze going towards the tree he had landed upon early.
He stepped back a little, in order to get some speed. He sprung forth, his claws digging into the trunk’s bark as he climbed his way up to the top bow. His wings outspread, though catching some of the branches, he took off into the sky once more. Finding another place to rest and another to perhaps become better friends with. It had been an interesting encounter, one he would not forget. In all honesty, he did wish the unborn cubs well and hoped they thrived in life.
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