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Post by vance on Feb 6, 2010 20:41:58 GMT -5
I walked out of the small shade of trees that I had been sleeping in. I yawned and stretched out my limbs, sore from yesterday's escape from that nasty griffin. Of course, being sore never stopped me before. I watched as the sun began to peek out from behind the horizon, painting the sky with beautiful colors. It was spring again, a time for chasing she-wolves, enjoying adventure, and breathing the fresh new smells. To the north, I saw a flock of birds, resting after the long journey home from their migration destination. Smiling, I laid down on the dirt, and started crawling towards their resting point. When I got close enough, I sprung at them, running as fast as possible, straight at them. They launched into the sky, the sound of their wings like a thousand little drums. As they flew away into the air, I wondered if a Keiyou would see the same birds I just scared. Whatever. In the end, it made no difference. I kept running, dodging between rocks, holes in the ground, and even a couple of trees. I slowed to a stop after a while, because although running is fun as just about anything out there, I just woke up. All I wanted was to get away from where I slept. I never did stay in one place for very long. I looked at the ground, noticing slight indents in the earth. Wolves had been here before me, light ones, otherwise the prints would be more defined. "I hope you know what you are doing Lycix", I mumbled to myself. Hopefully, no-one nearby was in the mood for fighting. Otherwise, I might get a little more adrenaline then I was hoping for.
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Post by Fyodor on Feb 6, 2010 21:51:38 GMT -5
It wasn’t hard to see, but if one wasn’t looking, he wouldn’t notice. A few of the pawprints had only three paw indents in the set. The three pawed trail belonged to Fyodor. Though he was crippled, with a small, puppy-sized hindleg, and he had an almost impossible stutter, he had been voted as the Consul of the pack—the leader. And he was definitely the best wolf for the job despite his short-comings.
Currently, Fyodor was resting in the straw colored grasses of the plains, on a good spot on a small hill. His tufted ears, tipped with a color as if they had been singed, were held perpendicular to the ground in a relaxed position. He lay like a sphinx. Hindlegs were squarely on the ground, his forepaws were stretched out in front and his head was slightly dipped. Three of his four tails were curled to the right while the fourth was hugged against his smaller left leg. He slowly blinked his eyes, almost too bored too keep them open. However, soon, the sky filled with birds. Their fluttering away had him searching for whatever spooked them. Sure enough, he saw a dot parting the grasses. His sharp eyes picked up the rustling of the grasses and the brightly colored form that walked within them.
Immediately, Fyodor calmed down. It was another Lyxxus. It was a comforting shape really. Usually, wolves of similar species stuck together, immediately related and, therefore, had less of a chance for a fight. Had this wolf been a Yagi, then Fyodor would have had more reason to be apprehensive. The Consul gave a sigh and then picked himself up. He knew that he had to keep his smaller leg at least somewhat exercised and rolled to the left and then pushed off with his left leg. The tiny leg, despite its size, had full feeling and motion in it—it had just stopped growing since puppyhood. Fyodor could have had it removed altogether, but he was slightly afraid of feeling phantom pains—which he heard was common in amputees. After he covered the deformity with a tail, he made his way toward the other Lyxxus.
His steps were off-beat, slightly awkward. But they were rather quick and efficient—though he was much slower than a more able bodied wolf. The Consul gave a shake of his head as he mumbled to himself. He was practicing what he was going to say. He had to, to try to make his stutter as unnoticeable as he can make it. “W-wel-c-c… M-m-my… I-I-“ But try as he may, he couldn’t start it. He tried every angle. Perhaps he was just nervous as this would be his first new member. He was a new leader anyway. Fyodor, before he knew it, found the other Lyxxus.
It was a male with colorful markings. He was colored the full Lyxxi spectrum, it seemed, with a coat like fire. Eyes, though teal colored, blazed bright.
Fyodor jut his chest out, lifted his head, and his tail, save for the one that covered his left leg, and declared triumphantly, “Welcome, I’m-I’m… my name is Fyodor.” He smiled, proud of himself. And his pride made him seem fit for Consul. Being a wolf of few words, Fyodor said no more after that. He expected the other wolf to simply introduce himself as well.
Was that not the proper thing?
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Post by vance on Feb 7, 2010 10:10:36 GMT -5
Standing in front of me was a wolf that called himself Fyodor. I watched him walk, seeing that he stepped strangely with his back-left paw, and shielded it with one of his tails. I smiled at him, realizing he meant no harm.
"Sorry about that mate, didn't mean to ruffle up the local feathered prey. My thick Australian accent seemed out of place talking to a wolf like Fyodor, one that walks and talks like a scholar. "Just me playing around on this beautiful spring mornin. The name's Lycix, just an adrenaline junkie with the world as his oyster. Nice to meet ya.
I thought about the caliber of a wolf that seemed so smart. Now me, i don't think too often, but I do know that ya always wanna get in with the smart wolves, cuz they're the ones who get made leaders of packs. So I decided to through in something to make me self look a bit smarter. "Hey, have you ever thought about if something you see gets seen by other wolves? Like, a chain of wolves all connected to that one thing. It's kinda cool to think about, ya know what I mean?" I smiled at Fyodor, showing I ment no harm.
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Post by Fyodor on Feb 9, 2010 19:37:44 GMT -5
Fyodor tilted his head slightly. This wolf talked funny. It just sounded exotic to his ears. However, he was a good listener due to the trouble he had with speaking and had a relatively easy time understanding. He wasn’t an idiot, but the Consul really had to focus on the foreign sound of the Aussie’s words. It seemed that social niceties rang through despite the slight dialect difference; that made Fyodor feel just a tad happier—and he was feeling high.
High on life, nothing more. It just seemed that everything was going swell for him. Just as long as he kept up this clear-headed, stoic façade, he could probably reel this wolf into his pack. The leader Fyodor—also known as Lye—simply nodded to this Lycix. He threw a question back at the wolf, slightly sing-songy to hide his stammer, “Have you ever wondered if y-you could have a, have a sense of self without others? I think we need to know that what we s-see… see gets seen by others. If not, then what’s to say that we’ve seen it?” He knew he probably sounded foolish, but that didn’t stop him. He was on cloud-nine. And besides, it was better to have his voice heard.
His rhythm tripped then, and he stuttered and stumbled over words, “B-b-but you… you… J-just…” He couldn’t pick up now that he faltered and he mentally paced around this block, just trying to find an opening. The crippled leader smiled and then said, back into his half-sung speech, “Do you wish for connection with other wolves? I run a pack, more of a republic, really, yes.” He sat down, to show this other wolf that, despite his higher rank (for all packed wolves ranked higher than loners), he was not intending to harm the other.
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Post by vance on Feb 10, 2010 7:20:21 GMT -5
Have you ever wondered if y-you could have a, have a sense of self without others? I think we need to know that what we s-see… see gets seen by others. If not, then what’s to say that we’ve seen it?” Hmmmmm....... he had a good point. I could learn to like this guy. “B-b-but you… you… J-just…Do you wish for connection with other wolves? I run a pack, more of a republic, really, yes.”
This wolf obviously had a stutter. But what worried me was that he was trying to hide it as much as he was. And he was hiding his back left paw, which was also troubling. When he lay down, I walked around him, circling him slowly. I looked at the hidden paw, and saw that it was smaller than the rest, like it was a puppy's paw. When I got back around to in front, I responded to his question. "Sure, I'd love to join a pack, or republic, but I have to ask one question, mate. Your hiding your back leg's handicap, and your speech is stuttered. Why are you hiding it?"
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Post by Fyodor on Feb 10, 2010 10:13:49 GMT -5
Fyodor’s tail momentarily split from his side, but he brought it close again. However, it seemed that the other wolf had caught it. Because right when he brought it against his body, the wolf crossed in front of him as he circled round. The Leader grew very nervous, but maintained a good and professional appearance.
His tufted ears, despite how much they wanted to lay flat against his skull in fearfulness, were forced raised to give him a sense of confidence. His forepaws were in front of him, but by the way they dug in the soil, he was ready to stand up at first offense. Fyodor smiled when the wolf said that he would love to join the Romneya Republic, but the question rolled out of Lycix’s mouth. It wasn’t a hard question, but it forced Fyodor on his feet. He felt just a little attacked and, with his handicap, it might just be safer to be standing. At least it would make him feel more at ease. And really, that was all that mattered.
He shut his eyes for a moment, Fyodor did, and he thought in his head, the easiest way to reply. When one has a speech impediment and one was a smart wolf, it was wholly easier to try to say something in as little words as possible because it just was. Fyodor finally said, after a deep breath, to calm his nerves, “I’m not proud… of them.” He smiled when he managed not to stutter.
He didn’t want pity. That was the last thing he wanted, but he felt that this wolf wasn’t going to be one of those hideous wolves who thought that, just because he stuttered and had a small leg, he was slow in the head. He shuddered when he thought of that encounter with the hybrid that treated him like a pup. Fyodor thought it was important to add, “A-and more too of…ten… often, wolves stop treating me as a w-w-wolf.” He gave a momentary frown, a sad together of his eyebrows and a glance away. But it was only for a moment. It was replaced by a grin and a valid attempt of the Aussie’s accent that did manage to hide his stutter just a bit, “You d-don’t seem the sort to knock back a bloke like me, mate.”
And Fyodor started a few steps towards his territory. He gave a gesture, beckoning with a nudge of his head and then a smile. He said nothing else. It was obvious what he wanted. He wanted the wolf to follow.
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