Adjusting [Magi/Open]

[ISEALDYR !]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/2s01vnm.jpg] Isealdyr had been with the alliance for some time now, unknown to her how close she was in fact to her mother. She wasn't being held against her will, she had merely clung onto the female, Magispar and refused to let go. Wandering around aimlessly meant her death. She had begun the slow acceptance of her new species. She still didn't understand it, and she wasn't sure if the adults around her had the knowledge of it either. But at least she and Aowyn were still together. Both the wolf and her daemon had grown bigger, Isy shedding her soft puppy down for a thicker adult pelt. Her pristine white pelt had no semblance to her pup pelt, which was thick with greys and blacks. Her nose had begun to lighten, turning a pinky colour. Aowyn had changed too. Her downy feathers were replaced with sleeker, smoother feathers. She was a strong swimmer and was getting quite proficient at catching them fish for breakfast. Neither of the two looked similar to what they had months ago. Isealdyr had left the den spot, wandering to the meadow. The poppies brought her solace. Aowyn was chirping happily, bounding and knocking into the poppies, her flippers flapping at her sides as she tried to grab them. After a few tries she resorted to using her beak, grasping a poppy by the stem and plucking it off. Isealdyr was lost in her own thoughts when Aowyn chirped happily, coming to her side and nudging her, extending the flower. The young female turned her head and looked at Aowyn, a bit startled, but then her maw broke into a smile and she gingerly took the flower from her daemon. "Thank you, Aowyn," she sent her thoughts to the penguin. Communicating telepathically was their preferred method, even though Aowyn could speak to other wolves. She did every now and then, but mostly just to Isy. She held the flower in her mouth as they kept walking, her brows furrowed slightly. "Do... do you ever think about home?" Her thoughts rang silent between the two and Aowyn stared at her with her black eyes. "Nevermind then," she huffed, narrowing her eyes slightly. Isealdyr turned, discarding the poppy to the ground, leaving a bewildered and hurt Aowyn by herself. She stormed a few metres away, and flopped her ivory body to the ground, belly finding the cold earth beneath her. Her tail curled around her body and she laid her head on her paws. Isealdyr stayed like this for at least ten minutes before she heard the waddling of feet behind her. She sighed, closing her eyes and laying her ears back. The penguin came around to the front of her, dropping the discarded poppy at her feet, looking down at the ground in front of Isealdyr. "I sorry," she murmured, looking downtrodden. xxx

[magispar]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/56Mq.jpeg] Magispar happened across Isealdyr and Aowyn at a good time for the dark wolf; she had just spent a happy hour messing around with light and chasing after small prey. She hadn't caught anything, mostly because she hadn't been concentrating. The pack had enough food, it was high summer, Magispar was content with life. Isealdyr had a strange ability to darken Magi's thoughts. She liked the little wolf, but she was.... strange; Magi had never been able to figure out Myou, though tried not to hold their species against them, enlightened as she was to the fact that all wolves were equal. But Isealdyr wasn't even a Myou. Magi had no idea what she was. She'd heard of Daja in songs and stories, but she wasn't going to make any assumptions. And even if she turned out to be right and Isy became less mysterious to her- the connection that the wolf had with Aowyn would always make Magispar feel slightly excluded. In a way, she wished she herself could be a Myou or Daja, feel that close to somebody. But of course that would never happen; and after all, the light lupus had her pack. She was content... She shook her head at her thoughts. Isealdyr only made her think these thoughts because Magi chose to think such thoughts around her; she was being stupid. Dispelling all this, she trotted up to the wolf and penguin. "Hey, Isy," she said. "Hey, Aowyn." She didn't think the penguin would respond; the bird mostly spoke only to Isy. However, Magi greeted her for the sake of being polite. She caught sight of a faintly squashed poppy lying between the two and guessed she might have come at a bad moment. The wolf hovered slightly; she had found Isealdyr and believed it her duty to take her in and care for her, seeing as all wolves were equal, and wanted to check that she was OK. Even so, it might still be a bad moment. Magi was unsure, and shifted slightly, irritated at herself. Where had her confidence and ease with other wolves gone recently?

[wonderwhywolfs]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/5Uo1.jpeg][scrolly:h(284),w(500),sy] OOC; If i may join... Cyra was wondering the territory of the Phillia Alliance deep in thought. It was one of those days where she was feeling like being alone and thinking, the earth and grass around comforting her and swaying at her paws with every step. She soon came across a meadow of poppies. She watched in contempt as she made one grow a foot higher and larger. Cyra had been practicing using her affinity for earth lately and making flowers grow larger and greener were one of those things that now came easily. Not long after, a familiar scent came to her nose carried by the breeze. The scent of Magispar, the guide from the Alliance is what Cyra recognized first. Seconds after a new scent floated by her nose. She didn't recognize the scent of the individual, but it carried the scent of the Alliance. She walked on, the poppies parting at her paws, and it wasn’t long before the two others came into sight. She stayed at a distance and observed. One of the wolves was of course Magispar. A lupus like herself, but with the affinity for light instead. However, she did not recognize the other. Cyra didn't even think she had seen the same species before. She cocked her head it curiosity. A myou maybe? She thought. It was then she noticed, beside the other one, that there was a penguin standing beside her. The two seemed to be connected somehow. Cyra couldn’t place where that thought had come from, but it just seemed as though it was correct. Once again curiosity got the best of her. Cyra decided that no harm could come from walking over to meet new member of her pack. And besides, if she was not wanted, she would simply walk on the way she was going and go back to thinking. She approached the two others, and to let them know of her presence, as soon as she was in ear-shot she said, “Hello Magispar,” Cyra turned to the other, nodded, and with a warm greeting smile continued, “And hello. I do not believe we have met before. My name is Cyra and I’m a member of the Phillia Alliance too; a hunter. I don't mean to intrude on anything and I hope I am not doing so. I just happened to be coming this way. If I may ask, what Is your name?” Cyra looked again at the new one, her curiosity still very much lingering inside, though she tried not to show it. She wanted to make a new friend, however, she wouldn’t mind if she got some answers on this species of wolf she had never seen before aswell. [/scrolly]