weathering the storm || Fenris

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] Restlessness filled her, settled into her bones. She couldn't stay still, couldn't sleep, couldn't think. Everything she did felt like it was accompanied by a twitch of some sort, and she couldn't seem to find the cause. The air was crisp, cold against her face as she walked out of her territory, making her way to the mountains. She sprinted through the pass, not wanting to get stuck there due to a storm or some other freak accident, and made her way to the lake. It was getting dark by the time she got there, but that somehow made it more beautiful. Hopefully, Malady wouldn't be too angry with her for straying; she hadn't meant to wander so far, or tire herself out quite so much. She was panting as she lay down by the lake, her ears perked as she listened for others. It got darker. Laya knew she was small enough that, if anyone attacked, she would be in trouble, yet she stayed where she was. Maybe someone would come, maybe nobody would come, but it felt right to stay here. A cold breeze teased her fur and she shivered, wishing she had more fat on her. Sadly, the life of a loner was not full of food, and with so few wolves in her pack, her life had not changed significantly in that regard. Malady tried to care for her, she could tell, and she did appreciate that; the female was certainly not used to others wanting to take care of her. Those thoughts were pushed out of her mind, however, when she looked around and realized how dark it had gotten. That was bad; she didn't know this area and she had nowhere to hide during the night to keep herself safe and, more importantly, warm. "Shit." The word was muttered quietly to herself, a small puff of air quickly whisked away by the wind that seemed to keep picking up around her. Still, it felt wrong to move; the feeling didn't change when the first snowflake landed upon her nose. The brown wolf continued shivering, obviously cold now that she had stopped moving, but did not rise; something was going to happen here. The feeling of restlessness had eased, replaced now with a calm, patient feeling of soon. Something would happen here, then; she just had to wait and see. Truthfully, there was no magic in these feelings, no premonition whatseoever. Laya simply believed in following them, especially when the alternative was lying around uselessly. Her fur was thick enough, but even then she could feel the cold. It wasn't as bad as it had been in previous years, but she still didn't like it much. She would much rather have been curled up with Malady, asleep in a den or something, than sitting here and waiting for something to happen besides her freezing to death, at least as far as the temperature was concerned. Still, she didn't get up or try to go back to her lands; it would have been useless anyway, if there was a storm ready to shower down those awful white flakes. The pass would be blocked, and Laya really did not feel like making her way around the mountains right now; she was still tired from getting here in the first place. So, she waited. It probably wasn't clear to an outsider if she was frozen in place or simply stupid; she curled up, tucked her tail over her face, and waited. Her perked ears kept tabs on everything around her, so she shouldn't have been surprised by anybody, but even those pulled back eventually, leaving her wrapped around herself in a small cocoon of warmth. to;; Fenris. muse;; Decent. thoughts;; Laya was being sleepy, apparently. -pats her- words;; 630

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/fenristablemid.png] x. The weather seemed to be taunting him, whispering into his tattered ear. It urged his thoughts to take a more gloomy turn, making visions of his poor sister and demented mother file in. He was out walking, rebelling against the storm. It was starting to get cold, but his thick fur managed to keep out the chill. He had thought this place as abandoned, as there were no others in sight. Scents were stale, or gone completely in places. The sky was alternating toward opaque clouds and the air reeked of a coming tempest. But Fenris was glad almost; maybe he could be struck by lightening. Suicide was too sociopathic, but dying a natural death was perfectly normal by all means. A grim smile appeared on his face at the thought. He really didn't have much to live for. The phrase, "Get a life" was amazingly suited for a wolf like him. x. The edge of the lake could be seen from his eye's angle. It was still near the shore, and then it started to turmoil slightly a few yards farther out. The surface was tinged gray, and no-one would be able to see what lurked underneath. The brute turned away and recalled the past month. He had wandered along all the pack borders, half-heartedly hoping for an alpha to come along and annihilate him for almost trespassing. But something like that was too sweet to be true. That stomach of his had been painfully ignored, as he didn't bother to eat, much less hunt. Winter was his favourite season. It made him numb inside and usually gave him a few moments of comfort whenever he was so close to frostbite, he forgot his childhood. Thinking on that, he was unaware of his surroundings and stupidly slammed into a pine. Growling, he attacked it, biting off needles and scoring several teeth marks on the bark. Hackles raised, Fenris walloped his body against the trunk, resulting in the tree showering snow all over his head. The freezing burn brought him back to reality. x. He gave a good dog-shake. White specks flew around him as he stumbled through the haze and kept striding along the lakeside. He remembered bitterly about how fun he had thought snow was when he was almost one. Pier was smaller than he and always lost in their ambushing games. But her temperament was near immaculate, as she never complained and let her brother use her as a pouncing dummy. He began to tremble at the memory, and ran full speed into the forest as an attempt to rid himself of Pier's ghostly gray eyes. They were branded into the back of his eyelids. He didn't blink, and soon his optics were on fire, tears steaming down his furry cheeks. x. He was now in an unknown part of the forest because for the last week, he had always been near the water, so Fenris was a stranger to these parts. Then his brain went into lockdown mode due to the reason that he had heard another wolf nearby. It was female, and the word Malady kept coming up. Or was it a name? "Crap, crap, crap," he muttered, and began to back away. The thoughts dimmed, and he guessed she was settling down to sleep. He wondered who in their right minds would snooze off in this piss climate. He was terrified, more scared than he had been in the entire last year. Since no civilization had met him for a long time (or more like he hadn't met civilization), there was no saying what would happen if both of them met. Clumsily, he kept moving away, whimpering ever so slightly. He looked like a sissy, but how would you have taken it? Please don't wake. Please. he begged. After a while, he calmed a little. He hadn't moved much; his paw steps had been dainty and small. Maybe he could get out of this.Then his luck just had to get worse. x. Not watching where he had been planting his feet, Fenris tumbled head over heels into a large snowdrift. It was actually part snow/part ice, but that definitely didn't make things any better. It had been a loud crash, with the chunks of frozen water cracking vehemently. The femme had heard for sure. A particularly cold piece of the pile pressed against his belly, and made him yelp out in pain. An escape wasn't possible either, as the snow packed tight, pressing him in. If you happened to go by, he would have looked like an immense ivory ball with a head hanging out the front. x. The poor brute was terribly cold and could already imagine the she-wolf padding over to ivestigate. He actually wasn't that sure what is was he was afraid of. Communicating? It was worse enough she was a girl since it only made Pier spring back to his brain. Soldered, frigorific, and petrified with fear, he had no choice but to wait. ------------ ♠ OOC: I never stated Pier's color in his bio, so how about she looks really like Laya? That would be a big blow for him. XD Also, I haven't RPed in like, forever, so the post's crappy. ♠ WORDS: 854 ♠ MUSE: Normal, but my brain wasn't that into it.

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] Though sleep might have come easily to another wolf in her position, it did not greet Laya. This was fortunate, of course, since she could only keep herself warm with her own body's heat for so long; she wasn't very big, and the ease with which she could find herself freezing to death was enough to keep her awake. The cold was slowly but surely seeping into her body; she would need to find warmth soon. Fortunately for her, soon was not far away; it wasn't long before she heard a crunch somewhere not too far from where she lay curled up, loud enough that she heard it without trying and still managed to jump. What the hell was that? Probably just some ice falling down, but it was so loud... what could have made that sound? Am I in danger? I'm cold, is that a problem? No, not yet. I've got time. That sound, where did it come from? Laya's head slowly turned, her ears working to find some sound that might lead her to a location she was slowly coming up with in her mind. Her gaze finally rested on an innocent looking patch of forest, and the female started to move. There was a yip, and her fur bristled as she increased her pace, wondering if the stranger - obviously a wolf, by the sounds of it - was hurt. Her paws moved quickly as she passed over the frigid ground, her small frame drawing ever closer to what seemed to be a simple pile of snow. It didn't look like much, but she knew better than to judge things on looks alone; she herself was such a small little thing, yet she could bring a male to his knees if she played her cards right. Not that she necessarily would, of course; it was merely an option. Malady will skin me for this, I'm sure; I can't see him approving of me wandering off like this... it was an idle thought, obviously something she wouldn't say out loud; her tone, even in her mind, showed a care for the male that she simply couldn't seem to manage when it came to using her voice. Her tail was raised and her ears were perked high; she was nervous, and her default display was one of dominance. It wasn't a subtle thing, but she really wasn't very intimidating, for all of her posturing. Truly, she had a dominant personality, and she would find a way to come out on top of whatever this turned out to be, but she wasn't flashing teeth or snarling. Laya was simply letting her body send a signal to anyone who saw her that she probably wasn't a wolf to be reckoned with; physically, she had no reason to flaunt herself as she was doing, and that meant there was some other reason for her to do so. It was like animals' coloring; it warned predators that what might be viewed as prey was more dangerous than it seemed. Finally, the female came around the pile and saw a sight that had an amused, almost warm light flickering in her eyes. The wolf she was so scared of, who had gotten her fur all ruffled up by startling her, was stuck in a snowdrift! Truly, Laya was amazed that she calmed herself enough not to laugh in this poor stranger's face. It wasn't a miracle or anything; she had a lifetime of practice in hiding her feelings, but it was quite a funny picture that greeted her eyes. "Hello, there..." she started gently, her tail giving a friendly wag. He couldn't get out, by the looks of it, so she was safe. Safe meant that she didn't have to try to act tough or intimidating or try to worm her way into someone's mind to get things to go the way she wanted. Safe meant that she could relax and simply talk. Her ears were pricked forward, listening for anything he might say, rather than trying to make her seem bigger than she was. Her tail was up still, but it was wagging; she really didn't look at all threatening, though she probably hadn't before either. The male didn't likely enjoy himself in that snow pile, if his yip was any indication. He was a big thing, too, so it would be hard for him to get out on his own; he'd likely gotten pretty well stuck when he'd gotten himself wedged in there. Laya moved herself closer to his side, her actions slow and careful, but clearly not ill in intent. Maybe I can dig him out of there... That looks really cold... Her mind felt foggier as the temperature dropped; it was getting colder every moment as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. Bracing herself, the female began digging out snow from where she thought his side might be, hoping to help him free himself. He might turn and attack, but she wasn't getting that vibe from him, and she certainly didn't want a stranger to freeze to death on her watch. "So... I'm Laya," she managed almost offhandedly, between pants, "Who're you?" to;; Fenris. muse;; Alright. thoughts;; Ehh, my brain's kind of dead right now. Sorry it took so long. words;; 892

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/fenristablemid.png] It was 99.9% likely that Fenris could have had a heart attack. x. He had been in the drift for only a very short while when he had heard the femme want to go over to him. It was stupid, but he had tried to burrow deeper into the snow. When it came to meeting others, his entire being became cowardly. There was nothing the brute could do as she came walking closer and closer, the distance between them covered by quick strides. The great glowing ball of fire was nearing the horizon, and his teeth started to chatter violently. There was also a warm, wet feeling on his stomach accompanied by a growing sting. He was smart enough to make the assumption that the ice may have been sharp, and the old wound at his belly might have been opened up again. Great. Now not only was he stuck, unable to fight or move, but he was hurt as well. What had he ever done to deserve this degree of 'devil's own luck'? He was a sitting duck for whoever came along. He hoped that she wasn't a serial killer, but wishing hadn't ever done any good for him. x. The wind was blowing around his fur at a high speed, sending jagged spurs of iciness into his poor lungs whenever he took a breath. Frostbite was lingering on the verge of attack, threatening to evade his paws and legs. And he was feeling light in the head, as his injury was taking its toll on his consciousness. The shadows were forming mysterious forms, and he knew he was beginning to hallucinate. Not good. Blinking hard, Fenris feebly shook his cranium in an attempt to clear the mist settling in. It was mere seconds before his neighbor would arrive. There was no point in staying apprised. Then she was suddenly standing in front of him. x. The first thing that registered in his brain was that his sister had come back to bring him into the afterlife with her. She was right there. Her small, delicate frame hadn't changed. The tan and brown fur was looking lustrous, the ears perked with an emotion he couldn't exactly tell. Even her tail was wagging slightly. His shock lasted for a few seconds on end. It felt like someone was stabbing him in every place possible with a fresh icicle, dipping him in acid, and setting a herd of raged bulls stampeding over his body. Surprisingly, fate chose just that moment to give him a brief flashback. ♠ ♠ x. Pier and him were pouncing on leaves in autumn. The air was slightly chilly, but the vigorous exercise kept both of them warm. He had fallen into a rather large pile of crispy leaves with a whine. She had giggled and dragged him with a lot of enthusiasm out. "Dummy! You fell into leaves. Be careful some more! I don't want big brother get hurt." His heart had swelled with love. Whatever happened, Pier always got him back on his feet. With mother off brutally killing some squirrel, they were as happy as they could be. That night was comfortable, both of them curled around each together sharing body heat. Their synchronized, soft snores echoed off the stone walls of the cave den. Soft, cloudy breath wafted into the air, quickly dissipating. He was content and with the only wolf he cared for, alive as ever. ♠ ♠ x. With a large gasp, he was back in the harsh coldness of winter. The one who he thought was Pier was helping him out of the drift. He was too delusional and didn't see the tiny details that proved this was not his dead sibling. The gold, not gray, eyes. The black specks on the back. The light paws. He couldn't hear her mind either, not with the pounding in his eardrum. He was desperately thinking that she had come to make him hurt, to let him feel the pain of his heart ripping apart one more time. When she said her name was Laya, and asked the short question that followed, Fenris was totally deaf to her words. The smile on her lips made him crack. "You weren't supposed die! Should been me! Not you! Why come back? YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DIE!" he howled in her face. He looked the exact of a madman. The crazed light in his green eyes and the wild shaking. Nothing mattered anymore. Except the fact Pier was there, the news of her murder fresh in his head, all the images of her blood and carcass flashing at a mile a minute through his thoughts. He couldn't take it anymore. The agony and torment had stripped away all his strength. "Pier...." he whispered before the world blacked out. ------------ ♠ OOC: Sorry for being late. This was rather enjoyable. Also, his and Pier's talking style aren't a typo. I apologize for the apparent lameness. I was pressed for time. ♠ WORDS: 784 ♠ MUSE: good enough with the lead you gave me.

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] He didn't exactly look happy to see her. If anything, the male looked as if she'd thrown cold water over him, instead of trying to help. It didn't even seem like he was truly aware of what was going on, since she managed to dig a good-sized hole around him before he even moved; yet, when he did move, it startled her into taking a step back. This stranger was big enough that she was nervous around him; even if he didn't mean to, he wouldn't have much trouble hurting the much smaller female. He was yelling. Laya was familiar with the spectrum of emotions, used to twisting them and using them for her own gain. Yet, this was different; this was pain, stripped of the prettiness and false expressions that she was used to seeing. Her heart ached for him, though she had no idea what had happened to cause that hurt in the stranger before her. His words didn't quite make sense at first, so she had to think about them for a moment, her expression one of sadness. Someone had died, then, and apparently that someone looked like her. Her ears swiveled back on her head and her head hung a bit lower as her tail hung limp between her legs; despite everything she had been through, Laya had no idea how to handle this. "Hey, big guy... I'm not who you think I am. I'm Laya. Laya..." She could have whined, she was so badly thrown by all of this. Her small frame trembled slightly, with cold and anxiety in approximately equal measures. Pier... the word was all he said before the larger creature was unconscious. Maybe it was a name, then? It would make sense; whom else would he summon that way? Her mind turned that over, though she felt so sluggish with cold that it was getting hard to think. One thing she did not have to consider, however, was that he needed to be out of the snow as soon as she could manage it; it was in his fur, and the wind certainly wasn't helping him stay warm. Taking a breath, she tried to calm herself. Rationality slowly made itself known once again and she started thinking more like an Alpha and less like a startled pup. She returned to digging through the frozen moisture, flinging globs of snow behind her as she uncovered the relatively huge male before her. He needed to get out of that snow and he needed to get warm; since she didn't know how to harness fire, she figured she should get him somewhere relatively sheltered. The warmth would come from her own body, since she had no other source of heat in that moment; hopefully her companion wouldn't object to that too much. Getting him awake was also important, given that she couldn't possibly move him on her own. If only Malady were here... she thought, panting as she shifted her position to clear off another part of the stranger's unconscious body. Since she'd freed enough of him out of the snow that he should be able to get out on his own, Laya nudged his cold side with her nose, "Hey, wake up..." She didn't know if it would work, but it was definitely worth a try; others tended to listen to her when they were conscious, so why not see if it worked when they were asleep? She had to keep trying to get him up, though; it was far too cold to be damp in this weather. to;; Fenris. muse;; Not as great as before. thoughts;; This isn't a very good post D: My brain kinda stopped wanting to help me with it halfway through >< words;; 610

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/fenristablemid.png] x. He was dreaming. Everything his irises caught were soft, shadowy and crystalline. Nothing was staying still. The figures were so wispy, it felt like they could blow away with one of his breaths. Velvet voices bounced around off imaginary walls, sending back faint echos. He was walking about a dim forest and the trees melted together, then fell back into singular structures again. In his dream mind, he could hear someone snarl at him. "Idiot! What's wrong with you?" He winced, a little hurt by the nasty remark. But he was used to it. More comments about his stupidity came into his thoughts. Whining, he started to run. The pines on either side of him never dispersed. He caught visions of some wolves as he ran through his peripherals, but they vanished as he passed them. The words got more frequent as he kept trying to escape. Then he heard a female talk. It was different from the other thoughts, because it wasn't a thought. "Hey, wake up...." An uncomfortable tug on his brain followed, as if she was trying to pull him out of this world. Despite his hatred toward the forest, he fought against the jerk to no prevail. Finally, it yanked him up into the air. The universe flickered and disappeared. x. Fenris's eyelids snapped open. His sight was wobbly, and it was hard trying to get things into focus. The moon shook in confusing circles and the treetops swirled around. They seemed to become still after a few dizzy moments. The first thing he was aware of was a warm body beside him. He turned his head slowly, though he sort of already guessed who it was already. Pier was nudging his fur, appearing worried. Not caring for the pain in his underside, he jumped up. Sniffing carefully at his sister, he tried not to be as frightening as he might have been before. He didn't understand her much. She wasn't thinking like herself at all, mentioning names he didn't know. After a bit of listening, he got out a quite funny story. She seemed to assume that she was a wolf called Laya, and that he had mistaken her for Pier. Fenris was considering this. It couldn't be true. It had to be his sibling's spirit....right? He stumbled back. The scent was completely off. Oh no. It certainly was a stranger, and his beloved family member was not visiting him. x. He felt a pang, but that was stupid. He knew she was dead, and her ghost being or not being there couldn't change that. After that, he was aware of a burn in his cheeks. She had probably been startled at his crazy outburst. Looking down, he inched a little farther from Pier. No, Laya. "Thought you were sister. Sorry for yelling you. Was careless. Thanks helping me," he mumbled, then coughed. It was a litte hard to understand what he had said. The cold had caused him to break in between, then the rest was hardly coherent from the chattering of his teeth. She had been kind, digging him out, not leaving him to freeze to death. It was a bad thing as well, as now he had a debt to pay. Fenris was capable of feeling gratitude, so a small spark ignited inside him. Something that had been extinguished for quite a while. He raised his head, and looked her in the eye. Pulling up his lips at the corners, and perking his ears just a little, he managed a measly smile. But for anyone who truly knew him, it was an enormous accomplishment. x. Examining the femme carefully, he realized his mistakes. Pier hadn't had those faintly-colored paws, or the slight sprinkle of black on the spinal area. And the eyes were the largest difference of all. Both girls were pretty however, with their petite bodies and beautiful fur. It still ached to look at her, and he avoided her frame. He was in control of his mind more or less, but he couldn't trust himself not to go insane on her yet again. Then she would run away thinking he was demented, like all the others. ------------ ♠ OOC: Um, it's not very good. -shakes head- ♠ WORDS: 694 ♠ MUSE: Bad. I felt horrible today!

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] If she had truly been scared of him, she would have left. There was no way she would put herself in danger if she thought that the male in front of her was going to hurt her too badly. Still, she couldn't deny that there was a rush of nervousness when he opened his eyes, though it only settled after he had jumped up and started sniffing her. Sniffing didn't bother Laya; it meant that he wasn't eating her, at least. When he moved away from her, her ears went back a bit. She wasn't angry, just a bit nervous now. What was he going to do now? Apparently the answer to that was laying down, but his words made enough sense that she gave him an understanding smile, "It's okay, big guy. I can't imagine how big of a shock that must have been..." Truly, she could; if she saw her father again... Somehow, Laya doubted that this stranger's sister wanted him dead, but it wasn't really her place to guess and she left it alone. "It's no problem, really. I was in the area anyway." Why she was there wasn't even clear to her, so expecting him to believe her probably wasn't the smartest idea, but it was true and maybe he would believe it anyway. His smile, despite his cold, told her a lot about the male before her. First off, it told her that he didn't do it often; something about the way that his muscles moved to make the expression seemed almost rusty, unused. That small observation made the expression even more important to her. Her tail gave a few cautious wags, and her expression remained soft. She wasn't overly worried about this male, but something about him made all of those instincts that should have been turned towards pups focus on the large stranger beside her. Laya felt that pull of mine that she had only experienced when she first got to know Malady. It wasn't a possessive thing, really, but simply one of those times when someone fit. It wasn't as if she wanted to own him or anything; that wasn't right, regardless of what role she was playing. Still, she wanted to protect this stranger somehow, "What's your name?" Her voice was gentle, though; she certainly wasn't demanding anything from him. The snow continued falling, white flecks fluttering down from the soft, grey sky. Her coat was speckled with them, and every so often one of her ears would twitch to dislodge a stray flake as it landed in just the right place to make her cold. The wolf before her was suited for this weather; his coat was light, and he blended in with the snow. He was, overall, much larger than her small frame, and that gave him an advantage in this cold; her fur was thick, sure, but she was small and light, so she had less fat to insulate her from the freezing temperatures. Not that he was fat, of course, since he wasn't; he was just bigger than Laya... by a lot. The femme probably should have been nervous about that, but she really wasn't; she couldn't take him in a fight, but she was smarter than a lot of wolves, and even if that didn't help, she still had ways of getting out of sticky situations. Why was he so afraid of her? She didn't really care. No, that wasn't right; she did care, but it wasn't really her concern right now. If he told her, he told her, but otherwise she wasn't going to prod. Being curious and hoarding knowledge were separate from being nosey, and Laya was well aware of the distinction. Since she'd tossed the ball into his court, she simply settled down to wait for his next move. Laya wasn't uncomfortable with the quiet, though she didn't love the cold; she simply waited, letting him take whatever time he needed. to;; Fenris muse;; Alright thoughts;; This came out too short. I'm getting rusty :c words;; 687

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/fenristablemid.png] x. This female reminded him so much of Pier. It wasn't so much her looks as the personality. Soft-spoken, kind and eager to help. A small, salty drop slid down his face and splashed onto the snow. There was the slightest sizzle as it left a little hole there and disintegrated. Blinking, he tried to prevent another tear from slipping out, as it just might lead to the gates breaking open and resulting in a flood. He began to wonder whether his sister would have grown bigger than her look-alike, or stayed at the same small size, just for something to do. He immediately felt bad at thinking that. The old feeling of guilt burned away at his hollow heart, turning the edges to crisps. He knew how mean comments felt, and bringing that hurtful world of dislike to the femme wasn't allowed in his book. It was probably dumb, but she seemed a little frail, like a pup. It was as if the tiniest growl could shatter her, as if her body was formed of delicate, breakable crystal. He sure hoped that she couldn't hear others's minds as he could. x. Then her words registered in his brain. It was a tad confusing, as his ability to understand speech was very limited. After a bit of hard analyzing, he got out this. She accepted his thanks, forgave his outburst, and wanted to know his name. Name. What wolves call you. he racked his brain for an answer. His mother wasn't ever sane enough to title her children. He knew his sibling was called Pier, since they got tired of saying "Hey you" in games. They had named themselves using gibberish. But what had he given himself? F..Fen....Fenris! That was it. He had thought it to sound noble and reasonably normal. If anyone had heard it, they could have assumed his life was like any other wolf's. "I Fenris. You Laya?" he ended with a question. He was pretty sure that was her epithet, but he asked for good measure. She should be pretty much satisfied with his answer. Would she be offended at his curiosity however? Communicating was definitely not second-nature to him, as it was with someone like his sister. x. The brute was aware of a feathery warmth within his frame. No, it couldn't be. That very sensuality had been banned from him the day Pier was lost to the universe. There was a name for it, and it meant almost the world to him. Passion. It was a less strong way of saying the 'L' word. He felt for this she-wolf. Reached out to her, wanted the feeling to be mutual. Too bad it would never be. Fenris was almost absolutely certain of this. Whoever 'Malady' was, that was where her heart belonged. He didn't care much about that aspect though. Cocking his head, he could see her coat was much thinner than hers. The concern showed in his expression. He wished she couldn't see how the desperation was exposed fully, his eyes an open book. "Cold? You get warm. For....Malady." he said with a slight grin. It was so rash, so bold. And awfully stupid. There was a chance it could work to get her to shelter however. The most likely thing to happen was for her to run away. x. The biggest reason of this remark was his anger. Directed straight at Malady. Less straight at Laya, for making this thing happen to him. One more way for him to relive Pier's accident. But it couldn't be helped. It had just happened. Maybe it was her charm, the resemblance to the only one he was certain to have loved. The resentment quickly died out. He had never been one to stay angry. Shame overtook and he turned his green eyes away, to escape what he had done. Backing up, his gaze stayed always on the ground. The snow, and the shadows reflected on it by the trees. He was forever tainted. ------------ ♠ OOC: your quality is awesome though. xD (unlike mine. being humble here) man, this was SO corny. ♠ WORDS: 681 ♠ MUSE: meh, average.

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] Wasn't he a big fella? It was one of those things that, once noticed, it was incredibly hard to overlook. Laya ignored his tears because she wasn't sure what to do to help; he was clearly dealing with something bigger than she knew how to fix. He seemed so sad, guilty even, but she didn't know what she could possibly do or say to ease that burden; she didn't even know what the burden was. Still, she had to do something. Nobody deserved to live with that hurt, as she knew all too well. His words were slow in coming, but she didn't judge him on that. Perhaps his mind didn't work as quickly as hers; what did it matter? The creature before her was cold and upset, so there was no reason for her to rush him, especially since she didn't have anywhere else to be. He would speak when he wanted, and it wasn't her place to demand otherwise. "Yes, I'm Laya. You're Fenris? That's a nice name." She kept her sentences short out of respect for him; Laya didn't want to make the male uncomfortable speaking with her, especially since he was actually rather interesting. Fenris, as she assumed his name was, gave her the impression that he hadn't been blessed with an overabundance of brains; yet, that was actually what seemed to draw her to him. It didn't seem like he was hiding anything from her; it was incredibly refreshing. There were no games here, from what she could see, and no reason for her to assume he was playing her. This male was simple, yet weren't life's simple pleasures also the sweetest? The femme's golden eyes shifted to his face, taking in his expression. He was concerned for her? Why would he be? She wouldn't have been concerned for herself, were she in his place, so why would he care? More importantly, she paused in her confusion to note, what was that other expression? Her mind didn't have time to turn that one over, however, since he spoke again, leaving her silent as she tried to process what she had just heard. Never once had she said Malady's name out loud, so how would he know? Laya wasn't well versed in the ways of magic; she hadn't even realized that it was the source of her own gifts of healing and compulsion. She simply thought she was a quick healer and that others listened because they respected her or... something. So it wasn't the first explanation she came up with, but as she slowly went back over her time in his presence, Laya couldn't think of a single time when she might have uttered the dark male's name. You can read my mind..? It was a childish thought, yet she felt it was worth it in case it proved to be true. She was cold, but she wouldn't admit it, especially not now. Yet, something about the way he spoke made her want to humor him, and if she got warm then wouldn't he have to as well? By the time her head had stopped its attempt at spinning, he was looking, and more importantly moving, away. The first thing Laya did was whine; she didn't want the big male to leave. She had been waiting, for him if her feeling was right, and the thought of him going away before she understood what had brought her here was an unpleasant one at best. "What's wrong..?" Her voice sounded almost lost, though it wasn't intentional. She hoped he would stay, and maybe tell her what was on his mind. Laya didn't have that ability, and she didn't think she would truly want it if she had the chance, but at this moment it would have been very useful. Had she done something wrong? Had she upset him? The small wolf had no way to know. She was left with assumptions and guesswork, and those were never safe for her. Still, it did her no good to form any sort of conclusion until he said something. All she could do now was hope that he did. to;; Fenris muse;; Good! thoughts;; Finished =D Poor Laya's a bit confused >> and your post made me giggle; Fen's too cute! words;; 687

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/fenristablemid.png] x. At this moment, the male's inability to express himself was seriously beginning to piss him off. The 'Malady' move had been really stupid. If it was only him there, the tempting urge to bash his head on a nearby tree might have won over the slightly calmer side of him that wouldn't have wanted him to do so. She had to know his secret by now. Oddly, the female didn't run away like he had thought she would. However cool her demeanor seemed though, the alarm was easy to read. Fenris obviously had no brains or else he would have taken note that she hadn't mentioned the name at all. The fact that the femme had stayed put was greatly confusing and intriguing at the same time. Did she know others with a gift like his? Or did she herself have the talent? That possibility frightened him to an almost silly degree as he considered what she could have made out from what was going on in his brain starting the moment they had met. Then he forced himself to consider the logic. She had seemed just as muddled as him, so she couldn't read his mind. That was quite a relief. x. Just then, he heard her talk. It was a few simple sentences, thank goodness. She was pretty well-mannered, complimenting his name. A good thing was that there were no questions, because he didn't have the heart to reply. A soft whine interrupted the things going on in his cranium at that instant. Fenris looked up, much to his surprise. Emotions were definitely not his forte, yet this one was fairly straightforward. Was it conceivable that she had wanted him not to move away? The fantasy of the whole idea was ridiculous, but it was the most likely situation. And a warm spark began to pulsate inside his chest. It was inevitable, but that sound of distress had given him a bit of happiness. He cocked his head, a little chuff of disbelief escaping. His eyes were scrutinizing, ears perked and tongue lolling out the side of mouth. The next sentence only barely reached his eardrums. Yet they were the hardest to answer of every question she had asked so far. What was wrong? It would take him centuries to recite the whole list. So he just stated one of the things. "You.....charm me." he said. Don't even ask how he ever got the word. If this didn't freak her out, what would? x. It was the second idiotic thing he had said so far. How could he have even given her a hint of how she appealed to him? He shook his big head, then coughed. He mumbled a very quiet apology and looked straight into her eyes by accident. They were entrancing, and he found it impractical to tear away. The irises were a striking gold, and seemed to be pulling him in. Fenris felt ghostly and drifted just a little closer, then more. He wasn't aware, but in the end he was an inch away and crouching to her height. His body had froze entirely, he had even lost the willingness to breathe. Still, the world seemed so crystal clear. He felt the snowflakes vellicate his thick fur, the bite of the wind nip at his entire frame. But he didn't give a damn, as those golden orbs had him in an absolute trance. "Why? he sighed, the breath creating a white puff that quickly got evaporated by the violent gale. Why had this female shown up to ruin his life? No, that was too rough. It was none of her fault. But she had broken his whole loner, macho man facade. She had him intensely terrified. If she went and left him there, Fenris was certain it would hurt. He was used to rejection and neglect, but the pain still was there. Since he sort of knew her, it would be so much worse than the others. He finally got the strength to squeeze his eyelids tightly shut. Each wisp of air that left him made pricks in his build. Physical......and emotional. ------------ ♠ OOC: -rubs Fenfen between the ears- this little caveman is adorable, yes. xD (how come the different counters have different results?) ♠ WORDS: 685 ♠ MUSE: so-so, but better than my last post.

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] Her tongue brushed over her snow-cold nose as she watched the large male before her. Fenris certainly wasn't like anyone she had met, and Laya had met plenty of wolves. That she had surprised him wasn't shocking in itself, but somehow his reactions to her always seemed different from what others might do. She couldn't quite say why that was, but suspected that it had something to do with the way his mind worked. Things just didn't seem to be quite so complicated with him, and she was happy to let them stay that way. His chuff had her tilting her head, but a pleased smile spread across her muzzle. His answer, however, caught her off-guard and she straightened her head slightly, thinking about it. She charmed him? It wouldn't have been the first time she'd gotten such a reaction, though never had the small femme heard it quite so bluntly. She charmed him. That was interesting. After a moment of thought, Laya flicked one ear and gave her best shrug, "It's okay, you know. I don't mind." She almost said more, but she stopped herself; he didn't need long phrases or what amounted to a drawn-out pat on the back. In that moment, she simply accepted him, knowing that it was the most she could give and not trying to make it something it was not. Whether he would be part of her pack or not, and she hadn't been sure she wanted to ask until now, she would look out for this male; he could stay a loner for the rest of his days, and as long as she had breath, Laya would make sure that those days lasted as long as possible. That sense of belonging was still there; the sense of mine she felt when she looked at him hadn't left for even a moment. It wasn't a romantic love, or even any kind of love she was particularly familiar with, but the little brown wolf was learning that not everything could be so easily labeled. Sometimes things just had to happen. She used to dread waiting; she hated the thought of letting life move on around her. Yet, somehow, things were moving just fine these days, and Laya was learning to need a little less control. She wasn't going soft, of course, but it made waiting a lot easier. His apology was almost lost, but she did catch the faintest hint of it. It didn't matter, though, and she didn't even acknowledge the attempt; she had already said it was fine, and she was sure he had heard that. When the grey male looked at her, she could feel something swelling within her, though what exactly it was, she couldn't say. She didn't want him to leave, though, and when he came closer she actually smiled. Why, he asked? She didn't know why he had come closer when she had been so convinced he couldn't leave. This was definitely interesting. But why had she come here? Laya gave him a gentle smile, "Because you called me." It was mostly the truth, though even she wasn't sure of the words. Something had called her here, maybe it was him. Truly, though, this was where she was meant to be. She knew that much for certain. He was hers now, as surely as they both breathed. Whether he knew it or not wasn't important; she had some mysterious, invisible claim on him. Anyone who threatened that, or threatened him would have to deal with her. She still didn't know for sure if he could read her mind, but if he did then she wasn't sure what he would make of her thoughts; she herself wasn't entirely sure what to make of them. When his lovely eyes shut, Laya gave a quiet sigh, watching as her breath dissolved into the storm. She wanted so badly for him to trust her, and she had no idea why she even cared. He was a loner, as far as she could tell, which meant that he might be an asset to the pack, but there was more to it than that. She didn't care if he joined Kintla, though it would certainly be easier for her if he did; the female simply felt affection for this larger, admittedly less intelligent canine. Without trust, it was much harder to help. "Fenris, do you have a pack?" She didn't smell anyone on him, but she wanted to be sure. If he did have a pack and they left him alone like this... her fur bristled almost unnoticeably at the thought. Fortunately for her, the wind was teasing her fur as well, so it was much harder to see. The cold finally set in, however, and she gave a slight shiver, "It's a bit cold out here..." It wasn't a request for closeness, or a suggestion that they move; she left the decision about what came next up to Fenris, at least for now. She could wait, and it was far more important to the young female that he not feel like she was forcing anything on him, since she truly wasn't trying to. to;; Fenris. muse;; Tired. thoughts;; I closed the tab this thread was in by accident, so I forgot I had to reply ; But here you go, and I hope it doesn't suck too bad? <3 Also, he's quite adorable x3 And I think the one on the bottom is more accurate, since the one on the side only counts spaces. words;; 892

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/fenristablemid.png] x. She was good with words. Better than him anyway. It wasn't like they were complicated, but actually held a lot of meaning. They helped calm him down and push his feelings a bit more under the surface. Perhaps she had a power just like his mind-reading that made his true self appear. Usually, he kept to himself, making it very difficult for anyone to see his emotions. This female seemed to draw them out and transform them into a stronger version of themselves. Everything he felt, whether it be anger, sadness or fervor, multiplied and bloomed. They showed in his speech and body way easier than before. However, he didn't mind as much as he had thought he would. With another wolf, perhaps he would get frustrated and mad. With Laya though, she didn't pry, and opening himself to her was ever so simple. She accepted him for who he was if he heard her correctly, and that was the first time anyone had in a long time. x. He felt intruding to read her mind, yet curiosity won over. The things she said about him...they worked their way into his whole being so the bitter bite of winter was lost to him. He was blind to her world, residing in some inanimate universe with sunshine and happiness. A place where only Pier had taken him to before. Then his brain fully understood the extent of her words. He belonged to her? It was a little odd, yet none of his giddiness diminished. The though was kind nonetheless, as nobody had regarded him like that since his sibling's death. His tail began to wag, slapping against the snow. It sent white flecks flying into the air and created a little whirlwind. He knew that there was nothing mushy about Laya's view of him, and that was fine by him. She wanted him, and that was definitely a first. He also comprehended the fact that he craved the passion she had, as a starving wolf wanted food. It was a form of hunger and he was startled by the power of it. He yearned for a salvation. x. Another thing that surprised him was the fact that she was okay with his statement. She didn't mind! He had at least expected a hint of disgust at his simplicity. "I thought you will run. From me. You no think I stupid?" he asked. He dreaded the answer, but he had to know. Fenris was certain that the she-wolf was on a level of intelligence higher than his. He was grateful that she spoke straightforwardly, but sensed that she was itching to say a little more. He shook his large head to come back to reality and took in her expression. A slight smile had crept up on her face. Grins of kindness were very rare in his life, and he struggled to return it in time. He refrained from showing his incisors, and just let his lips slide up at both corners. x. She was also a protective one. It was a little silly for a stranger to think that his guardian would be her, but he didn't have any second thoughts about it. She had a aura of command around her, and he wouldn't dare doubt her ability to do anything. In a fight though, he would be of more use. It dawned on him that he would do anything to secure her safety. Would he die for her? It only took a moment to find the answer. Yes. Of course. The idea of Laya in any form of danger made him so furious, it was a little difficult to pull him back to the real situation. He forced his hackles to lie down. Having someone to watch out for him was nice. No, more than nice. Delightful. Meeting her eyes again, he wondered if his ecstasy was easy to see. He sure hoped so, because it wasn't the type of thing he was smart enough to put into speech. x. Her question caught him off guard. A pack? The very idea was so impossible, he almost laughed out loud. No one wanted someone like him. Even if someone appreciated his size and thought it an asset, he wouldn't have accepted. No wolf was ever important to him enough after Pier that he'd want to join their pack. Being taunted by a large group and not being able run away from the mean comments? No thanks. He was a loner type of guy, and there wasn't anybody who could change that. Or was there? Laya meant a great deal to him. He would probably brave the teasing if she wanted him to join. He had hoped she would be a loner, but by the load of scents she was carrying, it was a little too much to wish for. She belonged to a pack. Would she be asking him to join one? He knew that she only wanted that to take care of him. He would join her pack if she wanted him to. The alpha had to agree however. "No pack. You have one. Kintla?" he confirmed. He was pretty certain that she knew his talent, and used the facts he had taken from her mind. x. He was watching her so closely before, that he couldn't have not seen that she was shivering. Immediately, he had his pelt pressed against hers before he realized his own actions. Blushing, he wanted to move away, but couldn't bring himself. Her closeness made him shake himself, but not from the cold. Her fur was soft and silky, yet freezing. He allowed her to take his body heat without a single complaint. He had to admit, he was just as guarding of her as she was of him. The slightest hint of discomfort from her and he wanted to banish it. So when she told off the weather, he agreed. "Shelter? Don't want you be cold." he said, worried. What illnesses were the cause of a chill? ------------ ♠ OOC: Laya makes fenfen all warm and fluffy inside. ^_^ I liked your post by the way. It was quite moving. Aw... ♠ WORDS: 1017 ♠MUSE: good!

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] Her eyes glanced over his body, but her mind was elsewhere. It was odd to know that he was likely hearing everything that went through her head, but she didn't really mind. Somehow, she didn't think he would use that against her. When the brute's tail began to wag, she chuckled and came back to the present, watching Fenris with warmth in her eyes. "Why would I run?" her voice was full of amusement, but her face showed how close she was to laughing at the idea, "You haven't scared me." His other question gave her a bit more pause, but Laya's mouth opened before she had a chance to think of what might have been a better answer. Her jaws parted and her voice came out, the words both dismissive and defensive at once, "I don't care." It was the truth, plain and simple; he could have the intelligence of a rock, and it wouldn't make her like him any less. This realization had her returning his attempt at a smile, though hers was much more practiced. Her tail matched his, wagging behind her as she let this new realization wash over her. It was nice, really, to not care about something like that. It was one less thing to separate them. She caught his glance, the happiness in her eyes eclipsed by the joy in his. It was because of this look, however, that she saw the shift, saw the change in him when the subject of a pack came up. What had happened to this lovely creature that had hurt him so? It only took a moment for her to realize that others likely did care about what went on in his head, and she bristled all over again at that; they didn't deserve his company anyway. His speech confirmed what she had already guessed at, and she nodded in response, "Yes, Kintla. It's small, but..." she fished for the right word, trying to find a proper adjective for the group of wolves she was succeeding in pulling together, "good. They will respect your place." Her final statement was spoken with complete confidence; either they would respect this male or deal with her. Somehow, he was close before she even really realized what had changed. Still, she didn't mind; rather, she happily accepted the offered closeness and leaned against him slightly, gladly sharing his warmth. "It's..." she caught herself, paused, and rethought her statement, "It's too late to go back now. I'll have to go home in the morning." Traveling at night wouldn't have been so bad, except snow was piled high and it was still falling from the sky. The wind was picking up as well, which suggested that there might be a more severe storm headed their way. It was strange to think of anyplace as home, yet as soon as she said it, it felt right. The only thing that would make it better was knowing she wouldn't make that journey alone. Laya's ears twitched slightly and she gave another small nod; shelter would be a good idea. That meant finding some, though, which she didn't really want to get up and do. Truthfully, she was quite comfortable snuggled up against the large wolf beside her and would have happily spent the night just like that. It might not have even been a bad plan, since they didn't seem to be terribly damp and they could certainly find some way to curl up and wait out the storm, but Laya somehow doubted that her companion would agree to it; even if he wasn't the smartest wolf she'd ever met, he did have the sense not to leave himself completely exposed to the elements when there wasn't any sun to at least help him stay warm. The smaller female smiled at this, but readied herself to let him talk her into moving somewhere else, just in case. Really, she didn't mind that he seemed inclined to keep her safe; it was a wonderful feeling to know that someone was looking out for her. It was surprising she had found it in a stranger, but they weren't really strangers anymore and she was too grateful to have it at all to care. to;; Fenris muse;; Tired thoughts;; I liked yours a lot <3 I dunno what I think of mine, I'm more than half asleep xD; Mine's relatively short though :c words;; 729

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