}} spirits of the past

[turnip]

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[atrb=background,http://a.imageshack.us/img801/7940/turniptablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking - "spirits" - "objects" If the saying was right and curiosity really did kill the cat, the small pup was as good as dead; he’d managed to pick his way up the mountain, thanks to some encouragement from Lye, the ever-helpful spirit that followed him around. The problem now was that he was having an incredibly hard time continuing forward and getting down seemed even more daunting than getting up had. Steep drop-offs and uneven footing greeted him at every turn and he was finally getting nervous. The temperature had dropped significantly as he had climbed; there was snow around him now, despite the warm temperature below. As he climbed a bit higher, he found himself even more disoriented than before. The constant whispers in his young mind certainly weren’t helping; Lye’s laughing whenever he stumbled had him on edge on its own. His breathing was labored at this point; he hadn’t been planning to get lost and he was tired and scared. It was getting dark, too, and he wondered if anyone would even notice; he hadn’t seen anyone around since he had decided this area would be his home, so he doubted anyone knew he was up here. Maybe he would get lucky, but he wasn’t going to bet on it. Lye, of course, had her own opinions on this and didn’t hesitate to share. “Heh, lost potato. Shouldn’t you be going down or something?” The sound that came from the pup’s throat was his frustrated attempt at a growl, Shut up, Lye, he thought bitterly. He was afraid to try and make his way down and she knew it; he’d already tumbled a fair way down when he wasn’t trying to go that way. Eventually, he knew he would have to try to get down, but as it was he kept going forward, whatever direction that led him. It took a surprisingly short amount of time before it did lead down, though, and he shivered at the prospect; what if he fell? “Does the baby need help?” the female whispered into his ear. He flicked his ears hard and started down, each step seeming to take forever. He had barely made any progress by the time it was too dark to see where he was going, but at least it was slightly less windy and he wasn’t covered in snow because that seemed to have tapered off. Apparently he hadn’t been too far from the tree line either, since he found himself resting against a scraggly trunk. His sides heaved and his tongue lolled out but he kept his eyes cracked open, watching ghostly figured meandering through his field of vision. You all died up here? he thought at them sadly. Most seemed to ignore him, but one particularly distraught female came closer, “You can see us?” He nodded and gave a weak smile, I can... The strange female’s posture seemed to relax a little, but she was still quite clearly distressed, “Can... can you give someone a message for me?” Turnip’s ears perked up and he opened his eyes, staring at her intently, I can do my best. She nodded; that was all she needed to hear, “Please tell... what happened here...” the ghostly female motioned towards the spirits around them, which all had various injuries; it looked as if they had been attacked here. “We were on a hunt when they attacked... they killed us all, even when we tried to surrender...” A whine slipped from the young pup, unbidden, “Someone has to know... you have to warn them...” What neither knew was that it had been many, many years since that female’s death and whoever had attacked them was long deceased as well. Lye chose that moment to give a harsh cackle, “Go back to where you came from, spirit; he’s a little preoccupied right now, with trying to survive the night and all.” Turnip looked at her, confused, but she was busy staring the other specter down. That was the last thing he saw as sleep pulled his young mind under. to;; anyone~ muse;; good. thoughts;; could be longer, but besides the really random talking spirit I like this xD words;; 669

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[~braelyn~]

The bulky silver warrior trekked over the slipping stones with ease, managing to keep her grip despite her massive paws. She was very large for a female wolf, not tall necessarily, but had a lot of muscle underneath her coat. It was mostly silver, but black trailed her spine down to the tip of her tail and the majority of her undersides were as white as the snow. Her eyes were amber, a basic color among most wolves, other than gold, but there was certainly one thing besides her size that made her stick out from others: her ears, or what was left of them. They had been shredded when she was little, protecting her brother from a fox when they were pups, and they were almost nothing more than stumps now. It was because of this that her hearing was not the greatest. Perhaps, to her, it was also the reason that she was granted the power of force fields as her magic. It made up for her lack of hearing.

The wind buffeted against Braelyn's fur and she cursed silently, wondering how any goat can live with such a blistering breeze. Their fur was supposedly thick, though, so that was probably one of the reasons. Her amber eyes turned to the sky and she stopped her traveling for a moment, realizing the darkness was falling over the lands. She didn't care. It was too late to return back to the camps and she'd get herself killed if she attempted to travel down what she had just climbed up in the dark. She knew better and no force field would protect her from the impact should she fall. She snorted and picked up her pace as she continued up the small mountain. She didn't find it much of an issue getting to the top and begin working her way back down, but she was careful as she did so.

Braelyn began descending, even though it was dark, but she certainly didn't feel like spending the night on top of a mountain where it was cold and windy. She knew she'd regret it in the morning, when her joints were frozen and stiff and she'd be in pain because she couldn't move them. On the way down, she picked up another scent, one she hadn't smelled before. Her face twisted, not quite with anger, not quite with curiosity, but more of a mix with both. If there was an intruder on the Glacier Pack's lands, it was her job to chase them out. That's what a warrior did, after all. Excitement warmed her legs at the thought of her job coming in handy finally. She had only been in the pack for so long and with no intruders, she had nothing to do but patrol and attempt to hunt. Because of her bad ears, hunting was one of her most minimal activities.

The scent became stronger and stronger as she reached the treeline, walking along it. They blocked most of the wind, warming her frosty fur considerably. Her eyes scanned the darkness and she moved slower, putting up a good sized force field around her just in case she was ambushed. She knew when something hit her force fields, which gave her the advantage in an ambushed attack. She crept closer to the source of the smell and her eyes adjusted to the very small shape. She smirked, this wolf was small and physically stood no chance against her in a fight. Her lip peeled over her gums, revealing her sharp white teeth, and she prepared for a growl to erupt from her throat, but stopped herself when she realized why the wolf was so small.

He was no bigger, and probably no older, than a pup!

Braelyn blinked and sniffed again, making sure his scent was the only one around besides hers, and it was. She lowered her force field and put a normal expression on her face, stoic and semi-kind. She was curious. What was a pup doing out here this late at night? She pondered something...should she attack him? Even if he was an intruder, he was just a pup. He most likely could easily outrun her, but she would more than likely crush him just by stepping on him. Yes, she was quite large compared to the wolf sleeping before her. Braelyn let out a sigh, thinking how cold the little one must be, and thought further on what to do.

She looked around, checking the area, and saw it was a decent place to sleep for the night. There would probably be goats, but they were nothing to worry about at night, unless they would be hostile against two strange wolves. She shook her head at the idea. No way a goat would be able to live in a fight against her. Maybe she was too confident in her abilities, but she was raised to fight and won most fights she got into. She turned her amber eyes back to the young male, stepping closer to him. She didn't want to be intrusive and she didn't want him to freeze to death, so she laid down beside him. She curled around him, not touching, and made sure she was close enough to provide warmth. She laid her head down on her paws and put up a force field around them both just to be safe. Only then did Braelyn close her eyes and drift into sleep.


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OOC: Partially deaf wolves kick butt. >3

[sköldpadda]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] The air was chilled and the ground was damp from the morning dew, clinging to the copper-toned male's paws with a stubborn fever. The brute didn't bother lowering his head to lick the annoying droplets from his appendages anymore, he just ignored them and let them gather and saturate his layers of fur. It was annoying and a nuisance, yes, but he knew well enough that it would evaporate and dry up when the sun rose to greet the dawning day. The light from the great ball of fire was just beginning to illuminate the sky and the forest surrounding him, but it was nothing more than a teasing glimmer of light. The sky was still dark, but a slow gradient of grey was beginning to break through the previous black. Skoldpadda let a yawn erupt past his jaws, stretching his cramped limbs as he rose from his resting place. It was hardly dawn and the male was mildly annoyed to be awake so early, but that was what happened when you had a mind that tended to wander and think about absurd things. You had a rough sleep. Skoldpadda had grown tired of waking up and trying to fall back into the unconscious state, so he had simply given up and decided to get on with the oncoming day. He had chosen to rest at the base of Goat Haunt, one of the largest and most dangerous mountains around the lands called Everfrost. These mountains were surrounded in tales of the dead and spirits, but they were one of the main sources of food for the Glacier pack, his pack. Skoldpadda knew very well the agile, firm-footed goats that lived up in the peaks of the haunt, they were quite the bitch to hunt and catch, normally the hunts which took place in the mountains ended in some sort of injury, that was why Skoldpadda decided he would have to begin training the wolves for such hunts soon, to make sure the number of injuries would be less and less each time. The summery seasons were a much better time to hunt on goat haunt because the steep drops and sudden crevices weren't hidden beneath the snow. In the winter months it was highly discouraged for the wolves of Glacier pack to roam the haunt. The Alpha circled around the base of the mountain for a while, stretching his seized muscles and wakening his senses and himself. He was unsure of what to do with himself so early in the morning. It wasn't long before he encountered the answer to his question, the smell was becoming stale, but it was still present, and it peaked Skold's interest. He recognized the scent as one of his own wolves, a newly accepted warrior, Braelyn. His golden eyes rose toward the beginning of a path which wielded itself up the mountainside. Braelyn's scent clung to the path, old but still new enough that the Alpha assumed she would be somewhere up in the haunt. The fact that one of his pack members had wandered up Goat Haunt in the dark was reason enough to cause the Alpha to worry. There was a very good chance of her getting herself hurt up there. Skoldpadda advanced up the trail a little ways, sniffing out the grounds to make sense of Braelyn's trail. She had definitely not come down this way, which meant there was a very high possibility of her still being up there. Wanting nothing more than to look out for the well being of his pack mates, Skoldpadda began up the mountainside nose close to the ground to remain on the female's trail. There were a few times here and there that the trail seemed to drift off, but it didn't take the male long to regain his target. He was still within the tree line, which made it very difficult to see, the sky was lighting up a bit more with every passing minute, but it was still too dull to be of much help to the male's eyesight. So he was relying strongly off his other senses. His pace was much slower than he would have liked it to be, but he had to look out for his own well-being, and he had to make sure he didn't confuse Braelyn's scent. The Alpha knew he was relatively safe from harm while he was still within the tree line, but there were always surprises up in these parts. By the time Skoldpadda had followed Braelyn's scent out of the tree line, the sun was just beginning to grace the tips of the mountains, offering a gracious amount of light for the male, but also giving off enough to cause an annoying glint in his eyes. The brute paused for a moment, his throat beginning to build up a thirst. He gazed about him, noting the dispersing trees. He was just now reaching the treacherous part of the haunt. He was surprised to find no goats in his path so far, he simply assumed the majority of them were sleeping in some rocky den somewhere. The male emitted a tired sigh, trying to find Braelyn's trail once more. At this point, her trail had begun to level off, resuming more of a steady path across the mountain rather than up the mountain. It was only a matter of minutes until the scent began to thicken, and he smelt another begin to mingle with it. He was immediately alarmed. What was going on here? His copper-ringed eyes slanted slightly, his pace quickening as he fought to reach the end of the trail quicker. The irony sting of blood was not present in the mixture of scents, and for that the Alpha was grateful, but he was alarmed at the scent of an unknown canine. What was Braelyn doing up here in the middle of Goat Haunt with a trespasser? He needed answers. The smell was coming strong to him now, and he could see a hollow crop in the rocky wall before him. Ears flicked forward, and through the sound of his paws on the stone surface he could hear deep breathing coming from within the confines of stone. Skoldpadda approached the den with a look of anger plastered across his features, and he was somewhat surprised at the scene which was laid out before him. There was Braelyn, laying obviously unharmed with a young pup nestled beside her. What the hell? Skoldpadda stood for a moment, musing over the situation for a moment before he decided to wake the pair and demand an explanation. The Alpha cleared his throat unnecessarily loudly, positioning himself in the dead centre of the cave's opening, his large shadow engulfing the forms of the two sleeping wolves. "Excuse me," Not wasting any time on friendly awakenings, he demanded to know what was going on. There was no way he was going to allow any sort of trespassing on his lands, or allow any of his pack members to sneak another wolf into his lands, pup or otherwise. "But just what in the hell is going on here?" The Alpha's voice was quite loud, and quite obviously agitated, carrying out through the thin air on the mountain. He stood tense in the mouth of the rocky structure, golden eyes penetrating the two canines before him. ooc; yay! longest post in a while!

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[turnip]

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[atrb=background,http://a.imageshack.us/img801/7940/turniptablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking - "spirits" - "objects" “You fucking moron, there’s a wolf! Hey, idiot, feel like dying today? Wake the hell up, baby! When you get your throat ripped out, don’t expect my company!” It was surprising, but the pup was so exhausted that he didn’t even wake up with Lye screaming in his mind. She continued her attempts to wake him in frantic bursts until the stranger settled around him, keeping her companion warm. At that point, the spirit decided that the new wolf probably didn’t have murder on the brain, but she continued pacing around them, watching until morning; she didn’t trust anyone with her pup, even though he wasn’t actually hers and even though she tended to get him into just as much trouble as she got him out of. Morning’s light was just creeping over the horizon and the ghost’s eyes were focused intently on the pair of sleeping wolves; she stayed in exactly the same position until yet another stranger came by. “Oh hell no.” Turnip’s ear flickered a little at that, but he remained asleep. God damn did that creature sleep soundly. Lye walked over to the pair and tried to prod the sleeping ball of fur, but she found herself blocked by an invisible wall of some sort. “What the fuck...” She prodded at it with a paw and, when she still couldn’t go through, Lye snarled, a sound that woke Turnip much faster than her earlier yelling had managed. “What...” he mumbled sleepily, but then another voice startled him into waking up even faster. His young mind slowly registered that he had another wolf curled up around him, but when he jumped up and tried to get away, he bounced off of the same invisible wall that had stopped Lye from getting to him and harassing him in his sleep. The yelp that popped out of his mouth was as comical as it was terrified and Turnip huddled up against the invisible barrier, as far away from the other wolves as possible. Lye... what’s going on? he asked her silently, looking nervously at his companion. The others wouldn’t be able to see her, which was unfortunate, but at least he hadn’t said much to her out loud. “Stand your ground, squirt. This was your home first!” Lye encouraged and Turnip’s expression shifted to one of confusion, What, you mean fight them? They’ll eat me! The ghost snickered and gave him a motion that couldn’t say anything buy “go for it”. Turnip’s expression turned stubborn and he glared at the male, since he wasn’t entirely sure how to deal with the strange female; she was probably the one who had trapped him in here! “I’d ask you the same question. What are you doing here?” The young male gave a pointed look at the female trapped in the invisible dome with him to make sure she knew she was included. Lye decided he needed her help, so she chose that moment to start dictating. “Do you make a habit of molesting others in their sleep?” What does molesting mean? “Just ask.” “Do you make a habit of molesting others in their sleep?” Lye chuckled in his mind, but he directed his gaze at the female once more. His tail was low, but he had never actually learned about how important posture was, so that wasn’t too surprising. Lye was going to offer more help, but the female from before picked that moment to start whispering into the smaller creature’s mind, “Tell them...” “Um... I’m supposed to tell you that wolves were m... that they were ma...” he paused, trying to remember the word he was sure he had heard before. He soon gave up, however, and rephrased his statement, “I’m supposed to tell you a lot of wolves were killed here.” His ears lowered at that and he glanced around, still seeing some of the spirits wandering around, their ghostly bodies revealing far more than he cared to see. It was something that nobody should have had to witness, much less such a young pup, but he was quite used to it; he had heard spirits since birth, and seen them since he could use his eyes, so the sight before him while terrible, was definitely not the worst he had stumbled across. A soft sigh left his mouth before he chose to speak again, “They were attacked out of nowhere and they got killed, even when they tried to surrender. I was supposed to tell someone and you’re here, so...” At this point, he seemed almost apologetic, which made sense if you considered his past; Leaf was the only one who had believed him when he told his siblings about his “imaginary” friends, and he couldn’t tell his mother because she was so unstable. Anyone he may have mentioned them to later figured he was a disturbed pup, making up stories; but he hadn’t actually met many other wolves since being abandoned, so he didn’t have any other reactions to go on. He was pretty sure these strangers wouldn’t believe him, simply because it was such a strange thing to say. Maybe they would be different, but the sinking feeling in his stomach said that these wolves would not want him to stay. It didn’t matter that he had claimed the lands as his home, since these wolves were far larger than him and definitely knew more about fighting. Lye, as useful as she could be, was no use in a fight except for yelling such helpful things as “Don’t let him bite you!” and “Try not to dance around so much; you look like you need to pee!”, neither of which had ever been useful, especially since he had been hunting a rabbit at the time. to;; Braelynn and Skoldpadda muse;; Awesome c: thoughts;; Weird post, but so's Turnip xD words;; 947

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[~braelyn~]

The same meadow swept out before the female just as it did in every dream, golden grasses rolling and colorful wildflowers springing up all across her field of vision. She sat there, motionless, as the breeze buffeted her fur, causing it to stick up. She didn't blink nor did she move, but her mind reeled with constant questions. She pondered why she was always in the same place all the time, why her dreams never changed, why the scenery was always the same, and why no one else but her was here. There weren't even rabbits or deer for her to keep herself busy with. Instead, she had to sit there and stare into the nothingness of her dream, the only way of getting her out of it being to disturb the space with sound. No movement had ever woken her from a dream, unless it was drastic, but it occurred to her that only sound would wake the partially deaf female from her dreams, which is exactly what occurred next.

Braelyn immediately sensed the incessant buzzing that she familiarized as noise as it drifted through the atmosphere. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to return to reality and escape the painfully dull and boring dreamland she was stuck in every time she slept. By the time she had opened her eyes again, she recollected that she was with the pup, who was now up and about, apparently confused by her force field. She turned her head slightly and wasn't at all surprised to see Skoldpadda standing nearby, though wondered what would become of her. She assumed, by the tone in his voice, that she had most likely done something wrong. She didn't quite understand what, but she was sure the alpha would have a good reason for punishing her should it happen. It had been awhile since she was last punished, but she had never made excuses. If she were to be punished, then she would accept that at face value.

Braelyn turned her attention to the pup again and lifted her massive head. She was practically eye level with him at that point, but didn't mind, for she was more focused on his words. A smile crept over her lips and she chuckled at him, "Molest you? I'm sure you don't have any clue what that word means..." She paused a moment, then explained to him what the invisible bubble was, "I control force fields, child. They are put up instinctively when I sleep." She retracted the force field to allow him out, the invisible sheet sliding back to her and disappearing. She forced her massive body to its feet and gave her thick pelt a shake, releasing any of the snow and dirt she had collected from the ground while sleeping. She turned to face Skoldpadda and walked towards him, stopping a few mere feet away.

Braelyn dipped her head low in greeting and out of respect to her alpha, something she certainly considered necessary whenever being confronted with a higher ranking wolf. She lifted her gaze to his after a moment, hesitating, but did it regardless. He deserved an explanation and she would give it to him. "I found him sleeping here. I didn't want him to freeze to death, so I laid with him. If he is not part of the pack, then I was gravely mistaken. I am sorry." She moved to the side to allow Skoldpadda to do what he needed and waited for an order. She sat in the snow and turned her gaze to the pup. He was so young and small, obviously not able to stand a chance against the both of them. Hell, it wouldn't matter if it was just one of them there and the pup attempted to fight, he still would have lost. Braelyn and Skoldpadda both had a size advantage over him.

On the subject of the pup in her mind, Braelyn wondered what he was doing up here. He was small and young, and she thought he must have wandered from a mother in the pack or something. Though, he didn't smell like the pack when she had found him, which was probably her biggest mistake in this situation. She wasn't aware of the fact that he was not part of Glacier Pack when she had first found him. In fact, the only thoughts trailing through her head then were the fact that he probably would have froze to death had she no found him, and her only goal at that moment was to keep him warm and safe from death. Braelyn pricked her shredded ears to listen to what Skoldpadda would do; being partially deaf had its disadvantages, but she wanted to make sure she was attentive. It didn't matter if Skoldpadda was confronting the stranger or scolding her. She didn't want to miss anything, something she felt she needed to do since she was in a new pack. She wanted to contribute in some way, but here, she had a feeling she was in the wrong.



OOC: 846 words! Hells yeah!
Tagged: Turnip and Skoldpadda

[sköldpadda]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] The Alpha's features held the same displeased, stern expression they had when he approached as he watched the young pup stir from his obvious sound sleep, his little eyes widening with fright and a hint of disgust as he was rudely awaken to find another body curled around his own, and yet another standing a few feet off, observing. Skoldpadda's golden eyes were still narrowed a fraction, but had seemed to warm a bit once exposed to the pup's confused actions had unfolded, leaving the scene before him even more confusing than it had been previously. Obviously this tike had no previous knowledge of falling asleep next to this stranger, which made Skoldpadda wonder further why Braelyn was up in the mountains, approaching young pups whom she did not know. He watched the pup scuttle away from Braelyn with a mild amount of amusement playing behind his eyes, and saw the confusion wash over his developing features as he was apparently blocked in, unable to escape some invisible barriers that surrounded the pair. Skold remembered the light-hued warrior saying something about her magic being force fields, but he had never really had a chance to experience exactly what they could do. Skoldpadda's ears flicked toward the young wolf, taking in his disturbed tone. What was he doing here? Well, wasn't that quite the question. Skoldpadda almost burst out laughing, but he held himself together, keeping his face stoney and free from emotion. "Young one, I am the Alpha of these lands, I have every right to be here. You, on the other hand, have yet to explain yourself." His voice was still loud and crisp, but not as harsh as it had been previously. Skoldpadda wanted answers, but he figured a mean approach wouldn't get him very far with a pup. A look of sheer amusement washed over Skoldpadda's face at the pup's next outburst, he couldn't control it this time, the words which were uttered from the youngster's mouth were completely unexpected and they quite apparently hit the Alpha's funny bone. He was sure Braelyn hadn't been molesting this young one while he slept, that would have been absurd, and judging by the female's response, she was slightly taken aback by his words, as well. After the female had spoken, Skoldpadda voiced his own opinion on the words of the young wolf, trying to take a fatherly approach to it, but his voice was still clearly laced with laughter. "I don't think you should say words that you don't know the meaning of, Kiddo." He wanted to stay stern, to figure out what the hell was going on up here properly, but it was so goddamn hard when you were confronting someone so young, he probably had no idea that he was in the wrong, or trespassing. The copper-toned wolf's attention was drawn back to his pack-mate as her voice piped up again, finally someone was deciding to answer his question. He nodded once briskly, analyzing the information with the situation he'd walked into. "I understand your approach to the situation, Braelyn, I apologize for my rash approach." He let his words drift off for a second, gaze falling to the pup again. Before he could continue with his thoughts, the youngster spoke up again, his voice hesitant and obviously confused. Skoldpadda rose an eyebrow at the pup's spiel, unsure of what to make of it. Was this kid just trying to defuse the situation, sidetrack him? Or was he just making up stories like so many other puppies did? "I'm sure you have no idea what you're talking about, Kid. Although I'm sure wolves have died up here before, these trails are very dangerous, which is exactly why you shouldn't be wandering up here." With that, Skoldpadda dismissed the youngsters words, trying to regain his previous train of thoughts. "What's your name, Kid? And how did you get up here undetected?" The Alpha had pushed his anger aside, by now his main priorities were getting himself and the two other wolves out of the haunt safely. Obviously the pup had meant no harm when he entered these lands, he was simply confused and lost. Braelyn, on the other hand, was simply trying to help, which Skoldpadda could completely appreciate coming from a female member of the pack. Motherly instincts always kicked in when it came to female's a pups, she simply wanted to protect him. He nodded slightly to himself again, figuring he'd assessed the situation enough. He turned his focus from the pup to Braelyn, calculating how they would get themselves and the pup out of this place safely. Getting up the haunt was by far the easiest task, getting down is what proved to by the most daunting. He questioned the female simply with his eyes, wondering if she'd have any great plans. He figured one of the two could carry the pup if they needed too, he wasn't too big, after all, but Skoldpadda was sure the youngster would refuse, they were always so stubborn.

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[turnip]

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[atrb=background,http://a.imageshack.us/img801/7940/turniptablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking - "spirits" - "objects" Turnip’s reaction to the female’s comment was to give Lye a pointed glare, which meant he was looking angry at empty air as far as anyone else present was concerned. When she explained the force field, however, he was clearly interested, as was Lye; the spirit even prodded it a bit and giggled childishly when it disappeared. The male, however, gave him pause. Instinctively, he didn’t like him; something seemed odd about this creature that he couldn’t quite place, and his speech rubbed the younger creature the wrong way, “I was here first; what gives you the right to be Alpha?” He even managed to keep the whine out of his voice, instead sounding almost authoritative despite his youth. The laughter at his other question only reinforced the glare he gave Lye, who continued giggling. Wasn’t she helpful? “I don’t think you should call me Kiddo, mister,” he retorted, clearly unhappy with the nickname, but gently mocking the phrasing of the previous sentence. It didn’t take long at all before the adults were talking again, so he waited until they were done to give his input. Not surprisingly, he found himself brushed off. Turnip growled, standing up and placing his paws apart on the ground in what he hoped was a somewhat stubborn stance, “I know exactly what I’m talking about! I’m not talking about some wolves, I’m talking about all of them; an entire pack was –” he paused, still looking for a better word until Lye piped up, “Slaughtered.” The word was simple and said without much inflection; she had seen worse than this before as well. “- yeah, slaughtered here and you aren’t even willing to believe it. Why not, because I’m a pup?” Turnip snorted, “These trails are only dangerous if you’re worried about dying.” He wasn’t; he knew death was not the ending wolves made it out to be, so he had no reason to fear it. It came across as far worse than he meant it to, of course; most things did. The next question was greeted with a look of confusion. How had he gotten up here undetected? He had been living in the area since he’d stumbled into the lands and woken up in a den. It wasn’t that he was trying not to be found, it was that there didn’t seem to be anyone to find him. “I don’t know, how did you not detect me sooner?” It was the best response he could come up with. Lye was definitely rubbing off on him. “Ooh, look at you, all big and tough!” Lye’s mocking tone said just as much as the words she chose as she pranced around the self-proclaimed Alpha, “You have a female willing to obey you, what an accomplishment. Pah, females, pitiful. Show me someone who can get males to listen and I’ll be more impressed.” The corner of the pup’s mouth twitched upward, a clear sign that he was amused by her words; it may have looked cocky, but he was actually trying not to laugh at her. The spirit continued to insult the pair of adults and Turnip tried to tune her out; no sense making them think he was even more insane at the moment, right? His ears twitched, moving so that he could hear both adults; he could always hear Lye, so it wasn’t really as if it mattered where his ears pointed for that. Turnip’s body shifted away from the adults, as if he were considering fleeing; in reality, he was, but he didn’t actually mean to be so obvious about it. He wasn’t comfortable with other wolves, at least when they were alive, and he was even less comfortable with grown-up wolves because he’d spent so long caring for his emotionally crippled mother. He didn’t know how to talk to them on any level besides that, and going by how he talked to Lye didn’t seem to be working very well. Maybe I should ask if I could stay here? But why should I? I was here first! The thought of getting in trouble for something that wasn’t even accurate upset him all over again; he had been here before them, so why was he the one getting asked all these questions? Usually he would have been much more easygoing, but he had been startled awake and now he was being interrogated; it wasn’t too surprising that he was a bit unhappy about all of that. Plus, this was the place he had claimed as his home and they were acting like he was the trespasser! The nerve! Turnip’s tail was hanging straight between his legs, his body language hesitant but relatively neutral; he didn’t know to change it, so most of what he did was either natural or completely accidental. His eyes traced Lye as she wandered around now; at this point, he didn’t really care how crazy he looked, he just wanted to get answers. to;; Skold and Braelyn muse;; Awesome! thoughts;; This isn't the greatest, I'm sorry; Turnip was being confusing. words;; 818

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[~braelyn~]

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[atrb=background,http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/8302/braelyntablemid.png] text - "speaking" - thoughts Braelyn flattened her shredded ears at her alpha's words, feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want him to feel sorry for his approach, as he had every right to do what he did. He was the alpha of the pack and it was in his right to react harshly to strangers on his land. However, even though Skoldpadda was a kind alpha, she certainly had expected to be punished for the strange and out of place thing she had done. She had approached a stranger and treated him with kindness, not hostilely as a warrior should have. She wondered why she hadn't growled and snarled, chasing the wolf away, but, again, he was only a pup, and it was not in her nature to hurt anything like a pup. She sighed and turned back to look at the pup with her amber eyes, looking him over. He began speaking to them, his words coming out towards them in a way that the female didn't particularly like. Her lip curled over her gums, showing her bright white teeth. A snarl tore from her throat, "He earned it, runt." Her voice was probably the loudest it had been in awhile, since Canyon was attacked by the fox when they were young was more than likely the last time. It was directed towards his comment towards Skoldpadda's right to be alpha. Of course, Braelyn knew that any alpha had earned his or her right to be in that position, and she respected them for it. She wouldn't show disrespect to a higher power, and she certainly wouldn't allow it to come from others towards a higher power she worked and lived under. Her fierce expression slowly melted away, but her fur remained bristled and her gaze remained hard and cold at the pup. No, she would not even accept such attitude from one as young as him. Then, he went on about the dead wolves again, this time saying how they had been slaughtered, an entire pack of them. Though it was hard to believe, it seemed somewhat fathomable. She had heard stories about wolves who could see the spirits of the dead, and she wondered if this pup was one of them. Her eyes narrowed, studying him, remembering his actions. He had once glanced angrily at the air, seeming to look right at something the other two could not see. He appeared to interact with things the Glacier pack wolves could not be aware of. Spirits were the only things that Braelyn could think of that could possibly leave them to not sense whatever it was he was looking at. It seemed right, and Braelyn looked to Skoldpadda to voice her opinion on the situation. Her voice had become quiet again when she spoke, reverting back to her usual self. "Perhaps the child can see ghosts." She wondered what her alpha would think of such an idea. Perhaps it would be something he would disagree on her with, but she had a feeling he could be aware that wolves did have such a power, no matter how rare it was. The idea of a pup having it, though, was a completely different idea than an adult having it. The idea of an adult bearing such a power would be somewhat believable, but a pup? Even to Braelyn, the very thought of such a thing didn't seem possible. However, if there was just the tiniest chance that it was true, then it would possibly explain his reasons for repeatedly telling them about the dead wolves. Her amber eyes watched Skoldpadda carefully, waiting for his reaction and his answer.