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Rosto's Wrath

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Rosto could feel the soft crunch of sand under his paws, hear the waves lap against the shore. A slow sigh breathed from his lips and pale, clouded over eyes shut for a moment, taking in all the sounds he could hear. His body shifted taking me toward the sound of lapping water. Solid, sturdy paws slapped against a foaming, ice cold surface. Rosto’s head tilted downward as his limbs began to be drenched in water. The underside of his belly brushed the surface of the water and he allowed his muzzle to shift downward and lip at the pool of blurred blue and gray. It was cold as ice and tasted of thirst quenching material. He lifted his head back up, water dripping in droplets from his chin and lips. It was nice and cool here, but he wanted out of this stuff that only made him once more. Long limbs took him on a dance from the water's depth and he raced over the sands, letting it fly up along with the lake water that barely reached up to brush against the bottom of one of his paws.

It was a kindly feeling that he felt being here at the lake's crest, were water met land and it became a sort of harmony. His head leaned forward with his shoulders as he picked up his pace. Just because his eyes were blurred to the world around him, did not mean Rosto couldn't have fun every now and again? Paws danced over the sand and rock shore, sending it flying and playing around him. Rosto yelped when front paws came up ever so slightly and he turned away from a dark looming object. He felt it brush against his flank as he continued away from it. Now that was not a nice feeling. Rosto skittered away from it turning back to the way he had come. Long limbs and wagging tail moved as if there was no fault to his sight until a rock happened to stumbled into his path. Rosto tripped and faulted a bit as he moved forward trying to ignore how his lack of sight affected him. Dwelling on those things was not something one should do often or they might go insane.

Canine nostrils flared, taking in the lake water breeze and tasting the humidity in the air as he moved as any wolf of speed would. Flank muscles twitched and pulled as he moved forward, flicking his ears this way and that as he listened to the gentle crash of waves around him. Rosto loved that feeling. It was like a freedom he didn't truly have. A freedom to do as he wished and play in the waves as he wished, but with this lose of his, Rosto was unable to gaze out and watch his step. If he was not careful and did not stay close to shore, he could walk over the drop off and be lost to the lake’s currents. That was not what he wished and for the most part he would stay upon land and hope for the best. Rosto would live as any creature would. He would live as though nothing was wrong with him. Nothing was missing and he was wholly normal and real. Well, he was real, but not to himself. Rosto didn't see how he was real if he couldn't see himself. It was silly and weird of him to think in such a manner. Rosto would just have to figure out how to get over it.

A deep breath was taken in and released on a slow sigh. He came to a stop and felt himself sink into the sand as his weight settled and those soft grains incased his paws. Rosto looked down, but saw nothing, but a pale sandy and rock gray blur. It would have been nice to see the multiple colors that he had so often been told were within these sands. How he wished these eyes of his were not so over taken by clouds of mist. It would have been so nice. He gave a sharp shake of his head. No, there was no time to think of all that. He had learned it early on in his life and if he continued to act like this he would waste it all away and there was no reason to do that. None at all. Rosto backed up a step, moving away from the water and bowing his head. He closed his eyes and seemed to fall into a trance of sound and it absorbed him like nothing ever had. Rosto would know if someone came toward him at this moment and only this moment, except when he used his magic, of course. Each breath was even as he fell into this daily meditation of his. Every day was a time to focus on the abilities he had and train them as his eyes had once been. That was all he could do for now.

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[laya]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] text - "talking" - "whispers" Her body was tired and sore in ways she had never actually experienced before; her back ached and her feet hurt, though she had spent most of the day resting. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Malady’s seed had taken root inside her, though Laya was sure she was more than qualified. She hadn’t told him yet; she was waiting for the right moment, though when that moment would be was anyone’s guess. It wouldn’t be long before her stomach started showing signs of the life growing within her and she truly wanted to tell him before then. If he figured it out for himself, he would feel like she had been leaving him out; there was a very fine line she was trying to walk, except at the moment her actual walking was a bit unsteady. Apparently there’s more weight to me than I thought… she pondered, chuckling quietly to herself. She was in a good mood, despite the aches; she had, for once in her life, laid her feelings out. The results had not been disappointing. “He only did that because you were in heat. He doesn’t actually care about you; he’s just like every other male, trying to make your belly swell before leaving for the next willing whore who comes around.” Laya’s ears lowered and she looked around frantically, “Who said that?” She got no answer, though, and went back to walking, her good mood effectively ruined. It didn’t take her long to get to the lake, where she had planned to continue napping; the sand was pleasantly warm and she felt it would be a good place to rest. It wasn’t as if she felt there was much of a threat from the other packs; none of them was big enough to present much of a threat. Her breathing was a bit labored by the time she got within sight of the lake. Since she was abnormally preoccupied with the new feelings in her body, it took her a moment to notice the stranger standing on the shore. She slowly made her way towards him, but stopped a fair ways away, not trusting him to stay where he was and knowing that she needed as much of a head start as possible if he decided to attack. “You know, it’s customary to call attention to yourself when you wander into a pack’s land…” Her voice was laced with amusement, though there was an undertone of displeasure there; until he gave a reason for not signaling his presence, she would assume he was either an idiot or a spy, if not both. Besides that statement, however, she gave no indication that she was actually in charge; though Alpha pairs were typically the only ones to breed, the packs in the area had generally decided that that practice could be waived if the food was plentiful enough to support additional litters. Even if he could tell she was pregnant, he had no real reason to assume she was the Alpha. She could easily have been a concerned pack member who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn’t an entirely unreasonable assumption. Her breathing continued to be a bit labored, despite her now standing still; everything was taking more out of her these days, though she was mostly just sleepy. It would be very good if this stranger could get on with it so she could continue with her plan to take a nap; it was sounding better every moment. to;; Rosto. muse;; Alright. thoughts;; This isn't amazing, but it's a post. My brain kinda turned off halfway through, I'm sorry. words;; 588

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Rosto's Wrath

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The sun was warm against his coat, soaking in and seeping deep. He tilted his head this way and that, allowing it to warm those cold places within his soul. A low sigh passed Rosto’s lips and he drew in the hot breeze that blew by him. It dawned on him that he could, in fact, be in one of the pack lands, but he wasn’t sure. It smelled of wolves here and yet, he couldn’t figure out if there were others close by or if it was just some distant thought in his mind. It floated away quickly though, like a butterfly on the breeze. Nostrils flared, bringing in a calming breath before releasing it on a sigh. Rosto shifted his weight from side to side, allowing his sleepy limbs to realize that they weren’t allowed to buckle under his weight. They didn’t. They seemed to wake up at his shifting motions. That eased any discomfort that he had felt. The scent of a water bird reached his nose and he sniffed delicately at it before his mouth began salivating. No, he wouldn’t hunt. Not here and not now. He didn’t even know where he was! It would be bad to hunt on another pack’s territory.

A faint sound, much like a voice, turned his head ever so slightly, but it was distant and went unnoticed by Rosto. His attention turned back to the emptiness inside his head. His ears turned this way and that, catching the sounds around him, almost hoping to catch the sound of that voice once more, but it never came. He shook his head lightly and cleared it of his disappointment with not being able to hear that soft melody again. Each breath soothed him, but the sound of paw steps caused him to open those unseeing eyes of his. All that could be seen was a shot of bright light and mixed together colors. A crooked smile curved his lips, but he was quick to let it slide away as he heard the voice, the one he’d heard earlier, but ignored. He wanted to turn, but for a moment he took in her words. So, he was in pack lands. Well, he hadn’t known that, but he’d guessed at it. With careful steps, the male turned to face the female before him. Though he couldn’t actually see her, he knew the general direction she was standing in just by the blur of a wolf’s shape before him.

Not bothering to use his magic, he watched her for a moment, then opened his mouth to speak. “I’m sorry. I did not think to announce myself because I had not the slightest idea of where I was.” Rosto’s clouded eyes tried, without luck to focus on her and so, he stare vaguely in one direction. “Please. Forgive my rudeness. I meant no harm.” He bowed his head, knowing full well that his eyes did not follow the motion. All the better that she knows his failure in sight. He’d come to discover that many asked him how he survived and that was about the time he would use his power to reveal how he hunted, how he fought and in general, how he survived. It was survival of the fittest out here. Rosto didn’t move closer to her, in fact he took a step back from her. He didn’t want to be in close proximity to another should something happen. Whether she blew up or attacked him or somehow he managed to scare himself into running at her. That was known to happen with him and he wasn’t about to deny it. Denial was a weakness in itself.

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words -- 613
notes -- meh. . . not my best.
muse -- good

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[laya]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] text - "talking" - "whispers" Since he didn’t turn around when she first spoke, Laya took the opportunity to evaluate the stranger as she attempted to catch her breath. He was larger than she was by quite a bit and that made her uncomfortable in her current condition. Her ears were angled forward to catch his words if he decided to talk, but mostly she was shifting uncomfortably; standing wasn’t exactly the position her body wanted to be in just then. Truth be told, she would rather have been asleep. When the stranger finally did turn around, she did a bit of a double-take as she continued her assessment; his eyes looked like they were overcast. She blinked and looked again, but they didn’t change. Admittedly, the Alpha was a bit puzzled; she hadn’t encountered many wolves with eyes like that before. How could he see? It didn’t take long for her to realize that he couldn’t, actually; his eyes stared off into space beside her as he spoke, and she gave an amused chuckle. “Your nose is still fine, isn’t it?” It was a sarcastic question, but her tone was saturated with warm amusement. She didn’t hold it against him, but she certainly found it a bit odd that he had managed to miss the scent markers she was so careful about leaving at her borders. As the stranger took a step back from her, the small female laughed outright, “I understand you can’t see, but as I’m willing to believe you truly mean no harm you’re currently in front of a pregnant female roughly two-thirds your size.” It was strange to state that she was pregnant and Laya would have blushed if she were able. As it was, a pleased, shy sort of smile crept onto her face. I’m really pregnant… Her tail began wagging cautiously; it wasn’t often that she actually showed any emotion and the genuine quality of this one caught her a bit off-guard. “You’re losing your touch…” “I’m sorry, did you say something?” she asked politely, pulled from her thoughts by that voice from earlier. She didn’t think he had, but she hadn’t been paying proper attention. What the hell was going on? Laya’s attention was completely diverted from her surroundings, though, and she didn’t notice the faint snap of a twig off to the side as a hungry fox wandered the woods, searching for food. The creature hadn’t eaten in days at the point when it smelled the pregnant female. It decided to investigate. Having seen how the wolves were positioned, it crouched down and waited, sure there would be an opportunity soon; the female was small enough that it had no doubt it could take her without too much trouble and it was desperate enough that a sure meal would be worth the wait. Licking its lips, it continued to watch the pair. to;; Rosto muse;; blah thoughts;; Meh, this is very short. I'm very tired, though. I won't be able to reply until next Sunday at the earliest, I'm sorry. But at least the fox is in there now! (feel free to use him as well ;]) words;; 472

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Rosto's Wrath

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He could feel her eyes on him and for a moment, it made his skin crawl under all that heavy coat. Rosto had never been one for being stared at. He’d dealt with it his whole life and never had anything different happen. Rosto was just a side show, something to stare at even if he didn’t see himself as such. Often times that was all anyone would do to him was stare. Rosto hated that feeling, of being a freak for anyone to stare at openly. It made him want to run away or better yet, rip their throat out. It didn’t have to matter how he was being looked at. Horror and pity were two things he couldn’t stand in this life of his, but he couldn’t bear to end his life either. He was a survivor and he had much to prove in this lifetime. Rosto had to prove to himself that he was not a cowardly beast that hid while someone near and dear was killed before his eyes. However, Rosto stood his ground now and waited to see what this female would say to him. It seemed he wouldn’t have to wait long though and that was a pleasing thought.

A smile slide over his features and he could only imagine that it did light up his features as he’d been told it did by his adoptive family. His tail wagged lightly in his amusement and Rosto gave a slow shrug of his shoulders. “I guess I lost track of what I was doing and didn’t pay heed to what my nose had picked up.” A sheepish look crossed Rosto’s face, but the smile remained. He’d never felt sheepish about anything in the whole of his life. It just wasn’t part of his nature to be shy and look embarrassed about something he’d done. “You could say that I’m a bit oblivious at times, especially when I have other things on my mind.” Rosto dropped his head down, a respectful gesture, but also one that showed he was ashamed of his own weakness. His head came up after a moment though; it wasn’t a time for him to be ashamed of himself. If anything if gave him something to work on in his own being. Shame was a word that someone like him should not know and should no greet so readily. He stood proud now and listened for more words or actions.

Rosto turned his head and huffed lightly. “Well, I guess I need to work on that then don’t I.” A soft, delicate chuckle left his lips. No, he didn’t laugh, not like he should have. He saw it as giving away far too much and he wasn’t willing or ready to do that. Not with or around anyone. “I don’t mean harm of course. Here, I’ll even give you my name. It’s Rosto’s Wrath, but I prefer Rosto.” Now, a laugh did leave his vocals, though it was humorless and desolate. It he wasn’t sure of himself right now. Sure, he did mean no harm, but something none threatening could be taken as a threat by him. Having a lack of sight did that to someone. All it took was a small step, the wrong step from him to feel like there was a threat on the breeze. He wouldn’t do that now of course. Taking a deep breath, he allowed his mind to empty of all those horrible thoughts and ideas. Now was really not the time or his hair would be standing on end and if his hair was standing on end, well then she would see him as a threat as well. Rosto didn’t feel the need to spill blood right now.

That pale hued skull tilted to the side as he turned his features back toward her, “No. I didn’t say anything.” Mild confusion colored his face, but was quick to disappear. He’d heard about what had happened with this leader and the stone. He wasn’t sure what it was that she got, but he knew she’d gained something from it. Rosto shook himself out, loosening up muscles that had once been tight and now was not the time for that. Rosto needed to be able to move if the need arose, because if he wasn’t limber and something happened, well he wouldn’t be able to defend himself from any danger that might arise. Danger was not something Rosto needed to be in and the air reeked of something deadly, something that could happen at any moment and that was about the time he used his magic. Those nearly blind eyes were suddenly able to see, at least the warm blooded things anyways. A low rumbling growl rose up in Rosto’s chest as he spotted the fox. He couldn’t do anything though, not without making this she-wolf feel threatened by his sudden attack, even if it wasn’t directed at her. So, he watched the fox with his thermal vision, but listened for this vixen to speak once more.

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words -- 840
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muse -- good

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