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 Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 5:19 pm
Calla strode out into the warm spring air, now more than ever she wished it could be just chilly enough for her to have an excuse to grab a jacket. Once again she was going to get a larger uniform, trying to keep up with her changing weight was like trying to catch a fly with a blindfold on and using vinegar. All ready her morning and been the worst yet and she knew more was going to come, today she got the feeling that she was going to be hating Alister more than she usually did. And it was made all the worse by the fact that she didn't even have anyone to b***h to. Not that she'd particularly had a large social circle in New Eve but still, she'd had a select person or two she could always go to when she needed to complain about life in general. Here in White Shadow all she had was Alister, and she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't smash his nose through his brain if she saw him right now, mostly due to the fact that everything she wanted to b***h about was all his fault.
What am I? Chopped liver?
Yes.
Ahh c'mon, can I at least be a good rabbit?
No.
Obviously her terse tone had worked because WoodWhisp finally left her be, veering to his right and probably heading for the training field and his usual bushy fortress that he would be spending the rest of the day in. Because heaven knows that the wolf was good for absolutely nothing, lazy sack of fat. And that was when Calla knew that she was in a really bad mood. Realizing now was probably not a good time for her to try and get a new uniform, she'd probably take her pent up frustrations out on whoever was running inventory at the moment, Calla instead headed for the back of the fort. Eventually she found herself at the very same tree where she'd found Alister for the first time. It was almost funny that the very man she hated most had come to be the focus of her life in such a short amount of time. So much so that even the place she went to cool down had something to do with him. Shrugging off the thought she simply pulled herself up into the tree, relaxing against the wood and pulling out a small black book that she began to write in furiously, making a quickly growing list of everything she was angry at today.
WoodWhisp didn't need any more prompting; he knew when he wasn't wanted. He also knew that today was probably not a good day to be anywhere near his rider. So instead he headed for the training fields, there was a good stock in of new pups, his own included, and it would probably do him some good to watch their training. He was a Beta now, and in a way he felt obligated to keep a check on his packs training and practice. Why the devil Calla had thought he would make a good Beta he would never know, but it was a little late to consider that now so all he could do was go about living up to his title. At least he had Twilight push him along and tell him exactly what it was that was expected of him. Bossing him around, that was certainly something she was good for.
WoodWhisp shook his head, wonderful Calla's foul mood was starting to rub off on him. Well, he wouldn't let it, he was better than that. Scanning the field he spotted a pup not far off who seemed to be practicing lunges, it's rider nearby yelling out instructions. But of course, humans knew nothing about how to lunge and he was teaching the pup all wrong. Know this was just practice, as there was no mentor anywhere close watching, WoodWhisp decided this was a good opportunity to inspire loyalty from his pack.
Tail down, back legs tense. He stated simply, kneeling down beside the pup and showing him what he was doing wrong.
Abigail ran laps around the training field, training to take off some of the wait that she had gained throughout the winter months. It was strange how the countless pounds so easily put on were so incredibly difficult to burn off. If she had half a brain, though, which was questionable to say the least, then she would eventually either give up all of the fatty foods during the winter or not abandon exercise just because it had gotten a bit chilly. She had already gotten a couple of inches off of her belly so that it didn't make fat rolls when she sat down, but there was still quite a bit of flab there. That was, Abigail's torso wasn't accentuated by the washboard abs she was used to. It was funny how it was the same routine every year. She would work out religiously in the spring and summer to burn off winter fat, exercise less in the fall and then stop again completely in the winter. The very small part of her brain that was logical said that she should stop this madness, but another, obviously more prominent part said that a routine that had worked so well in the past had no reason to change.
HailWing laid somewhere in the bushes to the side of the training arena, avoiding EmeraldWind like the plague. She hadn't wanted commitment or any type of relationship. Why did she have to sleep the one wolf on the face of the planet that just wasn't okay with that? And that was without even mentioning the several wolf pups that were growing inside her uterus right now. One time, that was all it took. If any of her pups turned out to be female, HailWing would be sure to let them know, even if she had to wait until they learned about language and go all the way to New Eve to get the message across, she would gladly do it if it would keep them from making the same mistake.
That wasn't to say that she wouldn't love her pups. It was possible that in the future, she could learn to love them. It was strange to think it herself, but HailWing couldn't love them now, not when they were the result of one night's misfortune. HailWing wasn't ready to be a mother, not ready at all. That she kept it from both her rider, the person she was supposed to be closest to, and the father was evidence of that much. Was her own mother proud to have pups? Surely, she would have been proud to have a pup like Stardust. But Hail was... With all of her studying and all of her training, she was still only a Gamma. No matter what she did, Hail would never advance past what her size would allow and it was frustrating as hell.
Abigail turned at the corner of the track, breathing in loud, uneven gasps. Why was this always so miserably difficult? Breathing heavily, she allowed herself a moment's rest, slowing down momentarily. When she sped up again, she felt her right foot catch on something, tumbling forward and unintentionally doing a single, perfect, somersault before coming to a halt, limbs sprawled every which way on the ground. She lifted her head to see the cause of her misfortune. "Awwww, shoot!" She sat up and lifted her knee toward her abdomen, moving her foot closer so that she could re-tie her shoe. To think that all that was the result of an untied shoe lace. Abigail stood and tried to fix her hair, but in the end, didn't manage to do much other than pull out a couple of small sticks.
Hearing a bit of rustling, she looked up, noticing a tree a little bit to her right. Someone was up there, furiously scribbling notes into a black notebook. That short brown hair and bulging tummy could have only meant one person: Calla Bianchi. She was the first rider to get pregnant in a long while. It didn't take a brain surgeon to tell that news would get around fast. She looked upset. Logic would have told Abigail to keep her distance, but seeing as how that had no place in her brain, she walked closer. "Howdy, cowgirl," she said, not realizing that, to someone who didn't know the history of that term, it might be taken offensively. Abigail waved a dirt-covered hand toward her. "And what're you up to?" In a short amount of time Calla had made quite the long list and didn't seem to be slowing down. Sure, some of them were repeats, Alister's name was on there a good handful of time she knew, but it was helping her feel even a little bit better. It didn't help that White Shadow was so terribly dull compared to New Eve. She'd spent her entire wolfriding life in New Eve and had grown used to the eggshell walking and constant commotion that came from having completely apeshit Alpha's and Captains. White Shadow seemed to quiet and laid back in comparison that she had developed a case of chronic patrolling. Her constant need to be doing something productive had begun to drive WoodWhisp crazy, he'd never been one to do a whole lot when he didn't have to so this sudden spike in made-up work was really starting to get to him. And on top of that she'd had and extremely terrible morning and every time she moved she felt the buttons of her shirt against her skin and, being one who always wore her uniform slightly loose, was now feeling fat on top of everything else.
So it didn't help in the least when Abigail came over and informed her she was a cowgirl, whatever the devil that was supposed to mean Calla decided to take it as a slur against her weight and immediately lashed out.
"Is that how you address your commanding officer here in White Shadow? Calling them fat?" She snapped, slamming the book down on her lap, "It's a wonder this fort is even still standing!" she glared down at whoever it was that had interrupted and it was then that she recognized the familiar drawl that had interrupted and placed it with the face of Abigail who stood beneath her. A wave of shame brushed briefly across Calla's cheeks as she gave a weak smile down towards the woman she liked to consider a friend. Of course 'cowgirl' hadn't been an insult, it was just Abigail's unusual obsession with farming history that she'd picked up various slang and terminology. "Sorry Abigail, this morning hasn’t been the greatest, don't take it personally." She apologized, stuffing the book back into her bag and dropping out of the tree. She hit the ground with a powerful thud and found herself off balance, stumbling sideways a bit before falling backwards into a pile of half-melted slush and mud. At that moment, as the mud sank through her pants, Calla was just fed up with the whole thing. She felt almost like a six-year old who had decided that piano lessons were too hard and she just wanted to quite but mommy wouldn't let her. It took all her effort not to burst into tears right there in front of her subordinate officer.
A few lunges later the pup seemed to be getting the hang of it, and as WoodWhisp gave him one last example of technique he failed to take into considering how close he was to the edge of the fort. Lunging forward ha careened straight through the bushes and slammed nose first into the wall. At that point everything went kinda blurry and back for a few moments. All he could think was that he hoped he hadn't damaged the wall and that the pup wouldn't fallow this particular example and come careening after him. WoodWhisp groaned as he felt another furry body beside him, it seemed the pup had come after him after all. But as he forced his orange eyes open he spotted flashes of ice blue fur and a shape far to large to be a pup. Good god how long exactly had he been unconscious? Had no one thought to go get Calla? Where was Calla? Where was he for that matter… nothing seemed to be fitting together quite right at this point in time so WoodWhisp decided maybe he should just shut his eyes again, maybe something would start making sense in the dark…
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 6:17 pm
Hearing Calla's reaction to her friendly greeting, Abigail raised her eyebrows. "Fat?" Another exasperated comment from Calla. Abigail knew she was pregnant, but she didn't know it came with both moodiness and paranoia. Also, tendencies to make strange accusations. Abigail couldn't think of anything that she had said in the last minute that might have let Calla come to that conclusion. Honestly, nothing at all! Either being pregnant was making Calla crazy or being a sergeant with Alister was. After a little thought, Abigail came to the conclusion that both were working to the same end. Calla's poor mind was doomed. After being assured that Calla's lash wasn't personal (as if Abigail would ever take it personally without jumping to some other, more dramatic conclusion first), she smiled. "Aw, don't worry about. Ah know Ali's got yer panties in a bunch," Abigail replied, again totally oblivious to any way it could be taken other than what was obvious in her mind.
Abigail was about to offer to help Calla down from the tree, but it seemed that the other woman thought it a better idea just to jump out, stumbling backward into a pile of slushy snow. She laughed. She couldn't help it. Calla was a sergeant, after all, and it was probably the most hilarious thing she'd ever see her do (which didn't involve chasing Alister down with a loaded gun). Wiping happy tears from her eyes, she plopped into the snow and mud right next to her wayward friend and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Ya know, you're all right." Abigail gave Calla's shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "Soggy butt an' all."
HailWing closed her eyes and let her mind wander, putting a mental barricade around the subjects of EmeraldWind and her unborn pups. She'd done enough thinking about that and it hadn't gotten her anywhere. Her mind swam through various subjects, such as the various things she had to memorize and remind Abigail of at the worst possible moment or ways to terrorize her rider that she wouldn't actually put into action. It was difficult to tell how long she had been thinking, but at this point, she was bordering on sleep. Just as HailWing was about to drift off, she heard a crash and felt another furry body beside her. Her eyes shot open and a low rumble went through her throat. I've been found! She lifted her head and turned it around to see WoodWhisp, the fort's Beta. The rumbling stopped immediately. Ah! My apologies, Beta. I didn't realize it was you. Her posture was already low, so she didn't have to change it. That was strange. Why was he closing his eyes? ...Are you all right? She didn't particularly care, but she really didn't want to take responsibility for him.
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 7:35 pm
Calla had never known what to think about Abigail, from the moment she had approached her and the lieutenant on the day Calla had arrived at the fort, after her transfer had been finalized. Everything Calla knew about her led her to believe that the woman wasn't quite all there in the head. But she was a good, reliable Wolfrider, not to mention one of the most friendly people Calla knew.
But that didn't mean Calla wasn't surprised when Abigail plopped herself right down in the mud next to her. When Abigail tossed an arm around her and laughed the Sergeant couldn't help but chuckle a little herself. "Thanks Abigail. I needed that right now." Called tossed her own arm around Abigail and hugged the woman. Sure her foul mood hadn't completely dissipated, but she was feeling better. Sure it was the most unofficial move she'd made since her promotion to Sergeant, but right now she didn't right care. She didn't want to be in charge, she didn't want to be a Sergeant. Not today, not right now. She'd live up to the title she'd earned, but right now she just wanted to be Calla, and days like this didn't come often. So for today she would just relax, or at least try to.
"It's just that men can be so frustrating sometimes, y'know?" She sighed and looked up at the grey sky with a sigh. She hadn't even run into Alister yet today, she had just been angry when she woke up and discovered her uniform didn't quite fit anymore. It was kind of like the straw the broke the horses back, she'd woken up looking for something to be angry about and Alister had always been the best scapegoat. Everyone knew her certainly made her mad enough often enough for him to be her first target. She has just fed up with his attitude and his rudeness and today was one of the days she was seriously regretting killing him.
Orange eyes flickered open rapidly as Hailwing spoke to him. Beta? Why was she calling him Beta?
Everything came rushing back to him along with the spitting head ache though. I'm fine Hailwing…I think. He shook his head from side to side, wishing the pain would go away. He was sure the fields at New Eve were farther away from the wall than the ones at White Shadow. WoodWhisp pulled himself up, tucking his paws under him. He didn't trust himself to try and stand up just yet, he was sure he'd only end up falling down and know his luck just hurting himself again. Please, call me WoodWhisp. Between just you and I, Twilight's the real Beta here. I'm just along for the ride. Okay so that wasn't exactly a big secret, WoodWhisp was more interested in communicating with the pack and relaying what he learned to the Alpha's instead of actually trying to hold his rank over them. He didn't see himself as separated for the pack, he only saw himself as a respected member, and he respected the rest of the pack in kind.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:07 pm
Abigail raised an eyebrow. What exactly was it that Calla needed? Well, she had just given her a hug, sort of. That was probably it. She smiled. "S'what Ah'm here for," she replied, leaning her head against Calla's shoulder momentarily before removing her arm and readjusting her seat in the mud. Whatever had been bothering Calla before, not that Abigail had given it much thought, it seemed like it had gotten a bit better and that made her happy. Angry people were always difficult to deal with. Some people liked to call Abby dumb, but at least she wasn't spending her life moping around like some worthless, steaming pile of cow dung. For what it was worth, she'd rather be stupid and happy than smart and miserable. However people thought of her, that was their business and she'd just as soon have them keep it to themselves.
Abigail nodded to Calla in agreement. "Ah know what ya mean, especially when they got one o' them crooked things," Abigail replied, holding a hand up and making a hook with her first finger to demonstrate. "Ah mean, I know it's not their fault er anythin', but it's mighty hard tryin' ta do yer business with a thing like that." Before seeing it first hand, she hadn't even known things like that existed. Abby wondered briefly what kind of gestation a kid had to have gone through to end up with something like that. Maybe his father was abusive and gave his mother a good punch in the gut late in her pregnancy. Or a good poke. Abigail didn't claim to know anything about babies, although she always had find them to be the most adorable things in the world.
After a little bit of thought, Abigail decided that this conversation was taking a turn for a subject that people generally found uncomfortable. She couldn't help it. It's just where her mind always went when she was talking about those of the male persuasion. Come to think of it, whenever any of her "guy friends" came over, that was all they talked about, even if their little dates didn't lead to "this and that". In any case, Calla hadn't said anything about feeling uncomfortable, but if she did, Abigail would have to start thinking about what other things they might talk about. She wondered fondly what kind of names Calla had picked out, depending on the baby's gender. That was it, she decided. If Calla wanted to change the subject, that was what she'd talk about.
HailWing avoided WoodWhisp's eyes. It could have been a respect thing, but that wasn't why she'd done it. Hail never did like to look into anyone's eyes. Call it a nervous habit. Good to hear, she replied, her tone flat and disinterested. She hadn't intended it to be, but that seemed to be the way that it always came out. I can respect that, but forgive me if I don't comply around Twilight or the Alphas. I imagine that they're strict about such things. Being that WoodWhisp was acting so lenient, he shouldn't have a problem with it, especially if he knew what kind of punishment the other wolves were capable of. They might show some mercy for a pregnant wolf, but she certainly wasn't expecting it.
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:38 am
"Aint that the truth." Calla said, throwing up her hands in mock exasperation. She couldn't claim to quite know what Abigail was talking about but she was pretty sure she understood what she was saying. Men were a pain, in the end the only thing they were good for a bit of fun here and there, and of late Alister wasn't even useful for that. She was sure he was avoiding her, and she wasn't surprised. Every day she didn't seem him the thought of killing him seemed all the sweeter, but every time she saw him her resolve failed her, though she fought tooth and nail. She had failed even at her strongest, when she had descended entirely into her madness. She had thought that would make it easier, and it had. But it hadn't been easy enough. Why was he still alive?
Calla kept these thoughts to herself, they weren't something she needed to burden Abi with. She would have to dig through those thoughts and file them out on her own, so for now she would just grin and smile along with Abigail. "Can't help but wonder why women have kept them around for so long. You'd think they'd have killed themselves off by now." The woman seemed to have no qualms with anything, considering she got herself nice and comfortable in the mud beside Calla. She couldn't help but wonder what it was that the woman thought about all the time, what kept her so happy? Every time she saw the woman she was cheerful, she pondered if the woman even had any other emotions. How was it she could just flip a switch and make everything better? Whatever it was it seemed to be infectious because Calla was already starting to feel a little bit better. She smiled gratefully at the woman, hopefully she'd be able to call this woman a friend at some point.
WoodWhisp seemed completely oblivious to Hailwing's flat tone, instead he just gave her a wolfish grin. I can understand that, in fact he quite could, considering what had happened after he'd failed to recognize the Alpha his first day in New Eve. Twilight understand my position, but the Alpha's can be quite strict. WoodWhisp shook his head. Sure his words could easily be taken as mutinous and insubordinate, but WoodWhisp wasn't worried about it. Everyone knew his opinions on power and how little he actually cared about who had it and who didn't. It wasn't like he would ever to out of his way to lie about his opinions or anything, lie never could bring happiness or change or anything useful so what was the point? Anyway, hiding from your rider? He asked, realizing he had completely failed to find out if Hailwing even wanted company right now. If not he could always find somewhere else to wait out this headache
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 3:39 am
Abigail's eyes widened in shock. "Ya mean... Ali's is-" She put her hand over her mouth. That was just terrible! "You poor thing!" Abigail exclaimed with a sympathetic expression. It hadn't occurred to her to be disturbed knowing such a thing about her cousin. It was Calla that she was worried about. Heavens knew how Calla managed to get pregnant. She felt the sudden urge to give the sergeant a reassuring hug, not that it would fix things much. Abigail didn't even think that there were any medical procedures to fix something like that. There wasn't much a person could do when it was crooked... unless they wanted to give it a good yank in the opposite direction of its curve. Even Abigail shuddered at that thought. Now that just sounded downright painful. Luckily enough, though, Calla changed the subject... somewhat. Okay, so not really.
That sure was an odd thing to say. Surely someone like Calla would know about the birds and the bees. Unless she'd eaten the stork, there was no mistaking that. Was she talking figuratively? Was it a joke? Abigail sure hoped it was because it would be awkward if Calla was attracted to women. It gave her the sudden inclination to scoot a few inches away. It wasn't that she had a problem with people of that persuasion, just that if Calla was trying to make a pass at her (and really, if there was any figurative beating around the bush, she would never figure it out anyway), then that was something she couldn't handle. No, she could probably handle it with a bright smile and immediately start talking about the weather or another equally dull subject. Abigail remembered one time when a particularly awkward conversation had started with Emi and Abigail had gone on a seven minute tangent about how to yoke bulls. She didn't dwell on that thought, though, and raised an eyebrow in bewilderment and amusement. "Why'd they kill themselves when they can kill the guys instead?"
Though it seemed that they had come to an agreement, HailWing supposed that she should acknowledge what he had said in some way. Although it looked like he didn't care about her tone, she didn't want him to think that she was ignoring him. That you understand is comforting. It sounded awkward coming out of her mouth, but if he didn't care about her tone, he probably wouldn't care much about what she said either, so long as it wasn't derogatory. When he asked if she was hiding from her rider, HailWing nearly rolled her eyes in annoyance, but kept herself from it. Her brain hadn't gone anywhere in the last five minutes. Not quite... Hail said, avoiding any real explanation. If he pushed the subject, then she would explain it in the least amount of detail possible, but she really hoped he wouldn't. Why did you attack the wall? Did it steal your lunch? HailWing bit her tongue, but it was too late to take it back.
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 1:49 pm
Now Calla was sure she didn’t have any idea what Abigail was talking about. Shaking her and deciding it was better to just let the conversation slide instead of attempting to ask for clarification, after all she had already learned that asking for clarifications from Abigail was always a bad idea in the end, but Abigail had already seemed to move onto a different subject. Though she knew that Abigail seemed to have misunderstood what Calla was trying to say. “That’s what I mea-“ She cut herself off there, was attempting to explain to Abigail that she had been attempting to make a joke really worth the effort? It wasn’t like it had been the best joke ever to begin with, “Y’know what, never mind it’s not important.” She shook her head, changing the subject right now would probably be in Calla’s best interest, considering the current track of conversation seemed to only be leading in some sort of very confusing circle and was already starting to give Calla a bit of a headache. Which really was the last thing she needed right now. But at least some of her anger had subsided, that was a bonus. It just seemed hard to be angry at anything around Abigail, as cheerful and seemingly naïve as the woman was, she seemed to be somewhat infectious.
“What brings you out Abigail?” She asked, her tone light as she braced herself against the tree and pulled herself out of the mud. As she had expected her pants were soaked, and so was the bottom of the bag she’d brought with her this morning. All it contained was her little notebook and paperwork she needed to get done. She had been sick of working in her office and had intended to find somewhere else, maybe outside, to get some work. She had been entertaining the idea of heading out to the pond her and WoodWhisp had found so long ago and working there, it was always peaceful and where she often went when she didn’t feel like dealing with the regularities of the fort. But instead she considered hanging out with Abigail for a bit, the paperwork wasn’t important and didn’t need to be done immediately. The only reason Calla had considered doing it was because she hated having paperwork piled up and cluttering her desk.
WoodWhisp had been about to ask her what she was up to hiding out in this convenient little bush-fort, but when she quipped up with a sarcastic comment he couldn’t help but break out into laughter. That is exactly what happened. Dastardly wall stole me food! It’s been at it for over a month now. I’m about to keel over of starvation! WoodWhisp was glad to have stumbled upon someone with a little sense of humor. Sure Twilight had a sense of humor when she wanted to but most of who he’d interacted with was the Alpha’s, and they were rather snappish and never ones to joke around. Once he was capable to see straight again he relaxed, it didn’t seem like Hailwing was going to shoo him off so he might as well get comfortable and hang out with someone who had no qualms about talking to him as if he were just another wolf in the pack.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 5:50 pm
Abigail watched as Calla stood, but didn't make any move to get up herself. She was still sort of catching her breath from her recent jog and even when sitting in the slush, she would rather have been sitting than standing at the moment. "Ah was tryin' ta do a couple laps around the track. I always seem ta get outta shape in the winter. It's like winter wants me ta be fat." Since frost bite of the butt seemed like a bad thing to have, Abigail decided to stand up. Likely, she'd have to go back to her barracks to change too. Abigail's expression brightened. Come to think of it, Calla hadn't ever been to her barracks, had she? Oh, there were so many things she was just dying to show her! Even if the woman was in a better mood now, she probably still didn't want to go back to her office. Abigail would give Calla just the kind of distraction she needed. She had just gotten back an order of sweets from the farms too.
Abigail stood, stretched a bit, and walked to Calla's side. "Ah don't suppose ya'd wanna get back ta yer office, so how about comin' to ma place ta dry off? There's gonna be cake involved." Abigail offered, dangling the information about the cake in front of her like a dog treat in front of a starving puppy. Abigail didn't know if Calla liked sweets at all, but being that the woman was pregnant, it probably wouldn't matter. From what Abigail knew, they were always hungry. Abigail didn't claim to know Calla's tastes, but the rations had never been Abigail's favorite foods. Rather than let that be the only bait to get Calla there, she also gave her best puppy dog pout, jutting out her lower lip, eyes widened and watery, looking up at her.
HailWing made a small smile and nearly laughed. She had never known Betas to be so untroubled by rank. If anything, those that were Betas before had been more troubled by it than the Alphas. Their rank wasn't decided by size and therefore, much more easily taken away. HailWing imagined that Betas would take full advantage of their slight superiority to Gammas for whatever short amount of time that they had it. Whatever the case, she was happy that WoodWhisp was less strict about those things and it was a comfort not to be looked down upon. I would offer you some food, but I'm already eating for several. He had asked earlier if she was hiding from her rider. Perhaps this would give him a hint as to who she was actually hiding from. WoodWhisp wasn't being stiflingly authoritative. He deserved some kind of reward for that.
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RainbowMagicMarker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:38 pm
Calla nodded knowingly. “You think you’re fat?” Calla asked, her tone joking but her words certainly serious, “Come back and see him in a couple months. Then talk to me about fat.” As much as she dreaded the idea she knew what was to come. Babies needed space and Calla was going to have to provide that space. Not to mention the extra weight she was already putting on. And the food, the constant need for food was starting to drive her insane. And not even logical food choices, yesterday she’d had a nice helping of pickles that she dipped in a bowl of sugar for lunch. She was about to offer Abigail a hand up, but the woman had already pulled herself back to her feet and stretched herself out. Granted even if she had offered Abigail probably wouldn’t have accepted, with some excuse about making a pregnant woman work or something like that. One could never tell with Abigail.
And then Abigail offered a reprieve from her work. Resting her hand thoughtfully on the bag at her side Calla was tempted to refuse. She was off to get a new uniform anyway so drying off wasn’t a problem, but then the woman hit directly in her weak spot. Abigail offered cake. Again the need for food kicked in and Calla was all over that idea. She didn’t even really care what kind of cake, only that there was going to be cake and she was going to be eating it. Abigail won this time. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt.” She agreed, completely looking over the puppy dog face and simply nodding. “Lead the way, my friend.” She smiled, the paperwork would wait.
WoodWhisp’s eyes widened slightly. Gazing at HailWing curiously, Anyone I know? He asked lightly. He made to claim to be good pals with every wolf in the fort. But Calla had at least made sure he knew all their names. She had drilled him on it for weeks before the two had even transferred over to White Shadow. WoodWhisp was just glad that HailWing seemed to be relaxing, if only a little. He wasn’t particularly fond of being at odds with anyone, not that he had any idea why he had been at odds with HailWing. What ever it was though she seemed to have gotten over it, and he wasn’t about to go and bring it up. Though he still had no idea why she was off hiding, there seemed to be a reason but she didn’t seem to want to tell him. Ah well, hopefully he’d find out before she shooed him away. Not that he was entirely sure he could walk away at all, his head was still ringing a bit after his fight with the wall. At this point he finally decided he had thoroughly lost.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 1:51 pm
Abigail laughed heartily. "Fat 'n preggo are two different things. Ya get a cute lil' baby out o' pregnancy. Fat's jus' fat. Either way, there's more o' ya ta love," she explained. Abigail had always been fond of babies and children and she had never been opposed to getting pregnant or fat or anything like that, but being out of shape did tend to hinder one on the battlefield and goodness knew she didn't want to put any extra weight on HailWing as small as she was. As much love as someone as big as Abigail had gotten, it was a surprise she hadn't gotten pregnant. There certainly wasn't any shortage of sperm. It was probably better that she didn't have children, though. She would have to quit drinking and find babysitters when she went off to battle. Not to mention, there was always the chance that one day, after a battle, she wouldn't come back. As much as Abigail would adore any children she had, a wolf rider really wasn't a suitable parent. Thinking of that, she became a little more aware of the burden that was on Calla right now.
When Calla agreed, Abigail could have jumped for joy, but after that run, she was feeling pretty tired and her muscles didn't need any more strain. That was her excuse anyway. It was probably just laziness. "Great! I also got some Pecan pie, peach cobbler, and that thing with the chocolate pudding and the whipped cream.. Ah can't remember the name now, but it's good," she said, starting in the direction of her barracks. She couldn't remember if it was messy or not, but she rarely cleaned, so it probably was. Then again, Abigail spent most of her free time either on the training field or in the hall. That was, when she didn't have any visitors.
HailWing wasn't mad at WoodWhisp or anything, though before, she had been in a bit of a weird mood, but that was a bit of information that she wasn't ready to divulge. If he had been friends with EmeraldWind, he would likely already know the relationship that he and HailWing may or may not have had. That is to say, HailWing didn't know if she loved him or what. Heck, right now, she didn't even know if she liked him. Probably, she answered. He was a Beta, after all. EmeraldWind had been here quite a while. The would likely have at least met and she didn't want the information getting around to him until she was ready to tell him herself. If you picked up any advice from Twilight about raising pups, I'd be happy to hear it. As it is, I'm a bit lost at how to go about things. It was obvious attempt to change the subject, though not completely veering away. The pups wouldn't be born for a while, but it never hurt to be prepared.
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