|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 9:35 am
 He didn't sleep so much as he had nightmares. Closed his eyes, and the memories would come back to haunt him until he woke up hours later, with not even a tiny sliver of restedness to show for his night terrors.
It had been almost two years, and still she haunted him. Jahka would wonder if she was still alive, if their puppies had ever survived. It made him sick whenever he hoped they hadn't. Because if they had lived and grown under that monster's tutelage, they were no longer his children, but monsters themselves.
But then he would remember the words of the giant red and black male who had claimed kinship with Moirai. He would remember Deimos' vow to save and protect his pups, and deep down, he hoped that his pups were safe, that they had grown into proper adults, and were living a life free of their mother's madness.
Each day he thought about this upon waking from his nightmares, wandering aimlessly, hunting rarely, and barely keeping himself alive. But he was determined to live, even if his soul had been scarred just as his body had been.
And even though females now terrified him....he still yearned for them. Still ached to have a mate that would care for him. Still missed the delightful pain a trusted partner could give him, to sate his masochistic desires.
Sighing, Jahka continued on his way, unknowingly deep into the heart of a pack where he would find plenty of females . . .
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 11:16 am
 Beelu had been away from the pack, doing what she did best. Earning her keep. As crafter, it was her job to create items for pack members to wear and she had to get those items somewhere. She had found just the place, but what she did was an embarrassment to her, thus she often insisted on going alone and she didn't always come back with something.
That collar around her neck was still intact and was part of the reason she did what she did so well. At first, she hadn't been sure why she didn't struggle to remove it, when she had escaped. Now, she was thankful she didn't. The human settlement, that was her usual target, was becoming accustomed to her appearances, assuming that she was owned by someone who lived amongst them. Her docile and friendly nature, something she had learned during her time living as a "dog," helped her to blend in and to become some other critter they were used to seeing around. She put great care into never stealing while being observed and was equally cautious about escaping with her items, thus she wasn't considered a nuisance.
Er, at least for the time being. She hoped that stealth would continue to aid her and that the game would be on for some time. Other times, she merely went for socializing and studying the locals, deciding where to snag the best materials. It was this careful planning that had blessed her with the lovely, carved bead necklaces that dangled from her maw as she plodded back into her pack's territory.
The crafter slowed as an unfamiliar scent hit her sensitive nose. Male, of that she was certain. The oddball slowed her pace and followed her nose, tracking the stranger the best she could. When her emerald eyes caught sight of him, she cleared her throat in a rumble and hoped he had heard. Part of her wanted to tell him to go away, but part of her wanted to bring him to the pack. Strange feelings for the still slightly new-ish female, who was equally odd as she seemed to often associate more with the servants of the pack, than her Sisters. She couldn't quite explain it, but simply went on with her day to day life, content with making pretty trinkets and observing those within the pack, hoping that social skills would one day rub off on her, the not quite wolf, but not quite dog.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 6:31 pm
Jahka's ears pricked at the growl, and he slowly turned, not seeing the wolf that had made the noise at first. His brain felt slow, muddled, and he gave a slow blink of his eyes, trying to focus on the shadows of the foliage.
"Who's there?" he called out, voice hoarse from lack of use. When was the last time he had spoken to another wolf? Weeks? No, months. Maybe even a year. He had seen them, sure, but always from afar. Jahka always kept his distance, for fear of the wolf being female, and wicked just as Moirai had been.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 10:00 pm
She couldn't very well speak with the crafted articles dangling from her maw and, though she was loath to put them down, she had to do just that to continue. She shifted her dark frame forward a few more paces, making herself more obvious to the stranger, and plopped the strands of beads beneath her in a gentle fashion. She placed one paw over them and did her best to appear as though she weren't as skittish as she truly was.
"Beelu. That is what they call me, yes. Who are you? Why do you come this way? I belong here. Er, to the pack that resides here. Awful close, yes, you're awful close to the heart." She bristled slightly, her eyes tracing each movement the stranger made. She was afraid of him, er, well, what damage he could do if the meeting turned sour. He didn't really seem that dangerous, however, and it was that that gave her a slight sense of ease and allowed her to carry on. He was male. He was supposed to be lesser and she braver.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
