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[scotsman]

It had only been a few months since he had been traveling. A few months since everything he knew was taken from him. He carefully padded through the trees unsure of where he was going or what he was doing. His left shoulder hurt and ached, his paws were cracked and bleeding from the endless walking. A breeze swept through the trees and he stopped to enjoy it. The young wolf opened his single wing to let the air blow through the black feathers. His red fur rippled as the breeze ended. He dipped his head then folded his wing back. Anytime he opened his wing memories would flood in of that day. Why did I have to be different? Why did my father have to be from a different pack? A feeling of hatred for his father overtook him then subsided into a flood of sadness.Why did I have to leave mother? He stepped down to a small stream to quench his thirst, then he lost his footing and fell down into the shallow water. As he tried to stand up his right front paw hurt.Why does everything keep happening to me? frustrated, tired, and lonely he let out deep mournful howl not thinking of what might hear him.

[destra]

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[atrb=width,315][atrb=height,658][atrb=background,http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w110/icehawk3252/desmid.png] [scrolly:h(400),w(300),as(position:relative; top: -43px; left:3px; margin:5px;padding:3px;)sy] Softly the wind played through the dark fae’s fur, playing a soft song in her ears that she alone could hear as she talked to the wind, called it forth to cool her in the thick warm summer heat. No matter how hot or cold it got though the golden forest seemed to never be deterred into losing its color. Even now the sunlight passed through the leaves, speckling the forest floor with intricate patterns of light and darkness. In the shade of one of the golden trees Destra stood smiling with her ears tipped forward as she watched nature sway in her breeze. She watched the earth at her paws where a small worm inched, its long body stretching and contracting and slithering from under the earth to the surface. Then a low mournful howl full of frustration sounded near Destra, the sound was distinctly male and it seemed the song was twinged with pain. So quickly she left her slimy earth friend and padded silently through the woods, keeping to the dark shadows until she reached the small stream where she found the owner of the cry. The brute seemed to have fallen, with only one wing and a fairly battered frame he seemed slightly pathetic. Still the fae knew better than to let appearances fool the mind and kept her distance, her fur slightly on raised. ”hello” her dark voice was quiet, barely audible to herself over the dribble of the creek. ”are you okay?” she questioned, slowly slipping into the light a pawstep. Her crimson eyes flashed, fear speckling the defiant defense that lived there, the question lingering in her visage. words; 275 tagged; none notes; Well hello there :3 talkingthoughts [/scrolly]

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[scotsman]

Igneel looked up when he heard another's voice. A wolf stood off in the distance, it seemed sizing him up. He heard the female wolf ask if he was alright. He was not sure if he should trust the wolf seeing as the last wolves he had known treated him like he was a monster.
I'm fine I think He quickly looked himself over and tested his paw to see if it was ok. As he put pressure on it however pain shot up his leg.I think I may have hurt my paw though.
He laid down next to the stream.Who are you and why did you come to me? He wanted to be sure he could trust the wolf before he relaxed if he had to fight he would be in trouble.

[destra]

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[atrb=width,315][atrb=height,658][atrb=background,http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w110/icehawk3252/desmid.png] [scrolly:h(400),w(300),as(position:relative; top: -43px; left:3px; margin:5px;padding:3px;)sy] Destra squinted her crimson eyes at the new brute, not quite relying on his reaction of pain. The look that crossed his muzzle seemed true, yet one can never be too careful when dealing with strangers. She took a step forward, analyzing his paw closer. The swelling was evident compared to his other forepaw and she nodded slightly, “you’d be right, seems as though you’ve sprained it.” she sighed. The slightly younger brute flopped to the edge of the swift water and although she knew she would quickly regret it she stepped closer to him, her muzzle low and her ears back without threat. ”My name is Destra, I was only a few paces away when you howled, it sounded as though he needed help and so I came.” Destra explained and it seemed as though this stranger was just as wary as she if not more so. If he was so inclined to put her off while he was simply lying there, seemingly completely helpless then he was either extremely cocky or sure of himself. After the oddities Destra had noticed she was more inclined to believe the later, ”may I approach? Your foot should heal on its own but it would be wise for me to check.” her voice remained calm but the stress of seriousness pushed her point words; 223 tagged; none notes; none talkingthoughts [/scrolly]

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[scotsman]

He wasnt sure if he could trust this wolf at all, however his paw was starting to hurt even worse than before. I guess I have no choice. He lifted his paw towards her, Alright you can check it. He watched her every move watching for any sign of agression but as he watched he only noticed that she may be just as cautious as he was. He started to let his guard down for a second then stopped himself. No I cant let my guard down, not after mother. He tensed back up as he watched her come closer.

[destra]

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[atrb=width,315][atrb=height,658][atrb=background,http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w110/icehawk3252/desmid.png] [scrolly:h(400),w(300),as(position:relative; top: -43px; left:3px; margin:5px;padding:3px;)sy] Cautiously and more scared of a stranger than usual, Destra slipped forward. One paw in front of the other, tail starting to curl under. Her small size compared to the new brute terrified her. Sure, she was fast, she had strong jaws but there was no possibility of defending herself and succeeding should he decide she’s gotten to close. Just in case, she lowered her head, her eyes adverted and flicking from side to side while her ears rotated back; every movement was that of submission, if you can’t fight them, join them. She supposed that’s the way it worked but shrugged it off; her approach may have been important to the entire way that the male reacted but not so much so that she had to think and plan every single movement. Finally, she reached the male who held out his paw and noticed his posture, at first he had seemed to relax with her kind gesture then just as quickly re-tensed as if anxious to replace the wall that he put up between himself and the outside world. ’nothing can hurt you if it doesn’t know you’ Destra thought grimly to herself, cautiously sniffing at the brute’s paw. ”You never did tell me your name.” she inquired quietly, her voice was soft and sweet, a delicate soprano dipping into a treble. Still, she continued to gently prod the his paw with her nose, searching for a sign of a break and also searching for where he could have possibly sprained the joint. Meanwhile, she watched the male, watching for his reactions, watching for the bunching of muscles to warn her of an attack, watched for pain to cross his muzzle and into his eyes. words; 303 tagged; none notes; none talkingthoughts [/scrolly]

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