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Willowed Glade | Early winter | Afternoon | Overcast | Looking for wolves, looking for answers

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Kyra Daniels Chris Staff
 

((Going to assume given their agreement to stick close that Nero and/or Saelys are nearby offscreen, may be able to be scented :)))

Sticking to Nero’s plan, Kyra was on the lookout for other wolves.

She stared down at herself, hardly comprehending the wolf looking back at her. She didn’t look a great deal like her father, the only parent she had any visual memory of. Except for maybe her eyes, her eyes were the same colour. But her face shape was totally different to his, far longer and leaner and more feminine. She hadn’t realized silver had sprouted on her face. She was sure last time she looked she was pretty much solid black.

Her mother had left when she was so young, Kyra didn’t recall exactly what she looked like. But it was Antonia the young girl resembled more now, at least in fur colour. She had inherited her father’s towering height. Given Kyra was still underweight, and lean to begin with, that was even more emphasized.

Kyra sighed, got to her paws, and began to weave through the pools without looking down again. She had to find somebody who knew more about this area and tell her brother and sister what she found out.


Jun 14, 2018 01:51 AM

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Maeve Morris Zoi
 

The smell of wolves all around the lake was not a surprise, but it was almost enough to make her want to drive back up the mountain and spend further time with the gimp male. He had been a time and a half, and she found herself waiting for her sister to reappear.

The thought of going South and passing by the range left her cold, although she yearned for the familiarity of the ocean as well. The gorge had been a home, for a little while. She doubted Bucky even remembered her, by this point; he had been too swept up in being a ranger.

The fairly confident stride to her toward the lakeside was why she almost missed the shadow looming at the edge. The black limber bitch was clearly out of her element, but Maeve herself looked off. In many ways, she moved like a coyote when there was a speed component - long, stretched out toward the ground almost in a cringed position.

But her eyes stuck to the shadow once she had been revealed, and the girl half circled back, closing in with fascination. The scents clinging with her told her of a trio; it remarked of her own sibling adventure that had ended in cruel oblivion.


Jun 16, 2018 11:16 AM — Post #1

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Kyra Daniels Chris Staff
 

There was somebody nearby.

Kyra searched without success, scanning visually, half uncertain and half rigid in her stance. Kyra stopped walking and pivoted, searching, feeling defensive without being sure why.

Maybe she needed to act more like a princess, and not like anyon’s victim.

“Show yourself.” She called the command in a low voice. “I don’t like be stalked.” 


Jun 17, 2018 07:55 AM — Post #2

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Maeve Morris Zoi
 

Maeve allowed the call out to be enough, and the amusement seemed to tickle. The demand that echoed out of her lips was enough that Maeve humored the poor little black girl if anything because the bite in her voice reminded her of a pale shadow of Tita.

Not stalking,” The words echoed out of her hoarse voice as she broke into the open, straightening herself as she slowed to a stop. Eyes lingered on the younger girl, and her tail flagged out restlessly.

Looking at.

A pause.

I had a black sister, once.


Jun 17, 2018 08:03 AM — Post #3

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Kyra Daniels Chris Staff
 

Well, this was clearly a poor specimen of a wolf, and Kyra half wished she hadn’t bothered and left her skulking in the shadows. She wasn’t in a social mood, despite needing to find out some things. And she didn’t speak well, either.

Kyra wondered briefly if there was a herb that would have helped her, if it wasn’t winter.

Something in her softened slightly when the older female spoke of having a black sister. “I’ve got three.” She returned, though technically it wasn’t true, but Cerys was gone now and her fur colour would never been known by this wolf.

“I’m searching for some information on this area.” She let the other girl know, caught between wariness and interest, able to slide either way.


Jun 19, 2018 07:52 AM — Post #4

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Maeve Morris Zoi
 

Maeve could feel herself becoming restless, a little more uncertain as she looked at the girl who could speak like she had been met with such fragility. She found herself taking a half step toward the girl, and then she considered what options she had. She could take on the girl, easily. There was no concern out of the small wolf for that.

Her eyes flicked back to the expression, and the allowance w brought with a faint twist of her lips. Three. The jealousy spurned her, although she found herself reflective of how many scents were about. Not three. That was the answer, and it softened her expression even a little further.

I was… born on the range.” The words were as helpful as she could make them, flaring it out in a spit to make sure that she was understood. Her head twisted, and she allowed herself to progress the best way she knew how.


Jun 21, 2018 03:22 PM — Post #5

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Kyra Daniels Chris Staff
 

The older girl didn’t look happy about the news of Kyra’s sisters. The young dark she-wolf told herself she didn’t particularly care about being liked, but it wasn’t entirely truthful. The stranger also didn’t offer any useful information on the landscape here, instead speaking of a range. Despite herself, her inner gossip was interested and her ears pricked.

“I haven’t been - how far away is it?”


Jun 22, 2018 07:11 AM — Post #6

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Maeve Morris Zoi
 

“Past the stone hills.” The response was an effortless one, pleased at the girl’s query. “Kissing toes of South mountain.” Her words were a little hitched, and the faintest frown accompanied it - she had missed a word when speaking, and part of her felt an urge to go back and correct herself.

No. Too much effort for one to be taking on such responsibility. She twitched her ears, offering a humorless smile to the notion that the range was far away. “N’ much this way. Mountain pack is gone.” She gestured North, the direction she had come down from. It had surprised her that the hunting grounds were abandoned, things had changed.

She wondered what else had changed in this place.


Jun 22, 2018 01:51 PM — Post #7

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Kyra Daniels Chris Staff
 

The toes.” The correction came automatically, Kyra already didn’t approve of the odd flowery prose the ragged older girl chose to speak in.

No mountain pack, which made her wonder until the girl gestured - which mountains? The pack her murderous grandmother had come down from, where Kyra apparently had even more kin? But not, then she nodded north. So there was nobody in the norther mountains, then.

They wouldn’t have been real Daniels anyway. Not like her and her siblings. More important, her fluffy black tail.

“What about packs in other directions?”


Jun 24, 2018 06:55 AM — Post #8

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Maeve Morris Zoi
 

As important as it was to be corrected, Maeve ultimately ignored the girl’s manner in doing so. It was enough that her head dipped.

Alliance, on the range. Rangers and Tribe, the coast. Brotherhood, the center forest.” The words spilled out of her mouth easily enough, even as she scrambled through her mind. It had been a while. Things could have changed.

A pause. “Something in the forest west.” She considered what she had learned, but then turned her attention back in earnest.

Probably more.


Jun 24, 2018 08:42 AM — Post #9

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Kyra Daniels Chris Staff
 

That was better. She was talking correctly, that time. Kyra couldn’t even imagine not wanting to do so. She listened attentively, storing each location and pack name away to tell Nero. Oh and Saelys, she really had to stop thinking of them as a duo and as a trio instead. Saelys was hard, though. There was no natural bond there for Kyra, like she and Nero had grown. And Saelys was so independent.

“Nobody around here.” She looked around the willows, well obvious not here here, but the lake. Nobody would live in puddles like this. “It could be a good thing.” She observed, then prettily dipped her long, narrow snout. “Thank you, for your information.”


Jun 25, 2018 05:56 AM — Post #10

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Maeve Morris Zoi
 

Maeve’s ears swung on her head, surprised at the acknowledgment that she had been useful at all. One supposed being raised in the valley should have given her a leg up on things, but she was almost certain things had changed.

Her head cocked, and her nose indicated the ground. “Don’t lose y’r sister.” The wording was very quiet, her nose flaring faintly. “It… sucks.

There was an actual piece of advice, kid. Something to live by.


Jul 17, 2018 03:22 PM — Post #11

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