Caveat
Lupin
Let them beware
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Post by Caveat on May 9, 2006 23:07:38 GMT -5
Pain flared throughout Caveat's left ear as the air brushed against the open wound. It was in tact, thankfully, but shredded well enough to cause the male a good deal of pain in order to remind him to not let loose his temper. Blood trickled down from the tears and punctures to mat against his off-white, cream pelt, occasionally sliding down into his inner ear and causing the male to take a few stumbling steps off course as he gave his head a vigorous shake.
What a stupid thing to do. Usually, he was so calm and collected. But like any other wolf though, Aryian or not, Caveat had a breaking point, and someone had merely pushed him too far. His fur still bristled thinking about it, and he could no sooner stop thinking about it than his wounds could stop paining him. Thankfully, there were few, only scrapes from fangs and claws that left patches of fur missing in places and thin trails of blood among the fur that remaind. There was nothing serious... and for that Caveat was thankful.
The other canine had not been so fortunate as to escape with a few scrapes and scratches. Caveat was no killer when it came to the everyday scraps and tussles; who got to gnaw on the bones of the last kill was not a matter of life and death, among other things. However, while not a killer, the male was a decent fighter, contrary to popular believe. Many seemed to think that as a sage, he was a full-out peace-loving creature.
Peace and civility were all well and good in his books, but it was not within him to always go that route; it was proving a harder and harder path to take these days. Tensions were high, as of late, all pack members on edge as the days passed, listening to the howls of the Whiteback and the Chicotah, constantly calling challences across the distances. Peace was beginning to be a quickly fading dream, and even Caveat had noticed that. Times had come where even he had to prove his worth.
The Aryians were no Whitebacks, though, and the damage dealt out was minimal, at best. The last thing they needed was to tear at each others' throats; they would have others more than willing to do that all in due time and everyone knew it.
It had been brief, the fight, leaving the two 'combatants' alive, intact and able to live on another day. However, Caveat was still fuming at his packmate, and had taken it upon himself to take his leave. And, what better place to let things be than the Haven, he decided silently as he laid down amongst the cool grasses to lick a wound on his foreleg. It was quiet, and the solitude was comforting... for now.
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Telik
Lupin
Who are these shadowed faces?
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Post by Telik on May 16, 2006 16:36:33 GMT -5
Tri-colored pelt gleamed brightly and healthily in the sun. It was long, but it wasn't short either. It was clean and tidy, and oh so soft to the touch. Young male had just reached the age of three, his second year of breeding. Only, he can't remember if he had any family...at all. What's worse is he didn't know who he was or where he came from, that old chestnut. Telik's firey orange eyes were set on the ground before him, but they were glazed over with concentration and frustration, along with a bit of depression.
The young Aryian walked along the path and gave out a heavy sigh before breaking out into a run. It sounded nice, maybe a good run will help him remember. He wanted to remember anything that was part of his past, not someone elses. Although, if they wanted to share their history with him he would willingly listen to almost every detail. He was a good wolf to everyone, even those who didn't deserve to be treated kindly. But he had limits, they were just much harder to meet.
After a while his legs began to burn and it was a little harder to breath. That's enough running. He though as he slowed down and padded over to a tree. Telik layed beneath it to catch his breath, and noticed an off-white colored wolf with some of the most incredible markings he'd ever seen. He can't remember anyone other than him, so that didn't really mean a whole lot. But he felt that he wouldn't see any other kind of wolf like that again.
He raised his head for a better look and discovered that the wolf was bleeding, it looks like he had been in a fight earlier. Did he need any help? Telik stood up and walked over to him. "Hey, do you need any help?" He sounded like a normal guy who just wanted to help, but how would the other male take it?
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Caveat
Lupin
Let them beware
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Post by Caveat on May 18, 2006 20:50:08 GMT -5
((My apology for the wait, but I have returned. ^_^ Thank you so very much for posting.))
Caveat had long since ceased his cleaning of his reachable injuries, and the bleeding had stopped, leaving newly formed scabs amidst his now stained fur. In his peaceful silence, the male had taken to resting his chin upon his forepaws, regardless of how tender the limbs were beneath the weight of his head. It was a fine day, the cool air ruffling his brightly marked pelt with a gentle breeze and beginning to ease the pain in his ear. It was quiet, more so, and the exact thing the hound had needed. With time, his temper dwindled, and he sooun found himself in a contently drowsy mood.
Orange eyes half-lidded as his head began to loll slightly to the side, Caveat had allowed himself the luxury of drifting off to sleep. A nap sounded like a fine idea after the exertion of a fight, as little as it may have been. He was no accustomed to fighting, especially amongst his own brethren, but he was hardly inexperienced... And now, he was just tired, and maybe just a little bit miffed.
However, as the first few tendrils of sleep began to snake their way into the reaches of the Aryian's mind, the faintest sounds of an approach could be heard through the foilage. Both whole and torn ears flicked, swivelling toward the sound as if on a disc. The hound remained still, almost at ease, as he listened m0ore intently to his surroundings, his eyes still held half shut.
As muscles began to tense in a paranoid fashion, Caveat silently debated rising to his feet, when a voice called out. Ears perked even more visibly than before, and the male's head was lifted from his paws to gaze in the direction the sound had carried from. A few seconds of searching, and Caveat was rewarded with the faintest of glimspes of a sleek pelt. Slowly pusing himself to his feet, the male continued to keep his eyes on the trees where the sound had originated from.
"Help?" The male called out, curiousity in his voice as he shot a confused look in the direction of the speaker. It took him a short moment before he realized he was still presenting quite an atrocious appearance. With a soft, almost apologetic chuckle, the male grinned as he spoke. "No, I seem to have managed well enough on my own so far."
With a tilted head, the orange-marked canine hesitantly took a seat amongst the Haven's grass. "Tell me, stranger, where do you hail from? Are you a friend or perhaps a foe?"
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Telik
Lupin
Who are these shadowed faces?
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Post by Telik on May 19, 2006 10:09:26 GMT -5
((No problem. ^-^))
Young wolf sighed with relief that this lone male was just fine. Casually, he sat down on his yellow haunches, tail curling around his feet as best it could. Orange eyes were filled with wonder at the the wolf. He was missing part of his ear, and yet he was just fine. Boy was he tough.
"That's good." He replied to the wolfs first sentence.
Tell me, stranger, where do you hail from? Are you a friend or perhaps foe?
Telik froze when the strange wolf asked where he came from, heart seeming to beat faster and faster. He'd never been asked this question before, and he didn't know that answer. The tri-colored wolf looked around, hoping to find the answer in something around him, a light sweat breaking. "Well, um... I-I don't know where I came from." He finally answered, looking at the ground infront of him with eyes half closed. For some reason, he felt ashamed for not remembering where he came from.
"But, I do know that I'm no enemy." He replied to his second inquiry. "That is unless I should be." He added, still confused as ever. He stood onto all fours once again and paced a bit, trying to discern all the things jumbled up in his mind. It was so very frustrating, not remembering any of your past or who you knew, and it could be seen on his face as he tried to make it all out. If this wolf hadn't aked if he was a friend or not, he would have asked if he knew him from somewhere.
Then he stopped pacing and looked around him, at the ground and up at the trees and sky. "W-where are we anyways?" HE asked, looking back at the orange and off-white wolf with a confused and frustrated expression playing across his features.
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Caveat
Lupin
Let them beware
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Post by Caveat on Jun 15, 2006 15:15:02 GMT -5
((Aaaand again I'm sorry for my disappearance. >_O))
Head still tilted, Caveat watched the other male closely, his orange eyes blinking slowly as he took in the faint signs of the other's hesitance, discomfort and uncertainty. His words too, told a silent, haunted story, to the orange-marked wolf. It appeared to Caveat, that the stranger knew very little about much at all. This wasn't saying that the other was unintelligent, just... confused. And he hardly appeared threatening.
A small, faint smile appearing upon his cream colored maw, Caveat relaxed visibly. "You smell like no foe of mine, so you are likely to be a friend, instead. Lay your worries to rest for now." He inclined his head slowly, watching as he waited for the other to cease his fidgeting and pacing. The other's discomfort was beginning to unnerve the orange-marked male, but he sat in silence, not pressing the issue with the other male.
"We are in a place called the Haven. It is... unclaimed by any pack. however, the Aryians and the Bloodbacks both monitor it." He spoke gently, eyes still locked upon the other male, weighing and judging his behavior. Still, he seemed to be unaggressive, and Caveat gave him the benefit of the doubt that he would not attack. He seemed relatively friendly enough, and for now, that was fine for the Aryian.
"My name is Caveat... I come from the lands of Aryia." He offered his ownname, his information, but left no expectations for the other. If this male wanted to share such information, that was his choice, Caveat would not drag it from him.
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