Summer brought bugs, and among those bugs were butterflies. Not really bugs ... should be classified as something else altogether, really. They were too pretty. This one happened to be fluorescent blue. Warm drafts of air sent it upwards, and every now and then it would settle back down towards the ground. Sunlight glimmered off the lake water - not that it needed help, what with that shining substance that seemed so . . . natural.
The butterfly seemed to hesitate before alighting on a lump of molted, multi-color fur . . . A piece of fur that might have been an ear twitched, and eyelids pulled back. In a millisecond, a large, canid head snapped around, teeth clicking together. She missed. A growl rumbled in that tawny throat, and the eyes slid lazily shut once more. She dropped her head back on her paws, tail thumping slowly against the lawn.
She wasn't supposed to be here, but everywhere else was so . . boring. After the near death experience, Willow was just done. The burns had healed up, after a fashion, but Willow didn't think she'd ever get the smell of singed fur out of her nose . . . Oh well. With a yawn, she flicked her gaze out over the campus. There shouldn't be too many people out and about, it being summer and all, but who knew.
After all, every other time Willow sat down for a snooze somebody walked up. The water sure looked nice . . . maybe she could head out.
Post by Faith Winters on Jun 21, 2010 20:03:44 GMT -5
Lope, pounce, snap, growl. This pattern continued for about a mile, every once in awhile taking a pause as Faith sunk to her belly, hind rising slowly, giving a tiny shake, and then hopping back into the earlier rhythm. She was a fearsome predator, had taken down countless deer, the odd moose, and even a bear one time. There was no way this grasshopper was going to escape her. As it jumped once more, Faith swiveled at the last minute, cutting off its route, and gave a loud snort in frustration as its sticky feet landed square on her muzzle. Doing a nose dive into the grass, Faith gave a triumphant howl when she heard a crunch.
Snuffling along the grass, the lycaness picked up a scent she didn’t recognize, but had a very familiar undertone. Another lycan was not far off. Crouching low, she crept along in search of the source to that ascent. It was sometimes difficult to pick apart scent trails, but was much easier done when in wolf form and tracking one of your own kind. Especially with the hint of… Fire? No, the smell was too vague, she barely caught a whiff before it floated away.
Continuing her tracking, Faith slowed her pace as the scent grew abundantly stronger. It was near. Lifting her head from the ground, she squinted, her eyes still their normal icy blue, spotting the wolf in the not so far distance. Luckily she had made a point of staying downwind. Slinking forward a few more steps, Faith let out a tentative growl, a mere warning that she was approaching then an actual threat.
Cautiously treading forward, Faith sniffed the air once more. Another female. Peeling her lips back in a low snarl, Faith studied her closely. She didn’t look evil. Or smell evil for that matter, more like forest. Resting back on her haunches, the snarl fell away, and the golden blonde lycan tilted her head to the side, as if to say Who are you?
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Some bug disturbed the grass and it tickled her muzzle. Willow sneezed, and at that same moment heard a distant howl. She didn't get up. The lycan could tell it wasn't on of her pack, but she'd probably have to deal with it sooner or later. At the moment, however, the grass just felt too comfortable to move from. She didn't have to wait long, though.
A soft growl reached her, and Willow's ears swiveled around to pinpoint the sound. Hmm. Nostrils flared as she registered the scent - a she-wolf. A lycanthrope. Willow had been half-expecting some teacher or other sort coming around to either throw her off the grounds or hex her. That seemed to be a common reaction to an oversized wolf lazing about on the grounds.
Willow let out a long, noisy yawn and pulled herself up into a sitting posisition. Her silver fur, patched with black and a sort of musty brown, had grass all over it. She gave herself a small shake to dislodge some of it, taking a moment to consider the question she'd been asked. Once upon a time, she'd been Willow Tylers, a young Gryffindor entering the grounds for the first time. Then she'd been upset, and a criminal, and fled . . . there. Her pale green eyes flickered to the woods.
Snap. The butterfly, nicked but alive, fluttered awkwardly with one damaged wing. Willow felt like spitting, something hard to do as a wolf, she could taste that dust on her teeth, the dust of a butterfly's wing.
Now a very different Willow sat on school grounds. Scratching her ear, Willow finally found the time to reply.
Willow, daughter of Fenrir. Her leg hit the ground and she held back another small yawn. Not actual daughter, just . . . sired. This one smelled like . . . she'd been a lycan while. Born, maybe. Willow hadn't been around Cealla in a while, she'd forgotten what the scent difference was. And who might you be?
Just when Willow had thought she'd met every wolf in the forest, she met someone new. There had been Cealla, and Leseur, and Orca, and . . . . lots of others. A decent number. Roan. Willow gave a small shudder. Thinking about her sire made her think of /her/ son in the siring sense, Erin Drayton.
Post by Faith Winters on Jun 22, 2010 9:13:47 GMT -5
The sound of the other girls words surprised Faith slightly, even though she had been expecting them. It had been so long since she had been around another lycan while a wolf, and she had spent so much time around real wolves themselves, she found herself unprepared to actually speak as a wolf. Wolves spoke to each other in a different way; looks, snorts, low rumbles, that sort of thing. Not words. Processing what was said, Faith gave a slow nod of her head, though it was more an awkward jerking motion. Fenrir, she was certain she knew that name. Someone Rayne had mentioned, undoubtedly.
Straightening her posture, Faith inclined her muzzle I’m Faith, daughter of… Well, that was ages ago, so it does not really matter. As she studied the lycan before her, she realized where she had heard the name before. The Alpha of the forest pack. Ah, right. She had yet to meet up with the pack, though the temptation seemed to grow as each day passed. Faith was not meant for a lone wolf lifestyle. She was a pack wolf down to the core, and not belonging to one provided a certain nagging at the back of her mind.
This lycan before her, Willow, seemed to be rather… Indifferent, she supposed would be a good term. Barely acknowledging her, Faith was certain if she hadn’t actually stopped, she could have walked right passed without much more than a lift of the head. Pack territory was near by, and any mutt would be a fool to start something with a member of it. Suppose she didn’t have much to worry about, on those terms.
Shaking the haze away, Faith glanced towards the forest then back to Willow, So I take it you are a member of the pack? Are there… Many of you? She asked tentatively, lowering herself to the ground slowly. Wolf language again. She was unsure if Willow was in touch with her more wolf side, but it didn’t matter, Faith instinctively spoke this way. Making sure her body language told the story, lowering herself so she couldn’t be mistaken for being aggressive. Pure curiosity about the number of wolves, not a search for weakness in the pack. Rayne had a few ties within the pack, she suspected, but the other lycaness had been rather tight-lipped about the subject, along with most other subjects. One of the main reasons why Faith hadn’t approached the pack yet.
Willow's ears pulled forward, a sign of acknowledgement. Her tail wanted to wag, but she didn't want to seem overly friendly. The she-wolf didn't look hostile, merely nervous. Willow kept a neutral expression, watching her, curiousity bubbling just below the surface. This one's scent seemed slightly familiar, but she couldn't place it. Perhaps someone she'd crossed the path of back when the woods still thrived with life.
Faith seemed to be thinking on something. Willow let her think, even letting her gaze wander to the forest line. Yet, the muscles along her legs were tense. Never let your guard down, idiot, Willow scolded herself. Yet, surely the lycanthrope's scent would give away hostile intentions before anything else did. Willow showed teeth in a slight smiling snarl, the fur along her spine bristled.
Why did she want to know? Willow wondered. Did it matter how many the pack numbered? A roamer herself, surely if there were another pack in the area, Willow would have come upon it. Then Faith lowered, and Willow settled, the fur smoothing out once more. Tail brushed over the ground, slowly, passing off messages. She blinked at Faith.
Yes, I am. Willow had to count in her head, and even then she was sure she'd missed some. Did Cealla count? Oh hell. Willow would have bit her lip if she were human, but the smile faded from her muzzle as she thought over the number. Roan had left, last Willow checked, gone absolutely mad with something . . . The betrayal still bit deep, but Willow tried not to think about it. It wasn't the worry at hand.
When did you become such a brat? Willow asked herself, resisting the urge to stretch back out on the grass. There's a good number, a handful of us. Some visit from time to time, they may live in the village, Willow explained, pointing her muzzle towards Drakborough. But a few stay in the woods.
She herself could have lived with Roan or Erin if she'd chosen to, but the woods felt much more comfortable. Willow had shed her humanity with relative ease, moreso than some of her packmates. Genuine curiousity rose the next question. What brings you here? she asked, tilting her head to one side, sniffing the air for anything that could give her a clue to what this relative stranger was thinking.
Post by Faith Winters on Jun 22, 2010 10:55:43 GMT -5
Glacial blue eyes twinkled as Willow bristled at the mention of her pack. Faith could respect that, someone asking about your pack could be a very tense matter, and honestly it was just refreshing to see someone who still cared enough about her pack to worry about a stranger asking. She let out a low snort that sounded like an awkward chuckle, her tail beginning to swoosh slowly, not an eager wag, but enough to show she was pleased. I mean your pack no harm. Just outsiders curiosity is all.
Peering up at the sky as Willow answered her question, Faith let her tongue loll out, eyes going unfocused as she contemplated the words. A hand full. But some stay and go. She briefly wondered if she should finally venture in, see if she could be one who comes and goes. But that wasn’t really what she was looking for. No, she wouldn’t join a pack until she was sure she could stay. Turning her gaze back towards Willow, Faith rose an eyebrow in questioning. Or at least that is what it would look like if she were human, as it were, it just looked like she got something in her eye. Would any of these, the ones who live in the woods permanently or the ones who just visit, happen to be either Rayne or Orca? They… Are old packmates of mine. From lifetimes ago, really. If Ray wouldn’t give her some answers, might as well try and get them from a perfect stranger. Why not.
Crossing her paws in front of her and resting her head on them, Faith glanced around the grounds, Here as in the lake? Or here as in the area itself, as a whole? A slight shrug of her shoulders, Faith didn’t wait for an answer Just passing through, really. For both of those options. But as far as the grander scheme of things goes, I believe I am going to settle down here, for a few years most likely. Seems fit. Hence asking about the pack, curious is all. Whether they are will to accept new members. Whether they will chase away those who aren’t. That sort of thing.
Snapping at a lady bug who had decided to land on her paw, Faith nipped at a tuft of golden blonde fur that stood out of place. She kept her hair well maintained with her brunette dye, but whenever she turned into a wolf, she still had her natural hair colour as the colour of her fur. That always seemed odd to her, but really she was just thankful she was blonde all over, and didn’t have a big patch of brown on the top of her head.
Turning her attention back to Willow, she examined her once again, nostrils flaring as she sniffed. I’d ask you the same, what you are doing here, but I suspect you were once a student here. I can tell you haven’t been changed long, you still smell new. Maybe a year or two. Am I correct?
Willow didn't think she'd ever made a noise like Faith just had, and felt the urge to giggle. Could wolves giggle? Hehe. She did so, in her head, anyhow. Man it was kind of hot out here. Willow tossed a longing glance over at the lake while Faith thought about whatever and Willow contemplated on what to talk about. She hadn't been in the lake in . . . forever. A long time, anyway. Willow's memory stretched only as long and as detailed as she bothered to care, and right now the wolf just felt rather lazy. What she would give to read minds.
For a moment she contented with herself with gnawing at the scars on her foreleg. They itched sometimes, and they did so now, just a slight annoyance. Like a flea. Her gaze eventually traveled back around to Faith. She felt the urge to giggle again, and instead tossed her head, sneezed, and wagged her tail.
Rayne, Rayne . . . wasn't that . . . yeaaahhhhh. Man that'd been awhile back, Willow hadn't really gotten around to talking to the newcomer much. Fenrir had certainly seemed to know her. That'd been back when there was all that drama about . . . everything else. Roan had left, and all that other crazy crap had gone down. Willow had gone with Leseur to see Mustang, that'd been fun . . . kind of.
It was nice to know she could walk around in Drakborough without getting hexed for being a lycanthrope. Willow could officially go public now, not that she was sure she wanted to go completely public. There had been the bit with Anil. He'd been nervous, but curious, and definitely a little hostile. She hoped to see him again sometime . . . anyway. Off track. Back around to the main train of thought.
Willow yawned, flashing slightly yellowed canines. It was hard to find time to brush ones teeth when one was worried about getting eaten by something else in the woods. Like Acromantula. She shuddered inwardly and gnawed at her scars some more. Orca and Rayne have both walked in the woods. They both belong with Fenrir, last I checked. In truth it was hard to keep track. Orca was a pack wolf through and through, a true lycanthrope in the sense. Willow didn't really know who Orca had been before, but she knew he wasn't a born wolf.
Rayne, on the other hand. Willow knew absolutely nothing. Orca's been here as long as I have, longer, maybe. Rayne hadn't been here long, though. What did Willow know? She hadn't been really keeping up with her packmates as late. Les and Orca, along with Erin at times, were the only ones she really kept track of. She knew Orca would always run with Fenrir. He was like a brother . . .
Fenrir's always glad to have another paw, Willow said, shrugging as best as a wolf could manage. She struck attention, however, when Faith started on Willow's past. Her pale eyes narrowed momentarily.
Yes. I was a student. But being . . . /that/ didn't suit me, Willow said, eyes flicking to the school. She must look a hypocrite, lazing around on the lawn. True, Willow enjoyed visiting her wizard friends, but too many had hurt her. Only Felix really seemed . . okay with it. And she hadn't the slightest idea where he had disappeared to.
For a moment, pain crossed her face, and then she settled back down on her belly, head on crossed paws. It was clear - she didn't really want to talk about it. Closure my furry ass, Willow thought.
Post by Faith Winters on Jun 22, 2010 11:50:30 GMT -5
Turning her own gaze towards the lake, Faith thought over the information Willow provided her. It took her longer to process than usual, her brain heavy with the instincts of her wolf side, begrudgingly letting her human side take control. So Rayne did run with Fenrir. When Faith had mentioned joining the pack, however briefly, Ray had nixed the idea. Faith assumed that meant she didn’t get along with the pack, but of course it meant she wasn’t ready to share the pack. That was fine. But the idea of Orca being in the pack picked up her spirits. She had seen her wolf brother a few times since her arrival, but hadn’t had the real pack experience with him, hadn’t gone for a run with him or anything of the sort.
Faith gave a low growl of appreciation, so Fenrir did accept new wolves. That was certainly good news. I guess I’ll have to look into meeting with the Alpha. Thank you for the information, very helpful. She was tired of being a miserable lone wolf. Willow seemed fine, not demented, didn’t really look like a bloodthirsty murder, it was worth looking into the pack on those grounds.
Noting the change in Willows demeanour, Faith gave another awkward nod of her head. Should have known better, it had been a touchy subject for her once upon a time, too. Ah, I see. I was a student once, too. She left it at that, no need for prodding or sympathy, or to declare she “understood how it felt”. Everyone has their own situations to deal with in due time, why pick at a healing wound. Chances are their situations had been completely different.
Looking towards the lake once more Faith shook her head in an awkward gesture towards it. Its hot out, and you have really been eyeing up that lake. I suspect a swim is in order? … I can frolic on the other side of the lake If it would be more comfortable for you, of course. I know I’m no a member of your usual play group. Faith didn’t attempt to hide the wagging of her tail as she stood, taking a few testing steps towards the lake before turning to look at Willow, her blue eyes glowing. What she wouldn’t give to enjoy a nice sunny day in the water with a fellow wolf.
Willow . . . thwapped? Her tail on the ground a couple of times to show some random emotion she didn't feel like expressing through words. Fenrir . . . she hadn't seen him in awhile. She had half a mind to wish this Faith good luck. They were a pack still, but their leader often went . . . absent. Willow missed him sometimes, he was her only father she had.
She had her moments where she felt more animal than human. Alot more lately, too. It was rather . . . disturbing. She remembered how Erin had become a lycanthrope - what would have happened if she hadn't been able to stop herself? Blegh. Willow hadn't gone into town after that for awhile. It'd be funny if Felix ever learned how to read minds or some such ridiculousness. Yes, it's now a word.
Ohlord. It's been a long time since Willow had done anything with anyone, nevermind something goofy. She'd spent quite a bit of time in solitude. But before all the drama that shouldn't exist in a wolf pack, she'd gone moose hunting with Lessy and Orca. How hilarious had that been. It hadn't even been hunting it'd just been . . . playing. Orca had gone for a ride in the antlers and ended up in a tree.
Les goooo! Almost immediately she was a different person, bursting up to her paws and wagging her tail furiously. Fun was something she desperately wanted but rarely got to have, what with all the madness going on. Without waiting for a response from Faith, she'd dove into the lake. Wheeee! It felt sooo good.
Post by Faith Winters on Jun 22, 2010 12:54:49 GMT -5
Faith was briefly taken aback by Willows sudden enthusiasm. She took a step backwards, a movement that wasn’t easily done for a wolf, and because of this she stumbled slightly. Righting herself, she watched as Willow splashed into the lake. Letting out a low howl of laughter, Faith loped to the lakes edge, tongue once again lolling. Leaping into the shallow water, Faith tore through it, water splashing up around her.
The water was cool, battling with the hot summer air. And winning. Hearing a croak, Faith quickly lowered herself until her belly touched the water, ears swivelling as she searched for the source. Spotting the frog, Faith crept forward slowly, barely making a ripple, then pounced on her unsuspecting victim. Carefully picking up the frog between her jaws, not so much as scratching it, Faith flung her head back, sending the frog sailing through the air.
It hit Willow with a squishy thud.
Letting out an awkward whoop of laughter, Faith dashed further into the lake, diving into the cool water. Suddenly flanking Willow, Faith nipped playfully at her hind quarters before dashing away once more. It had been ages since she took the time to play in the water, messing around with one of her own. Everything had been so serious for so long. Years. Faith wasn’t serious by nature, she had always been known for being a bit of a goofball. She just didn’t act on that side anymore, didn’t have reason to really. The howl of laughter felt good. Felt really good.
The muck on the lake bottom felt good, but then Willow was out where she needed to actually swim, instead of plodding over the lake bottom. Faith's sudden awkwardness nearly made her giggle, but Willow then inhaled quite a bit of water and spent the next few seconds trying to exhale it out. Turns out that doesn't work very well. Amusing herself, Willow dropped down into the water until on her ears, eyes and the top of her snout were visible, like a crocodiles. What a dork.
Willow made an attempt to blow bubbles, like she had when she was little and in a bath tub or something, but it didn't work very well. Wasn't that depressing. The young lycan turned in time to see Faith picking up something - a very rubbery something. A frog. Ewww. Willow had eaten a frog once, and the texture was disgusting, surely Faith wasn't going to -
SLPATCH.
Yes, that is the exact sound the frog made upon impact.
This is good for me, Willow thought. She hadn't had time for a real goof off in ages, what with all the drama. She wished Felix would suddenly pop up like he did, or Orca. Or . . . one of her other mischief buddies. Although Faith seemed to be her new 'mischief buddy', which was fine with Willow. One could never have enough.
OI!
Nipped at, Willow wasn't going to let THAT go unpunished. With eyes glittering, Willow plunged into the water. Fish shot away in alarm, and some sort of little lobster streaked backwards under a rock. Willow seized a wad of something in her teeth, burst to the surface, and let it fly. The mess of pond weeds(lakeweeds) flew through the air. One could practically hear the cartoon 'niowwwwwwww' as it shot earth(lake)ward. Excapt. It didn't land in the lake.
Faith had a wig. Hehe.
TAKE THAT, Willow said, howling gleefully.
Tail wagging as furiously as one could wag while waterlogged, Willow streaked off along the bank, laughing mentally and grinning over her shoulder. Unfortunately, Willow wasn't watching where she was going and tripped over something in the dirt and moss. Flipped head over heels. and landed flat on her back. With much squirming, she managed to get up. The few seconds she lay flat on her back, she looked quite amusing, something like a furry turtle. A turtlcanthrop, everyone.
Post by Faith Winters on Jun 24, 2010 11:50:24 GMT -5
Faith was still howling with laughter when the unmistakable sound of something growing much closer, very quickly filled her ears. And a dripping, smelly, wet clump of what she sure was goo landed on her head. Letting out a loud yelp of surprise, Faith shook her head furiously, sending the lake weeds flying from her head. She raised a paw, wiping at the slick spot on her head, which only served to smoosh it around worse, the spot growing. Letting out a howl to show her discontent, Faith submerged her head in the lake, shaking it once more, this time in hopes of cleaning it.
The blonde lycan lifted her head from the water just in time to see Willow trip and fall, laughter filling her as the other wolf struggled in the mushy shore. Tearing after her, Faith reached Willow just as she was getting to her feet. She crouched and pounced, hitting into her side with a soft thud and sending the younger lycan back down to the ground. With a whoop of laughter, Faith turned tail, and ran like hell.
Her running quickly turned to swimming as she got further into the water, going until her feet couldn’t feel ground below them. Mimicking Willows earlier submersion, only Faiths ears, eyes, and nose peaked from the water. Stealth mode.
Swimming towards the shore, Faith was sure she wasn’t visible, but didn’t realize that as she got further in shore, her tail started to become visible, and then her back. Eyes squinted as she circled, she was sure she was doing an excellent job at planning a sneak attack, until she heard a muffled snap and was filled with what she was sure was blinding pain. It couldn’t be anything aside from a shark, or a crocodile, or maybe even a bear that her leg. She wouldn’t argue a tiger, either. Letting out an awkward howl/shriek of pain, Faith darted from the water, leg jerking from side to side to break free. I think a tiger has my leg! The words left her… mind? Before she could even filter them.
A crab. Attached to her back leg, holding on for dear life as she shook it. That is a weird looking tiger… she mumbled, lifting her leg to examine it more closely. As she did, the crab snapped its other pincher at her nose, and she automatically let out a yelp in surprise. Damn crabs.
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Jun 25, 2010 0:33:24 GMT -5
On the other side of the lake a young fox was watching the mayhem. It let out a strange yelping bark at the sight of the blond wolf freaking out over crabs. The fox appeared to have, no more like it was wearing muggle headphones and had in its mouth a muggle music player. The young fox used a paw to remove the headphones and let the music player drop with a soft plop. He was interested in the two rather large wolves.
While it was common knowledge that wolves inhabit much of Europe, a wolf sighting in or around Firefox was uncommon at best. These were not ordinary wolves however. They were a bit larger than normal and unless both were male, had a much less pronounced sexual dimorphism than ordinary wolves. Also to anyone who plaid close attention, some of their mannerisms seemed closer to human than wolf.
The fox moved a bit closer to the playing lycans. He kept his distance not wanting to interfere. 22
Faith seemed to be emitting a pain, but whether she knew it or not was another question. She said something, but Willow thought she must be hearing thigns. A what? Willow, nose in the dirt and eyes slightly crossed. With a loud sneeze, Willow reared back on her haunches, paws flailing at the air for a moment. Once back on fours she spun and darted towards Faith, trying not to laugh again. Sand and dirt sprayed everywhere with her awkward run - her paw felt a little sore where she'd stumbled but OH WELL.
Something dangled from Faith's leg, and hilarity ensued. Willow snapped at the crab, which snapped back, scraping over her nose. With a yelp, Willow nearly fell over backwards into the lake. Another sneeze cleared the dirt out of her nose. The young lycan pawed at the crab, trying to find a way to loose it from Faith's leg.
At that moment, another scent invaded her nostrils. A familiar one. Willow wasn't quite sure where or when she'd met this particular character, but that scent was . . . familiar. Feral and human and magic all crammed together. Willow looked over, blinking and grinning. Oi! You. Wizard.
The air reeked with the smell of wizards. Even in another shape they couldn't hide that. Willow pawed at the air, ears pressed back on her skull. Give us a hand, buddy.
If he tried bargaining with her, she'd bite him. After all, what was a little common courtesy? If one could help, they should. Willow eyed him curiously, the fox. Come on, she whined quietly.
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Jun 28, 2010 14:44:08 GMT -5
Ryo couldn't help but laugh at the sight. It was more of a series of small barks but it was the closest a fox would get to laughing. His laughter was broken but the realization that the multicolored one recognized him. His brain froze for a moment. Who was... she? He vaguely recognized that smell. Nothing concrete came to mind. Whatever, she needed a hand, err paw, and he was willing to give it.
Ryo sprinted over to the lake. It probably was more like a light jog by lycan standards. He face towards Faith and said, That's not a Tiger, it's a crab. Now hold still so I can bite it.
The now wet lump of orange-red fur paddled its way over to the blond she-wolf. If Faith didn't stop thrashing he was going to get trampled. He cautiously chomped at the crab's arm. Yum, he loved seafood!
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