A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]
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				Title: <strong>A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 17:44:18</strong>
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				The sun had risen that morning, cloaked in the color of fresh blood.&nbsp; While others might have admired the unique shade of the day's first light, it held ill omens for others.&nbsp; Great pines cast long shadows along the forest floor, like subjects bowing their heads to the floor for a mighty lord.&nbsp; Rays continued to creep through the woods, eventually coming upon an old stone cottage surrounded by thick brush.&nbsp; Unbridled light poured through an open window, striking the face of a very cranky sleeper.<br><br>The disturbed snatched out at a nearby blanket and threw it over her head in an attempt to protect her eyes from the intruding brightness.&nbsp; She lied in bed for another ten minutes, though not because she longed for more sleep.&nbsp; Tented by the blanket, she felt a little safer from the world, both real and subconscious.<br><br>She had heard it last night.&nbsp; The cry of the wolf.<br><br><em>She is becoming too superstitious,</em> her father's voice echoed in her mind.&nbsp; Words from her youth, often said with exasperation to her mother.&nbsp; <em>She will become a lonely old shaman, like her wayward uncle.</em> her mother tried to mollify her father's anger, saying that it was what her brother had chosen for himself, and if their daughter so chose, let that be her fate.<br><br>Though she had not become the meditative healer, like her uncle, fate had stil led her away to a life of solitude.&nbsp; It was no great sad thing, she felt.&nbsp; The forests were more a home to her than any village or town could have offered.&nbsp; The creatures were kinder neighbors than any human she had crossed.&nbsp; Why should she lament the loss of society when her heart had found something more fulfilling to replace it?&nbsp; Since the day she ventured into the woods to live as she saw fit, she never regretted it.<br><br>Until that night.<br><br>Had it been any normal howl, it would not have bothered her.&nbsp; A pack on the hunt.&nbsp; A call to brethren.&nbsp; That would have been fine.&nbsp; But this was different.&nbsp; It was a sound of anguish, unlike anything she had ever heard before.&nbsp; And for some reason, it seemed to be calling to her.<br><br>A wolf calling to her?&nbsp; That was the kind of nonsense her uncle would spout.&nbsp; She had learned to respect the predators of the woods, but never crossed their path.&nbsp; Her first reaction was to crawl away until she forgot everything, and the call was so long passed that by the time she rose, it would have meant nothing.&nbsp; But a sliver of curiosity tugged at her, nudging her to find the one who seemed to beckon.&nbsp; Wolves were cunning, but wise and noble creatures, her uncle had told her.&nbsp; They held many secrets, shared only with the most worthy.<br><br>The sun was rising higher.&nbsp; Its warmth was seeping into the blankets.&nbsp; She would have to rise soon, anyway.&nbsp; Food was a greater necessity than heeding her fears.&nbsp; Anxiety still lingered, but she forced herself from the bed, from the cottage, and into the woods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 19:13:32</strong>
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				Endlessly Roaming... Everything felt the same, and yet it was nothing. The Wolf's mind raced quietly through his mind, peering endlessly from tree to tree. Lost, confused as it had been for weeks now. Barely eating while delirium was setting in. Panic was the first feel that came from the creature. Its wide golden eyes and silver fur covered its body. It was a sight to behold.<br><br>A site to behold indeed for those individuals seeking its pelt. A rich silver color was unheard of. It was almost unreal. Tale quickly spread throughout the local region about the Ghost wolf whose mane shimmered in the moon light and was quick. Several dozens of people had set traps all along the forest to try and catch such a prize.<br><br>That night when the half moon hung high the wolf had paced itself quickly through the forest, avoiding several poachers along the way. The blurr of the dark green forest was not easy to take at this speed. Dodging trees alone proved a challenge for the agile creature. Fangs bared and muzzle open it dashed until everything suddenly stopped with a loud SNAP sound. Those golden orbs went wide and suddenly a deep, blood curling howl of pain. A snare had been sprung, spoiled and its sharp teeth on its wooden frame grasped the ankle of his back right leg. <br><br>Attempting to tug at first proved useless, if anything very painful. The mix of tiredness, lack of sleep and food cause the creature to stagger until it fell upon its side. Breathing just lightly as it awaited whatever poacher would come claim its prize. Those large golden orbs half closed, everything mixing with shadows even as the sun itself rose into the day. Shadows turned white, then white back to grey and a mix of dark outlines and brilliant white shapes. Everything felt like its was the same... and yet nothing.<br><br>Its mind was swimming in its state of deprivation, quietly awaiting whatever the cruel hand of fate had in store... but it seemed the hand of fate was not as a cruel mistress as one may think.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 20:36:21</strong>
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				Some people cultivated gardens with hedges as tall as a grown man's head.&nbsp; Her garden was the forest, her hedges the grand trees that had been growing for ages.&nbsp; Though there were few laden paths, she knew the area well and could navigate so far without issue.&nbsp; Today, though, the calling took her beyond the familiar brush and meadows.<br><br>The woods were quiet that day, save the occasional chirp of a bird, but even those were strangely few and far between.&nbsp; It was a warning, telling her to go back.&nbsp; Or we're they giving her a sign to lead her to her quarry?&nbsp; She pressed on, but found nothing, and she wondered if she was just making things up.&nbsp; Hours passed, and she crossed a great distance.&nbsp; Just what was she looking for?<br><br>Suddenly, it caught her eye.&nbsp; A tuft of silver fur peaked from under tall grass, and she heard a low growl.&nbsp; There, just beyond clear view.&nbsp; Her heart gave a little lurch.&nbsp; Dare she push forth?&nbsp; <br><br>A few steps further, and she could see it.&nbsp; A magnificent wolf with hair as silver as the moon.&nbsp; But why was it lying ther?&nbsp; Ah, and there it was.&nbsp; A foul trap had caught its hind quarter.&nbsp; The poor creature had resigned itself to the whims of lesser men.&nbsp; She did not know how to proceed... It wasn't safe to approach the great beast, but she could not leave it!<br><br>She swallowed.&nbsp; Her footsteps were timid as she stepped forward, warily eying the wolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 21:03:04</strong>
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				The deep silver wolf lay still, its breathing shallow and she could tell as she got closer he was not moving. He was not resisting. An animal that had accepted&nbsp; its death and defeat. His large golden orbs focused hazily upon the approaching woman. The white and black outlines focusing with a bit of color and the area itself seemed to dim out of his vision. Leaving only the faint impression of the woman who neared.<br><br><em>So... it be death like so... I shall not... regret.</em> With that, the wolfs eyes closed and it continued to breath very slowly and in a shallow manner. The trap cased around its leg had dug in deep. A deep pool of red blood streamed along its hinge leg, several rips along the strong leg there from what appeared to have been a struggle to get free, all but in vain. <br><br>The wolf was something else. It was massive compared to most other of its species... not even to mention the fur... The amount of muscle, pure strength and untamed power coursed through the wolf even though it had been trapped and in its weakened state.&nbsp; It gave off the feeling of not to be trifled with... yet deep under all of that a tinge of fear brewed in the proud beast. Its life was hanging in the balance and just like any creature--...<br><br>It did not want to die.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 21:47:45</strong>
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				"Hold, creature," she murmured softly, as if the wolf could understand human words.&nbsp; But as she gazed into his golden eyes, she had to wonder if it was so.&nbsp; Nonsense, she quickly scolded herself.&nbsp; Her uncle was putting thoughts in her head now.<br><br>Her attention turned to the dreadful trap, its jaws firmly clamped around its prey.&nbsp; Blood oozed from the open wound, and a severe tear in the flesh revealed muscle and a littl bone.&nbsp; The sight sent shudders down her spine, but this was no time to lose heart.&nbsp; If memory served her correctly, there was a little mechanism along the edge, and...<br><br>"Yes," she said, triumphant.&nbsp; The metal pulled away from the leg, freeing the creature.&nbsp; She smiled with self satisfaction until she realized - free or not, his wounds were too great.&nbsp; There was no chance of him moving in such a state.&nbsp; Whoever had set that trap would find him all too easily.&nbsp; She pulled a knife from her side satchel and began slicing through the fabric of her trousers.&nbsp; The woman marveled at how compliant her patient was while she bandaged him.&nbsp; Leaves with medicinal properties her satchel were laid down first, followed by the sturdy fabric.<br><br>Even with this wrapping, though, the wound would likely become infected, or he might reopen it somehow.&nbsp; Worse, in such a state, he was too slow and too easy prey for his hunters.&nbsp; It seemed she had no other choice.<br><br>"Up," she commanded, again speaking as if he knew her language.&nbsp; She highly doubted he recognized gestures either, but she stood and signaled for him to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 23:10:35</strong>
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				The wolf felt very numb. Very numb indeed as she began to tend its wounds on its legs. It barely moved. At first a slight amount of disbelief crossed the animals mind and it quickly stood up before the woman even asked it to, but it quickly fell as it was reminded of its poor state. The large silver fur smashed back into the dirt and kicked up some of the blades of grass under its weight. <br><br>Too soon to get up.<br><br>The large golden orbs stared at the woman a moment or so long after the wolf caught its breath and pushed to stand again, his silver fur shaking with his weakened state as it stood, then very carefully it limped just an inch... than another, dragging its hinge leg after its body as it trailed very slowly. It didn't matter what language she spoke. A kind voice was a kind voice. Oh gods was it kind to hear a voice at that. <br><br>The massive body swayed while it worked it's way after her. Almost veering off the path she was walking and randomly pushing itself into the trees for a moment of air. It seemed it was gaining a little bit of energy with each step it was behind her again. Its massive size came to almost her waist. Was a magnificent beast she managed to save... and it seemed so very tame and nearly intelligent, yet most animals knew...<br><br><em>You don't bite the hand that feeds you...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 00:58:23</strong>
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				To her surprise, the creature listened to her, or something like it.&nbsp; Perhaps he was merely acting of his own accord, which happened to coincide with her demands.&nbsp; Regardless, he followed.&nbsp; It was an awkward lumber for the otherwise majestic beast.&nbsp; Any other type of animal, and she might have given it some support with an arm or her side, but the natural hunter still intimidated her.&nbsp; Beyond that, he was massive, even for an alpha.<br><br>The return home was long and slowed by the creature's weary pace.&nbsp; She was patient, though, and always kept a wary eye on his leg for signs of heavy bleeding.&nbsp; To her chagrin, the bandage was already spotty red, but she could do nothing about it now.&nbsp; Her trousers were already missing the legs, and she didn't want to risk stopping in case poachers were lurking.<br><br>It was well into the afternoon when familiar paths came into view.&nbsp; A stream just up ahead signaled that they were only a mile off, but a sneaking supispicion told her that the creature would be thirsty.&nbsp; She walked to the stream bank and held her hand in the crisp water before bringing a cupful to her mouth.&nbsp; "I imagine you'll want to do the same." <br><br>Gods, she was talking to a wolf.&nbsp; What next?
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 01:09:57</strong>
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				The beast did not need an invitation. It had heard the water hours ago and considered drifting towards it several times along the path. Its head had tilted several times to the side when sounds would randomly pop up.&nbsp; It continued to lumber along and eventually the stream came to view. Almost like a jump of energy is nearly sprang right on the poor woman but landed just next to her and shoved its silver maned face into the fresh cool water. As it did it slumped to its belly with a heavy thud.<br><br>It might be a bit worrisome as the wolf had completely submerged its head and did not move for several moments. Right as common sense would began to take over a person the wolf's head would raise out of the water with a heavy pant and push its noses into the water with a full and deep lapping sensation as it drank the crisp water. It did not move for awhile, slurping away at the stream. <br><br>Every so often with every drink it moved a little more until it was standing on all four, technically three, with its head down into the water. The back hinge still bandaged from the trap that had snared it just the night ago. Those large silver ears were now up and moving constantly, listening to everything around him. Even to her heartbeat that now thumbed in his ears to vividly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 01:45:10</strong>
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				She jerked as the wolf landed at her side, sucking away at the water as if he hadn't drunk for days.&nbsp; "Not so much, you glutton!&nbsp; You'll make yourself ill, drinking that way!"&nbsp; And now, she was scolding the animal as well.&nbsp; This did not bode well for her sanity.<br><br>Leaves nearby rustled audibly, causing her to jerk again.&nbsp; Her eyes darted around the surrounding area, but nothing out of the ordinary was found.&nbsp; Still, she was on edge, nervous for her charge.&nbsp; In addition, the cloud of worry that loomed over her that morning hadn't disappeared.&nbsp; Perhaps she had found the wolf who seemed to call out to her.&nbsp; But the anguish in his cry didn't seem to come from the wound.&nbsp; It was something else.&nbsp; What did it matter, though?&nbsp; Even if she was daft enough to question him, he couldn't explain himself.<br><br>"Come on, then.&nbsp; If you've had your full, it is time to move on."&nbsp; She stood, still carefully watching the woods around them until her cabin was in sight.&nbsp; Hopefully, no man would be so hostile as to raid her home, but she was a naive thing sometimes.<br><br>If the creature was as thirsty as he was, he was likely ravenous, too.&nbsp; Suddenly, she realized the kinds of problems this posed.&nbsp; She was no skilled hunter.&nbsp; Her food was mostly foraged or grown.&nbsp; Meat came in the form of small game like rabbits or squirrels.&nbsp; She fetched a bit of deer jerky she had received from traders, knowing that wouldn't&nbsp; suffice.<br><br>"What am I to do with you?" she moaned, hoping that just this once, he might answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 02:23:41</strong>
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				A slow deep groan escaped the Wolf. It had indeed gorged itself on the water. Its belly slightly swelled as it let out a slight groan. The words she spoke, attempting to coax the beast from the water were met on deaf ears for the moment. Its head raising just a bit to look at her. When she seemed to be confused and spoke out with her moaned displeasure of the situation, the wolfs ears perked up and its head tilted with a slight whimper or a whine of a sort. Those golden orbs watching her. <br><br>It seemed it could sense the displeased tone and lowered its ears and head, almost like it was bowing to her. A very.. odd thing for a wild animal to do. What could be so appealing about this majestic silver wolf that it could seem to bow? Maybe she was going insane as truly as she thought! The large beast stood now on all four and gave a shake of its quicksilver mane, spraying a little bit of water from its face around itself with a firm wag of its long fluffed tail.<br><br>For now, it seemed rather domesticated and not ravenous, willing to follow her and as much as a companion than anything else. Yet... something about her. Those golden orbs watched carefully at her features. Just who was she, why was she helping him? What drew him to her to act so causally. That large black wet nose wiggled at her with that tail wagging, waiting patiently for her to get up and lead the way back to the home.
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				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 04:08:09</strong>
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				What in all that was holy?&nbsp; This creature was reacting to her, in some manner or other.&nbsp; She rubbed her temples in small circles, wondering if this were not just some dream that started with the supposed cry.<br><br>"Come along, then.&nbsp; We'll be back soon."&nbsp; She patted her leg and resumed her walk.&nbsp; As promised, it was a relatively short distance to her cottage.&nbsp; Knick knacks hung about the entrance, more as decoration than the protective charms they were meant to be.&nbsp; <br><br>Her first duty was to feed the creature.&nbsp; She tossed the jerky to him, then ducked inside for a few moments to fetch any meat she had, which sadly amounted to a little smoked herring and a some more dried venison.<br><br>"It isn't much, but I hope it tides you over, for now.&nbsp; If you can wait, I suppose I could go hunting later... If only you were an herbivore..."
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 06:17:09</strong>
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				The wolf circled a few times near the front door, as if following its tail.&nbsp; The sound of her entering the house made it pace the front door. Its large paws digging into the dirt and gravel in the front of her home. It sat, until jerky was suddenly tossed its way, just past its head. A heavy bark sound came from its mouth as it tried to snap out at the flying jerky, but missed, causing the silver fur to blurr in a quick turn and leap after the meat. <br><br>The second time she had returned with the smoked herring and dried venison, the Wolf was still sitting on the pathway, its large golden eyes upon her with its tail quickly lashing left and right. Its front legs skittering forward a bit with a whine before sitting upright completely, hesitant to jump in the direction of meat in her hands. Those large eyes up high and deep eyes alert, watching, waiting. It seemed the wolf knew it was for him. Its tail continued to thud hard into the gravel, patient as ever.<br><br>Oh yes, there was... something different about this wolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 21:04:32</strong>
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				One eyebrow very slowly raised above the other as she observed the creature's behavior.&nbsp; She knelt to the gravel and placed the food before him.&nbsp; The thought struck her that, perhaps she had been mistaken.&nbsp; Perchance this was no wolf, but a vastly engorged... dog of some sort.&nbsp; She had heard tales of canines to the North with snow white fur.&nbsp; This creature could surely be one.<br><br>It seemed unwise, but with a good deal of hesitance, she reached out a hand and placed it on the dog-wolf's crown, giving him a tender pat.&nbsp; "I have been starved of company for some time.&nbsp; Perhaps a companion would do me some good, silent or no."&nbsp; It was very hard for her to decide just what he was.&nbsp; The hue of his golden eyes was too rare for any dog she had known, but his manner was too complaisant for the wolves of which her uncle spoke.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you are a dog, I wonder if you already belong to someone, then.&nbsp; Shame on them for losing one with as fine a coat as yours."
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 01:45:26</strong>
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				That physical contact seemed to jar something. It was soft, warm and caring. It caused the wolf to jump back from her and stare in bewilderment. Almost like fear. The large ears perked up high and its silver fur shaken. The food she had lay down for him remained untouched and the wolf stayed back from her briefly. The eyes drifting from her, then to the food. For one reason or another his large tail frilled out and it took a few steps from her, then slowly turned its body, tail flicking back and made a small run to the edge of the gated area and turned hesitantly back. <br><br>Now it sat a rather fair distance. Those golden orbs no longer wide, but drifted into a half closed state. Was it thinking? Judging? The beasts silver mane shimmered in the morning sun where it was sitting. Almost like a statue now as it peered tirelessly in her direction.<br><br><em>...Who are you...?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 02:07:11</strong>
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				His sudden motions startled her, and she quickly withdrew her hand.&nbsp; "Hey!&nbsp; What about your food?" she called out.&nbsp; Maybe trying to pet him and been a bad idea.&nbsp; Wolf, dog, whatever he was, he had still suffered a rather traumatizing accident at the hands of humans.<br><br>"Well, if you change your mind, I'll leave it out for you.&nbsp; Just eat it before it collects any dirt."&nbsp; She scratched her head, more lost than before.&nbsp; The sun would be setting soon, and she had not finished any of her chores for the day, not to mention, if she wanted to support the creature, she would have to hunt for more game.&nbsp; Reason told her to leave the creature go; it was the natural way that if one as he should be hurt, then he would suffer at the hands of fate.&nbsp; Something else in her heart refused such thoughts though.&nbsp; As if she were meant to be his caretaker.<br><br>With a sigh, she ducked back into the cabin for a few moments, then returned with a slingshot and some proper knives.&nbsp; "Look... just... stay here and rest.&nbsp; If you want water, the stream runs behind my house."&nbsp; Would he follow commands?&nbsp; She had no time to worry about it now; she walked to the gate, leaving her patient and her house behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 05:20:17</strong>
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				The wolf suddenly seemed very uninterested in her gestures or words. When she spoke, his head tilted away and glanced to the water of the stream, pouring down the side and the rapids that sloshed against the rocks on the shore edges. The silver fur ruffled and it seemed to be spaced out or thinking way too deeply. Those ears once more flicked to her when she finished speaking. It's head drifting back to her and then down at the meat with little care. <br><br><em>Who are you...?</em> The thought kept going through his mind. Something was off. This place was, nothing? Why did it feel so similar. The stream... It ran to some place. Those golden eyes stared into the water again from where the wolf was sitting, seeming to ignore her requests, talks and pleas. The sudden shift in emotion would cause any person to wonder what was wrong with the animal. <br><br>That voice kept coming back inside his head, asking. Always that same question. He thought it was directed at her... yet he began to understand it more clearly. It wasn't to her, it was to him. The wolf lowered its head some to its footpaws rather randomly, as if seeing something else completely different.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 15:38:16</strong>
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				The creature's sudden coldness alarmed her.&nbsp; Not a moment ago, his tail was wagging like that of a puppy greeting his master.&nbsp; Any longer, and his tongue might have started lolling out of the side of his mouth.&nbsp; Now, it seemed as if her words were nothing more than a mosquito's buzz in his ear.<br><br>At least it was a moderately good time to be looking for food.&nbsp; The sun was on it's descent, so creatures were bold enough to venture into the growing shade.&nbsp; She loaded a slingshot, keeping a weather eye out for the subtlest movement of a leaf.&nbsp; Truth be told, she was no great hunter.&nbsp; She had no mind for killing, and relied mostly on small snares, ironic as it may have seemed.&nbsp; <br><br>What had called for her to take the wolf into her care?&nbsp; Any other time, and she would have prayed for the creature, but surely fled straight after.&nbsp; It was not her place to meddle with the whims of men or the fates of the hunted.<br><br>The questions pestered her, hindering her ability to concentrate.&nbsp; Luckily, she had trapped some rabbits, but she caught little else that day.&nbsp; It seemed meat was not in her future this day.&nbsp; <br><br>She returned to the cabin.&nbsp; The creature was idle, almost lost in its own thoughts.&nbsp; "Here," she spoke, this time, with less softness.&nbsp; A small pile of game was set before him.&nbsp; "Eat up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 00:38:51</strong>
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				The wolf stayed silent and still, even as more food was brought back. It seemed uneasy about the whole situation after that contact, almost fearful. Its large ears pinned up high and then back to listen to the sounds around it, even as the night was upon them. <br><br>The golden eyes waited until the woman had went inside the Cabin, then it quickly dashed and snatched the small game pile of the birds she had set before, then quickly trotted back with its backside to the cabin. Its tail thrashing with thick paws pushing onto the meat, pulling it apart with a few ripping sounds. It only turned its head back to her from where it ate just back outside the gate when she returned to place more food down. A puzzled expression crossed its features before the head turned away, back to the meat it had taken.<br><br>The air was calm, somewhat looming over the situation as if something else was judging them altogether. The back hinge leg still rose just barely with the bandages on it. A small twitch rattled through the leg to show irritation at the wound.&nbsp; A few moments later only scraps of small bones remained of those meat and the wolf began to chew at the bones with a few snaps, as if toothpicks compared to its size. Keeping its back to her and the extra food she had laid down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 01:31:40</strong>
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				Just as she feared.&nbsp; It was too little for him to be satiated, but at least it would hold him over until she could properly hunt in the early morning.&nbsp; "It would be better if you could help me hunt, but then, if that were the case, we wouldn't really be in this predicament, anyway."<br><br>The wolf shook his injured leg, reminding her that she had promised to treat the wound when they returned.&nbsp; She ducked into the cabin, retrieving some actual bandages, more ointment, and a wash cloth with a bowl of water.&nbsp; Yes, he was suddenly less interested in her, but that didn't imply any kind of hostility.&nbsp; There was a chance he would let her still tend to the wound.<br><br>"Sit still for me.&nbsp; This may take some time, depending on how bad it has become."&nbsp; She plopped to the ground by his leg and took out a knife to cut away his previous dressing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 01:38:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shifting just a bit in her hands the wolf seemed uncomfortable with her help and touching its hurt leg. Not because of the pain, but the tingles her skin was sending through its body. The large head turned and gave a slight growl at her as she worked. The silver mane shook and it tried to pull its leg away but could not really walk as it had ate and drank a lot of water. So it merely moved left and right in her grasp with a few annoying small growls.<br><br>The tingles kept jarring small emotions within the beast, He did not know why and every so often looked back at the woman, then to her hands tending the wounds. A deep sigh came from the beast as it seemed to accept her help reluctantly, the tail every so often coming around and thwacking her in the side of the face with an annoyed gesture, letting her know when something hurt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 01:56:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced upon seeing the wound.&nbsp; The bleeding, miraculously, had ceased, but the visible muscle was nothing to blink at.&nbsp; Washing away the caked blood and grease elicited an angry response that briefly shook her.&nbsp; Soon, though, his growls and snarls were less than intimidating to her. <br><br>Her cleaning became vindictive, almost.&nbsp; Sometimes the washcloth slipped, or ointment and leaves were applied with just a little too much pressure.&nbsp; Then, emboldened by some unknown force, the next time he swished his long tail at her, she caught it with a free hand and held it firm.&nbsp; When he turned his head back again to rebuke her, she returned with a dangerous glare.<br><br>"If you would like to walk with a limp for the rest of your life, I suggest you keep doing that.&nbsp; I could easily throw in being tail-less for the same price if you like.&nbsp; Otherwise, calm yourself.&nbsp; I'm nearly done."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 07:52:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(sorry about my lack of posting. Ive been very sick today. )<br><br>A slow rumble came from its throat as she had grasped the tale of the large beast. It twitched and attempted to tug free from her grasp. How very bold of her, but it got her point across. The beast seemed to respect that small bold aspect of her and stopped struggling its leg and moving its tail. However, it kept its head turned away as if it had an attitude.<br><br>The several pushes of the washcloth caused a few winces as it was used to temper the wound. A few small wobbles to the left and right cold be felt but that was merely to keep the balance. After it was done it would give a few tugs on its leg to try and pull free, as if trying to get into the forest and out of her reach. Something about her made it uncomfortable now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince in Wolf's Clothing [Ravin + Delirium]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 01:15:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as she tied the last knot, the leg in her hand immediately did its best to shake her free.&nbsp; Not one to dissent this time, she quickly released him, letting him on his merry way.&nbsp; If he was so keen on getting back to the forest, she wasn't about to stop him, but it was a stupid idea if she could have her say.&nbsp; Of course, she had already convinced herself that the wolf not only had a mind of its own, but selectively understood her anyway.<br><br>"If you're leaving, mind that that bandage has to come off again so I can wash it," she called out, all the same.&nbsp; "Whatever you do, I am going inside now.&nbsp; You're welcome to come in, as long as you don't knock anything over."<br><br>Not that she had many things for the creature to destroy.&nbsp; Still, the statement had to be made.&nbsp; This was her home, and as far as she was concerned, he was a guest to be respected and to respect in return.
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