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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2016 18:43:10 GMT -5
In response, Dancer nipped under his chin without realizing she had just shown a sign of submission to Swan. "Oi! That's messed up!" She barked and got to her feet and pushed her muzzle into Swan's shoulder before turning to face Mike and trotting around to face a new direction. "Alright hot shot, we could go to the Ruins of Abeytu. The offer quite a lot of coverage and dens for a camp of sorts. Although, if you wanted to get food, I would heavily recommend the Hunting Plains to bring down heavy duty prey." The lavender wolfess offered, smiling.
She was nearly tempted to call him Alpha as mockery to anger him, since he continuously played little tricks on him. Speaking of tricks, she had somewhat hoped that there really wasn't competition. Dancer didn't know how to put it, but even though she had suggested where they should go, she would much rather follow behind the other two, not trusting herself to lead them perfectly or at least quickly. She knew Swan had plans and to be frank, she hadn't wanted to get in the way of him at all. For all she knew, he could be extremely dangerous.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 17:26:38 GMT -5
Mike nodded about the ruins. Sharia might be nearby, as she was in the forest of love. "We sould wait for my son, he told me he was going to get a power, and I don't want to lose him. I trust him, but I don't want him wandering in there." Mike said, nodding to the border. Mike wondered if Rollan had gotten a power, and if he had, which one?
Mike looked to the three caves, looking at the one where he had gotten his own power. Rollan had a cool head, but if Tabbo had givin him a power to much for most wolves.....(I totaly forgot! I have to go edit a post, thinking of the wrong power)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 21:43:49 GMT -5
Swan sat back down, huffing with indignation. So much for getting a move on. He hadn't known they were that close to the Three Sisters... actually...
If they were that close maybe he should try for some powers of his own. The Swan looked up at the mountain with curiosity. The Grey wolf wondered what powers would be bestowed on him whether Swan requested it or not. He had heard of the sisters giving powers to those that did not originally requested but got stuck with it anyways. Swan frowned at that thought. No, he wasn't ready for that. Maybe one day he would be, but not at that immediate moment.
"Then howl for him, do something to let him know you're here before he wanders off on the other side of the mountain." Swan huffed, stretching his neck before scratching at an itch.
He turned to Dancer once again and watched her for a moment. She was becoming more and more appealing. Their clashing personalities was great entertainment for the grey and black wolf. He stood up once again and trotted after Dancer, just to be near her. Still his tail flagged high. He wasn't about to playfully wag his tail for this she-wolf. Swan only did that at his own reflection.
"We'll head over for theseveral ruins then, securing a space to rest is important and prey is everywhere if you look." Swan said as he walked near Dancer. "After Mike's son comes down, of course." The loner didn't want to leave a potential ally behind. At least not a useful one.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 22:22:52 GMT -5
Dancer flicked her tail a few times to show the fact that she recognized Swan's dominant presence, but even after her tail stilled, it was still held high. Not as high as Swan's, yet still high, to show the fact that she refused to lower herself any farther on their small little ranks of their slowly growing pack of roaming loners of all different alliances. She huffed and glanced at the two before turning her back fully to him and padded over to a patch of lush grass. The manner she walked in was casual, yet wanting to be alone.
When she arrived, she sat, swishing her tail and positioned herself so her back was to them and they couldn't see was she was working on. The speed of her work was somewhat surprising. She was growing bundles of roses, matching each of their coat colors. It was a creative idea, in her own opinion, but she supposed that Mike and Swan might think otherwise. Dancer rolled her dull blue eyes again at the thought of actually caring about what they thought of the her. She thought of her self above that kind of dispute. Either way, her roses bloomed.
A few lavender colored roses sprouted up from the fertile soil, as did cyan and burgundy roses. She carefully plucked them from the dirt and set them in a pile, still out of site. Next to bloom at her paws were the black, dark grey, and grey roses. Even though she was blooming roses for all three of the wolves, she put extra care into pulling out Swan's roses. She was gentle to prevent herself from digging her teeth in and set those into a separate pile as well and turned back to her small work space. Now for Mike.
She felt herself slowly tire at the effort of using her powers the amount that she was using. She had never used her power to this extent before. Dancer was slightly fearful that she would fall asleep and the members in her loner band would abandon her once Mike's son arrived. Instead of growing roses to match every color of Mike's coat, she improvised and grew a red rose that matched his base coat. She arranged them with her's and Swan's colors usually being close to each other and Mike's brighter color being the beautiful contrast between the duller colors.
Her accent markings were bright, but they blended in well and were still somewhat darker shades, instead of bright and rather flashy colors like a neon yellow and neon green wolf who she had seen from afar in her small bit of travels. She grinned a little bit and delicately grew vines that wrapped around her bouquet of colorful roses. The vines tied somewhat sloppily and snapped off from the ground and Dancer reached forward to tie it tighter, and made it slightly more secure. Proud of her handiwork, she plucked it up and turned to her companions, and set it in between the two of them
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2016 17:47:37 GMT -5
Mike: Mike watched Dancer make roses for a while. He listened to the others talk, and agreed about howling for Rollan. Mike stood and howled for his son, who appeared about 20 minuets later. Rollan was almost identical to Mike, just younger and free of scarrs. And where Mike had a power mark on his flank, Rollan now had a Offence power mark on his muzzle. "Here he is now. Rollan, calm down." as his son's power mark flared.
Rollan: Rollan had been making his way down to the valley, mostly to the forest, when he herd his dad. Rollan turned around, and made his way to the Midnight Silence border. Rollan shivered when he remembered his last encounter there, and how bloody it had turned out. He saw a female that he did not recognize, and a male. Rollan growled, his power mark flared. This was mostly show, Rollan would never bite another wolf unless they had it coming to them. He approached, seeing his dad calm, he was calmer. He glanced at the flowers. That's pretty, he thought. "I am calm, dad. And I wouldn't bite anyone, unless anyone WANTS to be sick to there stomach." Rollan's dark green eyes glittered in the dark fog.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2016 19:23:29 GMT -5
Swan looked up when Mike announced his son's presence and looked back onto the mountain. He stood tall as the grey male began sizing Rollan up, looking over him carefully. His ears flicked in annoyance as Rollan became enraged by nothing. What kind of loose canon was this guy anyway? "You better be calm." Swan growled, stopping when he noticed the flower and casually brushed the grey rose closer to himself. It would bring out his eyes. "We don't need that attitude tearing this pack... band... whatever it is apart." Swan grunted, tucking the grey flower under his thick fur.
"We're going to the ruins, come or don't." he frowned, keeping his dominant stance. "But you might want to since we're going to find your sister too." Swan added as he began kneading the ground in impatience. "Now let's go, you too Dancer; stop playing in the dirt." Swan ordered. He would have left long ago, but the grey loner didn't know the area. At that moment he wished he did. It was annoying to be dependent on others.
At least it was only a matter of time for Swan to learn the lay of the land and its wolves that lived in it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2016 22:03:44 GMT -5
Dancer, noticing the new male arrive and assumed it was Rollan who looked around her age and decided that having another friend wouldn't hurt, before his dad spoke. She grew a flower to match his coat as fast as she could, plucked it and trotted over to him. She decided to ignore the other male's growls and his glowing power mark as she gently set the flower at his paws. "Hiya. I'm Dancer, we met your dad when he decided he needed to 'save' us from Midnight Silence. Even though no one was there. Ignore Swan, he a huge jerk."
She added in the last sentence after he didn't even comment on her bouquet. She flinched a little at the comment and turned to look over her shoulder. "Oh, do you know where the ruins are? Or where anything else in this valley is?" She spoke bitterly, since she was hurt by his actions and hadn't noticed Swan take one a rose. Nonetheless, she showed kindness to the new member of their little regiment. The lavender she wolf stood still and refused to head the direction they were bound to head to, instead letting one of the others guide them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 14:19:06 GMT -5
Mike: Mike sniffed the roses. He quietly picked a blood red one for Sharia, remembering his daughter's love of beauty. Mike looked at the forests. "They should be down thata way. If we plan on hunting, we should head to the grass lands. Hunting Plains should be full of good prey at this point in the year."
Rollan: Rollan picked up the rose and smiled. Dancer seemed nice. "I'm Rollan, and I think that was a good thing, I'ev seen them fight before." he said the last part bitterly. He wondered what had become of the other male and the blind female. Not a lot of use thinking about them now, but if he had had his power then... The powermark died down, but Rollan's bite would still be coated in venom. No wolf could turn it off.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 17:20:22 GMT -5
"Your face is a huge jerk." Swan grumbled under his breath as Dancer brushed him off. How dare she do that? He glared at both Dancer and the newcomer, though he watched her more.
The moment Mike pointed the way, Swan hopped up and immediately moved to squeeze in between Dancer and Rollan as he attempted to push the two apart.
"Alright then, let's go, break it up love birds." Swan grunted and tried to herd Dancer towards the direction Mike pointed them to.
"We've got a lot of ground to go down and I'd like to get something to eat and some place to sleep if you don't mind." Swan added, bristling. He wasn't about to fight a potential ally. But he already didn't like Rollan. He was getting too much attention and all attention should be directed towards Swan! Both good and bad, not only bad.
The angry fuzz ball pulled his ears back against his skull as he pranced with his head held high.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 19:39:12 GMT -5
Dancer returned the kind smile and turned to Mike and listened to him and glanced around at their surroundings. Although, before she knew it, Swan was blabbering again and herding her. The she-wolf was lean and Swan was stronger than her and the force being exerted on her shoulder made her stumble in the opposite direction. She frowned and decided that attempting to escape from Swan's reach was futile. She huffed and began to slink after the gray scale male that seemed to want to be alpha of their loner group. With a roll of her eyes, her ears twitched.
"Love birds? You're being ridiculous, as always." She said, but she her voice lacked any mockery or venom that a snarky remark would have. She more had wanted to defend herself so Swan would quit teasing her, but she assumed that her pitiful attempt wouldn't work out well and he would take her for being touchy. Nonetheless, she began to walk with the group in a confident manner, coming to yet another decision, that she wouldn't really care. Although, she glanced over her shoulder with a hurt look at her bouquet, which had been forgotten by one of the wolves.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2016 12:23:20 GMT -5
Mike:Mike padded to the forest, his dark green eyes bright with a new purpose. He had a new set of wolves to protect. Mike left a pawprint in a puddle of mud. Rollan:Rollan followed Dancer's gaze. He slipped back, and grabbed the flowers. They didn't die, so Rollan followed a little behind, thinking he would give it to Dancer when they stopped next. He didn't like her, or did he? Rollan shook his head and followed the band. He looked up, seeing the moon rise. He smiled, and went forward into the night. Rollan let Swan lead, Rollan wasn't a attention hogger. Rollan just wanted to protect his sister. If Sawn tried to hurt her, he would get what was coming to him. ~Exit Rollan and Mike~
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2016 14:14:52 GMT -5
Swan strided forward, taking large, confident steps into the night as he 'lead' the group towards the ruins. What Swan was actually doing was wandering and hoping that he was going in the correct direction. He kept moving forward despite the fact that he kept wincing as the rose in his fur kept poking him with its thorns. It hurt and it was annoying, but Swan ignored it at that moment. His eyes moved towards Dancer. As he watched her from the side, he looked over her. Wondering. Was she great enough to be his beta? With how submissive she was being, he didn't see her as an Alpha. Still, she seemed to be scrappy enough to be a beta... maybe... Swan shifted his eyes away and towards where they were going. Soon, they would be home. ~exit Swan~
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 9:29:17 GMT -5
Dancer glanced back at her flowers again and noticed their sudden disappearance. Wait, what? Then she noticed Rollan gently carrying them back to the group. She grinned, and kept walking with a new sense of pride. Either way, she was somewhat sick of Swan's constant hovering over her shoulder and the fact that there was something sharp in his fur poking against her own shoulder. She side stepped away from him and walked with the rest of the group, heading towards the destination and nudging Swan in that direction when his own trail seemed to slip and turn another direction. She smiled as she walked, holding her head at a normal height. She stopped caring if Swan rebuked her for it. She felt the heat of someone watching her and she glanced up at Swan and met his red eyed gaze before turning her head away, slightly flustered. She internally screamed, why couldn't he stare down Mike or Rollan or some poor rabbit that happened to be eating in the grass somewhere. She huffed as the group of four headed towards their new start as a group together. ~Exit Dancer, of the Swancer Cult~
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