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Post by Meds on Jan 16, 2017 17:01:32 GMT -5
"Kanga!" The call was almost a whisper, but it was laced with frustration—as if the speaker had called the same thing many times. A noise like that sounded wrong against such a bright and warm summer day. The sun was filtering through the trees of the Ashwood Grove, illuminating a few disturbed particles of ash from a fire long ago. It was not yet midday, but already the morning was warm, with a promise to get warmer still.
"Kanga!" Manaaki tried calling again. The dark gray wolf was making his way through the trees slowly. As he went along, whenever his fur was disturbed, it would flash white and silver. This was one fascinating thing about Manaaki. While standing perfectly still he would appear an unbroken shade of rich gray—whenever in motion, however, his fur appeared much lighter. He growled in slight annoyance, the sound an impossibly deep bass. He had long-since lost his twin brother Kanga, and he didn't really think it best to shout for him; after all, the two of them had only just been accepted into Secluded Sunrise. Making a scene wouldn't be a very good way to meet the neighbors. Surprisingly enough, Blaise had accepted both of them in and had quickly explained to them the lay of the land. This, the Ashwood Grove as she had called it, was supposedly a good place to make dens. Manaaki had immediately insisted on going to check this area out first, because then no matter what the rest of the day held, they would have somewhere to turn in for the night. Kanga had rolled his eyes at this, saying that Manaaki was too careful and that he wanted to have a look around instead.
Needless to say, Manaaki had won out (as he often did), but then, as was even more common, Kanga had agreed only to slip away some time later. It was always a wonder, to those that didn't know the pair of them, just how quiet the large wolves could be. The term "large" being, of course, an understatement. They were massive animals—yet that didn't seem to inhibit their ability to move in near silence when they wanted to. "Fine," He finally said, his low voice vibrating out through the shady air. He picked up his pace, having totally given up on Kanga, and eventually came to a well-visited spot. There were a few dens in his sights, and a few promising spots that he could dig out.
However, Manaaki was a very smart wolf, and since he was as yet unknown within the pack, he approached the homes cautiously.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 17:27:21 GMT -5
Amora grunted as she struggled to get used to the chafing and irritating rubbing of her wooden leg against her scarred stub. She had just awakened from an exhaustion induced slumber. The Alphess' daughter had to use her power non-stop to sufficiently bend and manipulate her leg. However she was awake and reenergized. Once upon a time wolves used to mistake her for her mother, but now, with such a blatant disfigurement, no one would. This was a good and bad thing. Good in the way that she could finally be her own person, bad in the way that she could no longer attempt to impersonate her mother Blaise. Yet all of that was absent from the black shewolf's mind as she trained in the woods. She was busy expanding possible dens using her new leg to dig. It was difficult to refrain from scraping at the soil with other plants, she could bend her wooden paw into a more shovel-like shape of she so wanted. She was hard at work, dedicating her waking hours to getting stronger. This commitment made her nearly blind to the outside world, her dark purple eyes drilling mercilessly into the depths of the current den she was working on. Sometimes she wished she could have had more than one power; for right now, she sorely wished she had soil as well. Meds
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Post by Meds on Feb 11, 2017 17:24:29 GMT -5
Manaaki;
Manaaki circled a few of the dens, and was about to run off and find his stupid brother, when an odd sort of scraping caught his ear. He swivvled on graceful feet and rounded a corner of the bluff where the dens were situated. A wolf was there, female if he had to guess at first glance, and she was digging out the dens. She wasn't doing it in a casual way, either. She was going at it. Manaaki raised an eyebrow, trying to disipher the odd scraping sound. It wasn't until the female shifted that he saw the wooden leg. Manaaki had never seen a tool such as that, and at first it startled him. Did she need help? Was it stuck there? But as he watched, he saw that she was actually able to bend the wood (albeit slowly), as if it was a part of her. He had seen other wolves with certain gifts around the valley that couldn't be explained, and perhaps this was another. He certainly couldn't move sticks at will.
"Hello," Manaaki said, his deep voice calm and smooth, as ever. His grey tail swished through the air behind him, the darker fur parting to flash silver and white underneath. He wasn't sure if the shewolf had heard him, because she seemed rather focused. He wasn't one to approach unnannounced though, unlike his brother, and so he sat down a safe distance away. He barked, and was confident that the sound hit the den and echoed around enough to get her attention. He lit his face up with the friendliest smile he could muster, but his eyes held an unspoken curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 21:41:12 GMT -5
A normal wolf would've jumped and hit their head on the top of the den at such an interruption, but Amora wasn't like other wolves. Instead she simply stiffened, ceasing her work and shuffled out backward to assess her situation. Shaking out her fur, freeing the black, pink and sunset colored fur from dust and dirt clods. She was by no means glossy, but most of the grime was gone. her dark purple eyes scanned her surroundings with a nonchalant, yet calculating way. Her gaze quickly found the source of the bark, a rather relaxed male sitting a little ways off. his fur was a strange mixture of neutrals and silvers. He was quite eye-catching to say the least, and that friendly smile only enhanced the effect. She raised and eyebrow and took a few steps forward before sitting herself down, maintaining a larger social distance. Strangely, she wasn't quite sure how to proceed with such an interaction, nor how to go about it. Would she snap at him for interrupting? Introduce herself? Ask him what he wanted? Greet him? Amora felt like she should go for a more relaxed, approachable route, after all, maybe this wolf could prove to be of some sort of use. the shewolf let her tail sway and she dipped her head in greeting. "Yes?" A question prompted an answer, thus igniting the social rituals of introduction.
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Post by Meds on Feb 14, 2017 11:50:23 GMT -5
Manaaki;
"Yes?" So blunt and down-to-business, yet not neccesarily rude. Manaaki's big jaws parted in his smile just slightly, as if he wasn't quite sure what to say. Light gray eyes ringed with black (ever the opposite of his brother) twinkled in his momentary lapse. The wolf before him looked like she had planned on being black of fur, but then bright and viberant pinks, oranges, and yellows had blossomed from the pitch. She looked like much the same kind of wolf (though of course, different colouring) as his new friend Epsilon. Wolves in this valley certainly didn't lack on colour.
—Epsilon. It was obvious, why hadn't he realized before? That was almost certainly who Kanga had run off with. Manaaki fought not to roll his eyes and grin at the realization.
Manaaki cleared his throat, looking curiously—though not at all rudely—at her leg. "Forgive the intrusion," He said, his deep voice the perfect match to his massive body. "I was looking for my brother—he and I have just recently joined Secluded Sunrise. I came this way after I had given up on him, and was planning to perhaps dig out a den for myself. Typical dens aren't quite suited to my size and often need sprucing up."
He purposly didn't mention her leg. He assumed that was probably the first thing she heard from every wolf, and he would certainly tire of hearing the same thing over and over. He dipped his gray head, but didn't approach further. Manaaki was always aware of politness and social expectations.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 17:06:17 GMT -5
How refreshing, a simple glance, but no comment on her leg. She would admit that it was nice of the strange male, but Amora wasn't that kind of wolf. The silvery male dipped his head in apology before calmly explaining his intrusion. He was a new member searching for his truant brother, and a prospective den. His deep voice was soothing and low, reminiscent of the low groans of an elk in the cool misty morning. Amora found his voice to put her at ease, which unsettled her. She loathed being not in control. She always felt the need to manipulate the next move, but with Manaaki, she felt relaxed, like she could trust him. Her gut told her she could, and her gut was never wrong. And so with a swish of her tail she took a seat across from him. "Well, you caught me at a good time, I was just digging some out." She stretched out her false leg, a dry, half smile on her lips, her dark eyes growing hollow as she thought of the incident long ago, before filling back in with the brightness of youth. Afterall she had achieved quite the engineering miracle by creating the prosthetic.
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Post by Meds on Feb 21, 2017 18:07:38 GMT -5
Manaaki;
The female before him smiled and looked reletively at ease; that is, until she wasn't anymore. It almost seemed like being at ease was what made her ill at ease. Manaaki's grey ears flicked as he watched her with keen eyes. Then, with a wave of her tail through the autumn air, she sat and fixed him in her gaze. Manaaki took the cue and eased himself down onto his strong haunches as well, rocking his weight back and forth in balance for a moment before becoming still. She told him that he'd come at a perfect time—that she had been busy digging some out. A crooked smile played at Manaaki's jaw—simliar to the grin of his brother, yet different in his own way. "Oh, I would never assume that just because you were digging, you were doing so for me." With those keen eyes, he had seen the way she had been bending and working that wooden leg of hers—she was digging to strengthen it, it was clear to him. When she stretched it out though, the light left her eyes and a cool expression came to her face. Manaaki tilted his head gently to one side and watched her. It was no doubt an unhappy memory attached to that leg. But then, as if it hadn't happened at all, the light returned and she sighed as if letting something go.
"Well I like it." Manaaki said matter-of-factly, not bothering to explain what he meant. "Everytime I try to bend wood like that it snaps clean in two." He was, of course, referring to trying to climb trees or finding branches across streams strong enough to hold his weight, but he thought she would perhaps appreciate the joke.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 18:24:06 GMT -5
Amora smirked as he completely sassed her. Oh, this was going to be interesting indeed. "Was I digging? I didn't notice." She quipped, holding her head high and flipping a clod of dirt out of her tail. Amora felt her lips wanting to turn into a grin, and almost reluctantly let them. She lowered her head again to maintain the comfortable conversation flowing. Manaaki continued on, chatting about his experience with bending wood. "So....I suppose you can't do this?" With a glow of her power mark, she lifted her leg and bent it into the shape of a duck's head. She was slightly surprised it had worked, perhaps she was improving in her power. She lifted the wooden duck puppet up. "Quite the accurate portrayal of you, don't you think?" Amora laughed, shifting the duck back to her normal paw-well, as normalas a wooden paw could attempt to be. To be clear, Amora certainly did not think Manaaki looked like a duck. In fact she wan only making fun out of his face, because she would it quite handsome, and any weakness she found in herself, she had to compensate for. "so's that why you were sneaking about here, finding a den, or your brother?"
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Post by Meds on Feb 21, 2017 18:36:47 GMT -5
Manaaki;
She gave a quick retort, mentioning that she hadn't even noticed that she had been digging. Manaaki's eyebrows lowered, and a swift smile appeared and left on his maw. He hadn't even been trying to sass her with that one—well, maybe a little bit. She asked if he could bend his paw magically into the shape of a duck. A deep chuckle rolled out of him, a deep bass that viberated through the autumn air amid the falling leaves. He held his own big paw up, and squinted his eyes in an apparent effort. He gave it a shake, and it appeared silver for a moment as the fur parted, before reverting back to the duller gray. "That's the best I can do." He admitted, raising an eyebrow rougeishly. When she mentioned that it was quite the good portrayel of his face, he tilted his head as if considering.
"Oh, no. Terrible, sloppy work. I'm sorry. My beak is obviously a lot longer than that." His eyes twinkled when he smiled, and his tail swept against the earth behind him. Then, she changed subjects and dropped her eyes. Manaaki nodded and looked up to the orange, yellow, and red canopy above them. "A little bit of both. My brother is increasingly hard to find if he doesn't want to be found. Dens, nhowever, move around a lot less than him. They make better conversation, too." A smile cracked his mouth again, revealing shocking canines in the mean time.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 11:47:00 GMT -5
Amora shook her head in mock dismay. "How dull. How saddeningly ungifted. 'Tis a shame, a perfectly good paw wasted on such an individual." the dark shewolf grinned fully, enjoying this pointless banter. Well, she supposed it was good for a laugh and, hey, banter is what got friendships going. She remembered meeting Epsilon formally for the first time. She was helping him dig out a den, apparently digging was how you met other wolves. He went on to say that her attempt of an image of him was not at all like him. He obviously had a longer bill. Amora snorted and swished her tail in the dirt, her grin never fading. He then spoke of how his brother would go where he wished, and was very hard to find. So he was multi-tasking, two birds with one stone, find his brother and claim a den. He truly had caught her at a good time, she had been digging out dens in this area all day. "Tell you what, I can help you search. For both if you'd like." She found herself offering her services to this grey male. She saw no reason not to trust him, and while he was big, she was smart and had a quite powerful ability. So she saw no danger in accompanying him. Besides he was a member of Secluded Sunrise. Her mothers judgement was better than as to let a dangerous wolf into her lands.
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Post by Meds on Feb 25, 2017 13:15:51 GMT -5
Manaaki;
Saddeningly ungifted? Why, if Manaaki had been a different wolf, he may have been mock-offended at that. "I'll have you know," He said, standing up and tossing his head lightly as if he was too good for the conversation. "That I choose not to dabble in unnatural gifts." He sniffed self-righteously, but his easy smile stay the whole time. "I'll hunt for you, sure. Fight for you? Absolutly. But bend my paw into a duck? That I shall not do." He laughed, the deep bass rolling out from his chest in waves. He had said the words lightly, easily, not really paying attention to what they meant. He caught himself, as Manaaki usually did (in the rare event that catching was needed). "Not," He added with a flash of his dark-rimmed eyes, "As though you need somebody to do that for you." He smiled triumphantly that he had saved himself before she could retort with some snide, smart-alecky comment. His easy voice didn't reflect his victory, but if she had been looking at his eyes, she may have caught it.
Then he dropped his head, swinging it from side to side. It would be good to find Kanga, if only to get him to find his own den so Manaaki wouldn't have to. Besides, this female had offered to help him, and four eyes and seven legs were better than the latter—especially when five of them had been around the territory for a lot longer. Manaaki nodded to himself and eased his bulk upward, the powerful hips and shoulders supporting him easily. "My name is Manaaki—and the twin we are now seeking is Kanga. Depending on the day, he may seem unpredictable and even cold at first; on the other hand, he may be in a ridiculous mood. Just know that though he has quite as large as I am, he won't be a danger." He felt it only fair to give her the Kanga talk before actually meeting. His brother was such a free spirit, he may completely ignore her, or completely ignore Kanga, all for his own reasons. Manaaki chuckled, thinking about his brother.
"Might I ask your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 12:43:18 GMT -5
Amora raised an eyebrow as the hewolf went on about how he chose not to delve into strange gifts. She supposed that botany was strange, and to outside wolves, the very notion of powers and the mystic white wolves was probably regarded as the stuff of fairy tales and pup stories. The large silvery grey male went on to say how he would fight and hunt for her. this intrigued her, even though she knew their conversation was all in fun and youthful teasing, there was still an underlying layer of feeling and truth. Yet, his joking speech would have to be tested at a later date, for the conversation was taking a more practical turn.
He had agreed to her offer to help hunt down his brother, who had apparently wandered off. This, according to her deductions, was quite the usual happening. The older sibling introduced himself as Manaaki and his brother as Kanga. They owned quite the pair of names, and surely the wolves were as interesting as their titles. Manaaki proceeded to tell her that his brother was quite the spontaneous creature with a mood and countenance not unlike the unpredictability nature of water. One moment cold, sluggish and dangerous. The next a jolly, mischief in the form of rain. Amora found this mental explanation and first impression quite entertaining. "Amora," She answered him, rising to her three tri-colored paws.
"Daughter of Blaise."
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Post by Meds on Mar 8, 2017 15:35:38 GMT -5
Manaaki;"Amora,"Manaaki couldn't help but smile as she introduced herself. He blinked slowly, carefully, logging the name to his memory. The meaning of names was often an insight to the wolf; at least, that's what most believed. Manaaki knew first hand that many times, though a pup may have been named for a certain reason, the wolf that grows into it may take on an entirely in a different meaning that was unique to them. Take he and his brother, for example. Named for a blessing and a curse, they were to be pitted against each otherâManaaki was to be the wonder-pup, and Kanga was expected to be the resentful, evil brother. Well, perhaps things would have turned out that way, but instead of turning them against each other it just brought them closer. Manaaki was a blessing to his brother, and Kanga brought the curse against his father when he didn't live up to the name. Amora, on the other hand, meant love. Manaaki hid a rascally smile as he wondered whether she lived up to her name or not. Upon first impressions, he figured that no, in fact, she was not the sort of female to go whimpering and crying after a male that had stolen her heart. But first impressions could be wrong... he somehow doubted it in this case, though. "Daughter of Blaise."This time Manaaki couldn't hide his expression. It wasn't the usual, perhaps more common expression of awe and reverence, it was more amused. He was sure she got the full-brunt of bowing and excuses for former behaviour before a stranger had discovered that she was 'important'. Manaaki hated wolves like that. Why treat somebody any different just because of their position? "Ah," He said, nodding in understanding and coming a few steps closer to the multi-coloured female. "She, I have met. Kanga, too." His voice held the hint of a smile, as if explaining that perhaps Kanga wasn't Blaise's favourite wolf of the planet. Was he anybody's save Manaaki's, though anyway? "Well, shall we go and find the miscreant?" Perhaps he was painting Kanga in a bad lightâbut he wanted to prepare Amora just in case. ————— Kanga;Kanga was, in fact, no where near the Ashwood Grove that day. He had found his way into the Canopied Clearing, and was currently crunching the bones of a rather large rat he had frightened out of its den because he was such a good and observant hunter and had known it was there. In all reality, the big wolf had flopped to the forest floor in the shade of the trees after his afternoon of hard running. The ground had fairly shook when he sat like that, and the rat had come scurrying out. Kanga was a lot of things, but slow, he was not. He had crushed the rat's skulls with a paw and was now enjoying a small mid-afternoon snack. Small being the key word.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 11:10:24 GMT -5
Manaaki wasn't surprised at all, or at least didn't choose to react as most wolves did. While his underwhelming reaction didn't bring Amora her usual smirk of satisfaction, it gave her a better outlook on this grey wolf's personality. He didn't judge based on heritage. Respect was earned by what that wolf did. Manaaki must be a very level headed wolf. Which would make sense considering all that he was making Kanga out to be. A rascal, spontaneous, brash, blunt. Very interesting indeed. This pair of brothers was surely amusing to be around.
Amora smiled, a genuine, honest smile. It was small, hardly there, but it was there. Manaaki was quickly becoming a real acquaintance. Not yet in the caliber of vivacity of her and Epsilon, but then again, she had only known Manaaki for a matter of ten minutes. With a roll of her shoulders, she scanned the immediate area with her deep purple gaze. "Well, If he was around here I reckon one of us would've met him. Or heard him for that matter." Amora tunred her head back towards Manaaki. "Why don't we check the Canopied Clearing then?"
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Post by Meds on Mar 20, 2017 15:38:43 GMT -5
Manaaki;Amora smiled. Manaaki didn't allow his eyes to linger, in fact he made off as if he hadn't notcied—but she had. That was a comforting thought. Not bowing to the daughter of the alphess could have gone one of two ways. Thankfully, it had taken the less troubling direction. A bark of quiet laughter escaped Manaaki's jaws when she mentioned that they would probably have heard Kanga if he had been near by. He bent his thick neck in an earnest nod or two, a deep chuckling rumbling in his broad chest. "Oh, he would have made sure of it." Sharp teeth glinted in the watery sun as he smiled. Those teeth were clearly good for two things: ripping things apart with ease and without effort—and smiling. The latter was Manaaki's go-to. Amora suggested going to the Canopied Clearing to find the MIA twin. Manaaki was glad to be along with her—he hadn't explored the territory much by then, and having a set of eyes that knew their way around would be a blessing. He nodded, and eased his bulk upwards to stand. He hadn't seen Kanga since before the sun had risen. He cast his eyes at the sky, and noted that it was well past noon. Kanga could have gotten into any manner of activities since then. ——————- Kanga, Manaaki;Kanga was stretched outwards and upwards against a tree. In such a position he made quite the shocking (and surprisingly tall) sillhouette. He was scrabbling against the trunk, trying to swipe at a mischevious raccoon with his dangerous claws. With each bat of his powerful legs, the brown fur parted to reveal the ruddy red underneath. Though he and his brother were not as fantastically coloured as some of the others wolves in the valley, they weren't without their own charm. The blasted raccoon was edging nearer and nearer to an unguarded bird's nest every second left unattended, and Kanga didn't want that to happen. One focused smell had told him that there were eggs there, and the theif knew, as well. "Not today," He growled under his breath, fairly shaking the air. Barking hadn't frightened the 'coon away though, and the large wolf couldn't exactly take the tree down, for fear of harming the nest (though he most certainly could). The tree was bowing under his weight all the same as he reached for the black and white fur in vain. His claws were precariously close, and as soon as he made contact the raccoon would be finished—but it was the getting it that was proving difficult. Manaaki and Amora crested a hill a little ways off from the russet wolf. The sight of such a large animal, stretched to such an amazing and unnatural height was simultaneously surprising and also completely expected. Manaaki nodded his head. That was about right. He looked sideways, flashing Amora a slightly embarressed, slightly pupish grin, before trotting down the hill towards his brother to see what the fuss was about.
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