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Troubles of My Own [open] Aug 31, 2012 12:50:55 GMT -5

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Post by vanadium ! on Aug 31, 2012 12:50:55 GMT -5

It had been so long since she had last seen her family. Years, really, between then and now, and her mind often wandered to where her brothers and sister had gone. Like them, she had been a free spirit, longing to be wild and free. However, all of them had been very different; Cesaru was a monstrous villain, Rexene was an angel, Kirodos a prankster, and Anakaros was destined to be a serious, loving father and alpha one day, while Vesetai herself was more of a thieving spy. She found no happiness in being around very many other people, and tended to stick to herself and her mind.

She roamed through the trees, her dark body slinking through the brush, tenderly stepping through the vegetation as not to make much sound. Her soft nose twitched continuously, searching for any other scents of others. However, she was relaxed and at peace with herself. The fall scents filled her nasal cavities and filled her up. She was happy, and it was a rare feeling for her. Vesetai was an introvert; sometimes she could deal with other people, but she found herself truly thriving when she was alone, with just the birds chirping in the trees of the outdoors, the crickets nearby singing their little songs. Water strummed across the rocks, creating harmonious notes that filtered through the air and into her erect ears. Her tail swished from side to side and a little smile had found it's way to her lips. Fall was truly her favorite time of the year.

Sometimes, she wished she could find someone to love. At one point, she had thought maybe she had found him, but soon enough she had found that she couldn't stay tied down within her mother's pack. Being a roamer had it's ups and downs, but Vese liked it more often than not. It would take a lot for her to actually settle down, and at four years old, she was in no position to do so at any time soon.

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Troubles of My Own [open] Sept 1, 2012 19:20:13 GMT -5

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Post by Fenrir on Sept 1, 2012 19:20:13 GMT -5

Agh! These bugs! Fenrir thought angrily, swatting a rather large mosquito away with his paw. As much as he loved the forest, the bugs were a pain in the tail. This place had seemed nice enough, the bugs just kinda ruined it. Fenrir had come here hoping to find a meal, but he was making a racket, jumping around and swatting at the bugs. There was no way any prey would be around at this point. He didn't think he had been in the forest very long, but his skin was already itchy and irritated from bug bites, and he was feeling pretty miserable. I'm definitely not settling down here... Yeah, this place, as pretty as it was, was going to be crossed off his list. It was such a shame too. Normally, Fenrir loved nothing more than a stroll in the woods. Had he always just blocked the bugs out of his mind? Or were the forests in his homeland just not this buggy? "Ack!" Fenrir snarled out of frustration. I've got to get out of here!

Fenrir set off at a full out sprint, which for him wasn't very fast, hoping to either find his way out of the woods or find a less buggy area. Crashing through the trees and stumbling over various plants and roots, he knew for sure now that he wouldn't be catching a meal here. I really hope I'm not trespassing right now... He hadn't smelled any other wolves, but running around though a pack's territory, scaring off prey probably wouldn't go over well with its residents. He just hoped this was unclaimed land. Fenrir didn't want a pack's first impression of him to be that he was stupid and reckless.

Suddenly, Fenrir realized he no longer could hear the faint buzzing of the bugs anymore. Slowing to a walk, now panting lightly from the effort, the large grey male took in his surroundings. "Wow... This place was beautiful. The entire forest was engulfed in a beautiful green hue. Ok, this wasn't so bad. In fact, the bugs seemed much lighter here. Nope, not bad at all. The scent of another wolf, he judged to be female, pulled Fenrir from his thoughts. He glanced around, but didn't see her. "Anyone there?" He called softly, lowering his body to show he was no threat. This had become a habit of his over the years. Other wolves seemed more interested in talking to him when he showed right off that he meant no harm.

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Troubles of My Own [open] Sept 2, 2012 13:13:09 GMT -5

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Post by vanadium ! on Sept 2, 2012 13:13:09 GMT -5

The leaves crunched pleasantly under Vese's feet. When she walked through the grasses she made a point to smell the different plants slowly crisping up in the autumn winds, and to save these scents for the next few months to come. The scents were so strong and scrumptious that she wouldn't have been able to smell another pack's borders if she even tried. She was so quiet and small, though, that she didn't think she would run into any other wolves out here. It had never really been a problem for her; she was dark, rustic colored, and stealthy; it wouldn't take much out of her to run away, either. Her body was like a bullet, and she could slip out unnoticed if necessary.

She paused, looking up at the ending summer sky and sat down, curling her tail around her back paws. With her celery eyes she looked up and lost herself in the floating clouds, the orange sun, the slowly fading light. The crickets had just started coming out, and every once in a while she saw a deer poke it's head out of the trees. She chuckled when they darted back, however; one look at her, and they were gone. Vesetai was a long, tall wolf, but she seemed small because of her skinny stature. She hunkered down closer to the grasses, watching the wildlife around her, when a new scent drifted past her dark nose.

She turned her head a few degrees to the right, and just saw a lighter colored figure sit down into the grass. A voice called out, and she could feel him looking around, his gaze passing over her every now and again. She didn't think he had seen her just yet, but he knew she was around. His words were unclear, but she figured he looked submissive enough to at least hold a pleasant conversation with. She began slowly slithering towards him, snaking her body through the grass and keeping her own body low as well, in case they were inside closed territory. It was customary for Vese to keep herself low. "Who might you be?" She said quietly, a few meters from him now, her low and resonating voice carrying on only the low notes of the winds.

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Troubles of My Own [open] Sept 3, 2012 11:24:11 GMT -5

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Post by Fenrir on Sept 3, 2012 11:24:11 GMT -5

It seemed he was correct about not being alone. Fenrir smiled warmly as the other wolf came into view, bowing his head slightly. He didn't smell any other wolves, so he figured she was probably alone. Which probably meant this wasn't a pack's territory. "Who might you be?" As she asked, Fenrir studied her body language carefully. At least so far, she didn't seem overly dominant or fearful, which was always a good sign. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation. "My name is Fenrir. I hope I am not intruding, I was just passing through. And you are?" He smiled once again, verifying his intentions.

He actually found it a little disappointing that this wasn't claimed land. Were there any established packs around here? Fenrir sure hoped so, because starting his own pack didn't sound very appealing. He was much more a follower than a leader. Still, he really didn't enjoy being alone. Perhaps this female might know the land well. "Are you from around here? I'm looking for a place to settle down but I haven't had much luck finding any packs." He inquired as he shook his head to shoo a fly away. This place was quite buggy, perhaps he was just looking in the wrong place.

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Troubles of My Own [open] Sept 7, 2012 22:30:43 GMT -5

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Post by vanadium ! on Sept 7, 2012 22:30:43 GMT -5

Vesetai smiled a bit herself as the gray male introduced himself. He seemed pleasant, and it had been a while since she had found someone decent to converse with. Her entire family was one giant cluster of personalities that were completely different from another, but one thing that tended to run in the gene pool was madness and insanity. So, conversation always ended up a little on the surprising side when speaking to a good few of her family line.

"My name is Fenrir. I hope I am not intruding, I was just passing through. And you are?"

Vesetai looked at him with her soft eyes and kept them looking at him. She felt at ease with this male, though she knew how deceiving looks could be. Her uncle Taydin had been the absolute perfectionist at becoming a sweet gentleman when he wanted something. She knew however that very few wolves in this world were as cunning as her own family and she had doubts that he was much like him, anyways. "A pleasure, sir Fenrir. I am Vesetai. " The dark woman looked around, inspecting the surroundings. "And I don't believe you are in any sort of predicament when it comes to borders, as there seem to be none." She smiled quietly and looked out past the field. "I know about as much as you do when it comes to these territories, I am a traveler. A gypsy, if you will."

"Are you from around here? I'm looking for a place to settle down but I haven't had much luck finding any packs."

"No, not at all. I am from Gorgon Wood, a territory far, far to the north." She twitched the tip of her tail upon her paws, pondering. "I have heard of but one pack, and the name escapes me. However, I am looking to perhaps settle down in the area as well, for my time of travels seem to be over." She sighed her words, and she looked out with a slight grimace. "And you? Where are you of?"

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Troubles of My Own [open] Sept 10, 2012 20:44:04 GMT -5

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Post by Fenrir on Sept 10, 2012 20:44:04 GMT -5

Either the other wolf hadn't seen his crazy, bug swatting antics, or she was just being polite and not mentioning it. Whatever the case, he was quite grateful. If he had seen a wolf acting as he had, it would have definitely struck him as odd. Fenrir suppressed a chuckle at the thought. He had been called odd many times, but never for something quite so...silly. The thought was actually quite refreshing, as it seemed to be a perfect first step to creating his new life. Perhaps here instead of being Fenrir the Warrior, he could be Fenrir the Jester. Not that he was ever much of a warrior, anyway.

As the female he now knew to be Vesetai introduced herself, he smiled warmly. It seemed he had come across pleasant company. In this day and age, that wasn't always a given. Although, he was a tad disappointed that once again, he found himself in neutral territory. He hadn't thought that his sense of smell was so bad that he couldn't find a pack's border. Oh well. At least I have an opportunity to gain a new acquaintance here. He smiled at the thought. She didn't seem to have any knowledge about the region, just as he himself did not. "I suppose I'm a bit of a traveler myself." Traveler. Outcast. It didn't really matter now. Every wolf had a past, and he knew it was more important what he made of his future, and Fenrir had every intention of making a great future.

Fenrir nodded as Vesetai told him of her origins, though he didn't recognize the name of her homeland. It seemed they were in similar situations. Well, not the outcast part, as far as he knew, but the ending of a long journey part. Perhaps they might even end up in the same pack, as she had confirmed the existence of at least one. "I'm glad to know that there is at least one organized pack here. I haven't come across any pack wolves yet." His gaze slowly moved down to his paws as he spoke, the question about his origins saddening him. He really did miss his family. "I'm from the opposite direction, from lands far south. We just call our region The Valley, and our pack was just known as The Pack." Fenrir shook his head and chuckled. "My ancestors were not very creative." Hopefully, whatever pack he decided to join would have a much better name. "What sort of pack are you looking for?

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Troubles of My Own [open] Sept 16, 2012 17:01:47 GMT -5

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Post by vanadium ! on Sept 16, 2012 17:01:47 GMT -5

The winter air was crisp and had touched the tips of the grasses already, as well as the tips of the trees and the bottoms of the dark female's feet. The sun's rays were slowly fading as it began to disappear behind the trees, but Vesetai was openly welcoming the night's soon arrival. It was cloudy, a little chilly, and the wind ruffled her dark fur in soft little waves along her back. She looked out over the horizon, past the field of long grass that they had stopped at the edge of and watched the sun dance over the tops of the trees. Vese turned to the dark male beside her, zoning back into the conversation. He smiled at her, and she pulled a half smile back to him.

"I suppose I'm a bit of a traveler myself."

"That makes two of us, then." She gave him a simple smile, and looked back out at the tops of the grass, thinking again. He seemed like a decent guy, at least friend wise, and could be useful and convenient if she kept him around. Neither of them knew exactly what to do, and neither knew where they were going. Perhaps they could stick together, at least for a little while?

"I'm glad to know that there is at least one organized pack here. I haven't come across any pack wolves yet."

Vesetai nodded. "I haven't either. Or at least, not as far as I know. They haven't mentioned it." She laughed a little. He looked down at his paws and she grew a bit curious at the saddened look that briefly flickered through his eyes. But she paid no real mind to it and let it go, as she figured she hardly knew him at all. At least, not well enough to ask. "I'm from the opposite direction, from lands far south. We just call our region The Valley, and our pack was just known as The Pack." He chuckled, and she smiled a little, noting that he had a nice, ringing laugh. "My ancestors were not very creative." Vesetai laughed. She twitched her tail and curled it the other way around her body, leaving a cold spot on her right hip. "What sort of pack are you looking for?"

Vese shrugged. "One that I can have a difference in, I suppose. One that is inclusive, and tighter than the normal pack. Perhaps one I can be a mother in." She smiled wistfully at the sunset.

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Troubles of My Own [open] Sept 26, 2012 17:00:56 GMT -5

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Post by Fenrir on Sept 26, 2012 17:00:56 GMT -5

Fenrir was beginning to wonder about this region; the landscape seemed very vast and plentiful, but it didn't seem like anyone was here to claim it. It was one thing to have neutral territory, but no packs at all seemed a little odd. There's gotta be some around here. Slightly frustrated, he plopped down into a sitting position and watched the golden line of sun as it slowly fell behind the trees. Night was upon them, and the bugs were once again beginning to swarm. Perhaps their best bet would be to move on for the night. Although, she doesn't seem bothered at all. Looks like I've just gotten a little soft. Fenrir thought to himself, shaking his head to shoo a mosquito. With the temporary relief from the insect, he sat back on his haunches and listened intently as the female spoke. It seemed like they were on the same page, or at least pretty close. "I can agree with that." He said softly, hopeful visions of the future dancing through his mind.

With a sigh, Fenrir snapped himself out of his day dream. "My apologies for drifting, miss." He said, referring to his wandering mind. "I have a feeling this region is meant to be my home, and I keep getting caught up in events that have not even happened yet." Yes, yet. There was no if. He had worked too hard and come too far to give up on his dreams. Even if it took him many years, he knew he would find happiness here. He couldn't think of any plausible reason for knowing this, it was just a feeling that had been growing since he arrived in this region.

With the sun dipping further below the trees, he once again began considering plans for the night. He couldn't really imagine staying here, it was far too buggy. "Are you planning on staying here tonight? These insects are getting the best of me." He said with a chuckle, swatting a mosquito with his tail that had landed on his flank.

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Troubles of My Own [open] Oct 6, 2012 13:27:44 GMT -5

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Post by vanadium ! on Oct 6, 2012 13:27:44 GMT -5

The soft harmonies of the other living things that surrounded the two buzzed in the night air. Soft chords of birds, deer, crickets, and the ever blowing soft wind whistled through the spaces of the grass and branches that glittered along the edges of the field in the sun's last few rays. A soft hum covered the field where the two sat, the lightning bugs beginning to dance along the edge of the tree line and float above the grasses, softly swaying to and fro, brushing themselves along each other in another soft melody, the entire world around them becoming a cacophony of the sounds of life, beautifully amplified in the settling night air.

"I can agree with that."

Vesetai looked to him, and nodded, understandingly. The whispers of the warm spring air blew their flowery scents through the female's long tresses of fur. She was happy here, she could feel it already. In her long journeys across the earth, in search of a home that may for once actually hold her wandering gypsy heart still, she had found it here, she believed. "My apologies for drifting, miss. I have a feeling this region is meant to be my home, and I keep getting caught up in events that have not even happened yet."

The dark female chuckled good-naturedly and looked over her shoulder to him. "It's funny you should say that, as I was just musing over the same thing." A small grin bubbled up onto her lips, and her ears pricked forward, eager to catch the lively sounds of her new home. She knew not where she was, but if all the rest of the lands were as pretty as those she currently stood in, she felt she wouldn't have a problem adapting to this new place.

"Are you planning on staying here tonight? These insects are getting the best of me."

She flicked her right ear towards him, keeping her gaze wandering slowly around the treeline, but letting him know with the small movement that she was indeed listening to him and acknowledging him. "I'm not so sure," She murmured, thinking. "The bugs do not bother me so much as the potential danger of being out in the open. Would you be up for searching for a pack territory, my new friend?" She questioned, her light spirited heart set upon discovery.