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Post by Setsuna on Apr 23, 2005 9:34:00 GMT -5
Cloud was watching from the trees as this scene unfolded.
What is going on? she thought, puzzled.
cloud had just slipped away from the hunt to go to the bathroom, and she found this! She could see the hurt and confusion on all of the wolves' faces. Cloud knew what would happen if this went too far. She had seen it before. Cloud took a deep breath, and walked out of the trees.
"Hello, my name is Cloudshadow. Do you know what is going on here? It looks like those two brutes were trying to kill each other! Who are they?" she asked quietly.
Cloud quickly went over what she knew inside her head.
Feathers is the fae with the two pups that both brutes are trying to get. Bullet is the brute from Misty Moors who took care of Feathers. Trace is a direwolf (wow, I haven't seen one of those for seasons) who was Feather's old mate before three of her pups were killed and she left. Trace is also the father of Blue and Ghost. Feathers can't decide between the two brutes, and they both want her. Phew, I hope that's all. If there's more, my head might explode!
Cloud hoped she could help in some way; this was not a very nice situation to be in.
ooc: did i get it all? and shame on you breeze for trying to decide without me! you said you'd wait! grrr heh heh ;D
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Post by Keeper on Apr 25, 2005 8:10:54 GMT -5
Ghost growled and squirmed, trying to get away from his mother's grasp, but in the end let himself be carried, his angry violet eyes never leaving Trace...
Trace shuddered at the pups gaze. He got up and proceeded to follow Feathers, but stopped as he watched Bullet leave after her. Muttering to himself, he began to pace, working out the stiffness that had occured when he had maintained such a tense composure. He stopped and stretched and heard the approach of another wolf. He stopped, his scarred maw and auds high, but he flaatened them back to maintain his dominate composure when Bullet arrive. His tawny orbs drilled into Bullet at his forced speech.
What does he want me to do? Here I am, alone in a pack with those who claim to be friends and when you turn your back, wham! They attack you in the places where it hurts most? He thought darkly, growling to himself.
"I'm Trace." Trace replied, shifting form one stilt to the other, trying to work out the stiffness. He sighed, for suddenly he felt so tired. Too much excitement, eh? he thought to himself, amused.
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