Border Control (Open)

[Captain]

It was a bright and sunny fall day and Captain knew it would be one of the lasts. With Winter right around the corner, sunny days were limited and would soon be replaced with white clouds and falling snow. Making the best of the day, the beta decided to go out and circle the pack’s borders, making sure all was secure and that no loners were trying to intrude. He sighed peacefully to himself as he walked, enjoying the quiet. Birds had already migrated south so none of their calls could be heard and prey was beginning to migrate and go into hibernation so the land was quiet as well. As for sounds that could come from other wolves, he wasn’t sure where the members of his pack were or what they were doing but he guessed they were busy doing their own things.


Making his way to Selunari Expanse He allowed himself to loose himself to his thoughts. He wondered if the things he had done in the past year would have made Renee proud and if she would be happy with the pack he picked and the position he received. Well, the last part he knew the answer to, she had always enjoyed watching him lead and would be more than proud to see him as an alpha or a beta, more so than any other rank. Everything else however was a guess and he had to try not to doubt himself. He had learned from a young age that there was always room from improvement and so he wondered if he had really done things to the best of his ability. Could he have found his pack sooner? It was just one example of things he knew he could have improved on, he only hoped Renee was happy with the fact that even though it did take him a year, he still managed to get where he was eventually.


As he got to Selunari Expanse, he came back to reality and looked around. He, of course, hated the feel of the ground, the everlasting wetness that would never go away. But he enjoyed the rest of the area. He loved watching the glow worms that lived on the ceiling, providing constant light. Even in the darkest of nights, they provided a light that acted like a hopeful flame to the pack, speaking of the best that they could be. He found the moss and ferns interesting and a pretty sight and enjoyed the feeling and scent that came with brushing against them. Looking to his right and then to the left, he decided to start with the right side of the land and then move to the left. Upon first glance, everything seemed to be in order and no one seemed to be around but he knew better than to trust all first impressions.

[Mythril]

The sunlight broke lazily from the skies, its lingering warmth cutting through the hint of a chill that herald the coming of winter, fell unheeded against the thick pelt of snow and shadow. Clear pale colored eyes drifted slowly across the landscape, unblinking. Regal in her silence, Mythril’s thoughts drifted even as she surveyed her new packs lands. Soon enough she would return to the task she had set before herself. Kiva had been kind in her acceptance, but in her heart the wariness still existed. The unrelenting certainty that they too would vanish, killed or taken, just as every other being that had entered her life since the first time she had stepped foot from her birth packs den. It made it difficult for the icy female to allow others to get close, for that matter she had yet to actually meet the rest of the pack. Only observed them from a good distance away, whether it was their choice or hers it did not matter, the result was still the same. She would always be an outsider.

Flanks heaved with a heavy sigh before that frame pushed upward to her paws then surging forward, seeking out the one solace she had retained for the most of her life, the medicinal value of plant life. It had been a thought that had taken root shortly after she had woken, stitched and bandaged. The medication they laced with her meat for pain did little to help, even years after the wounds were nothing more than twisting bands of scar tissue the pain lingered. Not that one could tell for despite or perhaps inspite of the pain she moved with a fluid grace, unbroken or hampered by the damage to her body.

Still she dreamt of being pain free, of taking a step with which the careful calculation of the motion held nothing more than a natural movement. So even in the face of her confinement at human hands she had sought any and every piece of information she could about the property of plants, for good or ill in usage. It was only natural that she would continue her self-education now that she held a larger cage in which to roam and discover. A bitter smile stretched across her maw. Truth be told she knew she was lucky Kiva had given her the opportunity to join her pack, granted it was at a low rank but who could blame her? After all she knew nothing of Mythril, nor did Myth know anything about her, and to hold a position of Healing within a pack one had to hold a large amount of trust of her packmates.

Even while a part of her mind mulled over the past and present affairs, the clear pale gleam of those yellow eyes was constantly on the move searching. Even as she came upon a vast open cavern, the ceiling lit with hundreds of glow worms, casting and eerily curious light within. The soldiers perched atop that lupine skull flickered in an ever present awareness of her surroundings. A formed habit born from the attack that had shattered and recreated the whole of her essence and life. One ear, its damage as obvious as the savage scars running up her left shoulder, and neck that not even the thickness of her pelt could hide, shifted back then forward. The blacken tip of that icy muzzle twitched as a scent caught her attention. It was not a scent she was familiar with, not that she was familiar with many scents yet, still she knew it was not any of her packmates. The same instant she became aware of this fact she became aware of another major detail, at some point in her search she had stepped over the bounds of Othala lands and into the neighboring packs lands. Now she was unaware of Othala’s relationship with these wolves, if they had one.

Inside she silently berated her stupidity; she was no longer among the half tamed wolves of a human controlled compound, no she was among the wild. It was far too late to turn back, for surely the male whose scent she had caught had also caught her own; after all she had done nothing to conceal her presence. So she would move forward with caution, until she caught sight of him. That skull lifted at a proud angle, those ears perked forward in cautious curiosity, the thick plum of her tail lowered.

Word count: 735
Muse: Plentiful
Tag: Captain/Open
Notes: Peek-a-boo

[Captain]

Captain Walked at the pace of a leisurely stroll, his tail flicking back and forth in contentment. His ears were perked to catch any out of place sounds and his handsome blue eyes swept from left to right as he walked. Every few feet he would stop and look around, making sure everything was how it should be and then he would continue on, only to repeat the process. Once he made it to the end of the mile-long stretch, he took a minute to sniff over everything and make sure no loners had been there and then he turned away and made his way back, once again stopping every few feet. Once he made his way back to where he had started he gave himself a few minutes to rest and then started down the left side.

However, before he could get very far, he halted, tilting his head cautiously. He had the caught of the scent of a female whom he did not know not far ahead and quietly he stalked forward. Once she came into view he stopped and looked her over. She was a black and white wolf with yellow eyes and though she didn’t seem to be a threat, he couldn’t just dismiss her like that. “Ma’am may I ask what you’re doing in these lands? Did you come to seek acceptance into our pack or are you here for a different reason?” he asked to give her a chance to explain herself. If she was here to seek acceptance, he would gladly give it. If she wanted to harm or hurt the pack however, this would not be a very friendly encounter. If she was lost, he would simply lead her out and watch her leave to make sure she was out of their territory.

[Mythril]

The icy colored wolf dusted with the barest hints of black studied the ashen male, his striking blue eyes startling her into a momentary silence. Still his voice raising with questions swiftly brought her back to herself. Fool Myth thought to herself, handsome or not doesn't mean its polite to gawk. Such a thing is unbecoming trait. And far from flattering from one such as I.

“Ma’am may I ask what you’re doing in these lands? Did you come to seek acceptance into our pack or are you here for a different reason?”

That cranium twisted upon its thick pedestal as she peered at the slightly taller male, lips parted to allow that seldom used voice to slip free.

“Acceptance..? I think not, sir, I could never belong.” That last sentence had slipped out before she had realized it still lingered in her mind from earlier thoughts. A faint shake of that skull accompanied by an even fainter smile slid across her maw.

“I am… perhaps lost, though not overly so I suppose. I seek medicinal plant life, nothing more, nothing less.” With those words her weight shifted bringing into view the bear claw scars, she knew from experience that few wolves reacted pleasantly to the sight, most recoiling in revulsion. An act that was both a blessing and a curse, for it allowed her to keep that wall between herself and the world as solid as the stone that formed this cavern. But it was that same wall that left her isolated. She expected no less from a wolf as striking as this male.

Her attention had already moved past him, knowing now that these were claimed lands she would not be allowed upon them to further her education. Again that cool clear gaze shifted to the blue eyed wolf “Forgive my intrusion..” With those words she would turn away intent on disappearing.

Word Count: 317
Muse: Plentiful
Tag: Captain/Open
Notes:

[Captain]

"What makes you say that?" He asked with a curious tilt of his head and a small frown. "Surely you could belong if you wanted to, you could be a hunter, a gatherer, even a healer. I see no reason behind why you could not belong," he said offering assurance. To see a pretty wolf who surely held potential within herself have such little confidence in herself was a sad sight that he hated to see. It made him wish he could change it, show her what all she was capable of, and help her believe in herself. But sadly, he could not do that unless she was willing to join.

"I'm happy to see I was right about you being a healer, I don't know a whole lot about healing but I'm sure the moss and fern that grows here could be useful for something, you may take as much as you like," he offered not willing to turn her away empty handed. "You have access to anything else you find from here to the edge of our territory as well," he added with a smile and a nod. "Feel free to tell me if there is anything else I can help with."

"Forgiveness granted," he said light heartedly with a playful smile. However, when he saw the scars, he couldn't help but frown softly, wanting her to join the safety of his pack even more. "Those scars speak to how strong and able bodied you are, but are you sure I can't tempt you to join the ranks of my pack? We could use a healer like yourself." He wasn't sure if she would say yes or no but he could still try. He wanted her in his pack where he could make sure no more scars were in store for her but he would not force her to join. If she did it would be because it was what she wanted to do. 

[Mythril]

Not wishing to explain her words she pretended not to hear his puzzled inquiry into why she could not belong. It was not her choice, not to her mind at least, rather it was simple facts of life. But explaining such matters would mean speaking, in depth. Casting him a glance as she spied a certain type of moss, again she spoke in that soft yet slightly graveled voice, obviously from its lack of use.

“That moss there,” a gesture with her muzzle. “Prefers the wet boggy locations for growth and when dried and the tar extracted makes an excellent relief from the irritation of insect bites. Fresh it makes its antiseptic properties known.” She was certain he wouldn’t care much for the knowledge, still she was not certain what else to say to his gesture of kindness allowing her to skirt around the edges of his packs territory in order to seek out her only passion.

Even as she requested his forgiveness and turned away his words cause her to cast a glance over her shoulder towards him in time to catch that playful smile and light hearted tone, eyes would widen in something akin to shock. Females were rarely ever kind, never mind the males yet here was this handsome fellow flashing her playful smile at her…HER. Dumbfounded she stumbled over her words..”T-t-th-thank you..”

It was his mention of her scars that made reality come crashing back down upon her, those ears drooped faintly before returning to their original alert position, the left having been torn in two but still moved without much difficulty. A shift in her weight brought her back to face him just enough to shield the scars from view. She was not a vain wolf, knew she would be the first to be overlooked because of those very scars. But the fact that he seemed inclined to engage in a conversation with her threw her off balance, and allowed her uncertainty to show. So she spoke in reply to his words. “I belong to the Othala’s, a mere Leanbh, with only a small hope to be granted a position of Cneasai..” She fully expected this statement to cause the male to lose any kind of interested in her.

Word Count: 381
Muse: Plentiful
Tag: Captain/Open
Notes: Great, make her all awkward lol!

[Captain]

The silver male frowned inwardly when the female either didn’t hear or chose to ignore his questions and comments about her belonging. He really wanted to help her have more confidence in herself and hated that she wouldn’t allow him to do that like he wanted to. He wouldn’t push her to talk but that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep hoping she would change her mind and that he couldn’t keep indirectly trying to change her mind. He could be a stubborn wolf and once he made his mind up on something, he hated to change it or to give up without a fight.

His ears perked when she started to explain the moss and his head turned to look at it showing that he was intently listening to her. “That would make sense as to why we have so much here,” he commented more to himself, rolling his eyes as he hated the damp conditions. “How do you extract the tar?” he asked curiously, his mind flashing back to the times when Renee had given him lessons on healing. He missed her dearly but was glad he could continue to learn. “So it’s good to put on wounds and stuff?” he asked with the same curiosity. Even though he wasn’t a healer, as the pack’s beta, he should still know some of the basic stuff.

He laughed softly as her eyes widened at his joking tone. “You act as if you’ve never seen a playful male,” he said with the same tone as before. He wouldn’t mind showing her more of his playful nature should she only let him. “You are most definitely welcome, my dear” he responded with a bow and a gentleman smile. He longed for the touch of a female, something that he had never had outside of his adopted mother, Renee. But, it seemed that no matter how hard he may try, no female was ever interested. But, he would never lose hope, someday he would meet a female that would be just as interested in him and that would let him treat her like his queen.

He tensed as her ears dropped, knowing right then and there that he had a crossed a line he shouldn’t have and he instantly regretted it. He frowned as she intentionally turned her face enough so that the scars were hidden from his view and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as he felt he only added to her lack of self-confidence. She was a beautiful wolf, and the scars only added to that as they showed her strength and courage. He hated the idea of her thinking any other way about them. “Othala?” he asked tilting his head, “I have never heard of them,” he added with another frown. The fact that there was a pack in the area that he didn’t know about didn’t sit well with him but he decided to put that to the side for the time being. “What is a lanbh if you don’t mind me asking and what is a Cneasai?” he was curious both about this pack and their strange sounding ranks and about this female and if there was something that his pack could offer her that Othala could not.

[Mythril]

Subtly she studied the silver male as she spoke of the medicinal value of the mossy patch that was growing a few feet from where they stood. He actually seemed interested in the knowledge she offered. It was a refreshing change from the few interactions she had experienced while in captivity. It reminded her of the distant past, of the family she’d been to weak, and ignorant to save. That skull canted to the left effectively shielding her tattered ear from view, an unconscience action born from years of concealing.

Despite the damaged ear she still heard his words about growth, a ghost of a smile crossed her mew as she assumed he wasn’t particularly fond of damp areas, especially when she caught sight of his eye rolling. It was true she could have taken his eye roll as a lack of interest in the topic at hand. But his follow up questions gave her a different view, one she chose to follow instead. “Tar is not in essence tar as most are familiar with, it is not a thick black substance. But it does come from the same process…” Moving carefully, she would step up towards the moss pushing her nose down to poke through it briefly before pushing some of the fresher plant to the side to reveal the decayed edges. “Allowing the plant to decay like this changes its properties subtly, squeezing, or grinding it into a paste creates the ‘tar’. If left fresh, because its leaves and stems are hollow tubes it is an excellent for wound packing to slow the flow of blood. It also is, as I mentioned, an antiseptic in both forms, to help prevent infection.”

It was almost painfully obvious that her focus was on the plant and explaining it, the graveled texture to her unused voice lessened as she spoke allowing the natural warm liquid tones to reveal themselves. Even her posture held more confidence. This was ‘safe’ territory for her to tread. But all too soon she had run out of anything to say her stuttered thank you embarrassed her, if she held the human capability of blushing she’d have no longer been a white wolf, but a red one. Especially when he called her ‘my dear’, she just didn’t know what to say or do in such situations.

But such things were short lived as he noticed her scared up shoulder and neck, the tattered remains of her ear. She had let her guard down enough to almost forget about them, but his subtle reminder and the way he tensed when she shifted to hide them brought that guard back up. After all, she was not a young pretty thing to become smitten in a matter of moments, or so she told herself. It was safer to keep that wall built, and just because a pair of enchanting blue eyes looked her way didn’t mean she had somehow captured his attention. She should be grateful he was being polite, rather than driving her from his packs lands. She had turned her head away from him after she had told him about Othala, but the confused tone he held when he repeated the name, caused her to look back over her shoulder at him, his next words only confirmed that he did not know who she spoke of. Without a conscience thought she had turned back toward him, lowering to her haunches so she sat facing him a curious tilt to her skull.

“Othala claims the lands known as the Oriens, lead by Kiva…” She would frown briefly as he inquired after the meaning of the ranks. “I am a subordinate hoping to earn the rank of a healer..” She was careful in selecting her words. If he did not know of Othala then perhaps there was a reason for this, and without being aware of the dynamics of the packs that dwelled on the island she knew she must tread with caution. In an effort to change the subject she spoke again before he had a chance to reply about the pack. “I…I am called Mythril…”

Word count: 693
Muse: Plentiful
Tag: Captain/Open
Notes: Hehe I love them together! ^^

[Captain]

“So if I took down a patch and left it alone to decay and then mashed it up it would turn into the substance called Tar?” He asked, making sure he heard and understood her right. “I could also use it to prevent blood loss in major wounds and to prevent infections in all wounds,” he added to his first question. It seemed as if this plant that he once overlooked could actually be used in a lot of ways and could be really important. “So I should always keep a stash in my den so I have it when I need it,” he said aloud though to no one in particular. If he had some on hand than he could always help those in need like any beta should be able to.

He enjoyed seeing how relaxed and happy she was to be talking about the subject of healing, one it was obvious she loved. It was the happiest and most relaxed she had been since they started talking and the smile on his face showed how happy he was with that fact. Not wanting the joy in her tone to disappear, he purposely kept the conversation going, “Are there any other key things I should know? Any common plants that have good properties or ones that are more important than others?” He hoped the questions were enough to keep her talking and relaxed.

Captain couldn’t help but smile when she turned back around, not leaving after all. He had only just met this female and didn’t even know her name yet but he enjoyed her company and didn’t want to see her leave so soon. Really, he didn’t want to see her leave at all but since that was an option, he would rather have a little time with her than none at all. After she sat, he followed suit, sitting down a few feet from her so as to not invade her space. His ears remained perked in curiosity as she spoke and he made note of the lands the pack owned and of their alpha’s name. He would have to look into it later, whenever their meeting would unfortunately come to an end. “Well my dear, I may not know of Othala or of their alpha but I do know that if they are smart they will quickly see how much stuff you know and promote you to healer,” he smiled reassuringly knowing his words were true.

The fact that she was trying to change the subject didn’t slip by him but he didn’t protest. He would rather be talking about her than of her pack anyways so when she told him her name, he smiled and repeated it, “Mythril, a pretty name for a pretty wolf,” he smiled with a hint of flirtatiousness. “It is a pleasure to meet you, I am known by most as Captain but you may call me whatever you wish,” he introduced himself before bowing deeply and smiled his famous gentleman smile.

[Mythril]

A faint chuckle would find itself slipping from at his continued questions, “Yes, and in major wounds it would help stem the flow of blood but by no means would it alone cease the flow. And yes again, it can prevent infection in all wounds. Of course it does not replace simple cleanliness. A filthy wound no matter how much medicine is put on it is at great risk to fester.” A quick glance around didn’t reveal to much in the way of plant life but his words directed mostly to himself it seemed brought her full attention back to him. “It is always a wise idea to keep a small supply of basic herbs in ones den, you never know when an emergency could arise…” Her words trailed as a look of mild horror crossed her features, black tipped snow white muzzle dipped low, “Please, sir, forgive such bold words. It is not my place to lecture….” Whether he took her last words as a lecture or not wasn’t the point.

When he inquired about other plants she couldn’t prevent the way he head shot back up, completely startled, the soft pale yellow of those eyes locked on his form, not quite meeting his own intense blue gaze. “I..well…umm…” Again she cast that gaze around, before she answered. “There are many plants that could be beneficial to have on hand. But that could take days or even weeks to teach properly…” And she would give him 3 hours of one lesson before he’d bolt. And she only gave him that long because he seemed to be good at tolerating the unwanted.

She listened silently as he assured her that she’d gain her desired rank, if Kiva was smart enough to see it. She was not sure how packs worked here on the Isle but she did know how they worked in captivity, and skill alone wasn’t always enough. So the warm glow his words brought to her heart was ignored, it was foolish to raise ones hopes knowing in reality they would only be dashed to pieces.

So she had given him her name, to distract from that particular topic, but she could never have anticipated his reply. Those ears fell sideways as that head dipped shifting to the left as she fumbled for something to say. Surely he jests, she thought to herself, there is no explanation for calling me anything other then what I am… Thus she assumed he was making fun of her, still when he offered her his name she would give him a puzzled look, again not quite meeting the blue of his eyes. “What else would I call you besides Captain?”

Word count: 460
Muse: Plentiful
Tag: Captain/Open
Notes: Squeeeeeee

[Captain]

The silver male smiled shyly as he heard the light chuckle come from the white female. He couldn’t help his love of learning and the fact that she quite frankly reminded him of Renee. But as she continued speaking, his attention returned back to her and what she was saying. “So you would always need a backup, something to work with it to stop the blood,” he spoke more to himself than to her. This part of the information was something he knew his pack’s warriors could benefit form and he made a mental note to tell them about it later. “So you have to use common sense and always keep a wound clean,” he ad after she finished cleaning, “As would be expected.” He nodded as he took note of her answer to his question but when she apologized, he frowned slightly and his ears perked, “There is no reason to apologize, you were merely answering my questions.”

He could tell she was surprised to see that he wanted to know more about herbs and their healing properties and he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, “What? ales can’t be curious about healing?” he asked jokingly with a smile. He enjoyed how easily he could joke with her and he hoped she wasn’t offended by it. “I have the time to learn if you have the will to teach,” he said with an underlying tone of seriousness. He missed the lessons that Renee used to give him and the idea of being able to have them again was one he was over joyed with.

His face fell serious after calling her pretty and remained that way through her reaction of shock and disbelief. “You may think I’m lying or that I’m simply flirting but I can assure you that is not the case. You are a wolf of true beauty and I only wish I could help you see that.” His words were true and his tone was serious yet kind in an almost timid way. He ached to help her but he could, or rather wouldn’t, do anything unless she knew she was alright with it. “My dear,” he answered her question with a flirtatious smile, “That is up to you. You may call me Captain but if there is a name you ever think fits me better, you may call me that instead.”

[Mythril]

“There is a plant called Yarrow, if you chew a fresh leaf then apply it to a wound it helps the blood clot, which in turn slows and can even stop the bleeding, especially when packed in by the moss. Of course this isn’t its only use, the stalk is used for pain relief, other parts can be used for ear aches…small hardy flowers with a fern like leaf.” She would pause tilting her head slightly. “I do not know if it grows upon this island though, I have not had a chance to explore very much.” There would be a rueful smile as she cast a sideways glance at him. Every action unconsciously concealed from view the side of her that was damaged. “As you can see when I explore I tend to loose track of where I am, not a very good trait I suppose…” Her voice trailed faintly with a slight hint of embarrassment.

That embarrassment didn’t subside much when he shifted gears and began to tease her again. “O-of course you can. I am just unaccustomed to anyone being interested in me.” She fumbled once again having realized her wording was off. “I don’t mean me, as in myself! I-I meant my knowledge of healing!” Again had she been able she would have rivaled a tomato in color. Mentally she was calling herself a thousand different kind of fools, nevermind the sudden twang in her heart and its insistence to start racing at his next words. Savagely, silently, she told the wayward organ to behave, completely baffled at its strange reaction. Cleaning her throat subtly she would give a faint nod. “I would be delighted to teach you whatever it is you wish to learn for as long as you wish to learn. But please understand, if you are truly serious, I am not an easy teacher. I will expect you to listen and learn.”

Those sides would expand then retreat in a heavy sigh as she finally gave in, shifting her weight so that the scars were once more revealed she would twist her head enough to be able to see the expanse of twisted bare flesh that covered her shoulder and neck in thick strips. That left soldier turned back then forward allowing the back half to flop with the sharp movement before coming to stand at attention beside its brethren once more. “There is no beauty, sir, to be found.” There was no masking the bitterness that laced the liquid honey of her voice as that gaze dropped away from him to lock on the ground as she steeled herself against the typical reaction she always received when she openly allows her scars to be viewed. The gasps of horror and disgust, the whispers of revulsion, the rejection, it all would follow as a matter of course.

Still in a quiet voice she had answered his flirtatious tone with a breathy little sigh. Timid and uncertain on this rocky terrain he put her on. “I would call you Captain, for surely no other name would fit you so well. But I will keep my options open, depending on your quality as a student.” She attempted to return his teasing with some of her own, though she was sure she had failed miserably.

Word count: 555
Muse: Epic lol
Tag: Captain/Open
Notes: O.O she teased. I think hell froze over… x.x

[Captain]

He listened intently to the female talk, his ears perked with the load of information his was receiving as he tried to process it all. “So it’s used for blood clots, ear aches, pain relief...so it’s basically a really handy plot to have on hand?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “I have not seen it around, at least not that I know of, but then again, I have not really looked so I will have to make a mental note to do so,” he told, knowing he would most definitely keep an eye out for it. “If you ever decide to join our pack, I would love to go exploring with you,” he said with double meanings. He was telling her that he would like to do more stuff with her but he was also throwing out the idea of her joining their pack again.

Captain chuckled softly as she spoke and then realized she had messes up, his flirtatious smile coming back once more. “Oh but I am interested in you,” he said with a confirming nod. “Don’t get me wrong, I am most definitely interested in the knowledge you have to offer but I am also interested with you.” His words were very true and though he spoke through his unique smile, his tone showed the serious truth that he spoke with. He didn’t want her to just brush off the fact he was interested in her. He wanted to get to know her, and the knowledge she had to teach him. He also knew she could possibly be a candidate for a mate and so he definitely didn’t want his words to go through one ear and out the other. “I am serious about learning, and I would be offended if you were an easy teacher,” he said with a joking tone. “But I may not be the most well behaved pupil,” he said with a wink.

He watched as she turned so that he could see her scars and after taking a second to look over her he sighed softly, her words bringing a well-defined frown to his face. “I always find beauty in things that are odd or imperfect, they are much more interesting. They aren’t average, their unique, they have stories behind them, lessons to be learned. They are one of a kind. Scars are also a representation of the ability to overcome anything that stands in your way.” He spoke with gentle and kind words, never taking his eyes off of her. “I only wish I could get you to see how beautiful you are,” he added a bit quieter, knowing it was true.

“Depending on my quality as a student?” he asked with a bit of humor, tilting his head. “I shall be the most amazing student you have ever had, even when I misbehave,” he gave yet another week, thoroughly enjoying flirting and messing with her.

[Mythril]

“Again you mention joining your pack, but I cannot. I cannot leave Othala without a healer, even a potential one, without good cause. And even then I would feel uncomfortable unless I left someone in my stead. One cannot shun their responsibilities just on a whim..” She would hesitate because despite her earlier attempts and the certainy that he would quickly loose whatever strange interest he held in her, she was reluctant to give up even a small chance that she might be able to see him again for something other than simple learning. Confused by the sudden desire to follow him to his pack she shook her head briefly, pushing them to the back of her mind for further exploration when she was alone.

Not that it was easy especially when he took her fumbled phrasing into a direction she had not allowed to cross her mind. “ME?!” She squeaked, coughed, even came close to swallowing her tongue as he continued. Her eyes growing wider and wider the only thing that was racing through her mind came out in that same higher pitched voice full of shock, confusion, and pure disbelief. “Why?!” Two steps backwards would cause her to stumble falling back on her hunches simply staring at him. Now had she held any of her usual control that would have been the last thing she would have said, or done, but in her stunned state she couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought or action beyond that one single word and less then graceful movement.

Why is all the heavens and hells would this handsome wolf even give her a passing glance, let alone actually be…interested…in her. To say the least Mythril was completely dumbfounded. Several swallows then that tongue lashed out to lick her maw in an attempt to moisten her suddenly dry mouth she’d clear her throat quietly as he continued. Another faint shake of that skull was given as she did her best to regain what was left of her shredded composure to make a reply to the end of his statement in regards to misbehaving. “That may be problematic as I believe you may be too old for a timeout…”

When she exposed her side to him she was in for another shock, and silently she cursed the unstable ground that was quickly becoming familiar to her when it came to him. He never seemed to react or say what she expected. “Ability to overcome…” She whispered, so softly he may or may not have caught them. “Even if they remind one of their complete failure…?” When he expressed a desire to that she see herself as beautiful she heaved a heavy sigh. “There is no beauty…only a monster.” Some may think she was stubborn, but it was a lifetime of knowing without a doubt one thing only to have someone come along and uproot everything you thought you knew about yourself. She just couldn’t seem to wrap her mind around his words, or why he would say them.

The soft warm honey of her laughter spilled from her lips at his statement unable to hold it is. “Even when you misbehave? It seems to me you plan on misbehaving. In what way I wonder?”

Word count: 532
Muse: Boom!
Tag: Captain/Open
Notes: Myth = Heartbattack lol

[Captain]

“I respect the loyalty to your pack.” He replied with a nod. “It is not always the case with pack wolves, sadly. Some will leave their pack for a better one, or for certain wolves, or opportunities. I can most definitely respect your dedication. That is not to say though that it won’t be with a heavy I say goodbye with when the time comes,” he added the last part knowing it was true. He would hate to see her leave whenever the time came. “However, I will say that if you ever do decide to leave your pack for whatever reasons, it will be with open arms that I welcome you into my pack and I will be more than proud to call you my pack mate,” even as he spoke aloud, he silently added to myself and my mate.

He knew she would be surprised to learn that he was interested in her but the exact reaction he received had not been what Captain was expecting. His ears perked and his eyes widened as she squealed and fell back. For a moment he watched her quietly, letting her come to his senses. He wasn’t sure if her reaction was exactly good or not but still he proceeded to answer her question. “Because you are interesting. You are smart, beautiful, and dare I say fun to be around” he chuckled lightly. He didn’t know why she found it so surprising that he seemed to like her but he did find some humor in it.

He watched and waited patiently as she shook her head, her eyes still wide with shock and disbelief. He hoped she believed that he was interested in her but as she shook her head once more and licked her lips, he knew the topic was behind them, at least for now. The next set of words to come out of her mouth left him chuckling. “Well if that’s the case, I guess you’ll just have to find other ways to punish me,” he laughed, several hidden tones and meanings running through his words. He had ideas in in his head of what may be to come but those were things that would reveal themselves with time.

He could see the shock running through her when he said what he did about the scars and yet he found himself nodding. “Yes ability to overcome, and nothing is a complete failure,” he shook himself his thoughts being personal to him, stuff he had learned through time and experience. “Nothing is a complete failure. If you are alive it wasn’t a failure. If you learned even the smallest lesson, it most definitely was not a failure. The situation may not have gone how you liked or how you wanted it to, but give me any example and I can show you how it wasn’t a failure.” He hoped his words were ones she would take to heart, they were stuff she needed to know and to believe. But, Captain knew better than to hold his breath. “There most certainly is not a monster. Maybe a fallen angel, one who has had a rough past, has had others damage their wings and who needs help brushing off and fixing their wings so that they may soar again but most definitely not a monster,” his words were spoken with utter seriousness not a note of humor could be heard, even if you searched for it. “And I want to be the one to help fix them, to help you soar again,” his voice became quieter, softer. He didn’t want her to continue to think she was an ugly monster. He wanted her to realize how beautiful she was and he wanted to be the one to help her realize it.

The warm laughter that spilt from her lips was music to his ears and instantly left him smiling, feeling as if bricks had been lifted from his chest. She seemed to be so happy in that moment and he wished he could freeze time, keep her that way forever. He wished so badly that she was that happy all the time, she needed to be, deserved to be. “My schemes are for me to know and you to find out,” he replied mischievously. “But, don’t worry my dear, you will find out soon enough,” he winked with fake innocent, a smirk clear on his face.