Lost in Musings [Laurel/Open]

[Mythril]

Mythril sighed softly, rolling her shoulders to ease the stiffness that threatened to cause her trouble. Her left shoulder bore a savage claw mark left by the heavy paw of a full grown grizzly, the same swipe had traveled upwards laying open the shallow flesh of her throat. Even though she'd been a little less then a year old, and the wounds were long healed, the scars were easily visible. Twisted flesh would never bear the pristine white of her coat, not even the long guard hairs dusted in shadow were able to conceal the damage. But her neck and shoulder had not been the only damage left by the bear, her left ear which stood so rigidly was split in two. The scars were a constant reminder of what she had lost so long ago. Myth had spent the rest of her life avoiding the creation of similar ties. But that had all changed when she had mistakenly stumbled onto Ultoris lands only to be found by their beta, Captain.

Another sigh escaped her jaws as she thought about the handsome male, and how she had joined Ultoris simply to be close to him. Maybe it was a foolish move, after all it was her heart that demanded such a maneuver, but following the will of her heart was a concept that was nearly unknown to the icy wolf.

The pale moons set in a sleek lupine skull peered silently across the waters rushing by the banks of the Ongar, while Mythril reclined with her paws crossed before her, cranium lifted. Aside from the faint barely seen rise and fall of those sides one may have mistaken her for a statue of ice. Another sigh slipped free as she let her mind wander, how on earth was she supposed to adapt to pack life on her own? How could she open up paths that had been mortared shut with blood, tears, and loss? How..??



Word Count: 328
Tag: Laurel / Open
Muse: Bwahahaha
Notes: Starters.....yuck

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The rushing water had drawn Laurel to this large expanse in the cave system. The thought of taking a cool drink made her pick up her pace to reach the flowing stream. It was larger than she had expected to be, the largest part making it look more like a river. Laurel rushed forward and sank her muzzle into the cool depths allowing the water to run over her tongue. It was cool and sweet and Laurel guzzled it down greedily. Rocket was right behind her, but his interest was captured by the frogs that croaked by the bank. They were dark green and tried to blend well with the foliage and mosses growing up the rocks. He was a good hunter snatching the little amphibians as they jumped into the air trying to escape. He didn't eat the creatures like she had expected him to, instead smacking them between his little paws and throwing them back into the water. Her raccoon was a strange little beast, but she didn't have the heart to stop his playing. He cackled and laughed growing more excited with each catch he made. It took Laurel a few moments before she realized that there was someone else present at the stream. Looking around she finally pinpointed the female, her creamy pelt marred with scars. From the looks of it whatever had attacked her should have killed her. It was a miracle she didn't die from blood loss. Laurel wasted no time moving towards the new wolf and running her muzzle down her side, getting a better sense of her scent. She didn't know that what she did might be considered rude, she didn't care. This was the way her siblings had greeted her, all of the dozens.



They had all been orphans in a sense, not being raised by their own parents, but all being taken care of by everyone. No one knew who their blood relatives were and that made them more loyal to each other over all. That was assumption until Laurel had slaughtered two of her brothers in what had appeared to be cold blood. In reality they had mistreated something that she cared about so she had killed them. There was no regret for her actions, because they hadn't been her last kill. She had spent much of her life travelling after that, trying to find a new place to live. During her time after her banishment she had made a name for herself defending those creatures she deemed weak. There was a lot of blood on her hands, but in her mind none of it was innocent. This female was quite a bit smaller than her, most were. She came from a proud heritage of dire wolves, her bloodlines of ancient origin. The only breed of wolves that surpassed her own in size were Kenai wolves, and they were not in abundance here. She smiled down at the new female before offering a gruff greeting. "I am Laurel."



Rocket having only just realized that they were in the company of another wolf squawked before rushing over to Laurel. He never seemed comfortable around wolves unless he was at least touching some part of her. His little black paw fisted painfully in her fur just below her shoulder. He stood on his hind legs tryig to appear to be a little taller. "Again with the meeting new people. Why can't we just mind our own business for once?" He pulled on her fur as if to prove his point. She rolled her eyes at him before leaning down to nip at his ear. He didn't like her teasing and reached out to smack her muzzle. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to encourage her to leave him be. She turned her green eyes back to the stranger wondering if she would be friendly. Most other wolves around here weren't as friendly as Laurel were, but that was because she was extremely friendly. Plus she was a stranger to almost all of her packmates.


Words: 677
Tags: Mythril 

Muse:
 Great!
Notes:Rocket's speech is in black. 

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[Mythril]

Thoughts drifted back to the event that had changed Mythril so drastically that had anyone who had known her from before would have sworn she was a completely different wolf. It was a meaningless slaughter, a realization that would come to her later in life when she had been strong enough to face the nightmares that tormented her nightly. The grizzly had no need to chase and kill the entire pack, pups and all. It had been a pointless release of pure rage on the bears part. But knowing and accepting that had made no change to the pale scarred female, instead it had only cause the hatred of herself to increase. Why couldn't the humans have left well enough alone? There was no reason as to why she should be alive while they all turned into nothing but dust, faded memories that threatened to be forgotten. And now, here she lay staring at the swiftly moving waters, within a pack, her heart given to a male, living a life they all had been denied, a life she had denied herself for so long. What gave her the right to experience happiness when they had been denied the chance?

So lost in her own musings Mythril was not aware of another's arrive, or the chatty laughter of her companions play with the frogs that made their home among the foliage lining the streams banks. It wasn't until the slide of a muzzle against the twisted flesh of her scars and side was felt that she came back to herself. It was an automatic reaction that had her leaping away, completely oblivious to the stiff protests her shoulder threw at her for the sudden movement. Those pale white twins flattened themselves against her skull while a low warning growl slipped free, as she carefully backed away a few paces. Faded yellow eyes narrow at the rather large female that stood before her. What on earth?! It was at that point a small critter raced up to the large wolf's side gripping her fur tightly. Mythril's skull jerked upward with a completely puzzled expression crossing her sleek lupine features. Those ears cast forward making the left one flop slightly before it stood at attention.

That pale moon touched gaze drifted from one to the other then back again before she spoke in a low voice slightly traveled from its lack of use. "You are...Ultoris..." It was more a statement then a question, but Myth severely lacked in social graces, granted she knew what was polite, and what wasn't, but that didn't mean she'd adhere to such things when she was touched. Being touched caused her to clam up, panic even. Still she managed to keep herself in check simply because the wolf's companion left her stumped.

A shift in her weight allowed her to twist, shielding her scarred side from view, an unconscious action.

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Words: 482
Tags: Laurel / Open
Notes:
Muse:

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Laurel took no offense to the stranger's reaction to her greeting. That was the way that her siblings had always greeted each other, and the polite way to introduce oneself in her pack. As time went on she realized that not everyone shared her ideals or mannerisms. Laurel simply puffed up her chest and rose to her full height showing that she was not afraid of the feisty she-wolf. There was no point in trying to posture because Laurel didn't care about appearances. No amount of bluster was going to deter her. She seemed to lose her attitude once she caught sight of Rocket and Laurel wasn't so sure if she like that. Curiosity could be a dangerous thing when wolves became too curious about her little friend. Once or twice in her life someone had tried to eat Rocket, thinking that Laurel kept him around so that she could eat him. Her words were gruff as if she hadn't spoken for a long time. Laurel was Ultoris and the quicker she acclimated to being called that the faster her transition into the pack would become. She simply nodded not really thinking that she had to say anything.

The one thing that made Laurel curious was the seemingly unconscious way that she twisted her body to hide the scars. There was non point in it because Laurel had gotten a close enough look before, but she still did it. Was she afraid of someone taking her scar as a weakness? Laurel moved then until she could once again see the scars. She wasn't trying to be mean, she simply wanted to know if the she-wolf realized just what she was doing. It didn't take long before Rocket moved to join her in her new spot. Whenever they met a new wolf he seemed to need to be touching her, drawing on her for his confidence. This one doesn't seem to be a talker either. Good enough for me, the sound of my own voice is the best one. Hey lady, didn't anyone ever tell you it is polite to give your name when someone introduces themselves. Laurel said her name so what's yours." Rocket cackled on not caring that his words were very rude. Laurel didn't stop him however, because she was not his keeper. He was an independent being with a free will. She did however nudge him with her muzzle looking for him to understand how impolite he was. "Alright. Alright. Stop with the nudging. My name is Rocket. You happy now." His obvious annoyance was centered upon Laurel and so she nudged him one last time before returning her gaze to the stranger.

Words: 468
Tags: Mythril

Muse:
 Good
Notes: Rocket's speech is in black. 

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[Mythril]

Mythril wasn't sure what to make of the little raccoon clinging to the large females fur. Even in his rude explanation of manners she still kept quiet for several long heartbeats. When the female, Laurel, advanced around to her scarred side she once again shifted effortlessly concealing the damage though her full attention was on the one who announced himself as Rocket. With a faint snort she shook her head the pale gleam of her gaze finally shifting to the taller wolf. "He is your...friend?"

It was at this point Myth noted how the femme had made herself look larger, though she made no comment or gave no indication that it meant anything at all to her. Lowering her rump to the earth she did what Captain said she needed to try, she attempted to socialize. "I am called Mythril...I...tend the sick and injured." It was obvious she was ill at ease when it came to speaking but at least she made an effort right?

Twins perched atop that cranium perked at attention, for the moment dismissing the strangely clingy raccoon, the left split in two was obvious. Pale orbs narrowed, there was one thing she wasn't reclusive with. Medicine, plants, and anything that may pertain to it. That being said a question had been nagging at the back of her mind since she arrived on the island. Granted she had not met a great many wolves but she had listen quietly to others as they spoke. "Are all wolves on Anikira on the large side?" The question was out before she realized it, but there was no going back and her curiosity burned deep within her chest. Her mind had been toying with the concept for some time, perhaps a mutation? Or a species that was extinct on the mainland? As this thought occupied to her those eyes brightened and she pressed back to her paws to circle the other studying her from every angle. Her movements despite the twisted scars were graceful, precise. A slight pause was given as she came to where the raccoon stood. A faint smirk slipped across her muzzle, "A pleasure to meet you Rocket." Before she continued back around to face the large wolf.


Word Count: 371
Tags: Laurel
Muse: Meh
Notes:

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Laurel could tell that Mythril, as she had called herself, was a little taken aback by the fact that Rocket was her companion Most people were, questioning if there really could be a bond between predator and prey. Laurel had never thought of him that way however, only thinking of him as a creature the same as her. He was as intelligent as any wolf she had met, and even more he had compassion and feeling. Things that she valued very highly. "Yes. Why wouldn't he be?" Laurel resented the fact that Rocket was not considered anything more than a plaything. Even more she knew that Rocket hated being considered nothing in the eyes of the pack. He could not make friends with those of his own kind because he had chosen to be with her. Sometimes it was easy to forget just how difficult this life could be for him. "Because I am vermin. Nothing in their eyes. Because you Laurel are the only one who sees me for something different." Rocket's words were bitter and coated with sarcasm, trying to hide the real hurt that was beneath them. Laurel leaned down to nuzzle him, but he moved away from her. It hurt a little that he wouldn't let her comfort him, but she couldn't change it. As if in response to her movement she tried to hide her scarred side again. Laurel simply move until they were in view. Even if she was consciously moving to hide herself it was a bad habit.



It didn't take long for her to ask about the larger wolves of Anikira, why they were so big. Laurel only knew why her own people were so big. They were an ancient breed of Dire wolves, who had survived extinction on this island. She had heard rumors of another breed even larger than her own, but had never come across one. "No. You are not big." Her joke was a cheesy one, but it still made Laurel grin. There were a great many wolves who lived here, those who were big and small. Once she turned her attention to Rocket and spoke to him it seemed to cheer him up. Made him feel a little more welcome to be a part of the conversation. Laurel grinned even more at the she-wolf. Anyone who could accept Rocket was a friend of hers.

Words: 401
Tags: Mythril

Muse:
 Decent
Notes: So cute <3 

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[Mythril]

"It is unusual, surprising even.." Came her quiet reply, although there was nothing more then open curiosity, even as the coons voice rose with bitter sarcasm. Still Mythril did not make a comment to his words at that moment, simply focusing on Laurel as she once again circled to her left side, the bafflement could not be removed from the seldom used voice. "Why do you keep doing that?!" It made her uneasy to have her scars seen, not because she considered them a show of weakness, but because they were a constant reminder that she had lived while others had perished. That aside they also made her feel like a monster although Captain was adamant that dishwasher true. But his opinion couldn't erase the years of disgust that had lit the eyes of those who looked upon her. Damaged goods.

Attempting to shake the unease Laurel caused within her breast because of her actions Myth focused on the raccoon. "Vermin?" She would give her head a faint shake. To long had she been an outcast, a hermit, shunned by those around her because of a past she refused to speak of. Still they had sought her out for healing, and like a forgiving fool she had treated them. At least Rocket had someone. "Hardly, you are a friend of Laurel. If fools wish to see you as nothing, then it is their loss, not yours."

Lowering her rump to the earth Mythril tilted her head at the gigantic wolf. "By your standards, I would think I am a midget. Are you certain you aren't part horse?" Surprisingly she return the cheesy joke with one of her own, equally cheesy. Captain would be proud.

Mythril caught the grin Laurel had when she formally greeted the raccoon, though she was puzzled as to why that would please her so, Myth would not be able to suppress the faint smile that crossed her muzzle as even Rocket seemed to cheer up a little. Mythril wasn't the type of healer who only tended physical injuries, she also tended emotional ones. Not that she had very much experience with such because few wolves in captivity wanted to be consoled or would open up to a wolf who was a near constant focus of human attention.



Word Count: 393
Tags: Laurel
Muse: x.x
Notes:

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Laurel simply smiled at Mythril's question. Laurel knew that the she-wolf had her reasons for moving her scars, but she didn't understand them. She wasn't intentionally trying to make Mythril uncomfortable, but at the same time she couldn't seem to stop pushing her limits. If Mythril moved to hide her scars than Laurel would move too. "Doing what?" Rocket looked at her like she was stupid moving to pull on her tail. "Moving Laurel! She wants to know why you keep moving. She is moving because you are moving Mythril. She is an odd bird." He cackled, pulling on her tail again. Laurel pulled it from his grasp, causing him to move away from her side. He took a few tentative steps towards Mythril before reaching up to put his paw on her chest, softly petting the fur. She's nice! I like you." His words had been addressed to Laurel, but rapidly chanced to Mythril She was decent enough to pay attention to him, and treated him like he was an actually a person.

Laurel simply smiled as she watched her companion open up to the first person who wasn't her. He was usually so cautious about who he dropped his guard around that Laurel was happy to see him branching out. She wanted him to feel at home here, not just with her, but with all of the other wolves that resided here. He shouldn't have to be afraid to call this pack his home too. "I am not part horse. What is a midget?" Laurel could not recall if she had ever heard that phrase before. It was a strange word to say the least. "I am all Dire wolf." Laurel would be surprised if the little she-wolf had never heard of her breed. Her birth pack had at least twenty adults, probably more since her departure. She wasn't even the biggest of her generation. "Everyone grows until they are just right. Even you little wolf."
Words: 335
Tags: Mythril
Muse: Dying
Notes: Rocket likes her <3

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[Mythril]

Myth glanced from Rocket as he explained Laurels actions, to Laurel herself, a frown crossed her muzzle and those brows furrowed While that shredded soldier perched atop her skull dropped briefly before coming to attention with a slight flop until it stood steady once more tipped towards the pair. A soft sigh was given. "I do not like my scars to be visible to others, most find them repulsive and treat me accordingly, so I conceal them as much as one is able too..." With a shake of her head to push darker thoughts from her mind she focused on Rocket as the coon walked hesitantly up to her, placing his little paw against her chest and spoke firs to one then the other in the same breath.

For the first time in longer then she could remember her lips stretched in a smile that reached the pale moons of her usually detached expression. Captain had been the first to draw the forgotten smile out of her, Rocket was the second. Dropping her skull so she was eye level with the raccoon. "I like you also Rocket." She would give a slight awkward nuzzle to the creature affirming that she did in fact like him before she lifted her cranium once more to turn her attention towards the giant, who also brought a smile to her eyes.

A faint chuckle, unaccustomed to being heard, rose from her chest as she listened to every word the femme uttered, from the question to the statements before she finally replied. "A midget is what humans calls the smallest of their race, I supposed the best and most understandable comparison would be the runt."

What caught her attention most was the mention of a dire, sudden fascination lit the smaller females eyes as she studied the other. "Dires are extinct in the human world." Given that the majority of her life had been spent in one facility or another she seen a wide variety of wolves. But never had she seen a dire alive, had only heard of them through legends told at gatherings she was not welcomed at.



Word Count: 356
Tag: Laurel
Muse: Blah....way Blah
Notes:

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Laurel's intention had never been to make the she-wolf uncomfortable, just the opposite. Her intention had been for the female to stop moving away, for her to be comfortable letting Laurel see her scars. In fact she had already seen them so there was no point in trying to take them from view. The only response she gave to the explanation of why Mythril moved was a grunt, since she didn't really feel like saying anymore. She had talked more in her few short days in Ultoris than she had the entirety of the rest of her life. Even when she had met Rocket she had never talked so much.

At the mention of Mythril liking Rocket too he puffed out his chest acting all important. His little paw pat gently over Mythril's chest before he turned back to Laurel. "You hear that? Someone else likes me." His little tongue stuck out at Laurel and she huffed at her sassy little raccoon friend. His affections were firmly planted on hi new buddy for the time being. A part of her might have become jealous at the thought of Rocket abandoning her, but she knew he was hers. He hadn't left her side for months before he came here, all because she had save his life. The little creature couldn't leave her, not when they had come so far.

When Mythril said that Dire's were extinct in the human world it confused Laurel. Was the human world somehow different than the world that they lived in? It made her wonder where exactly it was that this strange little female had come from. Dire's were all over in this world, more abundant than she could ever imagine. They thrive here. Laurel leaned down to nudge Rocket, wanting him to explain. He had come from a different place than Anikira so she expected him to have knowledge of these 'humans'. He hissed at her before reaching back out to touch Mythril some more. "They are funky creatures who have no fur. They are stinking and make a mess and loud noises. There are none on this island so count your blessings. Also Mythril there are boundless amounts of creatures on this island that are considered extinct by man. Just shows how idiotic they are as a species."

Words: 388
Tags: Mythril
Muse: Decent
Notes: He is smitten

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[Mythril]

The look in Laurels eye when Rocket explained to her and to Mythril about the moving allowed a soft sigh to escape, dipping her muzzle just slightly to press her cheek against Rockets in thanks she would turn her attention to Laurel. "I have bore these scars since I was still a pup, most bulk at the sight of them. Fear, monster, disgust, pity, rank highest amid the reactions I recieve from others. Because of this I developed a habit to keep them, and myself, seen as little as possible." Exactly why did she explain herself to the wolfess, and her raccoon friend? Myth really couldn't say except she felt comfortable beside these two, just as she did when Captain was near. It was something she would have to explore and puzzle over when she was alone, but for now she focused on the two before her.

When Rocket puffed up and stuck his tongue out at Laurel after pointing out that he was liked the short soft bark of laughter slipped free, a happy sound that was at odd with her usual demeanor. For one moment of longing she wished she could experience a friendship like the two of them carried, but wishes were for fools. Mythril knew this far better then most. So when the subject changed and she made comments about the dire wolf she was glad for the distraction.

The bafflement Laurel felt was plain for anyone who knew how to look, to see, and given that Myth was a healer she was very attuned to the slightest changes in those whose company she found herself. Because of this practiced skill it wasn't at all difficult for her to understand why she looked to Rocket for a more in depth explanation. What she had not expected was Rocket to include her into his explanation, pale moons widen briefly as he explained and all she could manage in reply was a few simple words. "It seems I have much to learn from these lands, if there are extinct creatures here, I wonder if that also means plant life..." The last bit was mumbled slightly to herself as her mind raced over the possibilities and chances to broader her healing knowledge. Still Rockets last comment finally dawned on her and that elusive laugh rumbled free once more. "Oh to be sure, they are loud, messy, and smell horrendous. And after everything I am more then grateful there are none to be found here. I'm sure they would set a new record time in destruction if they discovered an Island like this one."

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Laurel

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Laurel simply relaxed watching Rocket carry on his conversation with Mythril. Seeing him so enchanted with her was vastly amusing. During their entire time together she had never seen him so smitten with anyone, even of his own species. For all his talk and bristle about hating living here with a bunch of other wolves, she knew that he was egining to settle in. Now here he was, not only talking openly with another wolf, but also touching them. He was a sly little devil when he wanted to be. Laurel huffed out a laugh, laying down on the ground to listen to their chatter. It ws soothing the way that they seemed able to converse with each other. The easy way the words just flowed from their lips. They continued their talk about humans, making Laurel curious about what these beasts really were. Surely they could not be as mighty and disgusting as Rocket and Mythril described. Both of them had come from a place away from the island, a place that seemed a whole lot worse than here. Here wolves were the top predators, not humans. There was nothing as strong and as powerful as the wolves that roamed these shores.

As Mythril lost herself talking about the possibility of undiscovered plant life here, Laurel could see a hint of exasperation in Rocket's eyes. He obviously didn't want her attention to stray from him. Tiny black paws pulled at the fur where Rocket touched her chest. He grunted impatiently trying to redirect her attention to him. "You are very pretty." He was being a petty little goober, but Laurel wouldn't change that for the world. It was downright amusing how hard her was trying to keep her attention on him. "There are many things to discover here." Especially pesky little love-sick raccoons. Her chuckled was deep. If she had been younger she might have been tempted to roll about in her amusement.

Words: 330
Tags: Mythril
Muse: Not as good as I thought.
Notes: Someone is needy.

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[Mythril]

Pale orbs of soft moon yellow glittered as they shifted to Laurel briefly, the sound of the dires laugh having caught her attention. A curious tilt to that cranium even as the other laid down. What had caused the laughter? Although she wasn't able to dwell on it for long as she and Rocket continued their comments about humans. Mythril hated the creatures, with every fiber of her being, not once in all her years had she found a reason to be grateful for their intervention in saving her life. But these thoughts were kept hidden, deep in her heart behind a wall so thick it likely would never come down.

To distract and pull away from such dark thoughts, she focused on potential plant life, murmuring to herself about the possibilities. At least until she felt a tug on the fur that covered her chest where the raccoons paws where resting. Dropping that warm yellowed gaze to the little beast she would smile briefly until he told her she was pretty. Those ears, one partially tattered, dropped back as a dark cloud moved across Myth's visage. "You are kind, sweetling, but I hold no beauty. I am merely a deformed creature few have a tolerance or the stomach for. But I thank you for the compliment." Leaning down she would nuzzle his cheek once more before his next words caught her attention. "Yes there is, and unfortunately I have not had much chance to explore and discover hidden secrets. Mostly my time is taken up by Captain and Wraith, teaching them a little about field healing." Why exactly did she babble about such pointless things? It wasn't as if Laurel or Rocket would actually be interested in her activities, but for some reason she felt comfortable in their presence. Perhaps it was the coon who spoke to her, or the obvious persistent tolerance Laurel had shown in regards to the scars. Whatever it was Mythril was glad to have met this pair, and maybe, just maybe she would have a chance to call someone other then Captain, friend.

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Laurel

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Laurel could see that Mythril was confused about the laughter that the Dire emitted, but she had no intention of giving Rocket up. He would no doubt be very upset if she let his little crush slip. If she mentioned him liking any wolf other than Laurel he would get flustered and deny anything. Ending up crabby for the next few days. Instead of interrupting Laurel just watched as Rocket made his first friend in Ultoris. She was so proud of all of the progress he had made since she had found him so long ago. She could tell that Rocket had struck a chord when he had complimented Mythril, her brightness receding a bit at the mention of her physical appearance. Laurel found it very curious that she felt like that about herself. Looking at her the Dire could see no trace of a monster. "You are not a deformed creature because of your scars. You just bear the marks of survival." Myth carried so much strength with his because she had survived such a tragedy.

Rocket snarled slightly at her self depreciating words. He reached up to pull her face down looking deep into her eyes, his little nose pressed against her big one. "If I say you are pretty then you will believe me. I am always right after all, so no arguments." He rumbled in his chest when she rubbed against him and he puffed out his little chest with importance. The little coon was soaking up all of the attention that Mythril offered him. Rocket's ears perked up when she began to speak again, the mention of two other wolves not pleasing the critter. He patted her face before demanding who Captain was. The sound of outrage in his voice almost sent Laurel rolling in laughter.

She had never seen him so transparent before and it was too much. He obviously didn't like the sound of her spending time with other wolves, but he had only just met Mythril. "Rocket, behave." Laurel teased knowing that he had a nasty little temper when he wanted to. His fits were like those of a child and though he rarely had them they were still something Laurel wanted to avoid. "I will explore with you if you like. It isn't safe to wander alone and I would make sure to keep you safe."

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Tags: Mythril
Muse: Evil
Notes: He wuvs her

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[Mythril]

Pale moons lifted to the dire wolf, brows furrowed with a tiny frown at her words of survival. It was the second time someone had said something along those lines to her. Was it something with this pack, that looked at scars, not as a hindrance, but as a boon? A visible sign of endurance and strength? She had long ago heard of such wolves, who bores scars with pride. But she had never once come across many until now. Kiva, Captain, Natasha, and now Laurel.

The slight snarl caught her attention just as little black paws gripped her cheek fur just enough to tug her face downwards until pale yellow pearls met the darkness of Rockets own eyes, their noses touching lightly. His words brought a soften look to her visage as she rubbed against him affectionately. His chest puffed up, making him look just a bit bigger, although the outrage in his voice was not lost on Mythril once she spoke of others. "Who is Captain? Surely you know, or soon will, he is the beta of this pack. Second in command." Had these two not yet met the beta? It wasn't to surprising as she herself had not yet met the alpha, which may have been strange to some. But Mythril was avoiding the greeting, her fear of rejection rode over everything else, since she fully expected to be thrown from her new home despite what Captain told her. Her gaze turned to Laurel in question about not knowing the packs beta. "Have you two not been here long either?"

When Rocket offered to accompany her on her exploration, Mythril grinned. A full unguarded smile that lit the depths of her gaze, only one other had seen such a smile. "I would like that, my little protector, so long as your companion does not mind, and perhaps Laurel would care to join in?" It was a show of respect she gave to the large wolfess, after all she was as much a part of this conversation as Rocket and herself were, even though her words were very few and far in between.

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Laurel