If the flowers could speak, then there would nothing but a chorus of groans. They would protest the cool air, grumble that their precious sun had been buried away, and most of all, they would scream at the white wolf that was actively running through them, seizing them by the stems and tossing them haphazardly into the air. The small arctic femme had not a care in the world as she frolicked through the Shydar, blissfully unaware that the place she found to be so devastatingly beautiful and fun was truly a cover up for the gruesome battlefield it had once been. Ahri's bright green eyes danced with excitement as her pads ricocheted off the earth, propelling her every which way as she bounced and danced her way through the field. Nothing could bring her down.
Even the birds seemed to be in sync with the dainty femme as she bounced happily through the flowers that were beginning to wilt with the passing of the seasons. Even in the face of the most negative of situations, Ahri found hope and sunshine. After all, she knew that behind those grey clouds, the sun was shining bright. It was simply waiting for the opportunity to break through and let the world know that it was, once again, alive and well.
A soft smile graced the white femme's lips as she dipped her head to one of the wilted red flowers. A deep breath brought comfort to her; she had not felt this free in a long time, and the relief Ahri felt was not only liberating, but empowering. She was bound for the real world, and she had all the potential to make a name for herself. I can find a pack, be part of a family, and have a home of my own, she thought blissfully. I can start my own family. I can find someone who really wants me and wants to be with me forever.
The youthful innocence was flowing from the young femme. Ahri had so much to learn about the world and its cruelties, but at this very moment, she was simply enjoying the wonders of Caurus. She could take the time to investigate each rock and tree, partially because there were no deadlines, time frames, or wolves searching for her. She could do whatever she pleased for as long as she wanted, so long as she stopped to eat and drink at some point. The femme's nose twitched anxiously as the full force of her freedom rested upon her.
Ahri dropped her hindquarters, resting briefly as she planned what to do next. Should she go swimming in the river, or maybe try her hand at catching some fish? Should she chase the rabbits back into their holes and whack the gophers until they would no longer poke their eats above the ground? Perhaps she should roll in the flowers some more. That was always fun. Her hind leg lifted unconsciously as she scratched at her ears, scaring away the small insect that had settled to rest in the thick weave of her fur.
Where to now?
Count | 523 words Muse | Semi-good. Tags | None. Notes | Ahri's too carefree.
Last Edit: Oct 23, 2012 16:45:40 GMT -5 by Uruviel
White and grey hairs peppered his mostly black muzzle, where the coloring was most noticeable was right under his nose where he had completely grayed. Six years was a long time for a wolf out in the wild, especially one with his personality…a cold-blooded killer that should have been brought to trail for his crimes a long, long time ago. But here he still was; living in solitude in the northern most part of Anikira.
He was use to living alone but it would be a lie to say that he did not miss his family. Having lived within a pack for the first time in his life he had grown some what accustomed to having wolves around him all the time. He was not as hot headed as he used to be, but still a force to be reckoned with if you managed to get on his bad side or catch him on an off day.
He was walking along the field of wildflowers, secretly enjoying their mid-autumn color. Experience told him that the flowers would hold out until the first frost of the season, which he assumed would not be long now. The days were quickly becoming shorter, the nights longer and cooler. It would be any day and the field of wild flowers would be a sparkling white with a thin layer of frozen dew.
But something was a miss in his home. Out in the middle of the Shydar was a little white wolf romping around destroying the beauty that was his private home. “Meridian,” he said aloud to himself. The invader of his home was so childish and yet grown that he could not help but compare the unknown female to his daughter.
Atreyu picked up his pace heading towards the young female calling his daughters name trying to get her attention. From what he remembered of his only daughter, she was a little odd, to put it nicely. Kodiak, his eldest son that had lived with him after everyone was banished from Salen, must have told Meridian where to find him. He was excited to see his daughter and to be able to catch up wit her. Surprisingly, she was the only one of the three pups that he was most open with. Whether it be because she was his daughter and fathers and daughters always shared a special kind of bond, or perhaps because she reminded him so much of her mother…
Becoming annoyed that his daughter was ignoring him he shouted one final time, “Meridian!” It was almost a growl. He was about ten yards away from the female before he halted his approach, waiting for who he thought was his daughter to show her long lost father some respect.
***** words: four fifty-eight muse: decent. notes: one: this is only the second thread we've ever been in together. two: he'll get better once I get a feel for the "new" Atreyu.
Who the hell is Meridian? Uruviel thought with a start. The femme stopped almost instantaneously, watching as a brute about her age approached without taking into account her personal space. Why would a strange loner approach an alphess such as herself without showing some sign of respect, or at least acknowledging that she was of a higher stature than him.
And then it occurred to her.
She was not Uruviel the alphess. She was stuck in the body of this frivolous young femme who had no idea what she was doing with her life. The alphess often found herself rescuing Ahri from the most foolish of situations. There was that time that Ahri decided a cougar looked like a good meal; she had barely gotten out of there alive after the skittish femme retreated back into her mind. Uruviel took full credit for that escape, and often felt trapped in this pointless existence. She wanted to get back to Lexäth and her children. They had to be full-grown by this point. Maybe there was still a way that she could find them and explain to them what had happened. Surely they could not be too far from here...
The alphess stared blankly at the old brute, her lip curling back in a menacing snarl. "Who are you, brute?" she snapped warily. Any sense of playfulness that Ahri had expressed before was completely stifled by Uruviel. She was not in the mood to mess around, particularly with some intruder that felt that he could approach her. "And who the hell is Meridian, you old fool?" she scoffed, suddenly empowered by her younger body. She was certainly at an advantage here. As an eight-year-old alphess trapped in a two-year-old body, she had the skills of years upon years life experience coupled with the youthful maneuverability and strength of Ahri's body. She had always been quite the sly fighter, and in the event this brute opted to strike against her, she could easily outsmart him.
The young wolf shook her head in confusion as Ahri stared at the brute before her. "Who are you?" she asked, smiling widely at the brute with the slight wag of her tail. "I'm Ahri." Her tongue lulled sideways out of her mouth, her bright green eyes staring into what she thought was the soul of the wolf before her. He had a very strong aura about him; she was excited to befriend such an interesting, strong-willed wolf. Maybe he would be able to assist her in finding somewhere to live. After all, surviving on her own was rough. She wanted friends and pups to play with. Now, she did not care if they were her own; she merely wanted to frolick and enjoy the carefree nature of pup life over again, relived vicariously through someone else's youngsters.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked politely, her head tilted to one side in confusion. The way the brute looked at her was a bit odd. It was as if he recognized her, but she had never seen him before in her life. Maybe they had run into each other once. That was always a possibility, but with the gaps in her memory it was often difficult to discern who was a friend and who was a new acquaintance. Maybe this brute would be her friend. She smiled broadly, her rear nearly shaking with the strong, friendly motions of her tail. He could be her new friend, right?
Count | 590 words Muse | Pretty good. Tags | Atreyu. Notes | I'm trying to decide whether to make the transitions between Uruviel and Ahri more noticeable or like I did it in this post. Thoughts? I kind of like that it's one minute Uru, one minute Ahri, but I'm afraid that might become too confusing for people having to read the post.
Last Edit: Oct 26, 2012 13:47:34 GMT -5 by Deleted
Atreyu had not seen his only daughter since the day Exodus banished them all, Denali, Kodiak, Rovan, and Atreyu himself from Acerbus. If it had not been for Denali feeling all sorts of guilty and opening up about the secrets that her and Atreyu shared behind Exodus' nose, Atreyu still might be living with his children and his secret lover (as he saw their relationship) running the Salen pack alongside the only wolf he had grown to respect; as much as a wolf such as himself could respect another being. So when the young female stopped her frolicking and asked who he was he felt a pang of guilt settle in his stomach.
He knew all along that one of his children, Rovanfáer or Meridian might not recognize him if he ran into them again, but the idea and facing the reality were two different things. It hurt that he did not offer to take Meridian with him when he left, as a matter of fact he did not even offer to take Kodiak; the youngster kind of just followed him out. Atreyu was not equipped mentally and emotionally to take care of any one besides himself, even if they were his blood. He had done a poor job of raising Kodiak, be he tried his best to teach him everything that he knew. Too bad for Kodiak, Atreyu was a serial killer.
He tried to answer the female but not only did the words get stuck in his mouth, "Meri-... I'm... but she was also quick to question back who Meridian was.
"Old fool? Old fool she says? Well we can show her who the fool is... the snarky voice inside his head remarked.
The voices did not approve of the way this female was speaking to him. Did she not know who she was dealing with? They urged him to slit open her throat and stain the field blood red, but Atreyu was too preoccupied by the idea that he had mistaken someone else for his daughter. Now that he was not across the field he was even more certain that the young wolf standing before him was Meridian. Pale coat, dark green eyes, frivolous in nature... But if she claimed that she was not Meridian than that must be so.
"I'm sorry I thought-...
Yet again the female cut him off but this time the question she asked concerned him. For the second time she asked him who he was, but it was not only that, her entire demeanor seemed to change. Her voice was higher pitched, more chipper and youthful. Her face did not hold a scowl, but rather was replaced with a delightful smile and a wag of her tail.
It was as if he had encountered two different females; one bitter and wary, the other youthful and carefree. Atreyu was still not entirely convinced that the wolf before him was not his daughter. Atreyu had more than one personality floating around in his head, and Denali suffered from a mental disorder as well. It would not be unlikely that one or all of their children could have some mutated form of one of their parent's disorders.
All of this flashed through his head in a split second, before the female with the chipper voice kept their one sided conversation going by introducing herself, and asking Atreyu if she could help him with anything. Keeping his features as stoic as ever, he answered in a slow and cautious tone of voice, "Yes, I'm looking for my daughter...Meridian." He pronounced each syllable in his daughter's name, still wondering if his daughter was somewhere inside of the white female with eyes that matched his own. Until he knew without a shadow of a doubt that his daughter was not this female before him , he would continue trying to pry inside her head.
***** words: six forty six muse: good. notes: To be honest, I was confused at first, but that's only because I hadn't read her bio. After I did I understood a lot more. I like that it's two separate wolves in one body, that's the definition of DID. If you were to put Uru into "thoughts" then I feel like it would be more like Atreyu's disorder, than Uru and Ahri together.
"Umm... I don't... don't know who that is," Ahri stammered in surprise. The brute was looking at her in a way that was making her exceedingly uncomfortable. It was as if he knew her. Granted, she should be familiar with such looks, as there were often times that she had met an individual and did not recall them, but this was different. This brute gave her the creeps, and she had the urge to get as far away from him as possible. But that was not in her nature to be rude, and it would be incredibly impolite to take off at a gallop away from the brute before her. And so she stood there, the wagging of her tail slowing to the slightest twitch here and there.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not your daughter," Ahri reiterated confidently, but she shuffled her feet simultaneously. She was not this brute's daughter, was she? It was a possibility that maybe she was confused, but maybe he was confused too. There was so little that she could distinguish these days that anything could be the truth. It was why she had trouble interacting with other wolves. All they managed to do was confuse her, particularly wolves that "knew" her when she did not recognize them. How could she keep up being peppy and fun when she was confused? Confusion bothered her because of the strange, uncomfortable feelings it stirred up in the pit of her stomach.
The white femme tipped her head sideways, her green eyes lighting up as she realized what she could do. "I guess I could help you look for her!" she enthused suddenly, her goofy smile returning once more. If this brute mistook her for his daughter, then maybe the two of them could be friends. It would be interesting to meet someone that looked so much like her that her own father would mistake Ahri for her. Meridian was a pretty name. That would be her new best friend.
"You said her name was Meridian, right? That's really pretty. When was the last time you saw her?" she inquired innocently, her tail resuming its previous wagging as she grinned at the older male. "Why would you mistake me for her?"
The last sentence was colder and much more articulated. Uruviel's eyes fell upon the brute once more, suddenly suspicious of his motives. "You obviously cannot tell your daughter from a random loner wandering the continent. Why is that, hmm? Are you sure you even have a daughter?" The femme's eyes narrowed in suspicion, the fur of her back bristling in warning as she back a few steps away from the brute. "I do believe it is time for you to leave, brute. It would be best that none of my pack mates find you near me, or there will be hell to pay." The threat was hollow, but sometimes it truly slipped Uruviel's mind that she did not, in fact, have a pack any longer. The words were spoken with such conviction that the brute would be a fool not to believe her.
"As for your daughter, she is not here. I am not her, and I do not believe it is in your best interest to approach me again. Figure out what you are doing with your life, and if you can figure that out, maybe then I can help you out," she scoffed, disdained that this brute was wasting her time. She wanted to get back to her mate and her pups. They were her world, and she needed them near her. How else could she tolerate this insufferable world?
Count | 613 words Muse | Good. Tags | Atreyu. Notes | She isn't going to switch every post, though being put under stress causes them to flow back and forth more frequently.
Last Edit: Oct 30, 2012 18:56:10 GMT -5 by Deleted
