Not So Alone [Nashira]

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Chaika lifted his skinny body from the curled position he had slept in, his flexing muscles were easily visible through his skin and pelt. He desperately needed to gain weight, winter felt much more bitter to a wolf with less fat on him. No, the brute did not intend on becoming overweight, but he could not stay like this. Through his coat, his ribs were nearly visible, and his stomach was smaller than most. He stretched his stiff muscles, his paws grasping the rocky ground of the den he had been resting in. When he finished his stretch, he shook his pelt in an attempt to wake him up from his sluggish mode. It worked well enough, he was in a wonderful mood, he had just recently been accepted into Amar, and he was excited to begin his new life here. He stepped outside of the den's protective walls, the winds had picked up and ruffled his fur as he emerged from the entrance.

It had stopped raining, but now snow floated down to the moist ground, collecting in a thin blanket of white. He padded carefully down the mountain, paying close attention to his footing on the potentially slippery surface. Once he reached the bottom, the Timber brute lifted his head to stare up at the flakes that were falling from the sky. The specks fell onto Chaika's nose, melting in a matter of seconds from the warmth of his skin. The brute loved snow, he only wished that snow did not have to haul along the freezing rain and winds. He trotted to the coverage of the forest, his legs were now speckled with snow, as well as his back. Underneath the trees branches, the wind had lessened and the trees managed to block out some of the falling snow. The brute felt the mossy ground beneath his paws, chilly water seeped onto his paws when he stepped onto it. He wondered if he would cross paths with another member of Amar. So far, he had only met Kiddo, and he was looking forward to speaking with the others, hopefully picking up a few friends from the bunch.

He was wandering aimlessly through the trees, he wanted more to get a bit of exercise from exploring his new home rather than be limited to the Kinath where he had remained since Kiddo accepted him into Amar. He finally began to feel wide awake, he was generally a slow wolf when it came to waking up in the morning. Being more alert caused Chaika to notice a large rabbit out of the corner of his eye. He stopped in his tracks, lowering close to the ground. He had been quick to react and had not startled the rabbit one bit. Remaining low enough to the ground that the fur on his belly touched the forest floor, he slowly crept closer to the animal. He was downwind of the fluffy thing, so he went completely unnoticed. When he was close enough to easily pounce, his muscled tensed and he awaited the perfect moment.

'One, two, three...'

When the time came, he launched himself through the air, landing with his front paws on top of the rabbit, nearly crushing it. He grasped the rabbit behind its ears in his teeth and quickly snapped its neck. He licked his lips, tasting the small amount of blood from the kill. It was warm and sticky, and had a bit of a salty taste. He lifted the now lifeless body from its shoulder area and placed it carefully between two small rocks. He covered it using a few branches, deciding to save it for when he made his way back to the dens after his little outing. He wasn't worried about any wolf of Amar to steal his prey, though he wouldn't mind if they did. His stomach was not currently demanding anything, but the brute assumed he would begin feeling hunger later on. He continued walking, now in an even better mood after his little victory.

He hoped to run into another wolf, he was a fairly social wolf and could not stand going too long without any interaction between another wolf. The brute needed some friends in The Oriens, and he wasn't going to accomplish this without wandering about the territory every now and then. He was not sure exactly where he was, but he was still within the forest and he knew what path to take if he needed to return to the dens. 'If I'm lucky enough to find a friend on this little venture, I will offer to share my prey.' He always enjoyed a nice conversation while sharing a nice meal. The rabbit he had caught was quite large and he wasn't the type of wolf to stuff himself when he wasn't too hungry. He wanted to finish it up today while it was fresh, so sharing was the best option. It wasn't mandatory, but it would be nice.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] Gradually the Mexican female was acclimating herself to this colder climate. The snow was certainly beautiful, but it had the tendency to chill her bones. Truthfully, her breed was not well adapted to such frigid temperatures; yet, Hadrian and herself were surviving. Once the spring rolled around things would change. The sun could extend a hand of warmth out again. 'The day won't come soon enough,' despite her negative opinion on the precipitation, Nashira was quite happy today. Nothing extraordinary had occurred, but a nice walk always lightened her spirits. It seemed that these times were the best to clear her mind. Perhaps that would be helpful, maybe then she could finally open up to another canine. Father was always busy, which had not surprised her, and that meant that most of her time was spent in solitude. After the trek to Anikira, the Mexican female was used to caring for herself. Something was missing though, that much her mind knew - even if it was struggling to accept it. Paws carried her muscular frame swiftly throughout The Oriens, her mind wandering back across the ocean. For a second she felt a glow of warm safety, merely the memory of her mother. It faded away into frost once again, Nashira was thankful for that. She could not let her mind be tainted with the past. There would never be a way to bring dear Rhea back to life, mother had died. A soft sigh escaped her lips, maybe if she distanced her mind from her body then things could be better. A flash of ebony collided with her brain, a pack mate named Galdar. He was a more current memory, one that was still bitter within her maw. She did not deserve such disrespect, all the Mexican had done was inquire about who he was. A member or a loner. Snarls darted from behind now curled up lips, "Maybe I am better off alone." Stomping her paws against the damp ground, the femme brought herself to an aggressive halt. Deep brown optics swam across the Zaor forest. These trees were becoming her closest companions now. By no means was Nashira a cruel monster, in truth she was quite kindhearted. Being a warrior since birth had created a stoic exterior that none had been able to break. Well, aside from Hadrian anyway. He would be the only exception to the rule, and that was simply because he went from being her distant idol to her father. 'Not like the others even care,' her thoughts snipped violently within her brain. None seemed to have the ability to tolerate her sarcasm and rather emotionless way of speaking. They persistently thought she was attempting to show that she was better than them. Her stillness was rapidly changed into a sprint. Paws glided across partially muddied ground, she did not know where she was going not did she care. Her plan was nonexistent, the only thought on her mind was blankness. Nashira loathed the amount of anger she had been harvesting recently, it made her feel wrong as if she was no longer herself. Even when she was lying and manipulating strangers in order to find Hadrian, there had always even a bit of joy in her heart. Now emotions were overflowing internally, the one thing that this Mexican female had always feared. Control was vital, it was necessary in order to keep herself alive and sane. Nearly a half hour passed before the female began to slow her pace, breathing relaxed and deep. To her surprise, she actually felt a bit better. Some of the worry and rage had floated from her silhouette and mixed with the air, from there who knew where it went. Movement became initiated once more, this time it was a gentle walk. Even her insides seemed less tangled into knots now that she had ran, it truly was a relief to the subordinate. Had she a better olfactory sense then she might have caught notice of the brute nearby. Still he was not within her acute vision, but notice of strangers was always important to her. Gradually her frame moved around a bend, a thick cluster of trees and then some space. It was then that the brute fell into her sight, audits instinctively flattened against her skull for a moment and then erected themselves. This was the only sign of potential surprise that was visible to another creature. Internally, she felt that her heart had skipped a beat. Words finally separated themselves from her muzzle, "Greetings stranger." Brown eyes studied this new canine, eagerly accepting as much detail about him as possible. The kill he carried was her only initial concern, she knew not if he was a part of Amar. Food had been scarce within The Oriens, the pack needed all that they could get. Nostrils flared but it seemed the frigid weather had prevented them from absorbing any scents at all. It was impossible for her to tell. "I pray that you now have acceptance into these lands." 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((ooc: the prey was hidden, but instead of having you fix your post, we can just assume he decided to carry it instead.))

The rabbit hung from his mouth, swaying with each step. He had decided not to leave it beneath the branches, he feared he would become lost and be unable to sniff it out again through the chilled air that surrounded him. The wind was beginning to have sharp gusts every few steps and his fur ruffled when it did so. It was clearly uncomfortable, but he would tough it out. He had nothing better to do on this cold, wintry day. Snow now speckled his fur, giving him the look of a character out of one of those holiday films.

It was right about then that the wolf heard faint footfalls close by. His audits stood erect, attempting to hear anything he could manage, and he halted his walking. His brown orbs scanned the horizon, or at least as much as he could view through the many trees in the forest. He did not detect another animal at first, but soon he spotted one. A Mexican femme was approaching him, ears pulled back, at a rather quick pace. Her ears soon stood tall again as she, too, yielded and examined the brute. 'I wonder if she is cold. Aren't Mexicans adapted to slightly warmer climates?' The thought peeked into the Timber Wolf's skull, but he ignored it. She seemed very well adapted to the weather, at least as well as any wolf could be. Even Chaika, himself, was feel quite uncomfortable in the weather, but he would never show it to the femme. If she could be out in this weather, so could he. Her greeting finally sank in, and he gave a swift nod, and made eye contact with the wolf before gently placing his rabbit onto the mossy ground before him. "Hello, my name is Chaika. His voice was warm, almost welcoming. If it was possible, his voice would've reversed the numbing temperature into a nice, warm summer afternoon. That is just how friendly his voice was, and it was generally always like this. He barely became irritated or rude towards another of his kind, it just caused him to feel like a cruel animal, speaking in a horrid tone. The words tasted so sour on his tongue.

He nearly chuckled in reaction to the stranger's next statement. Instead, his eyes filled with amusement, but in a friendly way, of course. His oculars saw the she-wolf eying the prey lying at his paws. 'She must think I stole this! He let out a small laugh, nothing too extravagant, and responded to her words. "I assure you that I am no tress passer. I am a subordinate of Amar." His voice was just like the last time he had spoken, the words spilling from his snow-dotted muzzle. This Mexican's words were dull, emotionless, however Chaika's were simply the opposite. They were cheery and joyful, it just didn't fit in with this dreadful weather. "May I ask who you are? Sure, this wolf did not come off as any threat, but he felt he may as well ask. He did not want to be stupid enough to allow a loner continue on their merry way through the territory. He just wanted to be positive that this femme was permitted on the lands.

As he examined the wolf more closely, he figured she was around four years old, one year older than he was, but she was slightly smaller than him. Her coat varied in color, mostly browns and blacks, with a bit of grey here and there. Her eyes were a nice brown color, but they held no emotion, similar to her voice. Chaika was sure he could change this, he generally made even the most depressed wolves always seemed to lighten up a bit after meeting Chaika. He just had that sort of affect on others. A smile was practically burned onto his face, and it never seemed to leave. Other than, of course, when he needed to act professional, which he was also quite fond of and did a swell job with it. What he needed, desperately, was for this wolf to like his company. He longed for a friend within the pack, and hopefully this femme standing before him would accept Chaika, as well. He would have to find out by the way she reacted to his constant cheeriness.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] Brown optics darted across the brute before her, raking him for some sort of lie. She did not gather anything from it. His eyes, his words and his stance all indicated genuine happiness and honesty. She did not understand the reason he held so much cheer, it was almost eerie to the Mexican female. For so long she had his herself away that even the thought of expressing a twinge of a smile hurt. Head cocked itself to the side, the befuddled emotions that one would expect never arrived. She switched her attention to the rabbit which soon found itself upon the ground. 'I hate not being able to smell the new members,' she wanted to let out a snarl of frustration. Somehow it never emitted her maw. Standing so still had permitted the snow to settle into her pelt, causing cascading waves of shivers inside. With a grumble the femme forced herself to come to life, despite the utter hatred for it. Auds still caught the brute's name as she took a few steps back from him. Initially it may have appeared that Nashira was simply that uncomfortable with the canine, but with a wave if energy she shook her pelt. Bits of snow and water flipped from her body, even though it did permit a twinge of frosty air to caress her tender skin. The truth was apparent, she despised the cold. Winter within Amar was going to be hell, but very much worth it if she got to stay with her father. That was the price she had to pay. "Greetings Chaika," her eyes narrowed upon the brute as a laugh emitted his maw. 'Does he find this comical? Is this one big joke to him?' Rage and pain were running throughout her body. For a moment the Mexican femme wondered if this was why she did not have any friends. Maybe the other wolves all believed her to be just a joke as well, she was simply something to make fun of or snap at. 'I am fine by myself, I was alone before and I can stay that way,' even though she longed for companionship, Nashira still held on to the fact that she could survive on her own. For her entire life she had pushed herself to the limit, now was no different. Nashira was confident that she could be a pack wolf with no friends, Hadrian was all she needed. A dry laugh escaped her muzzle,"We are the same then, both of the same family and placement within it." Amar was growing rapidly and it certainly was making her nervous. She despised these persistent run-ins with other wolves that she did not recognize. The female could not smell that they were from Amar, so what was left? This canine had asked if she was a member of the pack - and she had been here for months! It disappointed the Mexican wolf, but she did accept blame for part of it. None really shared their time with her, so she occupied herself alone. Nearly everyday she would train, hunt or perform border control. It was merely for the fact that it gave her some direction. The creature could not stand to become idle and bored. The female assumed that this brute would end up the same as the others, idle and bored with her. She was not that exciting, nor did she hold any real social skills. Well, not when it came to a genuine conversation anyway. When it was necessary, Nashira could play the game. Using eloquent words, intimidation or her body in order to achieve her means. All of it had been in order to find her war god. The great deity that protected her pack when she was a pup. Really, Hadrian had been everything within Nashira's life before she learned that he was her father. Life had revolved around struggling to find him. Now here she was, standing before another canine that would probably jump to conclusions about her in the same way that Galdar had. Count | Six hundred and ninety Muse | Decent Tags | Chaika Notes | Sorry, I must have misread last time.

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Chaika’s brown optics gazed warmly over to the visibly confused canine. He was not sure how he was meant to react to her obvious confusion, he had not a clue to why she was so confused in the first place. His eyes scanned the Mexican femme, showing a hint of concern. Even if she was not a formal member of Amar, he still thought that he should show kindness to any wolf, especially females. It was awful how some brutes simply thought of them as dirt. The Timber Wolf knew for sure that female wolves were wondrous creatures who often held a soft heart and a kind soul, even if it happened to be deep down within them. They were often higher quality friends than males, who usually only wanted to use others to seem more powerful. Sure, femmes could be the same way at times, but in his opinion, at the least both sexes should be treated as equal to one another.

As the stranger slowly stepped backwards from Chaika, his heart ached with pain. ”Is she afraid of me? Is she going to run?” His muscles tensed, prepared to take off after the mysterious wolf if she made the decision to run from him. He would have no intention of hurting her, but he could not allow any wolf who may not be permitted in these lands out of his sight. Instead, the femme shook her pelt, flinging bits of snow and ice in all directions. His entire body relaxed, almost letting out a sigh of relief. He was not in the mood to go for a run in this weather, that was for sure. He caught a glimpse of the strong discomfort that showed upon her face, probably in result of the cold. ”I suppose she hasn’t adapted as well as I had thought.” His mind urged him to give her some of his warmth, but he did not. She would most likely rip his face off for touching her, and he wouldn’t blame her. They had barely met each other, and he was thinking of touching her? Outrageous, that’s what he was.

He nodded his head politely in response to her rather dull greeting. She almost seemed angry with him, as if he had done something wrong. He could not bring himself to remember any screw-ups, he was completely puzzled as to why she was so outraged. Her emotionless laugh startled Chaika, as well as her words. He was easily able to comprehend that she, too was a subordinate of Amar, but she did not share her name with him, forcing feelings of suspicion into the brute’s already crowded mind. ’Is she purposely not giving me this information so I do not know how to identify her is she does something awful?’ The kind wolf couldn’t stop the possibility from arriving in his skull, and he again felt regret for judging the femme. ”It is wonderful that we share the same ranking. Hopefully we will be able to see each other often around here.”

He paused for a split second, then asked her once more for her name in a very patient, polite tone. ”Excuse me, dear, but may I ask what name I should call you by?” He smile a nearly humorous smile to go along with it, hoping not to come off as rude to the Mexican who had done nothing negative up until this point. He shifted into a sitting position, feeling much less on-guard now that it was clear that this wolf would do him no harm. He shook his head a little to rid his face of the bothersome snow and was reminded of the cold wolf that stood before him. ”Hmm. So, how are you dealing with this awful weather?” It was a lame attempt at building the conversation, but it often seemed to do the trick. It advanced past the greetings stage to a basic conversation, which could sometimes lead to an in-depth one, which were the ones Chaika enjoyed the most. They allowed him to forget about his surroundings and simply have a nice time with another canine. That was what the Timber brute did best, have a pleasant time with others, and he hoped he was able to do so with this femme.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] The Mexican female was puzzled and struggling to disguise it. Years had passed since her birth and she had not encountered a brute that was this cheerful. Mixed thoughts about this brute began to etch into her mind, beginning to nip at her brain. A portion of her believed that his kindness was disguising something dark and devious that was being sheltered below the surface. Alas, the other end was smiling happily, attempting to rejoice in what may be a companion. 'Not that I need anyone other than Father,' even with such stubborn thoughts, the Mexican knew the truth. Being so alone within such a large pack was disheartening. The others seemed to know everyone and have a genuine relationship with them. This subordinate was nothing but a silent face within the crowd, passed over by all. All in all, Nashira opted to be thankful for the opportunity to have company. Maybe it would break her of this dreary mindset that had come about recently. Opting to extend this wolf some trust, quite a bit more than most received, the female sent an angry glare to the sky. It was still permitting frigid bits of water to pour down upon her pelt. 'If father can handle this, I can,' Nashira refused to back down and admit to weakness of this weather. However, she would express her absolute loathing for it. For a Mexican canine she had quite the thick and fluffy pelt, but she was no match for Mother Nature that was obvious. Quickly the irked glaze to her features nullified and attention settled upon the brute. He seemed much more equipped to deal with the frosted weather than she could ever dream of being. After a brief surge of envy over his warm pelt dissipated, Nashira was startled to find herself examining his build. The Timber Wolf was rather easy upon the eyes, not like she was willing to admit such a fact. A warm flush rose within her cheeks making the femme highly thankful for her pelt, it was a complete disguise to the vibrant hues her skin now held. 'Hopefully he will see me around? Does that imply he wants to stumble across me again?' Those were foolish thoughts, she was nothing special. The entirety of her time was aiding the pack or training, on a few occasions she permitted herself the opportunity to relax. Within her mind she was convinced that friend materiel was something that did not describe her - let alone anything more than that. Isolation was growing dreadful, but that did not instantly mean that she would make for enjoyable company. The female nearly winced at the stab of hurt she had inflicted upon herself. So he wanted a friend but could not be one herself? Did that not just imply her being miserable forever? Those thoughts were shoved from Nashira's mind quickly, this femme was not one to drown in self pity. A smile was still threatening to peak across her maw and Nashira was utilizing most of her self-control in order to prevent such an occurrence. "If you wish for my company I can always be found within The Oriens. Rarely will I be trekking myself up North," another slight laugh escaped her muzzle. This one held a somewhat nervous undertone to it, almost a hint of excitement. Either way, her words remained quite bland, still lacking whatever had momentarily appeared within her giggling. Her brown optics averted themselves from his facial features, studying the ground near his paws. The hint of emotion that had seeped from her chuckling caught her off guard. Nashira had hardly expected to reveal a glimmer of her soul to some brute. He did not owe her anything, why did he deserve to see something that she held so dear? The Mexican creature almost wanted him to seek her out, to offer her lonesome soul some company. 'Do not get so attached to one random incident of kindness. Do you want to end up dead and alone? That's how mother is!' The truth was apparent within these thoughts, further pushing the female to raise her guards. There was no justification for why he was being so cheery towards her. Other than the fact that it was mating season. Certainly, that was the reason she was so desiring company - it had to be. Chaika received the same mental justification that Nashira had extended herself. The winter months were the reason he was being friendly; yet, her mind could not fully accept that. 'Good, a topic change,' her eyes met his for an empty, emotionless thanks. Nashira assumed that Chaika would not receive such a message from her desolate stare. "It is a bit colder than I would prefer, but I will survive. A little snow and ice will not be the death of me," Nashira's pride was very important to her. She was brought up to be a powerful warrior, indulging what she had to Chaika was a large step for the femme - even though the brute would probably not realize this. Her figure shifted slightly as another blustery breeze surrounded them. This time she could not prevent the shivering from consuming her body. Frustration began to bubble within her veins, now she was going to look like a frozen fool before this Timber brute. Once more the female wanted to turn away from Chaika, burdened by her own mental state. Audits pulled themselves close to her skull for an instant, 'I must change the topic.' With a slow inhale the female formally introduced herself, "I am called Nashira." The privacy she adored for remaining unknown could be lost in order to break her mind of its' befuddled state. Count | Nine hundred and seventy-four Muse | Surprisingly good Tags | Chaika Notes | Sorry for the delay :(

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This wolf was visibly confused, which was a common reaction to his up-front cheeriness, but Chaika had learned to let it go. Nine times out of ten, the puzzled look on the other wolf's face dies down after some more time to acclimate themselves with the brute's kindness. Most wolves came to love Chaika's positive personality, but others believe it is annoying and try to avoid him, which does not bother the male much. If one does not enjoy his company, he respects their opinion and moves on, sure it stings at first, but he will get over it eventually. His heart was beating a bit faster now, he could sense her judging him. Normally, he would not care what others thought of him, but on this snowy day he knew the truth. He needed a friend within these foreign lands that had recently transformed into his new home. On the inside, he was desperate for this female to like him, but on the outside all that was visible was pure happiness. He wasn’t completely sure how many other wolves he would come across within Amar, but he surely wanted to cherish every chance he was given to make a friend.

The female remained emotionless as she told Chaika that she rarely wanders north from the Oriens, so that would be the place to find her. A teeny tiny giggle had released itself from within the wolf, and the brute lit up with even more pleasure. His tail began a steady wagging motion and yet another smile flickered upon his own maw. She seemed to be slowly letting her guard down, which showed him that the Mexican was lending him some of her trust. Surely, she must already know that Chaika has given her every last drop of his trust, which he often seemed to do with strangers. The Timber Wolf was aware of the consequences to this, but he believed that every wolf deserves a fair shot at making a new friend and they should not be denied one because of past hauntings in his life, not that he had any that dealt with trust issues. He nodded in response to the information she had shared with him, and left the topic alone. To be completely honest, the brute had not yet thought about where he would be spending most of his time. He loved The Oriens, but he had also wanted to check out the newly claimed land a bit farther North at some point as well.

After he had changed the subject to the weather, the female’s brown orbs stared at him with a hint of thanks shining on their surface. She answered him proudly, stating that she did not quite enjoy the frigid weather, but she certainly would be able to power through the winter somehow. The male nodded in agreement, this femme was obviously quite capable of surviving in this environment. She wasn’t lying dead on the ground, was she? However, as another chilly breeze found its way upon the pair, it was clear that she was uncomfortable. His chocolate brown orbs watched her body shake with lack of warmth, filling with concern and helplessness. If only he had known the female a bit longer, he would have approached her and comforted her in any way he could, but he knew this was out of the question. Chaika did not want to embarrass the female in any way for pointing out how bitterly chilled her appearance was. Instead, he simply made believe he had not noticed the obvious shiver that had radiated off of the femme.

Then, his audits absorbed the sound of an introduction. ”Nashira,” he whispered the name, testing its sound on his tongue. After a moment of more smiling, he addressed her introduction officially. ”It is a pleasure to meet you, Nashira.” His neck lowered his head into a bow, showing his appreciation for her efforts to share the information with him. Needing something more to say, he remembered the large white rabbit lying at his paws. ”Ah! If you’re a bit hungry, I would have no problem with sharing this meal with such a lovely wolf as you," His voice was excited, but much more professional and serious. He did not want this female to believe he was being sarcastic or anything awful. His heart truly saw her as a lovely creature, as he did with any wolf. She had not done anything negative thus far, so he had no reason not to think of her as lovely. He was not flirting with her, of course not! That would be incredibly disrespectful in Chaika's mind. He was just bringing to her attention that he thought positively of her, as a friend almost.

"A nice meal always helps bring warmth to me despite the miserable weather." He nudged the carcass with his nose, inviting the female to take the prey. Then he added, "And of all things, it is always nice to share a bite to eat with a friend." His cheerful voice stressed the word almost as a proposal to Nashira. Would she accept his little request of friendship? Chaika did not have a clue, but he did know one thing, his appetite had grown quite a bit since he had killed the rabbit.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] The brute's response to her small amount of laughter instantly brought about a mixture of anxiety and rage within herself. The Mexican female was disturbed by her own actions, bothered that she had let a bit of herself show. It merely left her vulnerable and open to be taken advantage of, the same way her mother had been. She was not going to be damaged goods alongside a broken soul; however, a peck of happiness was caressing her soul. Chaika had responded with a glowing expression and some avid tail wagging, that couldn't be a bad sign. Slowly, the femme was contorting her insides in a struggle to regain complete composure. This brute was causing madness to overwhelm her and all he was doing was merely being sociable. Nashira hated him for it, at least she was trying to. The femme had been longing for company and now that she had it, the situation was driving her over the edge. Such a cheerful encounter and never happened to her before. Most seemed to distrust her in the same manner that she distrusted them. It was only fair for the distance to be mutual, after all they didn't know each other in the slightest. 'How am I supposed to know what his intentions are?' she longed to snap at him, demand that the brute stop playing games and tell her his intentions. Her maw failed to release such harsh words, it was forcing her to stick around - reminding her that she really didn't want to leave. Even if this scenario was causing insane amount of discomfort, the femme preferred it to being alone. Especially now, everyone seemed excessively busy while she merely found tasks in order to pass the time. 'I do want a friend, is his company really that bad?' Truthfully, it was the worst and best thing for the subordinate's well being. After all, living a life of isolation could not bring her true happiness. Crania cocked itself to the side, auds swiveling upon it in order to catch the sound of her own name coming from this brute's muzzle. The last little piece of her was exposed to her pack mate, that was how Nashira viewed it anyway. Her name was the remnants of her old life, a place where things were very different from the present - Hadrian would agree with that wholeheartedly. A pang of sorrow pierced her aorta for a moment before the female forced herself to ignore the gentle internal bleeding. She had always suffered from wounds deep beneath the surface, ones that she planned on hiding away there until the end of her days. None would want to hear a pity party about the chaos and worry persistently flooding her skull, nearly drowning her every moment. Empty eyes observed his light bow at the formalities he had spoken; for a second Nashira felt flattered. Few had offered such willing respect to her, let alone extended it in such an optimistic way. "I do believe the pleasure is all mine," rather than speaking desolately, the female filled the emotional void with a slightly seductive undertone. It was the best she could inflict into her words, something more than traditional blankness within her speech. Even so, the statement felt foreign upon her tongue, it had lingered and left a strange aftertaste that made further words seem nearly impossible. At least Chaika had taken control of the conversation, lightly he touched on sensitive subjects and immediately after she extended a response he would divert their attention away. She was more thankful for this than the brute could imagine. Her body stiffened and her once tilted head straightened itself in order to better stare directly into the brute's features. 'Lovely!?' The Mexican creature was unsure if she should be interpreting his words as hormonal rage or a genuine compliment. Perhaps the brute would react poorly to her suddenly offensive stance, but it was only shock consuming her figurine. When Nashira was pushed from her comfort zone the initial reaction was to act offensive, always ready to fight should the interaction result in it. Carefully she lowered her stance to something more comfortable, dropping even her once high tail into a significantly lower position. Of course she was no Alpha, but that did not mean that when the situation was dangerous she would act passively. Lovely - the word resounded across the expanses of confusion within her gray matter. Neurons fired rapidly as the struggled to bring about a more proper reaction to such a word; yet, none came. The femme still remained royally befuddled by the entirety of this canine. "You do not need to feel obligated to share your kill with me, eat your fill." Words ended abruptly, as if she was not positive if her body wished to silence itself or proceed with verbalization. Muddy optics darted rapidly between the corpse and the canine, as if struggling to differentiate what she would prefer. Company and conversation or a meal? Was this a proper situation in which she could be selfish and have both, Nashira knew not the answer. Mind continued to grind against itself, gears whirling at dangerous speeds trying to differentiate genuine kindness from ulterior motives. If only the female could disappear for even a second, take a deep breath to calm herself slightly; attempt to sort through the cluttered files inside of her skull. Quietly, she observed the brute as if he was making some sort of magical potion. Still attempting to contain her wide-eyed wonder at everything playing out before her. Emotions still lacked from the majority of her features, other than an occasional quiver or twitch. The female left it up to the brute to establish within himself if her movements were those of annoyance, confusion or happiness. Chaika could simply not give the poor creature a break, next he spoke of being a friend. 'Is this all it takes to become another's friend?' Her lack of experience only meant that she could not possibly answer her own mental prodding, simply furthering the internal frustrations. "If you insist on sharing with a..." her words faded away as she attempted to grasp at the finishing portion of her statement, "friend, then I will accept; however, you must know that I am capable of caring for myself." Slowly her crania nodded as if the motion proved that she was not in need of someone to depend on. Nashira's pride would always live within her, she refused to be viewed as incapable of providing for herself. After all, she had spent a decent chunk of her life independently. Count | One thousand one hundred and twenty-eight Muse | Overflowing Tags | Chaika Notes | I surprised myself a bit.

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Brown orbs watched Nashira, taking in every change of emotion that occurred. The female was overall emotionless, but he could sense the slight uneasiness between the two canines. Was she worried he was going to inflict some sort of pain to her down the road? Was that why she was remaining so guarded? If this was the case, Chaika would not blame her in any way. Of course he would never attempt to cause anyone to suffer purposely, but she had a right to be cautious. There was a small lump beginning to form within his stomach as he worried whether or not he was saying the right words at the right moment. After all, he had no idea what this female has gone through and how sensitive she may be to certain subjects. The brute was trying to refresh the conversation by varying the topics and not remaining on one subject for an extended period of time. He was hoping that it kept their encounter more pleasant and lighthearted than if they were to discuss only one topic.

He longed for her company, and in all honesty, he hoped that she felt the same way. The Timber brute was intrigued by the way that she seemed to hide her feelings away from him. He was so used to offering up his entire self to any wolf that he didn't even take the time to think whether or not he should be more careful when picking out who he opens up to anymore. The brute was determined to pry this female open so he, too, could know what lies inside of her brain. He would take it slow as to not sound rude, but he was expecting to get some sort of information out of her. He was simply curious as to how this female thought about things, and he wanted to become one of the things she thought about. She had certainly worked her way into his mind, that was for sure.

As his audits absorbed Nashira's slightly seductive words, yet another smile plastered itself upon Chaika's maw. This time, his facial features were more seductive to match her sweet voice. He could sense the effort this female was putting into trying to trust him, and he was enjoying her small attempt to improve her dull replies. Maybe this was the way to get something out of her, acting somewhat seductive. Right when the brute thought he was making progress, she wiped the board clean again. Her reaction to his small attempt to make the canine feel wanted. She looked as if she had never heard the word lovely before, and Chaika immediately felt sorry for the female. Obviously, she had not been accustomed to such positive descriptions of herself. He was not offended by her reaction in any way, in fact he sort of liked it. Nashira was quite attractive appearance wise to the brute, and he was fond of the way she found even a compliment to be a reason to become angry with herself. Her offensive stance did not faze him one bit. He kept his happy composure and tried to reassure the femme that he was not here to hurt her. With a wiggle of his tail and a gleam of his chocolate orbs, yet again he abandoned another topic.

In response to her refusal of the rabbit that remained untouched on the mossy ground, he took a slightly more serious approach. He shifted his weight before allowing words to escape his maw. He did not want to use the wrong statement to prove his point. Right now, it was all or nothing. "There is plenty here for two wolves to eat. I insist that you accept the offer I have given you, as I'm not quite sure what to do with the rabbit otherwise." His tone had lost all of its original cheeriness, taking on a more level and persuasive tone. His eyes pierced through Nashira's, searching for a reason why she would deny herself an offer for a free meal and a friend. To him, it was the best offer one could receive.

The Mexican femme's next words answered the brute's question, she was worried about her pride. Eyes suddenly enlightened themselves with more excitement and his bubbly aura. Nashira's acceptance had taken some effort, both for the meal and the friendship. She was clearly capable of living on her own without help from other wolves, and Chaika noticed that this was important to her. But, he also noticed how she had opened up slightly to allow herself to accept the offer. With another wag of his brownish tail, he responded to the female. "Thank you, Nashira." He dipped his head in sincere thanks before continuing on. "From what I have seen, I am sure you are capable of anything." Another smile and another tail wag.

The brute gently grasped the lifeless body within his jaw, lifting it off of the dirt. He took a few slow steps towards the other canine before carefully placing the prey back onto the ground. Keeping his head lowered, he took three steps backwards. Chaika waited patiently for her to make her next move. He had plenty of time, and he would get this wolf to eat this rabbit no matter what animal or force got in their way. It was his way of showing the canine that he liked her, that she did not have to be alone.

OoC:: This is super crappy, Snuff. I'm sorry. I promise it was much better the first two times I wrote it XD

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] The entirety of the situation was proving only to baffle the female more and more with each passing second. She didn't know if it was even possible for a being to be so genuine and kind, if so she would have likely met another by now. Her brain was beginning to ache from the chaotic mess twirling inside of it. 'His kindness doesn't just reach out to you,' her thoughts collided with emotions and hope for an actual friend. It was going to be difficult to eat, to say the least. But, the brute had extended the offer and she had mentioned accepting it - so the decision was already made. Muddy optics danced from the canine to the meal he had brought with him. Life had to be excessively confusing sometimes and she absolutely despised it. All that this was doing was bringing about a new form of doubt within her mind and awakening a hope for something more. 'Capable of anything,' she couldn't help but feel slightly flustered at the comment the brute had spoken. It had lightly stroked her pride, the very closest thing to her heart. Even if Chaika knew nothing of her independent ways, he had managed to make her feel a bit more happy and intrigued than usual. Even if the Mexican femme did not dare to visually express it. Lightly she pondered the situation playing before her eyes, wondering what would become if it. 'Nothing,' she reminded herself quickly, there was no time in her life to waste on hurt. Her life had been filled with rather unexpected surprises, but that did not mean that all of them were good. There was no use taking unnecessary risks anymore, she was old enough to know that. As she observed his approach and then steps away, Nashira felt a bit of loneliness drop into her. It had not been her intention to make this canine walk on eggshells like this, but the Mexican knew she could not blame him. After all, she was a rather blank slate - he could easily find her to be dangerous and quite threatening. The emotionless could snap at any moment, she certainly had a poor habit of judging others upon that at times. It only made sense that Chaika may have judged her or still be doing so. A dry smile crept over her muzzle, as if showing an empty appreciation for what the male was doing. The happiness within glittered for a fraction of a second before it dissipated entirely once more, she hardly paid enough attention to see if the male had noticed. Had she seen any acknowledgment from him, she was likely to close herself off again out of pure habit. The other canine was clueless to the amounts of guards she had surrounding her innermost self. It had taken a lifetime to build them up and he would not be knocking them down in one moment. Hesitantly she moved forward, optics studying the other lightly before daring to break free and gaze upon the corpse. She ripped off one of it's hind limbs along with a section of its side before taking her own carefully calculated steps back away from it. The brute could take the rest, she had dared to take even a small portion of the kill - that was enough. Eyes darted quickly back up to the male before she dared to speak, "Thank you, Sir Chaika," it was an awkward statement that didn't seem to escape from her muzzle in the same fashion that her previous words had. Everything seemed so foreign, it was as if she was not even within her own body anymore. She merely sat back and watched as this Mexican female wandered throughout her life. Gaze averted itself back towards the meat and she began to eat. Her movements were slow at first, as if the female was expecting something to surprise her. Teeth ripped through tender flesh, bringing nourishment and some settlement to her stomach. She had not been ravenous nor interested in eating this brute's kill at all; yet, she had to. Their meeting was still sitting strangely within her, making the female feel as if something was terribly off in her life. For now, distracting herself would be the best bet. Maybe when she was alone once more things could fall into their rightful place, she could locate some sort of inner peace then. Eagerly licking the last bit of meat from the rabbit, the female stopped herself from gnawing on the bones and directed her attention back towards Chaika, wondering what was going on inside of his mind. Count | Seven hundred and eighty-six Muse | Decent Tags | Chaika Notes |

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All the Timber brute wished to do was allow Nashira to feel more comfortable around him, and he used his naturally cheerful attitude to try to achieve this. The only problem was, every time Chaika complimented the femme or said anything friendly, the Mexican seemed to just add to the thick guard she already had standing up and around her inner self. However, the brute wasn't planning on giving up on the female so easily. He promised himself that he would not cause the other wolf to feel unwanted or awkward by letting up on his bubbliness, instead he would continue to act kind and casual until she felt that she could tell him anything on her mind. Not that he needed to know any of her sacred secrets, but it would be more pleasant for both of them if she wasn't so afraid to tell him anything about her. Or maybe she could at least accept his compliments and kind gestures instead of simply ignoring them. The canine would still enjoy the conversation otherwise, but a little emotion here and there would be nice. All of this emotionlessness was simply causing the male to want to know what his pack mate's true feelings were.

Lonely brown orbs watched helplessly as the other canine ripped off the leg of the rabbit and returned to her original place where she thanked him somewhat awkwardly with a formal sort of tone. He hadn't intended on making their encounter so professional, he had just wanted to respect her personal space and come off as sort of gentleman-like. From what he could see, the femme wasn't used to such a formal atmosphere and to be honest Chaika wasn't fond of it much either. This meeting was meant to be a time for the two Amar members to better learn about each other, and having to worry about saying the wrong thing the entire time they were speaking wasn't exactly ideal. "No problem at all, darling." Once he observed that she had began to devour her meal, he took a few steps to close the distance between him and the remaining chunk of meat where he crouched into a more comfortable eating position. He dove into the flesh eagerly, finding the tenderness of the rabbit to be quite scrumptious. He did not eat impolitely at all, but he wasn't very dainty either. The brute honestly did not care what the she wolf thought about him, but he did control himself enough so he didn't come off as a total slob.

When the canine finally finished his meal, leaving only bones at his feet, he gazed up at Nashira who had already finished her own portion of the rabbit. He shifted into a comfortable sitting position, not even bothering to walk back to his original spot four or so feet further away from the Mexican femme. He wanted to have a better look at this pretty femme, and he didn't like the feeling of talking to her from so far off. Her mottled brown pelt had a variety of shades and colors, which almost reflected how he was feeling at the moment. Deep down, he yearned to learn about the subordinate's history and why she was blocking him away from her own thoughts. But, more importantly, he was feeling pleased with himself for providing the pair with some food to calm their stomachs. It was clear that Nashira's pride was held close to her, and he made a mental note of this so he could be sure to be aware of this in future situations.

The future. That was one aspect of his life that Chaika hadn't even thought about since Kiddo had accepted him into Amar. He hoped to achieve the rank of hunter sometime in the near future, but what he really worried about was his social life within the pack. He planned on picking up friends wherever he could, Nashira included, and he also hoped to one day fall in love once more and maybe start a family. The Timber Wolf would always hold a special place in his heart for his first love, Kyra, but he wished to move away from his dreadful separation with the seemingly perfect match and start from scratch. His love life had never been his number one concern, but he always kept an eye out for a female he may be interested. He wasn't exactly sure where Nashira fell within his mind, they had barely met. Though, he was sure she would appear in his future at some point, just not when or why.

Shifting his seating position to one that was more comfortable, Chaika's gaze fell upon the female that was in front of him once more. He was at a loss for words, his mind was filled to the rim with jumbled thoughts and feelings. After another moment of staring blankly, he blinked a few times before gaining his previous happy expression. He searched for something to say, he did not want to be repeating himself. The male wasn't sure if the other wolf was even enjoying the conversation so far, and he wanted to touch upon topics that she herself found at least somewhat interesting. "So, Nashira, is there anything important about the territory that I should know about? You've lived here longer than I have, and any information from a more experienced member would be helpful." His voice was relaxed and soft, he had nothing to fear about this female. She seemed nice enough, and who was he to judge her so early on. Plus, he truly did have little knowledge of the territory.