Lost in Musings [Laurel/Open]

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Laurel furrowed her eyes t the mention of the beta for she had not come across him yet. She was slowly starting to work her way through all of her pack mates, at least meeting them. Mythril had been the fourth person she had met from Ultoris, but there weren't a huge number of other members to meet. For the most part she didn't really feel the need to meet Captain, for she had already been accepted into the ranks. If he had a desire to meet her then he could introduce herself. For some reason her pride didn't want to allow her to seek him out. For a wolf with no pack or family outside of Ultoris she sure did have a lot of pride. If she was being honest she was still settling into the way things worked here in Ultoris. Everything was so different from the culture that she was raised in. "Rocket and I are recent members here." It had only been a few weeks, if not a month since she had found the Selunari expanse. After looking at it's great size and structure she had known this was where she would find her fate.

Not everyone believe as strongly in fate as she did. The only reason she had found this pack was the pull deep somewhere in her heart. There was a purpose to whatever destiny had pulled her here. She supposed that it would feel good to begin training the youth of Ultoris. She hoped that Severus would allow her the honor of helping him, since the pack was lacking in experienced warriors. From what Laurel understood there was an alliance between Ultoris and Kairos and Ananke, but there was no point in relying on others to protect them. They would have to learn to protect themselves and with time the pack would grow to rival even the mightiest on Anikira. Laurel wasn't blood thirsty or anything, but she did like the idea of making her home great. Coming from a great pack had made being a loner hard for her. Out in the wild she had no one to rely on but herself, and Rocket. "We came here a few weeks ago. Never heard of any Captain. Sounds like a goober to me." The little creatures sass had returned with much gusto as he plopped onto the ground. Laurel could only smile at the dramatics that he little friend like to put on. Her name for him was only go to make him even more unbearable to be around. He could be an ass most of the time, but Laurel didn't mind his bristle and neither did Mythril it seemed.
Words: 451
Tags: Mythril
Muse: Not at it's best
Notes: n/a

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[Mythril]

"Goober?" Mythril twisted her head curiously at Rocket, that wouldn't be a word she'd have applied to the alpha. "I'm not sure he would appreciate that description." Chuckling warmly at the thought of Captains reaction to such a name. Even thinking of the grey brute brought a thunder to her chest though her ears flickered back. It had been some time since she'd last seen the beta. It seemed as soon as she joined he had abandoned her. Perhaps his whole demeanor had been nothing more then an act to gain more members for his pack, to strengthen it. That thought sent a piercing pain, stabbing straight through the center of her heart. A brief frown touched her features before she shook her cranium to rid it of such negative thoughts. Myth didn't want to think that way, this was a new start at a life she had long denied herself, she didn't want to imagine it was all a lie. The beta was likely busy, that's all. Just busy.

Dropping her attention to her new found friend she smirked providing his belly playfully with the tip of her muzzle. "You should meet him, before you judge him, he isn't bad at all. He's the reason I am here after all." Lifting her gaze to Laurel, ensuring that the large wolfess was included in on the conversation. "What brought you two here? Out of all the packs that occupy this island, why Ultoris?" Curiosity was alright in those pale depths, that ear split in two shifted forward, it's hotter portion flopped slightly before standing straight at attention echoing its owners curiosity.

For a moment Mythril shifted, choosing another position to ease the stiffening of those scars that marred her body. She had remained in the same position far to long, she would need to move around soon least they stiffen to the point where she would not be able to conceal the limp or the constant pain.

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Laurel

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"] Rocket only shook his head at the creamy pale femme. He had no interest in meeting anyone else. All of the rest of the wolves in this pack were the same. Indelicate an unintelligent. More than once these Ultoris wolves had mistaken him for a snack and tried to eat him. If it hadn't been for Laurel's intimidation they would have made a meal out of him. "I will just take your word for it. I need no opinion, good or bad of him." It was a lie for Rocket was determined to think poorly of the brute, only because he could hear the fondness in Mythril's voice. There was no one whom Rocket had ever given his heart, no one he could call his own, and while it was foolish for him to have such an infatuation, he couldn't help it. Mythril was the first person to show him any kindness outside of Laurel. Everyone else treated him like the vermin he knew he was. When the conversation turned to include Laurel, Rocket simply tucked himself into Mythril's chest.

There it was, the burning question that everyone seemed to be asking her since her arrival her in Aleru. First Severus, then Galathe, Ryker, and now Mythril. Everyone needed a reason for her to be here in Ultoris. As if there could be no decision without a reason behind it. Whatever reasoning had been behind Laurel's decision to come here had not been her own. Fate had called her here and she would follow it almost blindly. Whatever invisible force it was that lead her here she would never question it. Long ago she had learned that no matter what happened in her life there was still a plan, something out there that gave her life meaning. For a long time it had been the protection of the weak, then it had been finding Rocket, and now it was Ultoris. There was a purpose she was meant to fulfil here but she hadn't figured it out yet. "Fate." That was the only explanation she could give for it was the only one she had.

She had no answers even for herself. "Fate. That is the reason she dragged out butts all the way across this continent. We had a good life on the road, the two of us had each other and we made a good living for ourselves. But no we had to follow whatever invisible thing it is that is tickling her heart." Laurel could only smile at her sassy little friend. He had been nothing if not vocal about their decision to come to Ultoris. It would have never been his choice to remain here, but he staid for her. His loyalty was commendable for he trusted in her sense that there was something more here. Others would have left her an her silly sense.

Words: 482
Tags: Mythril
Muse: Better
Notes: n/a

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[Mythril]

Rockets reply amused the fae, but she made no comment on it per say. Simply directed a question towards the green eyed femme who remained mostly silent. It was obvious that Rocket did the majority of the talking amid this dynamic duo, but that didn't mean Laurel shouldn't have the opportunity to speak if she so desired. And so Myth asked her a question that tied into the words she had just spoken about what brought her here. From the impression she received in response to the inquiry Mythril wasn't the first to have asked the pair that question. Although the answer was somewhat surprising but the fae above all else believed such things were possible.

Fate, it was a simple answer, even though Rocket elaborated for the giant wolf while curling up against her chest. He reminded her of what she used to do with her father several worlds away. Unconsciously she dropped her muzzle in a gentle hug before she spoke in reply. "A sound answer, but one few would have the courage to follow. I am glad for it allowed me the pleasure of meeting the both of you where we otherwise would likely have never crossed paths."

The way she spoke, the words she chose were specifically designed to include both the wolfess and her raccoon companion. Although she was loath to move since Rocket had made himself comfortable Mythril shifted once more, the longer she left her limb immobile the more pain it caused, but she was loath to leave the company of these two. Perhaps they would be interested in accompanying her for a short walk. Still maybe they wouldn't be, unsure if it was rude to ask or not Mythril remained silent on the subject enduring the pain without a sound or even a flicker of its presence showing on her face or eyes. Masks, it was a human trait she had adapted and used very well. After all, a life of scorn and disgust one had to build such things in order to protect ones self.

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Laurel

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Laurel only shrugged at the admission that Mythril also believed in fate. It did not matter if anyone else believed in the reasons for Laurel to come here. She hadn't sought out any kind of approval for her actions. Most would condemn her for the choices that she had made in her past, not for the acts themselves but for her reasons. Some thought that it was a crime to kill other wolves, even if they were bad people. Laurel did not agree. Mutts who decided to murder and torture those who were weaker then them deserved to be put down. That was a task that Laurel was more than happy to complete. There was some sense of satisfaction that she felt whenever she saw the light leave a mongrels eyes. Some hope that she was saving the world from their depravity. Perhaps her destiny sought to pull her away from her vigilante tendencies. It might have the makings of an honest life for her in the future. The way that Mythril made sure to keep Laurel in the conversation was kind, even though Laurel was content to listen. Whatever words she had to say she would say them when she felt the need. Words were few and precious to her.

"All I can do is follow where it leads." That was all that anyone could do, for no one could change their destiny. "Laurel did some bad stuff and now she is trying to make a better life for us. At least that what I think. She isn't much of a talker but when you spend enough time around her you learn what she means." It had taken Rocket months to figure Laurel out an even now he hadn't gleaned all of her secrets. Some stories she had just refused to tell her, probably because she was afraid that he would leave her side. "Fate, just be on my side to have led us to a friend like you." Rocket was not the only one beginning to have a fondness for Mythril. Her easy way of conversing with the two was appealing and she was very charming when she wanted to be. Friendlier than most she had met during her time here, not just to herself, but also to Rocket.

Words: 380
Tags: Mythril
Muse: Better
Notes: n/a

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[Mythril]

Mythril wasn't a wolf of many words, simply because she had forgotten what it was like to be made to feel as if one belonged in the company of others. For the complete duration of her human captivity, the two legged had constantly relocated her. Placing her along side other wolves in an attempt to force her into a pack that wanted only to treat the damaged wolf as an omega despite her healing abilities they gladly sought when they needed them. Though despite all their efforts Mythril never blended in with the captive packs, primarily because she refused to be an omega. She was born to a proud pack, heir to their throne, she would not be down graded to something to be abused simply because she bore the scars of an attack few of them could even imagine let alone endure.

When Rocket elaborated on Laurels own words, something the snowy fae dusted lightly in ash was quickly growing accustomed to, Mythril would frown faintly. "Bad? I do not see a bad soul in Laurel, perhaps it was something needful that happened, but I doubt bad would be the term I'd apply no matter what it was. She had her reasons, and that is good enough for me." The urge to share her story with the pair was strong, but Mythril held back. After all she did not know if they would even be interested in her tale, she doubted anyone truly was. Not even Captain, the brute who stole her heart, convinced her to join, then vanished after promising he would never let her be lonely again.

Laurels voice brought her from her musings and a smile played across her lips. "I would agree, Laurel, fate is funny that way. Bringing you to where you need to be even if you do not realize the reason for it right away."

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Laurel

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Laurel could not fault the she-wolf her optimistic frame of mind, but she had no idea whom she was keeping company with. While Laurel would never regret the actions that she had taken in her past she would not justify them. Murder was a horrendous crime, one that ought to be punished, yet she was not. The taking of a life was wrong even if done for the right reasons. It mattered not. Laurel could not change the amount of blood she had spilled, nor would she ever want to. Laurel simply shook her head at the way Mythril put things so plainly. Laurel could never live her life so black and white. While those she had killed deserved their deaths she was a killer all the same. "It is not that simple little wolf." Part of the reason that she didn't share her past was that she did not seek pity or understanding. No one could make her feel better or worse about her actions. She didn't care about what other people thought of her, the only person that mattered was Rocket.

Rocket simply sighed as loud as his little body would allow. Laurel knew he tired of the topic of her behavior easily. In his mind she had never done anything wrong, but she would not allow him to console her. They had argued many times over the months they had spent together. In the end Laurel tended to win with her silence. Laurel just gritted her teeth at the little beast. Her voice indicating that she didn't want to argue this topic any further. "Laurel never wants to talk about all of the people she killed. I keep telling her that some people deserve to die, but she has to be all broody about it." Laurel growled at the raccoon her fur bristling at the little creature. "Enough Rocket." Her voice boomed in the little cavern, making the walls seem to shake. Her mood ruined she stood making her way closer to the beast before snatching him up. Her teeth were a little less then gentle as she pulled the raccoon away from his friend. He was getting altogether too comfortable with the new female. "Ouch. Cut it out Laurel, I'll shut up. I get it." Rocket snarled before smacking Laurel in the face.

Words: 390
Tags: Mythril
Muse: Decent
Notes: n/a

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[Mythril]

"It rarely ever is, Laurel." There was a bitter tinge to that low slightly roughen voice. When Rocket sighed heavily Mythril would glance down at him, with a puzzled little frown. Was he irritated at the dire's outlook on life? When he went into depth and spoke of her killing people the irritated wolf growled for him to stop even as her jaws pulled him roughly away from Myth's chest. Unease rolled inside the pale white female marked with the faintest shadow of black. Not because she thought Laurel would injure of kill Rocket, but because it was her own foolishness that caused the argument between the companions. In her mind she berated herself, she knew she wasn't cut out for socialization, or befriending any creature. That pesky critter called fate had ensured she never would be, and here again was a sign that she shouldn't get close to anyone. When she spoke at last it was with a slightly hesitant voice. "Forgive me, I shouldn't have asked such questions and over stepped bounds." That muzzle would dip even as she forced herself stiffly to her paws. Bracing for the inevitable pain. "If you'll excuse me, I will trouble you both no more.

With those words she turned away following the stream deeper into the cavern, struggling valiantly not to limp even as those scars and the twisted tissue beneath that lay unseen screamed at her in protest.

Captain was wrong, she didn't belong here, without meaning to she caused two friends to get into a fight. Whether it was an ongoing one or not, it was her words and inquiries that sparked it. And ended up with physical roughness to the first creature, Captain aside, to show her an open welcome. She must never forget that she wasn't meant to belong, anywhere, even if this pack truly needed her skills it did not need her.

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Laurel
Notes: Insecure Mythril

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The change in Mythril's voice was subtle, but Laurel could sense the female putting distance between them. Whatever spat that Rocket had started was not her fault. It wouldn't have mattered if Mythril had brought up the topic or not. They had fought over it so many times and they would again in the future. None of it was her fault whether she chose to believe it or not. Regardless of any of that the scarred female picked herself up and began to leave. If Laurel had believed that she had really wanted to part ways with the two of them she might have let it drop, but that was not the case. With a flick of her neck she tossed Rocket to the ground with a tell tale oomph. Moving faster than Mythril she blocked her escape, her hulking frame enough to keep her from leaving. "You are not excused, now sit." Laurel's voice was low and demanding. Living on her own she was used to getting her way for even Rocket could not keep her from doing things her way. Once she was satisfied that Mythril would not flee she backed off a step before sitting down. Her tail twitched impatiently as her green eyes bore into Rocket. He had started this mess and he would be the one to get them out of it.

Rocket moved towards Mythril until he was beside her again. His dark gloved paws reaching out to tug at her fur. "Please don't leave me alone with her. She might beat me up again." Rocket's eyes twinkled in mischief as he try to play on her sympathy to get them to stay. He didn't want his new friend to leave, not when he was enjoying himself for the first time in what seemed like months. Besides you are much more fun to talk to than miss chatter box over there. Please stay." Rocket settled back into her fur so that if she moved he would have to move with her.

Words: 350
Tags: Mythril
Muse: Good
Notes: n/a

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[Mythril]

That skull was dipped low to relieve as much pressure as she could upon that tightened scar tissue. It was times like these she wished she were still in human care, they had ways of minimizing the development of that tissue, was she could not accomplish alone. Even now she could feel the scars up her neck tightening, pressing down on that critical vein. If she didn't find the appropriate movements that kept that area limber and mobile she may as well simply throw herself back into the ocean where she came. It would be a quicker death.

Although she doubted that would be the cause of her ultimate demise. The secrets she held closest to her heart were the ones that would kill her, it was an inevitable death, painful and slow, and unavoidable. It was part of the reason she had been so reluctant to open herself to anyone all these years. But it was a secret she would never divulge. There was not a chance she'd have a mate or pups, after all Captain had already forgotten her presence. He had been the only male ever to have shown that kinda interest in her and as she suspected it had simply been a rouse in order to gain more members for his beloved pack. She wanted to feel resentful but...

That thought was instantly halted even as her form froze nearly slamming into the hulking body of the giant Laurel. That cranium rose pale yellow eyes wide with shock that only increased at the low demand. It was because of that shock Mythril's rump automatically lowered to the ground. She continued to stare as Laurel backed off, completely puzzled. When Rockets paws tugged at her fur those moon touched orbs dropped to him, head changed slightly to the left. "You know very well Laurel would never truly harm you. But if you insist I shall stay." It was obvious Laurel felt the same else the humongous female wouldn't have blocked her path. Still she felt more then a little awkward at the moment.


Laurel

[Laurel]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The fact that Mythril had been so lost in her own thought that she had almost run into Laurel made the large femme grin. Her size was typically the first thing that people noticed about her so it was surprising that Myth was thinking that hard. Whatever it was that plagued her mind must have been very important to her, but Laurel was not ready to let her leave. They had upset the scarred female and the two of them would make it right before she was allowed to leave. There would be good feeling between them all before they parted ways. This was one of the few pack mates that Laurel and Rocket had met, the only one that openly embraced her raccoon companion. They were not going to risk losing her as a friend. Laurel laid down on the ground, her head laying on her front paws as an indication that Mythril should get comfortable. "I am sorry if we upset you, but you are not to blame." Her green gaze bore into Laurel with irritation that he had pushed her like that. Her temper was something rarely seen but when it was it could be severe. That was not the impression she wanted to leave on Mythril, she didn't deserve to be subjected to her anger. "That remains to be seen Mythril. From the way she is looking at me you might just be wrong about that."

Laurel rolled her eyes at the little creature before baring her teeth at him. "Watch it." While Laurel would never truly harm him there was still a chance that she would squish him to death. His big mouth was the only thing keeping him from being the perfect little friend. Most of the conflicts between them occurred because he had a lack of ability to keep his mouth shut. "Besides we were having so much fun before the unpleasantness." Rocket would refuse the blame as he always did arguing that Laurel should simply get over her aversion to sharing about her past. There were things she wanted kept private, at least until she knew that these new pack mates of hers would not judge her for being an assassin. It was a beneficial skill to have, but not something to brag about to others.

Words: 350
Tags: Mythril
Muse: Meh
Notes: n/a

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