Running up that Hill (Mimic x Ivory)

[Chande Crescentmoon]

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[atrb=background,http://i912.photobucket.com/albums/ac326/NamiWolf/Middle.jpg] text | speech | thought I can't keep this up. She thought to herself. Who could ever keep this up? Being So lonely. I don't get wolves these days.. Her paws hit the snows below like wild fire as she trampled through it. She was bored, out of her mind some would say. She wasn't usually aggressive within mind, or even the cinch one to be bored easily. But there were no lone wolves around at the time. She could definitely smell the marking of pack territories but due to the past, Ivory stayed from it. Incase of more heart break. She hadn't talked to anyone besides some passing by coyotes, since she left the clearings the many months back. Her fur coat danced gorgeously against the sun's rays, reminding those around that.. Even though a little loose in the screws; Ivory was gorgeous. But her fur's thickness had made it difficult to continue north, which it seemed only where she intended to go. Her body was well built for the cold. But in due time, only next year would her coat grow in, in time. She huffed and growled around a small clearing she had decided to rest in. Flomphing down, this would only be the time that she would notice the scent of another amoung the air... Words: Counting's for losers! Comments: Ivory <3

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[Hinaezuu Atradico]

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[atrb=background,http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n516/NeuralDefekt/Posting%20Tables/Mimic_BG.png] text | speech | thought Mimic had taken his leave from the Earthensong clearing belatedly, he felt. In grim addition to all the countless scrapes and scratches he had earned during his time in their territory, Starcursed had ripped through flesh and muscle on his left shoulder and left the young wolf with a wound an ancient Battalion would be proud to bear. In the first few days it had not hindered him - after all, he had taken his fill from the pack's cache before he had diverted to begin his journey to nowhere. Not necessarily with their consent, but then who was to know? Now though, as what little fuel he carried in his aching belly began to wane and disappear, his monstrous limp made its presence felt. Time and time again as he strolled aimlessly, he had caught sight of a small meal and faltered in the chase, leaving him more cold and angry than when he first began. Those damned fools, he mused darkly, I hope Darkheart bites back just as hard. In the days that came before, he would not have wished misfortune to befall the entire pack - perhaps just its Alpha Brute - but as he would be forced to live the remainder of his life as a cripple, Mimic had developed a certain sense of justice for what the plotting wolves had sought to do. Maybe if the group succeeded in culling some of the Earthensongs, he would be satisfied in the knowledge that they had lost something dear to them, as he had by way of movement. Now and then he would saunter through a clearing or spot absent of trees, a wall of leafless wood hulking around a stream of lake pool that offered little shelter or adequate water. The atramentous fur of his shoulder had been long-since matted with his own blood, though he had not bothered to take the time to clear it, and the various scratches worn on his muzzle still tattered his fur unattended. The dark wolf had taken little sleep since setting out, and his lazy gait told of this self-depravation till he was more or less staggering on in a daze. His eyes were ahead and not behind though, and that was all that mattered. The promise of return he had made to the female resposible for his crippling flashed through his mind and he gave a scornful snort, as if he would be true to such a ridiculous request. All he desired was to locate the next target of his destruction, or something he could play with. Passing through an arch of bowing trees, he came upon the clearing in which Ivory had taken her rest, though he did not see her whatsoever when he strolled in indifferently. It was the broken glint of sun on melting ice that had caught his attention, and Mimic trawled through the snow like a furred plough till he reached the modest bank. Stained muzzle dropping to the watery shards, he sucked some into his maw and cracked it all between his teeth, closing his eyes as his gums were scraped but at least his throat was cooled and soothed. It was only when his nose began to twitch independant of his will that he noticed there was another nearby. Refusing to turn and meet the creature, for he knew it was no Earthensong or Darkheart - and certainly not this far beyond the borders. The smell was distinctly wolven, of that he was sure, but whomever it belonged to had never before had the ill luck to meet him. Settling all of his weight on the right side of his body, Mimic lifted his head to the most arrogant angle he could muster and let his ears clutch at the back of his skull. Choose your introductory manner and words with me carefully, stranger wolf, or they may very well be the last you utter", he said confidently. Damaged he may be, but ready for a fight if it should arise. Words: 671 Comments: How ever will Miss Glitter Happiness react to his rudeness!?

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[Chande Crescentmoon]

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[atrb=background,http://i912.photobucket.com/albums/ac326/NamiWolf/Middle.jpg] text | speech | thought While he padded into the clearing, she scrambled up upon her paws to make it for the tree line, but as he announced vicious words through his mouth, Ivory blinked in astonishment to how rude outsider wolves had become. She padded to his side area to see his injured muzzle and shoulder. Her auds dropped lightly. They were wolven bites. Her eyes lowered lightly, he was handsome despite the mangling and the tampered, matted fur. Her piercing amber orbs looked to his stature and lowered her own. She hadn't want any problems with a wolf so angry, or so big. Her auds lowered and then perked up. She knew she must help him out. "Ivory." She said with her mongolian accent. "Ivory Kuai Le, ex Mongona Caretaker of the Huang Shiko Pack.." Mongona, was slang for Mongolian Slave Wolf from her old pack. She could see he had the accents of reds; possibly from a neighbouring pack from her now disbanned. As she moved to slightly balance herself different, her fur danced in the rays of light overhead. She was beauty, even though she viewed herself as lesser then any with a fullfledge red coat. But then she bowwed feeling awkward standing in the same position as a grey wolf, or what looked like.. Half grey wolf. "Forgive me for intruding.. I didn't think this clearing was anyone's before my own. I hadn't smelt territory marks, nor seen prints besides a lone fawn and her mother." She winced a little. "I was thinking of feeding myself some of your fish, I am sorry for such thoughts as well.. Sir.." She almost gave way a sigh, no. Sorry. She did but it was rather quiet. She was just going back to her roots. Possibly this was the end of Ivory's Happiness. Even though it was pretty boring. "I could possibly help you with your shoulder and maw. I haven't a bad healer's paw. Or should I say tongue.. If not I could go hunt for a good rabbit. You look.." She swallowed; hard. "Hungry.. I--If not I should be leaving then." Words: 347 Comments: ;D;. Poor girl </3. Also, changed her speech colour XD

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[Hinaezuu Atradico]

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[atrb=background,http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n516/NeuralDefekt/Posting%20Tables/Mimic_BG.png] text | speech | thought When Ivory began to move into his field of vision his eyes rolled wildly to her, though it was only his eyes whose composure was lost at present as testament to his unsettling present state. It was not her movement however that astonished most of all but her voice; for some reason Mimic had expected to hear the retort of a male. Dark tufted ears flicking upwards as she eyed him, he rose on his paws as best as he could and turned to meet her in her speaking even if he remained silent all the while till she had finished. Every word she said was simply met with an indifferent stare that quite possibly contributed to her feeling as uncomfortable as she seemed to be, which pleased him and caused an inward grin. But the mention of 'Mongona' provoked stirrings in him that may have caused a momentary shift of his features - while he was a Mongolian hybrid, his knowledge was still fairly sound of the treatment of his mother's kind and so the term did not go unnoticed. In a mind's drifting of course not often attributed to this wolf, Mimic could only dull his sense of shock that the wolf before him is or could ever have been a wolven slave. One such as he - rejected or considered lower than his own kind - were more so able to gain an appreciation of the beauty of all things since they had been denied them, and he was no different. True to his first impressions, she was a vision and quite probably hardly a wolf to gain the affections of so easily as one unable to boast quite so much elegance. Indeed, he would have been rather humbled were it not in his nature to feed a healthy ego. "Mimic", he said simply, stating no rank or purpose. It had occurred in the first instance to gift the wolf with his true name, but he remembered himself before he spoke and recalled that for his crimes he no longer had claim to any such name. His adopted name would serve well enough. One side of his deep brow arched when she bowed to him and he could not stop the smile twitching at the corners of his muzzle. Does she think I have claimed this clearing for my own? Haha! It became clear to Mimic now that this wolf was most likely new to the area, and had mistaken him for a wolf of standing when really he was detested throughout the lands by the majority, and feared by the rest. In retrospect, he hardly saw why he should leave when this place would offer him so much choice for entertainment. But he didn't like to exhaust his supply of action so soon. At length, after allowing her to torture herself with the misconception she had intruded, he spoke again with even tones, not unkind as before though he did not apologise for his earlier threat. It never even occurred to him to do so. "Do as you please, I neither know nor care to whom these lands belong. My passing is unnoticed for the time being, and not begrudged by any who wish to continue their life beyond a few short moments" he said quietly. Fishing... Hmmm.... I had never sought to break the pools and fish the water to dwindle their stocks and fill my belly. That damned fawn and it's cursed mother evaded my notice also. His very mind seemed to growl in annoyance at his foolishness, but he silenced it with a brisk snort and toss of his muzzle, coincidentally answering her venture for his healing. Taking a single, halting step forward toward her his lower half sank several inches toward the snow beneath him and tortured but strong eyes lifted to meet Ivory's. "I hardly think any tongue - even yours, Miss Kuai Le - could cure me of this ailment. Or do you think that I have not tried myself?" He was not particularly angered by her question, more so just agitated that there truly was nothing to be done about it. His leg, at least. Even the wounds on his muzzle though, he would never let her tend. "As for these scratches", he crossed his eyes to give his muzzle a fleeting glance over, "They will heal in time. I have been used to such wounds I cannot tend myself. The void in my stomach however..." he was clearly pained by having to admit it, "is not so easily cured. I have tried to hunt but my leg will not allow it. My meals have been scarce." On cue, he wavered lethargically but steadied himself with his paws thrust in the snow and snarled at his own incapability. Words: 798 Comments: Awww, Ivory is so caring. And what is this!? Mimic is perhaps beginning to appreciate the actions of others? The world has gone mad!

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[Chande Crescentmoon]

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[atrb=background,http://i912.photobucket.com/albums/ac326/NamiWolf/Middle.jpg] text | speech | thought Her heart thundered as he faced her. He didn't look like he could impede brute strength. But she was nothing to talk about. Ivory was small, gentle and had never fought against any. When he said his name almost a caring tone came to her face. Mimic. She now knew she could always be by his side. Even if he was so twisted like his emotions seemed to play out. However, the distaste this wolf would hold in many didn't stray her from the thought. It was obvious he was hated. Markings of the wolves; and possibly human.. 'thread'. She was a caretaker amoung her pack. These wounds were not foreign to her. Especially as a slave amoung the greys. Her frame moved to him, her movements well timed, almost gorgeous and generous to anything around. She did not carry herself a warrior of any sorts. But an elegant lady-wolf. Her shoulders didn't move like a predator's, but like someone who would know lore; or even healing. She stopped a few ways off though. Feeling an ill unwanted feeling. When he spoke of how he did not own these lands her tension in her movements dropped moreso. Her eyes looking over his wounds as he spoke. "No, I do not think most of these wounds could ever be fully healed. But they could be strayed away from infection and your death. Mr. Mimic." She replied with his titles of Miss. Then she shook her head. "And.. Please.. Just Ivory, Kuai Le is not how I am feeling quite at this moment. The name gives me pain. But I do not wish to put down it's true meaning." Hopefully he'd know some sort of Chinese or Mandarin. Her auds lowered when he spoke of not being able to eat. She nodded a little. "I will return with some berries and some food. Berries for that wound. Possibly a leaf if I can find one in this thick pine tree brush.." Then she took off, her body may have been elegant but her movements were like a bullet. Fast and quicker then many. Her size played up this ability without problem. It would only take possibly half an hour-shift till she came back with two rabbits and a stem of berries. As she put down the rabbit, she lowered her body until he gave her the right away to apply berries to him if he wanted it. Her muzzle and neck now stained with blood from the rabbit. She looked up towards the stream and got up, forgetting the wants to stay beside the berries. She moved into the water, he was a large wolf. A rabbit wouldn't quench his hunger. So she let the cold of the small lake shock her as she stood. Waiting for the opportune moment to dash down and pluck out a trout. Coming out was difficult but she dropped and snapped the fish's slight vertebrae. Licking her chops a bit she hadn't notice how hungry she was. But she ignored it. This was for Mimic, and she was used to starving. Moving past him, her fur brushed up against his and she skittered slightly in a panic from him. Then lowered beside the berries. Blushing under her fire-streaked fur. Words: Lots.. Comments: Love for her.. She's so caring for him <3.

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[Hinaezuu Atradico]

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[atrb=background,http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n516/NeuralDefekt/Posting%20Tables/Mimic_BG.png] text | speech | thought Mimic kept a careful, measured eye on Ivory whenever she moved, as one does while watching a creature that may or may not be threatening in the moments to come. Any belief that this fae would somehow come to bring him harm was an ill and misplaced conception at best, and one that he fortunately had not fallen victim to. It would seem though that her very manner was a threat to some part of him, the cold and emotionless part of him that had free reign so much of the time. It was not just her kindly manner that had him enthralled and his trust fuelled - for he knew more than most just how deceptive appearances could truly be - but the fact that she was offering to sacrifice her time, energy and potential meal so that she could ensure he was fed and his wounds tended. In the first instance, such a thing made him feel sick; but somewhere deep within there was a spark of wolven feeling that felt thankful, grateful that there was somewolf there and that he was not completely alone. A wolf that he did not desire to torture on sight, but one who made him curious and wary in return - the effect he had so often inflicted on others. While she spoke, he remained mute but looked at her with eyes that seemed to be thawing at least ever so slightly. They were not brimming with the glassy hostility they bore when first she began to speak to him, but he was not eager to let Ivory see that anything she was saying or doing was winning him over. If he let her talk to him, tend him or feed him it would be by his own doing and not by her suggestion - or so he would like to portray. "As you wish, Ivory", he said in simple reply to both her talk of his wounds and of her name. A gentle inclination of his muzzle that could be interpreted as a bow if one were looking hard enough for it was given, and Mimic's shoulders ceased their stiffening. As Ivory made to take to the forest he did not say anything to halt nor encourage her, instead beginning to pace the modest clearing as it it were his very own, his dark legs ploughing up great rows of snow till he had worn a track the entire length and breadth of the place. Although out of sight, Ivory remained stubbornly in the forefront of his mind and he found himself experiencing several surreal moments in which he actually wondered whether or not their encounter had taken place at all. It had never crossed his mind that he might meet another soul on his way out of the Earthensong lands, let alone one such as she. Even now he could not help but agree with what the higher powers had dictated; they two and had met and yet what a pair they made, complete opposites in every concievable way. As was the norm, after several moments of staying in one place in wait for her return he began to get increasingly agitated and this mood was spurred all the more by the growing insistance of the sting in his shoulder. It itched - which was a good sign - but that did not make it any less of a nuisance and it did not take long before he started to scratch by raking his tender skin across the frozen boughs of sagging trees, his muzzle twitching to a snarl as he would graze over the wound and clots. At least it satisfied the itch though. Ivory's reappearance went unnoticed by Mimic while he continued his self-prescribed itching treatment but then an extraordinary thing happened - he saw that she was back, and stopped almost immediately, lest she should scold him for mistreating her wounds. Being of a caring sort and no doubt a fine Caretaker, even he was in no position to counter her diagnosis and methods of recovery. While she strode to and fro to get all things she needed, he slumped lazily in the snow and watched her with close scrutiny - her every move, even those she probably did not know she had made herself. At her fishing skill, his brow lifted curiously perhaps with a little admiration at her practised talent, but that soon faded as she came to join him. Her fur brushing against his own caused his hackles to bristle and he gave a rippling snarl that was swiftly silenced and he swung his head at her to give an a look of almost fleeting apology. "Thank you..." he mumbled when he noticed the plump fish and the rabbits, both of which he hoarded hungrily with his forepaw before he paused and left one rabbit, eyeing Ivory and then tugging the fish and one rabbit to his other side. The word he had just spoken had left a bitter taste in his mouth, for he had a certain dislike for sincerity and thanks. Despite that though, his wounded shoulder was willingly turned to her, but his face was held stubbornly the other way. Ivory could touch his shoulder, but he opposed his face being touched and so kept the scratches out of her view. His shoulder wound had begun to seep since he scratched it, but it was not too bad. Words: 909 Comments: Haha, he thinks she is kind and nice but he is trying to fight it and looking like an idiot. How sweet, bless! Lmao

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