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which to bury, us or the hatchet? - Kite - Dec 14, 2015 Migrating geese are making quite the racket. (Jena) Open! 11/29 nighttime
[dohtml] [/dohtml] RE: which to bury, us or the hatchet? - Lachesis - Dec 15, 2015 SORRY I TOOK SO LONG <3 [dohtml] Lachesis didn’t sleep. When—or if—he did, it was usually during the day, preferably just after dawn so he wouldn’t miss the sunrise. There were a few occasional nights where he was able to get some kind of sleep, but it was rare. Instead, he preferred to patrol the territory and search for plants, as per usual. Although Karpos had taken the healer’s position as leader during Maksim’s healing process, the ghost still felt immensely responsible for the well-being of the pack. He had been Mak’s right-pa, preferably just after dawn so he wouldn’t miss the sunrise. There were a few occasional nights where he was able to get some kind of sleep, but it was rare. Instead, he preferred to patrol the territory and search for plants, as per usual. Although Karpos had taken the healer’s position as leader during Maksim’s healing process, the ghost still felt immensely responsible for the well-being of the pack. While his nephew rested, he figured that he might as well check the borders for wanderers or rivals while sleep evaded him. The stirring of another was what caught Lachesis’ attention, the noise disrupting the peacefulness that the silence of the night offered. A frown creased his lips as the sound, but he did not hesitant any further. Instead, he chased after the noise, his bright eyes hardened as he weaved expertly through the territory. He moved quietly at a reasonable pace—he wasn’t in a hurry to see what the sound belonged to, but he also did not want to give it ample time to get away. Whatever the noise was, it was moving—following something. Perplexed, he increased his pace in order to catch up with what was ahead. The scent that accompanied the wolf smelt of Hearthwood, but it was not someone he had been formally introduced to yet. He had detected the female around camp, but paid little attention to it. Although XIX was Mak’s second and the pack’s healer, he still preferred to keep to himself—especially after the disappearance of both Anastasia and Bastet… again. A lump formed in his throat at the thought, but he quickly swallowed as he pushed forward, decreasing the distance between himself and the female ahead. Without warning the girl ahead ceased her movements, causing the ghost to quickly (and clumsily) follow suit. He kept a respectable distance between them, his chartreuse gaze soft as he studied her warm features. Words remained pushed to the bottom of his throat as he quietly observed her and grew steadily unsure of how to announce himself. RE: which to bury, us or the hatchet? - Kite - Dec 15, 2015 [dohtml] [/dohtml] RE: which to bury, us or the hatchet? - Lachesis - Dec 16, 2015 [dohtml] Lachesis truly despised being the first to start a conversation. Like most healers, the ghost preferred to keep to himself and drown himself in his work. It was important to maintain a good relationship with his packmates, however, as he wanted them to be able to seek him out when they needed help. His position in the pack also helped strengthen the relationships he had formed with the other River wolves. As the packs second he was often the gateway between Maksim and the pack, which made him one of the most trusted wolves in their tightknit family. His loner tendencies were still strong but remained subdued—right now, this was where he belonged. As long as Maksim was the leader and Lachesis his second, he would have a home along the riverside. Choking back a frown and forcing a neutral expression onto his maw, the green-eyed male observed the tawny figure before him. “You’re the newbie, right?” He asked even though he already knew the answer. It was an awful attempt at starting a conversation with the girl, but it was something—which, ultimately, was better than nothing. “Trouble sleeping?” Another question rolled off his tongue as his head lolled to one side, his brows narrowing slightly as his gaze remained unwavering. Something had drawn the girl out here… until she had realized that he was within her proximity, she had worn a dazed expression, as though she was lost deep inside her thoughts. While curious, he did not want to pry—it wasn’t his place. This was their first time getting properly acquainted, and the ghost didn’t want to hound her with a bunch of unnecessary questions. RE: which to bury, us or the hatchet? - Kite - Dec 16, 2015 [dohtml] [/dohtml] RE: which to bury, us or the hatchet? - Lachesis - Dec 20, 2015 [dohtml] There was something a little off about the tawny female standing before him, but the ghost did not want to dabble in something that was none of his business. Regardless of the pack tying them together, they were still strangers. Her personal life was none of his business unless it affected the well-being of the pack. If he was worried that she was a threat to the pack then he would meddle—until then, he would merely observe. Perhaps, eventually, he would pry because XIX liked being nosey. It was one of his best qualities. “Thinking too much is never good,” he responded with a soft roll of his shoulders and a playful smirk resting on his dark lips. “Thinking less always works for me. Even better—not thinking at all,” he added with a quick wink before composing himself, his chartreuse gaze focused on the hazel-eyed girl as she introduced herself. “Lachesis, Nineteen, PlantMan. Whatever works for you.” The ghost still gave out both of his names as he did not have a preference for either one. He had been given both as a pup and would continue to respond to both until he died. They were both a piece of his identity; there was no reason to favour one any less. The only time he gave out one name—which was always his assigned name/number, Nineteen—was when he encountered someone he did not trust, or did not care to encounter again. RE: which to bury, us or the hatchet? - Kite - Dec 21, 2015 [dohtml] [/dohtml] RE: which to bury, us or the hatchet? - Lachesis - Dec 28, 2015 [dohtml]
Sweeping away his thoughts with a soft wag of his tail, the boy refocused his attention on the songbird before him. ”Anytime you don't want to think, come see me—doctor’s orders. I’l help you out.” All she needed was a distraction, which he happened to be exceptionally good at (sometimes). It didn’t take long for the songbird to realize that he was the medic of the pack, to which he nodded softly in acknowledgement. It was by no means a glamorous role within the pack, but it worked for him and it was something he excelled at. XIX preferred being on his own, and being the pack’s healer meant that he was often without company unless he was dealing with a patient, or his apprentice. Her voice rang out once more, this time she was asking him for medical help… a least, that’s what he thought she was asking for. Confused, his lips tightened and his head cocked slightly to one side as he studied her. Nothing seemed wrong with her… he didn’t detect any sickness on her or an injury… maybe an internal injury? Most importantly—why hadn’t she sought him out sooner if something was wrong?! His lips turned to form a soft frown as he remained silent for a moment; he couldn’t stop himself from analyzing her… nothing seemed wrong… ”I always have time for patients,” he started softly, dismissing the comment about his current patient. Luckily Maksim was doing much better now and making incredible progress—it wouldn’t be long before he took his rightful place at the throne once more. ”Is there something wrong?” He asked with concern weighing his words down as his expression grew more serious. |