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life doesn't discriminate - Castel - Jan 22, 2017 @Icicle I took the liberty of cooking something up for us :3 Hope Kettle Pot Pond was good! (Also I'd prefer if this was backdated to 1/20/17, if that's okay with you!) Set at the cusp of dusk and night.
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[/dohtml] RE: life doesn't discriminate - Icicle - Jan 22, 2017 [dohtml] The colorless albino stepped out of the trees with a quiet sigh, the sun was setting, the burning that the wolf’s sensitive eyes had to deal with was gone, he could see now, the cool air, the last few streaks of golden rays sinking behind the mountains. It was a good night for a simple stroll. Stepping lightly through the landscape, the gaunt looking wraith trudged off toward the nearby pond, a quiet place where he could relax and belone before his night hunting started. There was still a few things the wolf needed to work out, socializing with his pack more was one of them, a soft sigh escaping as the antisocial behaviour that had once saved the constantly ridiculed and bullied wolf was now detrimental to his relations with what he considered to be family. The quiet trek though proved to be more than a lonesome expedition, the scent of an unknown wolf carried across the wind, followed by a voice seeped in frustration. Icicle paused as he caught the last few words, words that he had said himself, long ago, when he had been little more than a year old, curled up among the roots of a tree and crying himself to sleep, drowning in confusion and frustration wo why life had dealt him such a cruel fate. I can’t let another suffer it… he thought quietly, he had faced years of abuse, loneliness, ridicule, judgement and cruelty after cruelty, the first thing someone felt was utter helplessness, he refused to allow another to suffer alone. Changing course, now following the scent, eventually, the massive albino sat his light pink gaze upon the young wolf. More memories and pain welling up, a wolf so young, she didn’t deserve it. His maw opened, not to give a warm greeting, but acknowledgment, let her see the gaunt and sickly looking wolf behind her, let her see the colorless fur and odd colored eyes, let her see that someone else whom life has tried to strike down, a fellow being who had faced rejection and cruelty because of something they couldn’t control “You made it this far.” RE: life doesn't discriminate - Castel - Jan 22, 2017 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] RE: life doesn't discriminate - Icicle - Jan 23, 2017 The white wolf listened quietly as she tried to deny the blatant fact that she had been crying. Though quickly that sadness seemed to dissolve into humor. A soft chuckle escaped the Rye wolf at her words. So that’s how she copes, making the others around her smile.” It was a rare gift, still unsure what fate had decided to plague the young female with, but he was able to tell it was bad enough to bring endless frustration to her, being able to smile and laugh in the face of it...something he hadn’t been able to to. Icicle had chosen the route of loneliness instead. Her compliment nor name hadn’t gone unnoticed either. “Thank you.” He said quietly, his voice was a soft, but higher pitch than one might expect from one of his bulk and size. “I want to say I admire your eyes too, but it’s deeper than that, there’s a fire burning inside of them Castel, the world will do everything it can to extinguish that, don’t let them, let yourself burn brighter with every hurt that you face.” Icicle wanted her to know, no matter what she faced, she’d be stronger in the end {b} “I’m Icicle.” RE: life doesn't discriminate - Castel - Jan 23, 2017 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Jan 23, 2017 A lynx has left behind the remains of a deer. +5 Health RE: life doesn't discriminate - Icicle - Feb 02, 2017 Icicle listened quietly to the small wolf’s words, she was unaware of just how much they had struck him. It was true, so often people would only be concerned about themselves or friends and family, but never even see the complete strangers that are hurting below a mask of smiling faces. A slight growl escaped the colorless momentarily as he nodded “It’s happened for too long.” wa sall he said, pausing as she continued to speak. She met Askan, great. “Sorry if he came across as grouchy, it’s just how he is.” Icicle said quietly, the hint of another smile on the corners of his lips. Askan was a good wolf at heart, just prickly around the edges, like a porcupine. His ears perked when Castel revealed the true reasons for her coming this way, she wanted to join their pack, “I’m sure Drestig and Jessie will let you in, they let me in after all and I wa sin a much worse condition than you appear to be.” Drestig was a big softy at heart, and if she could win him over, she Icicle knew that Jessie would give in too, something he hoped for anyways. RE: life doesn't discriminate - Castel - Feb 02, 2017 [dohtml] She tipped her head in confusion and a bit of concern when he growled, but didn't take a step back. She felt like she could trust this man, but she wouldn't have been scared even if she couldn't. She just wasn't the type to get scared of a little growl that wasn't even directed at her, even though she knew that there were definitely wolves who would. Instead of responding to his simple statement, and instead laughed when he mentioned Askan being grouchy. "Hey, it's fine. I liked him, actually," she assured, her silver-flecked tail waving in remembrance of the dark man. She'd have to catch up with him after joining Wild Rye Fields. Speaking of... "I don't know if they'll let me in or not," she said carefully, her blue eyes meeting his reddish ones. "It's fine if they don't - I wouldn't blame them." She didn't know how he'd react to the truth about her condition, so she decided not to say anything. Only the alphas would need to know about that. "If you think they'd be okay with it, I might try," she told him, casting her gaze to the side. "What's the worst that could happen, right?" |