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sing a song of winter - Belladonna - Nov 24, 2012
A faint frown creased her brow as Bella gazed out over the lake. It was snowing, but much less heavily than it had been a few hours before. She had watched it fall, entranced, and crawled to the lake's edge to see what happened when it fell upon the water's surface. When the tiny white flakes had vanished, she had wondered why, for the water felt freezing cold enough to her. Why did it not fall on the lake quite as it did the ground, and make it all white? She had held out her tongue and caught the flakes and tasted them as they melted, but she thought it a poor experiment. Her mouth was far warmer than the lake, and previous tests had shown that the snow did not stand up well against heat. Once, she had spent minutes breathing on a fresh patch of snow, and had been amazed by the small shimmering dent that formed after the top layers melted.
So why did the lake resist? There was a thin layer of ice at the very edge of the water, extending a few feeble centimeters into the lake, which she had prodded at and broken with ease. They certainly seemed cold. Was it because of the snow? Maybe if it got colder and the snow fell harder...
Deep in thought, Bella continued to sit and stare, the snow falling gently around her.
sing a song of winter - Kamota - Nov 25, 2012
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Kamota was hunting around, silently he was creeping up on a mouse when the small flakes of snow started to fall down. Another thing though, he smelled wolf. Smelled young, like a pup, more importantly a Poison Path pup. He looked around for the female he scented and came across young Bella. "Hello there little one. Enjoying the snow and ice?" He asked, he liked snow, though he knew that now prey was more important then ever. He went up next to Bella and sat down. "If I were you, I wouldn't walk on the lake. It's dangerous."
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Kamota was hunting around, silently he was creeping up on a mouse when the small flakes of snow started to fall down. Another thing though, he smelled wolf. Smelled young, like a pup, more importantly a Poison Path pup. He looked around for the female he scented and came across young Bella. "Hello there little one. Enjoying the snow and ice?" He asked, he liked snow, though he knew that now prey was more important then ever. He went up next to Bella and sat down. "If I were you, I wouldn't walk on the lake. It's dangerous."
Kamota grinned and let his tongue hang out as the small little white flakes fell onto it. As they melted, he laughed kindly. He wondered if this was Bella's first experience with snow and ice. She seemed fascinated with it. Kamota wasn't sure if it had snowed here before he arrived. He wondered back to his family. If Tenzin was in the Wildwood, did that mean Namara, his partner in crime and one of Kamota's tormentors was near-by. He then wondered if it was true. If his mum and dad really were dead. He knew he'd shunned the name Laylani. But he still was looking for a name to fill it's place. Without a last name, he felt empty, like he had no past. To say the truth, sometimes he wished he didn't have a past.
sing a song of winter - Belladonna - Nov 30, 2012
Engrossed in her thoughts, Bella barely noticed Kamota's arrival until he greeted her, to which he was greeted in turn by a surprised "Oh!" and a startled turn of her head. The shock melted from her expression immediately upon recognising him, though, and she smiled easily at him, her tail wagging once against the snowy ground in greeting.
She nodded enthusiastically at his question, but it was his warning which sparked her curiosity the most. Walk on it?! So maybe... She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he stuck his tongue out, mimicking her own action from earlier (which made her smile to herself - adults could be silly too), enjoying his laughter. Such merriment was exactly what this weather should bring out in anyone.
Politely she looked at him, eyes alight, though she did not want to disturb his play. "What do you mean, walk on it? You can't walk on water... could it all turn to ice, like the littler puddles do?"
sing a song of winter - Kamota - Dec 13, 2012
Kamota sighed slightly amused by the smartness of the young women. "Yes, the lake will turn to ice, eventually strong enough to support us wolves. But it is too dangerous now, probably will be too dangerous all winter this year. It seemed colder on the Rockies." He said, an adiaphorous moment right there as he had a lost and content look on his face. He nearly laughed as the snow fell onto his muzzle and around him. He grew up around constant snow, this was nothing. It was fun and he was use to hard and harsh times. It's how he was raised.
He could get along just fine with Belladonna, she was spirited and fun to be around. these traits would make her a valuable pack member and when she was older, her advice would no doubt come from the heart. fr now, he focused in on the snowflakes, sticking his tongue out again, he got an idea as more flakes fell. He went and tried to flick snow around, but failed, his claws were blunt from the mountains. He looked at Bella, did she have any ideas?
The aged youth {yearlings} seemed to have the most ideas now a days. It made him pray to the heavens for the fate f the older generations. the youth would eventually rule over the older, but not in wisdom. Bella and her siblings were the future. She would not stop to grow, maybe she'd follow in Athena's footsteps someday. Kamota just kept smiling.
RE: sing a song of winter - Belladonna - Jan 06, 2013
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Bella stared at him, openly awed. So simply stated, such golden knowledge - the mere notion that it could all turn to ice was fantastic, and it filled her head with glorious notions. Of course she had dreamed of walking on the lake, who didn't? Water was beautiful and bizarre and to think that the entire mass of it could change from how it was to hard, hard enough to take her weight... she was filled with a sudden impatience. She wanted it to freeze now, so she could experience it! Alas, common sense dictated otherwise; if the smaller puddles took time to freeze, then such a large body of water would take much longer.
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Fortunately, patience was something that Bella could do. She wasn't exactly sure how long winter was supposed to last, but she could wait for that morning when she woke up to find her lake with a new sugar coating.
His very last sentence did not go ignored, either, but it took Bella several moments to overcome the exciting prospects ahead of her. She thought little of it when Kamota stepped aside to play in the snow for a time, and spent it gazing out on her lake, trying to imagine what it would look like. When she heard that Kamota had stopped frolicking for a moment, she glanced back at him, and 'hmmm'ed a low chuckle of amusement at his snow-flecked appearance. She liked it when adults played, but her mind was not on play right now. "The Rockies? Where is that? Is that where you are from?"
RE: sing a song of winter - Kamota - Jan 07, 2013
Kamota let a small chuckle out, where was the rockies? He hadn't been there in so long. "The Rockies are far, far from here. I was born there, raised there before I ran away in the middle of the night as a foolish yearling. But even running away made me stronger. Of course that was under different circumstances then now." He explained, assuming this little pup could grasp and learn from what he'd been mistaken on. So little Bella could learn from his mistakes. "You have it nice here Belladonna." He told her, though he knew he had it a bit worse here. Ash and Athena both breathing down his back as to prove he wasn't mistaken. It was still a hell of a lot better then his old life.
He looked out to the lake, the majesty of it all made him want to cry, it was beautiful. He wished that he had been born here, that he had lived here all his life with no conflict. Perhaps things would have been better with his siblings if they had lived here. Perhaps it wouldn't have been a cruel life to live in a pack, to have been born in a pack. But he would never know if it was good or bad, he was born a lone wolf. For most of his life he was a lone wolf, but it was time to right his wrongs. He'd stay here until the day he died. He was a poisoned wolf.