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your past times consisted of the strange - Quick - Aug 10, 2014

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The summer air was ripe with the chatter of birds feasting on the stubby trees' red fruit, but their wild squawking fell on deaf ears. Quicksilver was not interested in what they had to say - nor was she interested in stepping in any bitten up cherries - and thus kept her distance from the thick of the orchard and found a seat in the shade on the outskirts. On any other day she wouldn't be anywhere near here. Of course, this wasn't any other day.


The Ghastly Woods had changed as of late and Quick, who was not fond of change, needed to venture beyond the thick, gnarled branches. In recent times the Keep was more empty than usual. It felt as though half her pack mates were missing. And perhaps they were. Quick hadn't made friends of them, anyway... with one dark exception. The arctic female avoided thinking about him, too, recalling how jarring it was to feel in waves when he'd been around. No, she much preferred having no friends. Truth be told it was a good way to live for the icy female. She'd gotten the pack benefit without the pack camaraderie and it had been so easy to live her life in solitude without starvation. But wasn't there some stupid saying that all good things had to end? It didn't seem so stupid now.


Etched into her white features was a permanent frown. She looked out of place: a winter wolf, hiding underneath the trees in such a sweet-smelling grove. Quick began to wonder if she had actually felt out of place all along. It seemed the choices she made were never quite what she thought they were in the beginning. Silver eyes trained to the grass she sat in silent contemplation, half-hoping a spit of destiny might come along.


. quicksilver

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RE: your past times consisted of the strange - Laurel - Aug 11, 2014

Her nose to the ground, Laurel found herself in a mine field of fragrant cherries. Half-eaten cherries, squooshed up cherries- perfectly good cherries too. She chanced a taste of one, and while to sweet juice was pleasurable, the pit scraping along her canines was not. With a wince, she spit it out. Then, when another cherry happened to fall on her masked forehead, she looked up- there were dozens of birds, in perhaps just as many trees. She even saw a couple of nests. Making a mental note to check if any prey liked to snack in the orchard, Laurel swept her grey eyes around to find another wolf sitting in the shade. Ah! A chance to talk to someone who lives here. The orchard certainly didn't smell like it was claimed territory, so Laurel assumed it wasn't- therefore meaning that she wasn't wrong in approaching a new conversation.

The dark lady opened her maw to shout hello, but her greeting ended up being a strangled yelp as her paws found that cherry seeds were also not very pleasurable to step on. I had better just make my way over- ack! Picking her way carefully- and trying to make as little pained noise as possible- Laurel came closer to notice this stranger was a pure white, as well as upset.

Hopefully I won't make her even more so. Keeping a relaxed body posture- even though her toes were stinging- she came close to the other wolf, but still a good distance away. Laurel didn't know what sort of rank the other might have, so she certainly didn't want to seem disrespectful.

"Hello," she hailed, smiling unthreateningly, "How are you?"