Secluded Spring You don't know me

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Shadowstorm was frustrated. None of the Copper Rock Creek wolves understood what she was going through. Not Ruiko, nor Nina nor Kashi or Sloane. Her life wasn't all daisies and fat hares. No, it was a life of abuse and horro led to a bi-polar wolf with issues. Only two wolves in all of Relic Lore understood her. Follko of Grizzly Hollow, her only friend here. Shade, her brother whom had lived through the horror she'd gone through. Kashi was the one who didn't understand. Nina had forgiven her behavior, still yet to trust the fae Nina had yet. But Kashiko was the one who most of all did not understadn what she went through. She'd told Nina. Kashi did not yet have the chance to hear her words.

She distinctly remembered her words to Follko. "My tale isn't heroic, or nice as your history I'm sure. But I'll tell you anyways since you're my friend. I was born to adestinct pair of Lone Wolves that to be honest. Hated other wolves. My brother Shade and I started training to survive in a place far from Relic Lore called Death Pine Forest. The first lesson my father taught us, even though I now, after seeing the strength of packs, was Packs are weak, bottomfeeding losers that couldn't take care of themselves, so they hung together and shared food. He specifically told us never to join a pack, or we would taint our blood line. MY brother tried to object as he was the more reasonable one, my father beat him. I tried to get him to stop, he beat me. My father was a cruel, mean steel wall. Whenever I did something wrong, he beat me as a punishment. My mother eventually stepped in, conquering her fear of my father. She was too beaten. It got worse. During my final 'test' , a hunting assignment before I was to go off an live my life. My mother and fahter were attacked by a group of two or three lone wolves. Out of fright, I ran for his life. I thought all my family to be dead. My grandparents gone. My father was an only child, same as my mum as far as I know, I thought my brother Shade was in dead. But truth is he joined a pack called Willow Ridge. Odd, after all these years, he went against my father's teachings. By the end of our lessons. He was set on the goal of never being in a pack ever." He was the only one who she trusted to tell her history.

(This post was last modified: Aug 23, 2012, 06:23 AM by Shadowstorm.)

~ραяαησια ιѕ α tнєσяу, ι'м ησt ραяαησι∂, ι'м ιηѕαηє~

Kashikoi had been following the strange female. He could never be too cautious, now a days it seemed. Being in a kind pack was making him too careless he had to remember the past. His past was not a kind one but he had no proof of it. His scars had faded away but the memories remained. His memories were his burden and his alone, no matter how many times they froze him in place and glazed his eyes over. He knew that it was only right to give this wolf another chance and try to meet her on more common ground. steeling himself he walked out of the cover of the trees and walked up to her. Ruiko may of accepted her and he agreed with his decision but he wanted to make sure another incident happened. He took a deep breath before talking in a calm voice, <b>"How are you settling in with the pack? I apologize for giving you a hard time but it was called for and you were acting in a terrible way."</b> He knew he had to be careful with his words for what he said to day could have a big effect in the morrow.

With death comes life and with life comes hope.

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"How are you settling in with the pack? I apologize for giving you a hard time but it was called for and you were acting in a terrible way." Shadowstorm turned to the voice to find the male second of Coppper Rock Creek addressing her. She'd learned to standard respect protocol and bowed a bit as she would to a higher rank. "It's been good I guess, but what for do you have to apologize for? I was the one acting like a snobby brat. Although this may not make sense to anyone. I cannot help it. I'm bi-polar." She said calmly back, her eyes steadily gazing at Kashiko.

"Also, there was many things bothering my mind that day. I was acting weird. So I put up a steel wall on other wolves. I apologize. Nina has given me a very important lesson. Trust is not given, it is earned. I'm not sure if you'd take this as a compliment or an insult. But Nina, Slaone as well as yourself, you all deserve everyones trust. You helped me when I was rude and mean. You have most definately earned my trust." Her eyes in a torrent. She had a lot on her mind today.

~ραяαησια ιѕ α tнєσяу, ι'м ησt ραяαησι∂, ι'м ιηѕαηє~

The young wolf listened to what she had said about the bi polar but he never heard of it so couldn't think of an herb to help. He assumed that bi polar meant she had two personalities as he thought back to how she acted the day when they had first met. <i>"Trust is not given, it is earned"</i> that was Nina with her ageless wisdom once again. The young wolf fixed his own almost blank stare on her eyes. It was said that the eyes were windows to the soul and this wolf's eyes held as much pain as almost his own. "Let me tell you a short story about a young wolf puppy. This pup was in a brutal pack where strength was valued above all, the pup was scarred and attacked every day. His only comfort came from his mother, it hurt the small runt to see his mother to get punished for caring for him and so he left at the age of one. He wondered through the land and met few lone wolves. By the time he found a pack in the middle of winter he was a shriveled miserable thing still haunted by his past and yet they let him in. That wolf was me." He hoped by telling his story he would gain this wolf's trust.
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Shadowstorm listened to the story. "Let me tell you a short story about a young wolf puppy. This pup was in a brutal pack where strength was valued above all, the pup was scarred and attacked every day. His only comfort came from his mother, it hurt the small runt to see his mother to get punished for caring for him and so he left at the age of one. He wondered through the land and met few lone wolves. By the time he found a pack in the middle of winter he was a shriveled miserable thing still haunted by his past and yet they let him in. That wolf was me." It was an emotion story. Not like hers thought.

"Let me tell you a story now then. It's not pleasnt, or kind, just a heads up. I was born to a destinct pair of Lone Wolves that to be honest. Hated other wolves. My brother Shade and I started training to survive in a place far from Relic Lore called Death Pine Forest. The first lesson my father taught us, even though I now, after seeing the strength of packs, was Packs are weak, bottomfeeding losers that couldn't take care of themselves, so they hung together and shared food. He specifically told us never to join a pack, or we would taint our blood line. My brother tried to object as he was the more reasonable one, my father beat him. I tried to get him to stop, he beat me. My father was a cruel, mean steel wall. Whenever I did something wrong, he beat me as a punishment. My mother eventually stepped in, conquering her fear of my father. She was too beaten. It got worse. During my final 'test', a hunting assignment before I was to go off an live my life. My mother and father were attacked by a group of two or three lone wolves. Out of fright, I ran for my life. I thought all my family to be dead. My grandparents gone. My father was an only child, same as my mum as far as I know, I thought my brother Shade was in dead. But truth is he joined a pack called Willow Ridge. Odd, after all these years, he went against my father's teachings. By the end of our lessons. He was set on the goal of never being in a pack ever. "

(This post was last modified: Aug 29, 2012, 07:07 PM by Shadowstorm.)

~ραяαησια ιѕ α tнєσяу, ι'м ησt ραяαησι∂, ι'м ιηѕαηє~

My oh my her family seemed like a pack-less version of his old pack and family. Brutal and careless about feelings because strength meant everything. He scratched his ear a little as he listened respectfully to the story. There was a million and one solutions to a problem, he just had to find the right one that would get to her. "Now listen here I may seem young but I have had just about as close as a relationship with death possible, I am still haunted by my past to the point of not being able to move." He fixed his eyes on her to keep her attention. "It is sometimes best to forget your past and start a new, forget you father and move on live your own life." With that he began to walk away with a sway in his tail.

With death comes life and with life comes hope.

<i>"Now listen here I may seem young but I have had just about as close as a relationship with death possible, I am still haunted by my past to the point of not being able to move. It is sometimes best to forget your past and start a new, forget you father and move on live your own life."</i> Shadow had a sorrowful look on her face. <b>"I knew you wouldn't understand so why do I even try."</b> She sighed, padding in the other direction, towards the border. She was obviously not welcomed here, she'd leave, now, today.

She sniffed around a bit, making sure she wasn't followed, her fur f\ruffling slightly in the breeze. she remembered back, to that moment in Cedarwood Forest. <i>"My tale isn't heroic, or nice as your history I'm sure. But I'll tell you anyways since you're my friend. I was born to adestinct pair of Lone Wolves that to be honest. Hated other wolves. My brother Shade and I started training to survive in a place far from Relic Lore called Death Pine Forest. The first lesson my father taught us, even though I now, after seeing the strength of packs, was Packs are weak, bottomfeeding losers that couldn't take care of themselves, so they hung together and shared food. He specifically told us never to join a pack, or we would taint our blood line. MY brother tried to object as he was the more reasonable one, my father beat him. I tried to get him to stop, he beat me. My father was a cruel, mean steel wall. Whenever I did something wrong, he beat me as a punishment. My mother eventually stepped in, conquering her fear of my father. She was too beaten. It got worse. During my final 'test' , a hunting assignment before I was to go off an live my life. My mother and fahter were attacked by a group of two or three lone wolves. Out of fright, I ran for his life. I thought all my family to be dead. My grandparents gone. My father was an only child, same as my mum as far as I know, I thought my brother Shade was in dead. But truth is he joined a pack called Willow Ridge. Odd, after all these years, he went against my father's teachings. By the end of our lessons. He was set on the goal of never being in a pack ever."</i>
(OOC: I know that its a short thread, so no points, but I honestly need to lower the amount of threads Shadow has)

~ραяαησια ιѕ α tнєσяу, ι'м ησt ραяαησι∂, ι'м ιηѕαηє~