Belonging

Sorry this is so bad, ehh.

It was especially cold this day, and Miro did not even try denying it. His paws sunk into the soft, white snow as he made his way into the woods, eerie silence filling the male's ears. Miro had grown thinner than his already slim form, and his long, lanky legs shook with each step. That didn't at all prevent the tenacious youth to travel south in this horrid weather, determined that some snow wouldn't stop him. Though winter wasn't Miro's thing, he had seen and experienced far worst before arriving in the new land. His breath came out a thick fog and in the silence, Miro's panting could be only heard. He had dashed half of the way, enjoying the snow and wind pressing against his tawny pelt, stopping only once to prevent himself from crossing the pack borders. Longing had especially filled the young male ever since he had arrived. It ate at his insides, twisting his stomach, and reminded him painfully of the past, him and his parents, the feeling of belonging. The light tawny male wished to belong. He wished to have somebody to talk to and play with, instead of wallowing alone. To have a home once more. This was his chance. Miro settled few paces behind a stream, now frozen over with winter's cool wrath. Silence filled the area and the young male sat upright, his bright amber alive with hope. Now it was a waiting game. A waiting game to be played out in the forest that was filled with silence - now, a hum could be heard. The young male didn't mind that the trees and snow kept him company.

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(This post was last modified: Dec 30, 2013, 10:55 PM by Miro.)

Miro Thought it would be more interesting to have them meet, than Triell can come in later?

When it gets cold outside

What tedious work it was trying to break trail again. The scent of Triell guided her, but he had not used this way very recently. Oh hell what else was she going to do? Patrolling borders weren't quite her thing, but keeping paths to them didn't seem like a bad way to pass the time. Lately, it seemed with the temperature dropping soon she wouldn't have to because there would be no new snow to remove. It was with an abrupt sigh she kept thrashing against the white. She had hoped to spy rabbit tracks, or even a mound where little mice had decided to hole up. There were only faint outlines of tiny bird feet, the ones crazy enough to remain. Arlette could not quite bring herself to attempt to hunt them.

The sun upward with its rays heating her back she continued her work, eventually reaching the boundaries of home. Waving her tail proudly, she admired her work. Now she would easily get back home, if only to find something to bring with her. Setting white jaw in a hard line she began searching for a hint of prey, with both nose, eyes, and at times pausing to use her ears. Her search took her to a nearby stream, long frozen from this winter. What she didn't expect was the light brown and gray wolf sitting beside it, down further from her path. Who was this? Pale yellow eyes narrowed. After telling Fenru to scram she didn't want to make another mistake so she wanted to be sure she really didn't know this fellow. Clearly, he was no Sceral or Serach. Neither Jessie, Cori, or Kisla. It was with a stiff tail cast down, she stalked forward never taking her eyes off him. The closer she became it was evident it had been awhile since he had had a good meal. "You...okay?" She called out, as she had stopped a good distance should he prove he was not friendly. She did not quite want to come tooth to tooth with anyone ever again.

I have no objections to that. I think that would be interesting too. :)

Turning his head so that he may look at source of the soft voice, his eyes landed onto a pure white female, who's coat was almost no different then the snow that surrounded them. Her scent and the scent of the pack drifted into his nose and immediately Miro bowed his head so that his muzzle touched the cold snow. Keeping his distance, he offered a friendly grin that stretched across his handsome features to show he meant no harm. It made him overjoyed at the thought, that though he barely knew the female, if he stuck to his plans and his hopes, that very female might be one of his friends soon enough. The young male was getting well ahead of himself, he knew, but he was an ambitious one. White snow was already gathering on his shoulders, and his amber eyes met the females. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d3d4d2;"> "Miro, my lady." He called out, voice chummy and easy-going, yet his body language submissive. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d3d4d2;"> "M'okay, m'am. I'm sure most looks like me by the time winter begins." His own eyes swept his thinning body built for speed, and chuckled light-heartily. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d3d4d2;"> "It was nice to lose the pounds." That was a lie, of course, and he was pretty sure anyone could say the same. Having a full belly was plenty better then shivering out in cold. Yet, having a full belly was not his intent to join the pack, and when the chance came he would make that quite clear. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d3d4d2;"> "May I ask of your name my lady?" He continued, his tongue running over the dark, black chapped lips, offering a smile to the dazzling white lady. His smile grew thinking he might have more friendly company soon. Soon.

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Miro

When it gets cold outside

The pale lady had never had anyone to bow their head to her, the action froze the movement of her body, and head turned this way and that if someone else was nearby. Facing him, a suitable grin was upon his cream muzzle, and perhaps it really did mean he was of the nice sort. Lettie could easily be doubtful, but knowing someone should find out she continued walking to shorten the gap between them.

The young man spoke, the female's shoulders loosened, and the tip of her tail gave a half beat wag.Maybe, they could be friends. Once upon a time she had thought the same as another young man who had greeted her much the same way. If to secure the past was not always repeated, she nodded her head in quiet reply, stopping in front of where he sat. He was covered in white, how long had he waited? She was listening to his answer. Whether it was his friendly face, the manner in which he spoke, or how he could laugh at himself he coaxed out a smile. Lettie knew all to well what it was like missing meals, and knew he had to be joking."This winter does seem worse than the one I have lived through here." Maybe, he was use to all miserable sorts. Closer, he did not seem as skinny as she had thought so maybe he hadn't been without a pack long.

Recalling she should do the polite thing, she reclined to her haunches, and simply answered with her first name. "Arlette." It seemed she should say something else, but didn't know what. She had a feeling maybe he was far better at carrying on conversations than she. Instead of hoping she did wonder why he was here. "You looking for someone, something?" She queried with a tilt to her white crown.

The lady seemed hesitant to come closer at first, but it seemed as if his easy-going demeanor had won her over. This winter does seem worse than the one I have lived through here. Oh he could agree. He hadn't been in this land for very long, having only arrived in fall, but the winter where he originally lived was nothing like that of here. The snow that fell in huge clumps had even disturbed his plans to move west, making the already treacherous journey across the mountain range almost impossible. As she came closer and sat in front of him, relaxing, he following suit, sitting up on his haunches - carefully and delicately as if he was dancing on a fine line of unacceptable and the latter. He took a mere few seconds to study the lady, but in a delitescent manner, in case the she could've taken it the wrong way. Arlette was her name. He liked the way the name felt on his tongue, soft and for a female who seemed as kind. He didn't know many Arlette's - none except this one actually - but oddly he knew that her name somehow fit. It was just the young male's habit in when he met new people he just had to contemplate whether their name seemed fitting to their stature, dimensions, and demeanor. It even had it's own three category scoring chart. In this case, Arlette received a 10 out of 15 and also Miro was still the odd little youngster who played mind games with himself. Absentmindedly, Miro noticed he was had already imprinted his paws into the snow, pressing them and making many paw prints, closing the distance between them. He looked back at Arlette, and smiled - partly just because he loved to smile and partly to apologize for what he had done. He was never one to be able to sit still, and his body was always moving whether it be his paws or tail or even ears. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d3d4d2;"> "Mmm. I'm looking to join the pack here. That is if they would accept me." The young male said softly, covering the mess in front of him by smoothing it over with snow. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d3d4d2;"> "Sorry." He finally apologized, bowing his head in a similar fashion when he had greeted her. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d3d4d2;"> "I could never sit still when I was younger and that still proves to be so to this day." Hopefully someday, he could finally be able to.

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(This post was last modified: Jan 03, 2014, 07:49 PM by Miro.)

When it gets cold outside

This being their first time meeting she did not think much of him taking her in, she had already glimpsed him from head to paw why wouldn't he do so in turn? Next to scent, sight was the next identifiable thing. No one could ever be sure how these meetings went. If it was important to hold onto names and faces. There were many she had likely let leave her memory never seeing the same one again. This man somehow felt it was important. It could have been his age that pushed away pieces of tension, Lettie always found it easier being around those the same year or younger. He was quiet, and she couldn't help but feel a single ear turn back. Had she said something wrong? Resolute in changing her ways of regret, and worry she kept her muzzle clamped. Miro ventured close she could feel her teeth grind, wondering if her judgement had been wrong all along.

The smile came back to the loner, and her tight muscles forced a weak tail wag. He wanted to join Oak Tree Bend he told her. It made sense why he should want to, at least in survival sense. Other than that, she didn't know if his request would become reality. The resent faces of the Bend apparently were already family, so how would they feel about another stranger. Mulling over these things, his sorry brought a faint smile to her own face as she came back to reality. "It's okay, I know the feeling." Sorta. Usually, she wanted to run away, but was slowly coming to turns that wasn't the way to deal with things. Shaking the snow from her head, she met gentle amber eyes thinking she would easily let him stay, but it was not her choice. "As for joining I can call for my leader to come meet you." The smile faded to nothing, and her voice in quiet added, "I don't......know how long it will take." Arlette suddenly changed the course of her sentence deciding she didn't want to kill his hope. Raising her head, in the first time in a long time a song of beckoning rang from her lips, hoping Triell or Corinna would hear it.

After it faded she collected a long breath of cold air, and turned to the brown and gray toned man. "So um..did you live in another pack before...or.." The question faded as she was more certain it might be more of a question from a leader than herself.

(This post was last modified: Jan 10, 2014, 03:37 AM by Arlette.)

hmm, my table is kinda iffy in the new board.

He'd always felt strange when he had tried to examine others in such a quiet fashion to had only been discovered and worst of all, they didn't mind. Miro felt her eyes bearing down on his, and without wanting the atmosphere to change, he scooted back just the slightest. He'd have these moments when he socialized with others where he would suddenly feel timid after a seemingly normal and even pleasurable conversation. It was maybe he had looked back on what he said and regretted it - the word choice to the tone or even to saying nothing at all. Now, he had regretted sounding too optimistic. In the bitter white cold, he was there waiting and to be honest, no optimism filled him. Only doubt.

The young tawny man doubted his whole self entirely. He shook his shoulders to remove the snow that blanketed his body, only after Arlette had done so as well. Dread filled his heart imagining the denial he might receive, but as he met his eyes with the lady's for only a second, a smile adorned his handsome features, completely wiping off any evidence that he was nervous. "I can wait. It would be rude of me to be so quick about it." Miro said quietly, almost too quietly to have matched the dazzling smile he wore.

The heart caged in his chest had begun to beat faster and faster, and a familiar drumming echoed in his ears. Any minute now, he felt certain that a titan-sized alpha would jump out of bushes and shred him with his razor-sharp teeth. He didn't have much experience with other packs - he stuck with his own, when he had one - and he really only knew the hierarchy and proper behavior. Down south, were he had once lived, his pack was the only once considered humane and every other one was almost unbelievable. Witnessing other loners attempt to join the big 'ol packs and barely explaining before they got jumped, made him fear being alone. Being in their position - hungry, skinny, and wanting to belong. Look where he was now.

Arlette's voice called him back to reality - the one he had a dreaded so much. But instead of what he expected to be a terrifying, serious question was replaced by a seemingly timid one. So um..did you live in another pack before...or.. It was such a simple question, it made him smile fondly, memories rushing through him. His parents images flickered in his head - his grandparents, siblings from other litters and him, the baby loved. It was almost his parents had driven the dark shadow of doubt from his dreams. "Aye, I had one. Full of my family though. And I was the baby, over-protected, raised with love and manners." Suddenly, he didn't seem so nervous.

(This post was last modified: Jan 16, 2014, 12:03 AM by Miro.)

The past may shape us, but we define who we are

The snow collected a top his heavy frame, and he thought to himself he must look a bit like a skunk with his black coat. He didn't seem to mind. It meant it was warm enough to even snow, and the wet, heavy stuff could be packed down. That was better than wading through the sugary powder of ice crystals any day. With his large paws he was doing just that; pounding down another trail along the borders of home. The coldness brought on another sort of trouble. It could freeze their water supply. Lately the snow was keeping the creek insulated, he had a feeling he should wander over that way just to be certain.

A quiet rhythm, quiet thoughts he was not far from his course when a lady's howl called for him. He had not heard it before, but there was something to the tune. Dark ears leaning forward it must be Arlette. It wasn't quite clear what she needed, but with no direct urgency he decided maybe she had simply found something she wished to share. Picking up his pace to a bit of a lope, he swiftly sought out the pale wolf, a little curious what he would find. She rarely said a lot, least to him.

Winding through the trees, when his nose picked up her scent it was much easier to decide what path she had taken. Then on the wind he noticed that of a male wolf. So this was why he was needed. Collecting himself, he raised his tail, and tip of his nose before stiffly walking out into open ground. There was nothing burning in his orange-yellow gaze, but it was a steady stare when he looked to the young fellow, and back to Arlette. He had not known what they were talking about, but he waited for an explanation before adding any of his own words.

eep I'm sorry.

When it gets cold outside

The white lady noticed how he had decidedly to scoot back, because Lettie always paid attention to the little things. Why, there may have been a raise to her brow, what he was worried about, she hated to try to pick apart his cover. There was no way she could know why he did what he had, or who he really was. What thoughts ran through his head be it doubts, fears, a sort of double guessing she did herself. If she did assume for any reason why he had moved, she would have guessed he was trying to polite again and leave it at that. Despite how he might have suddenly felt little hope, she did not see it nor sense it. Miro's smile never was gone too long. In hushed words maybe then she could have seen the doubt, fear, but she shrugged. "It may take them awhile, I'm not sure where they would be." It wasn't like he nor she was demanding them to come here this very second. Whether he joined or not, his presence needed to be addressed sooner or later. Lettie was far comfortable sitting here waiting. She knew dragging someone into pack territory simply wasn't the way to do things even here in Oak Tree Bend.

So far he didn't seem to care she had asked that specific question. The lines of her smile smoothed, triangle ears drawn to his voice. It seemed he was about to share a story the way he began. It wasn't much of a history, she felt there must be remembrance in those words. She was a little surprise he should admit to be the baby of the family. Again, what did she know about him? It was evident something must have happened why he wasn't with his family, maybe he was tired of being the protected baby. Carefully, shifting her weight, she took a few seconds to swift through her words. It was hard not to think of her own family, and the new one she was becoming part of. "Is the winter keeping you from them too?" The question slowly slipped in almost the same quiet voice he had used. There was something vulnerable to her tone.

Noise coming behind her, Lettie rose, and could see the dark shadow coming their way. By the white patch she knew it was Triell, and seemed to instantly hunch downward. He didn't scare her per say, but she was afraid of doing something wrong she was overreacting at the sight of him. When he stopped she made a point to try to stand a little more casually while keeping a respectful frame. He didn't say anything at first, and she found this a bit odd. Bright eyes fell to her, pale eyes darted to the loner. "This is Miro, he's hoping to join." Then she left it up to Miro himself to add anything, as she didn't want to affect his chances.

no, I'm sorry! I take forever to come up with replies anyway, hehe. luckily, i saw your post before replying back. :) just adjusted a few things.

The cold had been difficult to travel through, true, but the hardest part of what Miro wished to accomplish was not the slightest over. And when he had caught glimpse of the undeniable smoky alpha figure, he suddenly wished time could be wound back when he has been playing in the snow hours ago. Yet, no trace of nervousness shown on Miro's face but instead his nostalgic smile faded, and the gears in his brain begun to spin, the loud noise of thinking hurting his head.

Within, a few seconds after the new arrival registered, Miro assumed the submissive position - tail tucked low, ears flat against his skull, and body lower overall. Only the dumbest loner couldn't have picked up the obvious air of a pack leader. It was something Miro had felt first-hand around his parents. Though, he had spend many many hours with them, once they assumed the head of the pack they had never felt so distant and unfamiliar.

Miro felt a sudden rush of regret that he had no more than bowed his head to the white lady and though she was most likely of a lower ranking, it was still rude. He thought it made seem almost as if was sucking up to the leader; that was no where near of what he wanted Arlette to think of him. A mental agreement in the man's head was made - he would apologize if he ever got through this.

The silence that shrouded them suddenly became apparent after a few more seconds, as the winter wind tickled his tawny pelt. Luckily, the alpha's eyes seemed to hold no hostility; a sign that Miro was a not seen as a horrible figure. Good. Because I'm not. His heart was practically banging against his chest for he knew that his choice of words now decided his fate. There was a glimmer of hope, though because the lad was always an eloquent speaker.

"I go by the name of Miro Trevelyan, sir. I seek a place within your pack, if you would accept me." Miro threw an apologetic glance at the white lady for leaving her question unanswered; the sudden arrival surprised him. The young vagabond was known by his family as a figure of mischief and an avid user of his silver tongue, but there was nothing short of the sincerity he conveyed in his tone. Every ounce of Miro wished that the leader would pick that up. Maybe, just maybe.

(This post was last modified: Jan 28, 2014, 02:58 AM by Miro.)