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[P] Never Be The Same
#1
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Her forever wanderings brought her back to Silver Falls. How many times had she been here before? She'd lost count really but she could remember just a few weeks ago when she'd met Mars. An interesting gal that she couldn't say that she disliked. That's what she was starting to find nowadays, wolves that she could actually tolerate. Some she even... liked. Like the slim, chocolate-colored male she'd met the other day. Ah, that had been a good day where she'd actually managed to eat her fill this bitter winter. Not only that but she had found a perfect hunting partner, that was no easy feat.

Where was he now? Still surviving? No doubt. He was young but with skills like that... he would prosper.

Her head shook and she forced her thoughts onto other matters like the trail of the hare she'd been following. It took her across forest and snow-covered clearing to finally the frozen. It still lay just out of her sight but she would get it eventually if she kept going. Perhaps it knew she was behind it and lead her on a wild goose chase or maybe something else had finally caught up to it.

Shit happened but until she got confirmation one way or the other she would keep going, nose to the ground as she followed like a hound on the hunt.


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"I Speak!"
I Think...


Wolf by Kati H. | Butterfly by madetobeunique
Textures by Javajunkie247
Table by Plymouth
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#2
Unlucky was the perfect word to describe the situation that the man was in. His siblings were nowhere to be found as far as he knew. There was no sign nor tail of either of them. It was highly unlikely they were just passing by one another in a never-ending dance, tip-toeing around. The Yashines were a close-knit family and it was becoming more and more apparent that he was alone. Was he really the only Yashine left? The thought made the male go cold. Having family meant you were never truly alone. Even when he was alone he didn’t feel the hollowness that true loneliness brought on. He had always had his siblings: Lyllo, Vinae, Izaral. Only spring would tell if he would be truly alone or not. The chocolate coated man had heard stories of others in the same predicament as he was in. Their only hope was that spring was around the corner and it’d ‘wash’ away at this horrid winter. Never in his life - although he hadn’t been alive for very long - had he heard of even a tale of a winter this horrid, magnificent in its’ merciless peril. At least the upside of his unluckiness concerning his siblings, and everything else be as it may, the young man had been lucky enough to have found the perfect hunting partner. Their hunt had been successful and they had been able to fill their empty stomachs. That had been as lucky as he had gotten thus far.

Hopefulness was what brought the chocolate coated male back to his home base. The Silver Falls had been where he had been born and raised. The Yashines had lived close to the glittering silver colored falls since his paternal grandparents had met. The falls weren’t actually colored silver. They were named as such for the appearance of silver streaks glistening through the crystal clear waters when the sunlight or moonlight hit the falls just right. It was more silver colored when the moonlight lit up the waters. There was a cave near the falls, hidden by vines and brush. It was a large cave - big enough to comfortably fit the Yashine family. It was bigger now that four were gone (the grandparents and parents). It was home. Bayani’s heart could wander freely, as it often did, but this would always be his home. It was where he belonged. The siblings had fretted about where to call home when a pack had threatened to take their home away and claim it as pack territory. The pack seemed to be disbanded now which worked in his favor more or less. Here they would be, unless they had taken to talk to the Tiamats in the Pine Grove but he had brushed over there a week ago and it seemed as if the Tiamats and their pack had vanished in thin air. Nassar had known his parents.

A soft sigh heaved from the male’s mouth. It was starting to feel as if he was losing everything he’d ever known. He was getting tired of it. Grumbling under his breath the young man - he was basically a man, wasn’t he? His two year mark was coming up - continued moving in the direction of home. It didn’t take much longer before the trees broke up, spreading apart, partially framing the opening of his home. The familiar scent of Redfoot, whom he had met the other day, lingered in the air. There was also a hare nearby, according to his nose. A brow furrowed as Bayani wondered what she was doing here - aside from going after a losing battle. He wasn’t unhappy that she was there. The male was simply curious what had brought her here, in particular. He hadn’t expected to come across her again this soon. Mismatched eyes fell upon the oddly colored female, a small smile tugging on his lips. She was a few feet away from him, seemingly deep into going after the hare. He knew she would have scented him however. With a raised brow the male cleared his throat.



"Talking."

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@Redfoot
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#3
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She continued plowing ahead, dedication or blind stubbornness to the task at hand it wasn't exactly clear. Her dark body with its dark head low to the ground kept after the scent as it wound through a leafless gorse bush and then back towards the still falls. Where was the damn thing? She snorted, annoyance rife in the sound as she followed it once again back towards the sad winter trees and underneath a root... Where she lost it.

Her head jerked up, an incredulous look on her face as she sniffed around the area as she tried to regain the trail. Where had it gone? It couldn't just poof into thin air! It had to be here somewhere. Some burrow or something! She snuffled and sniffed, refusing to give up so easily despite the fact that it had almost certainly been lost. It wasn't fair! She had followed it for so long and now she would be left hare-less.

She refused to give up, she would not be bested. Not now not when she was so close!

The scent was what stopped her first. It wasn't the hare, no, far from it. Instead it was the familiar scent of the male she had hunted with before. She stood stock-still, right up until the point that he cleared his throat to let her know that she had been spotted. Perhaps if it had been anyone else but her perfect hunting partner she would have been upset but as it was the only thing she felt was annoyance at the hare and embarrassment that the tides had been turned. Last time she had been the one watching him but now he had found her first and was doing the watching.

Finally she turned to him, the small smile was evident on his face and she couldn't help but return the tiniest one herself. Perhaps it was the familiarity in those mismatched eyes that drew it out of her but she couldn't hold it back from him. "It got away." No explanation on what "it" was because she was certain he already knew before the words even crossed her lips.

Redfoot approached then, coming close before looking him over and inclining her brow. A simple inquiry that didn't even need to be spoken. What was he doing here? Was it a usual haunt of his? Was he hunting? Or had wandering just brought him to this place?


405| @Bayani | notes

"I Speak!"
I Think...


Wolf by Kati H. | Butterfly by madetobeunique
Textures by Javajunkie247
Table by Plymouth
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