Post by Therdde on Jan 21, 2010 14:34:33 GMT -5
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Siwa - Juvenile Female Wolf
Skelaghe - Female Wolf
- Curling Creek -
The water brought her to this place. Cocooned within the bubbling clamor of the creek are voices that she can hear, though she hasn't wanted to listen to them in quite some time. But with no other option left, Siwa reluctantly followed their whispers, afraid to believe their promises that this land she's come to is one of peace. Now there's a young girl on Ute's borderlands, malnourished but still quite alive. She waits beside a fallen log, her small face set as she examines what remains of her courage.
Whatever brings Skelaghe out here, it is not voices. The alphaess hears nothing besides the running water still a bit in the distance. No, it's an unfamiliar scent that caught her attention as she was strolling along her border, carried to her by the wind. Despite her recent arguments, she has kept her largely peaceful mood. She's getting better about that. And, when she spots a young female a way's ahead, the sight inspires in her concern, not anything that could even remotely be compared to aggressiveness. Perhaps those voices that Skelaghe cannot hear are not entirely dishonest.
A small breeze, soft and warm like a nuzzle from her ma, blows through Siwa's fur. She flattens her ears at the the voice it carries - odds bobs, can't they shut up for five minutes? - but her eyes follow the direction it indicates. Lo and behold, there is a wolf over there. Siwa tenses, clenches her teeth, and jumps to her paws. "Hello, ma'am," she calls to Skelaghe, clipping her words as though reluctant to let them go.
As Skelaghe continues to approach the juvenile, her tail remains relaxed behind her, her ears perked, and her expression simply mildly concerned. Friendly. She is a little closer before she speaks, so she does not have to raise her voice. "Hello there." Of course, her heart goes out, immediately, to the underfed pup, but before she says anything about it, she samples the air to see if she can find the scents of any other wolves. This one is far too young to be traveling by herself, but that certainly seems to be the case.
"Please, ma'am," Siwa says, locking her muscles when they tremble with the urge to run. She's not a baby; she can handle this. "My name is Siwa. I know I'm on your borders but I don't mean no harm. I've come a long way and I was hoping that, maybe, you wouldn't mind having someone as small as me around for a while." Siwa shifts her weight, pondering how to make her case. "You won't have to feed me; I can do my own hunting." Luckily the heat of the summer has made rats and squirrels a bit fat and slow enough for her to catch. "I just need somewhere to sleep, and well.. I hear this is a good place."
The way that the little girl speaks causes Skelaghe's heart to ache. What must this pup have experienced in her few short months, that she should be talking like this? "Oh, puppy. Come here. Shh." It might as well be one of Skelaghe's own children, sitting there and begging for a safe place, for how it affects the alphaess, and despite her suggestion that Siwa come to her, she begins walking again, to close the distance between them. "Of course you can stay here, and I would be happy to feed you." No longer does Skelaghe wonder about whether Siwa is an orphan. If she isn't, then Skelaghe would want nothing to do with the parents that could have put their child in a situation like this.
Blue-green eyes widen, though with surprise rather than fear. Whatever Siwa had expected to hear Skelaghe say, this certainly wasn't it. The tone of the alphess's voice, that soothing sort of croon, is very reminiscent of her ma's, and suddenly hot tears are pricking at the corners of Siwa's eyes. But her fears are more than instinctual at this point, and can't be overcome so easily. "Don't you- .. don't you want to know why I'm here? What I come from? Ma'am, what if I'm diseased? Or mad?" Siwa demands, her voice trembling a little. Clearly the girl is unused to kindness, never anticipated it to come from a stranger.
"Are you diseased, or mad? If you were, would you tell me?" Skelaghe does not stop until she is near enough to try to rub her head against the young girl. "I know all that I need to know, puppy. You are young and hungry and in need of help, and it would be beyond cruel of me to turn you away." Anything else that she would need or want to know, she can certainly learn, in due time, after Siwa has had a good meal, a decent rest, and some grooming, right?
Her brows furrow and for the space of a few moments, her eyes probe Skelaghe for signs that she's lying or if SHE'S mad. Finally Siwa swallows with difficulty and averts her eyes to the ground. She doesn't answer the adult's question. No matter how nice Skelaghe is, Siwa knows in her heart that if she knew the truth about her, Skelaghe WOULD turn her away. But to her relief, Siwa is asked no more questions and meekly she submits to the nuzzling. "Who are you, ma'am?" she asks quietly, looking at her paws.
"My name is Skelaghe, and I am the alpha of this pack, the Ute. And who are you, puppy?" After speaking, Skelaghe nuzzles the top of Siwa's head and gives a lick between her ears, all meant to be comforting to the young child. Perhaps the alphaess is a little mad, but that doesn't stop her from being absolutely resolved, in this matter. She will always desire to help those that need it, and who could possibly need it more than an orphaned or lost child?
"Siwa," comes the girl's quiet reply. After that, she buttons her lips tight for a while, resolved not to let the appearance of acceptance and sympathy lull her into a false sense of security. After all, folks have turned on her before, and for all that she knows this Ute pack may be no different. But she'll go where Skelaghe leads, do what she says, for the time being. And she WON'T be listening to the forest voice anymore, either. She did what they said, came here to the Ute, now they can just leave her alone!
Siwa - Juvenile Female Wolf
Skelaghe - Female Wolf
- Curling Creek -
The water brought her to this place. Cocooned within the bubbling clamor of the creek are voices that she can hear, though she hasn't wanted to listen to them in quite some time. But with no other option left, Siwa reluctantly followed their whispers, afraid to believe their promises that this land she's come to is one of peace. Now there's a young girl on Ute's borderlands, malnourished but still quite alive. She waits beside a fallen log, her small face set as she examines what remains of her courage.
Whatever brings Skelaghe out here, it is not voices. The alphaess hears nothing besides the running water still a bit in the distance. No, it's an unfamiliar scent that caught her attention as she was strolling along her border, carried to her by the wind. Despite her recent arguments, she has kept her largely peaceful mood. She's getting better about that. And, when she spots a young female a way's ahead, the sight inspires in her concern, not anything that could even remotely be compared to aggressiveness. Perhaps those voices that Skelaghe cannot hear are not entirely dishonest.
A small breeze, soft and warm like a nuzzle from her ma, blows through Siwa's fur. She flattens her ears at the the voice it carries - odds bobs, can't they shut up for five minutes? - but her eyes follow the direction it indicates. Lo and behold, there is a wolf over there. Siwa tenses, clenches her teeth, and jumps to her paws. "Hello, ma'am," she calls to Skelaghe, clipping her words as though reluctant to let them go.
As Skelaghe continues to approach the juvenile, her tail remains relaxed behind her, her ears perked, and her expression simply mildly concerned. Friendly. She is a little closer before she speaks, so she does not have to raise her voice. "Hello there." Of course, her heart goes out, immediately, to the underfed pup, but before she says anything about it, she samples the air to see if she can find the scents of any other wolves. This one is far too young to be traveling by herself, but that certainly seems to be the case.
"Please, ma'am," Siwa says, locking her muscles when they tremble with the urge to run. She's not a baby; she can handle this. "My name is Siwa. I know I'm on your borders but I don't mean no harm. I've come a long way and I was hoping that, maybe, you wouldn't mind having someone as small as me around for a while." Siwa shifts her weight, pondering how to make her case. "You won't have to feed me; I can do my own hunting." Luckily the heat of the summer has made rats and squirrels a bit fat and slow enough for her to catch. "I just need somewhere to sleep, and well.. I hear this is a good place."
The way that the little girl speaks causes Skelaghe's heart to ache. What must this pup have experienced in her few short months, that she should be talking like this? "Oh, puppy. Come here. Shh." It might as well be one of Skelaghe's own children, sitting there and begging for a safe place, for how it affects the alphaess, and despite her suggestion that Siwa come to her, she begins walking again, to close the distance between them. "Of course you can stay here, and I would be happy to feed you." No longer does Skelaghe wonder about whether Siwa is an orphan. If she isn't, then Skelaghe would want nothing to do with the parents that could have put their child in a situation like this.
Blue-green eyes widen, though with surprise rather than fear. Whatever Siwa had expected to hear Skelaghe say, this certainly wasn't it. The tone of the alphess's voice, that soothing sort of croon, is very reminiscent of her ma's, and suddenly hot tears are pricking at the corners of Siwa's eyes. But her fears are more than instinctual at this point, and can't be overcome so easily. "Don't you- .. don't you want to know why I'm here? What I come from? Ma'am, what if I'm diseased? Or mad?" Siwa demands, her voice trembling a little. Clearly the girl is unused to kindness, never anticipated it to come from a stranger.
"Are you diseased, or mad? If you were, would you tell me?" Skelaghe does not stop until she is near enough to try to rub her head against the young girl. "I know all that I need to know, puppy. You are young and hungry and in need of help, and it would be beyond cruel of me to turn you away." Anything else that she would need or want to know, she can certainly learn, in due time, after Siwa has had a good meal, a decent rest, and some grooming, right?
Her brows furrow and for the space of a few moments, her eyes probe Skelaghe for signs that she's lying or if SHE'S mad. Finally Siwa swallows with difficulty and averts her eyes to the ground. She doesn't answer the adult's question. No matter how nice Skelaghe is, Siwa knows in her heart that if she knew the truth about her, Skelaghe WOULD turn her away. But to her relief, Siwa is asked no more questions and meekly she submits to the nuzzling. "Who are you, ma'am?" she asks quietly, looking at her paws.
"My name is Skelaghe, and I am the alpha of this pack, the Ute. And who are you, puppy?" After speaking, Skelaghe nuzzles the top of Siwa's head and gives a lick between her ears, all meant to be comforting to the young child. Perhaps the alphaess is a little mad, but that doesn't stop her from being absolutely resolved, in this matter. She will always desire to help those that need it, and who could possibly need it more than an orphaned or lost child?
"Siwa," comes the girl's quiet reply. After that, she buttons her lips tight for a while, resolved not to let the appearance of acceptance and sympathy lull her into a false sense of security. After all, folks have turned on her before, and for all that she knows this Ute pack may be no different. But she'll go where Skelaghe leads, do what she says, for the time being. And she WON'T be listening to the forest voice anymore, either. She did what they said, came here to the Ute, now they can just leave her alone!