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Post by Larka on Oct 21, 2009 18:00:46 GMT -5
Larka growled as Unalaq howled back to the Alphess. Her claws now dug into the soft, brown bark of the log. Her steely, Ice blue eyes were locked on a Mother fox and her kits. The kits were older, though still young enough to still live with their mother, and they bounded joyfully around their mother.
Her scorn and anger filled the air as Unalaq began to speak. Her heart stopped when his cold nose made contact with her fur and skin. She barley paid attention, not answering him the first time. But some words caught her attention.
“Are you going to speak to me, beautiful?” It left a bittersweet taste in her mouth and she sighed deeply.
You don't have to go anywhere alone, but you know very well what's wrong, Unalaq." Larka's cold, hard , pained voice cut through the silent air like a bullet.
She turned towards him, her eyes were not cold and hard anymore, but filled with pain.
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Post by Unalaq on Oct 24, 2009 11:02:48 GMT -5
Unalaq was taken aback by her harsh tone again and stood in silence for a while, letting her steam. He always seemed to make one wrong move, didn’t he? It was getting annoying though. He grunted and leaped over the log so that he was standing directly in front of her. His green eyes were bright and locked onto hers with a steel hard gaze. She had been an alphess before, she should have no problem with holding his gaze. He was not inviting her to challenge him, he simply wanted her full attention.
“Listen,” though his body seemed tense, his voice was soft. “I know you wished more out of me, and I’m sorry that I’m not giving that to you, but you’re wrong to say that I know what’s going on right now.”
His own words sounded funny in his ears and he went quiet for a moment, trying to think of a better way to put it.
“I don’t understand why you got so upset suddenly, Larka. I answered the Alphess of Sun Crest!” he stood up to his full height now, taking her in. “The way you talked about the pack before . . . the way you . . . described them. Like they are guardians of a sort, I want to see them, Larka! I want to see why . . . and I don’t understand why you feel so cold towards them now. Or me, rather . . .”
He flicked his ears; there had been another howl with the Alphess, one very different but still very female. He sighed, watching his breath float away in the crispy air.
“Come, if we want to reach the foothills, we’d better get going.”
He pushed himself off the log and began to trot at an easy gait, waiting for her to join him. He didn’t get it . . . he was looking so forward to meeting this pack that she had spoken highly of. Were they an arrogant pack? He was excited to introduce himself as Alpha, and her as his Beta.
His fur turned warm as he exited the forest, coming out into full sun. Though the snow was deep, it was soft and easy to trek through. He looked behind him and stopped, waiting for Larka, his eyes pleading with her to understand.
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Post by Larka on Oct 25, 2009 11:19:36 GMT -5
Larka had no trouble at all holding his gaze, in fact she didn't even blink as he spoke. Somewhere in that tiny male brain of his, he'd get it. It might take a while but he'll eventually get it. She thought angrily.
Her pained gaze followed his every move as he walked out of the Densite and out of the forest. When she thought he was out of ear shot she sighed and muttered under her breath.
"Why don't you feel that way every time you hear MY voice? Why are you so oblivious as to forget what happened the night we met? Am I so unimportant that you forget my feelings for you?" Larka obiously forgot how far even her softest voice could carry, her words would no doubt reach Unalaq's ears.
If wolves could cry, Larka would have been sobbing by now. She contemplated going with him, then leaving him standing there, the heartless stupid male.
She sighed softly, and stayed on the log. If he really wanted her to come with, if he really cared then he'd get it in a couple of minutes. If not, well who knows then?
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Post by Unalaq on Oct 29, 2009 9:39:57 GMT -5
Unalaq closed his eyes and cursed silently in his head when he noticed she wasn’t following. There was no getting past it with her. He flicked his ears behind, thinking he heard her speak . . . he’d been correct. Sighing he listened to the words she thought he couldn’t heard and dropped his head. She thought he didn’t get it . . . He stood, as though frozen for a moment or two after she was done speaking. When he finally turned back to her, his eyes perhaps mimicked impatience but his shell was cracking, and pain was showing through.
Why was this all his fault? Didn’t she see that he was trying to overcome his past as well? Perhaps she had moved on, but he was still getting there. He would not be able to love her without seeing Sakari, not beable to speak to her the same with thinking of Sakari . . . it would be unhealthy for the both of them. He looked up, blinking in the sunlight, looking out over the flat moorland. It was times like that made him want to run, to get away and hide from the problems of the world.
But he was Alpha now, and he wouldn’t do that.
Finally he turned to face Larka, silently approaching her. She was a beautiful fae, full of personality, but she was not his.
“Larka,” he said softly, when he stood a good foot from her. “You are not unimportant to me. I am not oblivious, simply avoiding your persistence. I’m sorry if I come off cold, but I am trying to get over my loss. You may have already moved on, and I admire that in you. You are strong and resilient and able to keep going – I’m still getting there. Let me get there; I’m taking this one step at a time.”
He took a step back.
“And as for my comment on the Alphess’s voice . . . nothing more than a simple compliment.” He smiled slightly, wanting to cheer her. “Your voice is beautiful as well, fitting of its owner. Though, I must say . . . I haven’t heard you sing yet, so how can I justly compare the two?”
The last part was said in small jest, wanting to make light of a tense moment. If this kept up, he didn’t know what he would do. Once his pack grew more . . . and it would . . . there would have to be a balance between them. Surely she could understand that?
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Post by Larka on Oct 29, 2009 18:50:58 GMT -5
Larka looked up and sighed softly. She was being selfish, and she knew it. But there was no getting past how she felt about him. Somewhere inside her, Larka knew she needed to help Unalaq move on, holding onto his past was unhealthy for both of them.
She'd been thinking about Thor more and more nowadays. She was in human terms 'relapsing'. She'd just gotten over her loss and now she was going back to how she'd been before; easily angered, sad and lathargic. She didn't want to be that way again, she had to push through this.
"I'm sorry Unalaq, I'm being so selfish...I am not as strong as you think." she said quietly, which was actually a relitive whisper this time.
Larka's fur grew hot and she laughed slightly. "It's good to know you think so, Unalaq, I don't always wake up feeling beautiful. I will sing for you sometime soon....."
Her voice trailed off, she had to keep her feelings to herself, she was hurting Unalaq more by showing them.
Larka lept off the log and smiled at him. "Come on, lets get going. If we run hard we can still make it by nightfall." She said bounding off in the direction of the mountains.
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Post by Unalaq on Nov 3, 2009 10:25:16 GMT -5
Unalaq smiled at her, glad she understood at least, though he didn’t want to make her feel selfish. But he sighed and left it alone for now; she was right. If they ran hard, the distance wouldn’t be much – they could make it by nightfall. He hoped the night wouldn’t be too cold, and he hoped that soon they would hunt. It wasn’t good to go very long without food.
That was when he heard the other howl again, the rougher one . . . Let me join you, it said. He yipped but held back a reply as Larka had dashed ahead of him. He laughed and sped after her, easily keeping stride, even through the snow. Would this make three of them now? He focused his bright eyes ahead, on the distant mountain and let his mind hope all it could. With three in the pack, the stronger it made them.
The sun warming his hide, he cast a glance at Larka, nearly unseen as her white body sped over the snowy ground, blue eyes bright. He smiled at his beta, knowing that they would form a strong friendship.
He looked away again and spied deer ahead, a scrawny herd, but with more meat than a rabbit at least. He would have to remember that for later . . .
((OOC: Let’s continue in the foothills; hopefully we’ll just meet them there!))
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