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Lunicea
Loner
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Female
3y
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Dove hummed lightly to herself as she strolled about in this new land. On her back rested her young son, the pup had been fast asleep for most of the time his mother spent gazing over their new home. Smiling to herself and singing to her darling baby while they dozed in the warmth of their mother's fur. They had hardly been in this area a few days. Blackfoot was now a short walk away, one Dove made often to visit her friend. The only friend she found that visited her constantly. And she enjoyed the company, each time she heard the familiar light patter of the woman's paws coming through the forest she could only grin in excitement.

Now though, she watched as her breath materialized in front of her as she walked back to the den she had found. Humming as she hunkered through the entrance with Arios's scruff gently placed in her maw. The den curved slightly to go underground, opening slightly into almost a small room like an area that could have held up to five large wolves. It curved in away from the entrance and down that it stopped the wind from circulating down, keeping the area much warmer than outside. Carrying her pup to the deepest area and warmest, she gently set him down in a large bundle of deer and rabbit pelts. Watching as the chubby puppy stretched and yawned, he had begun to mumble, and Dove found it to be the cutest darn thing she had ever seen. No words yet, there wouldn't be for some time, but small squeaks and yips left his lips every so often.

She smiled to herself and gently kissed her son's forehead before walking back towards the den entrance, climbing to incline until she was met with the cold outside air. Breathing it in deeply as she padded around her new land. Humming to herself as she laid down in the snow. Rolling in it lightly to sooth her large muscles.



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Familiarity was something the androgynous wolf followed subconsciously. It had been her guiding star even when the madness had consumed her reality. Something always kept her going. She never understood how she found the places she did. The wolves she did. It was always something that eluded her. That fog that had haunted her reality had been temporarily lifted, or rather; it was at bay for now. However, this place that she had come to know was reality was still unknown to her. She had only known the ocean side, for a time, and now she followed something familiar. Once, it had been the scent of home. Her home, that she had forgotten, still existed so long as they existed.

Ice slithered down her throat and clung to her large lungs. She could feel the wrath of the season seething into her. However, that destruction that the cold could deliver was nothing she wasn’t accustom too. Her thick silver, gray, and black coat had thickened with the coming winter. Dens were always difficult to come by and she had learned to weather the season of winter. After all, she was a seasoned wolf.

Something inside her mind was chirping to her. Screaming of things she did not understand. Future; follow it. That voice of reason was always just as mad as she was. Its riddles were always just as odd but somehow she followed them. Somehow they always delivered her to what it was they sought out. She breathed in the air around her and the scent of others stopped her in her tracks. She allowed her paws to flex against the roughness of the grounds. Time had eaten away the coarse grounds but she could still feel its aggression. It meant that she was still awakened. She could feel the anxiety clutching at her heart and crushing her chest. She did not want to be forgotten again or was it forgetting? She wanted to exist and not be that phantom of a wolf that was there but never quite here.

Her dark ears were glued to her head with her conviction. Would she ever be the wolf she had once been? The queen slayer, did she still exist inside her, or was she something new? Was it a new head on her shoulders now? Was it an old one? One he had given her? Lothaire.. She thought his name and felt the stab of mourning hit her. He was long gone. Maybe, someday, he would find her. Maybe, she had created his existence inside her road of thorns. She couldn’t really remember anymore.

The scent of another grew stronger as she felt herself continue on. When had she started walking again? She felt that odd confusion fill her as she carried on. Soon enough the appearance of another was in the distance. She wondered if she was still walking within the realm of reality or if this was another phantom. There was only one way to find out. So, she continued to move towards the stranger named Dove. The scent of something familiar seemed to sooth the anxiety within her. Something here she knew. Was it the stranger in the distance? It was very disheartening to feel her memories slip from her. They would linger as her world became more constant but for now they evaded her.

Her violet eyes drank in the scenery around her. She had not been to this place before and yet something told her it was familiar. It was like being struck in the head by déjà vu. It was a nagging feeling but she did her best to ignore it. Soon the image of the other was close enough that she could see the richness of her coat. Her violet eyes roved over the stranger and she allowed her head to tilt ever so slightly to the left. Yet, she said nothing. This was not her home.


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Lunicea
Loner
140
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Female
3y
#3
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Dove stretched out as she stretched out along the snow. Yawning as she lifted herself slightly, scenting the air and noticing the shift and the smell of an approaching wolf. Her cream-colored cranium lifted into the air as she inhaled the cool breeze and let out a cloud of materialized breath. Standing up when she spotted the darker figure approaching. It was rare for her to find a wolf close to her size. Normally it didn't turn out well. Though this wolf did not come off to her as aggressive. She stood in all her glory in front of her den. Having gained back her trimmed, and extremely muscular stature, her winter coat hid most of the scars along her body through the ones on her face remained. The most obvious being the loss of her tail.

"Hello, there dear." She rumbled, keeping her voice soothing and calm. She wasn't one to start off an encounter on the wrong foot, each time she did she felt guilty afterward, feeling as though she hadn't given the chance for a pleasant chat. She looked over the wolf once they got closer, tilting her head slightly and nodding approvingly, she was beginning to think there weren't many muscular feminine wolves around here. Though she had been wrong before.

She offered a warmer smile this time, one to melt the snow as she asked her next question.

"What's your name hun? If you'll let me call by it at least." She murmured honey dribbling from her voice, sweet and smooth. She had begun to realize that she had begun to talk to wolves the same way she spoke to her son. Though it was a change she welcomed, she did hate scaring away shy souls.



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