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[dohtml]<blockquote><blockquote>His own face smiled up at him, purple eyes shinning brightly in the morning rays. It would have been a wonderfully beautiful sunrise too see, but clouds marred the runs pretty rays, sending odd fractures of light dancing through the thick clouds. A rain drop sent his miniature puddle mirror into ripples, and he smiled lightly. This new place was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, and the rain made it even more beautiful. Lifting his white and purple head upward, the large Italian stranger looked upward too see another set of large clouds rolling in from the west…he was already soaked to the bone, but he seemed indifferent. In fact, he seemed more thrilled than indifferent. Taking in a deep breathe of the new fresh scent, he decided perhaps this place would suit him…for a while at least.
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Something landed on his head as rain drops began to fall more rapidly again, as they had earlier that morning. Looking up, he spotted the not so cheery face of his guardian, and best friend, Tachella. Her black beady eyes were filled with utter contempt for the silly brute she was now perched on. Wrapping her little claws around the two black horns on his head, she fluffed up her feathers for warmth. Smiling up at her, Salvatore spoke ”Ciao, Bella”. She glowered down at her friend and scoffed. “Are you going to stand in the rain again, Salvatore? Like before? Because I think its dumb! she harrumphed. Salvatore tilted his head to one side as if in thought…Hmm…yes. Yes I am he said nodding fervently, so the little turquoise companion toppled down to his nose where she rested. Staring at her cross-eyed, the massive brute laughed lightly. Oh, Chella. You must lighten up! This place is...it speaks too me, its so beautiful, and I intend to spend today enjoying it! Rain or shine he said in his booming Italian accent. He was not exactly fluent in Italian, like his grandmother and grandfather, but he had inherited their light accent.
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Angry, the little bird flitted from his nose into the nearest tree, as the rain began to pour once again. It was a light rain, that smelled sweet like lavender. In fact this whole area smelled of sweet lavender. Closing his amethyst eyes, Salvatore Valentino sucked in the vibrant smell. Lavender was his very favorite smell, and in the rain it smelled even better. His mother had always smelled of sweet lavender, and the smell was…well, it just held comfort. The spiky backed male reopened his eyes and throwing one more look to Tachella, slammed a paw down in the puddle he had been staring in before. Water shot up beside him, as he let out a laugh.; no matter how old he got, water was still a very fun toy for him. slamming his other paw down in a different puddle, the male amused himself, getting wetter and wetter and laughing to himself more and more. Tachella had warned him of illness, or fever, but he had ignored her. Shaking his damp fur (though this served really no purpose) he continued to splash in the puddles, his stripy,spiky purple form huge against the dim light of the morning. Yes…yes, this place was nice. Perhaps he would stay a while. </blockquote></blockquote>[/dohtml]

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<P>The clouds were thick and heavy above him. Swollen with rain, it hadn't taken them long to drift across the skies to linger above their targets and explode with torrents of the cascading water, like icy pinpricks on his back. Saosin hadn't minded. His pointed ears pressed forward, listening and cautious while he breathed in heavily. There was no use trying to decipher the scent of others amidst the sickly sweet scent of rainfall. Its smell was overpowering, at the same time washing away anything else. Saosin still hadn't minded. He was intent on simply wandering in and taking a look around this place, to see what was going on; earlier, before the rain had begun falling he had detected scents of others. He assumed they were still here. </p>

<p>Saosin moved slowly through the trees and the undergrowth, enjoying the feeling of the damp leaves pressing against his small, lithe and still growing body. The mud squished beneath his paws, leaving behind sickening shlop noises each time he lifted a paw again. Water dampened the hefty rack of antlers sprouting from his forehead, allowing them to glisten each time they caught the glorious rays of the sun shining through the golden clouds. His fur was tainted with dirty brown and slick with mud and water, but it wasn't enough to cause him to cease his traveling through the wood simply to clean himself off. His bright eyes, red, orange and yellow like fire, flashed and roved the trees before him.</p>

<p>Now, there was something that had proven his suspicions of others being here to be correct. For amid the falling rain, the dancing leaves caught under the patter of the water and the wind, the shadows and the light playing illusions upon the forest, he saw a white and violet being. He was large and brightly coloured, evidently attracting the attention of the small yearling. Eyes were wide with curiosity as he blinked and pulled himself closer to the stranger, ears still erect. He had never seen a being like this before. Saosin had definitely seen many brightly coloured beasts of the same nature, but nobody with the same colours as this one. Magenta and purple were a combination never before seen by the yearling. And so he was attracted to the colours, making his way through the undergrowth and the bushes until he had reached him. There he stood, the tall, really big, brightly hued male.</p>

<P>Saosin stared up at him with wondrous eyes, making sure to keep a careful distance, but at the same time close enough to capture every detail. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"Woah,"</b> He blinked and grinned, but it quickly faltered and he shook his head, apologetic. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"Hi, sorry, am I interrupting anything?"</b> Saosin dipped his head as he asked this, then looked back up, hoping he was not in fact interrupting the male who stood amid the rainfall.</p>

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[dohtml]<blockquote><blockquote>This place. Something sung to him from here, among the trees and winds and puddles and lavender. Something unspoken and strange, yet beautiful and mysterious. His bright purple eyes twisted to shift from ominous tree to ominous tree that glowed light orange and green in the light morning rays. Something captivating was in the air, intoxicating him, wrapping itself around him, puling him closer and closer. Salvatore liked a good mystery, for it left him with something too discover. To find the mystery of the place, to discover it. Turning his head skyward, the lightly falling rain fell against his eyes, causing him to blink rapidly. Tachella perhaps understood the brute and his odd wandrous soul; she just couldn’t understand why it was worth standing in the rain about. But, maybe Salvatore, though enjoying himself in the puddles, felt he could find the secret to this place…for there had to be one, and maybe it was in the rain. It wasn’t just the Jasmine that was making his head whirl in unknown fascination.
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Salvatore Valentino had wandered aimlessly for nearly five months. Pacing back and forth, slowly plodding here and there with Tachella constantly pacing up and down his spiked purple back with him. She had urged him to return home for the first month, saying his reasons for leaving were childish and would pass…but she had given up, and actually began to enjoy their wanderings together. In fact, Salvatore’s reasons fro leaving home were strictly…private for now. Instead, he busied himself with learning, and listening to the earth, something Tachella had encouraged since birth, but something he never appreciated until he left home. Salvatore over his past five months living as a nomad, a monk, a silent student of the earth, had finally come to realize he needed a home. But where? The last places they had tried had either felt to cramped, to open, to uneasy, or just plain not right. Salvatore wasn’t picky, but he had a strange fifth sense…Tachella called that fifth sense ‘superstition’.
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He laughed as he splashed along, pressing his ivory cheeks deep into a dewy lavender bush. Yes, Tachella was right, the entire Valentino family was incredibly superstitious. So if any little thing had happened anything at all, it had told Salvatore to leave, or else he’d never sleep again…but not this place. Something about it spoke to his heart, something little Tachella could probably not completely understand. Finding her amongst the trees, he sat back to smile up at her. Than again, Tachella knew a lot more than she let onto. Cocking his head to one side, he smiled toward her…Salvatore was a very jovial wolf, gentle, active, sarcastic and funny, and unless he knew someone as well as Tachella, he rarely let this spiritual side of his show.
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Just as he was about to call sweetly to his gentle guide, a voice broke out. Looking left slightly startled, the large male took in the youth. WOW! Antlers! He smiled and opened his mouth fascinated with the young male. He was much smaller than Salvatore (most were) but his antlers made up for it. Standing up, the horned male with the spikes down his back bowed. It was a tradition in his family, drop your head between your shoulders low in welcome. buon giorno, Amico! Woah yourself! You’ve got quite the impressive look he said truthfully, Stepping forward and lifting his head to full height. About to speak again, he threw Tachella a glance. Interrupting? Heavens no, Amico. Just, no I like the showers…gets me clean fast. Little Chella disagrees though. throwing his head sideways, the purple striped male threw her a dashing smile. Look Bella, a guest. Be polite and come sit. he smiled back at Saosin. She’s afraid to get her feather curled. Ciao, I’m Salvatore Valentino. And you, my friend? he asked the youth, stomping deliberately into another deep muddy puddle. Smiling at the boys splattered fur, he was glad to see he was not the only one enjoying the mud games.
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ooc: thanks <3 i love Sal :] hehe, your writing is marvelous, too. both of yours! =D <Br />
also, forgive Saosin's lack of knowledge concerning the spirit animals. since he lost his memory he has no recollection of what they are, and he never had one in the first place. =P

<p>Saosin stood, silent and in awe at the large, colourful wolf as he dipped his head in greeting to him. Then, booming and proper was his voice, speaking a greeting in some language unfamiliar to Saosin. He blinked and tilted his head, confused for a moment before he spoke in the tongue that the antler-adorned wolf could recognize. He laughed and dipped his head, as the male before him had just done, and smiled brightly back up at him. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"Well, I try to look as impressive as I can."</b> Saosin told him in all honesty, ears pressed forward upon his head. He felt warm inside at the compliment of sorts - was that a compliment, to be told he looked impressive? Yes, yes it was. And Saosin could know why, too. He had antlers, so unlike many others. However this wolf had bright colours and horns. How very interesting! </p>

<p>The small male stared up at him with wide, curious eyes of fiery hue as he spoke of how the rain cleaned him fast, and how he enjoyed them. And how the bird that perched nearby seemed to dislike the showers - but how would he know the bird? Could they communicate? Saosin shook it away as he sunk to his haunches and laughed again. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"Oh! I love the rain. I just like the way it feels. It gets my antlers shiny clean, too."</b> He told him with another nod. Even now, his antlers were gleaming whenever they caught the light of the rising sun, shiny and wet and dripping as globules of water flung every direction as he turned his head. </p>

<P>His attention was brought back to the bird as the male started speaking to her. Saosin watched still with wondrous young eyes, and then looked back up at the stranger. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"How can you talk to her? And how does she understand what you say? I don't get it!"</b> He exclaimed loudly, blinking as he shuffled his paws, restless almost. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"But she is very pretty!"</b> Saosin added, nodding his head before turning back to the brightly coloured male. This time he spoke of his name, and Saosin let it mull in his mind for a minute, making sure not to forget it. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"Its a pleasure to meet you, Salvatore Valentino. I'm Saosin."</b> He grinned, speaking the name that he had been given by his dearest Saharon with absolute pride. He missed her; every time her name passed his mind his smile faltered ever so slightly, but right now, this situation, was not the one to be feeling sorry for himself amid. He had to enjoy the fact that he was meeting new wolves! </p>

<P>Speaking of which, another creature had shown her face within the foliage and stepped out, seating herself before them, like a polite waitress awaiting to serve. But he knew thats not what her intentions were. Saosin offered her a wide smile as well, reveling in the multi-coloured beauty of her pelt. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"Hey!"</b> He greeted joyfully.</p>

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His fur hung in bedraggled strings, sopping wet and dripping. He looked ridiculous, his bright purple stripes and white fur pushed at all angles from the drip drop of the rain which had lightened up for the time being. Twisting his large head, the massive male gave the boy another half grin. He seemed such a wondrous kid, well moldable and teachable, and Salvatore actually took quite the liking to the antlered child. Sizing up the red and speckled male, he figured antlers would be cool, but perhaps they could be a pain too? His horns were not the biggest pain, and d usually they kept people from trying to wrestle him. He smiled remembering the many times his sisters forgot and jumped on his back, often resulting in painful howls while he simply laughed. Pavia and Padua had no such horns like he, but they had turned some odd shades of purple as he had. Only his mother had grown horns like he. He laughed again as the boy took the compliment, sidling closer to the youth, before sitting down, his rump submerged in a puddle. He felt better sitting at times, and slouching a bit…he was so much larger than other it felt better to slouch. Then he was more eye level with the impressive boy.
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He smiled as the boy looked flattered. Really, it was quite the useful virus at times. Though he had turned a girly shade of purple, he had grown to like his horns. Antlers, though they got tangled in bushes and stuff, could come in handy in brawls. Laughing again, the jovial wanderer nodded <font style="font-size:12px;color:531577;font-family:georgia;font-weight:bold;">"Those can’t be easy to clean. Thank the rain gods, Amico. "</font> he said loudly, looking upward toward the sky, rather enjoying his time. But his eyes fell too Tachella again, where she sat, a bright turquoise ball against the dim rays of morning gray and orange. He smiled as the curious antlered wolf spoke, nodding gently. In truth, Salvatore couldn’t remember a day without Tachella. She had always been there, always his guide. He shrugged lightly, looking back to Saosin with bright purple eyes. <font style="font-size:12px;color:531577;font-family:georgia;font-weight:bold;">"I can talk to her just like I talk to you. She is very receptive, and far more clever than either of us "</font> he knew Chella was glowering with happiness as he spoke…perhaps he was buttering her up a bit. <font style="font-size:12px;color:531577;font-family:georgia;font-weight:bold;">"She talks to me though…ah, it is very simple to understand her, for me, I am used to it. it might be bird talk to you, but I am sure if you listened, you’d understand. "</font> the Italian smiled up at Tachella, knowing she was thrilled to hear herself beautiful by anyone’s standards. <font style="font-size:12px;color:531577;font-family:georgia;font-weight:bold;">"I;ve never not known a day without Chella, mui bella. She was made my guide by my grandparents, and forever since she is my companion. Like a little flying conscience, you see?"</font>
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<font style="font-size:12px;color:531577;font-family:georgia;font-weight:bold;">"That’s a strong name, Saosin, friend. And where do you hail fro- ."</font> a little pinprick on his head informed his Tachella was now perched on his head. Had she finally warmed up? wagging his tail toward her, he listened as she spoke in his ear <b> “Jasmine, do you smell it? there is another, fool, listen and look”</b> Saosin noticed her before he did, which was probably a good thing…it gave him time to register the sweet smelling, sopping wet mosaic before him. she was like a work of art, brilliantly crafted in both fur and body, her proud head and chest displayed in colors of purple, pink and orange, while her eyes glowed the oddest color. He stared, nearly open mouthed at her, until Tachella dug her little claws into his ear. Snapping back, the massive male ungracefully stood and lowered her head in welcome. <font style="font-size:12px;color:531577;font-family:georgia;font-weight:bold;">"<I> Signorina…</i>Come, come join us…in the rain. We’re having quite…quite the party."</font> the Italian wolf spoke sweetly, buttery, like he usually did around pretty girls. In fact, Saosin was probably far more talented in the area of women than he was, no matter how young. He heard little Tachella twitter annoyed and amused.


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<font color="white" size="2">Whoo. I love this thread. Yay for you guys.<br><br><Br>The rain. Peaceful rain. The lady, having found her spot for this particular rain, was quickly slipping into the storm. She was absorbing it all, blocking out all other things. Her eyes were darting all around her, taking every movement in, noticing how the rain hit the small, tender plants, and how the drops were burst into even smaller fractions when they hit a tree trunk or sturdy branch. It was all so interesting. And yet, her trance was broken. Her head flew to her side. She was not as alone as she thought. How had she not noticed the other two in the woods? As her shock whore off, she smiled, more to herself as the two others were at enough of a distance that they could probably only barely see it. She had become slack. Her tiny friend, peacefully sleeping in the crevice of her shoulder blades, was always so aware of others around her that she was used to his whispers in her ear. Without him to remind her, she had forgotten the other two wolves as quickly as she had first noticed them. <i>Silly girl,</i> she thought to herself, <i>relying so much on Aison.</i> <br><br>The multihued wolf let the little creature sleep for a few more minutes as she turned, pulled her feet from the spot where she stood and made her way into the company of the other two wolves. Each was impressive on their own. The white one was quite large, certainly bigger than herself, which was obvious regardless of his seated position. His own unique coloration and bony growths were stunning. The second's spicy red coat was accented by a magnificent growth of antlers on his head. Calypsis was immediately curious. A thousand questions raced into her mind and she had to keep herself from letting them all flow from her lips at once. She was curious by nature but often times, it got put before her social skills. Each had greeted her warmly. The elder of the two males spoke with a much more polished, distinguished tone than the younger, more off-the-tongue. There was something to be said for each way of speaking. <br><br>
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<p>Saosin paused, only his eyes riveting left and right as he scanned his surroundings. So, these would be the first beings he was to meet in these mysterious lands; a white and purple wolf with horns and a turquoise looking bird who seemed afraid of the rain. Not to mention the she-wolf marbled with all colours of the rainbow whom had arrived later; both of which sparked his admiration with their vivid colours and sheer beauty. It made him feel intimidated, but at the same time, Saosin could imagine the shock of seeing a wolf with antlers - a wolf like him. Such a blessing surprised even himself, for he never saw any other with antlers. Just him.</p>

<p>He glanced back toward Salvatore and laughed softly. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"They aren't very easy to clean, but they aren't easy to get dirty, either. Its not like I roll around in the mud all the time."</b> He added with a shrug of his powerful shoulders. Saharon had taught him well enough to have manners, and to know how to keep himself refined and pleasant-looking at all times. Not to mention pleasant-smelling, either. Being around herbs all day had allowed their wondrous smells to cling to his fur, though due to his time away from Saharon and her herb den he had lost the soothing scent. None the less, he was still well educated in knowing how to keep himself looking his best, and getting his antlers dirty wouldn't help.</p>

<p>As Salvatore spoke of his relationship between himself and the bird, Saosin listened carefully, drinking in every word that fell from the large Italian wolf's lips. His fiery eyes were bright with curiosity, still, and once he had finished Saosin nodded. <b style="font-size: 11px; color:#FFE87C">"I see! Does everybody have a little bird like Chella?"</b> He questioned, glancing toward the bird as he asked this. Salvatore had mentioned something about a guide assigned to him, or something like that, by his grandparents. Saosin never knew grandparents, if he even had any. Or parents at that. Saharon was like a mother to him, but... somehow, he knew she wasn't. Grandparents were just one more missing link.</p>

<p>Salvatore was just beginning to compliment his name and ask of his origins when he had finally noticed the female, too. Saosin blinked; he hadn't wanted to answer the question anyway. He didn't know where he came from; all he knew was that he had lived with Saharon all his life. Closing his eyes, Saosin sunk to his haunches and turned as Sal spoke to the she-wolf. She spoke in response to Salvatore, then to a small animal nestled between her shoulders. A squirrel; possibly like Chella. This was beginning to baffle him only slightly.</p>

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"Ho-How do you control you mo-movements, Hermana?!?!" an ebony wolfess practically screamed at her spiritual guide. The small black otter merely rolled over onto her back and grinned. For me? I use my rudder. This, you have none. Use your paws or your weight. the creature said with a shrugg before rolling back over and sliding even faster. The otter was loving the feel of the cool mud and rain on her fur, but the wolfess was terrified.

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~Togther We Sing</br>
~Together We Breathe</b></br></br>
The hill from which their 'slide' originated was not very high,maybe seven feet, but as slick as the ground was, they kept going for quite a distance. Four and thirty yards, in fact. Quite a distance for a 'belly slide' as th black otteress, Maari, she was called, termed it, and it was quite frightening for her large obsidian friend Terralee. She yowled quite shrilly in fear when they went hurttling past a group of wolves and their guides. She then groaned when she made an impact, soft though it may have been, in a deep mud puddle, her otter friend chuckling hysterically at her horror.
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<b style="color:#003060">~Together We Learn</br>
~Together We Age</br>
~Together We Fall in the End</br></b>

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Salvatore watched the boy with interest. He was a strong boy, tall, proud chested yet still smaller than the Italian. Was everyone smaller than he? He shook his head sending Tachella off a bit, no his father was the biggest wolf he knew, followed closely by Salvatore and his uncles. It wasn’t his fault he was so huge, and it wasn’t like his mother was the most petite thing alive. No, his mother was a strong woman, tall, with a thick body and thin legs to boot. He sighed thinking of his huge mother would was probably still capable of wrestling him down when he got too out of hand. Smiling to himself, he nodded to Saosin and shook his head again to dry his ears of rain. The rain was much lighter now, going on and off form thick to thin to non existent. He chuckled as Saosin spoke of his antlers, and nodded. ‘Well, I’ve not the impressive set of horns like you, but my are quite a pain to sleep on. Who likes sleeping on god knows how many horns I have. he explained, turning to his side so Saosin could see the impressive set of horns that layered down his back in two’s. he rather liked those horns. They were different, if not uncomfortable at times. He also liked his purple fur, even if he siblings had teased him about it when he first turned purple. Well, his twin sisters had turned a more girly color than he which didn’t stop them.

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Than calypsis. Sal found her incredibly interesting. But tachella’s little claws kept him from thinking her incredibly beautiful too. He eyes of magenta were the most intriguing thing about her, no matter her beautiful fur and stance. But, Tachellas claws dug deeper into his skull as he gawked at her. How was he ever to find a lover at this rate? Tachella would be the human equivalent to Tinkerbell, with her counterpart Peter. But, Salvatore was not a boy who did not want to grow up, and no matter how much he loved Tachella, he would not be jealous if she to found another little bird to be her love. But Tachella wasn’t exactly jealous of him looking at other girls, she was just overly protective of the boy. Understandably so, he was so trusting he would most certainly have his heart crushed one day. He still held a gentle pose as the beautiful alpha of the lands to his left approached, the little Aison on her back waking with a start as she nudged him. He smiled sweetly to her, stepping one pace closer to her and ignoring tachella’s pokes. “Of course we like the rain” he said, his thick Italian accent bubbling happily with the guests ‘for rain brings many things. New life, cleanliness…and of course, it is incredibly fun, Bellisimo Amica. he said with a twinkle of his purple eye. And then the boy interrupted, exclaiming something about companions. Salvatore turned to saosin, who he was beginning ot like very much. not everyone has a companion spirit, Saosin. Just some. Tachella came to me when I was born, to protect me. Though she doesn’t look like much, her peck is incredibly painful. Also, she is just a guide…not all wolves have them, but she is also my very best friend he knew tachella was glowing with pride for her grip let go on top of his head. ‘she can talk too, you just have to listen closely…

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<font style="color:white;font-size:11px;">Yea! You're back, I was liking this thread...sorry this one is short, I'm getting back into the post, you know. :)<br><br><br>
The rain soaked wolves certainly were a sight. Wet wasn't the greatest look for any wolf, and certainly not a thin one like Calypsis. Herr fur clung to her body hanging limply with the weight of the water clinging to the tendrils. Even in the rain though, soaked as he was, just like everyone else, the white and purple form was still an imposing figure. The smaller horned boy, though obviously still growing, looked like he would certainly fill a significant frame when he grew as well. The chipmunk on the lady's head, eyes wide and blood pumping, had finally, after taking in the situation, and realizing that there really was no threat, relaxed a little bit. Such a small creature had to be careful, even when he was sleeping, he was prey. No one could blame him for it, it kept him alive.<br><br>
The lady was, in all truth, very surprised to see anyone else during the rain, even as light as it had become as of late. She was always the only one. Still, it was most certainly a pleasant surprise to come across the others so unexpectedly. They were very interesting characters to say the least. The younger couldn't help but be impressive with his massive rack of antlers. Calypsis had always heard of wolves with antlers, but she had never actually seen any in real life, standing right in front of her. And the other male, his size alone was intimidating, but then the horns that lined his back as well, they were a sight to see. Her most outstanding trait was simply her colors and really, any wolf could be born with those. It was simply a roll of the genetic dice. Still though, she was pleased.<br><br>
As she first noticed that while the white male had a bird either sitting on his back, or flittering around him protectively, the younger pup had no such creature. Calypsis knew that there were wolves who paid no mind to the spirits of the earth but she hadn't ever really seen a wolf who didn't have a spirit guardian, even if it was only out of tradition. But, literally, the second she began to formulate words on the matter, a black blur flew past the congregated wolves. Calypsis's ears perked up instantly and her tail wagged in curiosity. The blur, difficult as it was to make out, seemed familiar. With a grin, the lady padded quickly to the muddy tract where the figure had just zipped by. Down a slight hill, several yards away, sat a wolf, paws splayed, rump muddied. Calypsis smiled and barked out a greeting to the wolf.
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<font style="color:white;font-size:11px;">Trotting back to the others, Calypsis caught Salvatore as he introduced himself as such to the young male and herself. So only then realized that she hadn't actually caught either of their names yet, and neither had she given them hers. With her tail still wagging, little drops of water shooting off in all directions as it did, she to introduced herself.</font><font style="color:2d7ee2;font-size:11px;"><b> "The pleasure is all mine Salvatore. My name is Calypsis. And this is Aison."</B></font>

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