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Post by Mama Z on Aug 15, 2011 11:24:01 GMT -6
Her statement was harsh and he eyed her for a moment, then his gaze traveled around the area then back to her. 'Fyra, if you're unsure about coming back here. Then maybe you shouldn't. I know I couldn't follow a leader who was frankly a bit nuts.' ANd he was being honest. Of course the conditional in that statement was if he ever joined a pack. Which was highly unlikely. He aws too much of a rebel to be in a pack. Ironic he would fall for an alpha. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Aug 15, 2011 15:17:46 GMT -6
 Fyramist was pulled from her thoughts at Fuoco’s comment, and she looked back at him with slightly narrowed eyes. The matter of her alphaship was the subject on which Fyra trusted him the least. He was a loner in all senses of the word, his beliefs disagreeing with the idea of an organized pack in general. Furthermore, he had never known her as an alpha…he only knew her as a wolf who was “a bit nuts.” There was this whole other side to her that he had never seen.
“Akeru was my home,” she said softly, looking back at the lake. “I fought for this territory when I was very young, alongside my sister. I helped create the pack what it is today. I grew up in so many ways here, made connections with people who were practically my family.” Her eyes drifted closed briefly. “It created so much of my identity. It’s hard to imagine that I won’t return.”
Her eyes opened again and a frown crossed her maw. “You’re not saying all this because you don’t want me to come back here, are you?” Maybe she was flattering herself with that sentiment. But she knew Fuoco didn’t like it here and…also knew that he enjoyed her company, though usually when she was in one of her crazier moods.
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Post by Mama Z on Aug 18, 2011 11:40:31 GMT -6
She didn't like what he had said and he knew it. But out of some respect (or possibly the idea that he didn't wnat to piss her off and in turn piss off the rest of the world) didn't challenge her right away. She explained why this place meant so much to her, the pack and the land was something her blood, sweat, and tears had disappeared into.
He looked over the lake then back to her. at her question he shook his head. 'You do whatever you want to, I've never stopped you from that.' Or else they wouldn't have been here. 'But if you do return, I won't be coming with you.' And that was a fact. She had seen how the beta had treated him, and he had to be somewhat respectful. She didn't need to be ashamed of him and focus on not being a bit nutty. Fuoco knew he didn't follow rules well and the social hierarchy of packs was something he could never deal with. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Aug 19, 2011 16:38:35 GMT -6
Her eyes seemed to flash briefly as Fuoco laid down what sounded a great deal like an ultimatum. Choose between her pack and him. It was a choice she was loath to make, if only because she had known, deep down, that it would inevitably come to this. Well—she had not known that when the ghosts in her head were distorting her view of reality, but once she developed her control and was able to banish most of them, she had to acknowledge Fuoco as more than just a figment or a symptom of her madness. He was still standing there once the dust had cleared.
Fyra turned away from him, hiding the burning in her eyes. To take a chance on Fuoco would be diving into a pool of madness all over again. The infuriating, amoral loner would be no good for her. Returning to Akeru would mean stability. Or at least, she hoped it would. What if stability was no longer an option? What if Fuoco was right? Then again—he might just be trying to manipulate her. Trying to deceive her with lies and taunts. Did she really trust him?
Once the fire in her eyes died down, Fyramist turned back to him. “I shall not return right away,” she stated, her voice flat. “But that does not mean I will never return.” Whatever this shared flame was that she had with Fuoco, it needed to be explored before she could fully return. He was the last remnant of her madness that she needed to conquer.
At least, that was what she told herself. But what if true sanity was no longer possible for her…?
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Post by Mama Z on Aug 20, 2011 16:02:53 GMT -6
She could take it whichever way she wanted but he had been honest. He wouldn't be accepted here and if she was Alpha, he'd make her look still like she was nuts. She would have to rule with an iron paw and everyone knew a leader couldn't have a weakness. Not to mention, those others who would want to get to know him. And Fuoco did not play well with others.
She turned away and he turned to look else where. When she turned back around he looked back at her. He eyed her for a moment and shrugged, 'You do what you need to do for your sanity Fyra. If that means coming back to these...unburnable lands, then so be it.' [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Aug 20, 2011 21:43:15 GMT -6
He was showing a surprising amount of selfless concern for her. Fyramist knew him, knew that he normally did not give a damn about anyone or their consequences. Then again, his body language indicated that he really did not care. It was hard to read him. “I do not necessarily wish to bid you farewell yet,” she replied, somewhat haughtily.
Then in a quieter voice, she added, “I am torn between past and present, Fuoco. It would take some time for the people of my pack to accept me again. Yet the more I put it off, the harder it will be to return.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know what to do. I suppose I ought to stay away for a little while longer to try to sort things out.” Fyra looked at him. “Do you even want my company?”
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Post by Mama Z on Aug 22, 2011 0:37:39 GMT -6
She didnt want to say good bye but she wasn't sure which direction to take. It could be hard. She knew it'd take time to return, but the longer it takes the harder it is to come back. Quite the double edge sword.
He let her talk and at her question he gave a shrug. 'yeah well You're all right.' He glanced to her, the little half smile on his face. 'I'll make you a deal.' He stated, shifting around. 'I'll hang around..you know, on the outside of this place. When you want to visit me, i'll be close by.' Another shrug, 'Truthfully this place sucks. But if you want to stay....." He let it trail off. Hell it was the best he could do. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Aug 23, 2011 20:35:59 GMT -6
That little half-smile that curled his maw was about as close as Fyra could ever get to sincere affection from him. Fuoco just wasn’t built for that kind of display. She supposed it was one of the things she liked about him. Nothing was overstated or embarrassingly sentimental. He called her “all right,” but she knew that was a huge compliment coming from him.
Even more flattering was the compromise he was willing to make for her sake. Fyramist would be allowed to mingle at the lands and he would roam the territory just outside of it. They would visit one another when they got the chance. And this…tie to Fuoco, whatever it was, suddenly became more forbidden, more secret. “I couldn’t ask that of you,” she said quietly, looking at him seriously. “You’d be miserable, wouldn’t you?”
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Post by Mama Z on Aug 23, 2011 23:07:18 GMT -6
She was digging deeper and he was getting more and more uncomfortable. But he was refusing to let her know that. Finally he rolled his eyes and looked right at her, 'Does it matter? Just take the bloody offer, woman.' He grumbled something about not taking what was offered and then stood up. 'Come on, Im bored. Lets go find a squirrel to roast.' [/color][/size] |
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Post by Felypsa on Aug 23, 2011 23:58:44 GMT -6
Fuoco’s response was to lash out irritably. But it was plain by his grumbling insistence that he was set on going through with this plan. Fyramist hesitated till he changed the subject, wanting to seek out what he considered fun. She followed him as he started to walk away, subtly brushing up against his side. “Thank you,” she murmured in his ear. “I’ll never tell anyone how generous you really are.”
Her tone had taken on a slightly teasing, mocking ring to it. It would mortify him if he thought his reputation would be tainted by an act of kindness…so Fyra would keep it to herself. There was a lot she would be keeping secret in this arrangement, she realized. But it was a better option than most.
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Post by Mama Z on Aug 24, 2011 0:13:07 GMT -6
She brushed up close which was not something he had expected, he made a face at it but made no move to brush her off. At her comment, whispered in his ear, he nudged her butt with his own. 'Yeah yeah. Keep your fur to yourself, Crazy.' He might have been condescending, but Fyra would probably hear the playfulness in his tone. YEah, she had to be something real special in order for him to burn her up like he would anyone else.
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