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Post by Nix on Sept 4, 2011 12:23:40 GMT
Nix stepped inside the tent and looked around inside it before nodding her head, her pack was handing over a sort of bone self and a few of the things she owned were scattered over a rolled out sleeping roll on the floor. She smiled to herself as she spotted a bone whistle carved like a wolf and she walked over to what was her side of the room and kneeled down on the sleeping roll and bent over and picked the whistle up in her finger tips as ghost walked over to her side and sat down so he could lean up against her
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Post by chidori on Sept 4, 2011 17:08:41 GMT
Jex followed Nix in, and the flap fell shut behind him. He limped over to his side of the shelter and threw himself down on the floor. Beside him was a sleeping roll, with his few belongings lying neatly beside it. He took his knife, and settled it in his belt. Just to be sure. Then he set his pack beside where his head would be, along with his parka and throwing blades, and cast his gaze about the room. It was dark, but in a friendly way, and surprisingly warm.
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Post by Nix on Sept 5, 2011 7:55:28 GMT
Nix gently and quickly ran her fingers tips over her whistle before smiling and then tying it back on to her belt and then looking around for her knife, she soon spotted it resting on her pack and so she leant over and picked it up in one hand before tossing it to the other. It was a small knife with a very sharp blade made of Flint and a handle made from the antler of nix's first kill, there were also many cuts and chips on the handle from the times when pups and adults alike in the pack had chewed on it with out her seeing, but they just made it all the better for her
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Post by chidori on Sept 5, 2011 16:12:23 GMT
Jex inspected the edges of his throwing blades and the single blade of his knife. He ran his finger along the side of his throwing blades - good, they were still flawless besides the dent in one - before doing the same to his knife.
Made of pure green slate, the blade was shaped like a leaf, with a hilt made of a roe antler, it had been made especially for him when he was five. He had found it far too big at first, but he was told that the knife was made so that it would fit his grip perfectly when he was old enough. And when he'd turned twelve, he could use it with ease.
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Post by Nix on Sept 6, 2011 8:01:23 GMT
Nix shifted the knife in her hands so she had her palms pressed around it and she bent up so she was sitting sideways on the sleeping roll and her knife was pointing at it's very edge. She muttered a few small words in a language that humans had long forgotten before she flicked her fingers apart and pulled her wrists apart and let her knife drop to the ground and she broke in to a smile and snapped her eyes open and then leant to her right and let herself drop on to the sleeping roll and shifted around until she was comfy on it
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Post by chidori on Sept 6, 2011 16:30:23 GMT
Jex sighed, and put his knife away. He laid a hand on his wounded knee, flicking his eyes over to Nix. She too was studying her knife, before she closed her eyes and started muttering something. He didn't understand a word. Then she let go of her knife, and shuffled around on her sleeping-roll. He began to feel a bit distant from her. It was like she'd forgotten about him. Trying not to let that bother him, he quietly shifted onto his back.
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Post by Nix on Sept 6, 2011 16:53:35 GMT
Nix felt ghost move beside her and she bit down on her lip as she spotted a flick of his black fur and she gave a small sigh, she missed jark and it was her fault that he had been washed up and taken away by this mad Mage. She could barely watch or look at jex because his hair and eyes looked so much like jark who she had come to think of as a cousin or brother, but she knew she couldn't avoid him for ever
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Post by chidori on Sept 6, 2011 19:00:14 GMT
With a last sigh Jex shut his eyes, his hands behind his head. As he did so, Shadow and Sorrel crawled out from his hood and perched on his chest, nosing him in the throat.
"What's wrong?" Shadow was asking. Sorrel eventually gave up and went to sniff at the bandage. She accidentally leaned a little too far and toppled over, right onto his wounded thigh.
He stifled a yell, but gave a start. The pain was so much, he thought he could feel tears spilling from his eyes.
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Post by Nix on Sept 7, 2011 14:14:00 GMT
Nix closed her eyes and sighed to herself before opening them again and turning over on her sleeping roll so she was facing her brother and she wrapped her arms around him and he lifted a paw over her shoulder and so nix burrowed her face in to his pale but warm fur. "why can't life just be simple like it used to be" she said in wolf and ghost whiners softly and licked her forehead and nix smiled a little bit before bumping her head against his furry and fluffy chest
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Post by chidori on Sept 7, 2011 17:05:07 GMT
In fear that the pain would worsen, Jex refrained from rubbing his leg. But it still hurt. He rubbed the tears from his face, even though they kept coming.
He just lay there now, his eyes open but diluted, simply watching the shadows at the tent roof. For some reason, he didn't feel like the tears were out of pain.
Perhaps loneliness? He couldn't bring himself to care.
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Post by Nix on Sept 8, 2011 15:39:30 GMT
Nix pressed her head in to her brothers fur and she felt his fur rub over her face and over her eyes and she smiled against his side. She soon felt her eyes grow heavy and she pressed herself more in to her brothers side and she dropped in to a deep sleep filled with dreams of home and wolves and little puppies
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Post by chidori on Sept 8, 2011 16:48:58 GMT
Now Nix was asleep, Jex felt even more alone. He sighed, and gently picked his brother and sister up, placing them onto the section of sleeping roll beside him. Taking care not to lean too hard on his bad leg, he shifted onto his side, and shut his eyes. After a short while he fell into a troubled sleep.
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Post by Nix on Sept 8, 2011 17:40:17 GMT
*------*
Nix awoke to a yell and her hands curled up tightly and she pushed away from ghost who was already rolling away from her and was on his paws and nix nodded to him before grabbing her knife from the floor beside her sleeping roll and she marched out the tent, hoping she hadn't woken jex. She looked around to see a woman who seemed around 27 summers sitting on the floor beside her tent with a hide blanket in her arms and tear marks running down her face, nix and ghost both gave a low growl before beginning to walk over to her
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Post by chidori on Sept 9, 2011 17:33:37 GMT
*So, we've kind of gotta build the romance between the two of them at some point. Maybe now they could start to have mild feelings for each other?*
Jex was coming around now. A scream had woken him, or at least, that was what it sounded like. He was facing away from Nix, with Shadow and Sorrel curled up beside his neck. He wanted to lie there for ages, but when he flicked a glance over his shoulder, he saw that Nix was gone. Maybe it was her who screamed?
Even though he wasn't convinced it was, he got up, and quietly limped to the entrance of the shelter.
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Post by Nix on Sept 9, 2011 21:22:39 GMT
*I have a plan for that ;D*
Nix walked to the woman's side as she spotted the twins from the night before running over to the woman as well, she was muttering softly to herself as nix bent down and rested a hand on her sholder. "what happened?" she asked softly and the woman turned her face to look at nix and nix saw the tears in her eyes, "they took my son, and now my little girl" she sobbed and nix felt her face soften and she felt her hand curl in to a fist ,"I'll get them back..." she hissed to herself
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