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by the pale moon


my beast does howl

Posts: 11
Date: Jan 7, 2009
Frustration at its finest (Closed for Ish)
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Tony had a problem.  What that problem was, he still didn't know.  He had felt the moment the spell had been lifted, but had no damn desire to shift to human form.  Why?  That was still a mystery.  There was something in the back of his mind that just wouldn't allow him to shift, didn't want him to shift.  What that was would remain a mystery for now. 

Tino had released Tony, wanting him with that which he loved, a pack.  Ash would deny Tony as long as he was with Tino, so being the man that Tino was, stepped aside for his brother's happiness and well being.  But where had that got him?  Pleasently stuck in wolf form and enjoying it a bit too much.  There were a couple of things he didn't like in all of this.  A).  The collar.  Allbeit, it was leather with spikes; but a diamond tag with "Odin" on it?  Puhlease!  He wasn't gay!  He hated that with every damn step he took, the damn thing tinked.  How the hell was he to hunt when his prey could hear him coming from a mile away????

The second reason was a bit more serious for Tony.  He had to talk to Ash.  But his body refusing to cooperate right now (and his mind), he had no way to talk to the Ulfric, and he was sure the man did not speak wolfspeak.  You know the kind "Woof woof, bark bark".  It had Tony frustrated more than he would ever admit, but who the hell was he going to admit it too?  Not like anyone could understand him anyway.  He was honestly ready to destroy someone's shoes at this rate, which would be a bad thing, so he bolted.

Bolted out of the pack house and deep into the woods, running until he felt like he was flying.  His fur felt the wind blurring past him, his senses on full alert as he just ran, ran until he couldn't run, then ran more.  He had no idea where he had ventured off too, coming to a stop, panting heavily, gathering up enough strength to let out the most frustrating howl any wolf could muster.  It was soulful and loud, mournful and yet held the sound of loneliness so deep, how could one not be drawn to it?

Huffing and just flopping, he stared at his surroundings, muttering things to himself with a sigh.  He had to figure out a way to talk to Ash, someone had to read minds, or be like a wolf whisperer.  Right?

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Ishmaels Lament


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Date: Jan 7, 2009
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Ishmael stood on the land of his estate with an antique rifle tucked beneath one arm. Dove hunting was a common pastime he had enjoyed since childhood, but the season for it was almost over. Really he was finding more distraction now in simply being out in the crisp afternoon air and taking in a rare chance to be alone. His powers left him little room for privacy when anytime he got close to another person he could hear every thought that passed their minds. It left little room for privacy in his own head. Now as he breathed in the fresh air and walked the grounds with his greyhounds trotting just at his side he was almost in a peaceful mind set.


The two large gray dogs balked suddenly, their hackles raising and thin skin pulling back on their pointed jaws as they growled at whatever they sensed in the distance. Ishmael raised the rifle and looked down the barrel letting his eyes adjust to the distance where the dogs were looking. What he saw was no dove, but rather a wolf. At first he took aim to shoot the beast. Such things could be a nuisance on an estate that held prize winning horses and champions dogs, but then he stopped himself. Lowering the gun slightly he listened again with his mind unsure if there was some trick here. What he heard was a tumult of thoughts coming from the beast.


Letting the gun lower to his side, held still in that right hand he ordered the dogs back to the house in a guttural German command. All his dogs had been trained in German by their handlers. It was a common thing. Opening his mind to that of the beast in the distance he called it forward in open English that matched the thoughts he was receiving from his end.


I don't particularly care how lonely you are. You are trespassing here.


For most it might seem strange to be talking mind to mind with an animal, but in Ishmaels world there were far greater oddities. He was a collector of them actually, and this was just another thing filed away in the card catalogue of his mind. He watched with those speculative gray eyes as the wolf rose to his feet and moved forward, noting the appearance of a collar on the beast. It didn't even occur to him to raise the gun in case of danger. If the animal displayed any violent tendencies there were far subtler weapons at Ish's disposal for dissuading an attack.


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by the pale moon


my beast does howl

Posts: 11
Date: Jan 8, 2009
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Tony's head jerked up at feeling a voice inside his head.  Tresspassing was all the wolf heard.  Loping towards the male, eyes flicked to the gun then to the bald headed male, tail slowly wagging, ears forward, having no interest in harming anyone.  Why would he?  This guy spoke to him.  Coming to a stop in front of the male, he sat down and gazed up to the male, head cocking to the side like the RCA puppy, listening.  What was he listening for?  That haunting voice in his head. 

Tongue lolled out to the side, panting softly now as the wise bronze eyes stared up at the male's, showing him he was a bit more intellegent that some normal average wild wolf or stray.  He needed to be sure that who ever it was that was listening upstairs, really sent this guy to him, to help him.  Sneezing slightly, he tossed his head side to side, shaking off, that damn collar tinkling softly, causing him to give a snort and a huff. 

Did he really say something to me, or am I now hearing shit?

Shifting his weight, tail swished back and forth slowly, one paw slightly lifting to paw at him, a soft whine to follow.  It wasn't a whine of weakness, but one of hope, that this male could actually hear him.  Deciding to try, he inched closer, looking back to the male.

Can you really hear me?  Talk to me.  Please.

If this guy could hear him, he could be led to Ash.  He could get permission for him to be a part of the pack, perhaps be his translator, help him figure out what the hell was wrong with him, why his body was refusing to come out of the shift, and why, in the end, he didn't want too.

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