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[Chris]

<sup>The sky was nearly black, an evening array of beautiful navies and grays, mixed in with the main allure of ebony streaks. The white clouds from the daytime had painted themselves in evening wear and now nearly blending with the overhead rise. Scrowe's pale blue gaze was like a reflection of the crescent moon above, as she trod along, nearly disappearing in the long cattails and over boding mist. With a gentle twist of her frame, she pad through shallow puddles, and attempted at best to avoid and holes or obscene roots that would cause a broken foot, or worse, her death. You would need to be careful here, and only an experienced wolf or a group should travel into this marsh terrain. It was just common sense, something, thankfully, she had been well blessed with. Mixed feelings swirled through her stomach liked caged moths and she stopped uncertainly . One wrong move, and it could be over for the gray female. Something just wasn't quite right, and she didn't want to move forth another step. Too wary. Alert wolf, her mind screamed, and she paused. Perhaps she was overreacting. She couldn't honestly be this freaked out over something that still hidden. Nodding firmly, she kept walking. She was not going to become fearful.

What she saw next was quietly a relief. Just a dead carcass, possibly a moose, possibly an elk. She really couldn't tell because it seemed even the bone had been eaten away. But taking a closer look, she corrected herself that it was only sunken into the dirt. And quite frankly, she wasn't that interested in digging up animal skeletons. But she couldn't help but admire the sun bleached bones. Looking at their arches and spherical nature, also inspecting the twisted and crumpled way the creature had died.Yawning tiredly, she trod on, her pale feet hitting in unison a premature ancestry trail.She was exploring Izlandi. And that was what she was going to stick too. Her eyes blinked once or twice before closing fully and her paws were lifted high, murky water dripping off of them. She looked back at her own footprints and smiled. A lasting memory that would be here forever. She hoped her relatives would see these, and remember the wolves of her time. These beautiful times of peace and quiet.

Like a wounded sparrow, the scowl on her face could of mistaken for clenched pain. It was killing Scrowe inside to be without a pack, or even a companion. An entirely new home. That was what she was going to have. New friends, new favorite destinations, no more blue moons, no family, love. The last one made her spine tingle and she smiled to herself. Love. It was something she really had wanted. And she had come very close, to betraying her promise to herself. But she managed to fight it off, and break the heart of a wolf who's name now she didn't really remember correctly. Mooglo? Or was it Monglo?. It just proved how unimportant he was to her, and it opened her eyes even further to careful choices and proper decisions. Not that it didn't mean she wouldn't want to have "adult fun" with a couple of willing males, she was just wanted someone who could understand her and be her friend, not a female, too chatty. She wanted someone that could be there for her when she needed them most, and right now. She had the perfect chance to create the perfect life, or screw it up completely. And all Scrowe could scream in her head for was the former.

Her feet quickened and she suddenly found the end of the marshy trench and began to scoop out a foothold for her to hoist her body weight onto. One foot, then the other, claws dug deep into the drier dirt on the other side, last leg. There. She was at the top. Sighing heavily to herself, she stood up and looked around. All the brilliance like a Navajo dream. Her pace quickened and she thought she heard a voice. Quickly she turned on her heel, looking off into the quiet and seeing the path she had just created. We are small she thought absentmindedly. All the while, thinking off the noise she had heard, and where it had come from.

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Do, do doodoo the song rang in his mind. He was really feeling in an uppity mood right now. Really, pretty-making as he called it. Sure, maybe he had his own language. It was a bit dull and anti-correct grammar; but he loved it anyway. Having the upper hand on a conversation was always interesting. Or really, hilarious. It was funny how they nodded as if they actually understood you; but they really had no clue. Most of the time Pat's secret languages stayed simply in his own mind. He was a very intelligent person, and his 'other language' was almost the sign of oblivious stupidity. So only if he was feeling this bubbly would he ever, perhaps, talk this way. He didn't want to be seen as stupid, because that was totally bogus. Pat was a simply earnest and humble person. He rarely did anything that was way over the top. Most of it was done quietly and simply. He was the quiet guy in back of class. Being bubbly was perhaps a way for him to mean coming out of his shell. When he was not excited or clear minded he was just dull. As soon as something caught his attention or shocked him out of skin would he reach such an uppity level of bubbly. Right now he was in the middle. His normally dull green eyes were dancing with the light of intense concentration and bliss. So, the longer he was bubbly the better. As soon as he faded away, he would reach a point of nothingness. This is when he became so calm, and such a push-over. He would be so distiled that he was almost like some pound of meat without a brain. He rarely got angry, and was almost far to calm in most situations that he needed to add the edge of panic to survive.. Anger was bogus. Hatred and revenge was also pretty useless. Not always necessary; but Patrick had rarely become angry in his life. Normally his mind was so blank and clouded that he could barely even fight back.

But not now. He was in good shape. The revelation of a new home and even newer comrades had caused his senses to pull an acrobatic back flip. He was more and more smooth and intelligent now as he moved along a slender creek. Long legs pushed him forward with undiscovered intelligence, and his movements seemed almost in-human. This was bubbly if it ever was. Normally he moved like some sick puppy wandering without a reason. Now he actually looked like he had a reason in the world. All the senses around him were enlightened. Every detail was more exact and every color a vibrant shade. The truth was, Patrick was almost possible that this 'bi-polar' type of thinking was some sort of condition. He had always been like this as a child. He could be so depressed and quiet one minute, then moving along as the most beautiful creature ever born with the confidence to match. Truthfully, he had lived most of his life in the black abyss of nothingness. Either his parents were completely oblivious to their sons changing mind and personalities, or they were careful not the mention anything so that he wouldn't see himself as some sort of disabled freak. He could never tell which. However, the periods of 'bubbly' were almost too short lately. It was like they were just teasing him by not lasting long enough. He would grip and hold on to intelligence and knowing as long and as clear as he could; but then he would just descend into nothingness and hide in his 'shell' once again. Maybe this was why he could never get into a good relationship. There was no way to even understand him and what he was going through. Half the time when he became dull and bogus; he didn't even know. Not until he felt the light of bubbly and concentration did he even realize the area of stupidity he had dropped to a moment ago.

The bubbling of the creek in his ears he could catch every roll of liquid water over every smooth stone. Every branch turned or leaf spiraling down to the ground echoed in his mind. Every step that he took he could hear the soft river-creek sand grate under his paws and leaving an indent in the muck. Even as his legs cut across the light gloom of the mist that came down from the Sweeping Plain he could hear his flesh rip and destroy the thick air. Eyes dancing in the light of the sun, he turned his almost bright glowing face down toward the creek. It took time for his eyes to adjust, as if it was an expensive High Definition Camera that took time to load. The picture was crystal clear, his reflection staring back up at him with the amazing bubbliness. A smile was creased on his features. He really was glowing. Glowing with his own handsome appearance. Whether the 'bubbly' actually made him more handsome then normal he could never tell. Maybe he was always this beautiful, and he just could never tell with his old satellite t.v. bogus vision. Maybe being bubbly made you feel better about yourself, which in turn could form two things. Either you find the handsome or pretty in you, or the confidence in yourself just makes you appear beautiful and pretty-making. "This is so bubbly"

he said, his voice smooth and flowing as he spoke to himself in the flowing creek. With the sound of his own voice echoing in the silence, it made him realize how lonely he was. His paws crashing into the water with a resolute thud, his reflection and beautiful image was shattered as he crossed the creek. Using his intense senses to his advantage, he rose his nostrils to the sky and took in a long whiff of air. Hoping to find another creatures scent, he soon found his hoping to be fulfilled as a smell of a female came flowing to him on the breeze.

And she wasn't that far away.

Closer then he thought. Immediately, his body pivoted in her direction. Eyes dancing back and forth as he surveyed the landscape; he was waiting and watching for any movement of the female wolf. Slender salmon pigmented tongue flowed form his jaws to pant silently, without even burning energy. Being so bubbly was almost too much to handle on his normally dull senses, and he felt it almost draining. It was not long before he set off in the direction of the smell. Movements once again elongated to a beautiful brilliance as he quickened his pace so that he could reach his destination with more ease then lazily taking him time. The closer and closer he came, the more the smell of dead dying flesh became clear. He had never once come across the smell of a dead animal when he had been so bubbly. The smell was utterly and horribly disgusting. Not because it was dead and molding; but because he found it so delectable. He had never actually thought about it; so at this point it was almost too much to handle. Pushing the smell of the carcass out of brain as much as he could, he was finally able to find the owner of the smell. It was a female. Slender, beautiful, attractive. All her features and even her worst ones were enhanced ten fold with his bubbliness, and he felt almost to obsessive as he stared at her. Biting his lip he lowered his head, trudging forward as he made way toward her. Upon coming closer he pulled on a handsome smile and tried not to seem so forbidding. "Hey there..."[/color] he said kindly, his voice dripping with unnatural confidence in the ways of manners and being polite, "Admiring the scenery are we?"[/color] he asked, ending the sentence with a clear old question. Nothing was too pushy but his glowing eyes glued to her as he awaited her answer.

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Note: whoop. He doesn't have any super power thing to see everything clearly. He's just so used to being dull that seeing and acting like a normal wolf is somehow very amazing.
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