Congrats Covai :)

and good-bye my love :cry:

She was carried back to the same den and put back on her pile of fluff, which she immediately began gnawing on again. The twoleg just sighed and let the light disappear. Her paw was still sore, and it was hard to fall asleep, but after rolling around a few times sleep overtook the small pup.

The next morning she was tossed a bit of squirrel and the twoleg left her alone. He went through the hole in the wall and blocked it up, so she couldnt exit. She limped around the den looking for another way out, but it wasnt to be found. After forgetting to keep her foot up, and stepping on it hard she decided to keep to her pile of fluff that she slept in the night before. It was easier to not hurt it if she kept still.

By the time the twoleg had returned, near to twilight, she had torn apart most of the fluff and found another noisy-flappy thing to tear to shreds. It was a lonely day. And she was looking forward to another scrap of squirrel if he would give it to her.

However when he walked in he payed little to no mind to the young pup. More growling and nothing else. He did come and pick up her leg, which hurt very much. She squirmed and whined when he touched it and he winced and left her alone after that. The hurt didnt go away after he left her alone tho. He had twisted it when he had picked it up and it hurt. She continued to whimper.

After a few minutes of her whimpering the twoleg sat a dish of some very oddlooking and smelling water before her. It stung her nose and she backed away from the dish. However, when she looked up at the twoleg the expression he wore and his spiky smell had her lapping at the strange liquid. It tasted as stingy as it smelled and felt weird going down. It was oddly addictive. Looking up to the twoleg hurt her head terribly. His face was blurred and not focused. The little cub sat back on her haunches and shook her head trying to clear it. It felt heavy. She whined and looked up at the twoleg with pleading eyes.

He growled something at her and shook his head. She tilted her head at him, which made her dizzy. Why dont I know your name? She sat, shaking her head some more, waiting for him to answer.

Escort? It took her a moment to remember Dash instructing her not to enter the stable without an Asha'man or other initiate of the Black Tower with her. Her face turned bright red, but she still refused to apologize.

Annoyance and irritation raced through her but she kept her voice extremely calm. "I was only there to retrieve my dresses. These are all ones you bought for me in Sheinar." With the mention of the trip she was reminded of Dash laying in bed, cold as ice. He wouldn't ever realize how much he meant to her, would he? "I like them. And without them I am left with only two." She met his gaze, and found accusing eyes and the normal flat stare. She stared up at him with innocent eyes. "Have I betrayed any of my word?"

Racelle swallowed the lump that appeared in her throat as she looked upon the man leaning against the doorway. She repeated in her mind several times I've done nothing wrong. He jerked his head to the side and ordered her out. His tone was short, it still held little emotion but she knew what he was thinking.

She held her saddlebags to her chest and scurried out of the stable and toward the house. Dashiva kept a close step at her heels the entire way there and into the bedroom they two shared. She heard him shut the door as she began pulling out her dresses and putting them away. I wont apologize. I've done nothing wrong.

Racelle sighed vexedly as she lifted her grey dress over her head for a third day in a row. Since the escape attempt she was left with only two dresses. The other were all still in the saddlebags that hung in the still locked tack room of the stable. She had stepped wide of that stable since that night but it had been over a week and another half since then. Dashiva was up and training in the mornings again and things had gone back to the way they were so long ago before the trip to Sheinar.

Racelle had gotten used to having five dresses instead of the two she was left with now. I would not be betraying anything if I were to go and fetch those dresses. She knew she should ask before going, but Dashiva had been gone for some time now and she did not like the dirty feeling she had when she donned the dress. Also in those saddlebags where her needles and good thread. She still had her embroidery hoop but it was useless without a good needle. She hesitated only a moment before stepping out of Dash's house and making her way through the farm to the stable where her horse was kept.

Unsuprisingly the tack room door was unlocked again and the stable hand was nowhere in sight. She stepped in and found her saddle and untied the strings of her saddlebags. She didnt need to open them to know that her dresses and things were still there. She smiled to herself, proud that she had found no trouble in retrieving her things.

As she made her way to the wide doors of the stable that were swung open wide, she heard Rose make a low noise at her. She turned to her horse and walked over to her and stroked her nose. "Hello Rose, I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. I promise I'll bring you an apple about here soon." She patted her nose and turned back toward the doors where Dashiva stood watching her.

Racelle stepped aside once she was in kitchen and put her eyes on the floor as soon as Dalinar began speaking about her and Jocelyn's escape. She did not know what to say. She felt wholly responsible for her and the child's actions. She had apologized to Dashiva and on oath she would not leave without permission. She assumed Dash would explain all this to Dalinar but instead...

"Of course, we can discuss it in my office." He had shoved his plate away from him and was straightening from his chair. Dalinar nodded in acquiescence as Dash strode, slowly, past him and up the hallway. Vexed, Racelle darted past Dalinar through the doorway to Dashiva's side. She took his arm, but he shook her off and walked on his own. She sighed but let him. Besides, she worried about the stairwell more than the hallway. He may be strong enough to walk on his own, but she would be damned by the Light if he was going to further injure himself because he wouldnt accept help up the stairs!

He took them slowly and his jaw was set determinedly, but Racelle took his hand and refused to let go as he put a foot on the first step. As he ascended his grip tightened and he leaned heavily on the rail along the wall and her hand. He had really come a long way. The last time he had attempted the stairs he only made it half way before he had to sit down completely to gather his strength before continuing. This time he had made it all the way to the top of the stairwell without major difficulty. She was glad to see that he kept her hand in his as they made it to his office. She helped him around his desk and into his chair before taking a place along the back wall.

After the worry about Dashiva passed as he sat in his chair easily, her worry turned back to Dalinar. What would they do to punish someone for attempting escape?

*sad* thats unfortuate. i tried to get Crimson Fire back around here but that was the night he decided he was going to not talk to me anymore so...*more sad*

are there any other active wolf characters about? i really want more classes. i mentioned it before but nothing became of the thread...

happy birthday, love!!!! * gets him insanely drunk and pulls him away to her ...ehm...back room*wide grin* *

lol! he's getting there slowly but surely

and there will be BIG fireworks if it happens any time soon. not quite so much if it waits a bit... Dashiva's "girlfriend" is only just now being seen as a woman instead of an object around Dashiva's house...to the disappointment of Racelle

~Skyshadow~

Annoyingly, he tried to talk to her with that growling that the twolegs used. She looked up at him until he got up and started gathering a bunch of different things from around the room. When he turned back to her, he picked her up by the neck and lowered her into some kind of sling that he carried her in. She struggled in his hand, but dangling in midair she was powerless to avoid it. Sniffing around in her new surroundings she was caught unawares as they began moving and whined as she lost her balance and fell on her hurt foot. She stood up again, holding her paw up so as not to stand on it and peeked out of her carrier. They were crossing the stedding toward the forest. hunting! she cried into his mind and wiggled about. He snorted at her and shook his head when she spoke to him and she watched anxiously as they entered the trees.

The smells of the forest were welcoming to the young cub's nose. Trees and all the creatures around her tickled her nose and she itched to be let down to walk on her own. Her paw hurt though, and she knew there would be no need in attempting to walk without making so much noise they would scare away anything they might find. And her stomach was still gurgling. Twice she was put on the ground while the twoleg, whose name she still did not know, let loose one of his flying bolts. The first time he had dropped her to the ground and she had landed on her foot. She yelped and scared off the rabbit and whimpered as she was lifted up again without a word from the twoleg.

When his third bolt struck home in one of the rabbits Sky got tired of sitting still, and despite her hurt foot, ran to the small animal and finished the job of killing the thing herself. Its little neck broke between her teeth and she tore into its flesh hungrily. She ate most of the rabbit, but there was still a bit of meat on the thing when her stomach was full again. She tore the bits that she had finished with away and carried what was left to her new friend who had fed her. She dropped the bit of rabbit on the ground in front of him. ~eat~ Accompanying the message was the warm feeling of a full belly. He was the one who had made the kill anyway.

The next morning was just as Racelle had expected. Dashiva woke to find his arm around her and without any sort of reaction he took it away and tried to get out of bed. Racelle leaped from her place next to him and helped him up. Without a word or any sort of facial expression, as always, she helped him to the kitchen where he took a chair and watched her begin to prepare him breakfast. She had not spent her life living in an inn never learning to cook. Dash said nothing the entire time she did so, and even as she put a plate of food before him and sat down herself he didnt even look up at her.

Racelle took all this in stride, outwardly at least, inwardly she was extremely guilty and ashamed. Her actions were for good reasons at the time, and she could never take them back or regret them, but were they really worth the betrayal Dashiva had to feel toward her at this moment? Their silent meal was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Rising from her seat at the table in the kitchen she scurried to the door and opened it to find the M'hael staring back at her. Blinking a moment in suprise she hastily remembered herself and bowed. "Be welcome, M'hael." He stepped inside and she led him into the kitchen to Dashiva. The reason for his coming never entered her mind as she led him there. But one look on Dashiva's face when he looked at her brought it about. For the first time, after all of her attempts at escape, she was afraid of the consequences. She realized that all the times she had tried before, she had never made it out of town. What kind of punishment might be issued? Well..more than the look she got from Dashiva?

OOC: okay, Jocelyn this can involve you somewhat and rion if he wants to jump in. Dali, i know i said dash would be the one to start the thread but he's having some rough RL stuff goin on so i did it for him :p

The next morning was just as Racelle had expected. Dashiva woke to find his arm around her and without any sort of reaction he took it away and tried to get out of bed. Racelle leaped from her place next to him and helped him up. Without a word or any sort of facial expression, as always, she helped him to the kitchen where he took a chair and watched her begin to prepare him breakfast. She had not spent her life living in an inn never learning to cook. Dash said nothing the entire time she did so, and even as she put a plate of food before him and sat down herself he didnt even look up at her.

Racelle took all this in stride, outwardly at least, inwardly she was extremely guilty and ashamed. Her actions were for good reasons at the time, and she could never take them back or regret them, but were they really worth the betrayal Dashiva had to feel toward her at this moment? Their silent meal was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Rising from her seat at the table in the kitchen she scurried to the door and opened it to find the M'hael staring back at her. Blinking a moment in suprise she hastily remembered herself and bowed. "Be welcome, M'hael." He stepped inside and she led him into the kitchen to Dashiva. The reason for his coming never entered her mind as she led him there. But one look on Dashiva's face when he looked at her brought it about. For the first time, after all of her attempts at escape, she was afraid of the consequences. She realized that all the times she had tried before, she had never made it out of town. What kind of punishment might be issued? Well..more than the look she got from Dashiva?

OOC: okay, Jocelyn this can involve you somewhat and rion if he wants to jump in. Dali, i know i said dash would be the one to start the thread but he's having some rough RL stuff goin on so i did it for him :p

Dash's words tore at her. She knew it was no more than she deserved but after her moment of true loyalty to Dash he had still lost confidence in her. In time he had said... she let that suffice and nodded and began undressing for bed. Stripped off her over dress she folded it neatly into a drawer of a large, dark chest while trying to master her tears. She did not want to regret her escape attempt, but at the same time she hated betraying his trust as she did. More and more it was brought to her attention that he was her only form of friend in this Black Tower.

Her tears dried themselves as her thoughts wandered. She hoped it would not take long for him to forgive her actions. But fretting about it wouldn’t get her anywhere and she went and got in bed next to him. The first nights sharing a bed with Dashiva were awkward and often sleepless for Racelle but anymore it was just another night’s sleep. It happened on occasion that she might wake huddled next to him shielded from the cold by his body heat. But even that did not bother her anymore. She got in bed and blew out the small candle that sat on the small table next to Dashiva’s massive bed. In the dark she listened quietly to the sound of his breathing. It was not yet the unchanging rhythm of sleep but it was slowing slightly.

“Dash,†She spoke into the darkness. He did not stir, and so she turned on her side to look at the dark, shadowy form of his body. “I truly am sorry. Surely you must know that I’m not an oath breaker.†It was said in a half-whisper that she assumed Dash did not hear, for he never moved or said a word. Without thought she wiggled her way into his side. He slept on his back with his hands tucked behind his head and she found a spot beside him that took her into sleep in just a few moments. Her sleep was deep, and she remembered little of what she dreamed. Whatever it was she had dreamed, it must not have been pleasant, for when she woke, about an hour before dawn, her shift was wet with sweat and indecently exposing most of her legs. There was no one to see them, beneath the coverlet, but it still bothered her bunched up on the back of her thighs. She was surprised to find Dash’s arm around her, his hand on her hip. She had been with men before, and always the next morning it was awkward and it always felt foreign to her, but Dash’s arm around her this way felt soothing and familiar. She reveled in it a moment and turned her head to look up at him. His chest rose and fell with the rhythm of sleep.

She did not move, for fear of waking him. She knew that when he woke he would ask her for his breakfast and take his arm from about her and, as on the times when they woke so close together, he would ignore its happening and continue to treat her as he always had. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly and shifted in the laziness of newly-overcome sleep. She waited for him to realize he had hold of her and for the warmth of his arm to leave.

Dash muttered something that Racelle took for a thank you and let her guide him inside. He shook her free as they entered his bedroom and he but Jocelyn's staff into the armoir with the rest of his weapons. Racelle kept to his side as he limped to the bed and sat.

The guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She did not say a word and neither did he. She stood before him where he sat on his bed, waiting patiently for him to begin yelling at her. He looked up into her face silently, which was just as worse. His peircing eyes bore into her and her stomach knotted itself. She attempted speech but her unshed tears made the sound stick in her throat.

"Dash, I'm sorry." She managed finally, and the words came out of her in a rush of sudden confidence now that her voice returned to her. "I would not have acted so, had I known that you would yourself come after us. You know I miss my home and my father, he will have been so worried these last weeks. And...I swear tha-" She knelt down at his feet and looked up at him in the eyes. She had already made the vow to herself, she may as well say it aloud for his benefit. "I swear by the Light and by my hope of salvation and rebirth, I wont leave the grounds of the Black Tower without express permission." She swallowed the lump in her throat that had appeared as she spoke the irrevocable oath. Would that keep him from raising his voice to her?

Racelle noticed the tear run down Jocelyn's cheek with disgust. Was the girl such a coward? This would be Racelle's fifth unsuccessful escape, Dashiva had yet to abuse her in any physical way. Dashiva approached her, she could see with her peripheral vision and was taking her staff from her. She was still unable to bend her neck to look him squarely in the eye as he approached her and poked her leg.

"I have no weapons as you well know Dashiva. The only thing resembling it was a belt knife, the like of which is in a drawer in your bedroom."

He did not hear her, since he was limping, with extreme slowness, toward his open gateway barking orders. He leaned heavily on the staff he carried. When she was able to move again she turned her horse around and dismounted. She lead Rose through the Gateway and followed dismally toward the stable. It was only slightly off course toward Dashiva's house. It was slow going since Dash led the procession.

Dashiva found a stool to perch on as the two horses were unsaddled and placed back into the proper stalls. A groom was roused and the door to the room where the saddles were kept was locked. Racelle's eyes burned with anger. If she wished to leave, now she would have to make it on foot. Her stubborness told her there was a way but sense told her that was the end of her attempts at escape. The metalic click of the door locking shut was like unto the lock of a cell door.

She gave Rose a fond pat on the neck and rubbed her nose as Jocelyn's horse was still being unsaddled. On the verge of tears she remembered her father's face on the day she was presented with Rose. Silently one escaped down her cheek. Would she ever look on the face of her father again? With the thought her stubborness kicked in again and she whiped the tear with the back of her hand and vanquished all thoughts of her father for the time being. Currently, she needed to focus on the screaming match that would surely follow once she was alone with Dash. There would be time enough to plan a new escape at a later time.

As they made their way toward the house with Dash again at their head. Racelle was a few steps behind Dash, observing him. He was still so very weak. He did not need this much activity. He set a quicker stride but by the set of his jaw he was struggling. Then in one stride his staff slipped on a stone and Dashiva fell forward with somewhat of a strangled argh!

"Dash!" Racelle cried out to him and ran the few steps up to him and knelt down to him. He had managed to catch himself on his hands and knees, but he was panting heavily. She put a hand on his shoulder to help him up. Worry painted her voice as she spoke, "Are you okay? Come, I will help you back to your feet. We can already see the house, it isnt that far."

And suddenly she felt extremely guilty. Were it not for her escape he would still be in his bed demanding that she not leave the room on the instance that the sun left the sky as any other usual night. And now she may have caused him more days abed when she knew how unhappy it made him. Silently she made a vow that she wouldnt attempt to escape again. And then after it was already recited in the depths of her mind, she blinked. Was it not a very few minutes ago she was mourning the fact that she would never again see her father? Just a while ago she had thought she would begin her planning in a few days when Dashiva quit obsessing over her location every few minutes? And then again, her thoughts suprised her. It is worth it for his happiness...

The twoleg made more noises at her, and it was starting to make Sky angry. She knew that the noises he made was how he talked to other two legs but this she could not comprehend. She sent him an image of himself and his own smell and a questioning scent. Surely he would understand. He was wolfkin.

But it all came to nothing when his own message returned came with a scent that was unmistakably anger. She yelped at the severity of his message and hid herself in her little nest she had been dropped into. She whimpered there, wondering what she was supposed to do now. She looked around the den and saw that the entrance was blocked now. The big twoleg had found another of those noisy things that she had killed earlier and he had laid it on the big soft log and was staring at it without making a sound. She vaguely wondered what was so interesting about that noisy thing but somehow she found herself drifting into sleep.

When she woke her stomach gurgled to her and she knew that it was time for her evening meal. Every evening she was brought some form of rabbit or squirel or other small animal, but the entrance to the den was still shut. Timidly she approached the twoleg and lept up onto the big loggish thing and stood on the noisy thing he was staring at so silently. For a moment she obeyed his earlier command of silence but when his scent changed back to that spikyness from before she couldnt help herself. She knew he would recognize the feeling of hunger she felt in her stomach and to go with it she sent the image of a rabbit.

He had to understand. Her stomach spoke to her again.

"We should find a place to let the horses rest. We can continue to Caemlyn and be there by morning." She called to Jocelyn after a few hours of letting the horses run. The animals had had little to no excercise in the stable they had been kept in so she had let them run a bit extra, but it was more than time enough for a rest. She would not risk laming one or the other of them and having to share a saddle with the chit. It was lucky that the two found a suitable clearing for them to sit and to let the horses rest.

It was a relief to be out of the saddle. Racelle dug through her saddlebags and found a bit of bread and cheese and gave some to Jocelyn. They sat in silence, eating. Racelle would have given her best dress to close her eyes and rest as the horses did but she knew if she did she would waste too much time. Jocelyn was fidgeting and when it seemed she knew nothing else to do took out her quarterstaff and began swinging it about wildly. Racelle watched as it whirled about faster. Jocelyn had not seen the slash of light that widened and opened to admit none other than Dashiva himself. A loud crack of the staff on Dash's leg took him to the ground and Jocelyn was running toward her horse.

"Light!" Racelle cursed and was to her horse before Jocelyn was. Never minding the girl she had dragged along with her, she was on the saddle and had the mare healed in the opposite direction of the gateway and the three men that had followed them before Jocelyn had hold of her own. Racelle was nearly out of the clearing before a solid barrier held horse and rider in their place. "Not again..." She said to herself softly. Rose again was wide-eyed but after a moment she was calm again. Had she been able to move Racelle would have rubbed at her temples that were throbbing painfully. From the corner of her sight she saw Dash on the ground unconcious. Worry and panic raced through her as she attempted to turn her head to make sure he was just unconcious... Waiting atop her mount she attempted to get loose of her invisible bonds even knowing that there wasnt one. She felt Rose relax as much as she could being held in midstride as she was. Somehow, with patience she didnt know she had, she quietly waited for someone to drag her back to the Black Tower.

Her fidgeting must have worked because after the female wolfkin had left her half dropped the cub into a pile of that same stuff she had torn to shred for attacking her earlier. It smelled like the wolfkin man that had her just moments ago. He kneeled down in front of her and growled at her. Cofused, she tipped her head sideways and sent him her smell and name. The vision of the Sky before the water fell. She knew this wolfkin, but she hadnt yet learned his name. His smell changed and it still itched her nose so much that she sneezed in his face unknowingly.

OOC: shortest post ever but i'm laughing my ass off...luv u sol!!

OOC: here you go Dash :)

~ Racelle ~

Racelle gave over on her lunch some time ago and was now pushing the vegetables around on her plate. She wondered how much longer Dash would be with his work. About an hour ago he had nearly pushed her out of his office with instructions for her to help herself to the kitchen. He said it was too much of a distraction to keep her in the office with him. She smiled at the thought and her mind went back to the night before sitting in his lap, kissing him and talking with him. They had never actually had any sort of conversation that wasnt strictly necessary. She had very much enjoyed it. However, the rest of the night was extremely awkward. Sleeping in the same bed seemed more personal than it ever had before, yet in a good way. She certainly enjoyed his arms about her. He had never done that before. They had had nights where she had forgotten herself and instinctively snuggled against his back, but he had never before acknowledged her existance in the night except when she made any sort of movement to get up before dawn. But then, that morning when he had woken just before daybreak for his training, he was his original distant self again.

Her mind was then brought back from its reminiscing state by a familiar face. Nakor had entered the inn followed closely by an Asha'man she had not yet laid eyes on. The pair strode through the common room and toward Dashiva's office. It irked Racelle that she hadnt met this man before, as he was obviously an Asha'man just by his demeanor. Silent, stern and intimidating: his eyes watched everything and nothing at once. They disappeared into Dash's office and in a few moments Nakor was heading back towards the front of the inn. Racelle stood and almost made for Dash's office but she thought better of interrupting him and instead hurried out the door for Nakor.

Running up to his side she asked with breathy curiosity: "Nakor, who was that you brought to see Dash. I have never seen him before." Since her last futile attempt at escape she had paid more attention to the men of the Black Tower. In her mind she knew that she wouldnt attempt to escape again, and not just because of the oath she had sworn to prevnt her, but she was still much more comfortable when she knew that there were very few above the rank of Dedicated that she did not at least know the face of. The manner in which she had met Nakor would not reoccur.

Skyshadow yelped as the big twoleg caught her by the neck and hauled her up before her. Her tail stuck between her legs as she viewed the ugly twoleg in her face. He made that growling-like noise in his throat at her, and without warning, tossed her out the opening in the wall of his den. She hit the ground hard on her side, with her foot oddly beneath her. She had to squirm around to get herself upright.. Standing was a difficult thing, as her head was spinning and her foot was sore. She shook herself to try and make the feeling go away, in the process of this action she lost her balance, and had to catch herself with her front paw, yelping in pain, she fell backwards onto her haunches and whined

At this point one of the wolfkin women came and knelt next to her. She smelled of herbs and of the first place she had seen in the stedding. She sent Sky a feeling of assurance and calm. It soothed her somewhat as she picked up her foot and looked at it. She sent Sky an image of herself picking up the little cub as if it were a question. Sky licked the kin’s hand and she picked her up into her arms and carried her back into the den.

Entering the den again, the thing that Sky thought she had fixed rattled again and she flinched and wiggled about in the kin’s arms. She and the twoleg that had thrown her out the window exchanged noises. He smelled of aggravation and she of stern control and consternation. After their noises stopped, to Sky’s horror, the kin put her in the hands of the same twoleg that had thrown her out the window a few minutes before. Sky whimpered and wiggled around in his arms, hoping he didn’t throw her again.

Skyshadow roamed the Stedding contentedly, her belly full of rabbit. The place coursed with activity; Wolfbrothers and sisters walking about dutifully and conversing with each other, the wolves among them trotting alongside the twolegs. Sky was still getting used to all the smells of all the emotions and the noise and bustle of the Stedding. It was so extremely different from the quietness of the forests. Thoughts of wandering out into the forests were common in her little mind, but today she felt compelled to explore her still new home.

The wolves that walked among the people worried her more than the twolegs did. The twolegs didn’t stare at her as she walked past, but the bigger cubs and some of the grown wolves that she saw about gave off smells that she still didn’t quite know what to make of. They made her uneasy. There was one dark colored cub that made her put her tail between her legs just by his smell. She had quickened her slow plod to a trot after catching it. He scared her and she took a sharp turn into the nearest den.

It was one of the big dens that were made of trees. She darted into this one and turned quickly once inside to watch the entrance where she had just come from, expecting the bigger cub to follow her in and chase her back to her own den. But endless moments passed and Sky could neither hear nor smell the scent of him, and her entire body relaxed.

Looking around the den, she took in the smells. It smelled of man, and the familiar sharp, itchy smell of the weird den that she always stepped clear of. She wandered about the small room, sniffing at this and that on the floor. A bit of come soft something laid on the floor at the bottom of a big log it looked like, but when she put her front paws up on it, it wasnt hard like a log was. It was... squishy... and taller and bigger than a log would be. Deciding she would save the odd log for later, she went back to the thing on the ground. Sniffing at it, the smell felt vaguely familiar. She had not come into contact with many of the wolfbrothers, but she could not recall the form that went with the smell. Writhing about and rolling over it, she somehow managed to be laying on the floor, and the stuff covered her small body completely. Tossing her head about, she couldnt get it off of her, she whimpered softly as she wiggled aobut trying to remove it. Struck with an idea she rolled around and managed to get free of it. Backing away, she growled at it savagely. Jumping on top of it, she took hold of it and pulled. It made a satisfying noise as it was torn to shreds by her sharp teeth.

Once the...whatever it was...was properly torn to many shreds she went back to the big log. She tilted head at it, wondering what to do about the thing. After a moment's contemplation, she hunched backwards, putting her weight on her back feet and launched herself upward. She caught her front paws on the top of it and pulled herself up. She noticed that the same stuff that she dug her claws into to get up on the log was the same stuff she had ripped up on the floor. Looking around this new thing she had found, she found something else she had never encountered before. It was square and had an old smell about it. She approached it carefully, and reached her nose toward it carefully, licking a corner of it and taking in its smell. In a moment’s harsh wind, the object did the strangest of things. Parts of it jumped up and made a loud rattling noise. It scared the young pup and in her fright she attacked it; she tore at it with her claws, and pieces of it flew everywhere. After but a short moment of this, she felt the thing properly disposed of and backed away from it. It was ragged looking now and, she assumed, harmless. The wind had died completely and the room was still. Walking back over to the thing, the light breeze made it ruffle again and Sky growled at it. Laying on top of it, so it would be quiet, she began gnawing on the corner of it. Just to be safe she would make perfectly sure that it wouldn’t do that loud noisy thing again.

can i say that i successfully finished com and hunting 1?? :D i dont know hte reqs for the classes so i dont know what qualifies as finished or not. pretty sure i was finished for comm1 tho..

Racelle Colford

BT Civvie

annoyed and still in the black Tower

it wont update! i've fixed it like three times, and it says it updats but it hasnt changed....