Wandering through the woods. [open to all]

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Historia-Ann looked down at the pup in what could've been described as horror, but also pure shock. How could the little fae tell? When it came to lying about her name, Historia-Ann was a pro. Had this little one snuffed her out? Icy blue eyes narrowed in on the little pup with wonder, and almost amusement. Maybe this little one had a right to know her real name. "You are smart, Maeve." Historia-Ann whispered softly. She would tell this young fae her name later.

The males words surprised her. He didn't want to fight her for any reason. It showed in her eyes. This was clearly very different from what Historia-Ann expected. He was like Dart. Historia-Ann didn't say anything, as Maeve rushed up towards the male. The fact that Maeve wanted the male to stay brought conflict within Historia-Ann.

Had she not felt any attatchment to Maeve, Historia-Ann would've turned and left the little fae now. Sadly, however, Historia-Ann wanted to give Maeve the protection that Historia-Ann had never received from her Mother. She could not fight her instinct. Besides, if the male didn't want a fight, then maybe Historia-Ann could give him a chance, like she had with Dart. "I am willing to surpass my comfort levels for this fae." Historia-Ann stated, much calmer now. She looked down at the little fae, offering her a slight smile, enhancing the already pretty features of Historia-Ann.

Watching the male bow, Historia-Ann half understood the gesture. She followed after him, deciding to at least try and make peace, for Maeve's sake. "My name is Anistoria." she mumbled, this time, without hesitation. If Maeve spoke up again, then Historia-Ann knew she would be forced to reveal herself, despite her wishes of keeping hidden.

Slowly and cautiously, Historia-Ann advanced towards the male and Maeve, stopping a short distance, just to keep safe. She watched the Maeve carefully through emotionless, icy blue eyes. Despite the neutral facade, a caring, motherly touch hid behind the icy blue eyes, everytime the landed on Maeve. The look that hid behind Historia-Ann's eyes, was a remembrance of the look that Evermore used to give Historia-Ann, before Rose-Ann claimed her daughter back.

 The thought of Rose-Ann made Ani shudder. The best way to sum her Mother up, was evil. A cruel, heartless spirit, who embodied a beautiful fae. Yes, despite the hate, rose-Ann was beautiful. Historia-Ann had gotten her looks from her mother, but not her heart or her eyes. Despite not knowing her Father, Historia-Ann knew deep inside that her father had passed down a good heart, and beautiful eyes.

 "Does anyone know the area we're in?" Historia-Ann asked softly, looking around. Should pack members come, especially males, Historia-Ann wanted to be ready, in case they were the rough sort of males.

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Maeve ;


Maeve was surprised by Ani's words. She was smart? How? If anything, she was rude. Her mother taught her better than to point out others incorrect information. It wasn't her place to declare that she knew when others were lying to her. Maeve nodded to herself, peering up at Ani apologetically. She would have to apologize to the pretty fae later. She knew Ani must have a secret for not telling her the truth, so Maeve deserved to feel guilty about pointing it out. At least until she could give her a proper apology.

Maeve listened to Ani speaking to the lupe, who was named Eranadon. She reffered to herself as 'Anistoria' again. The young little fae hung her head guiltily, hiding her eyes from the older wolves. When she mustered the courage once more, she rose from her spot and watched as Eranadon introduced herself. Her optics widened in surprise, curiosity and confusion as he bowed down. The young fae tilted her head to the side as she watched him. A sudden smile overtook her features as she mimicked his introducted. She bowed down, wiggling her rump while she attempted to tuck her one paw beneath her. Her limbs wobbled and she tumbled over clumsily. Quickly rolling back on her stomach, she grinned up at the big brute. "My name is Maeve." She told him, her shyness returning.

Maeve was surprised when she heard Ani say she would stay. The young fae glanced up, watching as Ani offered her a warm smile. They didn't even know each other that well, and not only that but she had introduced herself on a lie and Maeve caught it -but despite that, she still decided to stay. Maeve's tassel perked up and wagged joyously. It was still too soon to call Ani a friend, but at least she now knew she would have some company to fill her next few days.

Again, this was new to Maeve. The sheer fact that she got to meet other wolves was enough excitement for her. But now she had the chance to actually spend time with someone. She could learn more about Ani, and maybe even Erenadon. He was in fact traveling by himself -just like Maeve and Ani, so she wondered if the lupe may be feeling lonely too. "Eranadon," Maeve spoke up, flicking her gaze down at her paws shyly. "If you want, you could stay with us for a little bit." She peered up at him with curious, adorable "puppy-dog" eyes.

Maeve glanced around at her surroundings. For the first time since entering this thick, mossy part of woods she realized she had been exploring a pack's territory. The idea made her nervous, and thrilled her. She had never been in a pack, or even seen one before so she had no clue what to expect. The little fae jumped to her paws and sniffed at the air, wiggling her tassel a bit. "I dunno," She confessed. "But it rains a lot here."





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Notes l OMG. SO SORRY for the super long delay. I lost my muse ugh and I've been trying so hard to get it back. Sorry sorry! I'm still off my A-game, but hopefully I'll get on my reply grind soon. >_>"

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Erenadon

    Erenadon's gaze passed between the two females. He honestly hadn't expected any of this.
    
    "Very well, if you are truely fine with it. Then I shall stay and lend a paw to you two." Erenadon said as he stood there. "I'm afraid I don't know where we are. I know there is a pack nearby but other than that, I know nothing."

    Erenadon's torn ear twitched as he stood there. The brute was surprised that the younger female wanted him around. Normally, a wolf her age would be frightened by his sheer size, coloring, and his eyes. That and he wasn't the most sociable wolf there was.


OOC: sorry guys. I can't think of anything else to type. sorry that it's so short.)

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Historia-Ann knew she would have to keep her eyes on the male, despite the fact that he hadn't been aggressive towards her. If her step-brother, step-father, and the other males in her pack had been kind, Historia-Ann knew she wouldn't have male problems. If her Mother, and pack had been kinder, then she wouldn't have problems with meeting others her age or older. She would trust people with her real name, and not have to lie about her name.

Historia-Ann watched the younger fae play around. Her heart began to ache with the pain of her feelings. She would never, ever get a chance to act like her ever again. She envied Maeve for her pure innocence. But the envy didn't get in the way of her feelings of protection over Maeve. The instinct couldn't be fully described as Maternal, seeing how Historia-Ann became a fully-grown fae just last year. But they could be described as a sibling relation, not like the one she and Carnage had. Historia-Ann tried to grasp a word for the feeling, but none came to mind. She let out a soft sigh, before icy blue eyes moved to Erenadon as he spoke.

Historia-Ann's eyes icy blue eyes moved from Erenadon, then to the ground. There were signs of footprints, not all the same. Some were big, bears, cougars, squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits, elk, and the footprints she desired most to find; wolves. She would remember them well. With a stretch, Historia-Ann allowed her bones to crack, relaxing an unwanted stiffness.

"Let's not work ourselves to find them today." Historia-Ann murmured softly, looking up to the sky, icy blue eyes sparkling. She moved, long, lush golden-spun pelt showing each movement the fae made, as she walked a little farther away. "I suppose we're all hungry. Maeve, I'm sure you are. Historia-Ann said, her already soft voice growing softer as she turned to regard the fae. "I suppose I'll go hunting. Why don't you two find a place to rest?" Historia-Ann asked, although it was more of a demand.

She didn't want Maeve to be injured by following with her. Historia-Ann felt that whoever followed her, died. Evermore, her friends as a pup, Noa, and possibly Primrose, Mira and Dart, all those whom meant something in her life. She felt that Maeve would be safer with Erenadon, despite the natural distrust Historia-Ann felt for the male. The fae shook her head. She promised to set her discomfort aside for Maeve, who seemed to really want the male to stay with them.

She felt the demanding side of Rose-Ann rise within herself. Historia-Ann innerly hissed at the thought of her. Pure hatred boiled inside her. It flashed in her eyes. The usual kind glaze in Historia-Ann's eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold, hateful glaze. Her body noticeably tensed, and she suddenly looked like she was ready for murder. She was completely unaware of both Maeve's and Erenadon's presence in her current state.

Under the harsh anger and hatred she felt for Rose-Ann, she couldn't help but imagine what her unknown Father would look like, or say. Just the thought of him relaxed Historia-Ann. Her body relaxed,and in her eyes returned the gentle, kind, trustworthy gaze. Hopefully, the two didn't think much of it.