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Post by Rose on Dec 30, 2009 0:06:02 GMT -5
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Aliander stood on the wood fence, her eyes watching all of the horses. A song was in her head her father had sung to her as a child. It still came as clear as a whisle as she sung it to a near by mustang, who was watching the young girl. Hush abye, go to sleep my little baby. When you wake you shall have all the pretty little ponies. Babies riding up to dream land. Blacks and bays dapples and greys, running in the night. When you wake you shall have all the pretty little ponies. Can you see the little ponies dance before your eyes? All the pretty little ponies will be there when you arise. She sang, tears swelling in her eyes, threatening to drip.
She whiped her face and backed up from the rail, the mustang reared, a rancher saw her and was going to ask what she was doing there, but she ran. Her legs fast for a five year old. She made it to a small rabbit hole and striped down, the warren had died of poison she had watched them, the white blindness is what they had screamed out. She had seen to much for her young self, all would erase, never. She shifted forms, her red hair filling her body. Eyes changing into oval slits, deadly and sly. She cried out as the pain wrecked her body. Then she stood still, her black paws on the ground, she slipped in the hole and pulled her cloths down leaving them there as she ran out of the hole.
She trotted in the field. Deer grazed happily letting her walk between them, no threat to a buck or fawn. Her eyes ran over their antlers, all so diffrent, all unique like her finger prints. She smiled as she leaped on a small rock, it's warmth making a protection blanket around her, whiping her memory for a moment as she watched the bucks tussle. Their antlers clashing and then they would grunt and go back at it, bangs and thuds sounding through the feild. Yearlings play fought with their spikes and some with forks. She smiled and chased after a yearling that had been picking on a baby with smaller antlers. She licked it and nipped its tail. The baby leaped up and chased after her with it's spikes as she ran barking and yapping and the buck grew more of a brave side, it slipped away and fought the other yearling winning this time as it chased the other off. Ali smiled and went back to her perch and dozed off. back warm as the sun beat on it.
Her ears flicked in her sleep, this was where her fairy tale ended, nightmares filled her sleep making her hate it. She woke up and stayed up watching the deer fight while the does browsed the new leaves and oats horses had drug out to the feild.
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Post by wolflegend on Dec 30, 2009 0:31:06 GMT -5
 Katelyn krept up behind the other shifter, trying her hardest not to frighten it. She was in her shifted form: A white German Shepherd dog. "Hello, little girl. I am Katelyn." She told the fox shifter. "That was a very pretty song you sang back there. Where did you learn it?" She said as she came in front of the little girl. Katelyn hoped she didn't sppok the small child, but she had a way of doing that. She usually spied on people and then confronted them after a fwe hours or so. She had had her eye on this small shifter ever since she came out her. She had police instincts, what else would do it? Katelyn was curious. That's all there was to it. Curioustiy and sneakyness (sp?) was all her. "please don't be frightened. I am a shifter like you. Don't worry." She said to her. OOC: VERY low muse right now...sorry....I posted as much as I could..... |
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Post by Rose on Dec 30, 2009 0:46:49 GMT -5
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Ali jumped from the rock. Landing perfectly on her paws facing the dog. She felt her hair bristle then she relaxed and climbed back on her perch. Hello! I'm Aliander, call me Ali. She pulled her tail around her paws as she sat, a feline position, but hell they said foxes were half cat half dog anyway!
Ali gave a grin with a tooth hanging out and licked at a whisker that was bothering her. She smiled brightly, her brilliant smile always wanting to play. Meanwhile, the bucks had scattered away, yearlings chasing after their small batchler herds and does running with fawns, all to saftey. Ali watched them stand at the end of the forest where it meet the clearing where the stables lay.
Ali jumped down from her perch and walked under the german shepard. Her red coat looking shades darker under the bright white dog. She walked back infront of "Katelyn" and smiled again. She wagged her fluffy tail, she was in a human mood not her usual sly fox mood, and tis was best for the dog.
Ali felt her heart relax, still shy around new shifters, but she was getting use to it since she had moved her with "Betress" she never called her mother mom, only by her first name. She had a deep welling hatred for the woman. Mother daughter bond pfft wo ho ever said that lived a good life! She snorted to herself and looked back at the dog. Waiting for something interesting to happen.
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Post by wolflegend on Dec 30, 2009 18:59:27 GMT -5
Katelyn Chuckled. What are you doing all the way out here? Where are your parents? She asked.
Wouldn't they be worried if you wondered off from the, all the way out here?" She asked the little girl, now wearing a small grin on her mouth that went perfect with her perfect features. She shifted back to human, fully clothed already. Her necklace glowed blue and then feinted to silver: its original color.
Katelyn was an adept shifter; she could harness all of her power into one tiny thing, but it took a lot of energy and only the most adept could do it.
If she didn't ave her braclet or neckalce (Which ever it was at the time), she coldn't shift. If someone got a hold of it then they would have her shifting power. If the little animal on te chain was opened (it was a locket sort of neckalce/bracelet) her shifting power would be released. If the neckalce or bracelet was shattered, she could no longer live.
OOC: short 'cause I working on my story... =)
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Post by Rose on Dec 30, 2009 21:11:20 GMT -5
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Ali grimaced when she asked where her parents were. I don't enjoy their presence. She would go no further besides, and they are to busy either making out, having sex and selling themselves for drug money. To relize I left, let alone a fox lives in their household. She glared, not at Katelyn but just out of distaste for "Betress" and her husband. She would not go into detail about their beatings, or her sisters death. She needed a place to live, and they were her only chance of a roof over her head, and would not live in an orphange. Nor would she bring her rain of a cruddy life on her new friend.
Let's not go into detail please. She looked like a cop, her human form, sleek muscular build and well she was a german shepard! What german shepard shifter WASN'T a police officer! As a matter of fact, she was sure a fox shifter was the officers worest nightmare, sly and cunning were her middle name, but she knew better then to steal, or kill, unless of course it was a pesky feild mouse then she killed OH NO! She was a murderer! Gasp!
She smiled, laughing at her revelation. Where are you from? You seem a police type, slim and muscular, and well... German Shepard. She gave a ali grin, pure at heart and sweet sa sugar then leaped, shifting in mid air and landing crouched on the rock before sitting normally, cloths intact. She had learned how to shift with and without cloths on, she had never not been able to shift, it rang so purely in her blood line. Betress the only one unable to shift.
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