Posts by Maelstrom Wanderer

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Maelstrom had been surprisingly bold in deciding to get it, but now he wasn't so sure. It wasn't just the pain - though there was that - but he didn't know if it would be appropriate. It certainly wasn't traditional. Wave Leader wouldn't have approved. But many Clanmates had such things, and he wasn't trying to be special, or stand out, or anything like that. With Tidal's grave lost to the city they had lived in, he just wanted something to remember his brother by.

His paw rose up, prodded at the human things - which were just needles of several different thicknesses - dubiously. They looked sharp. Set up between two of the houses in the village, out of the way, the vibrant blue wolf alternated his stare between the green stud and the needles, and wondered how he was going to manage to stab himself through the ear. Both physically and mentally. 'Wasn't like he was tough or anything, not like Edward or Jonathan or anyone like that.

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As much as Maelstrom was coming to understand how dearly he held WindClan in his mind's eye, the lanky wolf still found his paws tingling on occasion, aching for the vast distances he had traveled earlier in life. When the feeling took him, he didn't leave, not really. Maelstrom just left the camp, let his nose guide him until he hit the border or some other distinctive place, and then he would stop and think of nothing at all. That was rather nice.

Sometimes, especially recently, it felt like his brain was striving far beyond it's capacity, and it had to keep restarting as a result. His blank patches hadn't grown more frequent, or longer, but it was still disturbing to not remember what you'd just thought about or said or done.

With the specific intent of not thinking about that, Maelstrom left the village behind him. He picked a random direction, though not one he'd gone before, and the cobalt canine went a little slower than was usual, mindful of the fact that their whole territory had not yet been explored. Who knew what creatures might lurk in the unseen shadows that their feet had yet to shed light on? That sent a short shiver down his spine, but he pushed on regardless. The chance of there being something - a dragon, maybe - large enough to eat him was slim, and it was a simple fact that he could not confine himself to camp until the entirety of the territory was mapped out. With the exception of being ordered to - and perhaps not even then - Maelstrom was confident he'd go insane if he couldn't go out.

Soon enough, the simple pleasure of walking sent the fear away, and the WindClanner found him enjoying himself. In the distance, a strand of thick trees marked the top of a hill, and he rather thought it would be a good place to stop and rest. It was rather hot out - fall didn't have a strong enough grasp to always be cool yet - and the shade from the sturdy branches invited him along. With a burst of good humor he surged forward, taking playful leaps and twists as he went, glad enough to celebrate his relative freedom when there were no eyes to see.

Maelstrom reached the stand quickly, dashing through the piles of leaves that gathered around gnarled trunks like some kind of shed skin. He weaved his way through the trees, still moving at a good clip, intent on reaching the other end of the small almost-forest before stopping for rest. His guess had been right - it did feel good in the shade - but his tongue, lolling out of his mouth, was dry and swollen. The only thing that would make his little jaunt just that much better would be finding a puddle or something where he could take a nice long drink. In only a short time, water still heavy on his mind, the wolf pushed through the last of the trees and layered bushes, and stopped short, honestly taken aback.

Spread out at his feet, beginning at the foot of the hill that the small forest was perched on, a giant body of water rolled thickly in the dull, hot breeze. Even from this distance, Maelstrom could see the clarity of it, and as he lurched closer to the locked in lake it just became more obvious how pristine the water was. Deep, deep in the depths, the wolf's eyes caught swift, flashing movements, maybe of fish but possibly just some trick of the light. For the moment, he didn't much care.

They swam a decent amount in his former pack. He felt no fear as he approached the water, just a childish eagerness to move about, take a drink and cool off from the sun. His long legs spread out as he began to speed up, and before long Maelstrom was racing down the hill, barreling towards the lake. At the small, sandy shore - now feeling the water lap at his paws - and then the blue wolf leaped as far as he could in a semi-graceful dive that took him several feet into the lake. In this area, the bottom dropped off sharply, and there was nothing under his feet as he landed in the delightfully cool water. For one glorious moment, head held high, barely registering that he was strangely buoyant, Maelstrom enjoyed the sensation of the cold liquid tugging at his pelt, releasing his heat.

And then he opened his mouth.

It was an automatic reaction. He was thirsty, and the water promised a refreshing drink. But what flooded his mouth was not by any stretch of the imagination refreshing; not even Egg could have said that it was. The sudden shock of huge amounts of salt deposited on his tongue made Maelstrom gag violently, and sputter, and cough, and all the while he just kept inhaling more of the foul tasting water, a vicious cycle he couldn't seem to stop. Shortly the wolf began to flounder, and very shortly he would begin to sink.

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rakue/fullmetal: will have your threads up by tomorrow, please stand by. XD

Hopey: Definitely interested! We would need to figure out why they don't continue with their relationship - I imagine maybe because Mael just doesn't feel like he's connecting properly with her or something? I'm also open to other ideas on Blair's part as well! As for their first interaction thread, would you like to make?

Silvy, I'm wondering what Lux thinks about this. How would Rhy react? Do you think they both might be harsh towards him? (Which would be fine.) although it would crush the poor bby. Or would Rhy take a different stance, stand up for him? Just eager to plot this out before jumping in to it. Though Lux, if you would really like Rhy to get mad by herself, I'm sure we can work that out too.

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I wonder if Dorne has anything like winter. When he'd walked with Prince Oberyn, the tiger had mentioned that it was very hot there - and having been there, Maelstrom knew the truth of that - but he wasn't sure if that was year round. It was a curious question and his ears pressed back in thought. Rhymescheme would probably know.

Almost like the thought had summoned them, as Maelstrom rounded a corner her snake-thing came into view. Stopping suddenly, the dark blue canine eyed them warily, not particularly wanting to get into a conversation with the two headed creature. On the other hand, where the snake was, usually the adviser was not so very far away, even if she wasn't in immediate sight. Keeping his head totally averted, eyes away and praying the snakes would pick up the don't talk to me cues if they noticed him, Maelstrom skirted Hobah and Hazo and then picked up Rhymescheme's scent. It was fresh, and his tail gave a little, pleased jerk before he could stop it.

Paws picking up their pace, he hurried on his way, and it was only a short time later when the minuscule dragon came into view. Slowing himself down, abruptly conscious of the fact that Rhymescheme might not actually want to talk with him, Maelstrom approached with an apologetic expression and mincing steps already well ingrained into his persona. Hopefully she wasn't busy. Obviously he couldn't bother an adviser if they were doing something.

Head dipping and then staying there, the wolf cleared his throat and then rolled out his greeting. "Hello Rhymesch - good morning." Although it was probably closer to the afternoon now. Are you doing - how are you doing?" Probably too rude to just outright ask if she was doing anything important. She was a high position. Maybe she never stopped doing important things.

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Restless and anxious, Maelstrom had fallen into sleep the same way someone drowns in the ocean; struggling, exhausted beyond conscious thought and almost too tired to be afraid. For all that he was named for one of the fiercest storms known, the wolf didn't like them, didn't like the suddenness or the destruction or the way they seemed to flip the world into something completely different. Tonight the winds raged outside, and if the rain hadn't yet come, he had gone to sleep with the smell of it heavy in the air outside the little cabin he had chosen as his home within the village.

He dreamed, but then again, he always dreamed. If it was a nightmare, Maelstrom couldn't have said. His father was in it. A voice, released by the uncontrolled atmosphere of sleep, whispered that Wave Leader's presence guaranteed it to be a nightmare. Even if he couldn't shut the whisper up, he could still ignore it, and as Maelstrom shook on his belly in front of his father's indistinct figure he thought he heard a younger voice crying. Or maybe that was just himself. He'd done something wrong. He was always doing something wrong. Out of all of his siblings, Maelstrom was the weakest, the stupidest, the slowest and the most worthless. He was a freak. His father was right to be disgusted.

Hot flares of pain on his head as a large paw flashed out and cuffed him. Another cuff, this one hard enough to shove his body to the side, and as Maelstrom scrambled to get back to his belly, he didn't cry out. Wave Leader hated noise when he was punishing you.

"You will be leaving the day after tomorrow."

It wasn't his father's voice, not really. It was lighter, less angry, more controlled. It was also implacable. Now the young ten moons old wolf did whimper, because he couldn't leave, he couldn't, there wasn't anywhere for him to go! How could he survive by himself, how -

Teeth, snapping into his ear hard enough to draw blood, and the whimper jerked into silence. "You will give our allies word of our movements, of where we are settled. Such a long move as we have made must be reported. You will not stay longer than a day with each group."

He couldn't say no, but how could he go? Maelstrom quickly risked a glance up, daring the wrath of his leader, and cool honey eyes met his own, the African Wild dog's expression remote and uncaring. It was like staring at a glacier. He licked his dry lips, ears pinned back in wretched supplication. "Please Jax, please, let me stay. I-"

Agony that was far beyond the pain of moments before, ripping into the flesh of his shoulder where his wing sprouted, so excruciating it choked him, stole his breath, made his heart shudder and almost fail. The torture went on and on and on, and Maelstrom must have been howling but all he could hear was Jax's voice, saying what he'd always known it would say, what deserved to be said.

"You are not meant to live in WindClan. It isn't where you belong. You will obey me. You will -

The waking was almost as hard as the falling asleep had been, and Maelstrom's jaws snapped shut as he realized he'd been vocalizing his phantom pain. The very real howl seemed to linger in the small room for a moment longer, piercing and anguished, and Maelstrom's ears would have fallen back if they were not already pressed flat against his head. He hoped, blearily, still caught up in the dream, that no one had heard, but that was doubtful. For all that the rain was falling outside, the winds had abated and his noise had been a classically wolfish sound, resonant and carrying. He huddled down in the empty room, suddenly cold, eyes on the slightly ajar door that led to the outside.

And wished, fervently and with no small amount of self-disgust, that he didn't hope so strongly that someone would push it open to see what was wrong.

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But not too much. In his experience, frustrated high positions were high positions looking to take it out on someone else.

"This is - it's only if you have time," he said, wanting to make that clear, pausing to give her a second to object. For whatever reason, Maelstrom didn't find Rhymescheme quite as intimidating as some of the other advisers - maybe it was her size - but the stutter was still there. It felt even stupider than usual to be stumbling over his words in front of a tiny little dragon and his ears fell back in an embarrassment that was starting to seem chronic. In his mind, the blue wolf imagined lifting his head and looking her in the eyes and actually trying not to cringe away. Just in his mind, though.

Dark red eyes on his thick paws, the WindClanner continued. "I just -" Abruptly he stopped and then reconsidered, his anxiety breaking enough for him to actually think about her words. Oh. Uh, could I - would you mind me asking what's frustrating you?" A little bit afraid she might laugh, Maelstrom added, "I could - well, maybe you'd want me to help?"

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Gaze shifting briefly to Sunfang and away again, he supposed that the other male must have plenty of experience, judging by his own ear decorations. Maelstrom was well aware of Sunfang's longevity, of how long he'd been with WindClan, but while it certainly exacerbated the respect he would show, it didn't make him more comfortable with the other wolf. He wasn't certain if he wanted to be in pain caused, if only indirectly, by someone he didn't well know. "Oh, no I - thank you so much for offering. It's just..."

Not able to conjure up an excuse, at least not a good one, he hurriedly nodded to Shiftingalliance's caution, grateful that she had taken a moment out of her duties to warn him, even if it did make his throat clench nervously. Except then his eyes went to Sam, and he gave her a smile that held a warmth all its own, a different kind of gratitude evident in his looser stance and higher head. Maelstrom wasn't brave - as far as he was concerned, this had nothing to do with bravery - but he was pathetically glad that she'd said he was. It felt good, even if it was sort of a lie.

"Your ears are cute enough without any earrings," he said, not really sure where the compliment came from. "I don't blame you for not getting any." That was when his fur heated up, and then he dropped his gaze from her, too, suddenly feeling awkward for an entirely different reason than a social faux pas. "I just - it's something I should do. Should get done, I mean. I wonder..."

Maelstrom knew she didn't like blood and violence and the like, but Sam was a medic intern, right? Didn't that mean she was getting used to it? And wouldn't it be less traumatic for her to pierce his ear, than anyone else? It would also, selfishly, be less traumatic for him, but he wasn't really thinking of that. "Would you - could you do it? Maybe? If not, that's fine, it's just I'd - It might be nice. If you did it, I mean."

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As hesitant as Rhymescheme, but not offended, he said, "I used to know - my pack had a Shaman. He could see - things. Sometimes. I'm afraid it wasn't my place to know about the magic and - Wave Leader forbid us from knowing. I don't know if I agreed w -"

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Maelstrom stopped talking abruptly, his jaws parted around the next word, eyes sliding into vacancy, like a house with its lights all out. About five or six seconds went by and then he stirred, the life slipping back into his expression as he blinked, clearly confused. Faltering for another second, eventually the male continued in a separate but similar vein, repeating himself a bit. "Don't know much about magic. Not many in - my pack didn't know much. Maybe - could you practice? On me, I mean? Would that help?" He'd never had a mentor, but everyone seemed to believe that practice made perfect.

If it was bothering her so much, he'd like to help. That's what members were around for, after all. Helping the leaders of the operation. And honestly, even without that goad, Maelstrom wanted to assist her. His curiosity about the 'long story' was held with rigid restraint by his sense of propriety, not allowed to ask questions, but that didn't mean that he wasn't still interested in knowing more about this problem.

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Taking a quick swipe at the water, his paw broke up the reflection and Maelstrom leaned back on his haunches, watching the puddle ripple and then smooth out, back to how it started. Was that what life was? Ripples of excitement, sorrow, rage, all spreading out in wide rings until they were gone? The train of thought was a somber one, and it was a solemn WindClanner who got back to his feet, glancing around the village as though a little lost.

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One for fullmetal and one for rakue.

Silvy/Lux: Definitely glad to let this kinda play out, it seems like you guys have a v.interesting thing going on in regards to Rhy and Justy. I can just tell we're gonna need a three way thread sometime in the future. XD Silvy, would you want an interaction thread with Mael where Justy can start to get a feel for him? Or would you prefer to build that through open threads? Totally fine either way. And Lux, it'll be really funny to see Rhy's reaction when Mael mentions Oberyn. I can definitely see her getting irritated in the future, 'cause he's kinda got heart eyes going on right now.

Hopey: Mmm, that actually makes perfect sense! And it's better than my reasoning. Thanks for agreeing to make the thread, just whenever you've got time. :) I'm in no rush.

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"Maelstrom," the canine offered uncertainly, his crimson eyes trying and failing not to stare. "You're -" The question he so badly wanted to ask started to form on his tongue, but then politeness forced a different set of words to come out. "Might I ask you your name?" There, that was a much safer question. Not rude at all.

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that's all i've got in the hero department.

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At least that terror was quickly put to the side. As Jax continued and reeled out a list of names to be promoted or commended and Maelstrom found his name not called, a small, shakily relieved sigh shifted his shoulders. And then there was Sam's promotion, and he found his tail wagging in quick, short bursts. Two great pieces of news, all within a few seconds! Feeling infinitely lighter than when the gathering had begun, Maelstrom turned to his friend, positively beaming now.

And if, later on, he had to seriously think about what her promotion meant to their relationship, that would be later. "You deserve it, Sam!" he stage-woofed to her, leaning in to give her an affectionate bump with his head. In a louder voice the wolf added, "May your efforts continue to be rewarded, Cam and Alaska."

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And here you are, fullmetal: http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2225377.new#new

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That was getting perilously close to criticizing his father, and Maelstrom veered away from the possibility and focused his attention. It was, he'd found, a solid way to distract himself from thoughts of the past. Noticing Blair, his head tilted and one ear twitched back, considering. He didn't think he'd seen the small cougar before, but she was clearly accepted in WindClan, otherwise she'd not be seated smack dab in the middle of the territory. Putting on a smile that wasn't at all forced, the smaller canine decided to approach.

"Hello," the vivid blue wolf greeted, dipping his head. "I am Maelstrom. Might I ask for your name? I hope I'm not bothering you," he added, conscious of the fact that he might be interrupting some kind of contemplation.

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