maybe just a dash of fermaldahyde, winter

[Varrius]

Varrius hadn’t been all too social lately, something he wasn’t too happy about. He’d heard of more members joining the pack of the earth. Their growth, and the lack of the growth of the other pack upset him slightly. Not exactly enough to switch packs, but yeah it made him think a bit. But, those days, thinking was all he did. There was no one to talk to. He was pretty miserable. But it was probably worse for others. If other wolves out there didn’t have daemons like him, they were probably worse off. Quiterie was his saving grace. The goat always had something to say, be it positive or negative. One subject she enjoyed ranting about that he certainly approved of was Eirny. Yeah, like it or not, Varrius had a crush on her.
It was with that thought, one that constantly invaded his mind, that he sat beneath the Willow tree that he knew of as the base of the pack. At times he stood and paced, but his daemon remained where she was, nestled between the roots of that weeping tree. Her color made her nearly invisible but for her spots. She was curled up on, caught in one of her gossip tirades. Varrius sighed and chuckled accordingly. When asked questions he’d answer. He’d nod. The one thing he didn’t do was pay attention to his surroundings.

[Winter]

Winter walked towards the Weeping Willow tree she favored, letting the red and purple tipped hair fall back into her face, hiding her bright eyes. She wondered what people may think of her when they saw her, the hair covering her eyes, shielding the shy eyes that hid behind it. Many people would ask Winter if she could see from behind her hair, and she would always just curtly answer ‘yes.’ The girl walked alone, all through her life, her shadow the only one walking beside her, the blood on her lip her comfort blanket. She flipped her black hair back, only a few red and purple pieces hanging down by her ears. Winter scanned herself, beginning at the black tipped tail. Gold eyes ran over her back, and then to her hair. I’m so abnormal. She thought glumly.
She then walked over to the tree, watching her paws as they hit the ground. Winter looked up just in time to see to see a male sitting under the tree, looking deep in thought. He had white spots, like a baby deer, along his back, and she could see his purple eyes, staring off into space. The girl next saw the goat near him. Cute. She thought. Winter immediately was embarrassed and began to turn around, walking briskly to a near-by bush. She sat there, lying on the ground, watching the male’s purple eyes.

[Varrius]

It was Quiterie that alerted him to the female's presence. "Don't look now, but there's a female over in that bush" Varrius quickly turned his head, catching sight of her. I said DON"T look. She was an odd creature. For a moment he thought she was some sort of non-wolf sort of thing. But then he picked up her scent, which confirmed several things. One, she was a wolf. Two, she was Jarðtengja. Varrius had come to know the scent of Fjárhald well in the past few days. What, with meeting Gennae, and then the pair of puppies, who wouldn't? He'd seen more of them than he had his own pack.

The purple eyes hung on her frame, taking in the sight of her. Her tail was something he could almost expect, but her hair was almost... alien like. It fell into her eyes in a way that could be called lovely, but was also plain weird. It had red and purple tips that made him wonder even more. She had multiple piercings, which seemed to be the fashion among wolves lately. Varrius briefly considered getting his own ears done, maybe a stud on one.

That thought was hastily pushed aside. He smiled to her, as if to say she could come out. "Can you see with you're hair like that?" He asked, not knowing that it might tick her off. All in all, she seemed like a sad girl.

[Winter]

Winter caught sight of the male's smile, and she began to make her way out of the bush. "Can you see with your hair like that?" He had asked. Winter nodded, "Yes." She kept her gaze low, but realizing that the male was still looking at her, she began nervously chewing on her lip. A tiny drop of blood formed on her bottom lip, right near her snakebites, but she kept on chewing. She fidgeted with a twig on the ground, keeping her gaze and hair low.

[Varrius]

The girl started to make her way out of the bush, and Varrius got a bit of a better view of her. He caught a flash of a golden eyes, but it was an elusive glance like a brief flash of lightening. Her coat was a beautiful mix of gray-tones, the her tail was a mountain capped in black snow. All in all, with her black hair and striking streaks, she had an exotic air about her. But Varrius wasn't in to that made-up look. He understood how some other males might, though. He wasn't all too into the multiple piercing thing. It sounded painful.

He watched her chew on her lip until it bled. At the sight of the small, red drop of blood, he started. "Uh, you're bleeding." No duh, Varrius. Oh well, there's captain obvious for you. Quiterie was a little more brave than him, trotting up to the odd wolf. She couldn't communicate with the other verbally, but she'd do her best to talk with her body. Her lips pulled back into a easy, friendly smile. She didn't have a whole lot of anxiety about getting attacked or eaten, everyone loved the goat. If she wasn't cute, she was nice, or thoughtful. The sarcastic Quiterie came out only for Varrius. But maybe that was just her showing him how special he really was to her. Whatever the reason, it pissed Varrius off.

[Winter]

"Uh, you're bleeding." Winter froze. She could feel his purple eyes on her body, and her cracked, bleeding lip. He thinks I'm weird...Everyone does I suppose... Winter thought sadly to herself. She spoke very quietly, "Ermm...uhh...yeah I guess." Just then, the little cute goat walked up to her, and smile on her lips. Winter flipped her hair to expose her brilliant eyes, so that the goat could see the kind, soft, shyness in her golden orbs. She smiled a little smile back at the goat, if only for a short moment, and then looked at the male, who again, looked deep in thought, concentrating mainly on the goat. He probably thought that Winter would like eat her or something. But if he really got to know the Rabenare, he would realize that she was not at all like that. Winter's hair dropped back into her eyes, and she watched the male through her black hair, knowing that he could not see her nervous gaze. Only her bloody lip.

[Varrius]

Varrius didn't think she was weird, per say, just different. It wasn't even a bad different. Nor was it a good one, though. She had no place in his mind yet, but that's what he had the people-person Quiterie for. The goat smiled back, getting all up in the girl's grill to inspect her eyes. She nodded, a if saying the girl was alright. Then she pushed a thought to Varrius. "She's alright. Pretty eyes. Varrius smiled at the girl in his friendly way before speaking. "This is my daemon, Quiterie. She says she likes your eyes. I can't help but agree." The spotted gentleman just barely kept from frowning as her hair covered her golden eyes. There was a constant fear that he would be killed by another wolf who had simply thought Quiterie was food. And his daemon knew this. But for whatever reason, she still approached wolves without caring at all.

[Winter]

Winter looked up when the male spoke again,"This is my daemon, Quiterie. She says she likes your eyes. I can't help but agree." She grinned shyly once more at the goat and decided that she liked her. Then she slowly moved the hair from her face, exposing the brilliant gold eyes that hid behind it. She smiled weakly and spoke her soft thanks. "Thanks..." Winter looked at the goat again, and then looked back up at the purple-eyed male and spoke again. "I like Quiterie, she's very friendly." She looked down again, and in the end, her black hair was again covering her face. Little did she know how much it bothered the male.

[Varrius]

A cute, shy grin from the shy girl solicited one of his own, only broader and less shy. She flashed her golden eyes yet again, this time it was directed more towards his daemon. If he could connect to others through his daemon, then that was okay. It wasn't that he had a hard time connecting. It was that others often did. He didn't mean to criticize those that have a hard time with other wolves. Quiterie just helped as a sort of bridge to jump that gap. Maybe it was her charisma that built that bridge. "Yeah, I don't know what I'd do without her. It was true, he didn't. He'd probably be a lonely little sad-sack. That wouldn't be good, now, would it?

The hair fell back in her face, and he frowned a bit. She did have beautiful golden eyes. Eyes that a girl would kill with a spoon for. Not that Varrius would know that or anything... Quiterie practically skipped away, over towards the bush the shy girl had been hiding in. The goat leaned over and munched happily on some leaves.

[Winter]

Ending this <33

Winter watched as the goat skipped over to where she had been hiding and ate some leaves. Since the goat was munching away, she was no longer there to help Winter and Varrius carry on a conversation. Winter let the hair fall in her eyes again and then shyly offered Varrius a weak smile and a curt, "Bye." Before walking away from where the cute goat and the white-spotted male stood. When Winter hit the tree line, she began slowly running to her den, where she could be alone and no one would see her.