StarfrostedFox

Seeking creative, patient, and friendly partners!

OK... I could really use an nice pick me up right now. Last night and today have been hard... I am going to give this a bump.

Heads up: I will absolutely love and give an entire batch of virtual cookies to anyone who would do the animal Crossing idea that I have. I really really really really really really am craving it right now. Please? ❤️ �

The Way Of Wolves

Her voice, the way she said his name, it was all so unfamiliar. For a long moment, Hutch simply sat facing her with a quizzical expression on his face, a slight tilt to his head. As she began to tell him of her Brother, the way he had attempted to make contact with his Alpha, his lips turned down somewhat. This was the first time he had ever heard of the Alpha of the city pack coming to visit Snowden... Not even his father had mentioned such a thing. Glancing thoughtfully towards the Mountainy forest, he unconsciously rubbed at a spot on his chin with the tips of his fingers on one hand. Why would they be keeping something like that from the rest of the pack? He wondered if Cassidy knew anything about this...

His thoughts were finally pulled back to Sophia and Hutch quickly lowered his hand back down to rest on top of The back of his other hand, wondering if she had been bothered by his slip up by the way she readjusted her legs and feet. His skin prickled uncomfortably as she talked about how easy it would be to call her pack, making him think that he truly had offended her in someway by his words or actions. But then she talked about how she had wanted to get away from the others and he instinctively relaxed. Hadn't he been doing that exact same thing? He could just as easily call his sister and the trio of new wolves to his own aid. ... Not that he had any desire to do so. Even just the thought of calling for help made him want to cringe, though he kept the expression from his face just barely. The only thing that managed to slip past his control was a slight tightening around the corners of his eyes.

"I am out here for the same reason... Not so much getting away from my pack, as much as it is getting away from my sister." He finally admitted, Somewhat surprised by his truthfulness. He wasn't the most trusting of people, or the most chatty, so it shocked him even more when he continued on with his explanation. "We just had three wolves successfully survive the change. I was asked to supervise their first hunt and I asked my younger sister to come with me. There was quite The snowstorm up on the mountains that it seems to of driven all the game down here... I needed some time away from the others to sort out some things..." It wasn't everything, but it was close enough when it came to Hutch. He felt slightly self-conscious for having said so much, glancing down quickly as a result to study the grains of dirt that had stuck to his knees and shins. "... Why did you want to get away from your pack?" He asked hesitantly after a moment, genuinely curious about her reasons for escaping.

No Longer the Lost, No Longer the Same

As the door clicked shut behind her, Abigail's blue eyes were almost instantly flickering around the room in search of her sister. She didn't have to look long, gaze falling on Emily after only a second of searching. It helped that the blonde had decided to flop on the bed. Smiling automatically as Emily sat up, inviting her over so that her hair could be brushed out. The idea of such a simple act sounded heavenly. Just managing to restrain the desire to skip over, Abby never the less hurried across the room, settling onto the bed with an enthusiastic bounce. She was right about the hair brushing, it was heavenly. The feeling of the bristles being gently drawn across her scalp...

"What do you think of them?"

The question was not a surprising one, though Abigail had to focus on concentrating on her answer, thinking of the words she wanted to use and trying not to let herself get distracted by the sensation of the brush pulling through her hair. She found herself instinctively biting on her lower lip as she considered her response. But before she could begin to speak, Emily had continued on to elaborate on her own thoughts and feelings, mentioning that she was afraid of being considered a freak. Scowling at the very idea, Abby didn't hesitate is she reached up to comfortingly squeeze one of Emily's wrists.

"You're not a freak." She said firmly, giving the arm beneath her fingers another squeeze for emphasis. "... And I don't think they would respond like that to you, not really. Not Charlie, at least. He seems so levelheaded..." She sighed, Dropping her hand back into her lap. "That is part of my first impression at least. I think they are good people Who honestly want to help us. The twins are a bit lax with their humor, but they mean well." She shrugged her shoulders gently. "by all the evidence we have received so far... I think we can trust them. At least a little."

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Charlie almost told off Fred for his teasing of Emily. Almost. He wanted to explain to his brother about the way he perceived her more serious personality, her displeasure of considering being different from everyone else, the way that seemed to make her uncomfortable and somewhat... afraid. But he found himself putting off the lecture until a later date as his jaw cracked under a yawn and the twins came to a somewhat similar conclusion on their own. Running both of his hands briskly over his face, The hint of stubble scratching at his fingers, The redhead could only shrug in response to Fred's next question, asking him how he was able to get her to act so human around him.

"She is human." He said simply. "She's a bit skittish, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't treat her like a human." He blinked thoughtfully, choosing not to add on that his experience with working with skittish animals needed the same reactions. Emily was not an animal, but she acted enough like one that he could understand how to soothe her frayed nerves...

When it was finally suggested that they all go to bed, the eldest of the present Weasley children finally rose from the table at last, his thoughts being polled away from Emily at the moment. Grinning along with his brothers about the idea of presenting the two witches to their mother the following morning, Charlie released a short bark of laughter. "definitely going to be interesting. Mum's probably going to start off with how happy she is to see them, how happy she is that they are safe, and then jump straight into how skinny they both are and insist on being a good host and make them more food then they have seen in a month. She'll insist that they eat until it's coming out of their ears." Still chuckling at the imagery, Charlie waved his wand through the air, rearranging furniture, dimming the lights, stacking the dirty dishes, until he was satisfied they would be able to sleep at least halfway decent and mostly comfortable. "see you in the morning Fred, George. Don't keep me awake or I might have to hex you." He chuckled at the idea. "sleep tight. Don't let the dragons, wolves,, or witches bite..

Prince Mononoke (AutumnFrost & Aims)

-sigh-... I'm sorry that my activeness is so sporadic. I must admit to my interest level fluctuates in accordance to how much outside conversation is going on. I need to do better at actually engaging conversation, especially if I like the story so much. Which I do. A lot. I was wondering if you would like to have some sideline chatting with me. Either in a PM or via AOL Instant messenger or email...?

The Sickness (Irell-starling x AutumnFrost)

-sigh-... I'm sorry that my activeness is so sporadic. I must admit to my interest level fluctuates in accordance to how much outside conversation is going on. I need to do better at actually engaging conversation, especially if I like the story so much. Which I do. A lot. I was wondering if you would like to have some sideline chatting with me. Either in a PM or via AOL Instant messenger or email...? I don't readily notice if there are new posts in the out of character section. Case in point, I didn't notice that you had answered my question earlier. I think it is really cool that you are going to school for biology and teach science in school. What level?

Portals to the Nether (Hekazu x AutumnFrost)

-sigh-... I'm sorry that my activeness is so sporadic. I must admit to my interest level fluctuates in accordance to how much outside conversation is going on. I need to do better at actually engaging conversation, especially if I like the story so much. Which I do. A lot. I was wondering if you would like to have some sideline chatting with me. Either in a PM or via AOL Instant messenger or email...?

Seeking creative, patient, and friendly partners!

Edited Some of my original post, feel free to take a look around. I marked any cravings I have been having, but I'm always up to hearing ideas you wonderful creative people might have as well. Always. :3

Heads and Tails (Ravenhuffle x AutumnFrost)

Pachelbel's Canon in D flooded the tiny apartment bedroom as the iPhone plugged in near the nightstand next to the queen sized bed that took up most of the floor space began to vibrate happily, unaffected by the fact that in doing so, it was waking up the only occupant of the room. Blinking rapidly and propping himself up on one elbow, Cray Turner squinted over at the brilliantly illuminated device, The phone remaining oblivious to the glare currently being leveled at it. Glancing quickly towards the open bedroom door to check that the obnoxious phone hadn't woken up his daughter sleeping in the only other bedroom down the hallway, the man then quickly scooped up the ringing cell, not bothering to unplug it as he briefly glanced at the ID and had to fight a groan as he slid his thumb on to the except icon.

"officer Turner." He mumbled groggily, his jaw nearly cracking as he yawned widely.

"Sorry to bother you so early Cray, But I've got a situation that you need to get to pronto." A pleasantly deep voice rumbled into his ear, The southern drawl already so familiar.

Fighting back another yawn, Cray threw back the light blue comforter from his body, lowering his bare feet to the Berber carpet. "S'okay Van." He said sleepily, quickly unplugging the charging cord from the bottom of his phone before stretching a little and getting to his feet, heading towards the bathroom. "What's going on?" He then asked the man, hesitating for a moment in the doorway before flipping the light switch and squinting and the sudden illumination.

As he first waited for and then listened to The explanation that came through the phone, Cray studied the face that squinted back at him from the mirror. The mussed light brown hair he kept in a short cut due to the cal licks twisting on the fringes, the hint of stubble on his Square jaw, The creases around his light blue eyes formed by the way he was squinting, he looked at all of these and wondered if he really looked as old as he seemed. Or if that idea was merely a result of having been woken up at, he had to check his watch, 4:30 in the morning. He laughed inwardly at himself as he watched the ticking arm of the second hand twitch around the figure of Donald Duck on the watch that Maddison, His daughter, had given him on his last birthday. Had he ever changed the time from the Utah Time zone after they had moved to Ohio? Was it really 6:30 in the morning? He couldn't remember if he had ever changed it, far too reliable on his cell phone..

"Somethin' big is brewin' downtown, and I'm not talkin' about any alcohol." Van rumbled into his ear, Unable to help a small chuckle at his own joke. But almost instantly, he was serious again. "It looks like some sort of turf war or bad blood with some nasty lookin'individuals that have gathered. There hasn't been any shootin' yet, but they all look like trees with how many weapons are bristlin' from their bodies..." He explained, starting to sound a little concerned.

Frowning at the situation laid out before him, pausing with his hand halfway towards the black comb on the counter, Cray's mind was already jumping into the future, seeking different angles and strategies to defuse the inevitable violence. He, and Van Burgess for that matter, was part of a specialized team that had been hybridized of SWAT and a police station gang unit. Only last month, he and Van had been assigned to be one another's partners. Tapping his teeth together lightly for a moment as he thought, Cray finally released a sigh. "I can be there in 15, maybe 20 minutes. I'll have to see if I can get someone over here to watch after Maddison." He said, his voice reflecting the calculative tone of his thoughts.
"Say hi to Molly for me." Van chuckled, referring to Cray's mother and causing another sigh and a slight roll of the eyes in return.

Of Men and Elves (Siaya-Dragalorn x AutumnFrost)

Though her mouth had opened to angrily refute his statement about her being week, Aeylisia slowly closed it again as she too was alerted to the sound of something heavy moving through the bushes nearby. Stiffening, the elf half turned as the leaves directly behind her rustled, a look of horror blossoming on to her face in an instant as she saw the powerfully built body of the manticore exploding out of the bushes, claws extended towards her. But just as she braced herself for the piercing sensation of fangs and sharpened nails, a hand closed around her upper arm and yanked her to one side with an abrupt suddenness. Stumbling with the unexpected tug, she just managed to catch herself before she fell, realizing with some surprise that it had been The human that had pulled her out of harms way. Before she could quite grasp the concept that One of such a violent race would rescue her from death, the tail of the manticore was following up behind the claws and she found herself diving out of the way, A tugging sensation along the sides of her skirts attesting to how narrowly she had dodged the poisonous sting. Cursing under her breath, the elf reached for a nearby stick, grasping it in her hand and letting her magic flow into it, The spell a muted murmur under her breath.

The short sword was not a pretty weapon, nor was it particularly large or unusually strong, but the transformed piece of wood was a comforting weight in her hand as Aeylisia rolled to her feet and whirled to Face the ugly beast. She saw the young man fire a couple of arrows at the creature's shaggy chest, the outraged cry it loosed vibrating in her bones, before she was focused on the tail once again. It shot out at her with surprising speed, hissing through the air, and she twisted to avoid the deadly point, swinging her blade at the appendage. Her weapon barely broke the skin, But it was enough that the tail retracted swiftly. As it was pulled away, she caught sight of the human laying on his back near the beast's side, Watching as he rolled onto his knees and began to tug furiously at the sleeve of his shirt, which she now saw was caught by the manticore's other tail. She wasn't entirely sure why she reacted in such a fashion, perhaps it was because the man had saved her life at the initial attack, But she found herself leaping forward with a cry on her lips, Thrusting the point of the sword into the creature's side with all of her strength. She felt it as the sword shattered under the impact, the jolt traveling up her arm, but she had succeeded in distracting the monster, The splintering of her sword was a worthy consequence. Shrieking with anger and pain, The manticore slashed out at Aeylisia as she rolled away, The sharp points of the claws dragging painfully against her right calf before she could get out of range. Crying out with the sudden flair of pain, The elf landed heavily on her hands and knees, sharp twigs and rocks biting into the skin of her palms.

As she sat panting towards the dirt, pain searing down her calf and fear prickling at her back, Aeylisia suddenly became aware of the shape of something hard beneath the fingers of her left hand, the sensation somehow comforting. Blinking her violet eyes to focus them, she felt a thrill of hope shoot through her limbs as she looked at the familiar curve of the bow her fingers rested against. Without a second thought, she snatched up the weapon in her hands, Half twisting her body up into a kneeling position as she drew an arrow to her cheek. Holding her breath, she let the shaft fly, The sharpened point making a sickening crunch as it hit the manticore beneath it's left eye... And then the animal was right on top of her, heavy body smashing into her frame and sending her tumbling back against the ground, head hitting the forest floor sharply. She was vaguely aware of it stumbling past her, heavy paws just missing her face, but her head was spinning so that she couldn't quite focus on Rolling out of the way.

Heads and Tails (Ravenhuffle x AutumnFrost)

Name: Cray Turner
Age: 29
Description: being more on the short and stocky build, Cray ends up standing at about 5'8", give or take a few centimeters. He has broad shoulders, a square jaw, and evident muscles from keeping his body at top shape. He keeps his hair in a relatively short cut, though it still tends to stick up in a cal lick in the front, and is a medium sandy brown in color streaked in a few places by a lighter almost blonde. Below somewhat thick eyebrows, his eyes are a more rounded shape with light blue irises shot through with a handful of light brown spots. He has full lips for a man, a long nose, and broad calloused hands.

Name: Maddison Turner
Age: 3 and 1/2
Description: she is built like her dad, short and a little stocky, Though she is slimmer and has more angular edges like her mother. Her hair is a dark chocolatey Brown in color and is so tightly curly and frizzy that it usually stands out in a halo around her head. Her eyes are the same as her dad's, light blue with golden brown flecks, Though hers tend towards a more almond shape. Being rather adventurous for her age, she is usually seen with at least one Band-Aid on some part of her body.