Forbidden Love ~ A Wolf and Winged Wolf RP ~ Not Accepting

[JazzForLife]

"Even better." He grinned at the way her name was pronounced. "Thank you." He looked away as she looked at her toes. He also felt a little nervous. "They can come true if you really want them to." He commented at last. Sure, it's not like she could grow wings, but she could still feel the wind on her face and the glorious veiws from above. Perhaps in his mountain cave.

"You are a healer...right?" To make sure he wasn't freaking her out, he added, "I could scent the herbs on your fur...." He shifted his weight onto his left leg. "Er, what herb is used for healing broken bones..?" He lifted his right paw, and it looked akward in the odd position it was in. "I don't think it's supposed to bend that way.." He added with a slight grin.

[Gamble]

She gave a soft smile with a nod. Tilting her head afterward, a small furrow of her brows followed by a crinkle on her nose bridge. She grinned and shook her head. "I don't plan on growing wings so I don't see how that's possible." She gave a soft giggle and then became serious once her spoke of her rank. "Yes I am." She said with a happy nod, obviously proud of her position. Biting her lower lip gently for a moment upon seeing his right paw. Forgetting about the borders she stepped pass the imaginary line between packs to get a closer examination of his paw. Her features became soft and she tilted her head and shifted back and forth to get every detail of his paw. "Hm, herbs for broken bones consist of Nettles, Oatstraw, and Horsetail." She whispered mainly to herself, but it was audible enough for him to hear her. Looking up at him suddenly she gave a calming smile. "Flying accident?" She said before turning away. "I know where I can get some horsetail, not to far from here, I'll go get some."

[Ryoko]

(Sorry had to go for a bit.)

Sueka looks around notcing Nightmare had not yet arrived. She sighs and sits up "Probaly off with his alpha duties..." She whispered to herself. She perked her ears hearing voices and walked the other way down the boreder. She could smell the wingless wolves from where she walked.

[JazzForLife]

He nodded at her comment about the wings. "Yeah, bad landing." He rolled his should blades, shrugging. He watched her cross the border, but said nothing. "Horsetail..hmph. That's not a weird name.." His voice lining with sarcasm. His smile went away as a bristling pain shot up his arm. He tried to hide his wince by forcing a fake smile. He looked to her eyes, but oddly he looked away. He felt a little guilty. He shouldn't be speaking with a wingless wolf, and if anyone found him they would be pissed. "I'll come with you." He pushed his worries to the back of his mind. Rythm stood, looking to Aubney for directions. He noticed the moon gleam off her pelt, and his stomach tied into a knot. He was a bit nervous, so he tucked his wings in as close as they would go.

(Urgh, I only have 45 mins left. >.<)

[Gamble]

She gave a crooked smile and nodded. "There is also Nettles around here, but those are further off." She gave a soft shrug and turned to trot off into the Broken Shadow's land. Her head lowered to keep a sharp eye on the ground. "They won't be happy campers if they know you're here." She said shuffling onward. With a glance back at him to make sure her followed. She gave a soft shake of her pelt and walked for several more minutes until coming to a patch of Horsetails. Pulling a few out of the ground she passed them over to him. "Ten grams of these per liter of water." She said quickly with another bite to her lower lip. "Will you be fine?" She questioned. "Well you have a healer in your pack. She should know about the horsetail. She'll fix you right up." She gave another nod to reassure herself.
 

[JazzForLife]

His fur bristled as he stepped into the wingless wolf territory. He quickly stepped out of the territory. "..Probably kill me." He whispered.  He padded along his side of the border. Rythm nodded to her instructions, and grasped the Horsetail in his mouth. His fur stood up when his muzzle touched hers, but he tried to make no notice of it. "Hank uo" He tried to thank her, but his mouth was full of horsetail.

(Lol, sorry for the typo spaz. I bet you were like "What's he sayin'??")

[Gamble]

She released the horsetail slowly, trying not to drop any. She shivered slightly when his muzzle touched hers but made no apparent acknowledgment of it. "I hope you heal up just fine." She said softly before turning away. "I should head back before they realized I'm gone, you should too." She said looking back at him before slowly drifting back to her den.

(xD I was thinking that. I was confused there for awhile. 

[JazzForLife]

Rythm nodded. He watched the leave, looking to the ground and back up again. She dissapeared into the darkness of the shadows. Oh god, what have a done..? He needed to get back to camp. But first, he needed to hide the scent.

Runing back through the forest, he slipped into a stream by the camp. The water hid scents well. He'd just say he fell in if someone asked. His stomach hurt from being nervous. He entered camp, padding straight to his den. He hid the horsetail in the back. He nibbled on the edge of one. Turning around a couple of times, he lay down with his head on his paws. He tried to sleep, trying different positions but obviously he would not sleep, staring outside of his den into the gloomy darkness.

[Maryritai]

Sara arrived back, That's When She snarled. "What are Winged Doing Here" She snarled, Looking at The Pack's Healer. Her Hackles Were Raised and Tail High.

[Gamble]

Aubney paused to stare at Sara, her nose crinkled in annoyance. "He never entered our territory, we stayed on our sides of the border." She said flatly before pushing past Sara. Pausing a few moments to swoop down and pluck a few Burdock leaves. Her head lowered as she continued on, no longer wanting to speak to Sara. Still finding the whole separation between the packs to be a silly choice, now seeing how gentle and calm they can be. Aubney had always pictured the winged wolves to be harsh and crude, but in fact they where just like us. Huffing gently she brushed her side against a tree, scratching her flanks against the rough bark.