Where did I go wrong- Zeph/Delirium-

[}Delirium.]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/9g94ll.jpg] Don’t ask her why she is here, honestly, the little coyote wouldn’t know. The Rigormortis female moved calmly, her steps easy in the collection of trees, obviously it was second nature for her to be in a forest. Though, this still didn’t feel like home…. Kal’s gaze dropped, as she sighed, shaking her head. That wasn’t home. There is no such thing as home. None. What was she doing here, at all. She wasn’t the sort who was made for a pack life – for any sort of ‘family’ life really. At least she was given freedom. She participated in the few mandatory pack things, otherwise, it was like she had no pack, that was why she stayed. Because she had the freedom to wander, the freedom-to be free. How ironic, the freedom to be free, yet she’d still trapped by her own fear of pack life. Her own shy, quiet, distrustful notions. What the hell was wrong with her? Other then the usual shit, o’course. We alreadeh figured out the usual things that make meh… ‘wrong.’ She shook her head, as she continued to walk, her paws feeling the soft grass beneath her. Kal growled as she swiped at the ground, her claws raking across the surfaces shredding grass and dirt leaving shallow gorges from where her nails had dissected the soil and green carpet. She growled once more, though it turned into an almost whine – half way through. She hated this! She hated it all! Of course, this time, she wasn’t thinking about the issues with a pack. Her midsection was larger, once again, and she was being forced to come to terms with her pregnancy, of course, that didn’t mean anyone but Taboo knew who the father was… But, she still had no desire to have a family She wasn’t made for a family. Not a family. Neve’ a family. Families only go towards hurtin’ ya. Makin’ ya weak. Families are nothin’, they mean nothin’. They support nothin’. Families will only ever hurt ya. Because there ain’t no such thing as ‘Family Love’ or ‘Family Ties.’. She quivered, for a moment, as if she expected something to jump out at her – though in truth, the quiver was merely because of her annoyance. She continued moving, slowly, sighing as she did so, the pregnant coyote soon, however, kicked up her speed, running through the forest. For a brief moment in time, her eyes closed, and it was like she was transported to somewhere else. The forest gave way to woods, the air hotter, more humid, the southern breeze working into her coat, as she barked, celebrating the finding of her own land. Her eyes snapped open, as she looked around the forest, and sighed, “Just give up, Kal. You ain’t gonna find a home in this place any time soon… And you defiantly can’t go back… You’re stuck, deal with it.” She whispered, shaking her head. Think the thoughts. "Talk the talk."

[zeph]

Kione chased a bird through the forest. He pounced on it, and looked under his large paws at the little thing. It chirped helplessly, and he lifted his paw to set it free. He wasn't hungry anyways. The young African Wild Dog sat down and looked around. He was lonely. He barked, but not the bark of a dog or a wolf or a coyote. his bark had a squeaking or chirping noise in it. He laid down on the layers of decaying leaves and rested his head on his paws. His satellite ears swiveled back and forth hoping to hear a companion coming along. He sat up. He absolutely hated being alone. He whined and bark-chirped again. And again. And again. Suddenly, he heard something running through the forest. It sounded heavy. He sniffed the air, but his nose wasn't very good, but he could see a tan form moving toward him. He ran excitedly toward it, not even caring who or what it was. He wasn't alone anymore. Kiones sleek form slammed into what he thought looked like a strange dog or a wolf, as he had never seen a coyote in his life. He stepped back and quickly apologized for running into her. He noticed her belly, how it held pups. "Are you gonna have puppies, ma'am?" He asked, almost yelling. He crouched in a play bow. "Who are you? I mean, What are ya, too? I never sawed somethin like you afore!" He talked like a pup, because he had been abandoned as a puppy and never learned to speak properly.

[}Delirium.]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/9g94ll.jpg] Kal kept calm as she moved, the little coyote not really knowing where she was going, just that she was going somewhere. She tilted her head as the stared at the ground before her, until she heard the sound of some approaching, which was quickly followed by a large sized canine running into her. A squeak, surprised sound left the femme, as she stumbled back, her eyes landing on the oddest canine she’d ever seen. Are you gonna have puppies, ma’am He immediately asked, seeing her large midsection, causing the femme to blink in surprise, “Ummm, eventually, yes?” She said, her tones colored in shock, before she finally got her bearings straight. Then male was now crouching in a play bow, speaking again, Who are you, I mean, What are ya, too? I never sawed somethin like you afore. sawed? Afore? What odd speech. “I’m a coyote. What are ya? You ain’t like anything I’ve ever seen, either. And the name’s Kaliska, but I go by Kal. And ya?” The southern coyote asked, her accent as rich as it was the day she left the south, as she smiled slightly at the male, who definitely appeared to be an over grown puppy… Or at least, in her eyes, he appeared to be. “Whatcha doin’ here, anyways?” She asked, once more, before the coyote southern belle finally fell silent, eyes on the odd canine before her. Think the thoughts. "Talk the talk."

[zeph]

Kione grinned as she confirmed that she was going to have pups. Well. Eventually. His brow creased as she said she was a coyote, but he quickly let the thought go. "I am a African Wild Dog. Or a African Painted Wolf, or African Hunting Dog. We have lotsa names. Well, actually my name is Kione." He said, playing with the syllables of his name. "I like your name, and I speshully like your voice. it is weird, but I like it!" His huge bat-like ears swiveled back and forth in his excitement at meeting somebody. Whatcha doin here anyways?

[/i] He heard the coyote ask. "Um... Nothin really, just wanderin and playin games. Same as a'ways. Whattabout you, Kaliska?" He asked, doing the same thing to her name as he had to his own. His head cocked in a puppy like manner as he waited for her own answer.[/blockquote][/size]