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Post by Lonestar on Jun 15, 2010 16:24:46 GMT -5
Padders sink into the supple canvas. Drip, drip, drip. The water still pours from the heavens as it has for the past several hours, but what is time or space to a being of the forest? A beast whose life revolves around the quantity of game and quality of refreshment? To him, the rain was a welcome friend; the motherly figure who tended to him in even the worst of times: something he never got the chance to experience. Splat, splat, splat. The droplets hit the debris all around him; dead leaves of the grandfather oaks which extend towards the sky as if reaching despritely for a long departed lover. Through it all, Oavatos prowls, crown ducked low to avoid the entering of a few stray liquid beads running into his oddly shaded depths through way of the edges of slits. Somewhere off in the distance, the distressed bay of a young calf rings throughout the atmosphere, calling for it's lost mother in an attempt to recover her. The noise is ignored. He had taken a kill earlier that day, just before the tears of Earth began to replenish her gardens and reservoirs. Shadows blend easily with his coat, disgusing the bloke among the bushes as he moves silent in search of a place to escape the storm. It was light just now, an easy drizzle that would normally set his mind into the haze of slumber, but he was not fooled. The clouds above rolled like angry buffalo across the plains, their dark masses thundering after him in pursuit. Soon, very soon, these lands would be treated to a display of the gods' displeasure. All of this, the lad had been trying to escape throughout the day. The first sign of the coming occurance found him in the late morning after he had awoken and started among his travels once more. A blue crane had made a companion of him, perhaps sent to him as a personal messanger from the ultimate entities. Such a concrete presance was not ment to be ignored. As if upon cue, thunder crackled, urging the creature faster upon his search. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Nares widen, catching the scent of a squirrel as it quits it's insufficient hiding place in search for another, madly dashing about without noticing the predator so near by. Smirk comes onto features, attention turning elsewhere as path adjusts, directing the lord now further east in hopes of better luck there. Thump, thump, thump. Travel at the pace of a trot is slow, but wastes little energy and is faster than a walk. Nostril's flare constantly, drawling in the much needed mixture of oxygen and other, inferior molecules while bringing with it the aroma of the storm. Aqua begins to beat upon his body, giving a unwanted rough massage, making the task of finding cover all the more important. Finally, the lingering trace of one of his own kind is caught through nasal cavities, mittens instantly adjusting their movement to reach the now determined destination. Coming upon the stone carved cave, strides slow, muzzle nearly to the ground as mass enters inside the quitted den, figure spinning 'round before limbs bend, underside scraping against the rockface. Boom, boom, boom. The storm unleashes its fury upon the outside world.
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Post by Lonestar on Jun 21, 2010 0:43:58 GMT -5
Lyra|.| Drip, drip, drop Little April shower Beating a tune as you fall all around Drip, drip, drop Little April shower What can compare with your beautiful sound? Beautiful sound, beautiful sound Drip, drop, drip, drop Drip, drip, drop When the sky is cloudy Your pretty music will Brighten the day Drip, drip, drop When the sky is cloudy You come along with a Song right away Come with your beautiful music… Padders stopped as the first storm of spring came to be. Smiling the essa moved silently though her territory. Oh the joys of spring the ess thought with a sarcastic laugh and a shake of her dome. Drip, drip, drop little April showers, she hummed to her self once more as she moved quickly through the darkness of the forestry. Oh yes she was a beautiful sight to behold and flawless in every way, but one. Hmmm the lack of sigh is what always got every one. What a poor, poor lass, she will never make it. Oh, but look at where she is now. Living freely with out the help of any one. Or the sight of anyone as a matter of fact, but wait she is blind. How could she know your there? Highly developed harks, well past the ability of any normal wolf. Using the scents and vibrations around her she is able to ‘see’ what is around her. Stopping for a brief moment something caught her ‘eye’. The scent, a very unwanted scent. Shaking her dome she ventured off in search of him. Why would he be here? In her lands….could he not smell as she could not hear. Moving towards the rock dens she calls her home, her brow furrows as she climbs up the steep path. Snaking her way around the little crevices, she finds the den he decided to occupy. Walking in she finds him. Where is he or what he looks like is a mystery, but hell that’s a part of life.
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Post by Lonestar on Jun 21, 2010 13:01:27 GMT -5
Crimson pools remain fixed upon the darkening outside world. Safe inside the cavern covered in a stranger's scent was not where he wished to be, but it is were past experiences had taught him it was best to be. Sanctuaries were never something cherished to the lad. Indeed, he as no animal of prey nor a creature of weak origins. To be in nature's grasp; to feel the brush of danger; to embrace the lure of adventure were his regular indulgences. It was not apart of the lupine to remain in one area for a lapse of time lasting longer than the sun's daily orbit either, but it seemed, if the storm kept reiterating it's same promise of lasting rain, the bloke may be rendered a captive within these lands for the full moon's passing. With a sigh, he accepted this probability, unwilling to see it as certain and yet unable to do a thing to contradict the near fact. Chin settled upon folded limbs, lids unwilling to fall as the fascination with the weather drove him to remain awake. The light lullaby of sweet showers had dissipated; the heavy pounding of a war cry now the only companion the beast had left. But, even such fitting camaraderie did little to deter the terminal loneliness of the aging youth. Family, he had deserted. Friends, he had neither the time nor the paitence for. Into a self exile he had entered upon his first year of life and was therefore accepting of the nessicarry solitude. A sacrifice of intimacy with any creature of his own kind had been made in exchange for the pursuit of further knowledge. Pack life could not have provided what he most craved. For several minutes, the drake remained blissfully alone in his surroundings, scenting glands assuring him of the impossiblity of nearby intruders, that is, until the lass was nearly upon him. She must have known the layout of the lands very well to sneek up on the brute as she had for very few obtained the honor of startling him. Her aroma came swiftly and without warning into the den a moment before the figure herself entered, stopping just past the entrance as if waiting for him to make a move. Crown had jerked upwards from it's relaxed position the instant her stench had befell nares and now body rose from the earth slowly, liquids fixed on the lady that contrasted almost perfectly with himself. Remaining silent, Oavatos survyed his guest, noting the fine confirmation of her structure, but quickly disreguarding it the moment surfaces rose to view her facade. Cerulean pair, glazed over in a hazy fog, were certainly the most promient aspect of the fea. He recongized the condition of the lass without having to ask. Cursed were her organs which allowed sight in other animals. As a adolesant, his father had taken the time to teach the boy the art of finding defects in their intended meals and exploiting them. Of course, it was not his aim to utilize the essa's vulnerability to his advantage as there was nothing to be gained by the duke, however, her presance did offer some from of possible amusement. Unashamed and intriged, the male continued to watch her, skull tilted a bit in curiousity. Hello. Deep voice rumbled from lyranx, his tunes well matured for one whose span of breathing had lasted only a mere two years.
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Post by Lonestar on Jun 28, 2010 21:34:02 GMT -5
Lyra|.| Feeling the vibrations though the earth she judged his mood. Some one of quite the knowledge. Shaking her pelt out and stepping farther into her den she heard his voice. Harks and dome pointed to him as he spoke,” Greetings.” Her lyrics were cool and sounded like that of a bell. Looking at him she tried to analyze what she thought she saw, even if it was just a big blur of colors. Some brighter than others. Taking a step forwards she felt the vibrations again wondering if the male was planning on attacking or not. She felt his mockery in his manner of breathing, but disregarded it. Yes she was blind, but don’t let it fool you. Her past was a bloody one, her own blood barely spilt, but that of others was splashed across her heart. Taking another step closer she closed her sightless eyes briefly, but opened them quickly again. Being blind her whole life made her little more anal then most, but all is well with her. She has accepted her fate and moved on. The only think she hasn’t moved on from is her past. Yes we mustn’t let the past dictate who we are, but frankly it is extremely hard not to….Well enough of my babbling back to the present. Sighing she looked towards the entrance of the cave where the rain was the loudest and then back to the male who’s breathing was beginning to get on her nerves. Shaking her ivory pelt out she glanced around at the grey rock she called her home. It’s walls were ridged enough for her to be able to scratch her back, but soft enough so she couldn’t cut her self if she ran into them. Looking back to him she yawned again. It was beginning to rain harder and she might be stuck in here with this mystery wolf for longer than she wanted.
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Post by Lonestar on Jun 28, 2010 22:07:00 GMT -5
Singular edge of kissers lifted in a smirk at the reply he obtained, orbs never straying from the alabaster figurine as she moved about slowly in the den, obviously equally curious in reguards to him as he was likewise of her. Ebony stature remained still, hidden amongst the shadows were even a being with the most acutest sight would have difficulty seeing what they wished to view. The atmosphere was tense despite his confident assurance that she would not attack him. What sort of fool would advance on a beast they knew nothing of? One they could not even see? He, in turn, found no reasoning to take the upper hand in the situation and therefore endeavored to lighten the mood. Forcing tissues to relax, a musing sound vibrated cords, the sensation felt primarily at the back of his throat. Do you welcome all of your guest with such boring civility? Surely you will not contradict me. 'Greetings' is too often used in reception by packs; do you not think so? The word itself now irks me with it's symbolism of uniformity. Perhaps it had not been the prefered salutation pressed upon my early instruction the sentiments I hold towards it would differ. Still, I do not think I am the only creature within this dimension which views it in such a way. Are you a comrade in my cause? Brow raised in question out of habit, the maiden's condition forgotten for a split second before the lad is reminded at meeting her gaze, an involentary sudder of pity running through carcass. Such emotion was certainly not earned by the fea; nor did she deserve to have the brute look down upon her in compassion. Bestowing the evil of condolement had been quite against the male's wishes, however now, it had been done; the emotion coaxed out of him by his own cursed humanity rather than by some action on the other's behalf. Sighing, Oavatos riddiculed himself, attempting to banish the matter from his mind as liquids look once more to the object of interest, purposely avoiding her vision for fear of discovering another moment in weakness. He was curious to what extent her sight was limited and if it were not fully so if the pair of ruby gems set in his helm were surprising to her. Indeed, he had been born with a rarity amongst their kind: the eyes of a demon. In whole, he had no complaints at being an anomaly. Instead, their effect on most animals was quite desireable, but he had never been in company which he had hoped to keep, even if it were merely the weather which kept the bloke in the current safehouse with the unexpected partner.
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