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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:14:17 GMT -5
Dris()Attentive lobes easily caught each word that emitted out of the male's parted jowls in reply to her previous statement. These utterances caused tiara to tilt ever so slightly as they were pondered and agreed upon. Whatever her companion's hidden side was, she was sure that since he said it was true that she brought it out, but the lass had yet to see the side he showed to others, their visit with his pack having been a short one, much to her delight. But now, the lady wished to see the side of him that all others saw for the change in herself when she was around him was quite drastic and she wished to know how much of the drake she changed with merely her presence. Steel orbs flicker back to life and find a frown upon the baron's facade, brow lifting in questioning at him while leggings lift rump from the earth before paddering over to his side. What makes my consort have such an expression? Honey like vocals ask as the maiden wiggles her way beneath his skullary, first running the length of her dome along his chin before moving forward and allowing both neck and spine to caress the lower jaw, pausing as his snout came to rest along the lower half of her back. Ribbon flicked out and moved over the curve of the duke's cheek, blackened tip nudging gently as tape returned to the death trap from which it had come. A fake mask of annoyance comes over features at the duke’s words, the dame acting like the perfect stereotypical pup when they got their washing from their mother's. Despite her determination to play the role as if it were true, the fea could not help the ripples of pleasure that ran along her frame with every stroke the roan beast's tongue made upon her raven hide. Soon, she gave up the act and leaned into each motion of endearment, vertebral column arching as Niravadhi moved further down her bodice, sweet hums of contentment vibrating out lightly pressed lips. This isn’t like any wash I remember ever receiving. Tunes tease softly as nose again buries itself in the mixture of hues at the nape of the other wolven, surface rubbing against the thick flesh beneath protective coat while lids closed over depths and a smile pulled at the ends of kissers.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:15:20 GMT -5
Niravadhi::As the mistress of my affection rubs wriggles beneath me, a light chuckle escapes my maw at her antics, before a soft growl of contentment let itself be heard. Curtains flutter shut for a moment, as damp tip presses itself into my pelt, before ribbon floats roughly across my cheek. Yet my previous plan comes to mind, and is thus executed, hearty laugh echoing through the air at the maiden’s disgruntled face. Tut tut. You haven’t washed behind your ears. I say in a disapproving tone, my orbs killing the lecture effect by sparkling merrily. Tape runs gently but firmly around the base of both ebonite harks. A soft smile plays upon my lips as the maiden takes leave of her pup’s role, to lean instead into my touch. The small act sent my heart beating more wildly, as I focused my attention yet more upon the raven creature. For a long moment, no words are exchanged, actions and sounds conveying a lot more meaning. Finally, I slow my strokes, harks turning to catch the lady’s teasing tones. At her words, another plan slowly begins to formulate within my mind, causing me to force my expression to remain neutral, despite the scene playing within my mind. Contentment at the fae’s touch washes across my body at the soft touch of her snout in my nape. Voids flicker to catch the faintest image of the lady, forcing all plans of action out of my mind at her peaceful expression. Structure leans closer to the lass, my entire being wanting to be closer. Finally, I pull away, a soft smile playing upon my kissers. Will you walk with me? I ask, waiting for her reply, before setting off in a south-easterly direction. I would like to show you something I add, turning to flash a grin at the countess. Trusting her to follow, I allow my pistons to jump into action, as I changed my course so that I was headed straight down the slope into the direction of home once more. A relaxed lope takes me down the slope and across the plain, the loose pebbles beneath my padders not bothering me at all. After all, I had grown up in such terrain. Dome turns backwards, in order to allow me to see whether the maiden was following. Before an image of my dear angel could be found, my senses scream at me. Crown whips back to face the direction I was running in, to see a large tree barely inches before me. Knowing that it was far too late to stop, I did the only thing that made sense at the time. Structure leans to the side, forcing my path to pass by the tree. Yet in my haste, I had not bothered to make sure the path I had chosen was clear. With a stifled bark of surprise, I hurtled through a holly bush before the ground suddenly disappeared beneath me, and I rolled down the steep slope into a hollow I had never come across before. My arrival at the grassy bottom was less than comfortable, and for a moment, I lie upon the ground in a slight daze, intellect furiously trying to piece together what had happened. Yet soon, a growl of annoyance works its way past my cavern, as I force myself to my feet. A quick check of all body parts is made, to ascertain that no damage was done, before I shake myself violently, sending dirt and bits of foliage scattering from my robe.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:17:52 GMT -5
Dris()Grin remains plainly visible upon kissers as the essa shifts her side away from the lord's chest and moves to bury her crown within the fur that covered his point of shoulder. Ebony framework is now wrapped around the duke's shoulders and chest, tail flicking happily, brushing the roan cage softly with every half wag. Spirits jump excitedly within the essa as the male moves closer, their bodies now pressing as close to one another as was physically possible without having to break any barriers that hinder closer contact. Then, he pulls away and an accusing/pouting expression is shot in his direction, dome pulling away from its previous position to do so. Masculine vocals emit, asking a question before the brute turns and allows more tunes to erupt, this time in a statement. Padders immediately pick up to follow and stride lengthens to the same pace the iron mother had used as the damsel drawls even with the lad before slowing to match his gait, knives flashing in a wolfish smile while jowls parted. I shall walk with you. Came the reply before attention returns to the terrain before them, keen orbs locating every pebble that could be tripped on perhaps and dodging it, the maiden simply avoiding the objects that would make her seem like a clumsy individual which couldn't be farther from the truth. Her companion picks up the pace into a lope, pulling ahead of the lass by a few wolves before she as well settles into the rocking motion of a lope, easy pace being kept as no move was made to catch up to the bloke. The hunter's stature disappears over the hilltop and as the lady comes to the peak, a sharp bark is sent out in warning, beating organ leaping into her throat as her lover was headed straight for a tree and wasn't paying enough attention to know such. Anxious pools watch as at first, Niravadhi seemed to have dodged the danger, but before a sigh of relief could be breathed, a sharp sound of surprise comes from his trap and Dris knew immediately that another danger had found him. The noise of tumbling rubble followed his call and the vixen hurried her strides, figure practically sprinting down the mountain side as she took the path opposite of the tree from what her companion had and rushed to level ground, wild depths flashing frantically for him. Steel pair catch movement of to the right and at a second glance see that it is the object of her search and limbs rush towards him, another bark escaping maw as she moves closer. Dirt flies up all around them as the fea slams on the brakes not feet from the other's position and moves quickly to his side, muzzles touching before lanterns scan the lanky system for any injuries. None is found and a small sigh of relief is allowed out, muscles visibly relaxing at the news. Then, liquids flash at the duke and the Evil Angel advances more upon him. I can follow perfectly fine there is no need for you to glance over your shoulder at me especially when it seems that such an action will put you in harm’s way. A mixture of emotions radiate from her, mercury oculars blazing as they met azures, surfaces hard and yet somehow soft at the same time while rage at his stupidity fights with the relief of him being alright. Slowly, the anger starts to subside as it losses the battle, the minuscule amount barely having been enough to spark the fatal.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:18:57 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Suddenly, I become aware of another’s presence, causing my grumbled tirade to come to a halt, as damp scenter is pressed gently to mine. Awareness slowly floods back as I turn my crown sheepishly to meet bright silver optics radiating with a curious mixture of emotion. Cobalts search carefully through mercury, before gaze slips over the fatale’s stature. Noting that I was not in immediate danger from her annoyance, tentative step forward is made, until snout buries itself into raven robe. As I did so, I suddenly realised the reasons for Dris’ actions, and my heart almost stops breathing. She did care about me, deeply, for only worry and concern for someone you held dear could spark a reaction such as the maiden had experienced. A strange feeling floods my body, entire being wondering how and why someone had come to feel for me in such a manner. I was used to being exiled, ignored, humiliated, or seen as an advisor. But few had ever tried to get close to me, get to know who I was. Cavern opens to emit the words Thank you in the softest of whispers, my throat too constricted to say much more. Muzzle presses more fiercely into the ebonite hairs, as chest moves closer to come into contact with the maiden’s own cage. Finally, harks register the maiden’s last words and dome pulls back reluctantly to allow the countess to see the slight smile pulling at my kissers. Well, I wasn’t exactly harmed… I begin, before trailing off when I catch the lady’s look. Lobes flatten slightly, as pillars fold slightly to bring me into a slight crouch. Gaze drops to padders, before cobalts flicker briefly towards the matron above me in a sheepish motion. Ribbon runs swiftly across kissers and scenter, as I furiously think of a way to get out of my predicament. I’ll be careful in future I mutter, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground, before mischievous smile forms on façade as I fall lower into a crouch, before leaping at the coal maiden. Ha, got you. You’re it I bark in triumph, before scampering up the slope and disappearing into the foliage. Taking heed of the dame’s words, I don’t bother to look back, focused wholly on running. Within moments, I am settled into an easy rhythm, padders drumming softly upon the ground. Coming to a fallen tree, I leap over it in a single fluid stride, haunches gathering neatly beneath my frame, before the power is released to send me in an easy trajectory that took me across the obstacle. Pace slows a little, as I begin to search for signs of the dark angel which supposedly had no problems following me. Still, I refuse to look back, concentrating mainly on my hearing, structure already prepared for an “attack”.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:20:40 GMT -5
Dris()An uneasy silence follows the maiden's words as the duke watches her with calculating pair, obviously trying to figure out of her infamous rage would be directed at him. Gaze diverted as soon as this was recognized, hurt stinging inside despite the essa that the male thought her capable of actually being a danger to him. True, she did not exactly have the best track record when it came to annoyances, but surely the drake understood that it wasn’t really anger that drove her lyrics when the shela had spoken to him and that the full force of her irritation could never be directed at him. The Evil Angel would rather go through the pain of giving birth rather than make Niravadhi afraid of her. Ribs widen as the damsel forces herself to visibly relax further, hoping that by doing so she would erase any worries the lord had. Surprise at the masculine vocals forced the vixen to look back at the azure pair to find that they were closer than before, the baron pressing ever closer to her frame. Shades fluttered over depths as his tip was buried into her nape, femine bodice bending around his chest to thrust her own crown into the roan hairs that lined the other's body, cranium rubbing shoulder gently while a soft sigh escapes slightly parted kissers. Emotions were let go of as the embrace lasts for a moment more before the lady's companion pulls away, a playful smile meeting smoky pools. Brow lifts in a smirk at the words, snout jutting forward to rest against his again, but this time held its position as a sexy grin pulled at black lips. You got lucky. It could have very easily gone the other way. Tunes reminded him before the connection was broken and amused pools watched while the knight dropped into a crouch. Chuckles emit at his promise causing liquids to sparkle with joy. Don’t make a promise you can't keep, Niravadhi. Tiara snaked towards him in a teasing manner before the rebellious glint in his lanterns were caught and all movement stopped, sockets widening a bit as the contessa was forced to wait for the plan her intelligent little bloke had come up with now. Muscles lurched as he jumped towards her, propelling the raven formation backwards, but it was not fast enough as the duke managed to tag her with his skull. Rascal smile dominated as hind padders pushed against the earth, driving the demon after her lover in the play chase that ensued. Strides lengthened out and bodice lowered closer to the ground, ribbon dangling out the side of Dris’ mouth in an exuberant expression. Path followed the males exactly, mittens hitting the ground in almost exactly the same position that the other's had, limbs folding as system bounded over the fallen stump. Speed increased to its fullest potential as the fea took bit by bit of chucks out of the space between her and the other wolf. Then, the space she gained started to get bigger and bigger. That was when she realized that Nira had slowed his pace. Silly Niravadhi. Doesn’t he know it’s no fun when your prey wants you to catch them? Smile tugs at her maw, dome lowering into a more streamlined position as hunter instincts zone in on the lupe, no other data entered mind other than things that pertained to the chase and to the pursued. As the lady advanced, position dropped into a slight crouch, hindering the speed of her attack, but that didn’t matter much now. Ligaments unraveled and figure launched itself at the male, mass slamming into his slightly hard, but the lady wasn’t thinking much about her own safety and only after the incident did common sense break though her huntress mindset and remind her that this was not a prey animal that she chased after. Now, there was no way to stop it and they both came crashing to the earth, bodies rolling in a bundle of dirt, fur and muscle.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:22:20 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Pouting expression is sent towards the sooty lady in answer to her final statement. I never break my promises I state definitively, expression sombre. Then a small smile creeps across the mask. Fate likes to break them for me. Soft chuckle is emitted at my words, before my previous plan is implemented and I tear off into the wilderness. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out I sing to myself with each stride, ribcage expanding across one stride, contracting with the next. Banner streams behind me, the headwind created by myself allowing the feathery hairs to wave happily. Sapphires remain focused ahead, and yet every small detail of my surroundings is taken in. My gaze soft and all-encompassing, rather than the hard, fixated gaze typical of a predator focused on its prey. A gentle, musical laugh escapes my maw at the thought, tenor tunes drifting around me, filling my lobes with its echoes. I was such an odd creature, I mused, laughter still spilling from my trap at the sheer joy of being alive. Time seems to slow as I allow my cheerful song to swirl around me, infuse me, course through my very being. I was like the stream, trickling its way down the mountainside, bubbling happily across pebbles, until it slowly grew in mass, began to flow, and pulled along by its own current, never stopping. The trees surrounding me seem to blur together, a single mass of earthy tones. And yet, each tree stood proudly in its own right, demanding its space, sunlight and water. Voids open wide, drinking in the quiet presence of the trees as they watched my passage. Never judging, never complaining, always there. Mentally, a note is made to honour the great beings that provided shelter, not only for myself, but for all other species that I had grown up knowing. I let my awareness flow to my feet. Padders make contact with the springy turf, the feathery blades of grass being flattened beneath my weight for a moment, before drawing themselves upright, like tin soldiers ready to face the next battle. As I run, I let go of myself. My thoughts left tumbling in my wake as I lived in the very present. The past didn’t matter. The future wouldn’t matter. What mattered was what I had now. My song slowly dies away, the last cheerful notes dissolving into nothingness as I continued forwards, intellect returning to receive the running commentary provided by my senses. Tree ahead; I jump. Ground dips slight; I correct my striding, taking the weight slightly more to the back. Small creature in the bushes on the left; I wave the data into a corner of my mind, for it was not needed in this context. The processes occur over and over, instinct guiding my responses. Finally, the sound of paw steps behind me, lobes flicker to gauge the distance the source was from me, while eyes are kept focused ahead, structure readying itself. After all, it was always good to be prepared. Lobes send the latest information, intellect processing the data. Result: my follower was close behind, gaining on me. Harks strain, turned back towards the dark shadow that followed me. A slight change in the quality of the beats causes the warning bells to begin ringing. Something was about to happen. Should I increase my pace? Or was it better to dip to the side? I begin to choose the latter, yet I had spent that second too long. The breath is knocked out of my lungs as a large form crashes on top of me, sending me flying forwards, even as I struggled to regain my balance. Yet the added momentum pushed the odds out of my favour. Mittens slip upon the turf beneath me, even as the terra dips gently downwards. My attacker had not let go, pulling me with her in our joint fall. Back arches as I feel all my weight transferred to the front, my haunches coming over my head in the only available motion to redirect the momentum. Yet a single somersault evidently wasn’t enough, as I became separated from the cause of the misfortune, and corkscrewed sideways, limbs entangling with those of my raven huntress. Finally, I come to a halt, stomach churning at the variety of acrobatics I had just displayed. For a moment I remain motionless on the ground, recapturing on breath, before curtains are opened to reveal a dusty figure sprawled atop, beneath and beside me. Trying to figure out which body parts belong to me, I experimentally tried to move my left foreleg, only to find that I didn’t have a clue what to do when I couldn’t even see it. Crown is thrown back as wild laughter escapes my maw, entire structure shaking with mirth as I suddenly realised what a mess the two of us were in. Gasping for breath, I turn back to the unmistakable visage of my loved one. Cheeky smirk is sent her direction, before trap opens. See? I told you fate has a habit of breaking my promises. Twisting myself awkwardly to get the fae, ribbon runs gently down the one cheek I can reach. Are you alright? I ask, mirth fading from my orbs, and replaced with genuine concern. Just because I was feeling fine, was no reason to assume that my partner was too.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:23:23 GMT -5
Dris()Lids shut tightly over orbs to protect their watery depths from the dust that now littered the air, the essa's mind in limbo as the control over her own bodice is lost. Hips flip over dome; a sharp pain runs through frontal limb as the whole of the maiden's weight presses it against the ground, frame finally coming to a halt a few feet away from where she had launched herself at the other wolf. Ribs expanded rapidly for many silent moments after, liquids not daring to reveal themselves to the world for debris were still heavy in the atmosphere. No muscles moved. Cranium too focused on the freshness of the assault to instruct system on what to do next. Then, a loud and very near sound of laughter caught the lady's attention, harks immediately flickering in the direction of its origin as shades slowly lifted from steel pair. Carefree facade of the duke met depths while the damsel still struggled to grasp a hold of the situation, a mixture flood of feelings beating at her now. Suddenly, awareness seems to kick in and the lass’s entire inner workings reboot, the dullness in her lanterns instantly disappearing as they shift all around, jaws still closed tightly against one another. Masculine vocals are heard, lobes flicking to catch the tunes while a smirk crosses raven guise. Ah, I doubt that would be fate, Niravadhi. I was the one who slammed into you. Unless my name is fate. Lyricasl teased gently as crown tilted slightly at the feeling of wetness upon her cheek. Muzzle juts softly forward, pressing once more against the male's blackened tip while a content smile slowly moves across lips. The Evil Angel held her snout against him for a long stretching moment, pushing time and space to nothingness for they meant little between the two lupines. Contact was broken soon as the words last uttered by the bloke were still unanswered by the fea. Yes, yes. I am fine as far as I can tell. Cage wiggled experimentally to find that not much movement was allowed. Slight frown creased features at the revelation and oculars moved to look at the rest of her being, finding entangled limbs were the cause of such immobility. So close pressed were they that it was hard for the beast to discriminate between her own coal tinted coat and the mixture of hues of the lord. Short chuckles erupted and one elbow was jerked towards her diaphragm, one legging removing itself from the mass. Triumphant grin was flashed at Nira before the fatal continued untangling herself from her companion's limbs. Once that feat had been accomplished, the shadowy creature swung her padders into the air and rolled over her back onto her other side, muscles immediately bracing against the ground and pushing the fem upward to a stand. Roughly, formation shakes, dust falling from pelt at the motion. Motion stops and tiara whips in the direction of the other creature, wolfish smile revealing itself to him as its owner waits patiently for him to join her. You see? I am fine. Have you been harmed? Mask turns worried as eyes scan over roan stature for any sign of weakness that the brute could have gained as a result of the mistress's antics.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:24:30 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Cage slowly stops its violent shuddering motions as the laughter slowly comes to halt. Cobalts watch the raven maiden, harks straining to catch her answer. Soft chuckles are released at her opening words. No. Your name is not fate. Yet fate as no name. So you could be a partial embodiment of an aspect of fate I ponder, idle tunes making their way across to the maiden. The sombre shades in my pools lift when I hear that my angel is in one piece. Sapphires look on in interest as bits of flesh begin to move around me. After a moment, the lady has extracted herself from the tangled mess we had made. Lobes flicker to catch her words, voids showing my amusement at her antics. For a moment I remain in my sprawled position, before I send the impulse through my structure. To my delight, and relief, all limbs respond immediately. Yet a slight burning sensation draws my attention to the flank that rested against the dusty ground. Frowning, I pulled myself to my paws, twisting to get a better look at my side. A light scratch runs across the tender surface, dust and dirt clinging to the blood that seeped gently through the tear. A soft sigh escapes my maw, as ribbon makes it way towards the source of discomfit. Rough tape runs along the wound, the burning intensifying for a moment at the pressure. Yet barely two heartbeats later the wound is clean of other particles. Sharp optics rest on the place for a moment, seeing the crimson liquid slowly beginning to stem its flow as it began to clot. Satisfied that I was patched up, I turned back to my countess. I am well, my dear I reply, sending the fatale a disarming grin as I wondered over to her and buried my muzzle into her nape. A moment passes while I let her scent flood my awareness. Pulling away, I smile briefly in her direction. Come on. I still haven’t had the chance to show you your surprise. Façade is kept innocently neutral as I pad away, listening to the maiden’s own footsteps. Strides are long and elastic, knowing the lady would have little problem keeping up with my easy pace. A soft grin plays at my kissers as I remembered the days in the past where my casual walk was almost a trot for others. Large mittens press lightly upon the ground, the scratch barely bothering me. The mind was such a wonderful thing, I mused. How easy it was to ignore something, or overlook it, simply due to the power of the mind and will. Perhaps it would be an interesting experiment to carry out when I was once in more serious pain than a scratch or sprained limb. Harks turn every now and then atop my dome, catching the forest sounds, the sounds we lupines made on our journey. A soft breeze plays through the trees, causing the fibres of my robe to dance slowly as I passed through the currents of air. Soon, the gently thrum of a large body of water can be discerned. The trees slowly give way to a large open meadow, with a meandering river. Out of the shade the trees provided, the sun was a lot hotter than expected, the breeze dying away to almost nothing. Maw parts to allow better cooling as I make my way towards the river bank. Coming to a halt slightly above the softly flowing liquid, I turn to face the ebonite figure beside. Perhaps you would like a more conventional bath, my dear I say cheekily, nudging her forcefully to the edge of the bank. In the same movement, I sidestep quickly in an effort to make sure that my entrance into the water was totally of my own free will, and not with the help of a certain other lupine. Then, haunches gather beneath me and send me hurtling in an arc towards the centre of the river. A quick scan of my surroundings is made, before curtains are shut. A loud splash heralds my landing, as I paddle hard until my head breaks the surface. Twisting to remain somewhat stationary, and never ceasing to paddle, I scan both the water and the banks for a certain coal shadow.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:25:30 GMT -5
Dris()Disbelieving smirk was sent in the lord's direction as dome tilted downward slightly, brow cocking in a playfully rude manner at the words that emit forth from his cavern. I doubt your fate should want anything to do with me. Perhaps the gods have warned her from choosing me as a disciple. Jowls part and muzzle lifts, chuckles escaping forth while the other rises from the earth. Laughter comes to a close as orbs shift back to the duke, worried depths already at work checking over roan armored bodice before mind could even process what needed to be done. All seemed well, barely even a misplaced hair upon the pelt, until steel pools reached the male's flank, a sharp line of crimson immediately drawling her attention and causing a quite an amount of guilt and anger to well up inside raven system. Padders carried her to his side where she stood hopelessly, unsure of what to do and throat was too constricted to let forth any sound. Formation moved as her companions head turned towards the wound and ribbon was produced to clean the debris from its surface. Silently, the maiden cursed her own stupidity for first off letting him get hurt and secondly for not thinking of doing so to the flesh as soon as it had been noticed. Soft whimper escaped, tiara pressing itself forcefully beneath the other's chin where it stayed for a few moments longer, the vixen seeming to be gathering strength, before her own tape exited death trap and ran its cleansing buds over the skin over and over, being sure that nothing was left that could cause an infection, although the baron had already done a fine job in doing so himself. Tongue returns to its hiding place and the wench pulls away from the knight for a moment, eyes cast down while courage is summoned and tight lyrics come forth. I am sorry Niravadhi. I have every intention, but for you to get hurt. Snout again presses against his hide, lids closing over visionaries while she nuzzled her mate in a needing, trying to get the guilt from her cranium as his soothing tunes cascade down to lobes. Skullary is pulled back and a nod given to his urging, strides picking up listlessly as she followed along behind him, unsure still of where they were headed, but trusting the drake enough to follow him to the ends of the earth. Head hangs dejected from nape, low to the dirt throughout the majority of the trip till the sound of running water caught the attention of the contessa's harks, helmet lifting out of instinct to catch the noise better with ebony peaks. Pace soon slows just as Nira's does, mittens striding out further in an attempt to draw even with the bloke. Glance was risked towards him and then it all came into view, clearing opening up as if had always been there although the dame could have sworn just a few moments ago the place had not been there. Leggings settle into a walk, gems gazing around the area as it took in the sights before returning to the mixed hued coat of Nira, moving to stand beside him at the water's edge before dome dropped to drink of its contents. After that, it all came so quickly the mistress hardly had the time to think about what was happening. One minute, she was happily quenching her thirst and the next teasing utterances enter into the air and she finds herself toppling towards the liquid. A loud sound vibrated through the lake and entered into lobes, little care being allowed to such a noise as pistons worked fiercely to get the lady back above water. It wasn’t long before raven tinted cranium breaks through the invisible sheet on the top of the water and the next task was put into play; finding the mud of the bank. Claws racked nothing but water for the first few moments, the Evil Angel quickly losing hope, but before she could, soft mud came in contact with road hardened pads. Once solid footing was found, corpse swung around in search of her lover, accusing iron's glaring at the water as she waited for him to surface. I think I liked the other bath better thank you. Notes that were the closest thing to scolding as the duke was going to get was shot towards him, disgruntled visionage twisted in a slightly pouting, slightly angry expression, the perfect model of her darker side.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:26:54 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Large mittens paddle strongly through the gentle current, keeping me afloat easily as I scanned my surroundings. It was not long before sharp voids caught sight of a very bedraggled, rather unhappy sooty figure upon the bank. Orbs narrow slightly in order to increase the resolution. The expression upon the maiden’s face caused me to chuckle heartily, muzzle tilting upwards to prevent the water from seeping in. Harks unfold themselves, standing upright atop my crown to catch the disgruntled tones of the lady. Her tone, combined with her expression only served to make me laugh harder, ribcage expanding and contracting rapidly, until a movement too much caused some water to leak into my mouth, and myself to roll back under the surface. Harks press flat against my skull as shades are shut instantly. For a moment I let myself drift in the blackness, feeling the familiar weight of the water pressing on me, hearing the rushing sound that seemed to surround me. Then limbs push into action, pedalling the water downwards, allowing me to surface once more. Deep breath of air is taken, lungs expanding to their fullest with the sweet mixture of oxygen and other gases. Bodice twists, facing upstream towards the dark figure that had gotten slightly smaller as I had drifted along with the current. Angling my chest perpendicular to the water flow, forelimbs strike out strongly, allowing me to make my slow way upstream. Since I had not floated far downstream, it took only minutes for me to fight my way back towards Dris, my short roan coat sticking to my slender form, while the coarse hairs stopped my being waterlogged. Reaching level with the coal structure on the bank, a smirk is sent in the duchess’ direction. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of water I tease lightly. Deciding I had taunted her enough, my brow creases slightly. Funny how I seem to be the only one who likes water. Perhaps I was so used to flooding I grew up half fish I continue, voice musing yet with an undertone of playfulness. Shaking my dome once more, I begin making my way towards the bank and clawing my way up. Upon reaching solid ground, I pause for a moment, before I shake myself vigorously. The little water droplets that had collected upon my robe scattered away in a great arc of colours, as the sun’s rays caught their flight. For a moment I watch the brightly hued specks hurtling through the air, before my attention is drawn back to a rather displeasured fatale.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:27:21 GMT -5
Dris()Scowl remains upon guise as iron pools search the liquid, knowing that a roan beast lay beneath the water and at some point in time he would need to surface for air. Small breath that the essa did not know she had been holding was let out as the crown of another broke the surface. Any sign of relief was quickly dashed from features, the pure displeasure shining at the drake as he started towards her, quickly closing the distance and becoming even with her upon the bank. Furrow of brow deepened as the teasing words emitted, a miniscule rumble of irritation starting within throat. I find myself afraid of few things and liquid that causes no harm is not one of them. Vocals growled, dome lifting high as framework spun slowly around, banner flicking in the male's direction as she climbed out of the river the rest of the way. Hark flickered back to catch his next words, a disbelieving snort and amused facade following as neck bent and mask again faced the duke. You would be the first fish/wolf I have ever heard of. Tiara turned back to what was before the lady and the whole of her bodice shook violently, raven tinted hairs sending droplets of water that they had gathered after the lass had been "helped" into the running stream off in all directions. The violent action came to a close and with one last shake of the maiden's nape; any hairs that had been ruffled now lay flat once more. Attention turned to the bloke, noticing that he as well was riding his pelt of the water. Steel depths sparked with the light of an idea, mind churning as it worked itself out, laying out what the damsel needed to do first to carry out her plan. Innocence was forced into liquids as the Evil Angel watched her mate, limbs moving her closer to him in a way that would make any believe she wanted merely to approach. Then, the transformation came. Gait changed and seductive smile pulled upon lips, the lass turning into the wench she had been the day the duo met. As the mistress drew closer, her side brushed against the drake's shoulder, skullary running beneath his chin. That was not nice of you to push me in, Niravadhi. Tunes scolded teasingly, tiara pulling out from beneath roan mane and tilting upward at him, orbs still sparkling as she awaited the reply that would come in response from her companion.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:30:03 GMT -5
Niravadhi::Brow crinkles slightly in annoyance at the maiden’s cocky words. While the river looked calm and harmless, the shimmering depths were as deceiving as the sleeping snake before it struck. At the lady’s cool dismissal of a potential danger, a surge of both protectiveness and annoyance washes through me. It would be prudent to remember that the liquid that currently does no harm can easily bring destruction to the land and death to yourself and myself I say, my tone slightly crisper than intended. Sapphires lock with iron for a moment, myself not bothering to hide the emotions that currently coursed through my body. The maiden was entitled to know the reasons why I spoke as I did. A tense silent later, stance relaxes, a soft smile being sent towards the dark angel, indicating that my lecture was finished, the incident put behind us. A light chuckle escapes my maw as the countess allowed some amusement back into her demeanour. At least I had succeeded in that. Orbs watch as the fae rid herself of the water that clung to her dense pelt, before I mimicked her actions. When I looked up, I was met with Dris making her way towards me. Believing myself forgiven, I smile warmly at the lady; about to take a step forwards to meet her. Yet before I took a step, voids narrow in suspicion as the posture and gait altered suddenly in the countess. Dome snaps upward, while posture stiffens slightly, cobalts darkening as they watched the coal figure approach the last inches separating us. I remain silent, trying to analyse the aim of this new manoeuvre. Then raven locks brush against my coarser robe as her crown dips beneath my chin, causing instinct to leap into the fray. Consequently a battle ensued within my mind; intellect warring with instinct. On the one hand I wanted desperately to surrender myself to the lass’ touch, yet the abrupt change and the teasing tones were enough to put me into alert mode. Thus, I remained motionless, neither leaning into the maiden’s touch, nor veering away from it. Lobes barely flicker upon receiving the duchess’ words. For a moment silence stretches between us as I deliberate my next course of action. Would it be better if I played along? Or if I stubbornly remained very much me? Maybe a little game would be amusing, I decide, a soft smirk pulling at my lips as I bent forward to whisper softly into a blackened hark. Hmmm, was it not? I reply, drawing back with a falsely innocent expression upon my features. I am terribly sorry I breathe into her other hark, ribbon slowly trailing its way around the base, before dome draws back to keep the angel in clear view.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:32:25 GMT -5
Dris()Sensual chuckles follow his words, steel depths sparkling as the playful batter came back to the lass, the beast with which she now stood having changed and opened up more than she had thought possible within the past few days. Dome bends and pushes against the tapes pressure about the base of her peak, lids shutting over pools halfway as she did so. Raven bodice pressed closer to the roan drake, cage wrapping itself around his chest until their orbs could meet comfortably, the earlier scolding of her naivety completely forgotten. No, the lady was not foolish enough to think herself above the elements, but drowning was simply not something she considered as much of a threat when there were always another's jaws to contend with. Perhaps this was due to the fact that the maiden's swimming skills were quite refined and her smarts kept her out of raging waters that would otherwise offset the advantage of being a powerful swimmer. Crown tilted as irons stared into azures, mischief still riled within, but uncertainty arising on how to proceed. Even if it was only partly, the essa hadn’t really expected the bloke to cooperate with her little plan and now that he was, the stats of the situation changed. Now instead of just seeing how uncomfortable she could get him, the question that begged for an answer was just how far could she push the male? Ribbon sneaked out to brush against the multi colored strands at the baron's nape, plume lifting to wave behind her as if displaying her enjoyment to the world. Tongue continued its caresses as it moved up the brute's neck to his cheek before traveling to his lobe, around its edges and coming back again, its trail heading towards the blackened tip of the snout. As pink worked its strange path, frame remained constantly shifting, twisting to the seductress a better angle meanwhile bumping into the other lupine often, banner sometimes brushing against his shoulder, neck and even once against the other side of facade. Tape reached nose and for a moment halted its action, being pulled back into trap before covering ink stained lips while gems waited for their companions to look at them. Sly grin spread slowly across guise as cobalt liquids didn’t let her down and soon met her gaze, muzzle then jutting outward, tips touching briefly before the mistress returned to her earlier occupation, ribbon again coming in contact with his snout and working its way to the other side of the creature's mask. Lean form folded and before long hind limbs brought rump around, bumping against the firm chest of the vixen's partner as it moved around to the other side of his front. Tape made the same path it had on the other side only, it ran the road backwards; starting at the tip of muzzle and working its way back towards audit. Once wetness had been applied to the outer rim of the other hark, tiara tilted and pink returned to the cavern, hot breath breathing upon salt and pepper hairs on mane, soft bell like laughter soon escaping before vocals were produced. You are not sorry. You enjoyed it just as much as I enjoy this. Where did my shy little hunter go? He seems to be lost in the inner chambers of my mate. Teasing tunes tell him, easily pointing out the change she seemed to have imposed in him. Skullary pulled back just enough for oculars to meet, making sure the duke caught the twinkle in her eye before more syllables follow. This is a very interesting situation you have gotten us into, Niravadhi. Tell me, what would my mate do in reaction to this? Question emitted just as figure moved, the length of her flag running against his chin just as it had the first time they met, its manner the same, but reasoning varied. First, when they had been strangers, the motion was meant to set him in an unsure state, which it had succeeded in that purpose to some extent. This time, however, the Evil Angel did so in the mindset of a lover intending to tempt her companion with the gentle touches.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:33:39 GMT -5
Niravadhi::As the maiden continues her advances, the soft caresses of salmon on slate, instinct and yearning gradually gains the power to confine the intellect into a prison chamber within the mind. Even as common sense and rational thought battled with the mental constrains, instinct had turned its back upon its captor in order to enjoy the gentle strokes that plastered the narrow muzzle. Unconsciously, structure leans forward, craving a closer contact to the raven lass. Time flowed together, no beginning or end discernable, until the temptress paused for a moment, causing rational thought to scream defiance even as pools met a grin that could bode both good and ill to myself and the world at large. Yet I was too enamoured, too pulled along by the thrill of sensations, the overwhelming emotions that I had only experienced briefly. Too briefly for me to have felt totally comfortable with them. And now, here I was, experiencing the same again, only with a lady I had barely met. Instinct calmed slightly, relaxing its hold upon the cage which contained the larger, rational aspect of my being. Slowly. ever so slowly, so that the balance in power was not noticed by either party, I assumed control of my body once more. Yet bodice reacts instinctively to the maiden’s actions nonetheless, quiet growl of pleasure working its way through my chest, as I press yet closer to the lass. The mind, now awakened from the slumber it had fallen into, waited silently in the shadows, watching the seductress with a calculating shrewdness. Being waits for the countess’ next words, intellect knowing that it was easier to fight with words, easier to gain control by using the phenomenon of speech. Thus, as the reactions had not disappointed the fae, her trap was soon opened to emit words to which I could finally reply. At the opening statement, a crooked grin is sent in return, for there was no need for me to verify her accusation. It was, after all, legitimate. At the next words however, orbs widen slightly in surprise, brow crinkling out of habit as I began to think through her words. Yet even as an answer it formed, a teasing smirk settles upon my mask. Hmmm. Now that you mention it… Pause is made, while ribbon flicks forwards to barely graze the lass’ cheek. He seems to be off…hunting. Smirk broadens, as stature pulls backwards slightly, sapphires gleaming with mirth. But I can assure you that the “shy little hunter” is neither lost within me, nor was he ever yours. Facials grow serious for a moment, the truth of my statement suddenly sinking in. But how true it was. The shy hunter was my armour against the world. Few people had use for a quiet, intellectual being, and so I was left mostly to my own devices, just as I had wanted. Yet the mere action of meeting a foreign coal dame, had sent the armour crumbling, exposing the true character that had hidden from the world for the past three years. Yet the next set of utterances caused a deep chuckle to break forth from my chest, as I watched the countess with a mixture of amusement and incredulity. Excuse me? I manage to say in the most dignified of tones I could muster given the current situation. I hold little responsibility for anything that you began, my little hellion. Yet I most probably do hold responsibility for how the situation is resolved. I finish, the slight stress on situation not going unnoticed by the vixen before me. Smile continues to play upon my lips as I resist the urge to press close to the onyx figure. There would be enough time for that later, I reasoned, daggers gripping into the soft turf as a cautionary measure just in case.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 14, 2011 13:34:41 GMT -5
Dris()Smug smile flashes at the drake as the essa gauges his reactions, pleased with herself for causing them no matter the extent to which she had expected such behavior. Brow cocks lightly in entertainment as the duke seemed to have recovered from her previous endearments and now played right along with her, never failing to surprise the dame with the boldness that seemed to appear within him over night. So it did seem she caused just as much of a stirring change in him just as he did to her. Now that orbs could plainly see such, her earlier dismissal of the prospect was contradicted. Funny, they both triggered the opposite emotions from one another. Just as Nira had instilled love in her chest, Dris gave him confidence. When one looked at the situation like that, it was hard not to see how perfect they were for each other. Apart, they were only a half of who they truly are, but together, all the missing links reformed with the whole as both drew out the hidden side of their partner. Lids flutter as ribbon moves over her cheek quickly, vision being lost for only a moment before the image became clear once more as lashes stopped their attempt to shade depths from the world. Skullary tilts now at the words that left his mouth, an amused smirk jumping onto maw before a second thought could even be placed on the subject. Ah, what is he hunting? Tunes ask teasingly, bodice dancing closer to the male as the answer to her own question was already solved within the damsel's head. Of course, the hunter was hunting her, but did he really know what he did? Slight frown forms onto features at the next statement, stature going hard while pools flashed. The hunter was mine before he knew it, my dear. For whom lives that can out hunt the huntress? Brow again cocked, yet this time it was in questioning rather than amusement. Mind suddenly becomes confused as the previously carefree guise of her companion turns serious without a warning. How was the baroness to know of what the drake was talking? To the vixen, the shyness was a part of her lover and although the actions he took now thrilled her, she simply believed they shy hunter had been dismissed for the moment. How was she to know that it was rather banned forever from the brute? His chuckle brings her out of the small planet of confusion that was forming within her cranium and back to the present, thoughts working fast until she realized that he was merely addressing the second half of her speech. Harks perk intently and as the syllables enter passageways, a slow, confident grin forms on ebony features. Snout tilts upward, hide pressing still closer to his as the role of the temptress continued to be played. Oh how the beast knew naught of what he said. On the contrary, Niravadhi. The blame for starting this situation is all upon your shoulders. It was unwise to push the wicked and not expect her to push back. As if to make a point, shoulder then bumped into his, tiara rubbing against his mane while figure worked its way back beneath chin, plume flicking the sooty tip of the roan varg as rump moves before him. Unhindered impish laughter then erupted forth, muzzle tossing into the air as if the words he just spoke were the best joke of the century. Gaze then leveled with the others, smoky depths sparkling. You believe you control this situation and its end? Oh Niravadhi, you still have much to learn about your lover. Giggles were let into the air again, lids shutting off liquids from the atmosphere briefly before they again met with cobalts, almost daring him to doubt her statement. How fun it was to toy with this scout! Simply because the Evil Angel cared for him did not mean he was free from her rebellious character. Rather, it made it all the worse for the bloke for the wench was more likely to challenge him.
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