Dear Niravahi()

[Lonestar]

Niravadhi::A smile tugs at the corners of my maw, unwilling to go away, now that I finally had a reason to look at the world with joy. A bark of laughter sends cage rattling for a moment, before I answer the lass easily. It would have been a lie to say I had not expected the question. True, I had a lot to learn of this dark lady, but some things were not going to change. The shy hunter you make reference to, is a-hunting peace and quiet. Yet most of all, he is seeking solitude. A momentary pause in made in my speech, as muzzle runs through the countess’ nape, moist tip parting the multitude of ebonite hairs. Before I could complete my speech, cobalts take notice of the hardened metal whilst cooler tones erupted. Torn between amusement at the lady’s indignance, and worry that I was taking a slightly too convoluted path in explaining the duplicity of my character, I decide to continue with both my previous train and thought, as well as answering the question that the lass had posed. Pillars suddenly fold beneath my structure so that I was lying down within seconds, plume wrapped comfortably along my flank. Dome tilted upwards, allowing sapphires to make contact with steel. The hunter was never yours I repeat softly, my mask serious once again, whilst orbs asked for the lass to hear me out. The hunter was merely… I pause not quite sure how to say what I meant. He was merely a shield between myself and the rest of the world. Others react to harsh times by running away, turning bitter or aggressive or whatever. I reacted by hiding. I rueful smile creeps onto my façade. Perhaps not the boldest of approaches, yet it protected me well and without fail. That is, until a day not too far in my past. Or should I say, our past. A cheeky grin is sent with the last comment, making sure that there was absolutely no mistake in which day I was referring to. That day, a certain.... I pause again, a frown forming upon my features as I struggled to express myself. It was my own fault really, for hiding my feelings for so long. No wonder it was difficult to speak of them now. Yet I continue, knowing that I had to do this for both myself and my listener. Confrontation occurred between the hidden and the shield. A slight prompting on your behalf was the catalyst for the barrier to crumble, allowing you access to the real me that few have ever had. Tones finish on a somewhat sombre note, yet I felt I had expressed myself adequately. At least no-one could hold it against me for not being open with the truth. Neck cranes forwards, allowing snout to push its path gently through the silky wisps that adorned the countess’ chest fur. For a moment silence settles upon and between us, each creature lost in thought, before I remember the lass’ question. A cheeky grin sidles upon my features as I look up at the maiden. No-one can out-hunt the huntress I reply, allowing the fae to think she had won. Yet what use is there in hunting if the prey does not cooperate? Ribbon slithers from its den, snaking its way through the air to place a couple of feather-light strokes upon the raven chest, before tape returns to its cave. That is an interesting concept I concede, hearing the lady’s next utterances, and thinking them through as I usually did. I guess the statement holds some merit. Shoulder muscles tense for a moment as a force connects with them, yet even the youngest sapling would not have been bruised by the touch, causing the limb to relax again. One orb narrows slightly at the vixen’s words of hilarity and disbelief. I allow her laughter to wash over me, my silence being held for a moment longer to give the lass the chance to share her mirth with the world. Of course I believe that I can control the situation and its end I reply easily, azures twinkling slightly. After all, it was easier to allow others to believe they were in control, rather than trying to force them to see the reality. At the duchess’ final words, my own laughter rolls forth, the tenor chimes floating away easily into the distance. Indeed, I do have much to learn I say agreeably, shaking my head briefly. Yet I am not as predictable as you may have begun to believe, my love. Whilst I am learning, you too shall have to learn. A small smile is sent towards the fatale, before carcass rolls over to the side, allowing me to stretch out upon the warm ground, flank pressed wholly against the turf, while pillars lay spread-eagled to my side.

[Lonestar]

Dris()Amusement was wiped from features as again the drake contradicted what the essa spoke and further ignored her temptress actions. Exasperated expression found its way onto facade as orbs rolled in irritation and a sigh escaped, accusing glance being sent towards the male who now lay upon his side. I’ll consent, you do hold some truth in that statement. I find you even harder to per sway than the hunter which was cast from you. Vocals grumbled as muzzle butted his exposed underbelly sharply before bodice moved away from the other and limbs folded, chin resting upon the dame's front leggings with a huff. True, his words before had been sweet and while the softer side of the vixen yearned to show the brute of her pleasure at him admitting his emotions, her stubborn, more dominant side could not accept that the game she had induced was now lost by her and that the duke now held the upper hand in the situation. Scowl deepened further while mind ran over the words that had been spoken between them over the past new moments, focusing on one sentence Nira had said after giving her the satisfaction of agreeing with her that none could out hunt the huntress. Hunting serves a purpose as long as the prey does not cooperate, but its meaning comes to an end when the prey lies before the huntress and waits for her to take the kill. Discontented tunes emit in a mumble that was only heard by the lass's companion because she wanted him too. A pouting demon is anything but dangerous. Some would expect the wench to simply get angry with her disappointment and therefore lash out in violence, but if they knew the fatal, they would know how very wrong they were. For, Dris was one who was used to getting her way, one way or another and when such did not occur, which was not very often at all, she found herself pouting at the beast who refused to do as she wanted, playing upon her companions enjoyment of companionship. Most wolven are creatures of pack and as such can be driven crazy if the one being that they are near chooses to ignore them. This weakness tends to make the maiden's partner crumble and the ending she wished for to come out.

[Lonestar]

Niravadhi::Being relaxes against the ground, orbs closing slightly as the warmth trickled into my body. A soft smile plays upon my features at the lady’s words. Ah, the poor dear would have to learn that I was as different from normal lupines, as wind was from a rock. No answer is made to the dame, harks turning lazily atop crown to make sure that everything was as it should have been. A sharp prod into the sensitive underside of my structure, causes dome to snap upwards, sapphires narrowed slightly as I searched for the cause. Voids fall upon the disgruntled figure of my companion, causing chasse to relax once more, and cranium to make its way back down to the ground. Cobalts grow lighter with amusement as the pouting expression of my love was sent towards me. Lobes twitch at the maiden’s unhappy lyrics made their way in my direction. Shoulders twitch slightly in a shrug, yet I do not bother to answer back. The day was too nice to be spoiled by getting into a somewhat senseless argument about hunting; no matter whether the more literal or metaphorical aspect of hunting was meant. Muscles stretch for a moment, my length increasing sizeably, before a quick twist allowed me to change the side I was lying on. Structure wriggles for a moment, allowing me to find a comfortable position in which I could keep a close watch on the lass. Common sense told me that she was fairly disgruntled, for whichever reason I could not name, and that it was only sensible to keep at least an eye on her. Maw opens wide as yawn escapes my cavern, a sheepish smile being directed towards the lass once the action had been concluded. Flank rises and falls gently as I breathe slowly, letting the sweet oxygen run through my arteries and bring my muscles and organs the nourishment they needed. Azures fall upon the onyx figure lain a distance from me, brow crinkling slightly at the sight that met me. In truth, she lass looked like a sulking adolescent who was told to stay in the den by her parents. The image was amusing, causing me to want to chuckle at the scene. Yet rational thought kept my façade straight and ribcage rising and falling in its natural rhythm. It would not do to incite the lady at this point in time. Tip moves slightly to the side, before shutters are closed over gems. The warmth of the earth was just right, with the sun’s light not being as hot as it could have been. I had never been good with heat, the northern climate forcing me to deal with bitter winds and driving rain. Yet that didn’t mean that I did not enjoy the gentle warmth that nature reflected on days like these. Despite the fact that I looked as though I were asleep, harks were constantly on alert. Years of travelling had taught me the importance of being awake within split-seconds should something occur that may well influence me.

[Lonestar]

Dris()Disgruntled expression continued to poison the essa's mask while resentful steel pools stare out of well placed sockets at the world. Light was refracted against the surfaces and images of what lay before the beast sent into the mind, but none were truly seen. Thoughts were too busy brooding upon the actions of the lady's companion to worry much about the maiden's surroundings. Many moments of silence passed between them, the heated rays of the sun sending the dame's blood to a boil as it focused upon her raven coat and seemed to burn the outer layer of protection. For years the large orb in the sky had beat down upon the fea, drawn to her figure by the dark hue of her coat. It was something the fatal had learned to endure, and at certain times, to enjoy. It may seem strange for any to relish a blistering sensation, but this the vixen did, finding it somehow releasing as it warmed her frame further. At other times, the heat of the large star was hated and ebony system sought out the comfort of shade, perhaps from a tree or other form of habitat in order to cool the blazing liquids inside. Yes, it was both a curse and a blessing to be born covered in soot and it depended merely upon the fem upon which the armor was that day. Rustling beside her brought orbs in the direction of the sound, unforgiving depths watching roan corpse flip to lie upon the opposite flank as if there wasn’t a care in the world. Displeased growl was held within chasse as tiara whipped away from the sight, jaw line hard as the being continued to ignore her partner. She recongized her efforts to be childish, yes, but that did not hinder her from carrying on the antics longer. It mattered naught of Niravadhi continued to be wrapped up in his own delight of the day, the stubborn set of the cranium would not allow the countess to be the first to break. Frustration at the male began to seethe within the wench, brain nearly fuming as she thought of what had happened earlier that day. Why did the drake she had chosen have to be the one that could withstand her flirtations? Others had crumbled quicker to her whims, nearly drooling upon her padders as they lay themselves in sacrifice before the mistress. These creatures were only feeling the effect of lust, was love not more powerful? Skullary shook lightly while lids closed over smoky lanterns. No, the lass refused to believe such was true. Why was she so enraptured with the subject anyway? She did she want Nira to fall to her temptations so easily as others had when those other lupine had meant nothing to her and were viewed as pathetic specimens of the other gender? Pride can be considered either a fault of a virtue and in this case, it was the fault that kept the madam from savoring the time they had away from the pack, but still, even as she recognized this, the fea refused to give in, ego still playing its part in the game. Deep sigh emits, patience wearing thin as the contessa continues to wait for her partner to break, knowing with only few doubts that one could not lie in the sun and appreciate its warmth forever.

[Lonestar]

Niravadhi::Curtains fall fully over voids, shutting out the bright sunlight and the hundreds of impressions. My breathing slows and becomes deeper as I allow myself to get closer to the boundaries of sleep. Before blackness fully takes over, cavern parts slightly to release quiet tones. I’m taking a nap, my dear. Then I let go of everything, sinking down into the soft folds of sleep. I awakened perhaps twenty minutes later, feeling suitably refreshed, if not a little warm. Rolling on my side in order to get myself into a more upright position, maw opens wide to allow a contented yawn its passage. Sharp enamels gleam briefly in the light, before the blemished ivory is hidden once more within the darkness of my trap. Shutters are opened, allowing sapphires to fall upon a certain ebonite lady. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she hadn’t moved, and I had yet to hear her speak since she wandered off in her huff. Soft sigh is released as I watched the figure for a moment, before I decided that action needed to be taken. The sun was already on its way to the other hemisphere, and I was filled once more with energy. The slight burning sensation beneath my pelt told me that I had been in the sun for too long, the warmth becoming uncomfortable as the heat was trapped between my hide and robe. Visage is turned to face the raven lass, dome tilting somewhat to the side, as brow crinkled in its characteristic manner whenever I thought something through. Reaching a conclusion, pillars force my chasse off the ground, yet before I take a step, muscles are stretched carefully. It was, after all, paramount to keep them limber. Three long strides take me before the pouting wench that happened also to be my mate and lover. Snap out of it darling. I admonish the dame, peering down at the figure. People will begin to think you are some spoiled pup rather than my mate. I continue, sapphires flashing a mild warning. A couple of steps back are taken, giving the countess some breathing space as well as the room to stand up and stretch in peace and quiet should she feel the need. I pause for a moment, wondering what had sent the dear into her bad mood. Not really coming up with a clear answer, I shake my crown slightly, dispelling the thoughts. Faes were just complicated, I decided. It was generally easier to read a drake’s intentions and emotions, and most of the brutes I knew, or had known, were less likely to experience such large changes in mood. Shoulder twitch in a shrug as I return back to the present. Would you care to take a walk? I ask finally, tunes light as they danced over to the lady. Part of me wanted to go over and rub my bodice against hers, wanting to feel our pelts intermingling. Yet common sense told me that rewarding the lass after she had gone into a huff was majorly counter-productive. I could wait, for I didn’t believe that the duchess could be in a bad mood for all that long without a good reason. And if she did decide to hold a grudge against me for longer than my mistakes allowed, then I could easily treat her with the same indifference as she had treated me. I had already told her that there were more sides to me than most expected. Additionally, stubbornness and determination were strong traits of mine, and as long as intellect remained in power, instinct would wants would be put on hold for the time being. Some said you could fight fire with fire, although in such a situation, I preferred to use the northern variant of fighting ice with ice. A small grin tugs at the corners of my kissers, as I remember the first time I had altered the idiom. At first all had looked at me as though I was barking mad, which, to some extent, I was. Yet over time even they had found amusement in my altered figure of speech, and thus it had stayed around. Focus shifts back to the maiden, as pistons itched to begin moving once more. As far as I was concerned, I was going to meet my death in full sprint, for there was hardly a possibility that I would lie around for longer than possible. Yet if all movement was taken from me, I think my spirit would break, leaving only the empty shell of a living creature, while my soul had long since left in search of new lands to roam.

[Lonestar]

Dris()Hark flicks back in the duke's direction, vocals entering passageways and a sharp, grumpy grunt rumbling though diaphragm in acknowledgement. Ok, so perhaps this male could find something else to pass the time by doing. Growl of displeasure emitted out into the atmosphere while the damsel remained planted in the spot which she had laid down in after having been irritated by the roan beast only a few yards away. The lass was beginning to feel the clutches of boredom clawing at her innards and although she had resolved to remain statue like in her protest, a small voice inside spoke of how easy it would be to give up, give in and go curl up beside her sleeping mate in waiting for him to arise. Part of her yearned to fulfill this prospect, to forget the stubborn side and simply let go of any grudges held against the brute. After all, they were silly little things anyway. But, this was not to happen for the vixen's headstrong half quickly went to work silencing the words coxing surrender. Many minutes passed by, the sun changing its position in the sky just barely, but it was enough for the rays to beat down even heavier upon the ebon garbed fatal, jowls parting just slightly in a pant to try and relieve her bodice of the excess heat. Of course, there was a source of shade just a few meters away, but part of demonstration was to not move until the other gave first. Sounds of one waking from slumber reach the fea's peaks, alerting her to the motions of the male who lay behind her. Pouting scowl deepened, but soon padders trudged her way, masculine tunes soon emitting. Crown lifted from where it had settled upon the earth by her side and whipped around until it faced the other lupine, orbs flashing as they met cobalt depths. Limbs pushed cage up from the ground eagerly, pausing to stretch swiftly before advancement was made upon the baron as he had backed away a few spaces after such a speech. I should think that would be the type of impression others get from us considering I doubt they would choose us as mates at all. Harsh tunes snapped, the vixen's approach having halted once muzzle was only a few inches away from the other's snout. Niravadhi was right. Any passing stranger would peg them for a disgruntled daughter whose father was simply letting her fuse burn out. But, from the dame's point of view, there was more than just her child-like antics that contributed to such an illusion. Sure, the knight was as affectionate as they come at times, but was it not a part of matehood for them to display their emotions by doing more than just simple caresses? Confusion muddled already hazy mind then. How did she know this anyway? She had never had a mate. Something just told her that Nira was holding back for some reason. Was it just how his character was in these situations or was it more that affected the way he acted? He had told her earlier that she had torn away his defenses, but had she really exposed all of him within the matter of days? Framework wheels around and the lass stalks off toward the wood without waiting for her companion to join her. If it was a walk he wanted, she could give him a walk, but she would be the one to lead the way this time, even if her knowledge of the neighboring lands was slim. Mittens landed heavily upon the sod, causing leaves to rustle and crackle while tiny twigs snapped under the weight of the predator. What did it matter how loud she was? The Evil Angel was not planning on hunting within this "walk", although, a hunt would probably do her some good by releasing some of this tension of her stature, but her hunger was still content from the kill she had taken this morning and at the moment, taking life simply for sport did not suit her. Chasse twisted around the thick tree trucks, the path upon which Dris traveled only visible to her it seemed as it was well off the marked trail. Did she know where she was going? Sure, they were headed south. Anymore than that was put out of her mind. She was moving in an attempt to try and strip free of some pressure, but as it seemed now, the gait she was at did little to improve her state. Low growl vibrated vocal cords and strides jumped to a run, the hidden avenue more dangerous now as the higher speed was thrown into the mix. Thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind, an attempt by the fem to clear her cranium and simply focus on the pleasure of running. Of course, not everyone gets what they wanted do they?

[Lonestar]

Niravadhi::Dome shakes at the snappish reply I got in return, as I watch her stalk off towards the forest. A deep sigh is emitted, before my own pistons move into action, long strides easily closing the gap between myself and the raven lass. Yet I did not bother to move beside her or overtake. Instead, I stayed a couple of lengths behind her, taking a slightly different route to the maiden, whilst all the while keeping watch on her bearing. As I picked my way between the trees and over the uneven ground, I tried once more to come to a conclusion as to why my nudging her into the river had caused such a huge change in her disposition. I could understand that she was annoyed about it, and yet to carry the grudge for so long? Dome droops low, harks flattening to lie closer to my crown as I place my padders before almost mechanically. Even when the dark shadow I was following suddenly leapt into a run, my gait never changed. Nares seek the path that my mate had taken, yet no effort is made to catch up immediately. Instead, my pace slows for a moment, halting completely when I came to a small puddle that had not quite dried. The ripples within the liquid had almost subsided, calming after the fae’s furious passage past it. Voids look into the murky depths, seeking the faint reflection. A moment more and the darkened illusion of myself stares back at me. For a long while I simply watch myself, giving up on finding an answer to the lass’ moods. Growing annoyance at the lady that had disappeared before me causes forepaw to dart forward, smashing through the tinted mirror and sending droplets of rainwater scattering through the air. With an angry bark, haunches gather beneath my lanky frame, before I am propelled forwards in a fluid motion. Strides extend until the turf almost falls away beneath me. Lobes remain flattened while nares tell me of the wench’s path. Ribcage expands and contracts evenly, despite the high demand of oxygen my muscles had when travelling at such a pace. Yet now I was in my element. Years of doing nothing but running gave me the advantage when I was in pursuit of someone, or something, who had a large head start. Plume hangs low to the ground, the feathery hairs dancing wildly in my wake, as I dart through the trees with grim determination. Like a slate-grey arrow loosed from a bow, I followed my quarry unerringly. Hues of green and brown flash past me, yet no attention is given to the glimpses of nature. Orbs are focused on the unseen path before me, scanning ahead for obstacles that could easily cause me to sprain or tear a ligament if I did not see them in time. At the speed with which the maiden and hence myself were going, a small dip in the ground or a branch that went unnoticed could easily send us flying. My entire awareness is focused on my journey, that I hardly notice the increasing scent of the lass that had caused my annoyance. Sapphires lift from the ground momentarily, catching a flash of ebonite in the trees ahead. I force my pistons to work harder, breath being released in sharp snorts before more oxygen was sucked in feverishly. Slowly I moved into my highest gear, padders barely skimming across the ground. A small voice of reason warned me of the dangers that the forest could hold for someone going at my speed, yet for once I did not bother to listen. Pushing myself to the limits, I close the gap between myself and the onyx temptress, pulling level with the figure before I streak past. Immediately, the signal to stop is given, forelegs digging into the earth as I braked violently. Shoulders tense as I skid across the ground, before structure is twisted sharply so that I faced the evil angel. Brow is furrowed, while narrowed orbs watch her approach. Breathing is somewhat ragged, flanks heaving a little irregularly as muscles begged for more oxygen than I could supply. Yet instead of taking a moment to regain my breath, maw is opened as exhaled air is forced through vocal chords. Ok. Spit it out. What is your problem? I snap, entire form tense as I glared at my mate. Without giving her much time to reply, I continue, my annoyance clearly audible in the sharpness of my tone. Just because I love you, doesn’t mean I’m going to be your baby-sitter. Form remains firmly planted where I had come to a rest, disapproval written clearly across my features.

[Lonestar]

Dris()Strides continue at their strangely comfortable blistering pace as raven bodice streaked through the forest, leaves that had already fallen from the limbs of large oaks flying up as pads shoved them backwards into the air with each step. A few had even managed to tickle the lass's underbelly, something that was not a very good thing when her temper was already on edge. Knives grind against one another as jowls tighten, the pressure within the essa's head mounting with every step. Argh! Why did everything have to be so complicated nowadays?! Running was usually the miracle cure and now it was having no affect on the damsel what so ever. What was wrong with her? Dome shook, trying helplessly to try and shake the poisonous thoughts from her mind through physical means. Nothing worked. Nasals flared and pulled in the scent of the area around her in, one last ditch effort in an attempt to get cranium to wash out. Strangely enough, the aroma of the duke who pursued her had thinned. Perhaps he was falling back, unwilling to keep her pace? Good. What did it matter if the lord followed her now? It would probably only lead to her snapping further at him. Niravadhi was a smart enough fellow to understand when the lass he followed needed some alone time. It might do her some good to get away from him for a while. Tiara shook again, this time ridding her mind of the subject. Who was she kidding? The whole reason the Evil Angel had started out on this journey was to forget the male who had started this whole issue. Chasse dropped even lower to the ground in an attempt to reduce the amount of resistant force upon her frame, speed increasing ever slightly just as she did this. About two miles had been covered before the damsel started to slow, the energy demand of keeping such a pace up finally beginning to wear upon the fea. Now a nice lope was picked up, ribbon hanging from the side of the fatal's parted jowls. How long did this forest stretch? It seemed to go on forever considering the distance that had been covered and the maiden still had yet to see daylight. Suddenly, pounding upon the sod caught the dame's attention and harks jumped back, nearly pinning against skull as they trained upon the noise. Another was approaching and at a very fast speed. Figure twisted to the right, fangs bared ready to dig into flesh when the blue roan creatures streaked past her, an astonished expression transforming aggressive features. Hinds applied the brakes, skull now facing forward and noticing that her companion had stopped a few feet ahead. Brow cocked in annoyed questioning as system came to a halt before him, waiting whatever was to come next. Slight surprise was felt at the baron's syllables, the tone different from any the lass had yet to hear come forth from the normally peaceful varg. Guise quickly shut down, lips crinkling in displeasure before vocals emit. I do not need a baby-sitter. If I had wanted one of those I would have chosen one of the countless brutes who tried their hand before you. Lyrics snapped, dome raising high in an indifferent way. I find it astonishing that you love me at all. My parents felt hardly anything but hate towards one another and still they managed to be attracted to one another.

[Lonestar]

Niravadhi::Sitting across from the object of my suddenly flared temper, I slowly feel the annoyance subside from my frame. I was not one to hold my anger out for any particular length of time. True, I generally confined the feelings within me, yet at times when the pressure grew too great for me to handle, it was easier just to release the emotion, before going back to normal. Holding grudges and remaining in a temper for slight infringements was, in my opinion, simply pointless. Noting that the lass had not made any indication to charge off once more, structure relaxes, allowing the oxygen to be distributed more efficiently. By the time the maiden had given answer, my flanks had ceased their heaving, and my heart rate had returned to normal. It really was astonishing how quickly the body could adapt and mend itself. Brow crinkles unevenly, one orb slightly wider than the other as I watched the duchess with an expression of mild disbelief. In that case, I would advise you to stop behaving like a sulking adolescent. I say in reply, tones losing most of their bite as the irritation left my system. A slight sigh is emitted at the lass’ somewhat self-absorbed gesture. Yet no remark is made. I had said that I was not her baby-sitter. Nor was I her father or teacher, and thus it was not in my place to comment on the duchess’ mannerisms. Harks twist slightly moving their focus away from the chattering birds above us, and onto the lady’s next words. Shoulder’s twitch in a shrug as I took a moment to analyse the claim and formulate an adequate answer. Façade assumes its usual mask of sincerity and contemplation before I address the raven fatale before me. Love, hate….Such similar emotions that differ only in intention. I say cryptically, speaking more to myself than my companion. There does not have to be love when one is attracted to the other. I would have thought one like you was well taught in the mechanisms of attracting, bedazzling and manipulating members of the opposite sex. A wry grin is released as I glanced at the lass. Yet I don’t see the necessity in comparing ourselves to others. Your parents may not have cared for each other, yet your mother cared about you. Tones pause only for the briefest instant, before lyrics assume their passage, not giving my listener an opportunity to voice the thoughts which I suspected to be lingering within her mind. She does not care about you in the usual sense. Yet she cared about your upbringing, the manner in which you faced the world. The companions you chose. Gaze slips past the onyx figure before me, staring into space for a moment, before quiet tones are emitted, laced with hints of sorrow. My parents loved each other dearly, and yet they failed to share at least part of that with me. For a long moment I remain silent, the bitterness that used to plague me as a pup having been reduced to regret. Life was full of pitfalls. Perhaps that is another reason why we stumbled upon each other. I muse. There seemed to be so many comparisons and contrasts between the two of us. There seemed to be hardly any middle ground. Either we were very alike, or our attributes or part of our past were almost exact opposites. Thoughts are left to dissipate, as hind-pillars raise themselves. Two steps towards the lass are taken, before muzzle runs gently through the obsidian wisps upon her nape and down her cheek, in a silent gesture of forgiveness.

[Lonestar]

Dris()Anger still flared as the lady watched her partner, steel orbs blazing her fury while she waited for his next words. As the other's bodice seemed to drain of any rage and its tension subsiding, so did the essa's. It was hard to remain livid with someone when the source of such emotion was hardly considered important. Sure, if they were partaking in a heated argument or the lad had done something to truly enrage the lass then her passion would not be so easy to dissipate, but as she simply found the drake's actions unfathomable, her displeasure melted away as easily as a hard ice shell would over the lake during the changing of the seasons. At the first masculine vocals, outrage smolders once again, but the small spark is quickly snubbed out for no actions on the male's part kept it burning. Peaks stand erect as the baroness listens to whatever syllables the brute formed next, seeing almost instantly that the duke was going to speak from a different perspective as he always did. Sigh escaped and gaze dropped from his azures, facade set in a hard, frustrated expression, the rest of the lord's tunes hardly being heard as she focused on the only thing that mattered at that moment. Once Nira brought up her mother and her upbringing that was when the vixen lost it. You don’t understand Niravadhi! I do not care whether or not love breeds affection! And yes, I have been experienced in the ways of manipulating beast of your kind, but can’t you see none of that matters now? Vocals were strained, an almost hopeless look flashing over mask as tiara lifted and oculars met his, silently willing him to try and understand her strange and often complex way of thinking. Chin dropped again after a few breathless seconds, the next words about the drake's own upbringing catching her attention and although it was a bit off subject, the fatal felt the need to address it. Perhaps it is another reason for our meeting. If not, it is merely another similarity the pair of us share. Bodice spun until the fea's backside was facing her companion, dome continuing to hang slightly dejected while whispered lyrics continued. Our makers were both selfish in their actions, something my mother seemed to have also instilled within me as she brought me up in her own way as you say. How could her previous motions speak of anything else? Dris was selfish for letting her damaged pride get in the way of time they could never get back. Selfish for tossing whatever appreciation she held for her lover's feelings out the window and focusing instead fully upon the way she felt, running for the sake of clearing her mind and leaving the bloke to go his own way.

[Lonestar]

Niravadhi::Deep intake of breathe of made as the lass snapped, before the air is released very slowly. I count slowly to five until absolutely no air is left within my lungs, before I took in the next breath of air. Consequently, I remained quiet and collected for the lass to get past her tirade. Brow wrinkled slightly, concern suffusing sapphires as lobes took in her final words. Yes and no. I answer in my usual demeanor. I can see how the lives of others should have no bearing upon us, but I fail to see why it disturbs you so. Tones are soft and gentle, muzzle running gently through the raven scarf at her nape. If you feel so inclined, tell me about it. I continue, pausing for a moment to look at her fully. But that doesn’t have to be now. We have time. Ribbon creeps out of maw to run slowly across one onyx cheek. As the maiden turns fully away from me, mask alters completely into an expression of concern. Orbs take in the demoralized posture of the dear before me, causing my heart to twinge sharply at her picture of misery. Two strides bring to her shoulder, whilst a third allows me to pass her by and turn to face her, my own snout forcing hers upwards to I could look her completely into the face. Hush my dear. Life is a learning curve. I shall not pretend to hold all the answers, but whatever happens I’ll always be there beside you. Sapphires remain locked on mercury for a long time; love, compassion and sincerity causing the hue to lighten and intensify in colour. Muzzle slips out from under the lass’, before a step forward is taken, taking me back to her shoulder. Flank brushes gently against the seated figure before I increase the pressure slightly. Wandering around her form so that my weight was pressed against my other side, I come to halt. Muzzle moves forwards to gently tease through the hair at her nape, before ribbon leaves its cave to run soft circles around the base of her harks. I said nothing for a long time, focusing completely no making the ebonite lady forget her worries and fears, and just live for the moment. The troubles in the past couldn’t be altered now. Only some of wrongs committed then could ever be righted. And the future would unfold as it did. Our actions and values may have some bearing on the outcome, but no-one could be foresighted enough to forge the exact future they wanted.

[Lonestar]

Dris()Shades close over depths and auds twist back to listen to what the drake had to say. Inaudible sigh escapes cage, shame keeping her from turning back to the male for the support he always offered to her. Nira was always so calm and sweet towards her, how could she allow her pride to get between them and arouse her as it had? Lids lift quickly in surprise as a sudden push was felt against her chin, steel depths immediately meeting azures, the essa relaxing as she realized it was only the action of her mate which disturbed her. Maw continues to remain closed as heart melts at the beast's words, agony slowly spilling into eyes. Helplessly, bodice leans against the bloke's touch, yearning for the pressure of his frame against hers. Cords vibrate in a pleasurable way while he continues to lavish attention upon her, snout running gently thorough her mane before pulling away and allowing ribbon to trace around the base of her lobes as they had done many times before. Another sigh escaped, this one releasing in a loud form while dome dips beneath the brute's chin, length rubbing urgently against his form. Life seems so short that I can hardly stand to wait for whatever time to come, but I shall. One day I promise I shall try to explain my actions to you. One day when my own means become clear to me. Vocals vowed to him, banner whipping gently behind the maiden. If the male's own vow to be with her no matter what happens was solid, as she was sure it was, then time could run its course for them, make days, months, weeks and even years pass and still there would be time left for her. The gods were blind I believe when they placed you in my path. Chuckles emit as tiara pulls away slightly, barely enough for their liquids to meet before lyrics continue with an explanation. They thought they could punish me. Ha! If this is their idea of punishment, I could stand it for the rest of my days.

[Lonestar]

Niravadhi::A soft smile pulls at the corners of my maw as the lass slowly relaxes, her air of annoyance and despair soon melting away into the gathering dusk. A slight element of surprise is felt at the sudden force of the maiden as she attempted to get close to me. Structure braces itself, pillars forcing mittens hard against the ground as I accommodated the lady’s weight, relishing in the warmth that was trapped between the intermingling of our robes. A quiet sense of comfort engulfs me at the unspoken solidarity that the maiden had showed by accepting my presence and getting past whatever had upset her in the first place. Muzzle buries itself in the silken wisps at the lass’ chest, nares opening wide to take in as much of the duchess’ singular scent as possible. Finally, I pull back, orbs glancing upwards towards the darkening sky that was already tinged with the dying rays of the sun. Perhaps we should find ourselves a place to spend the night. Would you care to go back to camp, or rather find some place within these lands just for the two of us? Tenor lyrics dance easily through the still air, as structure pulls back slightly to allow sapphires to meet mercury. Ribbon runs across maw, intellect suddenly realizing the thirst that had plagued me ever since I had caught up with the lass. You don’t need to answer straight away. Where ever we go, I am making a detour by a nearby stream. Cheeky grin in sent in the lass’ direction, as I turn easily on my haunches. But I won’t push you in this time. Crown turns to allow a quick wink to be sent in her direction, before pistons stride forth once more at a comfortable walk. As soon as I began moving, a soft twinge in my muscles alerted my mind to the fact that I had not sufficiently cooled off my muscles after the long run and sprint they had endured not all too long ago. Maw is clamped firmly shut against the protests of my muscles, as gait is forced onwards despite the stiffness. It would pass by quickly enough once the muscles warmed up once more allowing a strong supply of blood to provide the oxygen that hadn’t quite made it to the muscles. Orbs remained fixed ahead, blue figure weaving through the dense pine trees that inhabited this part of the land. It was no long before the soft tinkling of a stream was heard, causing my step to quicken unconsciously. Upon reaching the burn, dome is lowered as tape runs out of maw to lap at the cold, crystal water. The icy water burns a passage down my throat, yet the fluids it provided were greatly appreciated. My thirst stilled, I turned to face my companion, waiting for her answer as to our sleeping arrangements for the night.

[Lonestar]

Dris()Steel depths watch him as the duke casts his gaze upward. Perhaps it was her god comment which had made him think to do this? Features twisted in a strangely disgusted way at the decision the essa was faced with. She knew well that her companion was a pack wolf and would most likely enjoy sleeping near the others within his close knit group after the time that she had kept him away, but the lass also knew that her being so close to others would hardly make sleep a possibility. Wait, what was she thinking?! Those beasts of Forest Rain would not be foolish enough to try to attack the huntress while she slept and besides, they viewed her as Niravadhi's guest (although she doubted they knew how much of a permanent guest she was) and would not be rude enough to betray one of their own. Pools turn to him, answer ready upon her tongue, but then he spoke again, apparently having seen her previous reaction and reassuring her. Chuckles emit at his teasing comment while strides quickly pick up to follow the lord, dome shaking while a reply was held in. She need not tell him what he already knew. The fatal whom he choose as his company was not one who would allow a trick to be played a second time in success. Bodice kept up easily with the males, gaze casting towards him in confusion at the oddly slow pace they kept. A grimace of pain flashed over his visionage the instant the damsel had looked his way and was gone within the next couple of seconds. Concern bloomed within her breast and yet remained unspoken for Nira soon strode ahead of her, the sound of the bubbling brook calling to him more than it did to her. The slayer hung back, contently keeping her even speed while lanterns followed after the baron. An idea sparked then within her cranium and a devilish smile pulled across maw, excitement forcing her forwarded quicker than what she had previous been going. Figure came up behind the brute, innocent grin shooting towards him when roan facade turned to look in her direction. At the last minute, haunches obeyed her call and muscles bunched then sprung, fronts stretching as they reached for more ground, the full force of the essa's weight shifting forward with the lunge. It was payback time for the dearly beloved duke and the fea was going to enjoy this for all that it was worth.

[Lonestar]

Niravadhi::Sharp intake of breath is made at the force of the contact as a dark shadow collides with my shoulder. Instinctively, talons grip into the muddy soil, while haunches try desperately to keep the structure upright. Yet the soil had no wish to hold my weight, crumbling beneath my paws sending me skittering closer to slight drop that lead down to the water. The complete loss of balance at my front end, coupled with the speed and force of the attack left my rear end no choice but to be dragged forwards and sideways. Knowing that my entering the water was inevitable, plume is wagged forcefully to straighten my haunches and spine and so avoid any damage that could have been caused by entering the water in an unnatural motion. For the water was cold, and setting a chill into my muscles at the wrong angle was something I had learnt not to do after the first time I had done so as an adolescent. The pain and discomfort that came with the memory was enough to make me be slightly more cautious on how I entered the water. Right flank hits the water first, forepaw disappearing into the clear depths, before dome and muzzle follow suit. Whether by a stroke of chance or a twist by fate’s hands, my landing place was the deeper part of the stream. Consequently, I was easily submerged beneath the surface, yet there were no rocks that could have injured me in my descent. Twisting my lean frame beneath the water, haunches propel myself upwards until muzzle broke the surface to allow a lungful of oxygen to be sucked into waiting lungs. Paddling gently to keep me afloat, crown is shaken to dispel most of the water clinging to my narrow façade, before orbs are opened fully. Cobalts alight on the onyx figure of my lady, while a rueful grin forms upon my mask. I should really have seen that coming, shouldn’t I. I state, chuckling slightly. A soft chill within my structure becomes noticeable, causing me to start paddling in a wide circle to get my circulation pumping more strongly. Facing my evil mate once again, I paddle towards the bank, clawing deeply into the soil and clambering out with relative ease. Pouting expression is sent towards the lass enjoying my fate, before I walk towards her. Halting before her, mock hurt tunes are dispensed. That wasn’t very nice. Without waiting for another word or action, a forward leap is taken, so that my water-logged pelt runs against the maiden’s raven flank. Stepping neatly to the side to examine my handiwork, my own laughter fills the air. Entire structure vibrates violently as I shed the rest of the water, before façade is turned back towards the duchess. So, where are we sleeping tonight? I ask as though nothing had happened, though a bright gleam of mirth within my oculars leaves no doubt at the antics that had just passed.