Post by Lonestar on Jun 27, 2012 14:38:46 GMT -5
Valkyrie___xx;Patrolling the lines the she-demon had been at the particular moment of rather peaceful intrusion untop these occupied topography. The skylight had been crafted of haze and the longing to release a load of tears from the all too depressive clouding in the atmospheric layer. Femmorian scythes directed path westward through the emerald brush to the brook which babbled harmonically with the twittering of rather bony foul that danced from the bark on which they landed up into the stratosphere, finding hopeful safety from whatever dared to make them so disharmonious - so disarranged. Eager nevertheless to find this - now scented - masculine who trodded upon this sod, sulking velocity stuck to her majesty without any adrenaline fallow up. Son, and quite luckily down-wind of the predator, the demonic vixon let an arrogant smirk lucid upon her obsidian chops; boy was he in for a good time, yes? Thoughts scrambled frantically in the mindbox attempting to collect data in when best to catch this fool off guard. Soon, though - the time arrived as his crest was cast to the liquids to lap it up and satisfy his needs. She made her move - sauntering down the petite path through the herbivorian meat and presenting herself in all her glory. Zeyphr caressed the ebonite tassles swiftly as a clearing of the larynx - rather dramatically might I add - was admitted into the shifting atmosphere. Why, what do we have here? A fake delight raided her voice box as she continued with much sarcasm. It's a delight, the pleasure's all mine. Coyly hissing out the song to him as she circled like a vulture. Eyes crafted of ivy looked him over - `twas a pity she would have to chide him for his misbehaviors, he was - admittingly - a rather debonair stag.
Cyraz+Cool liquid ran in a continuous run as the tape flicked down and the returned with the water, esophagus muscles contracting then to swallow the substance. Muzzle lifted slightly from the sparkling surface, hark flicking off to the side, padders that to another would be inaudible catching his attention. Smile pulled kissers up at one side, amusement drawling a small chuckle from chest. So, the other creature thought they could sneak up on him eh? Too bad they were too self absorbed to realize that not every beast they were to run into would be easy to capture or likely to lay down in surrender at the slightest hint of violence. Snout once more broke the water's barrier, unexpecting guise being adopted as he awaited the inevitable. What fun this would be to deal with another just as cocky as he without any background to hold up such a confidence. The rustle of leaves told him of the wolvens sudden presence, but still he held the ignorant stance, ash dome lifting only when words emitted, sky like gaze slicing into the dame's emeralds. There was surprise to be found at the being having the title of lady, but this was of no importance and therefore was quickly dismissed in his mind, expression showing no hint of such a change in emotion, features staying clean and unfeeling as a slate of metal. Only once the essa had finished her tunes and started to circle him like a huntress did the drake allow his confidence to show through, crown lifting high as brow cocked in entertainment at her. You have nothing, maiden. Nor is there any pleasure to be lent to your system as you shall find none while holding such an attitude in my presence. Carefully calculating strides carry his beefy framework towards hers, malicious smile sliding across mask. Thoughts crossing your mind now must have you confused for I am not a prey for you to chase after. Unfortunately for you, this varg is the chaser.
Valkyrie___xx;The vagabond’s audacious manner irked the also impudent jezebel; having such a retort from that barbaric sahib began the fuse that was not all too lengthy itself. Stature erected as he circulated, though not in abhorrence of the arrogant hellion, but rather sensory of the atmosphere that surrounded her. Glaucous pigmented luminary’s glinted with the ruptured rays from the flora umbrage as the femmorian physique sensed his progress within mid-stride, analyzation occurred within the belfry about the etched figurine. Sharp gust of squall suppressed her pumps from giving in as the atmosphere slinked into a tense combat of wits, the pollution from her former intake spewed back into the stratosphere through nares. Brainpan coyly memorized a witty comment as the Xanthippe restrained from the varg and lera in the radius that would detect her, confining it until further notice. Halcyon, and rather coy, simper was latched onto orifice of the sovereign as once more her inner vortex urged her to violate the mute. `Why, aren’t you an ignominy to the terrain loam.` Spitting out a nasty rejoinder to the bastard who seemed omnipotent, the sinewy inamorato held the tranquil and void sentiment within her optical spheres. Boa arched with acumen, the evanescent brow was elevated in tarry for the titan’s strenuous counter. Even though the wench was accursed the hellionessa from Satan’s abode, it was obvious that her intentions where not that of a masocostic ‘lion’ sense, rather an inquisitive primate searching for a new pawn. The Regina paused for his encircling motions to cease so that she may observe the sentiment within his oracles from her snippy retort, her own viridescent ooids mirrored the kingmans own of harsh and unforgiving witty sniggers, when would this little bastard ascertain his station within the sultana’s own dream-maker, he was all too unwelcome of a visitor upon her tiny perfect habitat – especially after such an intrusion!
Cyraz+Pernicious knives were exposed in an expression of enjoyment as she also continued to move, keeping space between her and him. Quite a smart move for one who seemed to ignorant to the situation within which they found themselves. For the lord, it was a profoundly amusing spectacle, but his opinions were sure to not be doubled by the fatal. Bumptious she may be, it was nothing in comparison to the brute. Lids merely flashed over pools in a impervious way at the jab no doubt the lady had stabbed forth to do him harm. Instead, rapturous smirk mearly grew to copious heights, standing before any other features upon his facade. Why, I would have never expected such a compliment to fly forth from your lips unchecked, wench. The pitiful creature. The duchess actually thought him obtainable, such as a piece of meat or another creature who would fall for her beauty like a pup drooling over his newest bone. Pathetic! All of his kind. Lust was such a weak emotion. I held no weight in the strategies of combat and therefore was useless! More needed to think as he did. They should recognize the world for what it is, not some romanticized version that was flittered around by younglings who knew naught of life happenings. Crown lifted as bleached orbs surveyed the framework before him, debating on what he was to do with her. Had he been like the rest of his sex the choice would be easily made. Bastards do not happen upon a damsel such as her often. It could be exceedingly pleasing to find oneself inside of her. Far side of mask curled upward at the thought, knowing exactly what the maiden would think about this prospect. It was assured that she would fight him, at first. All beasts did when they felt the control slipping from their grasp. Then, the guard was sure she would submit to him. Every Jezebel did so when the opportunity arose for themselves to be found in one of the opposite gender's company. It mattered nothing to them that the drake would be moving on once his deed was done. They simply wanted the immediate release, thinking nothing of the emptiness it left them many hours later. Smirk twisted steel plates, his own mind denouncing the selection. As was made perfectly clear before, this monster cared nothing for motives of the genitals. Now, he was left with no alternative making itself clear. Of course, it was apparent that neither reveled in the others presence nor would prefer if their opposer left the area. This he could ask of her, but believed firmly that she would deny and ask the same of him which the baron would as well decline. So, oculars were left staring at her, emotionless depths staring into the jade pair, unwilling to move as was to forfeit the small game of dominance they played with one another.
Valkyrie___xx;Receptors detected the disirate harmonies from the sahib, longing within’ to hunt his dreams. Soon, his oracles burned – unwavering – into the Lorelei as a game for dominance played the souls of both lupe. This province he so intruded upon was that of Apparatus Fellowship, which was passed from the great-obsidinal-one, Tynic, to the successor – Valkyrie herself. Not at all devitalized by this haphazard game, the Bella would not be debaciled and this virile would not go exonerated. The conduit incited the Virgo to glib herself, for this czar would not reconcile profusely to her for his words. The lass improvised a retort within’ her visage before he could declare Sultan, of this Cold War. `You best watch your attitude, soldier!` Although a precipitous glib, the pedigree of the svelte anatomy was a great goddessa named the great-obsidinal-one, Tynic. The biotic carcasses stood `fore each other, the niche of a belligerent canine was to be the trishary on the trophic level. Was it possible for a mutualistic symbiosis? Or more of a parasitism agreement? Binocular vision continued to burn into the physique before her majesty, the scavenger was as lera in her view, nothing more than a meal – a good preditation.
Cyraz+Venomous chuckles escaped framework as the drake again continued his advancement towards her, the lyrics of warning issuing forth from ink stained kisser of the lady with little heed being paid to them. Amused smile danced upon features as well as on the surfaces of his endless depths while he continued to lay siege to the wolven along with her lands and the creatures who scuttled across it. The expression caught within the others orbs still told him of her extreme cockiness and belief that her law was supreme as well as her word. Too bad decrees meant little to the slayer. They were only set by ones who could over power their subjects and this one was not in the least less assertive than the fatal nor was he a commoner. None with any sense would glance at his stature and think such of the defined muscles and stern pair for these attributes spoke of freedom, of revolution. Never before had any been successful in holding back the natural instincts of the lord and it most certainly would not change now simply because a naive damsel thought herself worthy of ruling him. Dome lifted above hers in a motion of superiority, leggings stiff with each step they took that brought the mass closer to its opposer. If need be, a lesson could indeed be taught to the stark essa if she pushed him to the brute's limits. As much as he looked down upon the action of attacking one of the viewed "weaker" sex, exceptions were made with everything and if a being choose to be included with the big dogs, they were to be treated as such. Sly smile continued to greet her as chest came within inchs of the fea's, lips only then revealing deadly pearls as grin deepened. Breaths escaping soot dipped nasal to rustle the ebony pelt before it, heat from the maiden's own nares seeping through his fur layer and warming hide. Jowls parted near the other's lobe, as if some secret was in the knights possession and he choose now to share it with her. You cannot control me, madam. None can. No name supersedes mine within the ranks. Do try and relax your need for command, I grow tired of pitiful antics quickly. Lyrics cut off slowly, allowing for a pause in the barons words before naughty lifting of his cheeks came with the smacking sound of tissues as jaws parted again. Now I know why no scent of a male marks this area as his except for one left stale and untainted. It is for the same reason no odor of a lover mingles with your own.
Valkyrie___xx;And with his reply came a growl from the vixetta's jowls, which parted in order to show ivories and give him something to "laugh" about. His cockyness matched her own, yet she had more power given at birth than him - her own birthright and she could, and would indeed, superceed him within the ranks. `Psh. Like that'll ever happen.` Lyri couldn't be edmitted into the stratosphere for it was locked within the great gorge known as her skullary, which in minuets turned to the sound of his smacking maw. `no...` She drew out the lyric as she let a smile crawl upon her facade. She continued to retort the fallowing: `The reason of my loveless affair is that of one: Brutes are carrion. Nothing more, and yet you show the true example of my reasoning.` Short, quick, and to the point that melody was exhaled into the stratospheric layer surrounding the duo, the waves hopefully ready to hit whatever net's they where ordered to. The feaetta spoke to him in a cross-tone, letting herself be known as the one who would be controlling this terrain loam for years to come, and from eons past as well - no control by some grotesque sahib could remove her from her crown.
Cyraz+Smirk deepened as the drake continued to watch the essa, no surprise being found at her refusal to take a step away despite the close quarters he forced her into. Chuckles came at her threatening growl, cutting off quickly as a cocky grin was allowed to take its place. So the lady had not taken kindly to his declaration of power. Pity really, for she still continued the struggle to gain the upper hand upon him, which she never would, no matter what the other's superior birth had given her. For how did ancestors gain such a right to pass down leadership to their offspring? They took it. Just as any other had. Just as Cyraz could do now if he so choose. Never had he threatened the maiden's hold of her lands since he had trodded upon these lands, so it was a wonder why she felt a threat from him at all. Perhaps it was because of attributes mentioned earlier that caused the damsel to feel pressure. Whatever it was mattered little, for the fact remained that each were of stubborn beginnings of distinguished air and neither would relinquish their influence while the other remained prevailing. A twist of the baron's kissers came at her retort for his point that she had no partner to back her own claim. Mischievous glaze covered bleached surfaces as an urge to force the fatal to be sure of her thoughts rose within him, instincts flaring up as a side effect. How can you be so sure of your position when you yourself said have admitted to never entertaining lust? Framework presses ever closer to hers as padder moved forward bringing the knight a step closer to the vixen, crooked smile pulling at cheeks as liquids dared the madam's hypothesis, tantalizing her with their color, or rather lack of hue.
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Cyraz+Grin pulled wider as the essa drew even closer to him, daring to cross some invisible line the lord had held himself behind during their meeting. When facing the maiden, the wall bent to her curves, suddenly supple and yielding against the other creature. In a situation such as this, it was common for the brute to be upset. Actually, the male halfway expected himself to be angered at his own inability to break the boundry, but this was not so. Instead, a sense of triumph filled him at the lady taking the final step closer to him, in a way making her the aggressor, the reason they both held such close positions. Weight shifted and mass bumped gently against hers, their skin brushing lightly against one another's as the baron experimented with the room he was allotted. Confident chuckles came forth from kissers as lightly tinted gems seared into the damsel's own jades, the white hot fire burning within them just as it burned inside of him. Do you disprove what your lands have already told me? Do you think me so incompetent as to ignore the signs my own senses relay to me? These lands were once occupied by another of my own make, yes, but his odor mingles naught with your own. Despite your threats you have never felt the warmth of another. Of that I am positive for your outlook would force any weak being who was drawn in by your beauty to turn tail and run. Disdainful smirk was sent in her direction before deep tunes continued their onslaught, leaving no words that resided within his cranium to be unsaid. Witty dukes would know better than to set their sights upon you where as those of inferior breeding would allow their instincts to get in the way. You are not one to settle for a wolven of such low rank and therefore have never found one to give yourself too. Expression wiped from mask as pools suddenly turned serious, a hard light of antipathy glaring at her through their depths. Potential pups lay idle within your bodice, your selfishness denying any the right to mount you, therefore killing you linage where it ended. Breath was taken and pause had, dome pushing forwards, again invading her space further while oculars shifted in frantic motions, searching the emeralds hard for the reaction his words would cause. How old are you madam? Does your arrogance come from skill or merely from the treatment you received after birth? For what little I have seen I would bet the life of a caribou that the later is the truth. Your manner speaks of a princess who has gotten her way sense birth. Perhaps you have had the pleasure of an easy life, but not all of those you oppose will hold respect for you for it. In my world, one gains honor through combat, not birth. To take this section you call your own would be a simple task for myself, yet I feel naught the need to do so as it would be cast aside as soon as it was won. Take peace, contessa, for not all you come across shall be as lenient as me. Hard lyrics cast out of his formation, the reason for why they were given mixing within his mind. Truly, the intention of his actions was hidden from his mind. It mattered little anyway, for the advice had already been given and the whip of his tongue laid upon her hide.
Valkyrie___xx;The pollution warmed the nape of her neck, as her emerald ooids hid true sentiment as she intook his stanza of, attempting to crack the code underneath the mechanical mechanism known as Valkyrie. Before making the next move with the knight, he spoke too quickly for her own self to attempt at getting a word in as he continued to wildly rage, his tongue an odd whiplash to her soul - he'd never know what true sentiment hid behind this being, for what he had relayed to her ... never. As his shady optic's bore into her own, she continue to hide the rage that flared in her soul like a white flame, and the cooling moisture of aqua that seemed to melt her with a depression thereafter. She longed to just tell him to get out, run away and never come back, yet something inside held another quick banter as the white flame sparked once more - alight with rage and adrenylane. `Tomorrow I do not want to scent your rotten presence on these lands.` Her stanza in reply harsh, the crack of the whip unbearable `pon the poor ass who was working unberably hard at decoding what his master wanted could fall with that one. `By the way, I am three and created of the fallen Tynic.` Though unessassary to his knowlage, the vixetta spun around showing the carcass `pon her shillouette which carefully sensed his embarkment with delicate, though massive, scythes as well as audits which had recently merged upon skullary. Sleekly darting within the forestry, she retreated back to her beau terrain, where she made her den - twas a waterfall which hid a sandy cavern which she could rest within. Standing afront of the abode, she did not go within the palace which she called her own, yet stood mossy optic's glaring at the reflexion in the aqua, yet dogmatic aura paced herself with the self-rage, I mean, that brute was not supposed to be upon these lands, there was no trato's blessing.
Cyraz+Hard gaze fluttered away quickly as the essa spewed poison from her parted jowls. Ebonite bodice spinning immediately after the lashes had been delivered, forcing the duke to remain where he was and stare after her in curiosity, dome tilting after the retreating frame. In one aspect the lord had been right, the maiden was barely over three years of age, although it was not much for him to go on when counting his own age had only recently past four eons, and in that matter knew little of the world. They were both practically equal in their wisdom and yet argued that the knowledge they had gained was much more than what they perhaps truly obtained. Weight shifted from both hinds onto just a singular one as a pondering expression took over the steel helmet, pale orbs watching the spot in the wood where the vixen had disappeared into the wood. Her departure was not completely unexpected yet somehow the occurrence was still somehow strange to him. Something within the baron told him to follow the fatal, but he figured this would be a bad idea. Yet, the brute knew he could not leave. A simple threat was nothing he could not handle, especially from the lass who had taken off in such a flame. Mittens dance upon the soil, a decision dangling upon the drake's mind as they moved. Up and down, up and down went the motions, always with the same rhythm, the same speed, each step carefully set upon the earth and again picked up by muscles. Low, annoyed growl moved out into the air as leggings moved into action, light strides carrying him after her as some invisible force pushed the knight towards the lady. Acceleration was silent as nares flared, the aroma of the other varg leading him along the correct paths. Harks perk forward as the sound of rushing water fills their peaks, pace slowing to a walk as the being continued to near the area, crown ducking down till it was level with spinal workings. Stature hid behind a small bush that rooted on the edge of the pool in which the water fell into from the higher ledge. Bleached azures stared out from between the cracks in the shrub, watching as the coal baroness stared down into the surface, her reflection looking back up into her expression. The czar watched from behind his vegetation, feeling like a spy all the while knowing that once the duchess caught wind of his odor the rage would be flung in his direction. Sideways smirk came at the idea of her lashing out at him again, a challenge flashing in depths as if daring the fea who could not seem them to come charging after him for having not heeded her wishes.
Valkyrie___xx;Sensorys detect his presence nearby, twin zeniths quietly swivled to detect the sahib who attempted to hide somewhere where he may spy `pon the fae. Canine's grit, bashing into eachother with brute force which jowls really where created to dig into supper's and take down the hyde's of the lera - though, nevertheless, the lady ignored his presance upon her silent dormatory. The abode was ment to be secluded from any roaming rouge, yet with the bashing force of the falling aqua, it was supposed that being hidden was a fraud. Long sythe ripped the imagry which was rather familuar to her own, disfiguring the image before any could be welcomed, turning her behind to that as well. Exhalation of atmospheric lyfe was elongated, huffed out into the stratosphere for any wandering audits, which one indeed was lurking amoung the umbra. Up, down, up down, was the way that the ligaments bent, expanding and colapsing to a rythamic beat which always sustained her dogmatically. 'You don't hide well, dearest.' Thoughtbox responded to the sensory's welcoming, once again no Trato's blessing upon the intruder. Quietly, the conveyance brought her to a hinder before the entrance to the den the dissolved rocks scattered lightly before her until it opened into a wide range of sand, where she rested when she could - dining out whenever possible to keep her abode neat; organized. Finally, twas internally decided that she enter the comley kept terrance the falling aqua happily sheliding her slevet physique from wandering ooids. `home, sweet home.` Airy, light-hearted, and warm was the stanza preformed without delay as she made the finally crossing over to where she was within the tranquility of her own dorm - hopefully no trespassing from the other...kingsman. Or, maybe not so much. He was /attempting/ at forewarning the fae yet, the only one who could do that was her 'mother', (for all intensive purposes), Tynic. And to do that, rest would have to be made and with that stagg still on the pheriphercy, it is not like she could put a pause to the tension and let blackness overcome her. Rear hit the loam with no hinder as it the terra made a slight protest with the hallow 'thump' that could be faintly heard even within the audits of the lady who let the noise flutter through the cavern. Once more pollution was forced from pumps, the symmatry of her thoughts overthrown for the moment.
Cyraz+Bleached orbs watch in amusement as the lady's frame freezes for a moment in time, a ripple of irritation running under the thin layer of coal skin, atmosphere tensing as if reacting the it's sovereign's rage and turning its own displeasure upon the knight. Northward wind blows over the varg as it came from the south, carrying his already potent aroma directly towards the fatal, rustling her pelt with affection as it reached her. Glare was sent after the breeze as it again changed direction, its gleeful dance heading back in the direction of the male, picking up old, fallen leaves off the earth along its way. Scowl deepened as the waves hovered above his frame for a moment before suddenly quitting, all of it packages instantly floating down upon his steel armor, changing it to a mixture of browns and dead greens. Hyde moved loosely over tissues as limbs braced themselves against the soil and torso shook frantically, dome joining in the dismissive action while plume waved along in tempo with the rotations. Debris fell back to the ground and the movement stopped as abruptly as it had started, triumphant smirk casting towards the long lifeless vegetation that now surrounded him before gaze eventually lifted again, a small sense of bewilderment flashing upon guise before it was quickly hidden and composure return. Somehow, the maiden had escaped from his sight during the small amount of time that the weather had occupied his time. Pair scanned the area frantically for her stature, not wanting to be surprised by the slim chance that she had slipped past his senses and choose to attack from behind. Nares flare and the familiar odor does not find him, the currents again working against his cause by ceasing to billow despite the need he had for them too. Flustered snarl is suppressed and icy blue pools glance one last time at the stretch of land before him, finally finding a tip of ebonite banner as it disappears behind the falls. Displeased expression rule mask as legging finally stride forth out of the bush, exposing the iron mass to the rays of sun that shown through the canopy above, coverage becoming less plentiful as he continued the forward motion towards the liquid not many yards away after a short pause was taken to again drag in the intellect available from this new position. Padders sink into the mud as the bank drawls near crown swinging alertly around for possible competition before a look of satisfaction crosses features and muzzle dips towards the sparkling surface and ribbon lashes out to gather cool water into its cupped form and bringing it to the death cavern, the water sending wonderfully peaceful sensations through his system as it ran down dry throat. Skullary lifted again as the duke finished with the duty and liquids stare straight at the powerful waterfall, knowing the essa hid herself behind its protective wall and a sense of banishment from the haven keeping his normally heedless bodice from entering. Sixth sense told him that the special place was only one to walk within if asked and the baron knew well that this was an impossible hope, even if he were to hope for it. No, strangely enough the solitude the damsel's den provided her did not affect the czar at all, appeasement being found at simply waiting outside of the inner clutches. Limber pillars step into the pool, liquid rising as the brute waded deeper and deeper, its cold fingers brushing against the tender underbelly before advancement was finally halted, visionaries never leaving the falling wall of water. Snout tilted upward and a beautiful song one would never think the beast capable of came forth from larynx, flowing out into the air before it climbed the levels, dancing happily among the gusts, causing the terra to change its outlook on the wolven. Lyrics of the tune continued to ring true as the lord repeated the vocals he knew by heart, having repeated the lullaby to himself many times over the past four eons, imprinting the only gift his mother had ever given him into his memory. Slowly, the melody came to a close, blacked tip dropping along with the tempo, the song drawling to an end once it held level. Soft grin fluttered across handsome visionage as pale pair stare straight at the vixen through the water, jowls parting to again release utterances. Your name, daughter of Tynic? Brow cocked sweetly as the question flowed out as easily as the harmony had, words still holding that mesmerizing tone with which the song had been sung.
Valkyrie___xx;Obviously thinking that he could get away with wandering `pon her terrain than letting rage burn alight inside of her, and she would still accept him upon the loam? Or accept him even as a lupine? Aha, no. Would that be such a literate response within mindbox for the ceaser, though flying off the walls of the cerebrum felt as if vocal's had been ripped out with brute force expasperating her as he strode before the shifting liquids attempting to speak talk with her, though reply would be cut short. A lithely omnipotent simper tempted `pon labia as the depthening ooids intook the image behind the wall of liquidation, crown still ringing with reply as net's caught the stanza that he quirked about her cursing. `Call me what you may, for name's are not nessassary to a filthy sahib such as yourself.` Low growling reply was snapped back through pharnyx out into the stratospheric geo, instantly ready to retort any reply he had in mind back her way as audit's merged upon dial, which valorly turned leftward in a low velocity rump still plastered to the soddary as in paralyzation. Dreammaker growled to itselve many times in action to make the lad leave her presance but that did nothing as she awaited reply as lobes erect, scanning the loam for any other reply from beyond the crying falls. Scythes strech out and paw at the sand getting caught within as the faetta continued to wait rather patiently for his rougeful reply for if he thought being nice would get on her good side, he was sorrily mistaken.
Cyraz+Slow expectant grin pulled across the finely shaped planes of his face, the genetics of the lord's ancestors having made it so, at the irritable reply the damsel snarled out from behind her protective wall, the crash of the falls doing little to drown out the words from the keen hearing possessed by the wanderer. To have believed that the essa would give him her name in sincerity was insanity and the duke had never been so foolish as to have faith in a new found companion. Ripples vibrated out towards the bank from the wet iron physique as he took a step closer to the maiden's haven, his mischievous smile still playing upon guise. Then what shall I call you fairest wench? For there are many dubbations which would suffice and I grow tired of addressing you by the name of your lineage, daughter of Tynic. Harmonic vocals flow off the male's wicked tongue was smooth as silk, the spiteful grin returning immediately as tissues again press against one another, shining knives hidden from the sunlight, their glint no longer being allowed to brighten graceful features. Birds chirped on the branches surrounding the little alcove as the silence between the two wolven elapsed, their stupidity causing them to believe that since the malicious beast had his mind occupied with another, he would pay no heed to them. Singular twitch of the knight’s coal upper was all he was willing to muster in defiance towards the featured animals, his mind fighting to control the urge to quiet their joyful singing forever. It would merely be an indulgence of habit, and simply just a distraction from the particularly interesting vixen that hid behind her waterfall drape. Common sense prevailed and the brute reined in his control, easily gaining back his composure and restoring previous expression, stature relaxed and acting as if nothing had happened. For a moment, the avians ceased their melodies, beady, dark pools watching the predator intently with fear during this span, awaiting to see if an attack would ensue. All tension seemed to release from their bodies as the varg never moved a muscle in the direction, settling them into an ease they should not have been allotted. Tunes again filled the air and Cyraz was forced to ignore them, only an angry flickering of his lobe giving away the true passion that coursed through veins. Answer quickly, prideful madam, as the creatures of you lands beg for their death and my razors yearn to fulfill their cry. Romantic tunes made an illusion out of his uttered threat, inducing a fake sense of tranquility to settle over the surrounding area.
Valkyrie___xx;Through the oxygen and above the rush of the falls where the knights records - unfortunate among sagacious lobes. His faux caustic poem's marred any tranquility in the atmosphere which had a chance of being established. Smoke of stratospheric layer was exhausted over animatedly - relieved of duty's in the mass, the effect: exsistance. His representation was distorted among the rapidly descending liquid, visionary's fallowing the lad's smoke-washed mass - with drawling the photograph from a more convenient album. His voicade....? twas that of baritone heritage easially perfecting them with this twisted remark to the edgily quriking flora and fauna. Did he actually think he would get away for such a deed?! Cackle was released from the depths of he chambers, it's harmony filled with such a morbid feel it was almost conundrum to any other lurking puntar. Luxorious pillars heaved flank from terrace, their lengh mesmorized whomever got their taste - before it bit `em back! {;D} Vibrating cilia tickled cords as the let the patosis filling the bogus tension. "Valkyrie; first hand connection with the slain." Vocals electrified by the alias so exotic and familuar to even her own audits. A delerium to rouge's, a fantasy to the lusting; petite physique activated ligaments, exsquesitive stature embarking through the exit of the haven. This so called 'Cyraz' character was fully crystal in vision now, his debonair pigments -along with the rest of the planet's- flooeded the duo lanterns, white light blinding only momentairly before full vision was regained. The chattering flying lera and bubbling aqua wasn't quite the correct backdrop for this scene yet irony was a fun element to fool with, yes? Coy simper tugged at left, ice glazed over her ivy coloured occulites, enough to freeze the liquid in motion, yet soft section brang out by her ediquate - pah not! More like the whore inside of her. All thougths hindered as zeniths erected with introductory vibrations, being heard before his stanza was retorted towards her.
Cyraz+Aphrodisiac grin settles upon lightly pressed lines while bleached pools catch the distortion of color behind the liquid curtain, alerting sensories to the rising of the essa from her perch. Pair continued to watch as tints followed the glass outline of the beast as she then strode forth, clear silhouette reflecting the rays of the large saffron orb balancing in the sky. Pleased expression quickly dashed the tempted smile away as the damsel offered forth her name, finally giving a solid answer to the question of which matter the drake had been inquiring several times at recent. Ah, it is good to get something besides impudence to exit your cavern. Masculine vocals spewed forth, front limbs lifting and liquid yielding to recede around the legging as it pushed through and the level of water slowly lowered. Pads squished in the mud floor of the lake and eventually came in contact with slightly dry land as the steel male removed himself from the waters depth. Controlled bleached azures continued to study the vixen before the knight, easily catching the change in her posture and in the air that surrounded her. Strides halted just past the sinking portion of the bank and there droplets were allowed to fall to the earth from wetted coat, the baron caring little for the substance, but choosing also not to shake it from locks as any normal creature may. Perhaps, one may judge, this was because the duke was not a conventional being. Never predictable and sticking to an always changing routine were not exactly what could be considered common antics of the lupine species. Most animals enjoyed habit for it offered stability in life. Such an aspect was not needed by the duke for he found all that was needed in this cruel life to be sustenance and, at times, the fulfillment of pleasure.
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Cyraz+Expressionless facade follows the essa as limbs carry the raven bodice over the land in a floaty gait, seemingly perfectly aware of the light shaded pair that watched every movement made. Although the maiden had been particularly irritating at times, no matter how amusing it may be to him, the lord could not ignore his interest in her sharp tongue and strange ways for few had chosen to speak out towards him much like she had. Mostly, when one runs into someone whose character radiates from their bodice as plainly as the hue of their pelt, then the being tends to sidestep their new acquaintance, deciding to avoid the strange beast rather than deal with them. It took a lot of self confidence to show others what you are about instantly because you loose the sense of mystery, and thereby loosing the edge that it may give you in an altercation, but when your companion knows almost as much about yourself as you do, that is when the real battle begins. Now, that’s not to say that the iron knight was completely open with the damsel before him. No, he did not like strangers to know that much about him, but the bloke certainly hadn’t hidden such information from the vixen. Droplets continued to fall from soaked locks as padders moved silently after the fea, the male telling himself that the reason for his pursuing her was that he had nothing better to do so why waste daylight? Figure easily curved around the brush, leggings lifting higher at times when it called for it and sidestepping debris such as rocks and twigs out of habit of not causing any alerting noise while traveling. Facade was turned downward towards the earth as the feminine vocals entered out into the air, not really for Cyraz's sake, but the words were also directed towards him in a way. Indeed. Perhaps we lupe have become too accustomed to the temperatures of the heated season. Lyrics offered up reasoning for conversations sake, features never really changing although, mask was now turned upward while bleached depths continued to watch the demon before them, the duke feeling much like pup who was following an elder yearling who happened to be his babysitter. Pistons halted just then and liquids left the fatal to watch the insect flying in the air around them, no real interest being taken in the pest, but it was almost as if the brute had paused to prove to himself that he did not HAVE to follow the one called Valkyrie.
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Cyraz+Absentmindedly, pools watched brightly colored wings flutter in the sunlight that broke through the canopy, their slightly transparent membranes beaming the hues onto the forest floor. No attention was paid to this display at the male's feet for matters of nature rarely caused him much amusement and mind was preoccupied with other things. It was still wagging an inner battle with itself as to why the duke even bothered with the fatal. Why was he following her? Such an action left him feeling like a lowly pup who had nowhere else to go within his pathetic life other than to follow the slightly older essa. For this reason, all movement of limbs had come to a hault while the maiden had paused as well, determination slowly growing to remain planted in this spot, but the cranium knew better. If the damsel left, so did any possible form of entertainment, although, now she seemed quite boring. What was there to do, but follow her? These lands were not the male's own and he cared little for ownership. He could always just move on. Leave this place just as he had many others. That was the most reasonable solution, but no. Somehow, the drake knew that whenever the other would move forth, he would follow. Such a down spiraling twister Cyraz found himself in! Dome jerked in the fea's direction as vocals erupted into the air. Uninterested expression creped onto facade while blank depths continued to follow the silvery hairs of the fatal, a low, inaudible growl vibrating vocal cords as she stepped forward and his own padders lifted in pursuit. Sight is narrowed by vegetation till all the baron is allowed to see is his fellow wolven's hindquarters and millions of different kinds of leaves and brush jutting out onto the slightly beaten path in a empty threat to those who trodded upon it. Irritation grew to newer heights as tiny limbs racked onto his side, a snarl demanding to be let loose although it was held in. The lord need not expose his vexation with himself to the lady, inner battle was never something to openly allow others to witness. Nares widen and the aroma of a prey animal catches the brute's attention, snapping him out of the state of vertigo instantly as instincts took over. Then, the beast exposed itself to the predators, bleached cobalts peering around feminine bodice to see its ivory ball hovering upon their path. Crown lowered to the earth, shoulder blades rolling loosely beneath steel hide as ever so slowly, the hunter creped around the fea, knowing already that it was most likely for her to let the being go without a scratch. Too bad that was not his style. Malicious smile pulled at kissers as the snarl from another broke the silence and the pitiful animal gazed up in fear as if not having noticed the larger death bringer above it. Hinds bunched and sprung cage forward, bulk moving at a surprisingly fast speed as it darted after the meal, needing only to stride once, twice, thrice before exhibited knives latched onto the collar of the weaker being, skull jerking upward as it lifted the rabbit from its mittens. The terrified rodent squirmed within the varg's grasp, breath having been left exiting and entering as the wolf turned back towards its companion, a deadly sparkle within his lanterns. Every second seemed to stretch longer as leggings brought him back to Valkyrie's side, neck dropping skull to the earth before jowls released their bounty, heavy paw quickly placing its weight upon the game, razors flashing out of toes to cause other holes for crimson to pour out of, the small frame almost frozen in a daze from loss of plasma and the shock he endured. Azure gems met the lass's easily, almost willing her to take the kill. Shall it be yours or mine, fair wench? Brow cocked in question while stance remained solid, the knight ignoring all cliques about not playing with his food for now, he toyed with both the hare and the fem, working twisted games for the filling of his day.
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Cyraz+Vicious smile pulled across facade as pools remained latched onto the others, catching the flash in the fem's depths, ready for the smart ass remark that would follow as it was the lass' style. Brow cocked in amusement as the retort came, strangely kind in its manner for it was not as the bloke had expected. Haughty chuckles escaped cavern then as the dame moved off, leaving both the beast and his prey alone to their play. Grin was turned downward to the pathetic creature, catching the frightened black beads within his ultraviolent gaze before jaws snapped forth quickly and the game was ended almost as quickly as it had begun. Crown raised, ribbon running quickly over maw, gathering the few droplets of blood that tarried there before dome dropped again, jowls closing around the rather plump abdomen of the kill. Path was set after the essa again, wondering what other form of entertainment she could provide the duke with if he wandered longer with her. With the fea's abandonment of her end of the bargain in the previous scheme, the bloke began to wonder what lengths he could push her to. Perhaps she would even attempt to attack him? Expression became joyous at the thought, adrenaline already pumping through veins merely at the prospect. No, he would not be fool enough to harm the fatale, but a sparring was always a good form of entertainment, yes? And it was just an added bonus if the mistress learned something about manners to be shown to guests along the way. The pair continued to stride through the woodlands, each occupied by their own agenda. A small clearing was reached, coarse veering off to one side as the steel brute blazed a trail towards the tree line, limbs folding beneath him and underside scraping the ground gently. Skullary lowered towards the earth, harks pricked and knives releasing the corpse of the hare that had been taken a few yards back. Bleached lanterns watch the fem to see what it was she intended to do now that her companion had halted, obviously intent on eating his meal before moving on.
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Cyraz+Mask remained passive as the iron garbed fatal left the clearing, continuing down that path that the duo had been trodding upon before the drake had broken from their formation. As depths could no longer see the other beast, attention returned to the carcass at his feet. The lass's matters were of no concern of his, movements she made upon her own terra not needing his watchful eye. Frown formed upon features as orbs stared down at the kill, debating on how to begin his meal. Hare was always tedious work. Small bones could be easily broken by powerful jaws, but when they are, sharp ends could serve as a possible object to cause harm. Daggers flash in the sunlight, working till a tight grip was had upon the poor animal's neck. Dome jerked violently to one side then, ripping the skull from its connected spinal cord and the bones there that protected the delicate thread. The dismembered body was left where it lay, a thick, chunky crimson slowly pouring from jugular, the liquid having simply clotted as the heart had stopped pouring life throughout the tiny figure, while the useless head was tossed aside, forgotten as snout turned back to the meat. Knives sunk into the belly flesh and ripped the entrails from the abdomen, savoring the strange flavor before muzzle dropped again to retrieve more flesh, this time the layer of muscle that lay over spine being taken. This was digested quickly and the last of the filler torn from bone, this as well sliding down esophagus as hunger that could hardly be called demanding, quieted, the taking of life more of a opportunity that was not to be denied rather than a necessity. Leggings lifted system from the sod, padder lifting over the worthless skeletal cage while the duke strode on, setting foot upon the trail the essa had taken upon leaving him to his meal. Travel was slow as limbs worked evenly, the duke not rushing for what was there to rush about? Eventually, inner compass told him that he was headed back to the place where water fell like a wall. Progress came to an instant halt, crown turning to the east as the fading sun called to him, the lonesome song of the wild breaching barriers, causing heart to swoon with lust. Cranium shook briefly, gaze turning back to the route that would take him back to the vixen. She would be appreciative for the peace and quiet again. After all, the day had been wasted waiting for her to amuse him. Lips flicked upward at one side. Of course, it wasn’t his style to leave a being when his presence tormented them so. Luckily for Valkyrie, he was feeling particularly kind in her regard for the mistress had put up with the lords existence for the day. Destination was then altered, strides lengthening out into a floating, soundless canter, wood seeming less dense the further the baron traveled, ready to leave these lands just as he had many others, expecting that he would forget the intriguing fem as well.
Valkyrie___xx;As she had rid herself of the lad, the overwhelming loneliness began once more, and alas there was none other than the woeful Nightingale to soothe her stone-heart. Though, although the absence of the male left her, she did not feel the downpour of agony that was described, nor the over exuberant rolling joy which would grace her in his absence, alas no - she felt the vacancy of emotion; apathy. She let a sneer curse her kissers as her ivory-like bridgework was shown in order to create a haunting look to any flora or fauna to glance this direction. Ah, it seems as if Valkyrie's usual truancy of life has left her excited by the welcoming of another - yet all things must come to an end, good or bad, and it just so happened that our dear subject was left empty-souled as she knew the lad was leaving the terrain. Of course you are better off without that flea-bitten rascal...~ Snarl was formed in thought-train as the familiar tunes of Tynic surged through her mind with a sudden force, knocking the sense back into the Stoned-Hearted-One. Valkyrie nodded and did not respond to the telepathy as she gracefully swooped down from her position atop the boulder next to the waterfall and began moving her conveyance - each footfall counting as a trot as she trotted forward through the undergrowth. Although we know she was not headed in the Cyrazz's direction, actually, quite the opposite as Tynic drove her forward with whispers of hate and destruction in her mind as Valkyrie opened her jowl's just a tad to emit a atmosphere ripping snarl. Oh, let the games of the night begin.
Cyraz+Figure soon burst from the forest, greens, yellows and browns no longer mingling with the steel coat that draped the male's bodice. The beautiful image of the sun settling below the hills crest met the drake, warming his heart as the lonely cry for freedom was silenced. Pace slowed until the beast came to a halt at the lines of the territory he had fled from without a glance back. Ah, this was the life. Leaving only a faint mark of your scent upon lands that would drift away with tomorrow’s winds just as you had many hours before. Perhaps you should have left your aroma upon the lass who resides here rather than just her domain. Mind suggests bitterly, the hard, cruel life he led wearing upon the instincts that fought so hard to try and break free. Soft chuckles emit at his thoughts and a smile is allowed to crease maw. He doubted any attempts to do so made by himself would have succeeded for the maiden's first reaction would be to snub out his advances before they could pile around her. That was simply the she-devils style. Besides, there was other essa's in this world who had none to call a mate outside of this fatal. Although Cyraz rarely saw any, surely he could run into one who would allow him into her den. Too bad she would probably be of pack mind and wish for him to remain. Breaking hearts was not something he had planned to do along his path, but if such things were necessary then the knight had no issue breaking from his original mold. Attention returned to the sky then, all brilliant colors having faded almost entirely till the blackness dominated now. Quick sigh was allowed to escape before strides started up again, carrying him past the border of the district which the one named Valkrie claimed. When the baron had made it about two miles out, that was when something within him changed, willing all progress to stop. Frown formed upon features, muscles reacting to the situation by bending to the will and bringing steps to an end. What is this madness? Confused vocals whispered aloud, addressing himself as gaze swept down towards limbs in puzzlement. That fea....There is something I feel as if I should do, but what is it? Wait, no. This makes no sense. I cannot remain here. I am a wanderer. A loner! Two halves of a whole battled each other within a very muddled cranium, both ordering muscles to carry figure in an opposite direction.
Valkyrie___xx;Silvery canvass slid over muscles as they worked in the labyrinth of her physique, causing her transporters to smoothly move over the terrain that she named her own. The appearance of the lad caused mass confusion within her own mind, which lit a candle of both white rage, and blue confusion. Trains of thoughts clanked on the tracks of her mind such as: 'why did he leave in such a rush?' or 'I cannot believe that he was such a jerk!' Longing for his company and refusing to admit it was the key in this relations of the mind, not even a grade A psychologist would dare enter the twists and turns of maze in her memory. As Valkyrie trudged through the wooded terrain she continued the battle of her mind until her body was both physically and mentally worn out. She opened her emerald-blade optics and swung her mighty cranium left, then right, in looking for where her body had transported her among her lands. She recognized the place, the clearing where the hare had died, but did he feast on the fuzzy animal, or leave it for her to eat? Letting her nostrils do the work, she scented out the furry rabbit and felt his scent seethe through the minuscule hairs of the hare. Valkyrie buried her ebon, wet, nose into the soft, alabaster pelt of the lera and drowned in the lad's, Cyrazz, stench. "This is madness." Valkyries voice was muffled in the carcass of a dead, innocent, lera. 'No, this. is. sparta.' Her apathetic, sadistic, and rather sarcastic mind echoed back to her inside her own cranium. Optic's rolled inside holders and Valkyrie opened her mouth and let her long canines slowly slide through the skin of the prey, it's life source spewed through the punctures and into the blood-lusting mouth of a beast. Her gums were pressed against by the rather unsavory pelt of the rabbit, and the thin meat was slowly making it's scent mark on her taste buds. The lass skinned the animal with her sharper canine teeth, and bit into the raw, uncooked meat and nearly purred with delight of a small snack at dusk. The sun was pushed back by Luna's mighty star-guard, and soon the brilliant pigments of dusk were covered by a shade of navy that settled, only to be disturbed by the twinkling lights of heaven's greatest - of lupis forefathers far beyond the imagining of the mind of such a lady. Tynic was up there, too. Soon, however, Valkyrie was finished with her small meal, disproportionate to her normal feasts. The stars stood fearless and understanding with Tynic among them, sure and mighty, as Valkyrie stood mortally on earth, bound to lady Gaia in chains of a mortal soul, condemned to this life of pondering and wandering - what it would be like, and about the strange wolf-boy, Cyrazz.
Cyraz+Inner battle waged on as moments came to pass, seemingly moving at quite a slow rate to the male. The great orb of light had finally fallen behind the far off hills and the sky had turned to navy once desperate bleached orbs gazed up helplessly at the heavens. No longer did the two sides fight within him. It appeared as if both were defeated, battered, torn and tired from the enduring conflict. Both were now huddled in their own designated corners of the beast's brain, gasping for breath while not allowing their gazes to break from the others. In this way, thoughts became nonexistent, allotting some lapse of sound to the lord while he stood, still on the fence upon which half he would support in the struggle. Things could be gained in both directions. If he continued onward, the bloke would retain the right to freedom of a loner, but if he choose to turn back and stay within the essa's realms, companionship was too be offered and though he may not know why such a prospect appealed to him as it did now, his frame still considered it an acquisition. For a moment, Cyraz intended to ponder as to why the aloof lady's presence mattered this much to him, but cast it aside quickly; knowing little would come from such inspection of himself. Suddenly, figure spun upon its steel haunches and steps were retraced, a small scowl of displeasure upon features as the drake did so. Strides paused for a brief moment as he returns to the parting of the trees with gave way to the lake's clearing, sharp pools running over the lands quickly before cage twisted and pads trodded away from there, selecting another unknown trail which led in the opposite direction. Then the stench of crimson filled his nasal cavities, motions becoming slower before they finally halt and the origins of the spillage was pinpointed, a smile spreading across guise readily before limbs lifted mittens from the sod once more and chest was thrust forward into the thick brush, little care for the hide's condition being shown. Branches tangled themselves within the thickening winter coat, but soon let the hairs free as the owner moved without allowing any time for disengaging the strands from their captors. When anatomy did exit the wood, it was into the grotto which he had settled down, intent upon eating the hare he had so devilishly captured before it had been left upon the soil, haste being made after the lass. Upper lifted in distaste at the thought of himself chasing after her like some lost pup, but was soon erased as gaze swept around to find the vixen, the scent of plasma more potent now than it had been before. Rueful half grin lifted one side of kissers at the sight of her knives digging eagerly into the flesh of his kill. A few steps were taken towards her at a walk, movement stopping while pair stared down relentlessly at the mercury being. Enjoying my quarry? Vocals asked sarcastically, brow cocking in question.
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Cyraz+Cool liquid ran in a continuous run as the tape flicked down and the returned with the water, esophagus muscles contracting then to swallow the substance. Muzzle lifted slightly from the sparkling surface, hark flicking off to the side, padders that to another would be inaudible catching his attention. Smile pulled kissers up at one side, amusement drawling a small chuckle from chest. So, the other creature thought they could sneak up on him eh? Too bad they were too self absorbed to realize that not every beast they were to run into would be easy to capture or likely to lay down in surrender at the slightest hint of violence. Snout once more broke the water's barrier, unexpecting guise being adopted as he awaited the inevitable. What fun this would be to deal with another just as cocky as he without any background to hold up such a confidence. The rustle of leaves told him of the wolvens sudden presence, but still he held the ignorant stance, ash dome lifting only when words emitted, sky like gaze slicing into the dame's emeralds. There was surprise to be found at the being having the title of lady, but this was of no importance and therefore was quickly dismissed in his mind, expression showing no hint of such a change in emotion, features staying clean and unfeeling as a slate of metal. Only once the essa had finished her tunes and started to circle him like a huntress did the drake allow his confidence to show through, crown lifting high as brow cocked in entertainment at her. You have nothing, maiden. Nor is there any pleasure to be lent to your system as you shall find none while holding such an attitude in my presence. Carefully calculating strides carry his beefy framework towards hers, malicious smile sliding across mask. Thoughts crossing your mind now must have you confused for I am not a prey for you to chase after. Unfortunately for you, this varg is the chaser.
Valkyrie___xx;The vagabond’s audacious manner irked the also impudent jezebel; having such a retort from that barbaric sahib began the fuse that was not all too lengthy itself. Stature erected as he circulated, though not in abhorrence of the arrogant hellion, but rather sensory of the atmosphere that surrounded her. Glaucous pigmented luminary’s glinted with the ruptured rays from the flora umbrage as the femmorian physique sensed his progress within mid-stride, analyzation occurred within the belfry about the etched figurine. Sharp gust of squall suppressed her pumps from giving in as the atmosphere slinked into a tense combat of wits, the pollution from her former intake spewed back into the stratosphere through nares. Brainpan coyly memorized a witty comment as the Xanthippe restrained from the varg and lera in the radius that would detect her, confining it until further notice. Halcyon, and rather coy, simper was latched onto orifice of the sovereign as once more her inner vortex urged her to violate the mute. `Why, aren’t you an ignominy to the terrain loam.` Spitting out a nasty rejoinder to the bastard who seemed omnipotent, the sinewy inamorato held the tranquil and void sentiment within her optical spheres. Boa arched with acumen, the evanescent brow was elevated in tarry for the titan’s strenuous counter. Even though the wench was accursed the hellionessa from Satan’s abode, it was obvious that her intentions where not that of a masocostic ‘lion’ sense, rather an inquisitive primate searching for a new pawn. The Regina paused for his encircling motions to cease so that she may observe the sentiment within his oracles from her snippy retort, her own viridescent ooids mirrored the kingmans own of harsh and unforgiving witty sniggers, when would this little bastard ascertain his station within the sultana’s own dream-maker, he was all too unwelcome of a visitor upon her tiny perfect habitat – especially after such an intrusion!
Cyraz+Pernicious knives were exposed in an expression of enjoyment as she also continued to move, keeping space between her and him. Quite a smart move for one who seemed to ignorant to the situation within which they found themselves. For the lord, it was a profoundly amusing spectacle, but his opinions were sure to not be doubled by the fatal. Bumptious she may be, it was nothing in comparison to the brute. Lids merely flashed over pools in a impervious way at the jab no doubt the lady had stabbed forth to do him harm. Instead, rapturous smirk mearly grew to copious heights, standing before any other features upon his facade. Why, I would have never expected such a compliment to fly forth from your lips unchecked, wench. The pitiful creature. The duchess actually thought him obtainable, such as a piece of meat or another creature who would fall for her beauty like a pup drooling over his newest bone. Pathetic! All of his kind. Lust was such a weak emotion. I held no weight in the strategies of combat and therefore was useless! More needed to think as he did. They should recognize the world for what it is, not some romanticized version that was flittered around by younglings who knew naught of life happenings. Crown lifted as bleached orbs surveyed the framework before him, debating on what he was to do with her. Had he been like the rest of his sex the choice would be easily made. Bastards do not happen upon a damsel such as her often. It could be exceedingly pleasing to find oneself inside of her. Far side of mask curled upward at the thought, knowing exactly what the maiden would think about this prospect. It was assured that she would fight him, at first. All beasts did when they felt the control slipping from their grasp. Then, the guard was sure she would submit to him. Every Jezebel did so when the opportunity arose for themselves to be found in one of the opposite gender's company. It mattered nothing to them that the drake would be moving on once his deed was done. They simply wanted the immediate release, thinking nothing of the emptiness it left them many hours later. Smirk twisted steel plates, his own mind denouncing the selection. As was made perfectly clear before, this monster cared nothing for motives of the genitals. Now, he was left with no alternative making itself clear. Of course, it was apparent that neither reveled in the others presence nor would prefer if their opposer left the area. This he could ask of her, but believed firmly that she would deny and ask the same of him which the baron would as well decline. So, oculars were left staring at her, emotionless depths staring into the jade pair, unwilling to move as was to forfeit the small game of dominance they played with one another.
Valkyrie___xx;Receptors detected the disirate harmonies from the sahib, longing within’ to hunt his dreams. Soon, his oracles burned – unwavering – into the Lorelei as a game for dominance played the souls of both lupe. This province he so intruded upon was that of Apparatus Fellowship, which was passed from the great-obsidinal-one, Tynic, to the successor – Valkyrie herself. Not at all devitalized by this haphazard game, the Bella would not be debaciled and this virile would not go exonerated. The conduit incited the Virgo to glib herself, for this czar would not reconcile profusely to her for his words. The lass improvised a retort within’ her visage before he could declare Sultan, of this Cold War. `You best watch your attitude, soldier!` Although a precipitous glib, the pedigree of the svelte anatomy was a great goddessa named the great-obsidinal-one, Tynic. The biotic carcasses stood `fore each other, the niche of a belligerent canine was to be the trishary on the trophic level. Was it possible for a mutualistic symbiosis? Or more of a parasitism agreement? Binocular vision continued to burn into the physique before her majesty, the scavenger was as lera in her view, nothing more than a meal – a good preditation.
Cyraz+Venomous chuckles escaped framework as the drake again continued his advancement towards her, the lyrics of warning issuing forth from ink stained kisser of the lady with little heed being paid to them. Amused smile danced upon features as well as on the surfaces of his endless depths while he continued to lay siege to the wolven along with her lands and the creatures who scuttled across it. The expression caught within the others orbs still told him of her extreme cockiness and belief that her law was supreme as well as her word. Too bad decrees meant little to the slayer. They were only set by ones who could over power their subjects and this one was not in the least less assertive than the fatal nor was he a commoner. None with any sense would glance at his stature and think such of the defined muscles and stern pair for these attributes spoke of freedom, of revolution. Never before had any been successful in holding back the natural instincts of the lord and it most certainly would not change now simply because a naive damsel thought herself worthy of ruling him. Dome lifted above hers in a motion of superiority, leggings stiff with each step they took that brought the mass closer to its opposer. If need be, a lesson could indeed be taught to the stark essa if she pushed him to the brute's limits. As much as he looked down upon the action of attacking one of the viewed "weaker" sex, exceptions were made with everything and if a being choose to be included with the big dogs, they were to be treated as such. Sly smile continued to greet her as chest came within inchs of the fea's, lips only then revealing deadly pearls as grin deepened. Breaths escaping soot dipped nasal to rustle the ebony pelt before it, heat from the maiden's own nares seeping through his fur layer and warming hide. Jowls parted near the other's lobe, as if some secret was in the knights possession and he choose now to share it with her. You cannot control me, madam. None can. No name supersedes mine within the ranks. Do try and relax your need for command, I grow tired of pitiful antics quickly. Lyrics cut off slowly, allowing for a pause in the barons words before naughty lifting of his cheeks came with the smacking sound of tissues as jaws parted again. Now I know why no scent of a male marks this area as his except for one left stale and untainted. It is for the same reason no odor of a lover mingles with your own.
Valkyrie___xx;And with his reply came a growl from the vixetta's jowls, which parted in order to show ivories and give him something to "laugh" about. His cockyness matched her own, yet she had more power given at birth than him - her own birthright and she could, and would indeed, superceed him within the ranks. `Psh. Like that'll ever happen.` Lyri couldn't be edmitted into the stratosphere for it was locked within the great gorge known as her skullary, which in minuets turned to the sound of his smacking maw. `no...` She drew out the lyric as she let a smile crawl upon her facade. She continued to retort the fallowing: `The reason of my loveless affair is that of one: Brutes are carrion. Nothing more, and yet you show the true example of my reasoning.` Short, quick, and to the point that melody was exhaled into the stratospheric layer surrounding the duo, the waves hopefully ready to hit whatever net's they where ordered to. The feaetta spoke to him in a cross-tone, letting herself be known as the one who would be controlling this terrain loam for years to come, and from eons past as well - no control by some grotesque sahib could remove her from her crown.
Cyraz+Smirk deepened as the drake continued to watch the essa, no surprise being found at her refusal to take a step away despite the close quarters he forced her into. Chuckles came at her threatening growl, cutting off quickly as a cocky grin was allowed to take its place. So the lady had not taken kindly to his declaration of power. Pity really, for she still continued the struggle to gain the upper hand upon him, which she never would, no matter what the other's superior birth had given her. For how did ancestors gain such a right to pass down leadership to their offspring? They took it. Just as any other had. Just as Cyraz could do now if he so choose. Never had he threatened the maiden's hold of her lands since he had trodded upon these lands, so it was a wonder why she felt a threat from him at all. Perhaps it was because of attributes mentioned earlier that caused the damsel to feel pressure. Whatever it was mattered little, for the fact remained that each were of stubborn beginnings of distinguished air and neither would relinquish their influence while the other remained prevailing. A twist of the baron's kissers came at her retort for his point that she had no partner to back her own claim. Mischievous glaze covered bleached surfaces as an urge to force the fatal to be sure of her thoughts rose within him, instincts flaring up as a side effect. How can you be so sure of your position when you yourself said have admitted to never entertaining lust? Framework presses ever closer to hers as padder moved forward bringing the knight a step closer to the vixen, crooked smile pulling at cheeks as liquids dared the madam's hypothesis, tantalizing her with their color, or rather lack of hue.
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Cyraz+Grin pulled wider as the essa drew even closer to him, daring to cross some invisible line the lord had held himself behind during their meeting. When facing the maiden, the wall bent to her curves, suddenly supple and yielding against the other creature. In a situation such as this, it was common for the brute to be upset. Actually, the male halfway expected himself to be angered at his own inability to break the boundry, but this was not so. Instead, a sense of triumph filled him at the lady taking the final step closer to him, in a way making her the aggressor, the reason they both held such close positions. Weight shifted and mass bumped gently against hers, their skin brushing lightly against one another's as the baron experimented with the room he was allotted. Confident chuckles came forth from kissers as lightly tinted gems seared into the damsel's own jades, the white hot fire burning within them just as it burned inside of him. Do you disprove what your lands have already told me? Do you think me so incompetent as to ignore the signs my own senses relay to me? These lands were once occupied by another of my own make, yes, but his odor mingles naught with your own. Despite your threats you have never felt the warmth of another. Of that I am positive for your outlook would force any weak being who was drawn in by your beauty to turn tail and run. Disdainful smirk was sent in her direction before deep tunes continued their onslaught, leaving no words that resided within his cranium to be unsaid. Witty dukes would know better than to set their sights upon you where as those of inferior breeding would allow their instincts to get in the way. You are not one to settle for a wolven of such low rank and therefore have never found one to give yourself too. Expression wiped from mask as pools suddenly turned serious, a hard light of antipathy glaring at her through their depths. Potential pups lay idle within your bodice, your selfishness denying any the right to mount you, therefore killing you linage where it ended. Breath was taken and pause had, dome pushing forwards, again invading her space further while oculars shifted in frantic motions, searching the emeralds hard for the reaction his words would cause. How old are you madam? Does your arrogance come from skill or merely from the treatment you received after birth? For what little I have seen I would bet the life of a caribou that the later is the truth. Your manner speaks of a princess who has gotten her way sense birth. Perhaps you have had the pleasure of an easy life, but not all of those you oppose will hold respect for you for it. In my world, one gains honor through combat, not birth. To take this section you call your own would be a simple task for myself, yet I feel naught the need to do so as it would be cast aside as soon as it was won. Take peace, contessa, for not all you come across shall be as lenient as me. Hard lyrics cast out of his formation, the reason for why they were given mixing within his mind. Truly, the intention of his actions was hidden from his mind. It mattered little anyway, for the advice had already been given and the whip of his tongue laid upon her hide.
Valkyrie___xx;The pollution warmed the nape of her neck, as her emerald ooids hid true sentiment as she intook his stanza of, attempting to crack the code underneath the mechanical mechanism known as Valkyrie. Before making the next move with the knight, he spoke too quickly for her own self to attempt at getting a word in as he continued to wildly rage, his tongue an odd whiplash to her soul - he'd never know what true sentiment hid behind this being, for what he had relayed to her ... never. As his shady optic's bore into her own, she continue to hide the rage that flared in her soul like a white flame, and the cooling moisture of aqua that seemed to melt her with a depression thereafter. She longed to just tell him to get out, run away and never come back, yet something inside held another quick banter as the white flame sparked once more - alight with rage and adrenylane. `Tomorrow I do not want to scent your rotten presence on these lands.` Her stanza in reply harsh, the crack of the whip unbearable `pon the poor ass who was working unberably hard at decoding what his master wanted could fall with that one. `By the way, I am three and created of the fallen Tynic.` Though unessassary to his knowlage, the vixetta spun around showing the carcass `pon her shillouette which carefully sensed his embarkment with delicate, though massive, scythes as well as audits which had recently merged upon skullary. Sleekly darting within the forestry, she retreated back to her beau terrain, where she made her den - twas a waterfall which hid a sandy cavern which she could rest within. Standing afront of the abode, she did not go within the palace which she called her own, yet stood mossy optic's glaring at the reflexion in the aqua, yet dogmatic aura paced herself with the self-rage, I mean, that brute was not supposed to be upon these lands, there was no trato's blessing.
Cyraz+Hard gaze fluttered away quickly as the essa spewed poison from her parted jowls. Ebonite bodice spinning immediately after the lashes had been delivered, forcing the duke to remain where he was and stare after her in curiosity, dome tilting after the retreating frame. In one aspect the lord had been right, the maiden was barely over three years of age, although it was not much for him to go on when counting his own age had only recently past four eons, and in that matter knew little of the world. They were both practically equal in their wisdom and yet argued that the knowledge they had gained was much more than what they perhaps truly obtained. Weight shifted from both hinds onto just a singular one as a pondering expression took over the steel helmet, pale orbs watching the spot in the wood where the vixen had disappeared into the wood. Her departure was not completely unexpected yet somehow the occurrence was still somehow strange to him. Something within the baron told him to follow the fatal, but he figured this would be a bad idea. Yet, the brute knew he could not leave. A simple threat was nothing he could not handle, especially from the lass who had taken off in such a flame. Mittens dance upon the soil, a decision dangling upon the drake's mind as they moved. Up and down, up and down went the motions, always with the same rhythm, the same speed, each step carefully set upon the earth and again picked up by muscles. Low, annoyed growl moved out into the air as leggings moved into action, light strides carrying him after her as some invisible force pushed the knight towards the lady. Acceleration was silent as nares flared, the aroma of the other varg leading him along the correct paths. Harks perk forward as the sound of rushing water fills their peaks, pace slowing to a walk as the being continued to near the area, crown ducking down till it was level with spinal workings. Stature hid behind a small bush that rooted on the edge of the pool in which the water fell into from the higher ledge. Bleached azures stared out from between the cracks in the shrub, watching as the coal baroness stared down into the surface, her reflection looking back up into her expression. The czar watched from behind his vegetation, feeling like a spy all the while knowing that once the duchess caught wind of his odor the rage would be flung in his direction. Sideways smirk came at the idea of her lashing out at him again, a challenge flashing in depths as if daring the fea who could not seem them to come charging after him for having not heeded her wishes.
Valkyrie___xx;Sensorys detect his presence nearby, twin zeniths quietly swivled to detect the sahib who attempted to hide somewhere where he may spy `pon the fae. Canine's grit, bashing into eachother with brute force which jowls really where created to dig into supper's and take down the hyde's of the lera - though, nevertheless, the lady ignored his presance upon her silent dormatory. The abode was ment to be secluded from any roaming rouge, yet with the bashing force of the falling aqua, it was supposed that being hidden was a fraud. Long sythe ripped the imagry which was rather familuar to her own, disfiguring the image before any could be welcomed, turning her behind to that as well. Exhalation of atmospheric lyfe was elongated, huffed out into the stratosphere for any wandering audits, which one indeed was lurking amoung the umbra. Up, down, up down, was the way that the ligaments bent, expanding and colapsing to a rythamic beat which always sustained her dogmatically. 'You don't hide well, dearest.' Thoughtbox responded to the sensory's welcoming, once again no Trato's blessing upon the intruder. Quietly, the conveyance brought her to a hinder before the entrance to the den the dissolved rocks scattered lightly before her until it opened into a wide range of sand, where she rested when she could - dining out whenever possible to keep her abode neat; organized. Finally, twas internally decided that she enter the comley kept terrance the falling aqua happily sheliding her slevet physique from wandering ooids. `home, sweet home.` Airy, light-hearted, and warm was the stanza preformed without delay as she made the finally crossing over to where she was within the tranquility of her own dorm - hopefully no trespassing from the other...kingsman. Or, maybe not so much. He was /attempting/ at forewarning the fae yet, the only one who could do that was her 'mother', (for all intensive purposes), Tynic. And to do that, rest would have to be made and with that stagg still on the pheriphercy, it is not like she could put a pause to the tension and let blackness overcome her. Rear hit the loam with no hinder as it the terra made a slight protest with the hallow 'thump' that could be faintly heard even within the audits of the lady who let the noise flutter through the cavern. Once more pollution was forced from pumps, the symmatry of her thoughts overthrown for the moment.
Cyraz+Bleached orbs watch in amusement as the lady's frame freezes for a moment in time, a ripple of irritation running under the thin layer of coal skin, atmosphere tensing as if reacting the it's sovereign's rage and turning its own displeasure upon the knight. Northward wind blows over the varg as it came from the south, carrying his already potent aroma directly towards the fatal, rustling her pelt with affection as it reached her. Glare was sent after the breeze as it again changed direction, its gleeful dance heading back in the direction of the male, picking up old, fallen leaves off the earth along its way. Scowl deepened as the waves hovered above his frame for a moment before suddenly quitting, all of it packages instantly floating down upon his steel armor, changing it to a mixture of browns and dead greens. Hyde moved loosely over tissues as limbs braced themselves against the soil and torso shook frantically, dome joining in the dismissive action while plume waved along in tempo with the rotations. Debris fell back to the ground and the movement stopped as abruptly as it had started, triumphant smirk casting towards the long lifeless vegetation that now surrounded him before gaze eventually lifted again, a small sense of bewilderment flashing upon guise before it was quickly hidden and composure return. Somehow, the maiden had escaped from his sight during the small amount of time that the weather had occupied his time. Pair scanned the area frantically for her stature, not wanting to be surprised by the slim chance that she had slipped past his senses and choose to attack from behind. Nares flare and the familiar odor does not find him, the currents again working against his cause by ceasing to billow despite the need he had for them too. Flustered snarl is suppressed and icy blue pools glance one last time at the stretch of land before him, finally finding a tip of ebonite banner as it disappears behind the falls. Displeased expression rule mask as legging finally stride forth out of the bush, exposing the iron mass to the rays of sun that shown through the canopy above, coverage becoming less plentiful as he continued the forward motion towards the liquid not many yards away after a short pause was taken to again drag in the intellect available from this new position. Padders sink into the mud as the bank drawls near crown swinging alertly around for possible competition before a look of satisfaction crosses features and muzzle dips towards the sparkling surface and ribbon lashes out to gather cool water into its cupped form and bringing it to the death cavern, the water sending wonderfully peaceful sensations through his system as it ran down dry throat. Skullary lifted again as the duke finished with the duty and liquids stare straight at the powerful waterfall, knowing the essa hid herself behind its protective wall and a sense of banishment from the haven keeping his normally heedless bodice from entering. Sixth sense told him that the special place was only one to walk within if asked and the baron knew well that this was an impossible hope, even if he were to hope for it. No, strangely enough the solitude the damsel's den provided her did not affect the czar at all, appeasement being found at simply waiting outside of the inner clutches. Limber pillars step into the pool, liquid rising as the brute waded deeper and deeper, its cold fingers brushing against the tender underbelly before advancement was finally halted, visionaries never leaving the falling wall of water. Snout tilted upward and a beautiful song one would never think the beast capable of came forth from larynx, flowing out into the air before it climbed the levels, dancing happily among the gusts, causing the terra to change its outlook on the wolven. Lyrics of the tune continued to ring true as the lord repeated the vocals he knew by heart, having repeated the lullaby to himself many times over the past four eons, imprinting the only gift his mother had ever given him into his memory. Slowly, the melody came to a close, blacked tip dropping along with the tempo, the song drawling to an end once it held level. Soft grin fluttered across handsome visionage as pale pair stare straight at the vixen through the water, jowls parting to again release utterances. Your name, daughter of Tynic? Brow cocked sweetly as the question flowed out as easily as the harmony had, words still holding that mesmerizing tone with which the song had been sung.
Valkyrie___xx;Obviously thinking that he could get away with wandering `pon her terrain than letting rage burn alight inside of her, and she would still accept him upon the loam? Or accept him even as a lupine? Aha, no. Would that be such a literate response within mindbox for the ceaser, though flying off the walls of the cerebrum felt as if vocal's had been ripped out with brute force expasperating her as he strode before the shifting liquids attempting to speak talk with her, though reply would be cut short. A lithely omnipotent simper tempted `pon labia as the depthening ooids intook the image behind the wall of liquidation, crown still ringing with reply as net's caught the stanza that he quirked about her cursing. `Call me what you may, for name's are not nessassary to a filthy sahib such as yourself.` Low growling reply was snapped back through pharnyx out into the stratospheric geo, instantly ready to retort any reply he had in mind back her way as audit's merged upon dial, which valorly turned leftward in a low velocity rump still plastered to the soddary as in paralyzation. Dreammaker growled to itselve many times in action to make the lad leave her presance but that did nothing as she awaited reply as lobes erect, scanning the loam for any other reply from beyond the crying falls. Scythes strech out and paw at the sand getting caught within as the faetta continued to wait rather patiently for his rougeful reply for if he thought being nice would get on her good side, he was sorrily mistaken.
Cyraz+Slow expectant grin pulled across the finely shaped planes of his face, the genetics of the lord's ancestors having made it so, at the irritable reply the damsel snarled out from behind her protective wall, the crash of the falls doing little to drown out the words from the keen hearing possessed by the wanderer. To have believed that the essa would give him her name in sincerity was insanity and the duke had never been so foolish as to have faith in a new found companion. Ripples vibrated out towards the bank from the wet iron physique as he took a step closer to the maiden's haven, his mischievous smile still playing upon guise. Then what shall I call you fairest wench? For there are many dubbations which would suffice and I grow tired of addressing you by the name of your lineage, daughter of Tynic. Harmonic vocals flow off the male's wicked tongue was smooth as silk, the spiteful grin returning immediately as tissues again press against one another, shining knives hidden from the sunlight, their glint no longer being allowed to brighten graceful features. Birds chirped on the branches surrounding the little alcove as the silence between the two wolven elapsed, their stupidity causing them to believe that since the malicious beast had his mind occupied with another, he would pay no heed to them. Singular twitch of the knight’s coal upper was all he was willing to muster in defiance towards the featured animals, his mind fighting to control the urge to quiet their joyful singing forever. It would merely be an indulgence of habit, and simply just a distraction from the particularly interesting vixen that hid behind her waterfall drape. Common sense prevailed and the brute reined in his control, easily gaining back his composure and restoring previous expression, stature relaxed and acting as if nothing had happened. For a moment, the avians ceased their melodies, beady, dark pools watching the predator intently with fear during this span, awaiting to see if an attack would ensue. All tension seemed to release from their bodies as the varg never moved a muscle in the direction, settling them into an ease they should not have been allotted. Tunes again filled the air and Cyraz was forced to ignore them, only an angry flickering of his lobe giving away the true passion that coursed through veins. Answer quickly, prideful madam, as the creatures of you lands beg for their death and my razors yearn to fulfill their cry. Romantic tunes made an illusion out of his uttered threat, inducing a fake sense of tranquility to settle over the surrounding area.
Valkyrie___xx;Through the oxygen and above the rush of the falls where the knights records - unfortunate among sagacious lobes. His faux caustic poem's marred any tranquility in the atmosphere which had a chance of being established. Smoke of stratospheric layer was exhausted over animatedly - relieved of duty's in the mass, the effect: exsistance. His representation was distorted among the rapidly descending liquid, visionary's fallowing the lad's smoke-washed mass - with drawling the photograph from a more convenient album. His voicade....? twas that of baritone heritage easially perfecting them with this twisted remark to the edgily quriking flora and fauna. Did he actually think he would get away for such a deed?! Cackle was released from the depths of he chambers, it's harmony filled with such a morbid feel it was almost conundrum to any other lurking puntar. Luxorious pillars heaved flank from terrace, their lengh mesmorized whomever got their taste - before it bit `em back! {;D} Vibrating cilia tickled cords as the let the patosis filling the bogus tension. "Valkyrie; first hand connection with the slain." Vocals electrified by the alias so exotic and familuar to even her own audits. A delerium to rouge's, a fantasy to the lusting; petite physique activated ligaments, exsquesitive stature embarking through the exit of the haven. This so called 'Cyraz' character was fully crystal in vision now, his debonair pigments -along with the rest of the planet's- flooeded the duo lanterns, white light blinding only momentairly before full vision was regained. The chattering flying lera and bubbling aqua wasn't quite the correct backdrop for this scene yet irony was a fun element to fool with, yes? Coy simper tugged at left, ice glazed over her ivy coloured occulites, enough to freeze the liquid in motion, yet soft section brang out by her ediquate - pah not! More like the whore inside of her. All thougths hindered as zeniths erected with introductory vibrations, being heard before his stanza was retorted towards her.
Cyraz+Aphrodisiac grin settles upon lightly pressed lines while bleached pools catch the distortion of color behind the liquid curtain, alerting sensories to the rising of the essa from her perch. Pair continued to watch as tints followed the glass outline of the beast as she then strode forth, clear silhouette reflecting the rays of the large saffron orb balancing in the sky. Pleased expression quickly dashed the tempted smile away as the damsel offered forth her name, finally giving a solid answer to the question of which matter the drake had been inquiring several times at recent. Ah, it is good to get something besides impudence to exit your cavern. Masculine vocals spewed forth, front limbs lifting and liquid yielding to recede around the legging as it pushed through and the level of water slowly lowered. Pads squished in the mud floor of the lake and eventually came in contact with slightly dry land as the steel male removed himself from the waters depth. Controlled bleached azures continued to study the vixen before the knight, easily catching the change in her posture and in the air that surrounded her. Strides halted just past the sinking portion of the bank and there droplets were allowed to fall to the earth from wetted coat, the baron caring little for the substance, but choosing also not to shake it from locks as any normal creature may. Perhaps, one may judge, this was because the duke was not a conventional being. Never predictable and sticking to an always changing routine were not exactly what could be considered common antics of the lupine species. Most animals enjoyed habit for it offered stability in life. Such an aspect was not needed by the duke for he found all that was needed in this cruel life to be sustenance and, at times, the fulfillment of pleasure.
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Cyraz+Expressionless facade follows the essa as limbs carry the raven bodice over the land in a floaty gait, seemingly perfectly aware of the light shaded pair that watched every movement made. Although the maiden had been particularly irritating at times, no matter how amusing it may be to him, the lord could not ignore his interest in her sharp tongue and strange ways for few had chosen to speak out towards him much like she had. Mostly, when one runs into someone whose character radiates from their bodice as plainly as the hue of their pelt, then the being tends to sidestep their new acquaintance, deciding to avoid the strange beast rather than deal with them. It took a lot of self confidence to show others what you are about instantly because you loose the sense of mystery, and thereby loosing the edge that it may give you in an altercation, but when your companion knows almost as much about yourself as you do, that is when the real battle begins. Now, that’s not to say that the iron knight was completely open with the damsel before him. No, he did not like strangers to know that much about him, but the bloke certainly hadn’t hidden such information from the vixen. Droplets continued to fall from soaked locks as padders moved silently after the fea, the male telling himself that the reason for his pursuing her was that he had nothing better to do so why waste daylight? Figure easily curved around the brush, leggings lifting higher at times when it called for it and sidestepping debris such as rocks and twigs out of habit of not causing any alerting noise while traveling. Facade was turned downward towards the earth as the feminine vocals entered out into the air, not really for Cyraz's sake, but the words were also directed towards him in a way. Indeed. Perhaps we lupe have become too accustomed to the temperatures of the heated season. Lyrics offered up reasoning for conversations sake, features never really changing although, mask was now turned upward while bleached depths continued to watch the demon before them, the duke feeling much like pup who was following an elder yearling who happened to be his babysitter. Pistons halted just then and liquids left the fatal to watch the insect flying in the air around them, no real interest being taken in the pest, but it was almost as if the brute had paused to prove to himself that he did not HAVE to follow the one called Valkyrie.
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Cyraz+Absentmindedly, pools watched brightly colored wings flutter in the sunlight that broke through the canopy, their slightly transparent membranes beaming the hues onto the forest floor. No attention was paid to this display at the male's feet for matters of nature rarely caused him much amusement and mind was preoccupied with other things. It was still wagging an inner battle with itself as to why the duke even bothered with the fatal. Why was he following her? Such an action left him feeling like a lowly pup who had nowhere else to go within his pathetic life other than to follow the slightly older essa. For this reason, all movement of limbs had come to a hault while the maiden had paused as well, determination slowly growing to remain planted in this spot, but the cranium knew better. If the damsel left, so did any possible form of entertainment, although, now she seemed quite boring. What was there to do, but follow her? These lands were not the male's own and he cared little for ownership. He could always just move on. Leave this place just as he had many others. That was the most reasonable solution, but no. Somehow, the drake knew that whenever the other would move forth, he would follow. Such a down spiraling twister Cyraz found himself in! Dome jerked in the fea's direction as vocals erupted into the air. Uninterested expression creped onto facade while blank depths continued to follow the silvery hairs of the fatal, a low, inaudible growl vibrating vocal cords as she stepped forward and his own padders lifted in pursuit. Sight is narrowed by vegetation till all the baron is allowed to see is his fellow wolven's hindquarters and millions of different kinds of leaves and brush jutting out onto the slightly beaten path in a empty threat to those who trodded upon it. Irritation grew to newer heights as tiny limbs racked onto his side, a snarl demanding to be let loose although it was held in. The lord need not expose his vexation with himself to the lady, inner battle was never something to openly allow others to witness. Nares widen and the aroma of a prey animal catches the brute's attention, snapping him out of the state of vertigo instantly as instincts took over. Then, the beast exposed itself to the predators, bleached cobalts peering around feminine bodice to see its ivory ball hovering upon their path. Crown lowered to the earth, shoulder blades rolling loosely beneath steel hide as ever so slowly, the hunter creped around the fea, knowing already that it was most likely for her to let the being go without a scratch. Too bad that was not his style. Malicious smile pulled at kissers as the snarl from another broke the silence and the pitiful animal gazed up in fear as if not having noticed the larger death bringer above it. Hinds bunched and sprung cage forward, bulk moving at a surprisingly fast speed as it darted after the meal, needing only to stride once, twice, thrice before exhibited knives latched onto the collar of the weaker being, skull jerking upward as it lifted the rabbit from its mittens. The terrified rodent squirmed within the varg's grasp, breath having been left exiting and entering as the wolf turned back towards its companion, a deadly sparkle within his lanterns. Every second seemed to stretch longer as leggings brought him back to Valkyrie's side, neck dropping skull to the earth before jowls released their bounty, heavy paw quickly placing its weight upon the game, razors flashing out of toes to cause other holes for crimson to pour out of, the small frame almost frozen in a daze from loss of plasma and the shock he endured. Azure gems met the lass's easily, almost willing her to take the kill. Shall it be yours or mine, fair wench? Brow cocked in question while stance remained solid, the knight ignoring all cliques about not playing with his food for now, he toyed with both the hare and the fem, working twisted games for the filling of his day.
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Cyraz+Vicious smile pulled across facade as pools remained latched onto the others, catching the flash in the fem's depths, ready for the smart ass remark that would follow as it was the lass' style. Brow cocked in amusement as the retort came, strangely kind in its manner for it was not as the bloke had expected. Haughty chuckles escaped cavern then as the dame moved off, leaving both the beast and his prey alone to their play. Grin was turned downward to the pathetic creature, catching the frightened black beads within his ultraviolent gaze before jaws snapped forth quickly and the game was ended almost as quickly as it had begun. Crown raised, ribbon running quickly over maw, gathering the few droplets of blood that tarried there before dome dropped again, jowls closing around the rather plump abdomen of the kill. Path was set after the essa again, wondering what other form of entertainment she could provide the duke with if he wandered longer with her. With the fea's abandonment of her end of the bargain in the previous scheme, the bloke began to wonder what lengths he could push her to. Perhaps she would even attempt to attack him? Expression became joyous at the thought, adrenaline already pumping through veins merely at the prospect. No, he would not be fool enough to harm the fatale, but a sparring was always a good form of entertainment, yes? And it was just an added bonus if the mistress learned something about manners to be shown to guests along the way. The pair continued to stride through the woodlands, each occupied by their own agenda. A small clearing was reached, coarse veering off to one side as the steel brute blazed a trail towards the tree line, limbs folding beneath him and underside scraping the ground gently. Skullary lowered towards the earth, harks pricked and knives releasing the corpse of the hare that had been taken a few yards back. Bleached lanterns watch the fem to see what it was she intended to do now that her companion had halted, obviously intent on eating his meal before moving on.
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Cyraz+Mask remained passive as the iron garbed fatal left the clearing, continuing down that path that the duo had been trodding upon before the drake had broken from their formation. As depths could no longer see the other beast, attention returned to the carcass at his feet. The lass's matters were of no concern of his, movements she made upon her own terra not needing his watchful eye. Frown formed upon features as orbs stared down at the kill, debating on how to begin his meal. Hare was always tedious work. Small bones could be easily broken by powerful jaws, but when they are, sharp ends could serve as a possible object to cause harm. Daggers flash in the sunlight, working till a tight grip was had upon the poor animal's neck. Dome jerked violently to one side then, ripping the skull from its connected spinal cord and the bones there that protected the delicate thread. The dismembered body was left where it lay, a thick, chunky crimson slowly pouring from jugular, the liquid having simply clotted as the heart had stopped pouring life throughout the tiny figure, while the useless head was tossed aside, forgotten as snout turned back to the meat. Knives sunk into the belly flesh and ripped the entrails from the abdomen, savoring the strange flavor before muzzle dropped again to retrieve more flesh, this time the layer of muscle that lay over spine being taken. This was digested quickly and the last of the filler torn from bone, this as well sliding down esophagus as hunger that could hardly be called demanding, quieted, the taking of life more of a opportunity that was not to be denied rather than a necessity. Leggings lifted system from the sod, padder lifting over the worthless skeletal cage while the duke strode on, setting foot upon the trail the essa had taken upon leaving him to his meal. Travel was slow as limbs worked evenly, the duke not rushing for what was there to rush about? Eventually, inner compass told him that he was headed back to the place where water fell like a wall. Progress came to an instant halt, crown turning to the east as the fading sun called to him, the lonesome song of the wild breaching barriers, causing heart to swoon with lust. Cranium shook briefly, gaze turning back to the route that would take him back to the vixen. She would be appreciative for the peace and quiet again. After all, the day had been wasted waiting for her to amuse him. Lips flicked upward at one side. Of course, it wasn’t his style to leave a being when his presence tormented them so. Luckily for Valkyrie, he was feeling particularly kind in her regard for the mistress had put up with the lords existence for the day. Destination was then altered, strides lengthening out into a floating, soundless canter, wood seeming less dense the further the baron traveled, ready to leave these lands just as he had many others, expecting that he would forget the intriguing fem as well.
Valkyrie___xx;As she had rid herself of the lad, the overwhelming loneliness began once more, and alas there was none other than the woeful Nightingale to soothe her stone-heart. Though, although the absence of the male left her, she did not feel the downpour of agony that was described, nor the over exuberant rolling joy which would grace her in his absence, alas no - she felt the vacancy of emotion; apathy. She let a sneer curse her kissers as her ivory-like bridgework was shown in order to create a haunting look to any flora or fauna to glance this direction. Ah, it seems as if Valkyrie's usual truancy of life has left her excited by the welcoming of another - yet all things must come to an end, good or bad, and it just so happened that our dear subject was left empty-souled as she knew the lad was leaving the terrain. Of course you are better off without that flea-bitten rascal...~ Snarl was formed in thought-train as the familiar tunes of Tynic surged through her mind with a sudden force, knocking the sense back into the Stoned-Hearted-One. Valkyrie nodded and did not respond to the telepathy as she gracefully swooped down from her position atop the boulder next to the waterfall and began moving her conveyance - each footfall counting as a trot as she trotted forward through the undergrowth. Although we know she was not headed in the Cyrazz's direction, actually, quite the opposite as Tynic drove her forward with whispers of hate and destruction in her mind as Valkyrie opened her jowl's just a tad to emit a atmosphere ripping snarl. Oh, let the games of the night begin.
Cyraz+Figure soon burst from the forest, greens, yellows and browns no longer mingling with the steel coat that draped the male's bodice. The beautiful image of the sun settling below the hills crest met the drake, warming his heart as the lonely cry for freedom was silenced. Pace slowed until the beast came to a halt at the lines of the territory he had fled from without a glance back. Ah, this was the life. Leaving only a faint mark of your scent upon lands that would drift away with tomorrow’s winds just as you had many hours before. Perhaps you should have left your aroma upon the lass who resides here rather than just her domain. Mind suggests bitterly, the hard, cruel life he led wearing upon the instincts that fought so hard to try and break free. Soft chuckles emit at his thoughts and a smile is allowed to crease maw. He doubted any attempts to do so made by himself would have succeeded for the maiden's first reaction would be to snub out his advances before they could pile around her. That was simply the she-devils style. Besides, there was other essa's in this world who had none to call a mate outside of this fatal. Although Cyraz rarely saw any, surely he could run into one who would allow him into her den. Too bad she would probably be of pack mind and wish for him to remain. Breaking hearts was not something he had planned to do along his path, but if such things were necessary then the knight had no issue breaking from his original mold. Attention returned to the sky then, all brilliant colors having faded almost entirely till the blackness dominated now. Quick sigh was allowed to escape before strides started up again, carrying him past the border of the district which the one named Valkrie claimed. When the baron had made it about two miles out, that was when something within him changed, willing all progress to stop. Frown formed upon features, muscles reacting to the situation by bending to the will and bringing steps to an end. What is this madness? Confused vocals whispered aloud, addressing himself as gaze swept down towards limbs in puzzlement. That fea....There is something I feel as if I should do, but what is it? Wait, no. This makes no sense. I cannot remain here. I am a wanderer. A loner! Two halves of a whole battled each other within a very muddled cranium, both ordering muscles to carry figure in an opposite direction.
Valkyrie___xx;Silvery canvass slid over muscles as they worked in the labyrinth of her physique, causing her transporters to smoothly move over the terrain that she named her own. The appearance of the lad caused mass confusion within her own mind, which lit a candle of both white rage, and blue confusion. Trains of thoughts clanked on the tracks of her mind such as: 'why did he leave in such a rush?' or 'I cannot believe that he was such a jerk!' Longing for his company and refusing to admit it was the key in this relations of the mind, not even a grade A psychologist would dare enter the twists and turns of maze in her memory. As Valkyrie trudged through the wooded terrain she continued the battle of her mind until her body was both physically and mentally worn out. She opened her emerald-blade optics and swung her mighty cranium left, then right, in looking for where her body had transported her among her lands. She recognized the place, the clearing where the hare had died, but did he feast on the fuzzy animal, or leave it for her to eat? Letting her nostrils do the work, she scented out the furry rabbit and felt his scent seethe through the minuscule hairs of the hare. Valkyrie buried her ebon, wet, nose into the soft, alabaster pelt of the lera and drowned in the lad's, Cyrazz, stench. "This is madness." Valkyries voice was muffled in the carcass of a dead, innocent, lera. 'No, this. is. sparta.' Her apathetic, sadistic, and rather sarcastic mind echoed back to her inside her own cranium. Optic's rolled inside holders and Valkyrie opened her mouth and let her long canines slowly slide through the skin of the prey, it's life source spewed through the punctures and into the blood-lusting mouth of a beast. Her gums were pressed against by the rather unsavory pelt of the rabbit, and the thin meat was slowly making it's scent mark on her taste buds. The lass skinned the animal with her sharper canine teeth, and bit into the raw, uncooked meat and nearly purred with delight of a small snack at dusk. The sun was pushed back by Luna's mighty star-guard, and soon the brilliant pigments of dusk were covered by a shade of navy that settled, only to be disturbed by the twinkling lights of heaven's greatest - of lupis forefathers far beyond the imagining of the mind of such a lady. Tynic was up there, too. Soon, however, Valkyrie was finished with her small meal, disproportionate to her normal feasts. The stars stood fearless and understanding with Tynic among them, sure and mighty, as Valkyrie stood mortally on earth, bound to lady Gaia in chains of a mortal soul, condemned to this life of pondering and wandering - what it would be like, and about the strange wolf-boy, Cyrazz.
Cyraz+Inner battle waged on as moments came to pass, seemingly moving at quite a slow rate to the male. The great orb of light had finally fallen behind the far off hills and the sky had turned to navy once desperate bleached orbs gazed up helplessly at the heavens. No longer did the two sides fight within him. It appeared as if both were defeated, battered, torn and tired from the enduring conflict. Both were now huddled in their own designated corners of the beast's brain, gasping for breath while not allowing their gazes to break from the others. In this way, thoughts became nonexistent, allotting some lapse of sound to the lord while he stood, still on the fence upon which half he would support in the struggle. Things could be gained in both directions. If he continued onward, the bloke would retain the right to freedom of a loner, but if he choose to turn back and stay within the essa's realms, companionship was too be offered and though he may not know why such a prospect appealed to him as it did now, his frame still considered it an acquisition. For a moment, Cyraz intended to ponder as to why the aloof lady's presence mattered this much to him, but cast it aside quickly; knowing little would come from such inspection of himself. Suddenly, figure spun upon its steel haunches and steps were retraced, a small scowl of displeasure upon features as the drake did so. Strides paused for a brief moment as he returns to the parting of the trees with gave way to the lake's clearing, sharp pools running over the lands quickly before cage twisted and pads trodded away from there, selecting another unknown trail which led in the opposite direction. Then the stench of crimson filled his nasal cavities, motions becoming slower before they finally halt and the origins of the spillage was pinpointed, a smile spreading across guise readily before limbs lifted mittens from the sod once more and chest was thrust forward into the thick brush, little care for the hide's condition being shown. Branches tangled themselves within the thickening winter coat, but soon let the hairs free as the owner moved without allowing any time for disengaging the strands from their captors. When anatomy did exit the wood, it was into the grotto which he had settled down, intent upon eating the hare he had so devilishly captured before it had been left upon the soil, haste being made after the lass. Upper lifted in distaste at the thought of himself chasing after her like some lost pup, but was soon erased as gaze swept around to find the vixen, the scent of plasma more potent now than it had been before. Rueful half grin lifted one side of kissers at the sight of her knives digging eagerly into the flesh of his kill. A few steps were taken towards her at a walk, movement stopping while pair stared down relentlessly at the mercury being. Enjoying my quarry? Vocals asked sarcastically, brow cocking in question.
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