Post by Lonestar on Jun 27, 2012 22:29:54 GMT -5
Flariz//Silence. Nothing but silence came from the world around me. This should not have been so. Even on a night where overheating forces the most lovable mates apart, there should be some creature singing its seemingly endless and aimless tune, but there was none. Then, abruptly, something in the wood in front of me landed heavily upon their feet, obviously jumping from some sort of perch and the scent of wolven grew stronger. I knew then, without a doubt, that I had indeed been noticed an that the other was now pinpointing my location. Perhaps I should be doing the same. . . Or at least finding more out about this stranger. Bent forleg slowly straightened until keratin razors met the soft sod below, muzzles lifting slightly higher into the air in an attempt to catch the wind current. The one who advances upon me was a fatal, mateless for the aroma of a male did not mingle with her's as it would if she had one. Carah had always smelt of me, her raven coat almost permanently stained by my own, but none of that mattered now and I must learn to push her memory from my mind before it served costly. A few more moments passed by without my noticing, time seeming to be suspended while I await the arrival of the approaching fea. It was a strange thing to wait on another, anxiety filling your blood as it coursed through your veins. What kind of confrontation would I be met with? As I said before, a battle of any sort would not be welcome. My tongue and fangs could be sharp, but I am in no mood to pit them against another's tonight. Just when my patience was about to flee, a flash of pearl caught my attention, figure hidden by the vegetation a second longer before the lass came into the open. I kept my facade motionless, taking in her appearance without exposing my thoughts. It was something I had grown accustomed to over the past few years and now happened almost involuntarily. Peaks jerk forward as feminine cords float across the murky space between us, the inquiry quite expected. I am Flariz. And yourself, madam? I kept my vocals formal, allowing only a slight change in expression as my brow cocked in questioning with my words. She knew my name, and I hoped she would do me the courtesy of giving me the same power. I always preferred a level playing field.
.:Snow Angel:.For a slight moment I felt guilty. The stranger was more polite with his greeting then I had been with mine. His formal words caused me to straighten up a bit to look more proper. A pleasure to meet you Flariz. My name is Snow Angel, I am the Ranee of these lands in which you are currently stepping on. Lids closed over my eyes as I ducked my head in a small nod of greeting. Now moving my eyes at level with his for it was time to begin to my interrogation, pleasant host if I may say so. If I may ask, what is requiring your presents here tonight? My voice was gentle yet stern for the scents of the male had begun to whirl around me. His very perfume brother me for he smelled of someone I had once known. Like a small worker ant hard at work, I fumbled through the mental notes in my memory until the tiny folder of knowledge had popped up. Carah! Yes, indeed the creature had smelled of that lupine. I was rather shocked, I hadn’t heard from the girl in several months, perhaps a year or two by now. It was somewhat good to smell the lady on him because it meant she was still alive and possibly well. The last time I ever did speak to her was when her new found family had brought a family member of mine to its knees. After my rampage through their home I was no longer able to step foot on their territory. After awhile their rage had cooled and I was sure I was welcomed but I would never feel right to be around them again. Nor would I allow myself to trust the girl or her new extended family. Once more I found myself simply staring at the phantom, if the reason he smelled so strongly of Carah, then would that mean they where lovers? If so, would she be lurking near by? At this thought I could feel my teeth clench slightly as I looked over his shoulder and into the forestry. All seemed bare and unloving life forms moving about. Perhaps, she did not follow him so.
Flariz//Voids watched intently as the essa gave pause before feminine vocals were offered to me in exchange for my own introduction, the other's dome inclining gently in a show of respect. The action unnerved me slightly, bringing up memories of the past as well as that the lass was a Ranee, meaning queen. Most monarchs did not make it a practice to display a sign such as this which could, and very often is, misread as resigning dominance. Luckily for this seemingly young fatal, or perhaps she was my age, I did not mistake it as so and lowered my whole forward half in a due bow. She was the ruler and I merely a passerby. It only seemed correct for me to extend this symbol, especially considering I wished for her to know I ment no harm what so ever to her homeland or its inhabitants. Stature straightened again and I could not help but notice how my chin rested comfortably at the level of the maiden's crown. Frown creased features for a spilt second, not nearly long enough for my companion to notice the expression. Surely I was not all that tall. Never had I thought myself as tall, but then again, what could I compare myself to? Looking at it that way, isn't height just a matter of opinion? One might think myself tall while another would think me short. Shortly I was pulled out of limbo by the lass' words, a light expectant smile letting her know the interrogation would not be held against her. It was simply one of the many precautions a leader had to take when around a stranger and I certainly wouldn't with hold information, unless I viewed it as unnecessary for the lass to know. "I simply walk upon your lands. No engagement requires me to do so." It was a true enough statement. All I had been doing was passing through by way of this terrain. Where was I going? Not even I knew the answer to this. That was the point of wandering aimlessly; there was no end in sight. It allowed one to view the earth with no withstanding deadlines or apprehensive feelings. Emerald orbs watched as the one known now as Snow Angel tightened visibly, oculars simply staring blankly at me for a long moment, causing myself to shift my stance a bit out of discomfort. I wish I could know what she's thinking! At least that would be better than having her stare at me as if I am some form of alien experiment. Time passes like molasses in winter, neither I nor the fatal allowing our voids to venture elsewhere, although I was sure our reasoning for doing so differed widely. Suddenly, the tension cracked as she jerked her pools from mine and gazed over my shoulder towards the wood at my rear. What is she looking for? Dome moved anxiously and vision whirled until I could see the scenery behind me, nothing within the landscape standing out as unordinary. Don't take offense madam, but what is it you are looking for? Lyrics alone spoke enough of my bamboozlement and the expression upon my guise which had turned back to the alabaster varg was hardly needed, yet I could not keep it from being exposed in the moonlight for my features were usually always animated in some way, rarely becoming hard and emotionless as stone. Some said it made it easy to read me, but I care little for hiding myself. After all, what have I to disguise?
.:Snow Angel:.For a slight moment I felt guilty. The stranger was more polite with his greeting then I had been with mine. His formal words caused me to straighten up a bit to look more proper. A pleasure to meet you Flariz. My name is Snow Angel, I am the Ranee of these lands in which you are currently stepping on. Lids closed over my eyes as I ducked my head in a small nod of greeting. Now moving my eyes at level with his for it was time to begin to my interrogation, pleasant host if I may say so. If I may ask, what is requiring your presents here tonight? My voice was gentle yet stern for the scents of the male had begun to whirl around me. His very perfume brother me for he smelled of someone I had once known. Like a small worker ant hard at work, I fumbled through the mental notes in my memory until the tiny folder of knowledge had popped up. Carah! Yes, indeed the creature had smelled of that lupine. I was rather shocked, I hadn’t heard from the girl in several months, perhaps a year or two by now. It was somewhat good to smell the lady on him because it meant she was still alive and possibly well. The last time I ever did speak to her was when her new found family had brought a family member of mine to its knees. After my rampage through their home I was no longer able to step foot on their territory. After awhile their rage had cooled and I was sure I was welcomed but I would never feel right to be around them again. Nor would I allow myself to trust the girl or her new extended family. Once more I found myself simply staring at the phantom, if the reason he smelled so strongly of Carah, then would that mean they where lovers? If so, would she be lurking near by? At this thought I could feel my teeth clench slightly as I looked over his shoulder and into the forestry. All seemed bare and unloving life forms moving about. Perhaps, she did not follow him so.
Flariz//Voids watched intently as the essa gave pause before feminine vocals were offered to me in exchange for my own introduction, the other's dome inclining gently in a show of respect. The action unnerved me slightly, bringing up memories of the past as well as that the lass was a Ranee, meaning queen. Most monarchs did not make it a practice to display a sign such as this which could, and very often is, misread as resigning dominance. Luckily for this seemingly young fatal, or perhaps she was my age, I did not mistake it as so and lowered my whole forward half in a due bow. She was the ruler and I merely a passerby. It only seemed correct for me to extend this symbol, especially considering I wished for her to know I ment no harm what so ever to her homeland or its inhabitants. Stature straightened again and I could not help but notice how my chin rested comfortably at the level of the maiden's crown. Frown creased features for a spilt second, not nearly long enough for my companion to notice the expression. Surely I was not all that tall. Never had I thought myself as tall, but then again, what could I compare myself to? Looking at it that way, isn't height just a matter of opinion? One might think myself tall while another would think me short. Shortly I was pulled out of limbo by the lass' words, a light expectant smile letting her know the interrogation would not be held against her. It was simply one of the many precautions a leader had to take when around a stranger and I certainly wouldn't with hold information, unless I viewed it as unnecessary for the lass to know. "I simply walk upon your lands. No engagement requires me to do so." It was a true enough statement. All I had been doing was passing through by way of this terrain. Where was I going? Not even I knew the answer to this. That was the point of wandering aimlessly; there was no end in sight. It allowed one to view the earth with no withstanding deadlines or apprehensive feelings. Emerald orbs watched as the one known now as Snow Angel tightened visibly, oculars simply staring blankly at me for a long moment, causing myself to shift my stance a bit out of discomfort. I wish I could know what she's thinking! At least that would be better than having her stare at me as if I am some form of alien experiment. Time passes like molasses in winter, neither I nor the fatal allowing our voids to venture elsewhere, although I was sure our reasoning for doing so differed widely. Suddenly, the tension cracked as she jerked her pools from mine and gazed over my shoulder towards the wood at my rear. What is she looking for? Dome moved anxiously and vision whirled until I could see the scenery behind me, nothing within the landscape standing out as unordinary. Don't take offense madam, but what is it you are looking for? Lyrics alone spoke enough of my bamboozlement and the expression upon my guise which had turned back to the alabaster varg was hardly needed, yet I could not keep it from being exposed in the moonlight for my features were usually always animated in some way, rarely becoming hard and emotionless as stone. Some said it made it easy to read me, but I care little for hiding myself. After all, what have I to disguise?