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Post by Talla on Sept 15, 2005 15:20:08 GMT -5
The dark brujo trotted to the river, large mitts carrying him as far as they would go without acheing. He sighed as he came to a complete stop and lapped water, gingerly. He knew someone or something would soon give way to their curiousity and approch him. He had wheel-power. He knew how to control his curiousity. His dark orbs scanned the horizon for frames of anyone.
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Post by .Ceana. on Sept 16, 2005 18:27:50 GMT -5
Slender embodiment crept among the border of the river, the occasional current sweeping up to the rimline of her hackles. Movements were silent, peltry kissed with a dark hue. Lips curved to form words but nothing escaped as sound. Blood stained cuspids were easily hidden under her shadow-kissed lips, eyes tinted with a faint maroon, the color of blood. Auductives suiveled as each mitt was lifted then replanted onto the ground. Nares flared as the fresh ting fall supported hit them, but it came with an unfamiliar scent, one given off by another wolven.
No shadows could be seen on the cresent hill before her, optics running over the border as her movements never ceased. Neck sloped down to where her maw was close to the water, tongue scooping it into her mouth. Back was arched and movements were easily connected to give her that luring look. Pelt was doused not long before she entered this land, beams of sunlight giving her a nice glossy look. Talons entered the cool fertile earth with each step, exiting as the mitt was lifted once again.
It was not long until the mysterious scent became more destinct, finally being able to tell it was one of the opposite sex. Actions did not change after her mind processed this, continuous stepping just carried her closer to him. Tassle hung low from the possibility of being force bred but crain was held in a dominant position, no matter the rank of another she would never show respect through action, just words. Lean haunches were placed against the damp soil, movements were slyphlike.[/size]
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Post by Talla on Sept 16, 2005 21:41:01 GMT -5
The dark optics of the brujo soon found the slender form of the femma. Nothing played across his face. Amuzement,slyness,sadness. Nothing. He soon turned his whole form towards the femma, but spoke nothing. He found words were sometimes inferior. All one truely needed was body lanuage to comunacate. His optics were filled with a brown fire. His temper was a bit rageing today and only his orbs showed it.
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Post by .Ceana. on Sept 17, 2005 19:26:06 GMT -5
She continued to use his silent actions. No interest was given towards the bru, blood stained hues looking into the crystalline river. You could see the small stones at the bottom until one arose the murky mud cast upon the rocks. Plume coiled around her haunches but the tip still swayed to and fro. The reflection of her emotionly scarred bodice could be seen on the waters surface, her occasional movement upsetting the water and resulted in a cascade of riples to float across the top.
Auds were held at an acute angle, able to pin back in an instant of some hint of a fight was revealed. She moved serenly, movements flowing together as stilt like pistons slid out from under her, embodiment sending a small cloud of dust into the air. Tongue ran over her nose as she laid there, waiting for the bru to say or do something before she.
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Post by Talla on Sept 17, 2005 19:32:19 GMT -5
Auds swiviled in a half moon shape, before coming back forward towards the fae. He sighed, for he would have to speak. He missed speach like one would a headache. "Ello.Thy dubbing is Ominous. You?" He spoke in a tradtional way before he spoke normaly. Many he had met spoke tradtionaly, so he thought she might be the same.
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Post by .Ceana. on Sept 17, 2005 19:42:48 GMT -5
Thy dubbing will be revealed once the time is right.
She copied his formal tone, eyes glancing over at him. He seemed like one that remained silent for the most part, causing her to wonder why she was an exception. paws pressed against the fertile ground, lifting her embodiment from the gravitational surface that covered earth. Talons swiped at the water's surface, removing her reflection from it once more, she didn't like to look at herself, something was wrong, she scared Anu away why would another bru not be the same? Hind legs built up enough pressure to bound her from one bank to the next, bodice never being engulfed by the liquid. Ribbon continued its low position, taking no chances, no matter how formal this one sounded.
((If it sounds like Talla, Kea was like this long before hand))
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Post by Talla on Sept 17, 2005 19:47:56 GMT -5
((I sorta don't see it, in yet, sorta do...I kno9w. I'm a bit weird in explaining))
in- Brow raised as auds reseaved the words from the fae. He sighed as he sat on his haunches and watched her bound over the embankment. He wonderd why she was so careful. Why she acted as if gingerly around brus. He could tell she wasn't scared or anything, just careful. He wasn't one to judge a book by it's cover, but he felt he had a faint idea of what she was like by the way she acted. He nodded to her answer. {{Well, no one wants me to know anyway}} he shrugged. Optics still held fire of dark as he watched her.
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Post by Bonz on Sept 18, 2005 11:42:51 GMT -5
Thin, though suitably muscular legs carried the fae closer to a new scent with each step. Without the slightest hint of grace, she threw herself upon a rock or two and finally made her way across the rushing river. Every so often her mitts were covered with a bit of water as the fluid washed up onto the muddy bank. Beauty she had and she used it to her advantage. Most brus saw the gorgeous feminine side of her without realizing how wrong they were. Power and strength were her strong points and she showed it quite often.
Bodice stopped at the sight of two unfamiliar wolves. Tassel twitched slightly as she crept forward. Red-tinted optics rested upon the brute, ignoring the dancing femmice. She spoke her mind whenever possible and wasn't the least bit hesitant to open her maw when meeting another wolf. "My calling is Shasta. What might yours be, darling...?" she asked, almost choking on her words of kindness.
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Post by Talla on Sept 18, 2005 12:00:12 GMT -5
Dark optics looked to the new fae. No emotaian played on his face, but a slight hint of interest. That was normal when meeting others. "Thy dubbing is Ominous" Ominous said simplely. He was a bit deep toned as words flowed from his maw. He didn't move from his sitting postion, he knew many would flee, but felt these faes wouldn't give the slightest care.
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Post by Bonz on Sept 18, 2005 12:23:24 GMT -5
Shasta padded forward, quite aware of how masculine her stride was. It was natural, something she lived with and was proud of. In the past, it got her far, for even the toughest of males obeyed her every wish. After almost a year of superior reign, she grew tired of their ridiculous ways and moved into these lands. Would things end up the same or would she have some competition?
Optics darted towards the femme as old memories swept through her mind, but soon returned back to the brute. Shasta continued forward until she was only a few inches away from the male. "What a nice name, sweety..." she replied simply as her bodice rubbed up against his, banner running over his muzzle quickly. If he tried anything smart at this point it would certainly cause a problem or two. Orbs watched his every move as she returned back to his other side.
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Post by Talla on Sept 18, 2005 12:32:26 GMT -5
Brow raised as he watched her rub agenst him. Eye's fire still there, but dieing slowly, but still there none the less. Her sent filled his nostriles and made them flare. He didn't stand, but still remained sitting. Maw spoke no words, but face held a slight smirk. {{Sweety? Who are you talking about?}} he thought as optics remained on her.
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Post by Bonz on Sept 18, 2005 18:11:50 GMT -5
Shasta sat directly beside Ominous, bodice so close that she could almost feel his. There was no purpose in anything she did, so why bother questioning her own actions. In fact, there was no true purpose in life, but to stride about in glory until the earth claimed you. Orbs scanned the brute's embodiment in silence. A thick, brown pelt protected her from the chilly breeze that blew past every so often. Plume lie motionless upon the patch of grass beneath her. Luscious scent escaped, for she did nothing to prevent it. Being forcebred was not something she feared nor asked for. "You're awfully quiet, baby..." Shasta mentioned suddenly. She figured her sweet sayings were ticking him off, but continued anyway for it was the nicest thing she'd ever be seen doing.
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Post by Talla on Sept 18, 2005 21:00:12 GMT -5
Brow still raised as he watched the femma. If she wanted speach, she would have to look somewhere else. He wasn't going to change for anyone. "I'm not that into talking. I feel I need it like a hole in the head" His voice boomed as he explained.
((My muse is gone.....XP))
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Post by .Ceana. on Sept 18, 2005 21:35:43 GMT -5
He's not quiet, you just talk too much, most faes that want something just do it, they don't waste time by talking. Speech is just another way to communicate in this world, there are others you know.
She spoke from the opposing side of the river, blood-stained hues only watched the vix with a slight intrest, most of which was her desperate attempt to get a bru. Kea could easily win one if she wanted but it was not on her list of priorities at the moment. Smirk crawled onto her scrawny maw, attention now on the bru. She liked the words he choosed, attitude lurked in his bulky bodice and that was what she was searching for. Words never went well with her, sticking with the other tactics needed to communicate when needed.
Slender haunches were implanted on the water soaked ground, weight of her bodice leaving a slight imprint in the soft earth. She said nothing more, believing deeply in his past words and this was her way of showing it. Flag began to move a bit more carelessly considering he had made no hints or reactions that lead towards the worst. Peltry shook and roused the once glossy fur to make it ruffled. Talons swiped at the surface of the river but this time had a better purpous, massive paws connected with a fish, piercing the scales some would consider protection. Hunger lurked in the pit of her stomach, making a movement to cease the soft rumbling. Incisors just deepened the wound, devouring about half the fish in one bite. The blood that coated her maw just matched that of her eyes, the smell add a nice effect in her nares, loving the smell of fresh blood in the morning.
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Post by Talla on Sept 19, 2005 4:24:45 GMT -5
A smile never crossed Ominous' maw. That was another thing. If he ever found something funny, or anything of the like, it would a be a smirk. On the off chance he did smile, it won't be a true one. So far in his life, nothing had made him happy enough. This doesn't mean he is ungraitful, he just needed something more. Auds turned towards the other far across the bank. The few words she spoke were true and he nodded slightly. His tassle twitched slightly, watching both of the faes carefuly.
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Post by Bonz on Sept 19, 2005 18:35:25 GMT -5
"Ah, I see..." Shasta replied simply as if to tease them with the shortness. A smirk rolled swiftly around her muzzle as the brute spoke. She disliked the femmice very much, yet held the feeling inside. Her father had always told her to keep friends close, and enemies closer. This could in fact be one of those instances. Having true compassion for another would only bring you down with them. Shasta shook her head slightly (and seemingly at random) to rid herself of old thoughts.
"Sweety, I have all of the time in the world before me. Speech simply takes up a moment or two..." she replied suddenly. A wise expression overcame her, though she was sure that one of them would come up with a phrase to disprove her theory.
As for the brute... he was a whole different story. She took a liking to him, not for his looks, but for his rotten attitude. Messing around with the males was something Shasta did whenever she pleased... it hardly meant anything at all. Ominous' personality clashed with hers completely, giving her all the more reason to be intrigued.
OOC: Alright, my second attempt at writing my long post which vanished into thin air... 0.o My muse lowered a bit due to that.
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Post by Talla on Sept 19, 2005 18:41:46 GMT -5
Tassle twitched slightly a few times, not meaning or showing anything at all, but deep thought. He was lost in his train of thought, basicly blocking the world out ofr a moment."Actions speak louder than words, so why speak at all?" Ominous said out of the blue. That was basicly his motto. He would make sure he stuck to that like glue. His sister might have gone off course, but he would make sure he never did.One mission in life? To be at peace with himself. Something many wouldn't consdier a challenge for him. He was always having aguments with himself, in thought. He would always come up with a plan B, as it were.
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Post by .Ceana. on Oct 1, 2005 19:10:06 GMT -5
The ebony femmice gave a faint nod, remaining on the far side of the river. She did not bother to say anything further, lips remaining together.((Soon to be finished, too lazy, don't reply yet  ))
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