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Werewolf
surreality
Tweek
surreality
Tweek
surreality
Quiet. That's what it was around the area a lone she-wolf had decided to sleep her night away in the hollow of a tree. Remnants of violet fur and jasmine-like musk have stayed throughout the afternoon; the she-wolf had gone.
You can find her washing her paws at a stream - she had just killed a rabbit for a small meal, and oddly, doesn't like to be dirty.
Werewolf
Finally fall was coming in full force, and various sections of the forest were already beginning to shed their green for deep warm colors. Although there was a slight breeze, it was still remarkably warm, and the lovely climate made for good hunting. Even a singular wolf would have had few problems finding a meal in the abundant time of harvest.
Harle ate up days like these. With the wind gently passing, she couldn't help but fall into a quiet lethargy as she lay stretched out upon a small forlorn rock. Her black fur was oddly dark against the orange setting, and for once, her bright red tail managed to be in camouflage with the surroundings.
As she slipped in and out of a haphazard lethargy, a low, inky smell carefully fluttered across her nostrils. With a wayward glance towards the small grotto, she carefully angled her nose in the direction of the pungent odor. It was a fading smell, and it told her in quiet tones that the blooding had already passed. But the smell was curious; she hadn't smelled anyone around previously... With a scoff, she chalked it up to her often misshapen logic.
With a kind smile, the small female rose, her narrow body contorting carefully as she slid down the rock. A sharp pair of gold eyes glinted about in the October light, and with a soft 'wuff', she padded forward towards the direction of the foreign smell.
It lead the She to a spot at a stream, and indeed the blood had passed. But on the other side of the slowly moving waters, she watched as another She, carefully washed her paws. Pleasantly, Harlequin smiled, rather amused at such a behavior. She wasn't critical, and with a slight tilt of her head, she made her presence known (had it not been already), with a gentle 'Hello.' The black wolf's head swayed in an amusing manner, her newly fledging winter coat making her face appear silly and soft.
Harle ate up days like these. With the wind gently passing, she couldn't help but fall into a quiet lethargy as she lay stretched out upon a small forlorn rock. Her black fur was oddly dark against the orange setting, and for once, her bright red tail managed to be in camouflage with the surroundings.
As she slipped in and out of a haphazard lethargy, a low, inky smell carefully fluttered across her nostrils. With a wayward glance towards the small grotto, she carefully angled her nose in the direction of the pungent odor. It was a fading smell, and it told her in quiet tones that the blooding had already passed. But the smell was curious; she hadn't smelled anyone around previously... With a scoff, she chalked it up to her often misshapen logic.
With a kind smile, the small female rose, her narrow body contorting carefully as she slid down the rock. A sharp pair of gold eyes glinted about in the October light, and with a soft 'wuff', she padded forward towards the direction of the foreign smell.
It lead the She to a spot at a stream, and indeed the blood had passed. But on the other side of the slowly moving waters, she watched as another She, carefully washed her paws. Pleasantly, Harlequin smiled, rather amused at such a behavior. She wasn't critical, and with a slight tilt of her head, she made her presence known (had it not been already), with a gentle 'Hello.' The black wolf's head swayed in an amusing manner, her newly fledging winter coat making her face appear silly and soft.
surreality
She dips her paw into the stream, letting the current soak in waves of cool relief before shaking the bloody substance off. Clouds of red gather around her paw before clearing away � as though the water was never tempered with.
Days like these makes her wish winter wasn�t coming around the corner to cover everything in white and freezing gloom � nothing ever feels alive in those months.
Shrugging back a chill, she takes her paw out of the stream and proceeds to smooth down the front of her neck, cleaning away more remnants of her previous kill away. So into this procedure, she doesn�t even notice the other wolf until she calls out in greeting.
Lifting her gaze, she studies Harlequin with deep seafoam eyes.
Another female, she thinks to herself. She hasn�t run into many of her own gender, just like the last one had told her.
Come to think of it, she hasn�t run into many at all.
Pleased with what seems like could be pleasant company in her very near future, she raises her head and smiles softly. �Allo there. Would you like to join me here?�
That strange bright accent breaking the trickling sound.
Days like these makes her wish winter wasn�t coming around the corner to cover everything in white and freezing gloom � nothing ever feels alive in those months.
Shrugging back a chill, she takes her paw out of the stream and proceeds to smooth down the front of her neck, cleaning away more remnants of her previous kill away. So into this procedure, she doesn�t even notice the other wolf until she calls out in greeting.
Lifting her gaze, she studies Harlequin with deep seafoam eyes.
Another female, she thinks to herself. She hasn�t run into many of her own gender, just like the last one had told her.
Come to think of it, she hasn�t run into many at all.
Pleased with what seems like could be pleasant company in her very near future, she raises her head and smiles softly. �Allo there. Would you like to join me here?�
That strange bright accent breaking the trickling sound.
Tweek
(( *tosses 'im in!* ))
Autumn was indeed rolling in, and in it's wake came travelers, the last waves of wolves that might hope to make the journey to Shaoilin woods before the heavy snows. One of these wolves was Leigh. He blew in like a storm cloud, indeed that seemed his nature. His brow furrowed like a thunderhead and in the dying light, his mane seemed to spark here and there like tiny bolts of lightning. The male had a deep gray pelt with cloudy silver eyes masked in twin swaths of black that gave his face an oddly sculpted look. His legs, long and strong, were cloaked in black up to his elbows, as though he had waded through some great muck and permanently stained himself, and perhaps, in some ways, he had.
One thing was for sure, Leigh had come to these woods with a purpose. But even stormclouds get blown off course. There were female scents on the air, and though Leigh was not especially a friendly wolf by nature, after a long journey, he craved company. His thick plumed foxtail flipping behind him to the beat of his trot, he altered his course towards the others.
Autumn was indeed rolling in, and in it's wake came travelers, the last waves of wolves that might hope to make the journey to Shaoilin woods before the heavy snows. One of these wolves was Leigh. He blew in like a storm cloud, indeed that seemed his nature. His brow furrowed like a thunderhead and in the dying light, his mane seemed to spark here and there like tiny bolts of lightning. The male had a deep gray pelt with cloudy silver eyes masked in twin swaths of black that gave his face an oddly sculpted look. His legs, long and strong, were cloaked in black up to his elbows, as though he had waded through some great muck and permanently stained himself, and perhaps, in some ways, he had.
One thing was for sure, Leigh had come to these woods with a purpose. But even stormclouds get blown off course. There were female scents on the air, and though Leigh was not especially a friendly wolf by nature, after a long journey, he craved company. His thick plumed foxtail flipping behind him to the beat of his trot, he altered his course towards the others.
Werewolf
The black female's expression changed, her angular features shifting carefully as she glanced at the pale purple wolf that was now sinking below the water. Harle was pleased with the other She's welcoming. She didn't like dodgy meetings, and others who were open with themselves were generally her preferred company. With a silly swagger and a tail wag, the lean black wolf bobbed across the show, sinking in just the end of one of her red toes into the cool waters.
"Good evening!" She called. Her voice was pleasant sounding enough, with just a faint pull of a strange accent. She grinned, her brightly colored ears shifting in a jovial manner. Inwardly, the quiet gears in her mind carefully turned, as she pondered quietly to herself a bizarre array of things. She was a brilliant multi-tasker, even if it did give her the air of being aloof. With a grin, she stepped fully into the water, letting it sink just to her withers before sitting down. Carefully she snorted, taking one moment to adjust her tangled winter fur. Some small clumps of summer coat were beginning to pull loose, and she hoped she didn't appear to have mange.
With a polite chuckle, Harle swiveled her ears once more to regard the wolf before her. "Roll in something unpleasant?" The female questioned as the icy water bobbed against her narrow frame. She was a bit frank, but her eyes didn't show much harm from her comment. Besides, the blood was almost fully off the purple creature- Harle doubted she'd take offense. Or at least, that was the plan.
Before the other female could finish, the black wolf carefully shook her maw as if to disregard anything she'd said previously. "Sorry love, I'm Harlequin." She added, nodding to emphasize it. She hadn't seen this wolf before, and it was rather nice to see an unfamiliar face once in a while.
As she waited for a response, the end of her red ear twitched slightly, angling towards the back of her skull. Someone else was slipping across the woods, although she could yet hear foot-fall. She cocked the corner of her brow, and carefully rose and strolled from the water. With a shake, she brought the small watery drops to a spray, and sat, cautiously regarding any sounds that echoed in the distance. Perhaps this wolf was not alone. She glanced carefully back at the purple female, to check quietly if she made and cues as to an approaching friend.
'Hrm...' Questioned her mind quietly, already spinning with a thousand different ideas.
"Good evening!" She called. Her voice was pleasant sounding enough, with just a faint pull of a strange accent. She grinned, her brightly colored ears shifting in a jovial manner. Inwardly, the quiet gears in her mind carefully turned, as she pondered quietly to herself a bizarre array of things. She was a brilliant multi-tasker, even if it did give her the air of being aloof. With a grin, she stepped fully into the water, letting it sink just to her withers before sitting down. Carefully she snorted, taking one moment to adjust her tangled winter fur. Some small clumps of summer coat were beginning to pull loose, and she hoped she didn't appear to have mange.
With a polite chuckle, Harle swiveled her ears once more to regard the wolf before her. "Roll in something unpleasant?" The female questioned as the icy water bobbed against her narrow frame. She was a bit frank, but her eyes didn't show much harm from her comment. Besides, the blood was almost fully off the purple creature- Harle doubted she'd take offense. Or at least, that was the plan.
Before the other female could finish, the black wolf carefully shook her maw as if to disregard anything she'd said previously. "Sorry love, I'm Harlequin." She added, nodding to emphasize it. She hadn't seen this wolf before, and it was rather nice to see an unfamiliar face once in a while.
As she waited for a response, the end of her red ear twitched slightly, angling towards the back of her skull. Someone else was slipping across the woods, although she could yet hear foot-fall. She cocked the corner of her brow, and carefully rose and strolled from the water. With a shake, she brought the small watery drops to a spray, and sat, cautiously regarding any sounds that echoed in the distance. Perhaps this wolf was not alone. She glanced carefully back at the purple female, to check quietly if she made and cues as to an approaching friend.
'Hrm...' Questioned her mind quietly, already spinning with a thousand different ideas.
Tweek
As the male made his way closer, his steps would likely become more pronounced. Many wolves tread softly, but Leigh was recalcitrant in both character and body language, and the dull thud of heavy paws was just another form of quiet protest he'd acquired in his troubled puphood. With a crackle of a few prematurely stiff leaves under paw, the male emerged on the opposite bank, just behind Harle. His gray eyes settled on the purple female with the feathered mark on her shoulder, and then the darker she-wolf spangled with red and blue. At first he didn't speak for a moment, faltering behind an impassive expression. Clever. He hadn't even considered what he was going to say to them. But then, he didn't think ahead about most things.
"Hello--ladies." There was just the slightest pause between the two words, as if he'd tacked on a chauvinistic afterthought for good measure.
"Hello--ladies." There was just the slightest pause between the two words, as if he'd tacked on a chauvinistic afterthought for good measure.
surreality
Seeing Harlequin accept her invitation set Dristi in a world of delight � how she loves company, especially by those who seem to be just as open about friendliness as she herself tends to be. Sometimes, a bit too friendly, as preceeded by normal wolf personalities tend to be.
Such a happy flower.
"I wouldn't call it unpleasant, really--it was quite tastey." She gives a toothy grin, taking in the small joke without any harms way. "I'm going to miss eating rabbit -- but that's about it. Cleaning it off tends to be a different matter..the smell tends to get rather stale after a while. Sticky. Most--unpleasant. Flicking an ear forward, she files the name in safe sorage -- she won't be forgetting this one.
"I am..." But before she could finish her introduction, she catches the scent just when Harle did. Not a second later she sees him - big, brown..somewhat awkward, as though he rushed into something hopeful and suddenly put himself in a situation he didn't really know how to handle. She raises a brow at his greeting. "Well, hello...sir." She playfully smirks at him - he didn't seem very threatening at all.
Such a happy flower.
"I wouldn't call it unpleasant, really--it was quite tastey." She gives a toothy grin, taking in the small joke without any harms way. "I'm going to miss eating rabbit -- but that's about it. Cleaning it off tends to be a different matter..the smell tends to get rather stale after a while. Sticky. Most--unpleasant. Flicking an ear forward, she files the name in safe sorage -- she won't be forgetting this one.
"I am..." But before she could finish her introduction, she catches the scent just when Harle did. Not a second later she sees him - big, brown..somewhat awkward, as though he rushed into something hopeful and suddenly put himself in a situation he didn't really know how to handle. She raises a brow at his greeting. "Well, hello...sir." She playfully smirks at him - he didn't seem very threatening at all.
Werewolf
"It appears so." Harle spoke slowly, her eyes fixed upon the opening gap of trees. It seemed like the other female did not in fact know this stranger to the woods. She had wished that she could have caught the female's name however, but the brief lapse in introductions had been caught short by a rather noisy arrival.
Harle flinched, hearing the leaves crackle from underneath the approaching wolf's feet. It sounded more like a bear; but even a bear had more tact to watch how it stepped. It told Harle quickly that the creature approaching had no fear of them, and in the wolf world, that translated to a very dominant wolf. Being a pack wolf by birth, she felt rather atone to the particulars of wolven social courtesy, and this definitely flanked up a warning flag. It made her twitch, and she had to suppress the urge to flank her tail upward and flash the end of it's red tail- but she with-held, because all things considering, Harlequin was not a threatening wolf.
And then the wolf, now judged to be a male, came into view. He stopped, as if he was surprised to see them, and suddenly kept himself quiet for a few brief moments before greeting them in a careful manner. Harlequin's ears twitched slightly, but it was all but that which let on that she was deftly thinking on the situation. She caught the mildly chauvinistic remark- but with only a smile on her face it was questionable whether she had caught it at all. Not missing a cue, Harle stood, angled her body to the side to get a better view at the male, and added her own greeting; "Hello there." Her voice spoke, a bit more sly then she had greeted the other female.
Despite her slight edge on the situation, she found herself distracted by the almost sparkling coat. It wasn't actually sparkling- but it appeared to be so in the orange light. Inwardly she couldn't help but banter a remark to herself- it didn't seem fair if men got to be more attractive then women sometimes! But her smile didn't drop, and gently, she bobbed the end of her tail in friendly manner. Her suspicious mode presently forgotten, she continued-
"You're a strange sort." She spoke, keeping with her typical manner of a quick tongue. "I'm Harlequin; And this is my friend-" Damn. She'd forgotten that she didn't know her name! "This is my friend." She grinned, as if that had been all she'd meant to say. Best to look together, then apart.
Harle flinched, hearing the leaves crackle from underneath the approaching wolf's feet. It sounded more like a bear; but even a bear had more tact to watch how it stepped. It told Harle quickly that the creature approaching had no fear of them, and in the wolf world, that translated to a very dominant wolf. Being a pack wolf by birth, she felt rather atone to the particulars of wolven social courtesy, and this definitely flanked up a warning flag. It made her twitch, and she had to suppress the urge to flank her tail upward and flash the end of it's red tail- but she with-held, because all things considering, Harlequin was not a threatening wolf.
And then the wolf, now judged to be a male, came into view. He stopped, as if he was surprised to see them, and suddenly kept himself quiet for a few brief moments before greeting them in a careful manner. Harlequin's ears twitched slightly, but it was all but that which let on that she was deftly thinking on the situation. She caught the mildly chauvinistic remark- but with only a smile on her face it was questionable whether she had caught it at all. Not missing a cue, Harle stood, angled her body to the side to get a better view at the male, and added her own greeting; "Hello there." Her voice spoke, a bit more sly then she had greeted the other female.
Despite her slight edge on the situation, she found herself distracted by the almost sparkling coat. It wasn't actually sparkling- but it appeared to be so in the orange light. Inwardly she couldn't help but banter a remark to herself- it didn't seem fair if men got to be more attractive then women sometimes! But her smile didn't drop, and gently, she bobbed the end of her tail in friendly manner. Her suspicious mode presently forgotten, she continued-
"You're a strange sort." She spoke, keeping with her typical manner of a quick tongue. "I'm Harlequin; And this is my friend-" Damn. She'd forgotten that she didn't know her name! "This is my friend." She grinned, as if that had been all she'd meant to say. Best to look together, then apart.
Tweek
Leigh focused on the purple female with the flirtatious nature. Perfect. This was the kind of interaction he'd missed on his travels. "Have a little too much fun playing with your food?" Black lips curled in a dry smile, as he commented on the shreds of conversation that had floated to his ears when approaching.
His black tipped ears twitched forward towards Harle, noting her fur was damp as well. "And what's your excuse?" He mumbled almost inaudibly as she regaled him, His ears tilting forward as his brow raised in a seethrough 'pleasant' expression that ended up looking a little more like leer. He pretended he didn't hear the 'strange sort' comment, but quietly noted that Harle might be a little harder to crack.
"Pleasure to meet you Harlequin." He said through his teeth, an insipid smile on his maw. His eyes turned back to Dristi, looking her up and down impolitely. "And company." His voice was rusty, and a little harsh on the ears, but every now and then it was clear for a moment. A little taste of it's true quality.
His black tipped ears twitched forward towards Harle, noting her fur was damp as well. "And what's your excuse?" He mumbled almost inaudibly as she regaled him, His ears tilting forward as his brow raised in a seethrough 'pleasant' expression that ended up looking a little more like leer. He pretended he didn't hear the 'strange sort' comment, but quietly noted that Harle might be a little harder to crack.
"Pleasure to meet you Harlequin." He said through his teeth, an insipid smile on his maw. His eyes turned back to Dristi, looking her up and down impolitely. "And company." His voice was rusty, and a little harsh on the ears, but every now and then it was clear for a moment. A little taste of it's true quality.
surreality
"How can you have too much fun with food? Unless...you do more than what is required. At which point, I won't dare say or agree to it." She gives a rather tut-tut click with her tongue, suddenly getting up from the water and giving a bold look at the male - how rash of him to even imply foul-play on her part.
But it's amusing, non-the-less.
She walks nearer to Harle, to provide more of a togetherness against the powers of cocky male gender. Catching him giving her the up-down, she flicks her ears back and raises her head a little more - she isn't going to become someone's one second pin-up. "Dristi, if you please. I prefer Dristi."
A little more tart than intended, she sits down next to her Harle - ever so pleased to be called a friend. However, she keeps her posture held upright.
But it's amusing, non-the-less.
She walks nearer to Harle, to provide more of a togetherness against the powers of cocky male gender. Catching him giving her the up-down, she flicks her ears back and raises her head a little more - she isn't going to become someone's one second pin-up. "Dristi, if you please. I prefer Dristi."
A little more tart than intended, she sits down next to her Harle - ever so pleased to be called a friend. However, she keeps her posture held upright.
Werewolf
'Hrm...' Harle thought, continuing to carefully twist about in her own thoughts. This would take some deciphering. But she loved these sorts of puzzles. She hoped this wolf knew he was playing with an expert-!
"My excuse?" She swayed, standing up and lightly jostling the end of her tail. It made a couple of droplets of water sprinkle downward, making the tiny sand beach darker. "Oh, I have a lot of excuses." She spoke, her ears pivoting upwards. She noticed the male's eyes regarding the purple female in a rather indecent manner. She didn't like the leer. But she did not see any wrong intentions- at the moment.
She decided not to fill the pale wolf in with what exactly her excuse was, it wasn't in her nature to facilitate information which she didn't believe he really needed, or cared, to know. The she wolf named Dritsi pulled up beside her, and she was pleased to see the female had caught her drift. She'd like this wolf yet! As long as there was tact between the both of them, she doubted they'd have much problems with this newcomer.
She shifted, leaning forward in an angled 'c' shape. She kept her gold eyes focused on the male and on the forest surroundings, still keeping touch with the vague sounds of other animals going about their daily lives. "And you?" She spoke with a smile, her head tilting to the side. She wondered if he'd proffer a name. It'd be good to identify him in her mind with a label. She liked to keep track of faces.
Harle noticed his voice was a tad rough, although it didn't phase her much. Kirra had a horrible voice, and she'd spent a lot of her younger years bickering with the older wolf. She didn't even need a phony smile to cover up any disdain for it- it simply didn't fit into her equation of thought. "I'm afraid I've never seen you around these parts before."
"My excuse?" She swayed, standing up and lightly jostling the end of her tail. It made a couple of droplets of water sprinkle downward, making the tiny sand beach darker. "Oh, I have a lot of excuses." She spoke, her ears pivoting upwards. She noticed the male's eyes regarding the purple female in a rather indecent manner. She didn't like the leer. But she did not see any wrong intentions- at the moment.
She decided not to fill the pale wolf in with what exactly her excuse was, it wasn't in her nature to facilitate information which she didn't believe he really needed, or cared, to know. The she wolf named Dritsi pulled up beside her, and she was pleased to see the female had caught her drift. She'd like this wolf yet! As long as there was tact between the both of them, she doubted they'd have much problems with this newcomer.
She shifted, leaning forward in an angled 'c' shape. She kept her gold eyes focused on the male and on the forest surroundings, still keeping touch with the vague sounds of other animals going about their daily lives. "And you?" She spoke with a smile, her head tilting to the side. She wondered if he'd proffer a name. It'd be good to identify him in her mind with a label. She liked to keep track of faces.
Harle noticed his voice was a tad rough, although it didn't phase her much. Kirra had a horrible voice, and she'd spent a lot of her younger years bickering with the older wolf. She didn't even need a phony smile to cover up any disdain for it- it simply didn't fit into her equation of thought. "I'm afraid I've never seen you around these parts before."
Tweek
Females. You had to love them. They never ceased to amuse. Leigh had been lucky to run into two particularly fiery spirits. He was surprised, and his features couldn't completely hide it. They had seemed quite docile at first, talking gently to eachother, but my, they riled up nicely.
Leigh showed his teeth in a grin at the gypsy-female's comment on food, with a soft bark of amusement, a quick 'heh' sound. "Dristi, then. Charmed, madam." He said after she introduced herself properly. He let his gaze linger a moment longer, then flicked his eyes to Harle, who had tilted her body forward in a stance that meant business.
"Me?" He echoed her challenging tone, and suddenly his visage lost it's stilted merriment, blowing over with darker shadows. It was disconcerting, the sudden change, and it appeared even more so when it quickly morphed back to it's previous state. "Oh, I'm looking for a friend. You could say I have a score to settle, but I wouldn't want to trouble you girls with the details." The fox colored male's white tipped tail arched slightly in a bend.
Leigh showed his teeth in a grin at the gypsy-female's comment on food, with a soft bark of amusement, a quick 'heh' sound. "Dristi, then. Charmed, madam." He said after she introduced herself properly. He let his gaze linger a moment longer, then flicked his eyes to Harle, who had tilted her body forward in a stance that meant business.
"Me?" He echoed her challenging tone, and suddenly his visage lost it's stilted merriment, blowing over with darker shadows. It was disconcerting, the sudden change, and it appeared even more so when it quickly morphed back to it's previous state. "Oh, I'm looking for a friend. You could say I have a score to settle, but I wouldn't want to trouble you girls with the details." The fox colored male's white tipped tail arched slightly in a bend.
Werewolf
(( Okies :3~ >3 Tweek and I shall behave. ))
Peculiar, perhaps this explained the male's unusual behavior. A man with a score to settle was to be taken cautiously. Not because he posed any danger to themselves, but generally they were rather desperate, and occasionally rather compulsive. She kept an eye on his movements, seating herself down with a careful thump and quiet angle of her head. "I see then." She spoke, her eyes glinting. She couldn't help but want to know what this 'score' was. She was a meticulous secret keeper, but she never liked to be at loss for current knowledge. She attempted to compile of mental list of wolves she knew that had come from elsewhere- but she found herself overwhelmed by how many there were. Wasn't anyone born in the woods nowadays?
"Well a score is certainly something that begs to be settled." The Harlequin added, her faintly sly tone dropped momentarily just to see what effect it had. She smiled, and rather genuinely for she was ultimately an optimist, she added; "But I'm afraid you've entered a rather large portion of woods. You'll probably have quite a way to go to find your...friend." She spoke, careful to regard her own knowledge of the Telkian forest. She had itchy feet, and it was good that her constant traveling made her somewhat coherent in the ways of travel. In at least this, she was sympathetic. It could get lonely moving alone. And she wasn't even a lone wolf.
She took another careful look at him, deciding that she would not avoid her glance- he *had* just given Dritsi the look over. She felt she was entitled to it as well, all things considered. He was rather big to just be a lone. Too good looking too. Or maybe he was just very well adjusted. Her ears flicked. 'No.' She thought, going with her original idea. 'This wolf has some pack in him. Too well spoken.' It was possible that she was wrong, and as she considered it, she hardly set her ideas down in stone. But she was quickly gathering small snips of information, and compiling up on this wolf- whom still had not revealed his name. Interesting indeed.
After dropping her slight hitch in her voice, she stretched, and settled herself in a more of a leisurely sit, her ears bobbing as if she hadn't a thought in her head.
Peculiar, perhaps this explained the male's unusual behavior. A man with a score to settle was to be taken cautiously. Not because he posed any danger to themselves, but generally they were rather desperate, and occasionally rather compulsive. She kept an eye on his movements, seating herself down with a careful thump and quiet angle of her head. "I see then." She spoke, her eyes glinting. She couldn't help but want to know what this 'score' was. She was a meticulous secret keeper, but she never liked to be at loss for current knowledge. She attempted to compile of mental list of wolves she knew that had come from elsewhere- but she found herself overwhelmed by how many there were. Wasn't anyone born in the woods nowadays?
"Well a score is certainly something that begs to be settled." The Harlequin added, her faintly sly tone dropped momentarily just to see what effect it had. She smiled, and rather genuinely for she was ultimately an optimist, she added; "But I'm afraid you've entered a rather large portion of woods. You'll probably have quite a way to go to find your...friend." She spoke, careful to regard her own knowledge of the Telkian forest. She had itchy feet, and it was good that her constant traveling made her somewhat coherent in the ways of travel. In at least this, she was sympathetic. It could get lonely moving alone. And she wasn't even a lone wolf.
She took another careful look at him, deciding that she would not avoid her glance- he *had* just given Dritsi the look over. She felt she was entitled to it as well, all things considered. He was rather big to just be a lone. Too good looking too. Or maybe he was just very well adjusted. Her ears flicked. 'No.' She thought, going with her original idea. 'This wolf has some pack in him. Too well spoken.' It was possible that she was wrong, and as she considered it, she hardly set her ideas down in stone. But she was quickly gathering small snips of information, and compiling up on this wolf- whom still had not revealed his name. Interesting indeed.
After dropping her slight hitch in her voice, she stretched, and settled herself in a more of a leisurely sit, her ears bobbing as if she hadn't a thought in her head.
surreality
[ We should definitely continue this in..guild? I have no idea how that works. X3; *such a newb* Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and post my reply here...]
"I'm sure you are, sir. And I hope I’m not too bold to ask, what is your name?" Odd. She hasn’t ever felt the need to become sly-spoken until this very moment – usually, she’s fine just being calm, albeit a bit airy when it came to all around chatter. Something about the way he looked at her might have triggered it; nobody’s ever given her the rundown gaze, not even in all her travels.
She sits stiffly, confidently, not daring to move her position. She will not show weakness to one being so daring to strangers, even if it meant possible danger.
But then, for a flicker, he changed. This sudden expression, this sudden darkness overwhelmed Dristi inside like crashing thunder. How can anyone hold such bitterness? A deep sorrow and pity seem to boil and reach towards him, a one searching for means of revenge.
And here she was, searching all her might for a possible comfort and inner peace to settle down and drink from.
Her brows knit together as her thoughts swirl around in the back of her mind. What score would make someone reek of negativity?
She relaxes with Harle, grateful for her company and positive vibrancy.
"I'm sure you are, sir. And I hope I’m not too bold to ask, what is your name?" Odd. She hasn’t ever felt the need to become sly-spoken until this very moment – usually, she’s fine just being calm, albeit a bit airy when it came to all around chatter. Something about the way he looked at her might have triggered it; nobody’s ever given her the rundown gaze, not even in all her travels.
She sits stiffly, confidently, not daring to move her position. She will not show weakness to one being so daring to strangers, even if it meant possible danger.
But then, for a flicker, he changed. This sudden expression, this sudden darkness overwhelmed Dristi inside like crashing thunder. How can anyone hold such bitterness? A deep sorrow and pity seem to boil and reach towards him, a one searching for means of revenge.
And here she was, searching all her might for a possible comfort and inner peace to settle down and drink from.
Her brows knit together as her thoughts swirl around in the back of her mind. What score would make someone reek of negativity?
She relaxes with Harle, grateful for her company and positive vibrancy.
Tweek
"Leigh." He said simply, in response to the purple wolf's inquiry. His tone was curt, but underlined with a hint of a playful nature. "The name's Leigh. I'm from the west lands. I doubt you've been. I would have noticed a wolf of your... stature" He trailed off with a smirk.
At the black female's first comment, Leigh gave her a sidelong glance, letting his eyes linger. And then--there it was. That knavish onceover, a visible sizing up process. His silver gaze wandered from the tips of Harle's colorful toes to her bright ears, and everything in between. Nice. Not bad. Not bad at all.
The male shifted his weight, focusing on her next rebuttal. "Perhaps so. All I have is a name. I haven't an inkling where this dear friend of mine might be. That's why I'm here. I was told these lands are free. I'm looking for... leads..." The way the male let his ending hang it almost changed the meaning of the word.
At the black female's first comment, Leigh gave her a sidelong glance, letting his eyes linger. And then--there it was. That knavish onceover, a visible sizing up process. His silver gaze wandered from the tips of Harle's colorful toes to her bright ears, and everything in between. Nice. Not bad. Not bad at all.
The male shifted his weight, focusing on her next rebuttal. "Perhaps so. All I have is a name. I haven't an inkling where this dear friend of mine might be. That's why I'm here. I was told these lands are free. I'm looking for... leads..." The way the male let his ending hang it almost changed the meaning of the word.
