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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 7:47 pm
He nodded his head silent as well. His mind was slightly cursing at his mouth for never listening- but at the same time was greatful that he had actully done it in such a way that he had captured such an attractive beauty. So all it all it continued to let the mouth wander on to enchanting fantasies about wolves ridding on horseback on the beach, and swashbuckling heros.
Again his tail seamed to wumphf louder as he seamed to make up for his lack of speach. She was so pretty and so charming! As he seamed to gaze on he fell further into her eyes as if it was a pool of water. "So enchanting..." His lips slid out without his notice. Now where his brain should have been- it seamed to be floating with the clouds that surrounded the moon. The great ashen wolf had fallen in love.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 12:42 pm
At the silence the femme shuffled her paws lightly, unsure of what to do next. She supposed that they'd ride off into the sunset? No, that wouldn't work, it was already dark out. But they would have a happily-ever-after, wouldn't they? They absolutely HAD to. After all those stories that pups were told when they were younger, they had to be based off of something, yeah?
Glancing up to the skies above Xanthe realized truly what a great night it'd been. "Must be magic..." She responded, believing that the wolf staring with such adoration at her was speaking as well on the situation, or if anything the state of the moon. She still wasn't used to the whole being adored thing yet.
She looked back towards Biyuren and her own tail couldn't help but smack the ground a bit as well, rustling the dormant leaves with her feathery plume.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:39 pm
The large males smile widened at her own glance. Oh how much did he want to move forward and caress her long beautiful neck fur. Ah but that wouldn't be polite. He had just met her after all even though they had hit it off so well together. "Yes very." He had anwsered to her responce with his own soothing voice.
His eyes seamed to roll over her once more again longing for a single touch. She was so beautiful. It was then that his paw seamed to move forward into an accidental advance. His paw with an almost trembling movement lightly brushed upon hers on the ground. With an almost gasp of horror he seamed to pull it back quickly noting his mistake- but she was just so lovely and her fur was just so soft...
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:50 pm
She smiled softly, after so long every voice sounded like foreign music to finely-tuned ears, so special and delicate. His especially. Like a rumbling purr almost, quite in contrast to his looming and strong presence. Of course, it might just be her. At the thought of that Xanthe let out a soft chuckle. At the moment, anything could be her, everything in her world had just completely shifted.
And she'd jumped in with both, well, all four feet.
Ears flicked forwards and the femme turned her head back towards Biyuren as she felt something touch her paw. He surely looked flustered enough, but, she still couldn't fathom that if he did it why. Heaving herself up, the femme shook her wheat-colored pelt. "Care for a walk, sir? We could, I dunno, learn more about each other?" She tried, feeling a bit awkward with asking.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 2:29 pm
He sat still for awhile still dumbfounded at his previous movement. Again his mind kept chanting she's so beautiful- sweep her up in your chariot and steal her away! Ah he was such a silly romantic. He then blinked a few times as if he suddenly seamed to catch the words she was speaking out of her mouth. Each word like a rythem beating in his heart.
"My lady I would love to give you the honor of a walk- any place special you ar thinking? Or-"
He stepped closer towards her thinking about his homeland. "Or might I suggest some place special?" How much did he want to she her the snowy wonderland that he had been born out of- or course he knew they couldn't get there for a long while considering the distance; but he did pass a white frosted place that looked so much similar to where he had spawned.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:41 pm
How easily he was able to do this! Even she, brought up on fairy-tales of quiet princesses who when needed be were able to bring up such wonderful suggestions in comments in only the tone a true lover would know, was tongue-tied, every line tried sounding foolish and well, just plain pitiful!
But Biyuren was a master at it, even if it was the simplest thing it sounded elegant. She envied his ability to be so linguistically gifted.
Special certainly caught her attention. "I highly doubt that anything could make this night more special than it's turning to be, sir Biyuren." She laughed, baring her teeth in a silly grin. "But that does sound quite interesting." She nodded, tail flicking back and forth at the prospect of it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:21 pm
"Well I'll only try and do my best so it is." His maw split into a smile reveiling his white pearly teeth- a true lady killer if it was. He then looked back at the femme, his purple eyes gazing into hers. "I hope you like the place I'm going to take you too. I'd like to take you to my homeland one day though. But this place will do. Although you are truely the only thing that reminds me of the true beauty of my homeland."
His tail gave a flick in the direction the two were ready to go into. Oh how he hope he liked the spot he had picked out- not that he had planned to meet a beautiful lady, but he supposed it was something the fates had picked even before he was born. Strange how love worked.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:36 pm
"If you're taking me there if anything I'll enjoy the journey, not to mention the wonderful company."
Xanthe replied, smiling towards the male before breaking the gaze bashfully. Still such flattery he instilled upon her! Surely in this homeland up north Biyuren had a mate and kin waiting for him, with his charm. Now that she thought about it, it would be definitely rude to show up to your femme with another female. Unless up north they practiced polygamy? It was a possibility, as a younger wolf she'd heard stories of packs like that, though her father referred to them as 'dens of sin'.
The wheat-furred female stole a glance at the red wolf. He certainly fit no description of being anywhere near a 'den of sin', or anything sinful in fact. Head turning towards the direction he gestured to, Xanthe started out with him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 9:15 pm
No Biyuren was not that type of wolf. He would have one mate to devote the rest of his long life to; and if she ever died then he would take it upon himself to keep up her legacy until he himself died. That or vengence on the one who would strike down his love- and by the gods would he instill all his wrath on anyone that would dare lay a paw on his wheat colored beauty. He smiled at her and turned his head glanceing back at her if not for a moment. "Ah I love a woman who loves the journy. In my country the women are strong and love adeventure. Though I wouldn't trade a single one of them for your beauty and grace."
He pranced towards her with a swish of his tail and almost seamed to guide her if on an invisable leash. "We will go towards the mountians...not as far as my homelands as they are far to reaching for a single journy- but they too are as beautiful as where I came." Again he seamed to move forward with another bounce in his step.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 9:34 pm
Even if he did end up being that kind of wolf surely they could still be friends? Albeit awkward it would be to be around a wolf like that and well, not in some way be either infatuated or in a relationship with him, but he seemed like a decent wolf. She could make it work.
Once again his words swayed her and the femme felt near swoon with glee at that, though quickly corrected herself. Was she some sort of floozy? Xanthe would never be able to forgive herself if she ended up like some love-struck pup, no matter /how/ appealing Biyuren made it seem to be.
"'My beauty and grace' are second to many, good sir. Perhaps you're thinking of someone else?"
The femme joked, though fully meant it. The smile on her maw spread as he bounced towards her, and felt a soft tug that nudged her up and made her follow him out of more than curiousity.
"Will you ever take me to see your home, Biyuren?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 8:40 pm
"If you would not mind the long journy and distance from the homeland in which you were birthed I would take you there tommorrow. Anything for my lady!" He went infront of her tucked a paw under his chest and bowed like a gentalman. "You could see the snow capped mountians that richly touch the heavens as if you could just touch the gods and all the powers the bestow onto the earth below." Again he seamed to tuck himself even lower into a bow as if his own eagarness to woo her drove his own body mad with energy.
"Would my beauty like to journy to my homelands? If she would she only need to ask and it shall be done." His tail made a flick behind him as he bowed even more gracefully; as if his nose had been sown to the earth. He then brought himself up on all fours again and smiled gracefully from ear to ear. "It's first to me..." he retorted to her laugh. "Everything you do is first to me!" He again said out stronger and more in Russian then in english. "Everything you do is first to me." He accent seamed to now dominate every word he spoke to her as if again he was having a terrible time controling his thoughts about her lovelyness and charm.
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