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 Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 4:30 pm
Mer mind spun around and she swayed with it herself, giving her body a sort of..wavelike movement.
She did this for a few moments, and then stopped abruptly, eyes wide, body still as a deer in headlights.
Then she bolted over to another section of the area they were standing in, and sat down, looking back at him.
Amary had a tendency to believe she saw things..Whether she did or not, well that could never be proven. But she swore she saw ghosts, shadows, things crossing her gaze that should never cross ones gaze.
"Pretty females have trained you then."
She said with a nod, not really understanding what she meant, but it did make sense. He had been taught to be kind to pretty females, yet pretty females could oftentimes be the attacker, or problem.
She watched him as he looked around and surveyed the scenery, and she gave a soft smmile.
"Im very easy to find. I dont like to hide."
She said and nodded again.
But at the thought of his pack question, she stammered, and looked uncomfortable.
Her last pack had tried to kill her for what she supposedly saw..She didnt see how her temperment now would be any better for her.
She'd become accustomed to being alone.
"A pack..Packs are bad..they fight and accuse."
She looked scared.
"They hurt, and cause turmoil in their wake..No one can be hurt by themselves.A slave is born, not made."
She said with her logic, which wasnt really true, so much as her view.
But she would never ruled it out..provided she wasnt left by herself..
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:29 pm
He watched with curiousty filled eyes as the maroon female moved around. Then she spoke again and a blue ear moved back, then a single shrug came from his tornado marked shoulder.
"Yes, my mother," he stated, he wasn't afraid to admit that his mother had trained him. After all she had, in more then just the ways to handle women.
At her soft smile he nodded his head, "I can believe that."
Any hint of a smile that could have reappeared upon his maw was swept away at her discomfort. Amary's words made his ears perk. Slaves were born? What an interesting thought, something that Flare would love to hear whispered into his mind's ear.
"I didn't mean to bring up a swirl of bad memories," he quickly tried to defend himself and tried to make the air abit more comfortable again. "But not all packs are bad ones, lovely Amary," his family pack was not in this catagory of good packs, but they weren't going around and asking for tributes either.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:04 pm
So his mother had trained him, that wasnt odd..Her mother had been fierce as well, though it wasnt the fierceness of a warrior, but of a Christian saint. Her mother had seen her ramblings as a sign of the devil.. Her mother had tried to cleanse her..Only drowning the poor pup, causing only more damage than before.
Amary asnt sure how she had survived by herself..But she found herself wishingher mother had been the warrior of Muscle and not faith.
She shookher head, bad memories were not the issue..She just didnt feel that so many wolves surrounding you could ever be good.
"Wolves cause pain..Living alone is safe."
She said with a sigh.
The life of lonliness wasnt all it was cracked up to be, though she made her own characters up frequently.
"Packs arent bad, wolves in them are."
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 7:43 am
Idogbe's pupiless eyes watched her, his head tilted to one side, as he was trying to figure her out. Such a femme, so much twisted insight, and yet someone he would have to keep Tsunami and his own mother away from. Melting Tsu mind wouldn't cause him any loss of sleep, but could he do that to his mother?
Hmm...possibly if she tried to send an attack on this femme.
"You're more correct then I thought anyone could be. There are some packs made up of kind hearted wolves who just want peace. Then there are those packs that have nothing but manipulative wolves in them who seek for things they haven't earned to be given to them." Again he was refering to the Reign of Terror.
"Wolves can be bad or good, pain causeing or even a healer," his uncle caused that thought, "but don't you get lonely from time to time, darling Amary?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 6:17 pm
Truth was, the female got lonely most of the time but she had to push to keep herself occupied to push out the silence in her life.
But a pack had tried to kill her for thinking hermind was impure..Howe could she entrust her life to yet another pack..
'Because hes there.'
Came the voice in her head.
She shook her head a bit, but looked up to Idogbe with a grin.
"If you can protect the raven from the jaws of these wolves..I wouldnt mind if you were there."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:30 am
Idogbe smiled at her, the light gleaming and sparkling across his solid emerald eyes. The anticipation of her answer, though only minutes it took to wait, seemed longer. Could he really convince someone, who knew he was invading their brain, to join his mother's messed up pack?
Her answer made the smile widen, and then he switched it over to a soft laid back smirk, "Being the son of the alpha of these wolves. The raven is as good as gold my dear. He nor you shall have to worry about anything so much as thinking of harming you."
His smirk dropped and he gave a serious expression, "I'll kill anyone that even thinks it. Even be it my own mother, you have my word on it."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:54 pm
'Careful, hes trying to woo you, bring you to his lair and have his way with you.'
Came the ravens voice that echoed once more.
Her snort and a shake of her head dismissed the bad thoughts and she spoke to herself.
"He is not, or he wouldnt have offered a life.His life."
She stopped, looking back over to the male.
"The raven is having a hard time trusting you..Deeply.But I think my brain shall do the thinking this time,"
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 4:46 am
It was difficult to keep his mind from looking into hers, but from force of sheer will, or maybe the fact he wanted this femme's trust. He found a way not to pry into her twisted mind. Idogbe watched her snort and shake her head, simple actions but graceful ones in his eyes.
She spoke to herself, and he just stood there allowing such, finding it all the more fascinating. She was truly a rare blossom in the forest, but not that he would admit such thoughts to his mother, even if he was willing to kill himself in a fight with his mother and her pack to buy Amary time to escape.
When her words were directed to him, he straighted his posture and nodded his head, "The raven might have it right, although that only counts for those that are of my kin...most who are of my kin." He muttered slightly, always having pointed a paw at other packs but never really his own birth pack.
But the impassive look he had possessed with the muttering slowly drifted to a smile, "And what is it your brain tells you, my dear? Am I trustworthy? Even though we have just met."
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 4:34 pm
She looked him deep in the eyes, seeing the pupiless orbs and being cascaded into a spell like trancewithin them. They were like voidless oceans, that never ended..
Snapping back into reality, or as close to reality as the femme could ever be, she cocked her head smiling.
"My brain thinks you're smarter than the raven thinks, and that I should be careful.. But.."
She sniffed him once, twice..
"But you smell trustworthy to me."
Any common sense would tell you that you couldnt smell honesty..But who was goingto tell her that?
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 3:17 pm
He just watched her, and when the fair maroon lady had looked into his eyes. He could almost see her getting swept away into their depth, kinda funny to him since he thought his eyes were shallow, but maybe he just didn't know his own soul like someone else could find it.
At her words, his maw lifted in another smile, this femme had gotten quiet a few out of him, and all mostly genuine. "You're brain is a sharpened tool, fair one." He complimented. Although, how smart he was, that was a complete mystery to even him. Now his dangerous edge was something that linked more into where his loyalties lied.
When she stated that he smelled trustworthy, he fought back the blinks that would have insued to make sense of the statement. So instead of blinking Idogbe bowed his head.
"I'm very trustworthy when it comes to terms of loyalty, Dear Amary."
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 1:03 pm
She stood, sashaying her tail in a seductive fashion, though it seemed to almost just be the way she walked.
"Then, my Raven-King, show me this pack.. I long to hear the cry of the wolves, elsewhere.."
She said, sickening of hearing the empty cries of the lonely wolves that wandered by every night.
"Maybe happiness will fly along the sky's wings this night.."
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 4:15 pm
His eyes watched as she moved, the way her tail sashayed as she stood, and then as she came towards him. A chuckle came from a shallow, almost nervous like, part of his throat as she called him Raven-King. He was no king, just a prince, but being a king did have a slight nice ring to it.
"Ah, but m'lady, no need to call me your Raven-King, I don't know if your Raven likes the competition." He gave the soft joke before standing himself and looking back towards his mother's territory.
Although, her tid bit random riddle made his ears quirk back and the pupiless eyes turn towards her. What had she just said? He decided to ignore the last statement, and add a comment to the cry of wolves.
"There isn't always a cry of wolves in my pack's lands, Fair one. Some times there are happy callings." Like the calls of new born pups.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 5:54 pm
[Figured Id make the final post on this one, and then we could eventually start another, with Amary joining the pack]
She smiled, her tail wagging once, then twice, before waving back down.
Her eyes seemed to gleam at the riddle, and she couldnt help but feel extremely happy.
"Ah, I think the raven shall like you after all.. But hes naughty naughty."
She whispered to Idogbe, as if it was some secret for the raven not to overhear.
"Off we go.. Into this wild blue yonder."
She started chanting, before dissappearing into the treeline, not waiting for Idgobe to follow.
She knew, that wherever she sauntered, he'd follow.
And maybe eventually, she'd head the right direction of the pack..
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