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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:11 am
rp over aim
What she saw was a world of colors, pinks, white, blues, yellows all sparkling out and beckoning her. There was distinct birdsong in the air, the song was shining and somewhere nearby she heard the chitter chatter of squirrels. Adriana was not used to such things. Her world had been bleak for so long, she'd spent all of it wondering it seemed like. But then she had stumbled upon this place, and when she had, she was simply mesmorized by it.
The black and cream beta of his family lands moved through the tall grasses with ease. His large, lithe body slid along on well trained legs. This was his home, his hunting grounds. He had known about it since forever, and had always been the non-fish bread winner of the family. He always thought it amusing that his mother and sisters were so keen on catching fish in the river. The gamier meats were the real prize in his eyes, and so he often disappeared into these meadows to find himself a little supplement. Slinking along in the colors, he would have stood out if not for the rich colors of the earth, dark with spring nutrients. He halted, detecting movement. His ears swivelled, trying to come to terms with the wherabouts of this creature. It sounded large. Soon his eyes befell another wolf in the grass, without a protected crouch to her stance. He straightened up, but not completely, and watched her for a moment. How peculiar.
Adriana had long since stopped caring about what others thought of her, or if there was to be a threat or not. If she was to die,then that was because fate wanted her so. There was no way of getting out of it. She of course would fight to the death, but it was an envitable thing. So the fact that the clanking of the jewlrey around her forleg sent out a cry to all that she was there did not bother her in the least. She was fast,she could run, she was strong,she could fight back. But she didn't and wouldn't fear death. So when her nostrils caught the whiff of another nearby, she stiffened. But she certainly wasn't afraid.
He observed her for a moment or two. Her pelt was something like his in it's lack of color, and she wore a rather loud bracelet of some sort. He could hear the skittering of animals in the grass as she was sending up a red flag to them all. His ears pressed back for a moment, annoyed that his lunches were running away. He stood taller, taking a few trotting steps toward her. He was not threatening, nor angry. He called out to her in a friendly, warm tone. "Hello! You are scaring away my lunch!"
She raised her head up, grey eyes narrowing before she realized the voice was of a unthreatening nature. She let a small shrug grace her shoulders, before she stopped walking and looked over at him fully. "Yes, I seem to do that quite often. " She raised her paw up, letting the metal show which did nothing more then glint in the warm sunlight. "If you can take it off, I'd gladly stop." She was amused by this, she'd spent many moons trying to get the damn thing off. It would be forever stuck in its place.
He bridged the gap between their figures in a few careless strides. He was impressed by her strange nature. He'd met stranger, he supposed. Ran was definitely not normal, and several others fell in a range from sane to pure insanity. He'd never met one quite like this, however. "I would try, with pleasure, to remove it." He said. He hoped she wasn't thrown off by his odd appearance. He had never thought himself to be handsome with his long, thick fur, large body, and off-red eyes. He inspected the metal band carefully, searching for some sort of weak point he might be able to penetrate.
There wasn't much that threw Adriana off. Her own former mate, if you could even call that forceful brute a mate, was a large fat wolf with the pelt like a deer's a**. Noteworthy in the ugly sense, so compared to that monster even the ugliest wolves looked like choice cutlets. She stepped closer as he did on instinct and continued to hold her paw out, displaying a semblance of balance. "You won't be able to," she mused, looking down at it then up to him. "No one has ever been able to."
He searched the entire trinket, finding various scratches and indents from previous attempts to free her leg from it's noose. He pried at it for a moment with a canine, trying to work a soft spot into it. Generally, he knew metal to be soft if hit in the correct place with the correct force. However, he also knew his canines would be useless. Glancing up at her with curious orange-red eyes, he slipped it farther into his mouth, so that it looked as if he might bite her paw. Using his powerful back teeth, he tried at cracking the metal.
A long sigh escaped her maw. He wouldn't be able to do it, no one ever could. She'd tried, others have tried, and the results had all been the same. She shifted her weight slightly when his jaw moved further over her paw. If he did bite down she wasn't sure what she'd do. Attack back of course, but shock might just ground her. Then a different kind of shock over took her. There was a loud crunch sound and suddenly her paw felt.....lighter.
He lifted his head away, dropping the now crunched metal loop to the ground. He sniffed it momentarily, making a scent memory of this female in his nasal passages before his eyes lifted, followed in a fluid motion by his head. "There you are, good as new." he said, a warm smile spreading as his tail rose into a wag.
Adriana's grey eyes had widened to their fullest, her jaw had gone slack and for the life of her she just could not move save for the small movements her body made from wanting to escape the mummified state she had forced herself into. For so long that thing had bound her, had reminded her of HIM and now...oh and now.. All at once she threw herself at the other wolf, pressing her shoulder to his and letting out a loud joyous howl.
Marzi chuckled softly, wondering what old chains he had managed to free her from. Her warm figure pressed into his caused him to smile. He wasn't one to reject affection. In fact, he was quite the big teddy bear himself. Her joy was his joy, and so he tossed back his head with his own small yip of joy for her.
Finally Adriana pulled away, letting slight embarrassment take hold of her. The had been so puppyish of her and she was deeply disturbed by it. "Sorry about that," she said straightening herself to try to look like the haughty female she had been so very long ago. "It's just...that thing has been the death of me."
He let her move away just as easily as he had taken her in, his eyes still warm and dancing with excitement for her. "It's fine, I could see where it could very well be the death of you, scaring off potential meals and such." He glanced back suddenly over his shoulder, in the direction of the treeline, then back to her again. She looked to be thin to him, and her coat seemed to lack the luster of a full, well-nourishing diet. "Perhaps I could catch you a treat? My pack is in possession of a river..."
Her head cocked slightly, unsure of how to respond to that offer. But why the offer. Surely she didn't look favorable in his eyes, maybe she had been beautiful so long ago, but now she looked withered. Like a rose who was now blackened with only but a few petals left. And in a different sense she didn't look like she could do much, she still had her agility and strength, but it wasn't as good as others. She did not believe there were altruistic among them. "I wouldn't want to impose," she said quirking a brow.
He frowned slightly. He didn't want to hurt her feelings somehow by offering, but she did look like she could use a meal. "It's no problem. My family is usually out and about, anyway. The fish are fattest in the spring, and always in abundance." His smile returned as he turned his body in the direction of home, looking over his shoulder. Giving his tail a gentle wag, he watched her hopefully.
Adriana could already feel her mouth watering at the prospect. Taking in a deep convinced breath she nodded. " Okay, I'm sold, lead the way." She tried to sound like she always had, but the cool nature show glimmers of desperation in her vocals. She was so very hungry, and a tad embarrassed again as her stomach began to voice its complaints on lack of food.
One ear flicked back reluctantly, catching her stomach's churnings as he began slowly towards home. He started off at a walk, then a slow and easy trot much like the one he carried when he approached her. His tongue hung freely as he moved, and he glanced back every now and then. He didn't want to move too quickly for her to keep up, and he didn't want to necessarily lead the way, but rather find the way with her at his side. He was a gentleman, afterall.
She was thankful that he didn't run ahead like some wolves would do, hell bent on showing off. And she was equally thankful that he didn't become upset if she had to stop to get a bearing on where they for later reference or if it was just beyond her to go at a certain speed. Soon they made it and she let a small smile slip to her maw.
Once they were in the shelter of the trees, the pine-needle bedded floor touched his paws, cushioning them nicely. Ahead of them was a small stream where fish swam, and beyond that in the roots of a large tree was the den of his parents, where he had been birthed. A small sigh escaped him. "Do you know how to fish?" He asked, stopping a few yards from the river.yourprancinfilly: "I do," she said letting her grey eyes tick to the water's edge. "But that was a very long time ago, I'm afraid I might have lost my touch."
"Oh," he said with a smile. Stepping forward, he lowered his head some to get a good look at the moving silver bodies below. His whole family were excellent fishers, to spite his taste in other meats. His tail swung slowly around his hocks as he waited for the right moment. In a flash, he dashed his muzzle beneath the water, coming up sopping wet with a grin, the large fish flapping between his jaws. With a satisfying crunch, he snapped the backbone and it went limp. Turning in triumph, his tail rose again as he brought it to her, laying it at her feet. "There you are."
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:14 am
She watched him and had to admit there really wasn't another she'd rather be fishing with, which was a wierd thought considering the two had only recently met. In fact the day hadn't even run its next course into mid afternoon, and already she was drawn to the strange wolf. It was as if the sun rose on him and she really got a look at him. But there was just something about this kind and gentle wolf that put her at ease when her world had been bleak for so long.
"Are you getting something for yourself?" she asked, letting her eyes tick at the writhing fish, that was spasming until it finally stopped moving all together. She kept her eyes pinpointed on it, feeling her stomach giving another wayward lurge as she began to salivate at the mere sight of it.
She sure was hungry.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 8:16 am
He gave a gentle shake of his head, settling down onto his haunches. "I've already had a snack, and there's plenty more where that fish came from." His face alighted with a small, wolfish grin as his eyes danced with his inner amusement. The fish were always abundant here, in his homelands. He loved it here with everyone, even if he seldom saw Lia and Rorrim, let alone his parents. Everyone had their own business to attend to, and he as well.
He lowered himself, crossing his large paws one over the other as his raven-like eyes fell upon the stranger in front of him. He studied her patterns, watching her gently salivate at the thought of a meal. It was as if she was fighting to eat to spite her obvious hunger just so she could wait for him to have something at his plate as well. He respected this. It was wolf nature, and she was pushing politeness to the extreme. After a long pause, a yawn spread his jaws, and he mumbled through the remnants: "Go ahead and try it, it won't bite now."
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