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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:16 pm
 Ah, the abounding energy of adolescence! Sure, the growth spurt pains had her under the impression that some invisible insect inside her was secretly gnawing away on her very bones, but was it worth it? Yes! was her immediate thought, and Gabrielle had since then been quite a cherry little wolf about the packlands - or at least, a little more than she usually was. Slender and, for now, a little hormonal, Gabrielle was beginning to notice that she was growing attachments to the wrong sorts of wolves; that is, the slaves Adrieal and Kerai.
But really, what was wrong with that? No law she knew of said she couldn't be friendly with them, just so long as she reminded them of their place; and even as an unwanted child, she was better than the pack's plaything. So with that logic, she could be very friendly with them and still be within reason, right? Besides, they were slaves - and slaves had to do her bidding after all. Though there was probably something to say in that she could only make friends with such low-ranked wolves rather than those of her peers or higher; but she was trying, God knew it!
Clooney (this was the name of the lord she had traveled with on that fateful day, she later found out) was rather possessive of the one she was beginning to call "her little dove", but lord or not he couldn't keep a slave all to himself. They were supposed to be shared! Bouncing from rock to rock - a feat she had been trying to accomplish without falling since puphood - the fiery-hued femme put her nose to the job to find Kerai first in hopes of introducing him to her other friend. "Little dooooove~" she cooed in a rather coy manner, tilting her head about for the familiar dark form as she followed his scent about the territory.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 8:10 pm
"Holy!" the shout was short, amused, laced with an obvious fascination as it rang through the air. The thin ebony form was spread out in trademark puppy pose, with hind in the air and tail wagging idiotically behind. Bloody printed paws tapped at a particular item, the source of his curiosity, noting the rough prickly shell of the object before applying enough pressure to flip the cone up at the wolf's foxy face. A sharp yelp followed as the animal whipped back, violently shaking and pawing at his now bloody nose. As soon as he pulled away from his face, Kerai glared down at the pinecone, poised himself, then when all seemed calm attacked, pouncing on the thing and crunching at its surface. He whimpered initially cutting the roof of his mouth as he shredded the armored seed; suddenly growing bored (of either this pointless battle or the pain) he tossed the pinecone away and victoriously lifted his head, the dramatic animation of it flamboyant and a comedy in and of itself.
It was after this short, yet momentous, battle that he heard the sweet cherubic twitter of the female he had grown accustomed to of late. Though as comfortable as he had grown around her, he had found that with each experience it was almost as though he hadn't learned a thing about her to begin with. Their encounters were always curious, always unique, and always left him uncomfortable. Regardless, the femme was considerably more pleasant company than other members of his present home, particularly the Lord that dragged him here in the first place. It was his own fault, though. He didn't have to come. Sure he would be dead right about now had he not accepted, but it had always been Kerai's choice to come here.
Looking back to see the fiery female pad up, he gave a sheepish grin, forgetting the blood tickling his nose or the cuts that stung at the roof of his mouth. What was with that dub? Last time he checked, Kerai didn't have any wings, nor did he coo, and neither did he pluck at the ground lazily. Well, maybe he did that last one, but that wasn't the point. All the same, Kerai accepted her antics, not knowing how else to handle a daughter of Reign of Terror any other way.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 11:20 am
Aaah, there he was! Her expression brightened considerably, if that were possible, as she practically skipped down from her rocky perch, stubbing a few toes here and there but barely registering the snipes of pain. "Alluuuuu~" she purred, giggling. She had apparantly watched his little episode with the pine cone and had not deeemed it neccessary to point out how pointy its spurs were, and then enjoyed the reaction after being slighted by the overgrown seed.
"You look like you're having fun," Gabrielle continued after hopping to the ground, various parts of her feet throbbing gently; she'd get used to the rough terrain there yet! "But I'd hate to get that nice black coat of yours all messy; the only blood I want to see is on your paws, got it, mister?" Even her chides were light-hearted; hormones indeed. "Come on, let's go wake up Adrieal so we can all take a bath together and get clean."
You know, because girls couldn't ever do things alone. They needed at least one or two others to come with them on any trip. Brushing past his flank like she always did upon greeting and leaving, the fiery youth pranced onwards, already sure that her other frightened friend was probably sleeping in some form of shade.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 11:41 am
And indeed he was, though "sleep" was a strong word for what he was doing. Again he had nightmares of various memories: separated his parents and merciless brother one day without warning, wandering more afraid of his own shadow than anything else, the day he was captured and dragged to the menacingly painted wolf he now called alpha . . . Amongst the random dreamscape he normally had, this was terrifying for the big softie.
Worse still was the recalled memory that he had been part of a pack once. Those that revelled in sin and were now beginning to ally with Reign of Terror, that was no longer headed by Lilith but instead someone called Piper and her brood. His true home: Gomorrah. How ironic that they be in league with these dark denizens. Adrieal curled into a half-sleep and whimpered, wondering what the could do with himself. What cruel twisted fate would leave him hope only in a somewhat sadistic angel like Gabrielle anyway?
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 2:42 pm
The wolf jumped slightly as he heard the female, still surprised by every introduction she presented him with, no matter how often she snuck up on him. He gave her his usual sheepish grin -the picture all the more amusing with the bloody nose and his teeth hung slightly open as to not press his tongue against the cuts at the roof of his mouth- and a small tail wag that always seemed hesitant around the young female. She had become his only companion but at the same time she was so far from him. He was a slave and she was a member of this pack called Reign of Terror, could he expect more? Did he even want more? Her behavior was always curious.
"Oh, ah, okay," he murmured as she presented him with the proposal (as well as the demand he stay clean). An outing would certainly be appreciated and meeting another member like himself was also on whatever list of things to do he held. Whatever the case, he was eager to meet this Adriael he had heard so much about. Kerai's tail expressed his excitement in a few short wags while his lanky feet pranced over in front of the girl after she passed him -ignoring the sweet brush of fur- and immediately started off in front of her, not taking notice of his rank nor hers as he moved along.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:33 pm
"Curiouser and curiouser~" the young one lilted upon arrival in the shade and, with no regard to the slave's privacy, began to prod at his flank with a nigh-white paw. "Up and at 'em, 'Dri, no more nightmares for ya today. We've got a bath and an item search to do." Nothing at first beyond Adrieal's shifting away from the touch, face creasing as sunlight momentarily hit his eyes. Gabrielle continued the prods, furthering his frustration.
"Not . . . now . . ." It was early to begin with! Who else would wake up at this ungodly hour beyond the unholy angel herself but . . . ah, he could smell another with her, vaguely familiar in his mind but not quite placeable. Adrieal grunted and shifted away until he felt several sharp pangs in his thigh, at which a most girlish yelp escaped him and he jerked to his paws. Gabrielle withdrew with said perpetraitors - her fangs - in a toothy grin. "Why'd you d-d-do th-that f-for?!"
"You were ignoring me," was her simple reply. Then she returned to nudging him insistently until Adrieal got to his paws with a small limp at which the adolescent roleld her eyes at; wimp. Didn't even bite hard. "We're bathing now so we can go on a quest to get me an angel's wings. Like what Kerai has," Gabrielle explained to them with a pointed and lingering gaze upon the necklace her little dove wore. "I have to have one."
"You have to have one."
Yes, dumdum, I have to have one. Or else I can't be an angel for either of you or for Momma."
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 6:19 pm
As always with strangers -perhaps he didn't learn- the male's tail wagged vigorously and his face brightened with a ridiculous grin. Though he didn't know how to measure Adrieal's personality, he reacted similarly no matter the wolf he was being introduced to. But for the time being he observed Gabrielle's behavior with him, occasionally clicking his tongue to the roof of his bleeding mouth. Kerai perpetually flitted his eyes between the pair as they conversed, interacting with one another in a rather curious fashion for the ebony male who delighted in watching them.
At least until the fiery female's nose pointed in his direction. The male jolted, bouncing slightly as she addressed him -indirectly- eyeing his previous object still swing between his legs. Any slight movement had the pair of wings moving and glittering. But Garbielle's words perplexed him. They were going to find a pair like these? But he didn't find this, they were a gift, what was the likely hood they would just stumble across something human made and significant to the young female?
"Are you sure? I don't think we can find any," he told them.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 9:21 am
Kerai's words didn't disturb her much. "Then I'll just have to take yours," Gabby said simply, and tilted her head up to the dark slave to give him an expectant look. "I need to have something angelic with me, don't you see? How can I be an angel otherwise and help save you guys later?"
A soft snort came from her side. "You could start by not biting me," Adrieal grumbled. More and more his countenance was turning towards the painted scowl on his face. He scanned the leg Gabrielle had offended to see if sheh ad breached the skin, which made her have the impulse to gnaw on his leg some more to teach him a lesson; she was bigger now, and with sharper teeth. If only he had been prettier like her little dove, 'Dri would be saved from her more naughty actions. Even now, she made a note to see him later for that remark . . .
"Was that . . . an order?" Gabrielle asked delicately, flashing the nervous slave a toothy smile. "Slave?"
Adrieal, against his better will, shook his head. He was in no condition to take more from the well-fed girl, knowing full well what she had been capable of as a pup. As a teen, he could only fear more. Thus, 'Dri dropped his voice along with his head. "What d'you mean 'save us later'?"
"I don't answer dogs who don't know their place," came her uncharacteristically cool reply. "You should be lucky I still call you a friend instead of just a punching bag, Adrieal. But aaaaaaaaanywaaaaaaay~" There again returned the sweet cherubic purr as Gabrielle turned her gaze to Kerai. "You don't need it, right? And I do. so unless you don't want to give it over for some reason, you're going to lead me to where you got it, riiiiiiiight?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 4:13 pm
Kerai had immediately backed up a step for two as she suggested taking his own. His expression didn't appear all that concerned, but most certainly not angered by the suggestion either. He didn't believe he would ever be parted with the winged objects, not now, not ever, and the prospect of the younger female snatching them away just didn't sound possible to the rather ignorant male who almost suspected they had become a part of him.
But for the moment he was distracted by the two's interaction. His soft eyes continuously bounced back and forth between their comments, not unlike a ping pong ball that was tossed vigorously by two components only to finally fall once more on Gabrielle when she asserted her plan.
"Ah..." he found himself sputtering, searching for some answer that would appease her without disappointing himself, "Well, I, I think I need it. The wings make me your dove, right? And what do you mean by 'Save us later'?" A goofy grin accompanied the sentiment, attempting to spur some truth into the young female. And reasserting Adrieal's question may at least distract Gabrielle for the moment.
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