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 Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 8:12 pm
This is the private roleplay between Oya and Santaro.
Location
The edge of the beach near the treeline of the forest.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 8:16 pm
 Santaro was no fool as to what most of the wolves had been doing. They were staking claim to the new humans already. He had chosen his, but he wasn't the type to follow a human around wrecklessly. He longed to have his own independence and freedom. He watched them carefully before letting out a wife lazy yawn and slumping his rump to the ground to sit. He normally wasn't this tired, but his morning had been full of chasing other wolves around. It was too humid now to move around too much and the sun was making him feel sleepy.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 8:38 pm
 The light purple wolf padded in and out of the wolves on the beach slightly irritated. The blonde that had been sleeping in the den with her and the old female had been playing had suddenly decided to stop. She was always wanting to do something else. The purple wolf, Oya as she was called, slipped into a clearing right on the edge of the beach and forest.
A reddish-purple wolf was on the other edge sitting down. His yawn was contagious. Trying to growl around the stretch, Oya sat down across from the male. Oddly enough, she wasn't sure how to press this one's buttons. She hadn't seen him around.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 8:46 pm
Santaro's eyes turned up to gaze at her before stretching out his legs for a moment. She was beautiful, he'd admit that, but he wasn't paying much attention to that now. Most of the wolves were notorious for lounging out by themselves. She had chosen a spot fairly close to him. He assumed this was a quiet attempt to start a conversation with him.
"Hello there. I'm Santaro."
He almost winced at his own introduction. He was always awful with the first impressions, but hoped that the introduction would at least be returned.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 9:16 pm
Oya snorted as the male spoke his name. He seemed wary of his own title. Moving for her sitting position to a laying one, she found her voice to introduce herself. "I'm Oya." It felt weird to not be teasing him. An idea niggled in her about how to do it though.
"Are you without a human? They seem to be plenty like they were in the old stories." Oya smiled as she spoke. He seemed as if he was and if he was bitter, then there's more fun for the femme. Her tail flicked behind, excited for a confrontation.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 6:20 am
Santaro looked at her, his eyes narrowing. Did he catch a glint of poking fun at him for not being with his human? Where was hers? He responded a little hesitantly.
"I have a human. She's off exploring the island. She doesn't need constant watch like most of these humans. Where's yours?"
He rolled a bit so that he was on his stomach now, his eyes looking her over.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 10:28 am
Oh touche. That word still sounded a little odd in her mind. It was something the blonde girl would think whenever Oya would respond with something especially snide. The comment irked her a bit, but it excited her just as much. "She's being babysat by the old female I live with."
As he moved, Oya's tail fwapped against the ground and she slid into a playful stance: her butt in the air and her front half close to the ground. She was slipping into a hyper mood, even in this intense humidity. She bounced forward a step and patted a paw at one of his before Oya jumped back a bit.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 1:04 pm
It was a natural instinct to respond to someone playing with him. He shifted back before lunging forward his tail swishing from side to side quickly. He bounded towards her, knocking into her before moving back to his spot.
"I see. Is she the type that needs to be babysat?"
His tone was lighter now with her. He had been out of energy, but the sudden playful spirit brought a little bit of life back to him.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 10:05 pm
This bit of playing had helped work out some of the bitterness she had from the blonde ditching her to talk to Iantha. As his body nudged against her, Oya barked.
"Only when she does this whole 'who are we and where did we come from' bit."
The indigo wolf nipped at the male's paws cheerfully. This was just what she needed. Her entire body felt as if she was bouncing. She probably was for all the young female could tell.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 10:39 pm
Santaro rolled onto his back, folding his paws a bit into a form of submission. He prepared to bounce back at her, but was trying to be tricky.
"It'll only be a matter of time before they find out what will happen to them in a while. Not like life is bad anyways."
He flipped back up and nipped lightly at her ears, bounding around her
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 11:04 pm
Slowly, Oya stepped closer to the male who was giving up already. She didn't quite trust the submissive posturing but the female was inexperienced in winning fights. The comment about the change caught her attention though.
"I haven't heard the stories. My nursemaid never could get me to sit still long enough to tell me."
As Santaro bounced up again, Oya flattened her ears. It surprised her a bit. The purple wolf recovered fast though. Leaning back on her rear legs, she pushed on his side with her forepaws.
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