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 Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 6:40 pm
This RP is between Namir (Divena & Divenasmom) and Koname (Neon Fly)  Namir studied the crumbling wall closely. He knew the ancient lettering, of course. There was nothing the skinwalker didn't know. However, the wording itself was a bit odd and required his utmost concentration. The ruins had a reputation for being haunted, one that he helped foster by killing the few locals that were brave enough to venture there. It was beneath him to share his find with others, especially those who couldn't begin to appreciate the historical value of such a treasure trove.
It was because he had made an effort to scare everyone off that he didn't expect anyone to trespass upon him, and he allowed most of his attention to remain on the writing. perhaps if he hadn't been so focus, he would have known she was coming and would have dealt with her accordingly. As it was...
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 10:07 pm
Mismatched hues flickered with hunger and frustration, uncertain how it was that even a creature as reckless and oblivious as a human could have possibly evaded her. Too bad Koname was clueless to the fact that the scent she had been stalking with slavering jaws was several days old. Her nose twitching intently, too sensitive to realize that the aroma that smelled so fresh to her was actually a false trail. One that had lead her to a strange gathering of old, crumbling rock formations of some sort. It certainly looked like a good place to hide out for a while, perhaps even to ambush small, straying prey who happened to wander to close to the shadows.
All too suddenly though the tiny skinwalker was alerted to a heavy, masculine odor that filled her nostrils causing the fur along her spine to stand on end. Sleek ears quickly pinning back against her skull with fear and loathing in her uncertainty towards the source that blatantly marked the area with his presence. She knew nothing beyond the fact that he was a skinwalker like herself, though not. Not the pure hell raiser, but rather a derivative. One of those cursed creatures. Wrinkling her nose at the thought Koname proved fare more careful in her movements now, watching each step of her dainty paws as she tried not to alert the stranger to her presence.
A nearly impossible task given the mink was nearly on top of his location by the time she'd realized it. Warily daring to lift her eyes from the ground towards the form she could barely make out through the thin veil of trees and forest brush that separated them. Suddenly cringing, muscles freezing as the area echoed with the snap of a brittle branch beneath her paw. Oh hell.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:18 pm
It was the sound that alerted Namir to his company, but the moment he heard it, he lifted his nose to the wind and growled low in his throat. He smelled...female.... female skinwalker. The growl deepened as his territorial instincts kicked in.
"Who dares disturb me?" he snarled, rounding on the source of the scent.
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