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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 15:16:06 GMT -8
Silence lingered over the woods, annoyance almost radiating off of the orange brute. "Move along. Our conversation is done here," Logan requested, his gruff tones signalling his annoyance once more. The tangerine brute moved down into his den, shutting him out. "Alright. I respect that. Maybe we will meet again, Logan," Uzumati spoke in his rich tones, getting back onto his large paws.
The large albino male made his way back to his comrades, his stride large and lumbering as he moved. The older male had encountered a wolf that was as shut off as Logan only once or twice on his journey, and it still never ceased to amaze him that these types of wolves were so adamant in their individual company. Uzumati had spent his whole life alone, for the most part, and he did not like it at all. That was why he was so grateful for the company of Wiggles, Cosmo, and Wanda.
Once he reached his trio of friends, the albino beast set himself down on the ground, tucking his paws underneath him. "Well, he won't be joining our little group. He wants to be alone," Uzumati reported to the rest of the group. The scent that he was monitoring while he was talking to Logan was forgotten, and he now was just waiting to see what the rest of the group would think.
@willow @logan @cosmo @wanda @wiggles
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 21:05:51 GMT -8
Willow's cream coat was dappled by the shadows of the woods around her, her head tilting to the side at the brutes harsh voice. He was irritated, clearly, and though he said nothing, the albino looked saddened, almost as if he was disappointed to have been dismissed by this tangerine hybrid. A small part of the oddly small she-wolf wanted to greet the tangerine wolf herself, for he intrigued her with his odd scent and odd pelt coloring but instead, she trailed the albino, keeping her paws almost silent until they came to a complete halt before the small group he rejoined. She flicked her ears forward and moved in a bit closer. He told the small gang of how the large wolf would not be joined there group just as her paw knocked a rock into the clearing. Mentally, she cursed herself as heads turned towards her, her amber eyes twinkling nervously. She pushed herself upright and moved forward cautious "I am sorry, I - I really didn't mean to... I saw you in the woods with... with Logan. I believe that was his name" Her voice was but a whisper as she turned her head upwards towards the brute. She was not a shy wolf exactly, perhaps overly cautious was the proper word for the small she-wolf. She was tiny compared to others and so she was always rather vulnerable to larger wolves, especially one the size of the Albino that now stood before her.
@uzumati @wiggles @cosmo @wanda
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 18:18:38 GMT -8
The cracked earth and dried forest was far from pretty. Uphill through the pine tree's one could view miles of similar hills, but no greenery. And also, she noticed, that in one directly it smelled faintly of a pack wolf. The opposite direction, same but a different smell. Lilac had recently come to the conclusion that she was in between the land of pack wolves, something that she would have to keep an eye out for. She was fast, sure, but in the rush and sudden jump of surprise given pack wolves were chasing her, oh she would probably be dumb enough to blindly run into their own land.
Apart from the neighboring packs, the area stunk of rogues. Perhaps not as much as the brush lands, as if a place could be any more congested, but it was bad. Nothing that the she-wolf could stress about. Elegant as ever, her long slender body moved with steady grace, a white tail flowing like a river behind her with her head held high and even. It would take countless years to beat the crap out of her. Though she loved her mother, the bitch had ruined a lot of her potential - all for this. And Lilac was no Princess, yet she couldn't seem to shake the habits from herself.
Conversation wasn't necessarily her speciality, but given the fact that this hell-like place contained no water, Lilac wanted out. Wandering downhill might get her somewhere more pleasant eventually, but there was no telling if she would just wind up running into the pack borders. Ahead of her a aways away gathered a peculiar group of wolves. Well, no, they looked fairly average, like your basic rogue group. Most of them were white, and if it weren't for the fact that she had no desire to make friends Lilac would fit right in.
Still a bit far, the tall she-wolf had suddenly stopped, noticing a growing patch of dirt littered on her leg. Hesitantly, Lilac dropped a half-eaten mouse that she had been carrying, stretching her cranium to groom the brown area. It was quickly spotless again, and as she reached down to pick up her kill she noticed with a start that soon her head was in a dark hole. It smelled too. Dim light made her prey easy to find, but there was also someone else a few feet away, strange purple-like eyes blinking.. Lilac jerked her head with surprise, stumbling back from the den. "I'm terribly sorry," she would eventually say in an incredibly calm tone. Circling around, the ivory she-wolf would peek into the den once more, assuming that the male wouldn't just jump out. "If you would be so kind, may I retrieve my mouse......?" a short pause indicated that she obviously hadn't caught his name. Yet, also in that short pause, Lilac hadn't given the brute a chance to speak. Curiosity drew her cranium forward noisily into his den. What on earth was that weird smell? "Who are you?" she inquired, an almost fascinated hint dancing on her innocent girlish voice.
OOC: *shugs* I tried :3
Spoken To: @logan
Mentioned: @uzumati, @willow, @whoeverelse
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 10:29:30 GMT -8
The large sunset form of Logan heaved a sigh of relief when the albino male, Uzumati, turned to leave. "Alright. I respect that. Maybe we will meet again, Logan." Perhaps they would meet again, it was highly probable as they were both rogues in among the small land between pack territory. It was a shame really, Logan could have made that potential friend. How odd the duo would have been, an albino and a hybrid. Yet the initial tug of dislike for groups swarmed the young male, call it paranoia, but the feeling of being surrounded was one he knew all too well. A feeling he couldn't stand. Whereas some found safety within numbers, Logan's past held fear. Blood and adrenaline could only come out of groups. A soft grunt left his throat as violet eyes scanned the large number burned black into his left thigh. A constant reminder of who he was and what groups lead to. It wasn't long after the albino left that Logan let out a yawn, long muscular limbs stretched and cracked into place as he circled the make-shift dens ground for a moment, then laying his large form down. He'd probably have to hunt tomorrow. Then again, Logan was not all too great at said subject. The male lacked stealth, his size and bright orange fur becoming a pain in the ass when it came to taking down prey. He was more built to take on an opponent head-on. A few light footsteps right outside the opening to the temporary home had tangerine ears pricking up. White paws. Ears flickered in annoyance at the thought the albino male had returned yet at a second glance, the paws seemed smaller. Perhaps it was that scent that was annoyingly lingering in the bushes while the two giants had been talking? No, this scent was different. It was.. Nicer? It was then a pretty sight came into view. More than a pretty sight actually. She was.. Well, stunning. Logan blinked, confused, as the completely white female with crystal eyes jerked away at the realization that she was not alone. She stumbled away from the den and a small, amused smile played at Logan's lips for a moment all before disappearing once he caught himself doing it. "I'm terribly sorry." came her calm voice, before peeking in once more. Logan's lavender eyes just blinked. The female wasn't that small, yet shorter than himself. Then again, he just about dwarfed anyone he met. Her fur was neat, pure, and matched the shade of her eyes. "If you would be so kind, may I retrieve my mouse......?"Logan just offered a speechless nod, a little awestruck at the she-wolf. "Who are you?" she inquired and it was then that sunset brute realized he hadn't so much as said a word. He sat up with a roll of his shoulders, purple eyes scanning the female once over again. She had come closer into the den and the male had to admit he felt a tad nervous. "Logan," he said in his deep rich voice, clearing his throat a little. "And you?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2017 15:27:17 GMT -8
The strange wolf seemed to show no sign of aggression or hostility toward her sudden intrusion, which was both surprising and predicted. Perhaps it all depended on who she ran into, for there were nice strangers out there that wouldn't bite her nose off in a moments notice. TO her, it was simply peculiar that he hadn't growled or anything. She surely would have; someone likely interrupting her nap. As she peeked her cranium back into his space, she noticed that his orbs stared unwaveringly at her. Lilac knew why. The tiniest grin twitched at her lips, though she almost immediately reverted back to her normal calm expression. This is not the time nor place to be gawking over little punks, Lilac! If you find yourself a mate don't you dare let me catch sight of you with a disgrace! she would recall her mother fretting once, one of the first times she snuck off to play with the male youngsters. Lilac sighed to herself quietly at the irritation of her mother's voice. What a vibe killer.
As Lilac had inched closer into the entrance of the brutes den, she could immediately sense the awkwardness in her actions. That, and the male was obviously a bit tense. Anxiousness lead to more of a probability of lashing out. Lilac dipped her head in apology before stepping back once again, providing enough space in case he decided to come out. "Logan," came a vivid baritone voice, something anyone might admit was pleasing to the ear. He then inquired her own name. Did he really need it? Strangely enough Lilac found herself contemplating over the idea. Damn, it had been so long since she had talked to a stranger, much less a male. At least half a year. The fact that her mom wasn't around to pull here away by the ear (metaphorically) was quite strange. Finally, she would slice through the sudden silence she had left. "My name is Lilac," she would say smoothly, looking to the surrounding forest for comfort. What now? Start a conversation? She wasn't the best at that. If there wasn't anything to be addressed it needn't be spoken in her mind. " May I ask if you know of any water sources around her? Or is everyone just depriving themselves of it here.." a short snout would direct back toward her original destination; that group of rogues a ways off. Meanwhile the she-wolf had sat neatly on her haunches, wrapping her thick tail around her body. If her question was immediately answered and then followed by silence, so be it. Anyways, if she were to think like her mother, she would only ask for information and then quickly leave. That would satisfy her, right?
Addressed: @logan
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2017 4:15:16 GMT -8
A precious bundle of spider silk dangled carefully in the jaws of a steady moving figure. It had taken at least an hour to make the tightly packed sack, Inferno having matted down the material with a flat rock he had found before he would go off in search of more cobwebs. He had carried this bundle for the past years, occasionally re applying webs to keep the pouch strong. After all, inside it laid several different versions of colorful berries. And underneath those? A few select strongly scented herbs to make the bundle smell welcoming. Well, Inferno was a herbal wolf after all.
The large wolf, maybe the size of an adolescent bear, was heading down hill, not particularly searching for visitors at the moment. No, beautiful crystal blue eyes searched diligently through the foliage in hopes of finding some sort of useful herb he could store in his makeshift bag. To his dismay, much of what he was finding seemed to be primarily coltsfoot and ferns. Unfortunately being in a dry area - not quite forest but not quite plains either - seemed to offer him little. Nothing of use would be found here, and if it was, it was very rare to find. He'd have to go in search of some small water supply, like a large puddle, in hopes of finding something that had started to grow.
Stopping, the large male sighed before beginning to dig, white paws lightly removing the hard prickly soil above to reveal something more soft underneath. Upon revealing this, Inferno suddenly stopped and lowered his head, gently placing his pouch within the soft terrain as to prevent tears in the fragile material, though it was packed so heavily. He then lowered his large body to the ground, a content feeling surging through his body as the shade of a tree behind him offered him protection from the blazing sun. Even a slight wind grazed through his neatly kept pelt, giving the brute a sense of relief from a long day of walking and searching. The rogue looked peaceful, and in truth he had no intentions on leaving soon. He would likely rest here for an hour or so before hiding away his bundle of herbal treatments in order to go and hunt himself a much needed snack. Inferno was more than living life to the fullest, the only thing missing in this moment being a particular deceased sibling only he cared for, and he alone. One day he would find a she-wolf like his sister, and one day he would court that she-wolf and become her protective mate. She would bare a goregous litter of 4 healthy pups, he liked to imagine, and none of them would have to live through a pain similar to his own very distant childhood. When that time came, well he always told himself that he might never kill a soul again. That was probably a lie.
OOC: So peaceful and innocent. Tagging you just cause she'll eventually come :)
@miyako
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 5:50:08 GMT -8
There was that damn awkward silence again. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked for her name. But that was just politeness right? She asked for yours, you ask for hers. Why did he have to be so stoic and awkward? One look at Logan and one would have thought he was charming, that easy smooth talk was his second language. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? No, the male hadn't really had to deal with social interaction much, especially as the only said only social interaction he ever had was tearing his opponent to pieces in order to live another day. He was scarred and gruff, unlike the she-wolf infront of him. She was unmarred and the embodiment of beauty. And although Logan was pleasing to the eye, the male thought of himself as everything but. Thankfully the silence was broken, her words cutting through the air like a soldering knife to crayons. "My name is Lilac," she stated smoothly, head turning in a different direction. Logan raised an eyebrow, was she as uncomfortable as him? "May I ask if you know of any water sources around her? Or is everyone just depriving themselves of it here.." she questioned, turning towards the rogue group. Logan's eye twitched at the thought of them, he wasn't all too friendly with large groups, but the female - Lilac's intentions at conversation were pretty amusing. A small grin played at Logan's features before he let out a small laugh. "Water sources? There's one not too far from here." That's right, he remembered passing one not too far North, however it seemed close to pack territory so Logan took what he needed and had left quickly so he wouldn't have any run-ins. Lilac sat on her haunches with her tail wrapped round her, she was elegant. Something that Logan really couldn't relate to. His violet eyes scanned her one last time before uttering a "I can take you there.. If you like?" Smooth. It was a miracle he didn't bloody stutter.
Addressed: @lilac
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 14:28:59 GMT -8
The princess-like female had soon turned her attention toward Logan, or rather the den he still occupied. From where she stood she could only make out his snout and part of his face, though it still took her aback when she noticed him smile, followed by a rather playful laugh. What was he laughing at? Had she misspoken? Lilac anxiously contemplated over her sentence when abruptly the brute sliced through her confusion. "Water sources? There's one not too far from here." came his soothing voice once again. Perfect. Lilac stood from her haunches, prepared to take her leave considering he didn't say anything else. Before she could open her mouth to offer a sweet and short 'goodbye', though, Logan then offered to accompany her. White glazed hues grew wide for a split second as Lilac lost her concentration. Of course, she was taught, if such an accident happened, how to quickly save herself, as she did. Her expression again calm, she couldn't help but think to herself how odd of a question. A simple stroll toward water, a male and female not friends but not enemies. It was innocent, wasn't it?
And, what would they do in the meantime? Probably talk, hopefully. It would be rather awkward and chilling to walk next to the strange smelling male if they weren't going to enjoy the weather with some peaceful conversation. Lilac cocked a single brow inquisitively. "Alright, as you wish, " she began, allowing the smallest form of a smile to replace her blank expression. "But - would you please come out? I haven't got to see you very clearly," she said in a voice like silk, almost like an intelligent little girl whose grace rolled off her tongue naturally. "With no intentions of judging you, of course." she suddenly caught herself, swirling an ivory paw upon the ground as she averted her eyes in slight embarrassment.
Lilac backed off further, taking note that she could tell, in the very least, that the male wasn't small. Nor was she, she mused, which made her feel better. Him simply being a stranger, she might feel unsafe and at a disadvantage if she were a more average height for a she-wolf. She would wait patiently for the male to reveal himself, anticipating what she would find. Meanwhile her nosed worked to distinguish the differences between the mingling pack scents, hoping that she might locate the right direction before Logan could beat her to it. It would be impressive, indeed.
Addressed: @logan
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 6:44:02 GMT -8
Logan watched as crystals enlarged at his offer. Crap, he said something wrong again. But as quickly as the surprised expression came, it went as the female composed herself. An eyebrow quirked in questioning, not that she could really see his facial features anyway. Yet Logan thought of his intentions as innocent, perhaps they weren't so to others? If his awkward offers had not shown his lack of social skills he didn't know what else would. He didn't doubt the female couldn't look after herself as her presentation was immaculate and well, she was a good size to fight or even scare off anyone she wanted to. She was a good specimen of lupine, of course everyone had their flaws but Logan couldn't pin-point one from just appearance. Her smooth voice brought him out of deep thought. "Alright, as you wish," she said with the smallest of smiles that Logan could only reflect with his own. " But - would you please come out? I haven't got to see you very clearly, with no intentions of judging you, of course." Oh. Right. Logan forgot that another being would have to see his appearance. To most, they would think Logan had nothing to worry about appearance wise. That he held a handsome face with appealing haloed violet eyes. Yet to Logan, the halos reminded him of raccoons - of vermin. The branding that would be forever burned onto his side taking a huge toll on his self confidence. His fur was too bright and too thick. He didn't look like the others in the area, his being stood out too much. Not only his scent screamed hybrid but the mere sight of him told canis lupus that he wasn't one of them. He was different, a hell of a lot so. And whereas the female that stood before him seemed perfect down to every single strand of fur, mild insecurities riddled Logan's appearance. With a deep intake of breath, Logan mentally prepared himself before shifting his weight to all fours and slowly striding out the den. Ducking down as to avoid hitting his head against the entrance, sunlight immediately hit sunset ears and a white striped muzzle. Thick, long fur of neck and upper torso that trailed all the way through his body of tangerine and cream colors, A darker tinted spine slinked out to show a very well toned and muscular body. And finally, with slight hesitation, the part that Logan dreaded the most, he slowly brought his back half out the dark. An ashy black number imprinted on his upper thigh, although faded, it still stood out on his otherwise bright fur. As the number was burnt into him, the charcoaled burnt fur was shorter then the rest, only having to grow back when Logan was out of such conditions. The brand of just another body that took part in illegal fights - just incase he lost a fight and his body needed identifying. A mark of property, and he despised it. A thick but semi-short German Shepard like tail was the last to join his frame in the open. Logan then straightened himself to full height, he was indeed huge. He knew the female said she wouldn't pass judgement, yet who wouldn't? He'd wait a moment for Lilac to fully take in what he was and his appearance, gaze slightly dropping to the floor in shame. "Ready to go?" his deep voice mumbled, eyes flickering upwards in an almost shy manner to see the females reaction, fully expecting horrified or even disgusted. He cursed the fates for someone as pristine and perfect as the crystal-like wolf to run into him, before cursing himself for offering to take her to a destination in-spite of his own appearance.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 10:10:03 GMT -8
A large form slowly inched out, piece by piece, all of which Lilac took in with rising awe. Her bright winter-like hues simply could not be torn by the unique wolf infront of her. It was like a dream, she imagined, finding someone so different. And oh, she loved it. In her old pack hogs would fly before they would allow someone so... out of place, she supposed they would call him, to join. As such, Lilac grew with similar colors. Boring colors. The typical patterns of a timber wolf, whites and blacks, light splashes of brown. Perhaps she was the only one who stood out back then, but only by her peculiar set of eyes. It was in fact exciting to her to see someone out of the ordinary.
Her expression had not broke from a normal neutral position, though her ear twitched in the slightest as she admired the lovely pelt. And then, Lilac suddenly realized she had been staring for an awfully long time. Snowy orbs blinks a few times before she would drag her eyes to meet those of Logan, beautiful purply round hues. Like.. Lilacs, she would think pleasantly to herself. Finally the she-wolf jerked herself out of her trance, noticing quickly that she was actually staring at a rather embarrassed looking expression. Why? That was when she grazed upon a strange marking on his thigh. Numbers, faded but still quite visible to the naked eye. Suddenly it all clicked.
Nevertheless, Lilac offered a kind and sympathetic smile toward Logan. He was insecure. About his number. Perhaps about the fact that he was a hybrid. His individualism was overwhelmingly crazy, but she thought of so in a gorgeously amazing way. She had her own flaws too, they just all weren't on her visible layer. More of her personality than anything. "Ready to go?" came his despairing question. "Always." came her quick reply, excitement dancing on her tone. She would have to make him feel better, she presumed, in such a way that he shouldn't feel the need to want to hide his appearance. Not toward her, even if they did go their separate ways after they reached their destination. Though she might have normally began instantly to deny any sort of unglyness, Lilac understood that he was no close family member or friend of hers, nor was Logan a female. His brutish ways would probably require some other solution, and in time the she-wolf would contemplate over this hard.
Without another thought, Lilac began walking, only to halt in her place, completely forgetting of her makeshift competition. Ivory ears narrowed back, Lilac would slowly turn her cranium toward Logan, a pleading smile silently inquiring 'which way'.
Addressed:@logan
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 16:33:05 GMT -8
Logan watched in slight amusement as a snowy ear flickered slightly before matching eyes blinked a few times. He let his amythyst-like eyes meet her crystal ones and although he felt obligated to look away, he shyly kept them on hers. As she snapped away from her somewhat trance, a look of embarrassment flooded her face and Logan could only give a small, sad smile. Was she perhaps gawking at him because of how different he looked? Or because how rough and gruff? Or perhaps it was simply because he was scarred and imperfect - her complete opposite. What he wouldn't give to be pleasing to the eye like herself. Suddenly a kind, sympathetic smile was thrown at him. Pity perhaps? Logan didn't know, but he'd take it anyway. Perhaps such a reaction from such a flawless being was a compliment anyway, at least she hadn't gagged at him. He was thankful that she hadn't verbally commented on his appearance however. Maybe the male really was too harsh on himself yet he couldn't help be ashamed of his looks. Maybe his past really had messed up his mentality of himself.. Her tinkering voice distracted him from his self-destructive thoughts, a reply to his question. "Always."The sunset brute watched with amusement as the female began to walk forward and completely in the wrong direction. Perhaps Logan didn't have the heart to tell her she was heading the wrong way. That is, until the female thankfully stopped and slowly turned her head towards the male, a small pleading smile etched on her pretty face. Logan let out a small chuckle, she was cute honestly. With the smile still shyly spread across his handsome features, the male slightly nudged his head to the left. "This way, Princess." his deep honey like voice spoke, he wasn't sure where the nickname came from, but it sure as hell suited her. He turned his huge body towards the direction he knew the small lake was, at first slowly walking in order for the pretty female to catch up and fall into step with him. He didn't really know how to conversate. Should he start right away? Would that bother her? Should he let her start the conversation? Lord he was so awkward sometimes. With a deep breath his lilac eyes flickered to her ivory form. "So... Uh.." Nice start. "What brings you around to these parts..?" Smooth, so bloody smooth. Might aswell have said 'Come here often?'. Logan outwardly and inwardly cringed at himself, ears flickering as he turned forward again, a slight twitch in his eye.
Addressed: @lilac
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 17:28:19 GMT -8
Her embarrassing smile was, quite pleasingly, returned with a boyish laugh. He then nudged his head in another direction, long steady legs blissfully and thoughtlessly drifting toward the handsome brute. But, suddenly in a mere few seconds Lilac's heart caught in her throat. "This way, Princess." he would say turning his body in the correct direction. "P-p-princess?" she almost squeaked in a whisper, hardly audible. For a moment the once smooth she-wolf felt flush, white cheeks burning with an emotion she couldn't defy. Her body jerked forward, less gracefully than usual, joining Logan by his side though ducking her head, feeling the need to hide her face. Truly, she couldn't take that as an insult, as without a doubt she was trained by birth to be a princess. She wouldn't take it as an insult. Lilac couldn't bare to hear herself admitting in her head, but the phase was cute, especially directed toward her. And by a male? She had never once in her life received this sort of treatment if you will.
The she-wolf fought to regain her composure, struggling so badly to hide the forming smile on her lips. That was, until she remembered her mother. Oh, she would be pissed to find Lilac as she was. How unladylike! Taking a deep breath, the female straightened, keeping her steady eyes forward. It couldn't be ignored that Logan was also looking at her now, as she would detect from her peripheral vision. "So... Uh.." he would begin, sparking Lilac's nerves once again. How the hell would she hold her composure with him around? He was so much like her, but yet worse in a magnificent way that she liked but hated. Her mother would be dreadfully disappointed right now. "What brings you around to these parts..?" he continued, awkwardly. The formal she-wolf sighed, abandoning the fight with herself. Mumma isn't here anymore. Should I dare to continue her traditions when I left for the sole purpose of throwing it away? Lilac cast a mysterious look toward the male. "Why are you here? My story would be far too bland to listen to." she inquired, her lovely voice smooth as ever. Surely she could be elegant and fun at the same time? If not, well she feared he would grow uninterested, not like it should matter much. Even though it really did, to her, secretly.
Lilac searched desperately through her mind in the meantime as to how she could be friendly. A friend would be great at this point in time, and most of the time she discarded the female options. Females were boring. She could bump him in the side, but then that seemed like a little too much. They had only just met, after all. Maybe making fun of him in a childish way would ease the tension and awkwardness. A slender cranium slowly drifted sideways, her snowflake hues grazing over his tall form. Her gaze would then straighten to the pathless trail they followed. Lilac couldn't help herself. She would buffen out her body to the best of her abilities, mimicking his tall walk in her own away. She even copied his expression, a serious outlook plastered on her face with the tint of embarrassment and obvious self thought sparkling in her eyes.
@logan
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 17:04:18 GMT -8
A small smile etched onto Logan's attractive features as the females elegant demeanor faltered slightly at the nickname. He made a mental note to use it more often, her expression and reaction was worth it. Although he had to admit, out of all the facial expressions he had seen of Lilac's, her smile was his favorite so far. He wanted to see it more honestly, it was refreshing - especially in the small land of dry woods. His smile continued to grow as she fell into pace with him, although he shyly kept his head down until she responded to his lame-ass attempt at a conversation starter. That is, until she sent a mysterious glance at him, his violet eyes sheepishly scanned her features as she spoke. "Why are you here? My story would be far too bland to listen to." her voice like the calm serenity of a lake. He felt at peace when she spoke, like a voice that could lessen his cold and rough edges. However her words struck him as his eyebrows furrowed together in thought, staring into the empty space infront of him. Why was he really here? He sure as hell didn't know. Was he looking for a home? A place to settle down? Logan knew there were packs that surrounded these rogue lands, however that just repelled him to stay further away from the claimed territory. He wasn't too fond of the thought of pack-mates. Perhaps that would change in the future, but as of now - he was rather happy with the company he had now. Logan's purple orbs couldn't help but flicker to Lilac's smaller form, he had caught her drastically change posture from the corner of his eyes. She had taken on a more masculine walk, her expression suddenly hardening as she puffed out her chest and body. Her tail flickering as if- Wait... A large cranium of oranges, creams and onyx's suddenly turned to her direction. Was she mimicking him? Logan let out a boyish laugh at the realization, the tension easing some - at least for him anyway. He gave a shake of his head as an aftermath laugh smile was still visible. "I doubt that," he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips as he cast a glance towards her ivory-pelted frame - in regards to her earlier statement. "You seem anything but bland." his voice filled with honesty. Lilac was interesting to the male, regal and without imperfection. He wanted to know more about her, she had sparked an interest in the wolfdog. "I wouldn't mind listening to anything about you." he trailed off quietly, although his tone was casual. Perhaps that was a risky move to say. It could have been taken one of two ways. A simple friendly gesture to imply he wanted to befriend the female, or an outright flirt. The tangerine-hued male really wasn't even sure which one of the options he intended it to be. Logan was a truthful soul however, he wasn't one to lie through his muzzle. It was probably too forward, we only met minutes ago. Shit.Quickly thinking, the male came to the decision to copy the females idea of easing tension. With that, he suddenly straightened his posture immensely from a slouch, bones slightly clicking into place. His head was suddenly held high as if tree branches had been placed on his cranium and he were to balance them. His tail coming to a delicate flick into place as he over-exaggeratedly lifted his paws up into a trot, much like how a show-horse would. He acted casual about it though, as if it were an every day norm for the male. He couldn't help but feel the cringe come back though, embarrassment twisted at his stomach. Why was he trying to hard?
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2017 8:06:15 GMT -8
Skeptic paws still twitched, though Wanda's expression remained numb. Sticking to her companion's side like glue, rich amber eyes following the alabaster form of Uzumati as he remained friendly. He seemed to speak more then all of them combined, sounds she would welcome opposed to silence. Ears twitching and rotating, the clever bitch nodded in response to the bigger wolf's words. "Good. So let's go on an adventure to find some shelter!" Offering a small wag of her tail in agreement, her thick coat brushed past Cosmo's, leaving the comfort of his warm side, bracing the harsh world. Uzu excused himself rather abruptly, padding away to speak to an obviously uninterested male. Trailing behind him during the encounter, she watched with wide eyes as the hybrid rudely rejected her acquaintance's offer. Resisting the urge to growl after him, to utter such horrendous words about his appearance and identity. Why are you still alive, mutt? Biting back the rather offensive retort, she scowled and walked towards the tiny group ahead of the white giant. Wincing as Uzumati explained the asshole's unwillingness to join their little group, she nodded in slight sympathy. "Well," She began, looking at each of the other wolves in turn, two ivory, contrasted by a dark hued bundle of legs and smiles. "We could head towards there." She suggested, pointing her muzzle to a distant terrain with dark, thick growth, and brown tinted grounds. It wasn't very visually appealing, but it may have a good amount of prey items, or even a possible den or two hidden within it's muddy depths.
Tagged: @uzumati, @wiggles, @cosmo Tagging your mains cause this group kinda died: Alphess Wren, Beta Violet, @weayaya OOC: Mentioned territory is the Brush Lands!<3 |
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 10:53:10 GMT -8
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"Some say I'm too sensitive, but the truth is I just feel too much. Every word, every action and every energy goes straight to my heart."
Miyako plopped herself onto the ground after several days of walking non-stop. The weight of her sister’s dissapearance hung heavy on her heart but she was unable to let herself of anything but happy thoughts. Perhaps Yuna found a pack to join, or perhaps was courted away by a handsome male. Either way, Miyako was alone again and this time she had no goal in mind. Before, it was always her sister, follow her sister, find her sister, stay with her sister. Never in her thoughts did Miyako ever picture herself without Yuna.
Now she was alone.
She wouldn’t consider herself lost, she had no destination so she couldn’t be lost. She was merely searching. Not sure what she was searching for her, but she was looking. Always with an open mind. Niave, open mind.
Hopefully she would find someone kind. Someone gentle. Someone to be there for her and her for them. She did not doubt she would find someone. The scent on the wind spoke volumes. So many wolves in the area. She was bound to come across someone that desired company. Friendship filled her mind with happy thoughts. A smile never leaving her young face.
Feeling the emptiness in her stomach was the only thing that brought her to reality. Perhaps she could try some more plants? The thought of another stomach ache made her frown but she was always up for trying new things. Standing from her comfy place she trotted forward, a beat in her step and sway in her tail.
#298||@inferno ||perhaps this is where he poisons her and then brings her back? |
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