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ceasefire - Remy - Apr 04, 2012 The sun had long been warming the earth beneath her paws as she stepped from the cove of trees she had taken refuge beneath last night. Their thick blanket of leaves had blocked the apparently brilliant streams of sunlight from coming near her, which had in turned cause the warrior-figured female to oversleep. Having no responsibilities to tend to, she didn't really mind the extra hours she had gotten. Her trip hereto truly hadn't been too long, but extra rest was appreciated by any wolf when they could get it. Nature demanded a great amount of its creatures, Remy remarked to herself, as she loped foreward and lowered her head to the gentle-swimming creek and began to take her fill. Nearby she could smell the presence of a pack. Well, that was an understatement. The land on the other side of the creek absolutely reeked of that combination wolf-and-territory scent that came from the formation of a pack. Her mossy eyes remained watchful on the packlands as she drank, for the pale-colored she-wolf was of great size and stature, but even she wouldn't want to engage a border patrol. Remy was resistant to authority by her own stubborn nature, but she was no fool. A pack she would find on her own time, later, but the this beautiful afternoon was just begging to be enjoyed, stress-free. The pale wolf sprawled out in the sunlight, which was a comical sight indeed - she was no sylph, but rather a warrior-bodied girl - but if anyone were to say anything she'd turn her violent temper on them. One white paw draped over the creek's edge, a dark claw creating a consistant blockage in the creek's gentle flow. Her pale eyes watched the water adapt, while her red ears twitched, in case anyone came to interrupt her sunbathing time. ceasefire - Ash - Apr 05, 2012 [dohtml] [dohtml] ceasefire - Remy - Apr 05, 2012 Water continued to swirl around her outstretched paw, floating out of her vision in a way that was transfixing. Remy's body was completely relaxed, her soft green eyes half-closed, but her mind was still on high alert. She smelled the male wolf as he approached the area, paying it no mind. There were plenty of wolf scents all around the land, yet she hadn't been bothered since her arrival and figured she probably wouldn't be once again. Yet this time, Remy was wrong. The smell suddenly grew closer and the withdrew her paw from the water, muscles tensing for her discovery. The gentle padding of pawsteps came within earshot, and she knew she was no longer alone. The girl was already whipping around by the time his voice sounded, legs straight and tail raised to show her dominance. Her wary expression faultered only once, when she blinked with surprise. Well there was a wolf of her size. She surveyed him slowly, taking in account his strong legs and tough physique. From what she could tell, they'd like be an equal match. Remy lifted her head and waved her black-tipped tail behind her like a banner of pride, snapping, "Whaddya want." It wasn't anger in her voice so much as irritation. She had loved the warmth of sunlight on her back and being bothered gave her a slight attitude, even though she necessarily mind the male himself. She stared, awaiting his reply. ceasefire - Ash - Apr 05, 2012 [dohtml] [dohtml] ceasefire - Remy - Apr 05, 2012 The large she-wolf kept a scrutinizing eye on her companion, and though she no longer bared her teeth the female did not back down from her dominant stance. They were equally sized, she supposed, though that never meant an even match. She raised an eyebrow slightly as he described his purpose, scrunching up her nose. Conversation? That's what he had gotten up in the morning for? She smirked, shaking her head and looking away from the male as if in disbelief. Perhaps she just thought it strange to value friendship. Didn't value much, but she did put a great deal of worth on respect. And thus far she had little basis to go off of whether or not he was a respectable wolf. Manners did not impress the female - words were nothing more than that. Easy to make and easy to fake. But to perform an action you didn't mean was much harder for most wolves of any moral character. That was how she liked to judge her friends and foes. Her mossy gaze returned to the male, snorting loudly. "Ain't no miss," she laughed at the thought of being described as such. She paused for a moment, watching him survey the surroundings before admitting, "Remy Geddes." She was a little surprised at herself for giving out her real name at all. Usually she figured if she would never see the wolf again then he would never have a use for it, and therefore why bother? None the less, what had been done was done. Twitching a red ear, she awaited the ephebe's reciprocation. ceasefire - Ash - Apr 05, 2012 [dohtml] [dohtml] ceasefire - Remy - Apr 06, 2012 "Ash," she repeated back with a simple nod, mossy green eyes scanning the area around them with an almost bored glaze. There was a stir raising from the pads of her paws and snaking through her legs, making the she-wolf feel entirely restless. It was as though her paws had become glued to the creek's shore while a great wind pushed her forward - she didn't want to resist it, but she couldn't move. Perhaps it had stemmed from her irritation, or something similar, but it didn't matter for it gave her a fantastic idea. The brutish girl gave a gruff growl and took a step back, lowering her head slightly. "You want conversation? Then let's converse without words," she propositioned, the black tip of her tail twitching in the air. A sly smirk appeared across her pale face, stretching nearly from ear to red ear. Despite the relentless energy in her muscles, she wasn't out to hurt the poor guy just for wanting company. Maybe she found it silly, but that was her perogative. She figured a guy like him would be fine with a friendly spar. No winners or losers, just a little released steam. Besides that, Remy had the idea that if he knocked her around a little the way she intended to do to him, then she could prove to herself he was worthy of her time and could perhaps attempt to hide away her snide bitchiness. Remy snorted and motioned with her cheek for him to come forward. "I'll give you the first hit," she offered, the twitch of her tail increasing in frequency. The excitement was growing within her - she could only pray he would find the idea as appealing as she did. ceasefire - Ash - Apr 09, 2012 [dohtml] [dohtml] ceasefire - Remy - Apr 09, 2012 Remy grinned wildly as her invitation was accepted, tensing her muscles and locking on to her target. His rumbling growl was just more fuel to her flame, tail swishing behind her as she studied him. Remy wasn't able to take in much, though, because he wasted no time in lunging for her. Seeing his parted jaws, she immediately began to crouch, preparing to spring away, but his lunge was a little too short to get flesh - he must've not meant to. Instead of running away, Remy remained in her position to see his course of action, static until the metallic click of his jaws sounded extremely close to her shoulder. In return she pushed off of the ground to take a new position just a little bit away from him before she pounced. But, Remy hadn't calculated his move entirely correctly. His teeth grasped onto her the top hairs of her fur, and she herself tugged them out when se dodged his jaws. Her muscles twitched in reaction to the pain - if you could call it that. It wasn't like jaws sinking into her flesh, it was just really small, painful pricks. The sting lingered longer than she wanted to tolerate, thanks to the top layer of skin having the highest concentration of nerves. A growl escaped her throat and she snorted, instantly pissed off for about a nanosecond for the pain he had caused her. Then the red hot flash died down into more adrenaline and she wheeled on her large paws, leaping with all the strength she could muster to barrel her head into his side. She was just aiming to knock the wind out of him, not to actually shove her body into his, so whether or not she made contact with him she would rear back up on her hind legs and give a playful swat in premeditated retalition. ceasefire - Ash - Apr 09, 2012 [dohtml] [dohtml] |