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Your gift, she gives. - Lanx - Apr 03, 2012 [dohtml] As the sun began to creep slowly below the horizon, tucking the earth into a twilit blanket, Lanx crept out with deliberate slowness into the expanse before the lake. Her long, stilt-like legs drew her forth languidly, as if pressed through water, not quite like the usual march of a stalking wolf. The carriage of the sable-furred woman was impeccable, natural, and she could suddenly move with such swift purposefulness, that it was easy for her to sweep along without being noticed. Much like a fox, there were glimpses of her in the shadows expanding from the setting sun, but once the sun had set and her world was cast into perpetual blackness, she was still. She regarded the purple-gray clouds for a long moment, blue eyes roving the stars and constellations that she’d become so familiar with over her travels. The stars had never failed her—not the moon, either—and she looked at it now, the bright round orb of her most verdant prayers. She sighed, deciding finally that she could venture into the open, and with a swift prayer into the crisp night air, she loped out into the clearing and descended cautiously towards the lagoon. Upon reaching its bank, she gazed longingly at the moon’s reflection, but her fancy passed and she bowed to take a drink. Her eyes watched the ripples form and her ears kept in tone with her surroundings. [/dohtml]
Your gift, she gives. - Pakuna - Apr 04, 2012 [dohtml] The moon was to rise soon after the sun was finished going to bed. The earthy wolf silently stepped along, broad figure blending with the bracken surrounding the lagoon. Pakuna was a bit hungry, and figured that doing a bit of fishing would satisfy her hunger. Heedful eyes watched the clearing for any signs of life- deer, rabbits, any critter. After pausing for a few moments (although it felt as if it were for an hour) she finally stepped out of the edge. Hackles rose and her body froze up as a dark wolf slipped out into the clearing and towards the lagoon. Mind whirring, the she-wolf wondered whether or not she should speak to the creature. Why not? Her encounters so far were far from dangerous, so this wolf may just be another addition to her acquaintances, or perhaps a friend, as a wolf named Gladius had become. She came forth now, paws gingerly touching the emerald grasses. The sun was a canvas of purple hues, a beautiful sight to see indeed. Ears remained perked as the creature paced herself, slowly approaching the female. The air was still, and she felt as if she was being watched by the creatures within the forest surrounding the lagoon- just as she had watched this wolf for a moment. "Oi, 'ello there." her voice was gruff, nothing beautiful. It was still recognizable as a female, but it seemed to show her rough and lonely past. Your gift, she gives. - Nina - Apr 04, 2012 A female wolf with golden brown fur and unique emerald eyes stood in the bushed rumaging through her herbs as the sun set, leaving the sky in a dark blue color. At the moment she had feverfew, lavendar, and a few stems of enlighten empress. She wasn't use to gathering such a large amount of herbs in a short amount of time, but she was guessing it had to do with the her joining Copper Rock Creek pack, giving her more time to stay in one place, and to gather more herbs. She had recently encountered an older wolf, male, he was quite the gentleman and she had eagerly helped him when he was injured. The scent of another wolf brought the brown furred female back to her senses. The scent smelled familiar and the thought urked her. All the other wolf's she had met outside of her pack besides Victorian had not been kind to her and this one was female, a good sign, but if it was Niara or Athena things could turn bad quickly, but from what she had heard the two females had joined Poison Path Pack and what she scented definitely wasn't Poison Path. Maybe lone wolf, which wouldn't be a bad thing. Sniffing the air once again the female looked out of the bushes and was delighted to see an almost familiar face. Nina crept forward her pawsteps light as she approached the wolf from behind. She didn't want to startle the other female, but she also didn't want the other female attacking her either. Nina spoke suddenly, softly, "Excuse me, but who are you? I don't believe I have seen you around these parts before." Nina's soft voice almost sounded like a whisper as she spoke. Tilting her head slighty her body position remained tense just in case the other wolf decided to leap. Your gift, she gives. - Lanx - Apr 05, 2012 [dohtml] The quiet rustle of grass being pinched beneath careful paws alerted Lanx to the older woman’s position just before she spoke. The wraith froze, her muzzle an inch from the rippling surface and her icy eyes boring into the brown wolf almost scathingly. Privacy had been desired, but it would seem Fate had other things in her hands for Lanx; and just as she began to accept this and calm down, another voice (however furtive) from behind, gave her a vicious start. Snapping her head sideways to eye the other brown she-wolf—though this younger one had a golden sheen in the moonlight, while the other appeared dusted in coal—she lifted her lip threateningly, and backed away from the edge of the lake. She suddenly felt threatened. Though neither presently held their body in that way, the simple fact that they looked rather similar and bore adjacent scents on their pelts was enough for paranoia to set in. She now stood in a position that set the three of them in a sort of obtuse triangle, or rather in a position where she could see them both equally and guard against them. She’d had no real time to consider them individually until now: and she quickly decided she didn’t know the first arrival, though a spark of familiarity struck her when she gazed at the slightly younger woman. They both had green eyes, interestingly enough. If neither of you bear me ill will, you may approach,she said finally, after a pregnant pause in which she found her bearings on the situation. She was not afraid, but cautious—however, this would not deter her conversationalist persona, nor her desire to figure if she truly knew that young woman or not. Your gift, she gives. - Nina - Apr 05, 2012 [dohtml] [dohtml] OOC: Sorry for the weird words today I'm having a weird day. Your gift, she gives. - Pakuna - Apr 06, 2012 [dohtml] Pakuna smiled as Nina showed submission to her. She personally thought it was quite silly, but she nodded in appreciation at the younger wolf. Looking back to the ebon wolf now, she dipped her head in a polite manner. "Aye, no harm here. Jus' lookin' to fish." Oh, how she wished her voice was sweeter like a proper female's...she would sound so much nicer. Her emerald eyes observed the dark wolf who seemed a bit on edge. She did not blame her. Quickly looking back to Nina, the smile returned "Copper Rock Creek, eh? I be venturin' a wee bit from it, need a break, ye know?" Hopefully the wolf would be able to understand her strange way of speaking. Most of the wolves she had come in contact with seemed to be rather curious of her voice. She stood still, the light of the sky changing before them. The sun's fire was now gone, and the moon had shown its face. It would watch all of the Lore as it did every night, observing the wolves that thrived within the land it over- looked. Your gift, she gives. - Nina - Apr 21, 2012 [dohtml] [dohtml] |