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Skip a Beat - Vafri - May 11, 2012 [dohtml]
Skip a Beat - Elettra - May 14, 2012 [dohtml] Each step is slow, but widened with the length of her limbs. Her movements a delicate sway of well curved hips and her breath even under a plush chest. She lacks nothing in her womanly features and nothing in her royal line as she scales the length of the heights with cautious footing. Perhaps some may think her a woman born upon the society of matrilineall ways by the very stance she took, though only surely mistaken for her birth within high rank in council. Though far from Torbine, she was nothing less then the princess of the empire she always had been. And soon, by her own right and pack, she would be Queen. Though her empire in the country of Torbine extended forests, plain and beach-side alike, she had never mastered the art of being a mountain wolf, despite her breed. Her home was a peninsula, blocked from the rest of the world by water all around, savor a large, dangerously steep and icy chain of mountain. Though this was perhaps not to wild, she still moved with seemingly effort despite her well placed paws. She was not far from her 'residence' in the drooping willows below and she came only for a visit to the underground sea from which she had discovered (and unknowingly founded) before. It seemed, with no such luck, she found herself turned around from where she had previously thought the lack to be, her stance upon the mountain side not anywhere near the top of the mountains, but high enough to see the tops of willow trees along the edges of what some day (hopefully some day soon) she might call home. It is here, on her rocky perch (and she easily seen as black upon the light grey face of rock) that she spots the descending wolf, trailing just along the outskirts of the forestry. For the moment, she says nothing, free to watch and wait. Skip a Beat - Vafri - May 15, 2012 [dohtml]
Skip a Beat - Elettra - May 16, 2012 [dohtml]
He notices her easily, a dark figure marred with bits of grey and shadowing gold a backdrop of a pale, pallid background of which she perched. He stiffens and, raises his tail ever so slightly. This causes her own tail, otherwise dangling between her limbs without care, to twitch upwards but she holds herself. She has no urge for a pissing match, this day. So she is content to merely watch, her chin tucked downwards in secret protectiveness but in her height upon him, could easily be taken for only gaining a better look at the downward male. He approaches, ever so cautiously, but with unmistakable interest. She watches through a paled grey gaze without falter, the large white man something so be weary of and thus, distrusting of. He comes to her, scaling higher amongst the cliff-side to match with her. Her already splayed stance may tense, though making sure to keep herself from being viewed with skittish nature. She is not fearful to where she may flee, but ready should she need to fight. Though she had yet to take official hold of the land (and so treated him equally by this and had not been foolish to try and chase him off) she had no means to go (willingly) from what would soon be hers. He speaks, his words as uncaring as her own, though smooth and whimsical in the air, taken by the breeze. He speaks of her pride and by this, certain she is nothing less then Queen. Of all the ma'am, the miss, and the title of 'Lady', Queen was very knew and, by the smirk forming on her lips, much acknowledged with appreciation. "I have pride in myself." She speaks, though her words are darker, colder with an air of Gothic nature then his own bardic song. "...Need I more?" She thought not. She had enough confidence in her own self-worth, in her family's name and the great empire which they ruled. By her parents sway to change the judgement of the land and rise to the top. She knew, in herself that she was everything of the royal being she had been born as and that one day, soon enough, these 'no-man's land' would be her own. Skip a Beat - Vafri - May 20, 2012 [dohtml]
Skip a Beat - Elettra - May 20, 2012 [dohtml]
His words cause her smirk to widen, showing off the whites of her teeth in the same fashion of which he does and her muzzle, creamy along the edges of her lips, would dip delicately into his direction. Within moments from this gesture, does he settled amongst a flattened spot along these heights, just overlooking the willows where the two pack-lands mingled. It was a wonderful place, these drooping willows, where the mountain side was not far (in case of floods, higher ground could be gained) and the meadows, rise and lagoon were not far from reach where prey and plenty of water could be obtained. She had made her choice wisely. Now, all that was left was to find a den, settle the law of 'needing a man to her side' and of course, gathering her followers together... With him now in a seated position, she does lax somewhat, without the need to spring away in dodge of tooth and claw and merely stood before his presence, shifting her paws to gain a more comfortable stance. She did not sit, just yet. He looks just passed her, though his eyes still catch everything of her: her plush chest, her well-rounded hips and slopping stomach. Her fur, though nothing magical in color by mixes of black, greys and darker greys, is thick and soft, longing to rush your palms within. He, is but yet another large wolf, large for a man even, that she has met. A height and bulk as plenty others, as she had crossed plenty others. He was white, too, solidly, and this was nothing of a uniqueness to these lands for there had been a time when she was in Grizzly Hollow and was surrounded by delicately colored women. But he is not a tanking sort- he is tall, ever so tall and towering by this height, but not mass alone. Brown was his gaze; a dark, simple brown which should have not been a rarity. However, within these lands of golds and hazel and green, it was these chocolate eyes which she thought different from all else. Then he speaks. Her lips twitch, muzzle wrinkling to the words before she voices her opinion with a slight growl. "Do I look like a woman incapable of feeding for herself?" She was far from lanky, thin, unhealthy. Nothing on her was matted nor marred. Not to mention, having just hunted mountain goat with a fellow follower of hers, Remy, did not help him in his thoughts, ether. "Besides...." The growl, now turned to a delicate coo. "I never said 'of myself, and nothing more', but that only I needed nothing more." If he was so smart to believe she was nothing less then a Queen, she wondered where he gained the foolishness to believe that she was alone. Her time as a rogue had not been long and was certain to be short-lived. She had more followers under her belt now then she could count on one paw of toes. She had expected to succeed, yes, but she had triumphed. Skip a Beat - Vafri - May 28, 2012 [dohtml]
[ sorry this took forever and is also terrible >.> Vafri's going through a phase of noncooperation ] Skip a Beat - Elettra - Jun 02, 2012 [ I know Igni left and all, but I felt as though I should do this rp some justice by posting what I had for a response in the making, although it is only speech. ] [dohtml] ”An army? ...No. Not quite yet.” ”And you say I speak with riddles?” ”I'm assuming this clever wolf you speak of is you. Tell me, what is it exactly do you think would make you of use to me, that I already do not have?'[/dohtml] |