Willow Ridge intricate

The snow fell lightly from the evening sky – the ground of the Ridge was cloaked in the substance and the grey clouds above offered no indication of the light storm ending any time soon. The ebony streak upon the large male’s back was speckled with snowflakes, and with a light shake, Phineas attempted to rid some of the weather from his thick pelt. He did not mind the cold, and as his fiery eyes scoured the myriad of flurries before him, it even elicited an excited, playful side to him. The Argyris male, if anything, became rejuvenated and youthful in the magical and untouched scene before him, though he withheld himself.

With one playful pounce in the deepening snow, the Ridge male bent down to scoop up his catch; it was meager in size, a small and thinning hare that the winter had not been kind to. Because of this is had been an easy target, and Phineas was reminded how he could have easily been in the hare’s state if not for Elettra’s kindness.

With a whip of his tail through the chilled air, the ivory male prowled forward, his nose filtering the scent of the pack’s Lady with ease. Carefully he trailed after her, noting her pawprints within the snow as well. He had spent little time with the dark she-wolf, not out of avoidance, but because he had avoided making any form of a friend since entering the pack lands.. Uncertain as to whether he would stay past the harsh season or not, the male had avoided settling. But that did not mean he could not show his gratitude to the she-wolf who had offered him a safe haven for the winter, and that was what he fully intended to do.

To make her mood more, manageable, I hope it's okay to say this is before she finds out about Narime's fall (as she has not found out yet anyway) and before she finds out of Koda, as well.

Phineas was not the only wolf whom stirred within the heart of the Ridge wolves territory and more particularly, not the only whom found a fondness of the harshness winter upheld. A thickly built woman of long, heavy limbs and a curvy frame to match with the lush, plush of her coating, never before had she been a woman to favor the extreme heat. She had crossed a barren land or two, nearly fell by one and never had any intention of living in a climate as such. She enjoyed autumn mostly, the beautiful colors that the death of the world offered. Living along a coastline, protected by mountains, she was far used to the cool weather. Even as a herbalist, whom spent much of her time in the warmer seasons collecting herbs, never had she the mind on this downtime simply to roam. Much as the woman did now, confidant that her hunters were working hard, knowing of her guardians abilities at the boarder. The Queen walked as this, blissful in the peace of her home as long as life had a moment to offer such peace.
A smile toyed at the woman's grey rimmed lips, bothering not to shake the snow which speckled the black of her backside leaving her in a patchwork display of contrast...And when certain that no one was to hear her childishness, the woman laughed allowed, breaking forth in a run, a jump, a snap at the snow which fell before flopping down into a snow bank below. Elettra lay there on her backside, her back limbs kicked out, her front curled at her chest, every so often reaching up to paw at a falling snow flake. Had she not been so content, she would have lifted to the approach of another and the distinct smell of food.

OOC: Vami, I edited this post to fix your table code. You had an extra closing div that was breaking the board layout. - Shadow

(This post was last modified: Dec 31, 2012, 01:39 AM by Corinna.)

He tracked her just as skillfully as he had discussed with her upon joining – she had tested him and Sica of their abilities to find Kyrie, and in turn they had brought the rather pretty girl home to their Queen. Phineas had not questioned Elettra’s intentions with the she-wolf, though he did not believe them to be harmful. He also had yet to see the girl since he had aided in bringing her home, though that was not odd; he saw little of his pack mates to begin with.

His ears cupped forward at the sound of a delicate laugh. Blinking, the ivory wolf’s pumpkin eyes fell upon the creature lavishing the snow, her lissome figure blanketed with the white snowflakes and her eyes seemingly danced to the skies. Phineas had not considered a more youthful side to the regal she-wolf who had greeted and accepted him to her home – in truth, he could not place her in such a playful manner, and in turn he found a small smile curled at his tainted ebony lips.

Unwilling to make her feel uncomfortable, and yet unable to resist the ebony female, the large male prowled forward, his tail held low yet playful, his muzzle canting slightly as he dropped the morsel to his paws. “A wise lady once told me when I was but a cub that the season of snow was far more enjoyable with company,” he offered, regarding her solemnly. Of course, said lady had been his mother, and he had taken her words truly to heart; winter was the season before courting, and a wolf could scarcely survive alone in such harsh seasons. At this given moment though, the Argyris male was referring to the fun that could be had for winter games.

Thank ye Shadow!

He could not resist her and Elettra awaited in her laying position, her skull turning along the snowy floor to view the white wolf from an up-side, oddly angle, but still none the less noticed easily as Phineas. He had done well here, as of yet, for even though he was not the socialist, his help with retrieving Kyrie, hunting, and being at the boarders on numerous occasions when she had come along had done well enough to let the leader know he was worthy of their space, food, and time. The thought led her to wonder, as he dropped the small, malnourished hare to the ground, if ever he held the idea to stay beyond winter's grip.
"Wise, indeed." She agreed. For whether it meant taking care of each other by food or warmth during the harsh season, it was also the time to find someone worth your wild when spring showed up. It was also a time of play, ice and snow to romp through, catch in your mouth as it fell or slide across if one dared over such unknowing ice. "And how then might you take advantage of my company?" She speaks, her body wiggling around on the ground in the snow, a smirk toying at her expression. Rarely did she have time to relax from the business of being Leader. Rarely was she in a good mood beyond this, or a playful one for that matter. She had wolves to make sure were doing their part, usually herbs to hunt for, boarders to mark and wolves to judge upon acceptance. This was a rarity for Phineas and one any smart wolf would take advantage of.

The tilt of her head along the snowy ground stirred a small smirk upon the male – she compelled him to move closer with this – his muzzle lowering to scoop up the small hare before his ivory paws picked up a pace that was similar to what a Yearling might accomplish. The wriggle of her strong yet lissome figure could be considered enticing by any male, though such thoughts did not stir across the Argyris’ mind – Koda and her made a strong pair, and the ivory male wondered what spring would bring to them in terms of a family.

Yet he lumbered forward, dropping the capture he had gained not long ago in the snow. His walk gave way to one swift leap, falling just inches from her leisurely stretched body where he bowed his figure playfully in the snow. His tail waved behind him, one paw lifting to bat at the ground with the age-old invitation for carefree play. A playful growl slipped past his muzzle, and allowing her to adjust to his presence, it was then that Phineas pounced forward, his muzzle aiming to cast a gentle nip to one outstretched paw before he shot off, hoping to entice her in a game of chase as the snow kicked up about him.

He bounded with the kill, prancing with it triumphantly before tossing it to the floor again and pounding down on the snowy floor with his upper half before her, stomping an air of play. Her body wiggled, her jaws snapping at the falling snow and a snort coming over her, jaws open and reaching, though gaining no hold. When Phineas nips at her, before he even begins to shoot off, Elettra is flipping up onto her belly, long, thick limbs pushing her forth and shooting off into the direction of the lightly colored wolf, camouflaged in this winter wonderland scene.
Elettra is all growls of warning and mock anger, though to any that may hear her bellows without seeing this display may think she was as serious as she had always been. Any whom heard, may turn into the other direction for fear of her wrath. But here, she was fun and games, if only for this moment in time to share with Phineas. As the woman gives chase, she nips at him in the same fashion he did her - at his ankles, as though baying a kill into the direction of ambush.

She wasted no time with his invitation, and as he heard the shift of her figure within the snow to her paws, his strides widened, the huffing of his breath unfurling to the air in wisps of the smoky substance of condensation wihtin the winter. Her mock growls stirred a small grin to his features and as she nipped to his heels, the male attempted to quicken his pace.

While he might have been able to outrun her in terms of longevity, she was much more agile than him, and soon he felt the presence of her slender inked figure charging him swiftly. Rather than wait for her pounce of victory, Phineas skid his large figure, his muzzle swinging down as he quickly turned to her, allowing a cascading wave of snow to kick up beneath his paws. Facing her now, Phineas braced himself as much as he could for such an instant impact, waiting for her to either crash in to him or to gain footing – if anything, this bout of play allowed him to test her abilities, and he thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it – though he would deny fervently that it was because he was within her company – he could never stoop so low as to steal another man’s mate and love, even if he had never truly met Koda.

Had she not been ready for the game, perhaps Elettra would have faltered, running out of speed and energy before she could catch up to the large man before her. But her swiftness and keen reaction time proved to benefit her as a certainty that she would obtain him came into light. She readied herself, pushing incredibly close so that she could by her the seconds she needed to pause and lung. It was in these few seconds that Phineas realized he was finished and whirled around for the on-coming attack. Far too close to stop herself, Elettra went with the momentum, altering herself not to pounce upwards onto him, but to sweep in low, her head leveled with her spine as she attempted to barrel right into him, knocking him back to his feet with her atop and as the victor. Whether the maneuver was successful of failed, it was the best she could do in seconds, transferring the game of chase into an all out wrestle within the snow. Little had she the time for play nor the will for such a game, but where winter was of rest and laziness, the moment felt perfect for this and it was not better fitting then with a male whom demanded much of Elettra's silvery attention towards.

She came at him – not at all put off by the sudden turn about he had given, and with precise skill, the she-wolf barreled in to him, though not as he had expected. She swept lower, a maneuver he had not been prepared for, and just as she had hoped for, the ivory male was flipped to his side, his paws being taken from under him. He landed to the ground with impressive force, stirring a cascade of snow to fly out from his body.

He in turn took this in stride, and rather than roll and attempt to pin her, Phineas instead lifted his paws to make a grab for her features, hoping to grasp her around the neck and pull her to him in what could have been considered a bear hug. A playful growl erupted from his jowls as his muzzle opened, hoping to aim a playful nip to her cheek as they wrestled within the snow. The cold wind swept past him, though he did not find he minded as much as he had before with the reminder of winter. For the first time since he had come to Relic Lore, the Argyris male felt he actually belonged.

The larger they were, the harder they fell, and Phineas was so exception to this rule. A large man, though he was not the thick, bear-like barreling tank of Guiness Thorben. Phineas was tall and built for stamina and agility to maneuver far better then any massive sort. A heavy chest, as her own, long and strong limbs and a hard jaw line to boot. He was of curves and figure, a perfection of a warrior which matched the prowess of Elettra's own self, though more due to his size perhaps in not only gender, but breed. Still her skills with age, practice and upbringing caught him off guard, at least this round. They fell and the tidal wave of snow he created fell down in clusters over the grey form of Elettra Archer.
His forelimbs lifts, embracing her as they moved around ether side of her figure, her own forelimbs straddling ether side of his neck. He reaches to nip at her chin and her body lowers, somewhere resting on him as her limbs fold in order for her own jaws to reach him, attempting to grab the thick fur and skin at the upper portion of his nape, on the side just behind his jawline. Her muzzle would bury into his fur, flurry and white like the snow, with a scent manly wolfish, but fresh like water and chilled due to the romping in the snow. She wonders now, in this rare moment when it was just she and him alone to know, how long it would last. How long before reality of all that was happening to the pack came to light? How long before winter ended and with it, Phineas Argyris?