shove it

Fiora Geddes

harlot, starlet, raising hell all over town

On the tail of a tasty treat Fiora had found her delicate paw-steps taking her up the rise of the valley, away from the magnolias she so desperately adored and toward the surrounding forest. Most days she battled her opposite desires - on one hand she wanted a family, a home, a place where she belonged without even the smallest doubt. On the other, she was horribly lazy, and selfish, and her crippling self esteem prevented her from trying out any of the tasks that the yearling might want to undertake as a role some day. The war in her mind raged day in day out; rarely ever did a victor emerge.

But today was no such day. Today she had decided to make someone proud, damn it, even if it was just herself. The teenager was tall and limber and capable of all sorts of things (so she told herself) if she would only just try. When her quivering nose caught the scent of rabbit nearby she sprang an idea so genius she considered herself gifted for it. Fiora would go out there and catch that rabbit and bring it back for Kyros and Hypatia, and then that way she'd impress Borlla and this mysterious Phineas man, and then she wouldn't be so worthless after all!

She'd tracked the hare, young but naive, through the surrounding trees until it stopped for longer than a moment. It appeared to be having a nice little bath in the rays of sunlight that streamed through the cracks in the forest canopy, little brown paws moving furiously between mouth and ears. Now was the perfect time to strike. Fiora leaned forward, poised to bolt forward and snatch the creature up in her unforgiving jaws - but she misplaced her gangly limb, overreaching and letting a branch snap beneath her tawny paw. Instantly the hare's head snapped to attention.

Fiora hadn't even the time to exhale the breath that had caught in her throat before he'd cleared the area completely, bounding forever away into the forest. Just like that her brilliant opportunity had vanished. It took the yearling several moments to even realize she had to go back to square one; that little thing was well and far away from her and she doubted it would come back. Horribly disappointed in herself the ice-eyed beauty simply stood, a grimace on her ruddy face as she considered drowning herself in the Creek for such a stupid, stupid mistake.

sorry 'bout it

art - threads
adopt laoise?

This looked lonely! I'll be scarce the next few weeks.. but I couldn't let this sit here any longer, so I apologize for any wait I might give you!

He moved with a heavy lumber, given his height and weight, yet still it was with an undefined grace. His prowl was a regal one – one that bestowed any onlooker no question who the master of this realm was, and the only time he became docile in his stance was when his mate was by his side.. and perhaps his two children. The Argyris wolf had never been ambitious before his parents death – his rise to leadership of Asphodel Meadows had only been stirred by his grief for his sire and dam, and the realization that the pack would need to move forward. He had been challenged, but given his blood right, he defeated each challenge, whether with the force of submission upon another or not. After his dispersal from the pack and his ex-mate’s treachery, Phineas’ only desire was to have the cubs he had once thought to have.. and thus Magnolia Glen was born. Today the male sought the forest of the glen, his figure weaving the tall trees before a scent drifted to him. He recognized the scent – a yearling Borlla had accepted, yet the ivory Leader had yet to meet the young girl, and so with a moment of hesitation, Phineas switched his path to trail after Fiora instead. He came to her side – perhaps till unnoticed as her attention remained riveted upon a hare basking in the sunlight. His lip twitched with amusement as he heard the snap of foliage, his fiery eyes noting the sudden jolt of the rabbit’s head as it came to a calculated decision. His eyes drifted once more to the girl, witnessing what appeared to be frustration or disappointment upon her slender features. Sliding out from the foliage to make his presence fully known, if it had not been before, the regal wolf curled his tail higher, his gleaming eyes studying the yearling with a stoical mask. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#ACBCCA;">“They’re tricky, rabbits,” he murmured in ways of greeting, hoping not to embarrass the young beauty before him.