Heartleaf Creek show the world your beauty

<b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;"> Every single day he would wake up and feel the strength in his bones like his desire to rule a pack would soon become reality but with the setting sun he grew restless. His process was taking so much longer than usual and he blamed the fact that no one could be bought these days with the idea of power or superiority. Didn’t anybody want to bask in the glow of his strength and charm? If he was a woman, he would swoon at himself (his man self) and want nothing more than to bow before him and bend to his every will. Where were those kinds of women?
He had moved his den location yet again (his habit of not sleeping anywhere twice for the sake of someone actually liking him enough to find him and have a chat) and was only just now realizing that his reason was a horrible reason. Now, if anyone thought about his idea and decided it was awesome they wouldn’t know where to look. The swarthy knight cursed at himself and found himself wishing that he had not been so quick to jump onto his undying habits. However, knowing his self-confidence he quickly moved his thoughts and his stride towards Heartleaf Creek (which was the most ridiculously named place ever because leaves don’t have hearts) so that he could take a bath and make yet another mark on the day.
Inkheart set his paws inside of the Creek’s innards and dove within, covering himself in water before rising and setting himself along the shore. His hair was dripping wet along his muscular physique and he shook once, then twice, his hair spiking a peculiar Mohawk before settling down with the weight of water. Time to go get the day!

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( seeing as when she first entered the lands, she was weak, and stayed with vlar for a few days in grizzly hollow to get better, im unaware if el is in the pack or not, since that is still being played out. but most likely she will be. just fyi. )

If he was looking for a woman to bend to his will and lick at his paws, he had clearly ran into the wrong woman this falling day. Unlike himself, she did not wake and pray for power and success, for the woman already moved with the radiance of power. Nobility lingered in her bloodline and with each step it showed. If she would not be given her respect, she would fight for it. She would cherish the hierarchy of a pack, despite her wandering heart, but the woman knew what she wanted and if she did, she would bite and claw her way to this. At the moment, having just entered the lands but days ago, she was content with herself and where she was. For too long she had traveled, knowing all to well the hardships of being a loner. Once sore and swollen, the woman had taken sanctuary under he watchful and kind gaze of Grizzly Hollow's second. She was well now, if by her bidding, whether Elettra was willing to admit this or not.

Now she felt alive again- herself. Her long limbs carried her high, supporting her curvy hips and plush chest. Her tail was level, if not slightly elevated, head high in it's usual form. The perfection of the cedarwood forest seemed all to well for her; the cover of the forest, yet the sky still open enough to see the light of day or the falling of the sun. Protection was granted within the forest, yet with enough room to run free, providing plenty of hunting opportunity unlike some overcrowd woodland. Not to mention the easy supply of water, which hung within the large leafy formations. Yet this setting of the sun she was eager for more and strayed towards the sound of flowing water. She moved there with an air of confidence and without care, easing towards the water's edge. Yet stricken was she, by the shaking sound of another, and the charcoal wolf's appearance there. Respect was often granted even though she was weary of others and her trust was much hard to gain. So for now she was silent, even as her pale, eerie gaze haunted his figure. After a moment, she would take a lick to her creamy lips with a salmon tongue, dipping her head for a drink.

(This post was last modified: Apr 12, 2011, 11:58 PM by Elettra.)

<b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;"> As strict as it would seem he was Inkheart did not care if his woman bent to his will or not. To him, he was either look for brawn or desirable beauty because both qualities had never been seen in a woman by his fiery eyes. He was attracted to women who had the head on straight and those who could hold their head with confident and testify their strength or to those who were pleasurable to look at and to keep around for certain hobbies. The woman he was essentially after was mostly beauty; however, he saw in her an unmatched intelligence and foreign knowledge that he had never encountered before which automatically made her desirable. She knew about things that he had never known about before—like elephants and how they were these huge creatures with huge paws and large ears. Amelie was desired and unattainable, thus he had to have her.
Being a loner had become increasingly difficult in the past month or two because he was realizing just how alone he felt. He had just turned three two months ago and had yet to do anything decent with his life. Sure, he had had plenty of women come in and out of his life but as this age he certainly was losing most everything that a man at his time already had. Instinctively he lifted his head to peer out into the light of the forest only to notice a woman. This female was not outstandingly gorgeous like his future dame but she had this look on her face like knew business and this was attractive nonetheless. With his hair loose and drying quickly he pulled his head up to look at her and gave her a nice bark to ensure her that she was not alone.

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Far from just a pretty face, someone to stare at and perhaps use for good blood and beautiful children. She was not the queen to sit back, smiling and waving, batting her beautiful blue eyes. No, her eyes, cold and cynical, were narrowed upon the wolf not far, speculating, pondering. She was beautiful in her own right, but did not glow in a pearly white coat. She was mixed in grays and silvers, pointed with solid black markings along her nose, ears and tail, in the brightening of the sun, unseen now, even golden glows could be hinted along her coat. But this was not perfection. She did not go without blemish, for along her limbs and muzzle, if any could grant close enough entry, she was nicked and scarred from her rough life both in pack and rogue. She had no problem with roughing herself up if it meant getting somewhere. She was unattainable as well, but unlike the one he was after, she was not desired and was happy by this. And then he would bark, sounding that she had company. Pulling her wet mug from the water's and taking another long lip of her lips, she would only stare towards him once more. So he was here, and she noticed him...and what?

<b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;"> Scars were an attractive thing on a woman because it showed that they had enough strength in them to wear them with dignity. They could fight just like he could and would not cower in the face of danger… this woman, whoever she was, would make a great Queen. However, Inkheart was not without a plan. As soon as the woman had worn her eyes out on the buff, dark and handsome man staring at her he raised his hackles and began a full-speed run at her through the shallow waters with his jaw open and teeth exposed.
It was quite obvious that this was challenge and whether or not she reacted well to it or simply moved away only to question would be his deciding answer. He did not intend to fully harm her but if worse came to worse then he would do what he had to do but his goal was simply to see what all she could bring to the plate and hope that his judgment was correct.

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It was only a moment of her standing there- tail at a level sway between her limbs, head lowered to meet his gaze with a narrowed stare, just enough that her chin brushed the stirred waters. In a flash, he crossed the distance between them in seconds, despite the disadvantage he had running through water- his long limbs provided him with the speed needed. Any other wolf might have run in fear of intimidation, but Elettra quickly stood her own, far too new to the lands to be booted out so quickly. Eyes remained protectively narrowed, her black ears quickly falling flat to protect herself, and her claws drilled through the earth to try and hold her placement, preparing for impact. Wildly did he come, jaws open, yet it would seem in his run he held no defense, and no real direction, making her wonder if this was some false attack to get her running from this area he might claim of her own. Yet Elettra would not be running. Her jaws now agape just the same, she waited for him to get close- get within reaching distance, before she would lunge forward and upward. With her skull coming from a lower stand point then his own (not only because her head was hanging low, but because he was naturally much taller) her jaws aimed to sneak up from under his chin to the base of his muzzle, and snag onto the unprotected area of his throat.

<b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;"> Inkheart was but a child born of a fight and when he saw a chance of test he was going to do what he could to find out another’s weakness. This stranger did not move or flinch, hesitate or run but she stood there and eventually let her own challenge return. Once he got close enough to feel the invigorating warmth of another body he made a sudden halt in front of her with his chest heaving with consistent snarls reverberating from his throat, he stared deeply into the eyes of his companion. His tail raised, his head level so that a good grasp of his throat would be near impossible and his hackles raised—he expected a challenge but he was only out to see if she recognized this as a threat or if she saw the initial plan.

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Somehow, even though he priory had changed without defense, coming running up to her, she had missed her mark, jaws snapping onto nothing but air, and a large, ferrous growl echoed from her clapped jaws. In a moment, she would pull back, head still lowered, her limbs shifted outward and bending to a crouch to where she would be lower then the tall, leggy male, providing an advantage against him. As he stopped, not attacking, she could only assume this was a dominance threat, but she had no means of being dominated. Instant, she tried to turn the tables, her jaws once more striking out to him, who stood just before her, in an attempt to slice the fronts of her teeth down his blackened nose.

<b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;"> It had been a while since he had openly challenged somebody or led himself up to show an attempt at dominance thus he was intrigued. She had bent herself down with a riling snarl only to fling back up at him in an attempt to grab at his muzzle and perhaps to tear skin as a means of saying that he needed to back the hell up. Inkheart opened his jaws wide as he mimicked her movement with the anticipated arrangement that teeth would meet teeth, gums would meet gums but Inkheart quickly rose onto his four paws to push at her shoulder to gather momentum into this pressing matter. This stranger was fighting well and gathered the angles but he could not get a proper recording just yet.

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And as it became teeth on teeth, her jaw now wrapped within his own, Elettra's jaws slammed shut, in hopes to clamp down on his lower jaw which should have already been in her mouth from his previous move. He had managed to unremarkable dodge her since, and he would not realistically miss this. Although in this position, he would be able to clamp his jaws around her upper jaw, she still felt as though she would have the advantage- as the upper jaw was attached to the skull, whilst the lower was much easier to tear off. And so, she would aim to clamp her jaws hard onto his lower one, hold strong, to tear into his flesh- into his tongue. With his shove, she slide back, claws slashing through the muck beneath her, but his shove would only hinder himself, causing her head to jerk back, pulling at whatever she may be holding in her mouth.