Sex: Maleooc: For Borlla. :) ic: This was a new place. Fanul lifted his muzzle to the air, smelling the earthy air and enjoying the brief breeze that rippled through his red fur. He had been wandering for a while now; he wasn't sure where he was, but that didn't matter. He didn't have any particular place to be, nor did he want to be anywhere. The mascu had a sort of wanderlust, and not for the thrill of adventure necessarily, but because he didn't have a home. Stumbling from place to place seemed to be what he was good at doing now. Yet, despite all of the hardships that came with being a lonewolf, that was what he preferred. Of course, he didn't know much about pack life, so he couldn't make that comparison. Perhaps he was much like that fox in the story of The Fox and the Grapes, fickle because he had never had the chance at such a lifestyle. Fanul didn't think of it in those terms, however. He would just continue with his wandering until he found something worth staying for... |
The forest was quite a distance from Swift River, but this is the way she'd come when she'd returned, and when Junai had come back. Maybe she wasn't as familiar with it as some were, but the groaning and creaking of the trees against the chilly wind didn't frighten her. The fact that none of her family was lurking nearby failed to unsettle her. She may as well just have been another lone wolf. But the usual thoughts trickled into her consciousness, and she knew she couldn't. Tired of walking now, she settled against a slightly gnarled and holey tree, and stretched out her forelimbs into the fallen leaves.<b style="color:#32527a">"speech."
ooc; Apologies for the lateness. :) My finals are now over! ic; His paws crunched softly amidst the scattered leaves, and a silent wind could be felt brushing through his thick pelt. This seemed to be the perfect place for wolves and beasts of all sorts. It was cool enough to shelter from the summer sun and would serve as a haven from the blistering winter snow days. Fanul was as curious of this place as ever. A light scent was lifted in the air, however, and he wondered who had stepped into this area. It smelled of another wolf, he decided. He was no longer alone. Fanul thought about leaving at first, for he wasn't sure if he would like who he found, but then had second thoughts. He hadn't come into contact with a wolf for a long while. He was getting kind of lonely... With a wily grin, he stepped forward, through the trees and toward the direction of he newcomer. When she came into view, a femme resting within the gnarled clutches of an old tree, Fanul stopped several meters away. "Ah. So you're here," he said as casually as though he had met her lifetimes before. |
The crunching of leaves, not in time with her own movements, grabbed her attention. There was a wolf here. Borlla eyed him cautiously. His fur was kind of funny looking. Red, interesting. But he spoke to her as if he'd known her from somewhere before. <b style="color:#32527a">"I...Don't know you." She slowly responded to his own statement, rich honey eyes looking at the male with mild confusion. <b style="color:#32527a">"speech."
She was confused. Well, of course she was. Fanul was often times very confusing; he was like that on purpose, mostly because he didn't wish for others to understand his intentions, whatever they were. Sometimes even he neglected to understand. With that same smile on his face, he merely glanced at her briefly. "Perhaps not," he replied quite simply. "But you are, indeed, here, and so my statement still stands valid." He glanced around with his golden eyes, those clever orbs that seemed to be filled with a playful regret. This forest was still new to him. Exploring it would have to wait, however, as ignoring a young lady would have been rude-- not that Fanul gave much thought to manners. "So you say that you don't know me. Well, let me tell you that I go by Fanul Rhapsody." She now had his name, so she could no longer make the argument that she didn't know him. Of course, there is more to a wolf than simply a name, but that name was a good start, yes? |
<b style="color:#32527a">"Fa-nul?" She stuck her tongue out at the end, over-exaggerating the last few letters of the red male's name. <b style="color:#32527a">"I'm Borlla Tainn." The Swift River girl responded easily, without much of an expression on her face. She hadn't cracked a smile yet. He hadn't earned it. <b style="color:#32527a">"I like Rhapsody better. Can I call you that?" Pale brows rose up, and she waited patiently for his response.
<b style="color:#32527a">"speech."
Fanul could sense that flicker of irritation within her, and his inwardly chuckled to himself. It wasn't his goal to cause this annoyance, but the fact that he did it so unintentionally said something about this young she-wolf that may be useful to know in the future. He stored the information in the back of his mind. Fanul was like that-- he was manipulative for his intents and purposes, though he had yet to know what they were. He was a rogue, a wanderer in the present moment, and he would have to spend some time figuring out with he wanted in life before delving into his master plan. "Whatever suits you," he replied to Borlla on the topic of his name. If she preferred his surname, then that was fine. Fanul didn't care how others addressed him-- the name itself was unimportant after all. What came next was a question Fanul had been harboring in himself ever since he had seen this pup. "What are you doing here by yourself?" he asked, his tone purely inquisitive with no hint as to how young she was and how she shouldn't have been away from her pack by herself. He had no right to make that assumption anyway, for he, too, had wandered the world alone for many years. |
He seemed so standoffish. That was something that annoyed her. Like he just didn't care. Why not? Why didn't he care! Her brows furrowed, and her tail tip twitched as he shot a question at her. A look of disgust crossed her face, and her back teeth flashed in her grimace. <b style="color:#32527a">"What's that supposed to mean?" The Tainn girl growled, taking a step towards him. <b style="color:#32527a">"I can go wherever I want, who whoever I went, whenever I want!" What was wrong with everyone? Even when she'd been younger, they'd all been so worried about her. Why? Nothing bad had ever happened, and she'd been perfectly capable of taking care of herself throughout everything. If anything, she radiated independence and every single synonym of it. <b style="color:#32527a">"speech."