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Post by Creole on Oct 22, 2011 20:40:45 GMT -5
The sun was just setting over the horizon, the clouds in the sky fading into the darkness that was sweeping over the sky as the stars followed the waving darkness. Staring into the sky as the blanket of darkness rode over the sky, Creole had an unusual smirk on his face. With the dark came the stars, with the stars came the shooting ones, and with those, well, those came dreams. Creole even in his two years never dreamed so much as he had recently the past few months of his travelling. It had been slightly rough on the Kukkien the past month, the prey not as easy to capture since the shaking of his body began. He knew he was entering that moment of thought that he dreaded. The loneliness he felt made his rather chipper mood go down and into the dumps. But the stars and the moon seemed to always smile and cheer him up. Plopping his rump down on the grass beneath him, he gazed up at the now blackened sky. A smile tugged at his muzzle as he closed his eyes and wrapped his tail around his paws. He found himself swaying with the soft breeze that blew into his thick fur, the grass on his head starting to weigh him down as he slowly folded his legs beneath him and laid against the earth. His chin rested on a soft piece of grass and the smile stayed there. His features were relaxed, the breeze blowing through the plants on his back and neck, the soft pulls of their roots deep within his mane letting him know that they were still there.
Despite his slight travelling now, the plants of fern and monkey grass along his mane still held their ground deep within the roots of his mane. He took great care of his friends and would give them just the right amount of sun and shade. But the waterside is what he enjoyed. Though he couldn’t swim, and not well for that matter, Creole enjoyed the water’s creasing sounds. But with no water around him, he simply enjoyed the soft sounds of the world around him. He soon found himself humming deep within his chest, knowing that he wouldn’t catch anything today. But with the jackrabbit he caught earlier, he wasn’t going to complain. So he enjoyed his time. [/size]
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Post by Gypsy on Oct 28, 2011 13:24:48 GMT -5
((Sorry it took so long for someone to get to you)) [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg]The night had fallen softly enough, and it was clear and crisp with decent visibility. A dark, lithe shape moved carefully through the marshy grass. Her long, willowy legs made it easy enough to navigate with out the hassle of being water logged or blinded by tall grass. The female had dark, fine fur that ruffled slightly as she moved. Upon her lean back was a pair of blue morpho butterfly wings. Upon her small head were a pair of blue bauble antenna. An elegant and beautiful sennyo in appearance, however her cold blue eyes seemed to speak differently.
A wanderer at heart, at times she would slip away from her pack land in the canyon to see other sights in the world. Her alpha had not really been around much to speak of anyway. Too busy taking care of new puppies...or making alliances with other packs. Her pointed ears flicked back on her head at the thought of other packs. The Mafia had left her in a sour mood, she had visited seeking one individual, found him, but ended up not getting what she wanted anyway. Always the fickle, and cold-hearted female she opted just to walk away to be angry. If he wanted to apologize, he would have to seek her out this time. If he remembered.
She scented the air, in her brooding she had found herself in another packs territory. She paused, trying to get a handle on who owned this land and where they were. The scents seemed stale in the air. She doubted anyone would challenge her presence. And if they did, she was just passing through. She kept walking and came upon a sort of a clearing. She stopped still when she saw the shape of some sort of creature ahead, hidden in the grass. Wait....the grass was moving with them?
It took the century old female a moment to place it. No scent that she could really pinpoint, but a wolf covered in grasses. Must be a kukkien. It was interesting, she hardly interacted with such a short lived species. Their life was just like a blink to her...how could they live full lives in so few years? Perhaps she should venture to ask, it would be a pleasant distraction from her own musings. She purposely stepped on a branch to herald her arrival, it would not be polite to sneak up on them now would it? She allowed a bemused smirk to cross her velvety maw. | |
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Post by Creole on Oct 29, 2011 13:33:21 GMT -5
Creole’s ear twitched when he heard the soft snap of a branch. He slowly lifted his head and turned slowly and across his muzzle spread a soft and warming smile. ”Oh hello. Have the stars called to you too?” He asked with the smile. His voice was deep and soothing. With the trickling wind blowing on his ferns and grass on his mane he didn’t make a move to stand. His head went back to the sky and then back at the lanky female. ”You may join me if you wish. It’s a beautiful night and would be more so with company.” Creole moved his tail, turning when he saw a small rodent run from beneath his tail fern. ”Oh..seems I lost a snack.” He muttered. He actually had failed to notice that anything had got into his plants. With their roots now thick in his fur it was getting harder to figure if small rodents were hiding in his coat. He gave a very soft chuckle and moved into a more relaxed laying position. His bright eyes danced across the sennyo’s frame, the small wings on her back making him smile just a bit more. He felt something landing on his grassy Mohawk above his eyes, glancing up to see a dragonfly perched on it. Creole kept his body still, but his eyes went back to her. He was hoping for her to join him possibly or maybe the other way around. Was she part of a pack that he could possible join? The swamp already felt like home to him, and it was the perfect atmosphere for his plants. [/size] Note: No worries, been busy myself with drawing
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Post by Gypsy on Oct 31, 2011 11:10:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg]The female gave him a suspicious look. Was he that confident in his abilities he didn't think anything was a threat to him? Or perhaps he didn't care if some rouge loner slipped in to tear out his throat. The short lived seemed to have either too much caution or to little in her mind. Then again, here she was second guessing if she should come closer. Urg....was she getting so complacent with those around her that she became wary? Yes she was fragile, but she had been alive this long with her confidence and skills.
The dark female stepped closer, making a wide arch so as not to bring herself in striking distance. He didn't smell like a pack...well he didn't smell much wolf either with all those plants and pules of dirt on him. She snorted a little at his question, "I come to no ones call....let alone the faceless stars." She had already invited herself before his words fell upon her ears.
She lifted a paw as the mouse skittered by, she wasn't hungry, nor was she big on that kind of meat. She preferred fruit and fish. "Maybe you should have kept better track of it, stranger." Her voice matched his, she had a smooth tone tonight, though it was ringed in frost. She remained standing and looked down at him. Her cold blue eyes studying his features. Her long, feather-light tail floated slightly behind her narrow frame. "Most wolves are not so bold as to linger in pack territory alone, I suppose one with your...." she glanced over his plants, "...assets has ways around detection." | |
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Post by Creole on Nov 2, 2011 5:56:40 GMT -5
Creole gave her a rather charming smile at her comment and a soft chuckle to boot. His bright eyes watched her with the softest glint thanks to the moon's bouncing rays. He gave another laugh at her comment to the mouse. He wasn't all that bit hungry but then again he never knew when his next meal would be exactly. His paws crossed over each other and again he shifted his weight in his lying position. He gave a shake of his fur which ruffled his ferns on his neck. His ear flopped just a bit at her last comment seemingly to hear that she was in fact taking his whole stature in.
His attention had moved from her but back at her ending statement. "Who says I am not wishing to join such a pack? But you are correct. Most walk by and don't notice I'm around. You'll have to forgive me for being so bold I suppose." Slowly Creole stood, his fur showing more as he moved slowly to face her, standing at a soft ease. "I am Creole, but you may call me Loui." He gave a soft bow of his head and then afterwards held it in a high and proud stature, the same smile across his muzzle.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 2, 2011 11:05:14 GMT -5
At least he thought she was amusing, not that her point was to make him laugh. She wondered briefly if he took her seriously. The thought of being looked down on made the ire rise in her heart. She held her tongue though. She put the thought to the back of her mind, because if there was one thing she was, it was fickle. And it was good to have memories to bring up to justify a grudge if one were to arise out of this meeting.
She did not know the name of the pack that dwelled here, or if she did she didn't think it was worth remembering. As he moved to look at her and stand before her she looked down her nose at him. She was almost a foot taller than he was, yet he had more bulk and out weighed her by 40 lbs. Her tail wavered idly as a breeze passed by. "Well, if you want to join the pack here, might want to make yourself known. Doesn't smell like they have been in this part of their territory for a while." She gave a slight smirk, "You might not be bold enough yet."
She turned her body a little, allowing him more of look at her thin physique. Maybe tonight could prove entertaining, even if she didn't much care for his species. She ignored his name, and sidestepped him, slipping past him and brushing her tail lightly by his side. She went to investigate the little patch of grass the mouse had hidden in. She wasn't hungry either, but it gave her something to do while she decided where to take the conversation. "I suppose this is a good place for a kukkien, if you like swamp plants." That gave her an idea "Ever have herbs take root in that mane of yours?" She glanced over her narrow shoulder at him. As she said it, the idea quickly faded. Kukkien didn't live long enough to have one follow her around growing her herb.
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Post by Creole on Nov 3, 2011 0:33:56 GMT -5
It had been a while since Creole had flirted and it seemed that his body wanted to shake from it. But he continued to smile at her and even allow a soft chuckle in his throat to escape again. He took her her slender form and felt his thigh muscle twitch. He stood still as she walked around, the soft brush of her tail against his fur and his head following her as she went and investigate his ferns. He gave a bigger smile at her first comment. Yes, he did adore swamps. At her question however he turned his head completely, having to move just a bit to actually look at her.
"Honestly no. Or if they did I dont remember. I've had these plants embedded in my mane for a long while. It's not doubt that I could. Because of the care they need, I have plenty of room for more. What brings your question if I may ask?" His eyes watched her with a questioning curiosity.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 4, 2011 13:47:58 GMT -5
Her eyes trailed up his tail and toward his face, taking in all the assortment of plants upon him. Kukkien were strange indeed. She had not really spent too much time with them, only long enough to know the generalizations of their species. His scent was musty, not quite the musk she looked for in males, but then again she had a tendency to change her mind at whims.
He gave her a questioning look when she asked about the herb tending. He made a good point, herbs were as fickle as she was. But more sensitive. The herb she sought most often was heartier, but still vulnerable to the elements. Moving them around would not be good for them. "Your point is valid, some herbs do require special circumstance. But some have healing properties and other uses that could be useful if you were to travel more. I ask because there are some I search for on occasion."
She turned away from him and looked for a dry spot to sit. She had been walking for a while, maybe a nice rest in the company of stars and a male would do her well. Especially since it was a male that was strange to her. To many she had encountered held grudges or fanciful ideas about her. She quietly tucked her rear under her body and sat on some soft grass.
She let her wings open to take in the moonlight, and laid her antennae down her neck, so the baubles fell just short of her shoulders and glowed softly. She would let him carry the conversation on from there. For the moment she just enjoyed the cool weather against her dark fur.
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Post by Creole on Nov 5, 2011 1:09:06 GMT -5
Her sleek fur and the simple way the she-wolf carried herself continued to keep Creole's attention. True he hadn't had much for female company but she was turning out to be quite an enjoyment addition to the night. He gave her a smile at her statement. Though it was true, he didn't wish to travel too much now. He wanted to settle down, possibly have a female to bare his children, but you can't wish for too much can you? Besides, he still had at least a few more years.
He watched her leave just a few feet away to search for a spot to sit. He walked quietly over and accompanied her by taking a seat beside her, his large figure overcasting hers in width while she had him at height. "If I should find them, I will consider their roots. The plants are the closes friends I have and my care for them is always mostly before my own." He looked over at her again, taking in her spreaded wings, her antenna against her neck, her dark fur contrasting in the moonlight to him.
You are rather beautiful if I may say so. It's been rare that I am talked to, so your company is grateful." He wasn't sure how to explain it, but in almost a blush, if it was possible, he looked away and at the grass beneath him.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 8, 2011 10:55:17 GMT -5
Her ears twitched a little as he went on about the plants. It was odd to her that anyone would nurture something at the cost of their own well-being. She was fiercely self-centered and always put herself above others. The years had been hard on her as far as companionship went. She learned early on that she could not rely on anyone to take care of her, so why should she take care of anything else aside herself? It added to her cold demeanor. However at the moment she was more amiable than usual.
She felt his eyes on her and allowed a slight smirk to cross her velvety maw. She liked being told she was beautiful, she liked being the center of attention. Her vanity knew no bounds. Yet his words made her give him a sideways glance. Did others not talk to him because of his species? She decided to follow that thought, curious, "Not much of a social butterfly? Or is there a different reason?" She remained sitting straight,, looking down at the larger male. Her butterfly wings fluttered slightly, catching the moonlight.
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Post by Creole on Nov 9, 2011 6:11:50 GMT -5
Creole gave her a smile at her question and looked away, up at the stars. But after a while his comforting smile slacked and his body slumped. "...I tend to be avoided. In my frustration I leave them and then later on regret it. The way they think, because my life is so short that maybe they don't find it that they should even befriend me. But over the time, I just decided to live my life the way I wish to. and the ones I meet, maybe will appreciate the time they take to sit down." He turned to her and smiled once again, his slumping changing as he brought himself back up. "I hope one day to find a pack that will take me as who and what I am. " He curled his tail around, taking a look at his large fern on his mane. The travels he'd done had tired the fern out and he could see the fainting colors on its leaves. He leaned down to nose the plant, testing the soil beneath it and realizing it was being overtaken by the neighboring monkey grass. "Oh dear..." [/color] He reached deep in his roots as he began to trim and actually tear at the monkey grass near the fern. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 14, 2011 10:00:52 GMT -5
She raised a brow at his changing posture. It was strange seeing wolves that exposed their emotions so easily. She herself kept her true emotions hidden away behind her frozen facade of self-confidence. Yes, she was confident, but she would be dammed if anyone knew the deepest recesses of her frigid heart. Maybe he was too young to have her mindset, or maybe he didn't care. She appreciated wolves that spoke their mind.
She decided to step around his explanation. She wasn't planning on getting close to anyone, no matter the age. He seemed very glad that she was there with him. Another odd sensation, most wolves that actually talked to her for more than a few minutes either wanted something more, or realized how heartless she was. Friendship had never really been a factor in her endeavors. She made it a point to avoid prolonged relationships. Then again...she had joined a pack.
His wistful thinking for a pack let her segue into the next topic. "Well, there was a pack here. I don't think they are around anymore. I know of a few packs in the area. What did you have in mind? Maybe I could--" Help? That was odd for her to offer with out getting something in return. "Maybe I could enlighten you. Suggest a fit." Her eyes hit the pale light of the night and gleamed as she watched him groom his plants. "Neighborly dispute?" She chuckled slightly at her own joke.
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Post by Creole on Nov 19, 2011 8:33:09 GMT -5
Creole looked back, some grass in his muzzle as he gave a chuckle to her. "Oh yes...it always tries to overtake the fern." He tossed the extra away and groomed it some before he looked back at her. " Your enlightenment would be appreciated actually. You have probably done more traveling then myself." Another soft chuckle as he swayed his tail back behind him. His eyes went back to the sky above him, the sparkling stars tat twinkled in the sky that now seemed lighter. Perhaps it was that his eyes were adjusting. It would be like that. He gave a soft chuckle, just a random one as he soon began to laugh out loudly. He noticed his sudden outburst and stopped, still smiling widely. "Sorry, I just felt like laughing. It's a good release sometimes. He stated, his bright teal eyes gazing at the sky. Notes: Thought a change of color would do. that orange is painful to see after a while lol.
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Post by Gypsy on Nov 22, 2011 9:35:03 GMT -5
(( I like this color better, thank you, lol. Also wanted to remind you we have a 200 word count minimum now for the posts. Not including the coding or OOC notes.))
She watched him preen himself. She was no stranger to priming and grooming, however she was vain and wanted to always look her best. This guy was organizing his plants....not wanting neighbors to hurt each other. Hmm. She wondered if that was like having pups. Keeping them from fighting...making sure they didn't die. Too much work. Though it did make her think on the only litter she had the came to term. She idly wondered how long it took them to die after she left them.
Pushing that thought from her head, she heard him ask for her enlightenment. She smiled, enjoying the fact the conversation moved back to her, "Well, I do enjoy traveling, it keeps me entertained. If you want a pack that are in a territory where your plants might survive....I would suggest the more Eastern territories." She paused to smooth her narrow tail that floated back to the ground.
She looked back at him, "Lake Amarenthyst is home to the Alliance...but they just changed their name to the Centena Accord. The Lumera Valley is home to the Children. Which is in alliance with my pack and a pack to the north, The Enclave." She glanced over his body again "As far as I know, those two packs are pretty open to all species. The other pack terrains might not fit your plant needed. My pack is the Cadre, but it is in a desert canyon. The Enclave is relatively cold for most the year. But they are good packs if you want to try them."
She didn't want to mention the Mafia at all, she was still angry with the alpha of that pack, so she saw no need to help him out by sending him potentially new members. It had been too long since she had been the the frozen Tundra to see the Empire, but she figured the climate there would be to extreme for a kukkien.
She was caught off guard a little when he started laughing. She narrowed her eyes a little, not trusting the circumstances of the laughter. Her small ears twitched at his explanation. Just laughing to laugh? How peculiar. Her tail twitched a little and brushed him by accident as it went to float back up as a small breeze stirred their conversation. "A release from what?"
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Post by Creole on Nov 23, 2011 3:05:23 GMT -5
Creole’s attention was souly on the she-wolf beside him as she spoke. He tried to recall the places he had travelled and felt that the Eastern territories, what she had also suggested, was where his plants also thrived. But he knew he would have to sacrifice something in order to have what he needed. He could always get more plants but he also knew that because the plants along his mane had been with him for so long that when and if they die he might not be able to grow more unless he himself tore their roots. He didn’t like thinking about it and thus it had come down to it. Knowing he slightly even zoned off after her first words he had to bring himself back into the present when she spoke again. He looked at her eyes, seeing them also on him as she began explaining. So the Children were in alliance with her pack? His muzzle slightly frowned when she mentioned that her pack however was stationed in the desert canyon. He would keep his ferns and monkey grass over any cacti. The Enclave is cold which was a reason he didn’t want to go. Moist and humid areas are the best for him. He turned away from her for a moment.
With what she said, now he had to decide what pack exactly would be best for him. His head went down, odd once more for he normally kept it up high even in his thinking. He happened to glance at her after his laugh and simply smiled, her tail brushed his but hadn’t even felt it touched him. When she asked, Creole lifted his head again to the heavens. ”From the inevitable…from the coming thought of death. I tend to enjoy the little things in my life.” He gave a soft huffing laugh, his muzzle closed as he smiled tenderly. ”I thank you for your insight. It has been rather enlightening. I must say that I may seek out the Children or the Centena Accord you first mentioned. Perhaps before my life ends I will enjoy the last bits of it.”
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