Play Time [open to males]

[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/gback-2.jpg] "Speaking" The spring days had marched on, leaving no leaf unattended by the new green that spread through it all. The fires that had riddled the land some years ago had scant any reminders. Gypsy's long, slender legs carried her slight body across the spring grass and flowers. Her dark pelt stood out greatly against the light background. Her cold blue eyes scanned the terrain for any sort of...entertainment. Despite being stuffed u in a male dominated pack, no males had showed any interest in helping her alleviate her frustrations. They were too noble, or too busy...blech. She hated it, it was bad enough that Ahote was parading his harem by her, one that she was not a member of. The spite she felt for the larger females that entertained him made the venom of her heart even greater. Yes she knew the yagi male could wound her in that process, but the fact they butted heads on other issues was what kept them from attempting anything. Now a days she only returned to the Enclave to touch base with Rhiannon. She was waiting for the day that either Rhia would dissolve the pathetic pack they were both in, or their ragtag band would head back to the canyon. Yes they were allies with the Enclave, but she was bored with that pack as well. She needed something to entertain herself with. Her thoughts wandered now and then to the Rouge males she had encountered in the past months. Maybe she should return to the nomadic lifestyle... she had been a loner most of her ridiculously long life anyway. She would not have these pesky duties to attend, and she would see more travelers to warm her den at night. Or at the very least her loins. Her butterfly wings bounced lazily upon her sleek back. The dazzling blue adding more color to the terrain. Her antennae twitched and flicked now and then. She paused and looked toward the horizon. Yes. a storm was coming. The glowing baubles seemed to tell her what the weather was going to do, so she turned and began walking toward the gathering clouds. A nice, strong breeze picked up as she moved, caressing her silky black coat. She found walking in the rain to be oddly soothing. Her long, light weight tail seemed to act as a wind sock, catching the wind and moving with it. The rain would be a small respite, but she wanted something more. A meaningless game to ease to ache in her libido. Her petite frame moved easily through the prairie as she kept an eye out for predators, prey and potential partners. Far off she could see the silhouettes of a few averrians. She paused, making sure they were not heading toward her. It seemed to be a small band moving away from the storm, but also away from the sennyo. She licked her chops as she remembered what their eggs tasted like, she wondered where her partner in crime had run off too. She was not hungry, but the idea of recruiting help was in her mind if she wanted to search for eggs again. Not today perhaps. She turned and kept walking. She had no desire for a mate, or pups, definitely not pups. She actively avoided getting pregnant, despite the extra curricular activities she partook in. Soon she came upon what looked like a fossilized ant hill. It was the highest point for a while, so she experimentally scratched at it, breaking away part of the rock-like surface. Nothing stirred from within. It might be a safe vantage point to wait for the rain. She climbed atop of the dead ant hill, her light-weight body not even cracking the crust of it. She carefully distributed her weight and took a seat as clouds began to block the sun.

[Pan Fion (Red)]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=background,http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h448/soarly/Wonderwhy/redwhimperback-2.png] Red lifted his head to sniff the thick, damp air and spotted the greying clouds beginning to cover the sky. Both indicated that a storm wasn't very far away, and storm meant rain. With this thought, he shuddered; water wasn't his favourite thing in the world. He hated wearing a soggy coat that clumped in some places which took forever to dry out, and it smelt. Red was also searching for any wolf scent, but not without a good reason. He was being especially vigilant today because the last time he had been here he had let his guard down which had resulted in him losing the fight against the cyan wolf. Of course, it was very unlikely to run into her again but there was no harm in being cautious. Besides there could be another insane sadistic wolf roaming around here, looking for a fight. He shook it off and told himself that he was being overly cautious; he just had a bad experience and there was no reason why it should repeat itself. In the distance, he saw several strange bird-like silhouettes and guessed that they were Averrians, but since he had never seen them up close he could not be fully sure. Red often avoided another species, both wolf and beast, and, unless they provided something really interesting, he could not see why he should go up to them. But unfortunately sometimes wolves felt compelled to go up to him, interrupting his solitude, and he would never know why they would do that. Many wolves spoke of respecting each other, yet they felt that they had to speak with the first wolf they saw. He smiled slightly at this irony. Thanks to his upbringing, he would never know what was normal and what wasn't. To others, this was tragic and they were quick to pity him, while Red saw his upbringing as a life lesson. He had learnt, through his traumatic childhood, that being alone he would never have to experience loss. So, in a way, he was protecting himself by blocking out everything. Red spotted something dark amongst the light landscape, and sniffed. A female wolf scent came to him and once he got closer he saw that she was a sennyo. Her build instantly reminded him of that blue wolf; they shared the same light frame and slender legs. For the first time he wondered what was the cyan wolf's species; a hybrid perhaps, since a sennyo could not wield elements unlike a lupus. This female sennyo was dark and graceful looking with a couple of butterfly wings upon her back. Those wings were rich blue in colour, which reminded him of the cloudless night sky. Something he was unlikely to see tonight. To most males, this female's silhouette alone would be enough to lure them in, but for Red who knew and felt nothing about attraction, he was capable of walking past her even without a close look. And this was what he did, the tall lupus' gentle brown gaze was looking steadily ahead of him, with a few occasional glances upward to check on the clouds.

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[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/gback-2.jpg] "Speaking" She allowed her eyes to close to enjoy the cool breeze upon her pretty face. She was not against getting wet, as long as she had a shelter near by to dry off. That thought made here eyes open once more. She looked around, there was no immediate shelter from the rain that was going to come. Walking in the rain never hurt her before. However her antennae twitched, and even ached for a moment. She looked back at the rain clouds. She gave a growl, it seemed that there would be more severe weather than she anticipated. Lightning she could deal with, but hail was another issue all together. Her dainty wings and frame could be seriously injured if the stones were large enough. Her options were to stay and hope for the best, or attempt to find a burrow to tuck herself in till the worst of things passed. She gauged she had about thirty minutes, once the rains started, to get into hiding. She stood and alighted to the ground from off the mound. As she was turning she was alarmed to see another wolf so near. Once bad thing about facing a storm front was that you were upwind of things. It was hard to detect lurkers from behind, hostile or otherwise. The sennyo paused and watched the lupus skulk by with out so much as a glance her way. He was just staring at the ground, or the sky. Rude? She could not say, maybe he just wasn't social. She could relate, but at the moment she was for want of male attentions. The cold-hearted beauty cleared her throat and spoke over the rising wind, "Not that I care...but going that way may prove more dangerous than you realize. Unless of course you happen to control ice." She did not wait for an invitation her willowy legs carried her up and over to him in liquid strides. She paused a few feet away, expecting him to question her knowledge. He was barely an adult in her eyes, so her tone was slightly condescending. Her tail was still caught in the wind, blowing perpendicular to her body. "You did not happen to see any overhead shelter on your path this way did you?" Maybe she could make him feel useful enough to lure him into coming with her. He wasn't much to look at, but she assumed he could get the job done given the right persuasion.

[Pan Fion (Red)]

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[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/gback-2.jpg] "Speaking" The atmosphere was full of suspense for the oncoming storm. The clouds were seething, ready to explode in an angry downpour. The tension of the weather seemed to project itself on the pair of wolves. She, who often felt scorn for others, could detect the disdain in his body language. She lifted her head a little higher, allowing the antennae on her head to come up to full height. Perhaps he would not succeed in what she wanted from him, she was good at using wolves and determining their value to her. He did not seem like one of those wolves. However, she found herself in a situation that had her stuck with him, obligation for being the starter of the conversation she assumed. The thunder that vibrated through them was enough to shatter the pride in both of them. He spoke plainly, obviously he did not control ice, so that left them with an option to find shelter together. As much as she enjoyed being on her own, she wanted company today, the wolf instinct in her was stronger than she would like to admit. His next comment made her scoff in response to his tone as well as his suggestion, "Averrians do not use burrows...they nest on the ground." She paused though, perhaps he was not completely off base, "But I have seen them dig up burrowing rodents....so maybe there is something." The dislike between the two seemed mutual at the moment, however survival was easier with two so she began heading toward where the giant birds had last been spotted, "Come on then, lupus." She did not want to bother with formalities just yet, her willowy legs carried her past him, her long tail brushing his side as she did so to lure him to follow. Well, perhaps not lure, but to at least urge him come with her. In her mind she figured a burrow could fit at least her, maybe there was a chance of a large badger den near the edge of the prairie. Another crash of thunder announced the beginnings of the rain was ever nearer.

[Pan Fion (Red)]

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h448/soarly/Wonderwhy/Tables/PanFionscrollytableback.png][scrolly:h(333),w(418),sy] Red disliked how this female held herself; it was clear that she thought that she was much more superior than him. If the sky wasn't so full with thunderclouds he would leave her as quickly as he could. But unfortunately this was not the case today, with both of the wolves desperate to get out of the storm's path before it arrived. He looked up at the sennyo in disdain; it was also clear that she did not want to rely on another wolf for a help. However, at the same time, he felt a bit smug that she needed his help, despite the fact that he also needed her help. When she brushed his suggestion off easily, his distaste for her increased tenfold, the dislike which did not lessen when she reconsidered what she had said previously. So far he guessed that this female did not like him very much either. It was really unfortunate that they happened to meet on a stormy day. His white hackles rose sharply as her wispy tail brushed his flank as she moved towards those birds. The way she told him to follow, and the way she expected him to listen her were infuriating. At first, Red seriously considered staying to brace the fierce storm than to search for shelters with that female. Of course, his common sense won over and he grudgingly moved after her, and soon his slow pace quickened to a trot until he was at least in front of her. A loud thunder boomed, startling him. After the distraction of the crash, his pace had halted with his ears flattened and eyes peeking up at the sky. The storm was coming in fast, probably much faster than these two wolves had initially expected. Once he had tore his gaze from the sky to the birds, he saw that they had moved away, probably finally deciding that they weren't brave enough to face the full ferocity of the storm. Good, at least they did not have to face those giant birds. The white lupus arrived the place where the birds stood only a few moments ago with his eyes glued on the ground, searching for any tell-tale signs of birds burrowing for rodents. This place was relatively new to him so he did not know what he should look for. He guessed he should look for scratches and heap of disturbed dirt. So far he could not find anything like them. Trying to be discreet, he glanced at the black sennyo, checking if she had found anything. Since she seemed to know plenty about those Averrians, then perhaps she knew exactly what to look for. With a sharp intake of breath, Red sat down, feeling completely useless but his pride refused to allow him to ask for help. [/scrolly]

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[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/gback-2.jpg] "Speaking" A rock and a hard place seemed to have met on this stormy day. The sennyo was losing her appetite for a game after all. He was as stubborn as a yagi and as prideful as herself, tsk tsk. However they silently agreed to at least play nice for the moments of the storm, two eyes searching for a hole was easier than one. As she strode easily over the grass, she could not help but notice how eager he was to get ahead of her. Her lips pursed slightly, 'As if he knows what he is doing....' The loud crack above them did make her jump slightly, however seeing his reaction to it made a smirk cross her black lips. She took the opportunity to step around him and continue, trying to ignore the pain in her head as a result of her antennae reacting to the weather. It must really be a hell of a storm to give her a slight migraine. The came to the area the averrians had recently abandoned. She wished she could run as fast as they, so shelter would not have to be so....shoddy. She noted the male poke around the few holes, then sit in anticipation. His gaze toward her gave her the impression he was waiting for her to make the decision. She almost chuckled, " Nothing will just open up for us, my dear, we have to work for it." She moved past him, winching a little in pain as her baubles gleamed in warning of the worsening storm. Her cold eyes searched for the long claw strokes of the birds, she hoped they had lessened the integrity of some of the burrows in the area so that they could dig out a hovel quickly that could at least shield most of them from the tempest. She found he largest hole she could and bent her front half down to begin digging in long, precise strokes. Her paws were small but strong as she attempted to make the hole larger. She opened things up enough that the male could come in, shoulder to shoulder with her, to help excavate a temporary shelter. Everyone and a while she crouched and extended a willowy foreleg into the hole to feel for underground openings, if they were lucky, they may find an abandoned brooding chamber to work off of. The wind began to pick up again, harbinger of the arrival of the storm.