Moon lit ball ~Open~

[sailoon]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/dragon199081/Sailoon_middle3.jpg] Dark waves pulled onto the shore then witherd back. As the wave crawled back to the water, it left a dark figure. The figure was acualy a golden wolf. Her back leggs were formed into a scaly fish tail. She shimmerd under the full moon. She was tired. She had put herself on the wave so it would carry her to shore. Cael should not have to become tired durring swimming, she thought. Tonight she was putting herself and her kind down. Definently not being ethnocentric. The female continued to lay there as water continued to brush onto her. It was rather nice night though. And a bit less cold than useual, though being the coldest month. The breeze had an early smell of spring and a leangering sent of winter. But the water was freezing, even for any Cael. There looked like there was less stars becasue of the brilliant moon. Everything was easyer to see though. The water around looked black but it's surface still shimerd. The sand seemed a bit warmer too. The she-wolf slowly dragged herself onto dryer land. She then rolled herself in the warm sand to dry herself better, then laied there longer. Her name was Sailoon. As her tail and legs formed back to be fluffy, her green midsection stayed like always. Sailoon then got up and shook herself off. She then sat down in a patch of sea grass. Sailoon yawned. She dident have a single nap today, and she was use to takeing at least three one-hour naps. But she had been so busy today exploreing around. Sailoon looked up at the lit up moon. She had to admit, it was a beautiful night. Any wolf around would probley agree with her. And to add to the night show, she began to sing her song. She closed her eyes and opend her jaws till music rang out of the night. It was almost haunting yet deep and angle like. Earth, wind, fire, and air. Moon, night, stars, and sky. Oh, this sea of dreams, or pond of nightmares. Either way, let this life, this love of all, Be brung to wolves. Let this night show light up all of our eyes!

[rolan]

The night was beautiful, oh so beautiful, that the Myou threw caution to the wind. Not that he had a lot to begin with. Sasha, the beautiful peacock, strutted along the beach, until he saw a rocky outcropping, with waves crashing against it dramatically. Ooh! Without a second thought, Sasha ran up to it, his tail, head and wing feathers quivering. As soon as he got to the edge of the rocky outcropping, he crept out further, onto a long and just wide enough piece of driftwood. He then threw his head into the air, struck a heroic pose and let out a sharp trill- the call of a male peafowl.

Now he just had to wait for someone to come along, see his utter magnificence, and make them their leader. So caught up in his standing and posing, he didn't notice the waves getting a bit closer... the wood moving slightly towards the water. Soon, he was adrift in the frothy sea, not noticing, for his eyes were closed. Reveling in the moonlight he was bathed in, Sasha started when a cold rush of water suddenly swamped over his paws. Eyes snapping open, he cast his glance about to see that he was surrounded by water. Oh no!

The wolf tried taking a step forward, but to his dismay found that made his makeshift raft tilt rather drastically. Carefully moving his back paws and front talons where they'd been, he looked around the Sea. It was calmer then usual, but nowhere near a flat sheet of glass. He clung to the soft, wet wood with his front peacock claws. Suddenly, a large wave swept over him and his raft. It was a miracle it hadn't sunk him! But, alas, it had drenched him and his pretty feathers. Sasha's ears drooped. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.

Just then, Sasha spotted an island. It wasn't much, just a flat stretch of grass. But it looked fairly dry. Sasha looked about. He couldn't paddle there- he didn't know how to swim very well. Wait... maybe he could use his wings like a sail!He had practiced flying a bit in short bursts... perhaps he could do it now! Stretching his wings wide and tilting them towards the island, the lift caught the wind and blew him and his little raft toward the island. Once he was close enough, Sasha could not wait any longer. He took a flying leap, flew a short distance. But he'd underestimated the distance. He landed in the shallows, just a little way away from the shore. He drug himself up onto dry land and collapsed as gracefully as possible onto the sand, panting hard. He was too waterlogged to hear the music going on just a few yards away.

[sailoon]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/dragon199081/Sailoon_middle3.jpg] As soon as she had finished her song and was satisfied with the lyrics she layed down. She closed her eyes and fell asleep for about ten minuets. She then heard scrapeing nearby. Possibly someone in distress. Sailoon pushing by her memorys of the last time that had happend, she got up and walked tword the sound, though still rather sleepy. It took her some time though to get there because she would trip a bit on some steps or play around in the sand and grass a bit. Untill she finely made it and saw it was a drenched wolf. "You ok sir?" She said. Acualy she was still half asleep. She was almost half dreaming, or she thought, she had acualy never seen a Myou so she thought that she might have been dreaming what the wolf looked like or if there was a wolf there at all.

[rolan]

Sasha opened his eyes to see a lupine-like wolf standing over him. She looked sleepy, and she asked him if he was okay. Sasha lept to his feet, or more like he dragged himself to a standing position. He shook himself and looked at her. A female. She didn't look like a Myou, but that didn't mean that Sasha couldn't flirt.

"Hello," He said smoothly. "I'm quite fine, I assure you, my beautiful lady." He dipped his head politely and ruffled his feathers a bit. Despite being wet, and now the fact that he couldn't fly at all, the water in the moonlight shined beautifully off of his brightly colored pelt and feathers. He brought a talon to his mouth and licked at it, before setting it down and looking her over again. "My name is Sasha, defender of Wolfkind. And you are?" Yes, it was always polite to give out your own name first, and then to ask the name of a lady. Despite Sasha's aloof manner, he was raised by a lion. Therefore, with respect, politeness and dignity. Well, at least in Sasha's own view of those terms.

[sailoon]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/dragon199081/Sailoon_middle3.jpg] "Nice to meet you, I am Sailoon." She said. Sailoon sat down and yawned, wakeing herself up. She could she dident dream him up but oh well, there was many things she probly dident know about. Though she did wonder how he got up onto the island. Oh well. Sailoon studyed him for a moment. Well he kind of had colors of a Cael almost. He had a... fashinibal?... stance. Though from what Sailoon could tell, he was a bit self obsorbed. Well, he was a male. Sailoon looked up at the sky to look at the broad moon and glistening stars. They were quite beautiful this time around. Though whenever she looked up at the stars, they were always beautiful is some sort of way. She looked back at Sashura.