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[Dædalus]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-13.jpg] "Speaking" - - - Daedalus trotted gaily through the jungle, bright sennyo wings a flutter in the afternoon sun that beat down upon his vividly colored pelt. Long, soft and wispy stands of fur hung along his chest and stomach, the tips curling in almost perfect formation and his antenna shone merrily through the shadows cast by the low hanging elephant leaves. His longs legs were thin and finely shaped and so it was without difficulty that he hopped and bounced his way over some longer vegetation and fallen trees on the floor, pausing to scrounge up some grub under the more moist location. He was a spectacular specimen, of that he had little doubt, and deserved only the finest quality bugs to properly nourish his educated being. Completely content to be left alone to tend to his research and experiments, the sennyo did not mind the solitude of the jungle in the least, in fact in was a most productive environment indeed. A twinkle sparked in his two differently color of eyes, one dark green and the next deep blue as they followed the proceedings of a large butterfly with the matching wings to his own fine pair. Daedalus was rather fond of the Birdwinged butterly, its likeliness to his own body was lovely to behold and surely if the butterfly was so attractive then so must the sennyo be in turn. With the use of his invisibility powers he followed the flying bug for awhile, noting its habits and flight pattern, though it was all rather common knowledge to him anyways. Daedalus had spent his life observing, point blank, and most of his experiments concerned life or death and the concept of a tolerance threshold. Unfortunately for his victims, Daedalus considered inflicting pain to be the best way to observe one`s tolerance level and his torture sessions (scientific studies as he fondly called them) were pin point accurate and conducted with cold curiosity. Sighing dramatically, Daedalus thought that though it was a dirty job someone had best do it, and as the leading expert in the field it was his responsibility, nae his duty to ensure that someone of obvious superiority was conducting the experiments! Serving as a Specialist for the Mafia, a rather elite pack of skilled beings that had embraced their true calling and honed their natural skills to be as accurate as the tiny dots that covered a butterfly`s wing. Soon he approached a rather large tipped over tree trunk, its surface covered in a thick and soft cover of green moss, that lay in the path of an errant sun beam. Tall plants with large leaves had grown around the perch, sheltering the little sitting area from obtrusive eyes. This will do finely, thought Daedalus with satisfaction, his own perch to take an energizing nap upon and observe the world around him. With a lithe leap he nimbly landed on the tree`s soft surface, a toothy grin of pleasure upon his face. With a quick tiwst of his body and a curly on his long and graceful tail he finally sat down, opening his wings to absorb the sun`s heat contentedly. This was the life, bathing in the heat of the jungle, enjoying rich grub, studying his favourite subject and all without fear of judgement. In fact, Daedalus was appraised for his odd occupations and in turn for being given a safe spot to conduct his life`s research, he offered his many talents to the mafia. It was a convenient arrangement and one that the sennyo was completely happy to fufill. - - - D a e d a l u s' . S o n g

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[revontulet.zarki ♔]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,63,true][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 15 25 15 25; background-image: url(http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z341/awaywithmysanity/RevontuletTable-1.gif);,true,] Revontulet was never a fan of the Salnero Jungle, though he hadn’t actually wandered through before. The fact that the Mafia watched over it was the main intimidating reason. As much as he enjoyed to ‘live on the edge’, he knew when not to stick his nose in places it shouldn’t be. The Jungle wasn’t so bad entirely, there was a sense of hidden beauty to it, one that Revon had a soft spot for, but an air of danger and mystery lingered around the land. Perhaps his little wandering wouldn’t be so terrible, though. His motives were all in good fun, and there was no need for fear. Besides, the section was free for public use, a cross point for loners, wasn’t it? Revon had no real reason to find himself in great danger, and even if he did, he could say something about how he was looking for work. It wasn’t like it was completely a lie, either; the magician had been hoping to find a job eventually. It had been quite some time since a pack had hired him, and he did miss performing in front of large crowds. Taking long strides, Revon continued on his merry way, part of him hoping to find adventure, another part hoping to find peace. Of course the need for excitement, trouble, and good ol’ times always outweighed the need to be a bore and do nothing, but to have the need fulfilled was an entirely different story. He hadn’t encountered many other wolves lately, and it caused life to be rather dull. His only companions were the images he produced from his mind and soul, and the stories that he told. With a sad smile, Revontulet conjured up a small colorful hummingbird. The avian was of a blue hue instead of the common green shade, slightly translucent, and seemed to shimmer. True magic, to Revon, was not making the world look real, but to give it a new sense of fantasy and mystical illusion. There was nothing more fascinating than an animal that seemed to come from fables and tales of old, and the magician had made sure to bring those stories to life. He was exactly like his father in that aspect, bringing joy through illusions and magic, and helping keep others happy. Letting out a heavy sigh and pushing thoughts of his past life to the side, he padded after the hummingbird that continued to dance in the air. Long and twig like legs moved gracefully as he made his way over obstacles and the tangling brush. Revon kept a steady pace, not going too quickly, but not dragging himself along either. The day was still young and he had all the time in the world. Jumping onto a large log, he kept walking, balancing on the piece of wood as if he was a tightrope walker. With ease, he jumped off as he met the end, managing not to trip or fumble. Turning his head upward, he looked toward the mystical hummingbird illusion and smirked, watching as it quickly disintegrated into nothing more than glitter and sparkles that faded once they met the ground. Lowering his head and letting his eyes scan the world before him, a brow arched as he noticed a figure resting on a fallen tree. A devious smile started to grow on his lips, perhaps he would find the adventure and company he was looking for? Making his way over to the stranger, he stopped when he was several meters away from the tree, taking a seat. With a smirk now on his face, he continued to watch the other. Sennyo, he observed, just like the magician himself was. The stranger's pelt caught his attention quite quickly, the blue and shades of green gave off a cold and mysterious feel, something that just called to Revon, demanding his full attention. ”Enjoying ourselves, are we?” he called out, his expression smug and his eyes glinting with amusement. ”Don’t fall asleep, now. Wouldn’t want that pretty coat of yours to burn to a crisp. Sun’s rather hot today.” Revontulet added, hoping to have some fun. He silently prayed this stranger wasn’t the sort to have a stick shoved up their ass, but then again, those were rather fun to mess around with as well. Still sitting, he awaited for the other’s response, anticipation and excitement churning deep within him. word count ;; 758 ! tags ;; daedalus ! somatra ! ooc notes ;; i don't even know anymore. musical inspiration ;; charlie brown - coldplay !

[Dædalus]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-13.jpg] "Speaking" - - - Daedalus had his tail wrapped securely around his fox like face, eyes closed lightly as the sun penetrated his body straight to the core, heat radiating through his being. He had known today would be glorious, a truly wonderful day for the jungle and therefore ventured out from the darkest and most dense area to allow the sunlight to refresh his being. It was said that beings could not survive without the sun to provide special fuel and Daedalus rather thought himself to be of that breed. A sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears while he laid, a light snap of a twig indicating that whoever approached the sleeping mafia member was not of a particularly concerning size so the Specialist did not open his eyes. Besides, he could feel the other’s emotion become more clear as he approached, letting the wily sennyo track the other’s position relatively well enough to know that he did not have any criminal intent. He did however sense that this individual was indeed looking for something; he had that taste of anticipation and curiosity about him. I wonder if he shall address me, mused the sennyo without much interest, though what might bring a fellow so near to the jungle, home to some rather fearsome individuals, Daedalus had not the slightest clue. Shifting his ears lightly, the lithe male listened as the nearing sound of the steps quieted and then fell silent nearby and smiled from beneath his full tail. So he would be having company today, how simply splendid and most befitting given the Specialist had taken a break from his work. When the other finally addressed him the sennyo was surprised to note that there was a lack of formality that was so often practiced among strangers and he cracked open an eye to peer through layers of soft wispy fur. A little ways away sat a rather peculiar looking sennyo, the fellow sporting some dashing colors that draped his body in a handsome fashion and Daedalus decided that perhaps entertaining a conversation with the other sennyo might indeed prove to be amusing. A cackling chuckle escape his maw, soft and silent that resembled that of a hyena, it was mildly disconcerting and he unfolded from his curled up position in one languid and elegant movement, two colored eyes trained upon the other sennyo as he blinked in the sunlight. “Tript trapt, who comes trotting across my bridge?” He said, his voice unusually deep for one of his size, it seemed to filter through the air, quiet and yet resounding in the humidity. In the depths of his eyes burned an alerting spark of interest, a cunning and conniving glint of offsetting curiosity. Opening and closing his larger than normal wings a couple times Daedalus let them stretch out before inclining his head in an addressing manner, his body slinking off the branch to get a closer look at the other wolf. The emotional aura surrounding this one was full of wonderful and mysterious colors, vibrant hues mixing in with luxurious deeper notes, all rich and fluent they swirled together in a mesmerizing pattern and the sennyo let the other’s emotions wash over him, tasting the delight of craving fantasy and what was not normal. For a brief second he closed his eyes, memorizing the intricate pattern so that he might regenerate it in another in future experiments. A delighted grin flickered onto his almost black maw, sharps pointed canines visible as he said, “Oh yes, quite though it is not from the sun that one must fear getting burnt in these parts.” He lifted a brow, amused by this sudden interruption, “You are a rather peculiar fellow aren’t you, truly unusual, so much wonder in one being why it is almost…unnatural.” Eyes gleaming Daedalus once more contemplated the other before him, something was different about this one, he had seen it in his emotions, but what he could not quite place his paw upon. In fact, the sennyo appeared as though he had walked out of another world, much like Daedalus himself and the male’s antenna’s bobbed merrily in agreement, casting his face in an eerie lighting as the shadows from the foliage played over his body. He hoped the other fellow was up to some intellectual banter, Daedalus himself could use a good time and this chap seemed inclined to be the jovial type. - - - D a e d a l u s' . S o n g

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[revontulet.zarki ♔]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,63,true][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 15 25 15 25; background-image: url(http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z341/awaywithmysanity/RevontuletTable-1.gif);,true,] Tript trapt, who comes trotting across my bridge? A delicate brow arched as Revontulet continued to admire the stranger and his laugh. Faboulous, he’s already showing to be the chatty type. the magician mused, that same smug smile still on his lips. Oh how he missed friendly conversation and a foolish attempt at acquaintanceship. He was known to make friends easily, especially when he was performing, but there were days when Revon seemed to come off as the ‘overly talkative’ or ‘too much trouble’ type. It didn’t help much either when he hadn’t made much social contact within the last week or so. Anticipation and eagerness was churning and trying to cause a mess inside of him. His eyes flickered to the other sennyo’s wings, not helping but notice the beauty it held. Revon gave a small flap of his own wings, not exactly feeling insecure but rather challenged. Rarely did he feel insecure of himself, only remembering the time when he was much younger where he had a lack of self confidence. It wasn’t as if everyone had admired his pelt and abilities, quite the opposite actually. There were multiple times where he would gain odd and hateful looks, and looked down upon for being ‘different’. Often, he would simply scoff at their ignorance and lack of appreciation for a new taste of life. Vain and a bit narcissistic, Revon was feeling, we wondered if the stranger was like this as well. To have such a unique pelt would surely come with the owner’s knowledge of its beauty, thus gaining a bit of pride and maybe even someone Revontulet could prance around with. But he was already jumping far ahead of himself, there was no telling whether the other sennyo would take pleasure in the magicians company or not. Even if the other didn’t particularly take a fond liking toward him, time would have gone by and boredom would have been temporarily evaded. Now if he did enjoy the company of the strangely colored entertainer, that would be a different story entirely. ”So what is, pray tell, what lonesome strangers such as myself fear the burning of?”

[/color] Revon asked, a devious and smug smile on his lips as he gave a small tilt of his head. Stormy grey eyes stared intently into the two different colored ones this mysterious stranger had the honor of owning. With a gentle flick of his tail, Revontulet held his ground, still remaining seated in his little spot with no intention of leaving anytime soon. He held his head up in confidence and sat up in a way that gave off the feel of someone who knew how to act in front of an audience. Maybe that’s what he could do to catch the fancy of the other male, perform a small show or trick for him. It’s not like hasn’t done it before, Revon practically lives on using his abilities to gain the hearts of many. Besides, the sennyo with the odd laugh seemed like the sort that would need a bit of impressing, and who was he to decline the male of such a not-so-spoken wanting?

You are a rather peculiar fellow aren’t you, truly unusual, so much wonder in one being why it is almost…unnatural. Revontulet arched a brow, taking the sennyo’s words as a compliment. Unusual, unnatural, and peculiar, oh how the words just filled his heart with glee. They were far more flattering than ‘pompous’, ‘arrogant’, and ‘nuisance’. ”Huh, I don’t know whether to feel insulted or grateful. It’s not everyday where you get a compliment from a gorgeous thing like yourself.” Revon mused, a smug expression on his face. Usually when he tried to pull something like that, they’d tell him to either shove it up his ass or enjoy the words of endearment. Concerning this stranger, he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but whatever the outcome, he was sure it would be the deciding factor whether the other sennyo was going to be any fun or not. ”So may I inquire as to whom I have the pleasure of speaking to?” the magician asked, hoping to finally be able to put a name to a face and scent.


_{word count ;; 739 !
tags ;; daedalus ! somatra !
ooc notes ;; pardon the errors , had to rush.
musical inspiration ;; inside out - britney spears !}


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[Dædalus]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-13.jpg] "Speaking" - - - Chuckling, Daedalus got up and flounced about the stranger, his long tail flowing out behind him as his steps fell as light as a feather upon the soft earth of the jungle, his movements rather jovial as he committed this other sennyo to memory. For the sennyo it was his own species that was obviously the most attractive of all wolves, but to find one so unique and almost as wonderful as himself was a rare treat indeed. Daedalus was incredibly vain for all his intelligence; in his mind he far ruled the land of beauty though he was not opposed to admitting that this male certainly came rather close to his own standards. No matter, beautiful beings deserved equally beautiful company, it was only left to be seen if this new sennyo possessed the intelligence to really capture Daedalus’ attention. Passing terribly close to the other sennyo Daedalus drank up the delicious emotional aura that surrounded this new wolf, letting the colors wash over his body as he passed by with a flick of his tail. Coming back he laid down under the shade of a large elephantine branch, stretching out on his side as his wings beat lightly to create a small breeze against his back. Lifting a brow coquettishly he noted, "Oh, have we not heard of the very fire demon that commands this jungle? Perhaps you may count yourself among the lucky, he is a terribly powerful being, awfully vile however.” Daedalus chuckled quietly, yes Scorch certainly had a toxic aura, the male was a putrefying mass of disturbing emotions that simply stifled Daedalus’ ability to shield himself from others. Emoticon could backfire on an individual, for just as much as the bearer could influence other’s emotions, so in turn could his victim’s emotion weigh heavy upon his own. Sometimes Daedalus didn’t mind this so much, and would allow a little taste of another’s ecstasy to wash over his being for a while. However, with one as disturbed as the Don the result was terribly offensive and rather uncomfortable. Daedalus had simply not been himself for a while after being around Scorch and it had taken isolation to once again balance his own aura out. Flicking his ear back as a tropical bird flew over head with a musical call he added, his voice charming and rather friendly, “Well my intriguing chap, I am Daedalus, Specialist for the Mafia and wolf extraordinaire.” Then, with a quick wink he disappeared, using his invisibility to conceal him self from the other’s gaze. In lithe and dainty movements he moved directly behind the other, and leaning in while still invisible whispered, “And you can consider it a compliment.” Then he danced back to his spot, appearing visible once he resettled himself, his power was excellent for spying and operations involving extreme stealth, however it was not his crowning jewel, no for now he would keep that a quiet secret until he learned more about this peculiar individual. Perhaps he would find a companion in this sennyo, he did not detect any other pack scents upon this bloke and Daedalus could certainly use a connection to the outside world. Besides, this fellow was simply stunning, and Daedalus found himself rather enjoying watching his stormy grey eyes as they met his own. In an almost purring voice of droll amusement he asked, “Now pray tell, whom do I have the unreserved pleasure of conversing with? You do not smell of pack, do I speak with an adventurous loner?” He cocked his head sideways, giving the sennyo a perusing side glance of contemplation. The wind came to ruffle the thick light green fur on his back and he smoothed his antennas back against his neck as he opened his mouth to pant lightly, the jungle was quite hot upon this day. “Oh, I can certainly tell that you are not from a pack, how’s about informing a recluse fellow on the happening in the outside world, how do our northern brothers fare handsome?” Quirky was one word to describe the Specialist, but it hardly encompassed his entire being, right now he was being pleasant and jovial, however behind he exterior lived a twisted monster with exceptionally morbid fascinations. - - - D a e d a l u s' . S o n g

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