Vacation -Vereine-

[Citrine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-21.jpg] "Speaking" Citrine glided in the air, a graceful dancer of exotic colours that gently claimed the sky as her stage as she allowed the air to carry her body with great flowing movements. The breeze was blissfully warm and a rapt pleasure against her sleek and curvaceous body, softly ruffling the bright plumage on her body. Oh yes, she had desperately needed this break from her routine life and from the stress of caring for four pups while trying to decipher her feelings for two males and their relationship. Having left the pups under the care of a carefully selected nanny with strict instructions, Citrine had taken to the sky in the early morning hours, leaving her destination a secret and not informing her mate where she was going. No, she wanted a few quiet moments to contemplate her feelings and to sort out her approaching future. Citrine simply adored caring for pups, their warm bodies pressed against her own, their inquisitive faces and delightful yaps, the responsibility of nursing them to good health and providing tender love and care was all the responsibility she could have ever dreamed of in her lifetime. Only they remained solid, their changes expected and with them Citrine knew where she stood, proudly walking among the pack with her litter by her side while they quickly grew into the wonderful adults they would become. But what of her own life and relationship with her mate? Oh, she certainly loved Nautic like she might never love again, after all the joining of their bodies had been infused with a delightful sweetness she had not known could exist and their pups solidified that union, but still she felt her heart betraying her...Sometimes it was not for Nautic`s body that hers yearned to be touched by, but Draco`s, the rough myou that could caused a sinful shiver of longing to creep up her spine. However it was a treachery for she had sworn her heart belonged to her first love, surely first loves were forever and to betray that love made her terribly unworthy, didn`t it? The young female had not ushered a word of these conflicting emotions to anyone, for fear the pack would reject her and label her unfaithful. It was not so much losing the pack that would kill her, but surely the removal of her pups, they were her life force and her family. Dipping along the breeze she came to land in a serene twist of feathers upon the soft, warm ground of the plains, a grateful coo coming from her maw. About her fruit trees graced the skies in elegant formations, their bounty littering the ground at random intervals and it was toward these inviting figures that the female walked. A small breeze ruffled the leaves above her as she paused to munch on the succulent juice that came from one of the fruits, her eyes closing in rapt delight of the sugary substance. A small drop on the sugary liquid dribbled down her chin and her soft pink tongue came out to clean the errant drop away. Twas a nice change to harsh meat that sustained the Enclave in the long winter month and it filled her with a fresh hope for the looming spring and summer months. Moving onwards she came to find a particularly old tree, small flowers blossoming on its gnarly branches and she moved to sit under these reaching arms, petals falling upon the ground before her. It was a comfortable spot and she let her eyes drift to the horizon and she began to ponder what to do with her situation... C i t r i n e 's . S o n g

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Vereine pawed at the sky, making it so it looked like he was actually able to touch it. The male was lying on his back, wings pressed tightly against his body and paws up. A rather typical day if one really thought about it. Lately, the myou had just been lying and moping about, wandering here and there if he really felt like it, but nothing more. The most exercise he got all day was probably when he had to hunt, and knowing the lazy prat he is, it wasn’t much to begin with. Better watch your figure, Knoxie. You’re getting all flabby ‘round the edges. Vereine simply rolled his eyes, not even bothering to give Dupre’s remark much thought. Heaving himself into a more upright position, he let out a loud huff, his usual smirk on his face. ”Bored.” The raven myou muttered as he stood to stretch. ”Boring, boring, boring!” Vereine fanned out his wings, turning to look over to the smooth and dark plumage. A heavy sigh was let out as he began to walk, heading for nowhere in particular. You could always try flying, you know. You’ve been stuck on the ground for far too long and I miss the feeling of being superior to others. Dupre whined, only do receive a scoff from the wolf. ”Like you don’t already have your bloody superiority complex down here.”

Turning his head up to the sky, Vereine noticed a colorful figure, one with a rather unique design. His blurred vision caused him to assume the figure was just another one of those oddly colored birds that roamed around the Orchard, but took the opportunity to use it as something to bother the raven with. Dupre, why couldn’t you be a pretty bird? Did someone decided they were sick of you and tried to roast you for dinner? Is that why you’re all black and burned? Vereine asked, using his child-like tone that feigned innocence. The bird simply gasped in mock-horror, insulted and irritated for being thought of as ‘roasted and burned’. The victorious smirk on the wolf’s face had started to fade as memories of the platypus myou started filling his head. He remembered how the female called him a ‘storm cloud’ due to his dark and gloomy pelt, how she called him blind when he made a remark about resembling a rock, and how they danced circles around each other whilst continuing their constant banter. If one were able to see through the false demeanor Vereine often put on, they would see, in his own twisted way, he had feelings for the female. To what extent, even he wasn’t sure, but something was there. Though, it was something he wanted in no way to linger on.

Vereine continued to walk, in no clear or obvious rush. There was nothing special about this day, and he could tell there wouldn’t be much to do in the near future. What other option was there than to waste time, for he had all day, all week, all year. Oh, how he longed for a distraction, anything that would pull him out of his pit of eternal boredom. Perhaps a companion, anyone other than Dupre would suffice, as long as they wouldn’t shove him further into his corrupt misery. Maybe he’d try and find the Cadre again, after hearing that they would reside with the Enclave, he decided to take a temporary leave, for he wanted a break before he went hurtling into another pack. Someone to gossip with would be quite fun, Vereine always had a soft spot for secrets. Or even someone he could just lead along, manipulate and play mind games with. The possibilities were endless. Only if he had someone to start with...

After having been wandering for quite some time, he came across not only a scent but a stranger to go with it. He was shocked to find that it had closely resembled the figure he saw flying above earlier, the colors matching perfectly. Myou, it was quite clear, not only because of the coloring of her pelt and plumage, but it was easy to sense one of his own. He was still a fair distance away from her, but she should have spotted him by now. He picked up his pace, padding closer to the female with a friendly looking expression. Putting on his gentlemanly façade, when he finally came within good distance of the other, he spoke up. ”Afternoon, Madame. Perfect day, isn’t it?” His voice was collected and warm smile on his lips. ”Vereine.” He added after giving a polite bow, figuring it best to introduce himself in a way showing he meant no harm. Hopefully this female would be more like her looks, vibrant and interesting, rather than dull as a brick and a lost cause.




_{word count ;; 839 !
tags ;; cintrine ! somatra !
ooc notes ;; vereine what... what are you doing.
musical inspiration ;; primadona (acoustic) - marina&the diamonds !}


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[Citrine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-21.jpg] "Speaking" A soft breeze came to ruffle Citrine`s feathers, much more gentle than the wind of the Taige that the myou now called her home. Frankly the north wind and her did not agree but at least with milder temperatures on the horizon Citrine would be able to indulge in more flying time without the fear of being blown away. Of course there was always the question of whom would tend for her pups while she flew, and she knew she could not ask Nautic or Draco to do so, it was not a male`s place to tend for the young, but perhaps she could find another sitter again. Her darlings were the gems in her eyes and she adored them fiercely to the point that it brought out the single and only aggressive bone in her body. Yes, she would fight for their safety which was probably the only thing that would ever bring her fangs out and her temperament past slightly annoyed. Fact was that the female was incredibly passive, not dull or without emotions, but merely unable to demonstrate aggression. Her loving and caring nature made her the ideal mother and she sincerely hoped her pack was proud of her for doing her best at being an Eranthe. Citrine was small, no perhaps that was an understatement, Citrine was tiny. However, for once in her life she felt as though she mattered and now she held her head up high and carried herself in such a proprietary fashion that one could not doubt her worth. She would raise her children properly and in turn they would grow into responsible adults that would continue own her belief in love and the importance of family. All of a sudden the myou felt old, she had a mate, a pack, a family, a rank and well...Draco. Before now she had felt the eternal burning flame of her youth deep within her chest but already she could feel that flame doused by responsibility and duty, and the myou wondered how she might rekindle it. She had always loved preening and putting on a show for she certainly knew she had jaw dropping good looks, though it could be said she had never flaunted them, and she adored having males lavish her with attention. Simply another reason with the Enclave was the most ideal home for the parrot myou, it met all her needs beautifully and it turn it had a use for her that other packs might not have had given her size. She was just about to start the extensive process of preening her many layers of colourful feathers when a polite and rather gentlemanly voice reached her ears. Perking them forward she turned to lay eyes on what was surely the blackest looking wolf she had ever seen in her life. It was as though the night had taken wolf form and was now conversing with her under the falling light pink petals of the trees. Rising immediately she gave a delightful curtsy in response, bending her knees just so and extended her front paw outwards. Her wings feathers spread along her back like a rich cloak and her rather peculiarly long tail feathers swept out behind her like the train of a veil. It was a rather striking contrast against the male deep impenetrable black pelt and she could not help but compare him to a raven. What was the wolf`s species? He lacked the typical tail of a keiyou, though it would have been her first guess, so perhaps he was myou as well? Either way she smiled pleasantly, an errant petal landing on her head and she gave a dainty shake to get rid of it. Nodding in agreement she said, “Oh yes, a welcome break from the snow to say the least. How lovely it is to make your acquaintance Vereince, my name is Citrine. Might you be a passing traveller such as myself or do you call this wonderful place home?” Citrine`s voice came out as light and pleasant to the ears as crystal, her gentle inquiry a just response as she noted the way the sun caught the oily highlights of his pelt. Perhaps meeting a new face in a new place would help to rejuvenate her, she was young and could enjoy some innocent fun while away. Lowering her slender neck to munch on some sweet fruit while she waited for an answer, Citrine disguised her anticipatory smile, already her second soul acting up and glowing under the new attention. While she munched slowly she kept her aqua eyes peeled on the velvety black stranger, judging his response and trying to determine what his intentions might be and whether she should be concerned for her safety or not. She could not put herself in harm with a young brood to care for back home, it would not be suitable nor responsible of her person. C i t r i n e 's . S o n g

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[vereine.knox ♔]

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Vereine could already sense the smirk Dupre was trying to put on as the two watched the female curtsy. Cute. The raven snickered, his tone condescending and showing the slightest hint of amusement. There was a sense of jealousy bubbling within the myou as he let his eyes fall over the vibrantly colored other. He had always despised those who were blessed with such glamorous pelts and lived a life full of beauty; the want to try and strangle one was never something new. But Vereine was a gentleman, not some repulsive creature. He had class and sophistication, even when he wasn’t playing some stupid role. The raven screeched as he laughed at the wolf’s thoughts, thinking that he had far more class than some bloody canine. Don’t worry, sweatheart, with that classy white eye of yours and vibrant pelt, everyone is going to think you lead a life full of sophistication. Dupre mocked, only to receive a mental eye roll from Vereine.

Oh just look at her, Knoxie. Wouldn’t you just love to claw at that gorgeous face and rip her feathers out one by one? Perhaps even stick them in your own? Oh! Just think of the contrast! Dupre continued, practically giddy in delight. Piss off, you sick little shit. Vereine felt a low and nearly inaudible growl rise in his throat. He had grown use to the raven’s odd and murderous comments, the need even rubbing off on him, but the bird was an annoyance nonetheless and if he was going to make any friends today, now would have been the best of times for Dupre to keep his thoughts to himself. The last time he let the second soul’s innate desires get the best of him, he ended up running for dozens of days, mainly because the assault and near murder of the High Priestess’ sister was never a good thing to have on one’s reputation. A puff of pride built up within Dupre, but quickly simmered down when Vereine began to think about mutilating a group of ravens after the situation at hand had concluded.

Turning his attention back to the iridescently colored female, he gave a light laugh as she shook her head to rid herself of a fallen petal. ”Oh yes, a welcome break indeed. Though as beautiful as she may be, Winter was quite the finicky mistress. And the honor is all mine, Miss Cintrine.” Vereine replied, still keeping his voice calm and collected. ”A passing traveler, sadly. My home belongs to the Ryell Canyon, but I’ve been temporarily relocated to the Tiaga to... live with the Enclave.” He added. Vereine pulled a small, pained smile, as if to show a sense of hurt. It wasn’t like he was pulling the sympathy card, oh no, that was for more serious cases, but it never hurt to use less orthodox methods of winning someone over. It wasn’t like he actually missed the lands of the Ryell Canyon, oh god no, quite the opposite. It was too bloody hot for his liking and the pack diminished greatly, causing the whole place to quickly become a bore. He never gave the Enclave’s land much of a chance, but then again, he never thought much of the Enclave to begin with. A reformed pack was about as much as he knew about them, and also that their leader was rather close with his own Alphess, but knowledge beyond that was useless and irrelevant to him.

Vereine continued to watch her as she peered at him from a piece of fruit. Offering another smile, he decided to sit down, hopefully showing that he meant no harm and that his defenses were down. The female who referred to herself as Cintrine didn’t seem like the sort to go attacking wolves whenever she pleased, so he felt he had very little to worry about. Besides, he got a sense of innocence from her and doubted she’d be doing much fighting with him. Of course, because who’d want to scratch that precious face of yours. Dupre commented in obvious sarcasm. Vereine decided to push him to the side once more, refusing to indulge the second soul in childish conversation. Looking up to the branches and petals of the tree, he gave a soft sigh. ”It’s a shame though, this place is just simply beautiful. The perfect match for a female such as yourself.” Putting on a playful smirk, Vereine turned back to Cintrine, awaiting her reaction. Dupre merely rolled his eyes and waited for the trainwreck of a conversation to ensue.




_{word count ;; 819 !
tags ;; cintrine ! somatra !
ooc notes ;; because having vereine & dupre exchange 'your face' and 'thats what your mom told me last night' jokes seemed inappropriate for the current going ons.
musical inspiration ;; primadona - marina&the diamonds !}


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[Citrine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-21.jpg] "Speaking" Winter had indeed been a harsh mistress, she had not only inflicted Citrine with an unexpected pregnancy but also taken the life of one of her pups. Furthermore she had given Citrine two males to choose from, a confusing matter for one that simply wanted to believe in true love and remain the blissfully perfect family she had had always hope to be. However,the Enclave said that no males needed to take only one mate, perhaps this was applicable to female as well? How could she look Nautic in the eyes knowing how she felt for Draco? Was it not a betrayal of his loyalty and love to feel such an attraction to another male as well? Her emotions were different for each male, she could not group them together. For now she needed to focus on raising her fast growing pups anyways, they were her priority and then, well she did not know what would follow, maybe she could be content being with both males…She began to munch half hasard on a fruit, the liquid terribly sweet and flowing down her throat to unexpectedly generate heat in her stomach. Citrine wasn’t sure fruit were supposed to have that effect, but it felt good and so she continued to munch with more enthusiasm. Her ears perked up sharply as he mentioned he was staying in the Enclave, she had not seem him there before, so he was one of the refugees from the Cadre? She well understood his aversion to the cold lands, it wasn’t what she would have preferred as a climate and she often remained cooped inside her den in the cold months, but it was a pack that could offer her shelter and a safe place to raise her pups. She looked at Vereine and decided that maybe the poor male needed some comfort, after all he had lost his home and was forced to live in such a cold climate. Getting up she swayed lightly but it quickly passed and she shook her head lightly to clear the tiny fog that seemed to have lodged itself there.Must be from the long flight, she thought, perhaps I should eat some more to restore my energy. The dazzling parrot myou moved closer to the inky black raven myou and gave his shoulder a comforting nuzzle, “I am so sorry to hear this dear Vereine , I hope you will once again be able to return home.” Her words came out as a soft and delicate coo, rather similar to that of a bird. She moved back with a reassuring smile, though she did not offer the location of her home land, though she had not the faintest idea why, perhaps it was because she had come here to escape for a bit and did not want to dredge her own ties to it up in the conversation. Giggling slightly she said, “You really must have some of this fruit, it is simply scrumptious.” Leaning down she nosed about for another and finding one bit into it with her dainty pointed muzzled, small teeth piercing the flesh as juice dribbled down her chin languorously. Already she could feel her stress and worries beginning to dim and she attributed this to the peaceful atmosphere of the serene orchard, her body relaxed and the tension receded from her muscles. Really it was a pity that Vereine was not an Enclave member, Citrine rather thought they would get along well had they met before. His terribly dark pelt was mesmerizing in its darkness and his two toned eyes capture her interest and rather than feeling repulsed she felt drawn to that disturbing gaze. Feeling light hearted she began a small dance through the falling petals, he steps light as her brightly colored feathers flowed around her like a magical cape of colors. "Oh it is good to be free for a bit!" Stopping her twirling she came down into a crouching curtsy, a charming grin on her feminine maw as she spayed open her wings in finale. C i t r i n e 's . S o n g

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