The Gypsy [Caesar]

[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/gback-2.jpg] "Speaking" The orchard was peaceful in the warm fall day. The trees provided a well needed wind break from the vast openness of the plains. The careful pawfalls of a dark and sleek sennyo moved through the calm atmosphere. Her wet nose twitched slightly as she picked up faint traces of her one of her 'fellow' pack mates. Obviously he had stopped by recently. Though the ice-eyed female did no even bat a lash. Yes she was technically in the pack, but they had not been in their homeland so long she almost felt like herself once more. A free roaming wanderer with age as well as beauty. Her blue-morpho butterfly wings fluttered lazily on her narrow frame. Her silky pelt gleamed in the afternoon sun. She had told Rhia that the canyon was habitable again, yet the funny myou seemed transfixed on staying on with the Enclave. Much to Gypsy's chagrin. Gypsy liked playing with males just fine, but the oppressive chivalry of the Enclave put her off. They treated females kindly, almost to the point of covetousness, but they insisted on helping them with everything. So noble. It sickened her. She liked her games, and none of the Enclave males she had encountered wanted to play. Deep down in her shrewish heart, she imagined Ahote had something to do with it. Be the slight real or imagined, she had trouble remaining in the territory of the Enclave more than what was necessary for her alphess. So here she was, in a packland that had been long abandoned, partaking in the fruits of fall. Her long willowy hind legs helped her rear up as she reached for a sweet apple, swollen with ripeness. She carefully clamped her velvety maw around the fruit and pulled it down to her. She dropped back down with her prize in her jaws. Being a sennyo, she ate more fruits than meat. Nuts, berries and fish were a big part of her diet, and today she had a treat. She had come to this orchard before, and never had she seen such bounty. The seclusion of this place gave her an odd peace. Even melting her icy heart slightly. She nibbled casually making a bite here or there, then lapping up the sweet juice. Here she could eat in peace, sheltered from the wind and able to be concealed from predators. Well, most predators, she knew wolves passed through here often enough. As she lay in the grass, her feather-light tail twitched and floated idly in the breeze. For one as old as she, her life had been full of beautiful places and nice quiet moments. As much as she hated to admit it, she liked them. She enjoyed being able to relax and take in the sites. Though at times, as much as she would not admit it, it could get lonely.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-24.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Noble splashes of vibrant reds, oranges and golden yellows blended tastefully together with green foliage in the almost ancient looking orchard, the sun beating down with a crisp cheerfulness almost alarming in its mirth. A sight most would drink in like hungered beings starved of beauty, eyes greedily taking in surroundings so that such a vision might remain encrusted in the memory to last the coming winter months. However, such was not the case for one overly furry hybrid, a male deeply thrust into a comfortable sleep while he waited for the night hours to blossom into darkness. A predator in many ways, the peculiar looking creature's bulk was settled under the shady canopy of a fruit tree's embrace, nestled within the freshly fallen leaves. Soft white fur marred only with elegantly formed silver stripes ruffled in the breeze as the wolf's ears twitched in his slumber. This old beast had spent the night prowling for prey to play games with and taunt, his power allowed him to communicate with some ease with other species, and it always made finding a meal far more entertaining. His hunt had been met with bountiful success and his belly had been filled to his hunger's content. But with such a bulk to supply energy to, this regal looking brute needed a consistent flow of sustenance to keep alive and survive the life of a rogue. Beneath closed lids, the hybrid's mind flashed between past and present, a murky mixture of sin and lust, greed and temptation, and fate and choice that stewed into a potent concoction and spewed out in the form of grossly distorted images. Such was the dreams of one that had such a corrupted mind and had acted upon it; the visions were occasionally tempting allures and sometimes violent nightmares, it varied night to night. As a familiar female grazed but a couple yards away, Caesar the hybrid was jolted from his sleep, heart rushing and head pounding although the images that had disrupted so much had already faded from his conscious. Just as well for he wanted very little to recall them, and opening his great jaws the rogue yawned and finally rose from his resting spot. A long body stretched out, back arching in an almost feline manner as icy blue eyes touched on his surroundings. Annoyed and knowing very well that there would be no more sleep until the setting and next rise of the sun, the grouchy brute let out a gruff rumbling growl. He had spent most of the past months deep within the mountain paths and engrossed in their maze of caverns, secluded and seperated from the world. It did not bother Caesar to have no relation with other beings, most often he could not tolerate other wolves' presence, unless they were females of some appeal. In that respect Caesar still had one hunger left to starve his body, one addiction that was sending his being into withdrawal and the male was disappointed to say that this condition had persevered with the continuous lack of females to his taste. In fact, there had only been one female to ever really engage his fascination above mere looks, one slender enchantress that toyed with his game and bantered his words with great agility. And he had not seen this mysterious sennyo since, much to his consternation, although he'd never be the first to concede someone had left an impression on his being. That being said, the hybrid moved through the grass with predator steps, almost a lazy grace to his lanky strides as the strands of vegetation parted under his weight. It was only the scent on the other wolf that alerted Caesar to another's presence, had he not picked up on it he might very well have simply walked by without care. The familiar odor sent a jolt straight to his system as he stilled, mouth open as he scented the air, the eerily vibrant orbs of his eyes peering intently around as his ears swiveled. It was not long before he caught the faint sound of foliage being tussled, and with purposeful steps he moved through the grass, his striped tail twisting out behind him. And there she was, that most rare sight as a flash of exotically hued wings caught his attention, her finely curved body displayed for his eyes that were now alight with interest. Through the warm air his voice rumbled out, thick and spiced with an old accent, "What a fortunate find I have uncovered today, a rare enchantress that now crosses my way. Is it perhaps fate or mere coincidence we should mingle our paths once more madame?" Caesar gave Gypsy a polite nod of his head and a dip of his front paw that led his stocky body into a bow. | C a e s a r 's . S o n g |

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[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/gback-2.jpg] "Speaking" The blue baubles of her antennae bounced lightly as she ate. They quivered now and then, keeping track of what was going on, remaining tuned for changes in weather. The sennyo always tried to keep tabs on changes around her, especially in areas prone to sudden changes and natural disasters. An odd quirk that came with the strange wolves. As far as she could tell nothing was amiss. Her strange sense, however tuned, did not account for changes in company. Her nose quivered as well as she licked her soft lips clean of the sweet juice. Cold eyes scanned the orchard, and fell upon a white mass stalking her way. Caesar. One of the few wolves that she shared her name with on the first meeting. She remained on the ground, watching him as he moved toward her. It was rare that she would find a non-sennyo specimen that was older than her. She folded her antenna back down her delicate neck, allowing them to curl on either side around her ears, almost looking like earrings if wolves had such things. His voice rumbled through her, reverberating over her being. She answered his words with a coy smile and a twitch of her long tail. Her eyes danced over him as he bowed. With a forepaw she pushed the spent apple away before crossing her front paws over each other. She looked up at him, "A rare enchantress? What would that make you, then? An ensnared soul of rare blood that stalks through time. "He was close enough for her to get his scent; that musty, full-bodied scent that had not left her mind easily. He as the only worthy game she had had in years. "Fate and destiny laugh at the toils of wolves. Perhaps coincidence is their doing, or maybe it is determination that brings us both here."' Her voice was smooth this time, less barbed than it had been in the past. Her icy poison remained, though a lesser dose. Perhaps she was glad to see him. Her prone body stretched out as she got more comfortable, lounging in front of him so he could get a long hard look at her. "I trust you have not been idle since our first encounter." It was a veiled attempt at conversation, as much as she enjoyed to banter with him, she needed more to go on so she did not openly mock him. He was the kind she liked having sniffing around for her. Why turn him away with ridicule? He was a mystery that she was slowly realizing she wanted to unwrap.

[Cæsar]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-24.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Sitting down in a proud fashion, shoulders squared and tail lightly swatting the grass aside, Caesar let his icy blue gaze finish its open admiration of the sennyo's delectably suave curvature, pupils narrowing into almost feline slits. Purring forth a chuckle, the male replied, "Oh please madame, flattery will simply get you no where." The amused grin on his maw certainly alluded to the jesting nature of his words, flattery was almost a guaranteed way of earning a favorable note in Caesar's book; depending on the sincerity of the comment of course. In the warmth of the sun kissed grass the hybrid felt most at ease, much like his feline counterpart, moving through the golden strands was a preferably way to hunt and live. Settling down so that he rested now on his forearms, Caesar enjoyed a taste of the female's perfumed aroma, a tantalizing mixture of heady temptation and the pungent decadence of fresh fruit. This was without a doubt one of the brighter moments in the fallen ruler's past month, it would top the charts in the weeks to come as well. Ears flicking to capt sounds of rodents moving cautiously through the grass, the hybrid couldn't help but think that the two wolves that rested so majestically in the grass really were a vision from legends told to young pups before bed. This for some reason brought a rather satisfied huff from Caesar's throat as he angled himself to enjoy the view of his Gypsy in the best fashion. Her name seemed appropriate, in any case it added a whimsical air of mystery to it all that the hybrid found delightful. Caesar let Gypsy finish saying her peace and then smiled, humbly pleased by the warmer tone of voice being accorded to his presence. Shrugging his shoulders, the male replied a bit morosely, "Idle, no never quite idle." He'd been on the move plenty, though whether he'd been doing anything productive, well that was another matter depending on your definition of the word. "Bit of travelling into the northern territories, but I'm afraid I've been terribly bored, there is a horrid lack of individuals with whom to share an intellectual conversation these days, let alone ones with a beautiful face." Caesar tipped his head towards Gypsy, letting her know in not so many words he was alluding to her. "And you dear Gypsy, have you set paw into many hearts since our last encounter?" The tip of his tail curled in expectation, the smell of grass and fall leaves filling Caesar's senses in a welcome manner. | C a e s a r 's . S o n g |

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[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/gback-2.jpg] "Speaking" She offered him a coy smile in response to his false tone. She knew very well that flattery got them both far, seeing as they were both quite vain. Her light weight tail wavered, whispering across the grasses almost silently. Odd the two creatures so similarly fickle could get on so well. Perhaps they served as mirrors to the each other. She was not one to dwell on such things though, so the thought was fleeting. Her ears twitched as a pair of song birds twittered past, unmindful of the predators that rested beneath their roost. She lifted her gaze off her senior and peered up at them and they flitted noisily about. As quick as they came, they were off again chattering on as they went from tree to tree. Her gaze followed them, her face pensive. Her ears were drinking in the tones of the male when he resumed speaking. For a moment she was jealous of him, he was able to roam freely, while she had inadvertently chained herself to a pack. Sure she was a sort of emissary, able to travel on business, but she was always expected to come back. Though she did not really like going to the north during this time of year. Her physique was not well suited to cold climates. She gave him a slight hum, "Mmm....well going to further north for me isn't a good idea right now. No, way to keep toasty warm. But I hear it is nice this time of year" She looked around the area, not really wanting to admit her displeasure at her current living arrangement, "Frankly, I came here to get away from the Taiga for a bit. My pack is staying with the Enclave." Her tone suggested that she was not pleased with the arrangement. She scoffed a little at his last comment, "The males of the Enclave are too...stiff to even attempt to gain my interest. None are mentally or physically stimulating. Too busy following orders." She idly flipped to her side, minding her wings as always as she huffed slightly, a slight pout crossed her features. She was overdue for a good time, but the selection was limited. Perhaps she was frustrated with her current life choices, it was hard to tell really.