Should I [Swalleena/OPEN] could I?

[°Raz Hava°]

The spotted keiyou took in a gulp of fresh fall air as she felt her chest expand with every moving inch of her own muscles. Her toned wings fluttered as she spiraled into the clouded skies. Raz was living life, and enjoying it. She began to smell something out of the ordinary. She spat with agitation "Pack lands.." growling, the winged wolf debated turning around or flying through. She did not want another encounter like with her last pack experience. Her whole body shivered at the thought of the brute from the enclave snapping at her lithe form as she raced across the air.

Though, it was fun, it was the chase, the adrenaline rush, that Raz Hava adored and sought after. Regardless of the trouble she would be in. If it wasn't for her swift body, she wouldn't be alive today. But she still decided to live as though she had no tomorrow. Constantly wandering on borrowed time, the keiyou decided she would take the risk, as her flying shape neared the pack's borders. After all, she had to keep her stamina and speed in check if she ever actually needed to run.

She felt something on her heels, but she couldn't see anything, or feel anything. But she definitely felt watched. Raz skidded to a halt only inches before the pack's borders, glancing around nervously for any sight of another pack member.

"W-whose there? Show yourself! You can't scare me!" her wings beat vigorously as she hovered in place.

[Swalleena]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-28.jpg] "Speaking" Swalleena had finally woken with what felt like her first breath of fresh air that morning, as though something within her had awakened from her secluded stay deep within the misty confines of the noble forest's embrace. Emerald green eyes sparkled with golden flecks of light as the pale wolf looked out onto her home and decided that today she would take to the skies and come out from her independent living. Stretching her white limbs, delicate members that were finally crafted as though from the most breakable material, the rare whisp lifted her head and sniffed at the air, the air precisely for it was the air that really spoke to her. Of course there were never any words, but because of her smoke form Swalleena preserved a deeper connection to the air and the mists of Lake Amarenthyst. With a lady-like flap of her wings, the spry female took to the skies, misting in and out to avoid collision with the moss draped branches until finally it was the sun that fell onto her body, gracing her pelt with its warmth. Smiling in easy appreciation, the whisp felt liberated and weightless, which in all reality was quite physically true. The wolf weighed nothing of significance, but her limbs did not appear emaciated and her body underfed -naturally it was not- and instead Swalleena conserved the appearance as delicate and rather physically breakable. Still, she didn't mind this evident physical vulnerability, her smoke form allowed her efficient camouflage deep within the misty lands of the Centena Accord territory so that mostly no one really saw her when she passed. Even when visible she was a qualm individual, quiet and slightly reserved thought certainly never anything less than amicable. Swalleena had been air born for a little whiles before she came to rest upon the extended limb of a tree, partially in smoke form she weighed very little and was in no danger of falling. The breeze ruffled her this way and then, as though to rock her in some comforting greeting and for the moment the whisp sat and watched her surroundings. Suddenly an overhead flash of color and the sound of wings in the wind caught her attention and the whisp reverted into full smoke form. Visible if you knew what precisely you were looking for, indeed Swalleena possessed not the ability to become invisible, but still rather efficiently camouflaged. She did not know whom this wolf was, though the air told her by scent that she was not part of the Centena Accord, which meant by default she could be dangerous for the whisp. Still, Swalleena had a courageous heart and wanted to make sure the stranger did not pose any threat to the pack lands, so she followed along cautiously. The other wolf finally spoke into the air, a voice filled with evident suspicion and perhaps a tinge of apprehension, but Swalleena couldn't be sure. A hasty retreat behind some thick branches bought the whisp enough time to debate whether she should show herself or not, she had the opportunity to beat a hasty retreat, but it didn't seem proactive, and maybe, just maybe, this other wolf might turn out to be nice? Taking a breath, Swalleena moved out onto an extended branch and finally made herself visible, bright eyes looking onto what appeared to be the most colorful keiyou she had ever seen. Speaking in her usual soft voice, the whisp said, "You needn't fear me miss, I was just making sure my pack borders remained safe." Swalleena dipped her head, looking at the other wolf with intelligent but friendly eyes as she tucked her violet shadowed white wings about her body. The whisp was an odd sight really, her body was a soft white, but the shadows were tinged with bruised violet, the relative lack of color in her pelt enhancing the vividness of her eyes. Right now she was looking at the stranger's pelt with curious admiration, enjoying the delightful hues of color. S w a l l e e n a's . S o n g

[°Raz Hava°]

The oddly colored keiyou cocked her head to one side as she circled the other wolf now. Full tail, definitely not a pure breed keiyou at the least. Was she maybe a hybrid? She never knew of any mixes that could dissipate like that before others eyes. Either way, Raz decided to be cautious, who knows what this wolf hides underneath that fur?

"Who are you?" she beat her wings as she hovered in place before the white wolf, confusion laced on her maw.

Before the wolf could reply, she huffed and laughed. "Doesn't matter... you wanna keep trespassers out of your territory? Than see if you can keep up!" with that the other wolf took off into the clouds above.

Raz was known for being a troublemaker and enjoying the thrill of the chase, she would go from one end to the other of the territory and stay at a high altitude so that the other wolf couldn't trick her and use shortcuts. Raz hated cheaters, especially when they had the advantage over the other players.

Too bad there was never a pack that fit her needs, she was constantly on the move, constantly living on a thread of life.

"Come on slowpoke!" she grinned as she looked back quickly before beating her wings harshly to pick up the pace.

It wouldn't be long now before she would be at the other end, and still no sign of the other wolf. Did she give up on the chase? Raz hated when they did that too, it was no fun if they didn't follow through with her requests..

So she paused for a moment and looked around. Hellooooooo? I mean seriously... where did you go?" she hesitated for a moment, wondering if she went to get reinforcements. If they circled her to the ground, she would surely be caught. "I know what you're thinking! And it's not gunna work!"

[Swalleena]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-28.jpg] "Speaking" Now as an individual Swalleena was modest really almost to a fault, she hardly ever spoke of her attributes and really only considered discussing her abilities to be a thorough waste of time when she could be applying them to helping others. She was at heart rather soft, but most importantly a healer in many ways well before she'd ever received her healing powers. Perhaps the extend of her assertiveness extended to really only scolding, the whisp was firm with her own boundaries and establishing them, but then again there wasn't a lot she wouldn't do to help a fellow wolf in trouble. In any case, among the qualities she had at her disposal was the ability to meld into smoke, heal other's bodies, and less known the decisively marked gift of speed native to all wolves of her species. So, when the strange looking keiyou took to the clouds like a bat out of hell, it wasn't really a challenge to follow, though Swalleena had no intent of rubbing that fact in. Instead she merely glided along in smoke form through the clouds, watching with quiet interest as the other female dashed to and fro and waited until the other wolf grew bored of her apparently lonely antics. Swalleena let the female talk aloud for a moment or two before finally materializing not far from the wolf's right. With clear and sharp eyes, the whisp noted, "I'm afraid you're very much mistaken, I do not mean to sound pompous but I gather you have not had the opportunity to learn much about my species?" She shook her head and gave a small sigh before adding, "First of all I am a whisp, my species have the natural ability of speed, so please do not tire yourself out needlessly trying to out run me, it simply is not a fair match. Secondly, do you really consider it wise to tamper with pack borders? One of our wolves can manipulate ice and freeze you out of the sky if they had a mind to do so I suppose. The other is a rather adept sharp shooter, they control stones and might actually enjoy using a trespasser as target practice. So for your safety I thought it would be best to advise you of these matters. You don't seem to really be here with the intent to cause aggression, unless I am mistaken?" Swalleena paused and gave the female a contemplative look, calm and rather confident with her admonitions; they had not been placed forth as threats, but merely as honest warnings. Ghosting in and out of focus as was her routine way of being, the whisp hovered in the comfort of the clouds, the humidity in their embrace was simply such a fantastic experience for her species that thrived on such conditions. It was largely why the Lake Amarenthyst appealed to the female so much, it met all her needs and she had found a sense of serenity in the land. Finally she decided to answer the female's question, she had no qualms about letting others know who she was, however she expected the same courtesy in return. "Now to answer your first question as I would have done if I'd been given the chance, my name is Swalleena, I am a whisp but foremost I am a Savant Healer in the Centena Accord, the pack that claims most of this land as their territory. And you might be?" Her words were said with a bit of humble pride, Swalleena had developed a bond with her pack and considered herself rather fortunate to count herself as one of their own. S w a l l e e n a's . S o n g