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Post by queenalice on Jun 9, 2011 23:19:40 GMT -5
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Soaring through the sky, golden and red wings spread wide, a summer wind tugging at her fur. Ah... this was life and freedom.... and ruling. The sky was open and cloudless, just how she liked it. The canyon was so large and wide. You could fit so many wolves in a line in one area, and can barely fit three wolves in other spaces. Now if only I could rule over this... She thought with a devilish smirk on her face. Ruling was all she wanted to do, because she was Queen. That was all she felt that she could ever be meant for. Just because she was a runt, and small, and strangely put together, did not mean she could not be a ruler of something great.
She landed the edge of the canyon, posed with her head high and her chest puffing out. Just being up here made her feel like a queen. The wind was still warm and comforting. Her large wings pressed to her sides. If only her stupid family could see her now, how she has grown, how well she is doing. But they are too pathetic to be in her Queen like presents. What wolf would ever not be too pathetic in her presents? Who knows.
Queen picked up her wings, above her back, plopped onto her bottom, then sat her wings back down to her sides. For a moment, she let her tong roll out of her mouth, and pant. But she then quickly put it back into her mouth and held her head higher. She is Queen.
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Post by catch22 on Jun 9, 2011 23:41:38 GMT -5
Torn limped across the canyon-top. Jackalope. He froze. Food was always a need for him. It was fairly far away though, could he get it? He could try.
Being a cripple, he had developed new hunting methods to survive, and he liked to view himself as improving at last. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he looked in his sight. He saw te earth. No matter how many times he did it, it took his breath away. He saw every hairline crack, every rock harder than the others. He selected a rock on the surface near him and nudged it into the air. So far, so good. He aimed at the prey.
Exhaling he propelled the rock forward, and hit with a crack. About 6 inches away from the jackalop. He sighed, and his vision returned to normal. The jackalope had bounded off already.
He turned, ready to move on, when something some distance away caught his eye, up on a cliff. A flyer. Torn froze. Had it seen him, what of his Master, no, she wasn't this far out. Please, look like a rock he thought, please, I'm not tasty looking, please, I'm not here. He stared at it. It moved.
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Post by queenalice on Jun 10, 2011 0:08:40 GMT -5
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Queen put her nose to the sky. Sniff...Sniff. Something was different in the air... something smelled like other wolf. She turned her head... Oh..that wolf. . She got up and turned around to look at the wolf. Sniff... male...Sniff... different packs... Sniff... hm... potential friend... eh...maybe not. She didn't make friends, why would this one be any different. She awaited for the male to introduce himself and bow down to his Queen. Of course that probably wouldn't happen, so for now she shall do the first introducing.
"I am Queen. What is your title?" Name. Title. Same diff.
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Post by catch22 on Jun 10, 2011 0:19:10 GMT -5
Torn was halted. Queen? Queen of what? He daren't ask, she was... formidable. Torn remained rooted to the spot. He didn't know what to do. He decided going with his usual Cadre slave mentality would be best. Torn inclined his head. "I am Torn". He thought it a little odd to be asked for a title, but torn fit him either way.
Another thought. What if she was a member of the Cadre, or a friend. He could get in trouble if he wasn't polite. It took much of his willpower to remain without shaking.
"Can I help you Mistress?" He gave the title mistress to any female above him in the pack. It would do here.
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Post by queenalice on Jun 10, 2011 13:58:21 GMT -5
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Torn... hmm... what an interesting name. It also delighted her that he should call her mistress. He was the first that ever called her by such a title without her asking him to. "Yes, you may indeed help me. I have never been to such a canyon as this. A pack probably lives here. Yes indeed. What pack lives here? Do tell." She said with an amused smile. Surely this Torn would tell her.
"And by the way my dear, you don't have to look so uptight but I do appreciate it. If only I earned that kind of respect...." She said the last part quite quietly but then she shook it off and when to her usual queen self.
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Post by catch22 on Jun 10, 2011 15:32:51 GMT -5
Torn listened to her upright speech, ready to accept everything as her own. She didn't know what pack lived here. Stranger. He could try and run, but she had wings, she could rip him to shreds before he got too far. Best to play along.
"There is a pack known as the Cadre that lives her. I don't know much else, I am enslaved by their leader, the Master." No harm in that right? Right, okay, he was feeling a little better now, maybe she would let him go.
Damn, he said he was a slave. That meant that if she wanted to she might take that as an opportunity to force her will onto him. He would rectify that later, he wasn't thinking properly apparently. Months as a slave were dulling his senses, he made a mental note to keep sharp in the future.
Don't look so uptight. He mentally bristled for a moment. He was not uptight, he was just acting in his best interests to stay alive. But her last comment puzzled him. Earned what? Eh, what did he care. Just play the game, he had learned that by now.
"Of course Mistress."
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Post by queenalice on Jun 24, 2011 21:42:43 GMT -5
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OCC; Sorry I took so long to reply!!!
BIC; Hmm... enslaved by a pack that she had never heard of... how exciting! Queen was thrilled by this stranger (who she had to admit, was fairly attractive). "Well.. Torn... do tell me about yourself. You don't seem like a bad lad." Queen said, raising her chin up slightly. Though she just hated to not be the main topic of someone's thoughts and truth be told, rather listen to the own sound of her voice, she loved to learn about others. Though hardly keeping it inside her head.
"Also, if you care to listen," Not that Queen actually would notice if he cared about listening to her. "I am not really an alpha or anything, though I do hope that in some point in time I will be, but part of a small pack that I know little to nothing about. I just needed somewhere to start if I ever want to gain some kind of control over something. I mean, I must have the ability some day to be able to rule or else my name shouldn't be Queen. But it is and so it shall be at one point in time or another. Also, if I hadn't mentioned before, my name is Queen. Er, disregard that because I just remembered that I did tell you. Now, do go on with telling me about yourself." Queen never noticed if he had even started to talk about himself. Dose she ramble much? Not that she cares nor notices.
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