Deuce lone wolf
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(7/15/05 10:31 pm) Reply
She's made of velvet and that slow summer style...{{AW}}
Deuce sauntered slowly through the anciet forest that rose silent and still around her lithe wraithlike form. She was no longer a lone wolf, but she still insisted apon acting as one, to the point she deliberately ignored her border dutys to explore the nearby territories. Velveteen paws soundlessly crushed the rain fallen debris from the recent rash of thunderstorms. Breathing deeply, she smelled naught but the passed storms and the dense, moist fog that persistently lingered in the area.
Grinning slightly, her proud tail held high, the fog colored femme paused to admire the simple sight of a willow tree, her bicolored eyes dancing slightly. Her ear flickered as a faint noise, muffled by the fog, came to her attention. She arched an eyebrow, and decided to investigate. Slowly, she approached the area she'd heard the noise from, and paused when she saw a silver pelted fox. Amused, she watched it rejoin it's mate, then she turned away.
Padding back into the fog from whence she came, the femme paused to investigate a fallen bird's nest. A delicate sniff told her the nest had been there many seasons. A simple swipe of her paw, and the thing of beauty was gone, as was the femme's good mood. Swift as the fickle weather of early summer, the fey's humor had gone from amused to irritable.
Her moods had always been unreliable as a dust devil in the dry dusty desert. Even as a pup, she'd been able to go from sweet and lovable to vexing and snappish. It was the one way to keep her 'father' off balance when it came to her and her little sister. Deuce's bicolored eyes went misty at the thought of her sister. How she missed the petite rascal. The two sisters had been nothing alike. Where Deuce was pushy and demanding, her sister Faith had been docile and tame. Where Deuce irritated her 'father', Faith tried to keep the werewolf placid and calm.
Deuce snorted and began to lope throught the forest. The speed she set for herself was to brush away the cobbies from the long winter and spring, and to restore her usual fickle humor to it's bright, witty, sharp self.
Re: She's made of velvet and that slow summer style...{{AW}}
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She appears oh so lonely. Sorry if this post isn't all that, I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things >_<
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Like the light at the end of the tunnel, Deacon illuminated the hazey atmosphere, aglow as the celestial spheres were in the midnight sky. With evidence of a most recent kill still visble along powerful jowls the arrogant male moved with utmost grace through the lush valley. His gait was slow and lazy, but his swagger was nearly absent, despite his relaxed appearence.
Every spot the golden Hellian placed his large paws seemed to wither and die under the sheer weight of the powerful beast. The gleaming gold pelt shifted like liquid, a perfect combiant with the brutes strangely fluid movements. Deacon stalked the world as if he owned it, along with everything in it, the brute was that conceited, yes. Besides, it wouldn't be as much fun if he did bring so much conflict with those demonic indigo eyes.
Like sparkling gems, fixed into the walls of a smokey cave, Deacon's tell-tale violet-blue oculars hid the golden ghost in the swirling mist. Velvet nostrils took in the scents and something familiar made brows furrow. His flat tongue unconciously licked at blood stained shops, washing away a little more of the scarlet paint, revealing the beautiful creamy fur beneath.
Moving a little farther into the glen, Deacon confrimed that the other wolven scent he picked up was indeed one he was "well aquainted" will. A rather crule smile played across ambient librums, and the male was off at a faster trot, a mere 20 or so meters behind his dear ivory fae. The golden brute wore the fog like a cloak around him, stalking as he was trained to do. The handsome brute was sure he had assigned the wolfess some sort of duty to keep her busy and out of his sights for a while, who knew she was such a rebel. Deacon snorted lightly, who knew? He knew. Since the first time they met, he knew she was trouble. Alas, Deadwood needed wolves, and he had been rather intrigued by the femme, but he wondered how long this intrigue would last.
Having closed the distance with the ease of a shooting star, the golden male allowed a 3 or 4 meters between them before he opened his jowls. "I thought I occupied you with boarder duty. Care to explain?" Velvet baritone was rough, but light. Not the least bit scolding. Deacon was joking, a satire of life as always, but something in his burning violet fire eyes revealed the slightest bit of displeasure. He was just a little frustrated that the fae took his words for granted, but he wasn't foolish enough to think one wolf had complete control over another.
Deuce lone wolf
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(8/20/05 4:58 am) Reply
Re: She's made of velvet and that slow summer style...{{AW}}
((Gorgeous aavy! Welcome back! LOL))
"I thought I occupied you with boarder duty. Care to explain?" A wry smile crossed the fey's face, her bicolored eyes completely unapologetic. "I wasn't occupied enough, so I decided to explore. that, too, is part of my duty, is it not? To be familiar with the surrounding territories, that is?" She offered the male a silken smile, in a slightly better mood now that she had someone at her side to irritate.
She looked into the golden brute's violet eyes and gave him another smile, brushing past him. "I could show you what I've discovered if you'd like, Sir Deacon." A flippant tone accented the softly spoken words, heaviest on the sir. "This area in particular is quite interesting." She looked over her shoulder at the male, waiting for his denial or assent.
The glen's ever-present mist clung to the femme's ivory fur, and sank into her bones, making her eager to be moving on, to get the blood circulating again. At the thought of being on the move, the fey's traiterous mind brought back memories of the last time the two souls had met before. A chase had led her to win and lose. She'd won acceptnce to the brute's pack, but lost her dignity, thanks to a mortifying spill as she ran. She'd also lost her freedom, but that was almost of her own choice. The price she'd named had been alphess, but an impetous tempertantrum had earned her the lowly scout position instead. Now she awaited her alpha's orders.
Re: She's made of velvet and that slow summer style...{{AW}}
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Thank you, I also fancy what you have done with yours. Sorry if this is a short post >_<
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Although the haze was still heavy it appeared that the brute's golden radiance of ego easily pushed away all the clingy mist. His mind wandered back to their previous meeting, as he fized the ivory fae with an unreadable gleam set deep in his violet fire optics.
Creamy librums pulled into a feral smile, a leer that was pure and reeking of arrogance. Deacon cocked his great crown to one side, an amused glint exploding somewhere deep within the bold indigo marbles. "Alright. Show me." the rumble of his smooth baritone broke the stretching silence all of a sudden. It was strangely soft, perhaps he was just wary.
Without much else said, the Hellian brushed the wolfess aside, a slow saunter in the direction she was heading before his arrest. Even when the atmosphere was damp and sullen, the brute emitted his unique scent of dried spices--tangy and smoldering in midsummer sun. The handsome brute's tassel swung up, establishing his pride as Alpha, and powerful deltoids shifted under rough sunburst fur as he seemed to part the silvern fog like the Red Sea. "Shall we?" he ushered in an amused tone.
Deadwood Jorn and Pala beta and scout
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(8/26/05 6:06 pm) Reply
Re: She's made of velvet and that slow summer style...{{AW}}
((*screams* I lost my post!!!!!))
Deuce faltered slightly, then realized that she was falling into the instnctive pack wolf behaviour that she so despised. She picked her tail up and brushed past Deacon regally, her eyes narrowed slightly. She led him deeper into the Glen by severla miles, then abruptly changed directions, heading west.
The furthur west they headed, the denser the surrounding vegetation grew. With a slight smirk, she pushed through two bushes that grew right up against each other, and stepped onto a small outcrop of rock that overlooked her greatest find.
Beneath the outcropping of rock laid a small "L" shaped lake, fed by a small but rushing waterfall which was on the long side of the "L." The ivory fey sat on the edge of the outcropping, indicating with a gesture the trail that led down to the side of the lake.
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He followed in swift pursuit. An earthbound beam of glaring sun, shooting though the dense fog, touching the damp soil with cloud coated paws and thundering down the row like distant thunder. His flat tongue hung from open jowls, and dark violet hues burned a path through the thickening forests. They were heading into Stellar lands, not crossing the border, but certainly moving into lush greenary that were past his boundaries. Regardless.
When it appeared the snowy fae had come to a stop, thick pads came to a slow sauntering halt behind her, conviently shaking out his rich carmal pelt--dislodging tiny drops of cool mist that clung to sunburst hairs. Bright oculars pierced the tranquil scene, taking in the air with flared nares. Indeed, he hadn't bothered to stray this far from the packlands.
Deacon fixed the ivory fae with his stunningly darken gaze, hinting at her gester and gave a small snort. Great auds pitched forth and tassel swept high before creamy talons took to the small trail. The handsome brute was interested in what kind of secrets were hidden within the lake's placid depths.
Deadwood Jorn and Pala beta and scout
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(9/2/05 9:34 pm) Reply
Re: She's made of velvet and that slow summer style...{{AW}}
Bicolored eyes watched the male silently, awaiting his response to her discorvery. When no discernable reaction was forthcoming, she stood, then sauntered down the trial, almost offended that he wasn't as impressed by the area as she was.
She didn't bother to look back, to see if the golden brujo had followed. She simply dove into the water from another, lower lying ledge, enjoying the warm feel of it as it enclosed her in it's intimate embrace. She paddled around for a few, then just rested in the shallows, letting the warm water soothe her minor aches and pains away.
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