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Post by Magick on Aug 16, 2006 17:13:26 GMT -5
A bundle of multi-coloured fur lay in a heap 'pon one of the larger, and less sharp-edged, rocks surrounding the creek. Slowly, a head rose from the fur, mahogany light pouring from two points, on either side of her muzzle. Yes, her- for the bundle of fur was not just that; it was a wolf, a female wolf, to be more precise.
Her name? Gypsy.
Tail flicking lazily, as if to put-off the swarm of wasps close by, until one stung the furry appendage, and she yelped, sitting upright, tail curling quickly around her body, before she gave an agitated glare at the swarm, and leapt off of the rock, landing in the water. She gave a gasp as the sudden, icy chill stung her senses, and coughed out a mouthful of water that she had inadvertantly swallowed.
Bounding swiftly through the water, Gypsy quickly pulled herself onto one of the rocks on the other side of the creek, giving her body a thorough shake, to let the water droplets clinging to it fall onto the rock beneath her. Lithely, she leapt onto the rock neighbouring the one she had shaken on- the previous was now as soaking wet as she had been.
Flopping down onto this rock, she winced slightly as a sharp edge scratched at her body, as said body stretched out onto the rock- with the midday sun high in the sky above her, she would dry off quickly, so what better way to pass the time than sleeping?
Eyelids sliding shut, soft sigh falling from her lips, the female formed the bundle of curled-up fur she had been before the sudden drama, her ears flattening against her skull, her mind void of the thought that she ought to check for other wolves before falling asleep; she might be kind enough at the core, but she was generally quite distant when it came to other wolves- no doubt thanks to her lack of socialising with them, due to her past.
A past which was tattooed on her memory- which came to life every time her mind was elsewhere- be it whether she was daydreaming, dreaming, or having a nightmare- which was what happened to her most of the time, when her eyelids slid shut, and her breathing adapted to that of a slumbering wolf.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 17, 2006 9:29:13 GMT -5
Ooc:// I will place Tyran here, post coming. ^^,
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Post by Magick on Aug 17, 2006 9:34:47 GMT -5
OoC : Great! ^^ Thanks for saving me from boredom. ^^ |
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 17, 2006 15:50:10 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
Bored emerald optics narrowed to slits as ray of free sunlight escaped through the thinning treetops, their last coating of auburn leaves dropping one by one, as though a reminder of the bitter winter not far ahead.
Snow-white plume swished in his arrogance as he walked, paw's deep in the thick coating of colourful crunchy leaves. However, the mascu showed no apparent signs of pride and vanity, as he walked he held his cranium low, perhaps a sign of low self-esteem. Emerald's twinkling beneath their dipped lids with a mischief it seemed he was trying to hide.
But maybe, it was just the brightness of the sunlight.
You could never tell with Tyran.
The woodland was thinning, he could view water just outside from a stunning creek, clear and fresh with smooth agile waters lapping quietly and peacefully through to the trecharous Rafiya River and beyond. He smirked to himself. Maybe this was going to be a good day after all.
He broke out of the woodland, shaking his short, dazzlingly white fur free of stray leaves fallen from their branches, as though their life was over, and to rest on the ground until they broke down to nothing. Just another part of the soil. Dipping his maw briefly in the cool stream, his audials perked to the sound of a satisfied, tired sigh.
Cranium turning, he watched the somewhat attractive femmora in her sleep. Not wanting to disturb her, but craving company all the same. Somehow, you shouldn't feel sorry for him. Because the malicious smirk stained his mug and the mischievious glint in his optic's shone bolder than ever.
Looks like Tyran would be having a bit of his "fun" after all.
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Post by Magick on Aug 17, 2006 16:22:36 GMT -5
From where Tyran stood, Gypsy may have appeared to have fallen into a deep sleep, but, in reality, as one could tell from close up, her sleep was, as always, light- a sudden blast of noise could easily awaken her as could, it seemed, the nightmare that was consuming her mind.
Body atop her's, smirk 'pon the face of her brother, as he leered down at her snapping form beneath his paws. The smirk 'pon his muzzle grew as he lowered his slavering jaws, and Gypsy stopped snapping up at him -for his jaws were dangerously close to her's now-, and, instead, turned her head to one side, to avoid looking at the hate-filled eyes above her. He lowered his head further, a pink snake whipping from between his lips, wiping across her forehead, and she felt sick to her stomach.
Reacting purely on instinct, to get him off of her, she retracted her head closer to her shoulders, then pushed her muzzle up quickly, jaws snapping shut on his throat.
Only, in her nightmare, things happened differently to how they had in reality, for his jaws then snapped onto her's, breaking the skin, and forcing her to relinquish her hold on his throat before she had the chance to rip his throat out. She wriggled violently under his overpowering weight, trying to break free of the jaws clamped onto her's.
"You know, if we hadn't been siblings, there could have been a life for us."
Lezane smirked as he spoke, his lips only moving enough to keep her jaws still in his. He moved quickly, next, swiftly releasing her muzzle, then moving one clawed paw onto it, making her head turn at a painful speed, and slamming her muzzle down against the ground.
His tongue emerging again, he slid the offending thing across her throat, along what part of her muzzle that was uncovered.
"Oh well."
As he spoke, he smirked yet again, before his jaws snapped forwards, opening, and closing on her throat, as she had done to him. Only, in her nightmare, he did the same she had done to him in reality- he ripped out her throat.
A whimper escaped her throat as she was jolted out of her nightmare, head quickly lifting, scanning the area urgently, before her gaze settled onto Tyran, and her eyes narrowed slightly- why hadn't she scented him before she'd fallen asleep? Nonetheless, she flashed a quick, polite smile in his direction, before uncurling and stretching on the rock, then leaping from it down to the grassy bank, gaze upon Tyran, though it was curiousity in her gaze, nothing more, nothing less.
"Hey."
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 18, 2006 7:29:22 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
A cheeky, charming smirk was painted across his mug, his plume flicked flirtatiously and he replied her simple greeting.
"Hey."
He got to his white paws, emeralds glittering with curiousity and mischief. She was sure an attractive little thing. Light grey fur with a tannish look about it, odd pieces of rusty red dusted on the back of her audials and top of muzzle. Much more vibrantly coloure dthan himself, for all he bore 'pon his pelt was the short, dazzling white. Nothing more, nothing less. mind you, he was pretty proud of his pelt, and wouldn't change it if he had the choice.
"Who are you?"
(Argh...writer's block...)
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Post by Magick on Aug 18, 2006 17:49:00 GMT -5
Mahogany eyes studying the male for a few moments, Gypsy finally allowed a small smile to grace her features, softening her attractive face further, creating a small, burning flame inside of her mahogany eyes, mischief twinkling beside the flames. Multi-coloured fur rippled as slender muscles shifted beneath her fur, paws slipping across the ground as she shifted back down to a lying position, studying gaze still on Tyran.
"Gypsy. I'm Gypsy. And you are?"
A coy smile flashing across her muzzle, she glanced from the white-furred male to the part of rock beside her- clearly inviting him to come and sit beside her, but whether he did or no was completely his decision; if Tyran chose not to, she wouldn't press matters.
OoC : I've caught the dreaded block! D:
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 19, 2006 6:30:36 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
A sly smirk passed his features, his optics sparkling green and deep like shattered glass, he made his way to the rock, elegantly leaping ontop, flopping down, paws crossed infront of him calmly.
"I'm Tyran."
He gazed across at her, noting her attractive, mixed brown fur. The delicate dark stripes contrasting well along her soft grey back. Her optics, a deep rich mahogany as though flames were burning in their depths. He smiled foolishly at her, and for a secound the strange thoughts of his game instantly evapourated, before he shook his head a little and they came rushing back. Maybe, maybe just a little fainter this time...
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Post by Magick on Aug 19, 2006 6:59:42 GMT -5
“Nice name. Oh, and- nice to meet you.”
One eyebrow rising slightly at his foolish smile, Gypsy smiled back, tail flicking gently behind her as she sat back up again, stretching for a moment, before allowing her gaze to rove over him, amusedly copying his roving gaze over her. Her smile grew slightly as she finished her inspection of the white male, an amused glimmer shining in mahogany eyes.
“You like what you see?”
She smirked after speaking, obviously commenting on his roaming gaze. She gave him an appraising glance for a moment, smirk deepening as she kept the comment she wished to speak to herself- she could say it later, if need be.
“I’m not stupid or anything, Tyran.”
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 19, 2006 14:06:00 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
He blinked at her, never had a fae been that quick to catch onto his little game before. He got up, slowly stretching.
"Who wouldn't?"
He said cooly, looking down at her with glittering, suave optics.
"Why? You like what you see?"
He joked, striking a pose, white plume wavering slightly in the wind.
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Post by Magick on Aug 19, 2006 14:27:24 GMT -5
Eyes following his movements, she smirked at his cool tone, eyebrows raising at his question, smirk widening when he posed, obviously joking but, for some reason, Gypsy couldn’t help but replace her smirk with a smile.
“Sure do.”
Her voice wasn’t cold at all, as his had been, but definitely held more than just a hint of amusement. Tail flicking, she stood also, quickly moving onto one of the other rocks, obviously annoyed a little by his tone. Dropping down briefly into a stretch, she followed the motion by rolling over onto her back, yawning quietly, tail flicking between her legs, rising like a snake to a charmer.
“You’re a moody piece of work, huh?”
This was said by a female wolf who was currently lying on her back, mahogany eyes watching him, coldly- she had earlier just waved off his tone but, now, had let it through her barriers, and was pretty annoyed now.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 19, 2006 16:06:29 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
His sleek, handsome face curved into a smirk, emerald's glittering mischieviously beneath dipped lids, as he leaned closer to her, plume waving flirtatiously.
"It has been said."
His voice held what hers had held, amusment at this strange situation. He flopped back onto the rock, cranium rested on his paws innocently, optics huge and liquid cutely like a small pup. White audials stood erect and curious ontop of his head, all of his senses trained on her intensely.
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Post by Magick on Aug 19, 2006 16:19:21 GMT -5
Gypsy couldn’t help but giggle softly at Tyran when he flopped onto the rock, rolling back over onto her stomach and standing up slowly before, moving swifter than most wolves could, leapt back onto the other rock, namely- onto Tyran, for-paws on either side of his skull, back-paws on either side of his hind legs.
“Bet this doesn’t happen often to you.”
She smirked lightly as she finished speaking, mahogany eyes gazing down at him for a moment, before her smirk was replaced with a coy smile, before she shifted off of him, sitting down in an elegant fashion on the corner of the rock, head tilted, dark eyes glittering, shadows cast across her attractive face.
“Bet you’re a right player, though.”
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 19, 2006 16:42:29 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
He rolled onto his back, paws suspended cutely together on his chest. He stretched backwards, his optics fixated on her, cute smirk painted acoss his mug.
"Again, it has been said."
He rolled off of the rock, getting to his paws, audials twitching and tassel lashing mischieviously. He tilted his head slightly, giving her a mysterious gaze with a sly twinkle in his optics.
He watched her closely, highly amused in this smart, very beautiful looking fae.
It seemed as though he was bored, like she did this sort of thing everyday. In his eyes anyway.
Still, he found it highly amusing. He gave her a brief smile before his maleovant smile crept back again, staining his mug and morphing his long face from friendly to sly, flirtatious.
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Post by Magick on Aug 19, 2006 16:56:17 GMT -5
A slow smile spread across her shadowed face as she watched him watching her, before the smile turned into a mischievous smirk as a plan formed in her mind. Ears flattening back against her skull briefly, she crouched down from her seated position, as if forming a ‘play bow’, before, muscles snapping out, she leapt quickly over Tyran, landing behind him, then rearing up on her hind legs, giving his body a sharp push with her forepaws, and pushing him straight into the creek.
“Hope you like to swim!”
She laughed, before realising that she, too, was falling into the creek, and giggled madly as her body toppled right over into the water- just beside Tyran; thankfully not squashing him. Finding her footing, she stood up, giggling, tail flicking quickly in the water and splashing said water all over Tyran.
“And- hope y’don’t mind getting a little wet.”
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