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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 21, 2006 15:50:17 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
Coy smirk painted 'cross his mug, as he wandered throughout the strange, tight hollow, checking behind him every few seconds for his new mate. He never knew he'd feel so...protective over a femme before. Yet he did, he knew little about her. He didn't know about her past, family, where she came from...
Yet already, in two weeks time, she would be giving birth to his pups. Strangely enough, this prospect made him feel light and happy inside, even more protective over Gypsy.
.::Amaris::.
The faint sound of a twig snapping on the hard earth awoke her senses, cranium rose sharply, cyan eyes wide, the white of her mug not visible from the crimson fluid dripping from the few hairs on the end of her chin. Her orbs looked over to Braedan, curious yet slightly afraid.
"Someones coming!"
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Post by Magick on Aug 21, 2006 16:14:11 GMT -5
Ears flicking back irritably as Tyran repeatedly looked over his shoulder for her, Gypsy hiked up an eyebrow, shaking her head slightly.
"Tyran, I'm not going anywhere."
Her voice held more than just a hint of amusement- ever since they'd discovered that the bulge of her stomach wasn't caused by over-eating or anything of the sort, he had been all the more protective of her.
Ears shifting forwards, tips pointing high into the sky, at the sound of a female voice from fairly close by, Gypsy chanced a brief look to Tyran- since she'd become pregnant, they hadn't come across any other wolves and, knowing what he was like, she was more than just a little curious as to how he would be around a female.
"Too right there is."
Her voice, though still as soft and silky as ever, was raised enough for the male and female that she could scent to hear. Her tail flicked briefly, and she glanced again at Tyran, padding forwards slightly quicker, licking his muzzle briefly, as way of comfort- though it was for herself; Tyran never seemed to need comforting.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 21, 2006 18:47:43 GMT -5
+ Braeden +
Braeden looked up, licking off the blood that was staining his orifice in a quick, sweeping motion.
He quickly took back on his harsh, sarcastic voice, reserving his true personality for the only on that realy mattered in his life; Amaris.
Who are you?
he asked, his voice flat and sarcastically cold, teal eyes glittering darkly. The beige strands that curled around his legs flushed to a light grey, swirling with dark clouds of silver. The bands were reflecting his emotions, and right now, he felt interrupted, cold, mean, dark. All thoughts of playing evil tricks on wolves returned; his mind teeming with ideas of dark cruelty.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 23, 2006 5:47:49 GMT -5
.::Tyran::.
At the quick reply of the male his emerald's flashed sharp and knife like, audials rising in a agressive manner.
"Tyran and Gypsy. Rogues."
He spoke matter-of-factly, his emerald stare meeting the male's teal one. He didn't know who this male was, and he wasn't sure he knew who he was himself. He acted like the alpha, demanding and possessive, when really these lands belonged to all rouges, anyone that wished to travel. He would not bow his head to him in respect, as Tyran, basically just did not have any.
.::Amaris::.
She licked the blood off of her maw, and padded softly next to Braedan in a more respectful manner, looking up at Braedan and nuzzling him briefly as if to say: "Relax."
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Post by Mischief on Aug 23, 2006 7:07:14 GMT -5
+ Braeden +
Braeden relaxed at the soft touch of Amaris, his tail droping and his ears twitching, as if the light of ferocity had died as quickly as it had came from his eyes. He then relatiated back quickly, his eyes turning into a hard, cold stare to meet Tyran's.
Funnily enough, so are we.
he grinned, his smile a bit malevolent.
Braeden.
he introduced himself in one quick word, is name rolling off his tongue in such a cold and reluctant manner it was like he put no effort into speaking it at all.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 23, 2006 7:19:20 GMT -5
.::Amaris::.
"Amaris."
She introduced herself lightly, accompanied with a light bow of her head and a gentle smile. She note the fea's appearence, slight bulge in her stomach. She was expecting pups? Yet she was a rogue? Slightly strange, yet she supposed it was the right way, the best way of bringing your pups up to be as independant as possible.
.::Tyran::.
He nodded slightly, emerald gaze becoming more suttle an calm, but still with the odd twinkle of mischief locked away somewhere in their depths.
"Pleased to meet you."
[Shall we wait for Panic now, because she's moving today.]
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Post by Mischief on Aug 23, 2006 7:23:48 GMT -5
[ Let's do that. ]
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Post by Magick on Aug 26, 2006 9:23:43 GMT -5
( OoC- Sorry guys for keeping y'all so long. x.x; )
Hiking up one eyebrow at the words being batted from each wolf to the next, Gypsy gently nudged Tyran with her muzzle, mahogany eyes watching Amaris and Braedon doubtfully- she trusted neither of them, suprise, suprise.
"Yeah, pleased to meet you."
Gypsy didn't sound all like she meant what she said, but she said it anyway, her gaze on Amaris, then Tyran- checking how he reacted to her presence.
( OoC- Writer's block! D: )
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Post by Mischief on Aug 27, 2006 8:55:13 GMT -5
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The pleasure is all mine.
Braeden said sarcastically, noting Gypsy's tone.
( Mrehh.....nothing to say....THE EVILNESS OF WRITERS BLOCK! -fiddles with nintendo DS- )
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 27, 2006 11:24:17 GMT -5
.::Amaris::.
She blinked, bemused expression falling gently onto her pretty features, cyan orbs widening and liquid with wonder. The male had been perfectly polite, friendly....for half the time. Why was the fae so....protective?
That was the only word that sprung to her mind, but as her light teal gaze fell once again on the bulge near in the femme's underside and the white male's maleovant smirk her mind fell silent. She could understand why.
Amaris quickly nuzzle into Braean's neck for support, the uneasy vibes shaking her mind and bodice mildly all over. Still she stood her ground, hiding her uneasiness with a confident smile and flick of the plume.
.::Tyran::.
A scowl painte 'cross his mug at the sharp sarcasm he used in his tone, he slowly turned his cranium downwards to attend to his mate, his emerald gaze locking her rich mahogany one breifly, noting the untrusting worry in her orbs. Whether that be in him, or them, or even both he didn't know.
((Hey Panic, when are the pup's due?))
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Post by Magick on Aug 27, 2006 13:05:57 GMT -5
( OoC- The 5th, nay? ) Eyes avoiding Tyran's, so as not to fully reveal the concern inside them- concern created for the thought of what might happen if Tyran decided that he'd rather be in the company of the other female in this odd group, rather than with her.
Ears flattening back against her skull, Gypsy shifted her gaze heavenwards, heart thundering against her chest, before she sighed softly, reluctantly dragging her gaze back down, though continuing down until her gaze found the earth beneath her paws, as her body rocked back into a seated position, tail curling around her, eyes now avoiding not just Tyran's- but all three wolves' gazes.
( OoC- Writer's Freaking Block! D: )
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Post by Mischief on Aug 27, 2006 13:11:39 GMT -5
( Greeeeeeeeat. They're due on my birthday. )
( Aaaaaand writer's block again.
Ther isn't much for Braeden to say..... -thinks deeply as she chews on demented mechanical pencil- )
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Post by Magick on Aug 29, 2006 7:01:48 GMT -5
( OoC: Is that a good great or a bad great? o: )
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Post by Mischief on Aug 29, 2006 13:09:30 GMT -5
( That was a bad great. MY aunt Pat's birthday is on my birthday, and my cousin Dawn ( the one who I dislike, not Nicole, who I do like, ) one got presents during MY BIRTHDAY PARTY FROM WHEN I TURNED, LIKE, FIVE OR SOMETHING. AND HER BIRTHDAY WAS THE DAY BEFORE MINE.
But i'm pretty good. In a way. Mreh )
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 30, 2006 6:53:32 GMT -5
Ooc:// This rp needs some flavour...maybe we should wait until the flood hits?
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