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Post by Regret on Jun 18, 2009 15:50:37 GMT -5
Regret;
[you can't fence that in,]
[it's like holding back the wind]
A light breeze rustled the leaves of a rather large sycamore tree, its neighboring willow appearing to dance to the beat of time with a haunting gracefulness. The white noise was almost enough to conceal the faint but still audible footsteps. They moved in a sort of offbeat rhythm, resembling the pounding of a drum yet not quite fitting into its surroundings. All too soon, they stopped. The long branches of the willow tree parted slightly, a slender immaculate face peering into the outside world. The eyes, almost too big for her head, blinked twice in rapid succession as they naturally strove to adjust to the light. Regret stepped out into the sunlight, her pearly coat a rippling sea of white as she shook herself into reality with a lackadaisical shrug of her shoulders.
Each part of her body was discreetly disproportional; as a whole she was radiantly childlike, but it was as if each part was taken from a different wolf and put together in the hope that something acceptable would come of it. Golden flecks shimmered in the sun as her eyes followed a tiny bug’s meandering route through the air. Was there even a bug? Or was she tracing the path of the horizon. A low, barely resounding sigh escaped from deep withim her chasms as she leaned back, her haunches barely brushing the sod underneath.
Her brows noticably furrowed for only a moment before her composure was regained, an unintentional regality radiating from her body as she gazed absently at the horizon, mesmerized by the unknown. She had always been fascinated by that sort of thing, almost to the point of desperation. Her family, in particular, had always haunted her. Not a day could go by without thinking that she had just barely missed seeing them. Maybe if she pushed a little harder, moved a little farther each day she might catch up to them. But deep down she had always known that she was blindly following nothing, a trail her own imagination had made up in its own madness. But she was done with that. She had arrived here, and with her first step into these lands she vowed to search no more. If they cared enough, they would find her.
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Post by |ko| on Jun 23, 2009 15:24:04 GMT -5
'The little things give you away ; ; '
The wind touched his face like a mother caresses her child, and he was happy.
It had been a long time since Ko had travelled from the Savage River Pack boundries; and he had to admit, it felt strange. Every step felt weird - in Savage River, he'd gotten to know the territory, from the gushing springs, to the green, fluffy meadows. But here - well, it seemed wilder to him. Ko was just out for a walk, but mainly, he was curious to see what lay to the other side of Savage River.
The large, tan and black wolf scrambled lightly over the wooden fence with little grace, and flopped wearily to the other side. Who put that there? Slightly annoyed, Ko shook his multi-hued fur, but cheered at the sight of it; it was the one thing the wolf prided himself on. Him being a mexican wolf, Ko was bound to have a light-brown coat, but it was dotted and slashed with cascades of black and russet. His mood high again, the lazy-looking animal trotted with a lazy slowness through the bright yellow flowers, when he saw her.
She had a coat of brilliant, cloud white; hazel eyes, flecked with gold; a fine featured muzzle. She was beautiful. Ko was a bit of a ladies' man, but never before had he really liked a female. But now, a twisting feeling in his stomach which made his head feel light and airy, told him that that had changed. Ko noticed she had a nostalgic look about her, and so was wary; females in a bad mood were no fun to deal with, as he always seemed to say the wrong thing. But nevertheless, the male padded closer, and introduced himself addicentaly as he stepped on a twig.
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Post by Regret on Jun 25, 2009 12:41:52 GMT -5
Maybe she had already heard the intruder, and maybe she hadn't. If she had, she showed no sign of caring, and if she hadn't, she did a mighty good job of feigning tranquility as the sharp crack of a twig snapping roared through the field like a freight train, making every single creature aware of his presence. Regret's eyes narrowed, giving her well-defined features a catlike appearance as she turned her frame to face him. Many think of cats as creatures of harsh independence, and although the independence description fits well, it is not harshness so much as apathy. She turned just in time to observe the stick shatter into pieces, each shard falling to the ground as if some unknown force was pulling them downward. Could it have been the same force that told birds to fly south for the winter, and north for the summer? The one that caused her to sing her songs of mourning to the full moon? It was some sort if instinct that drove everything to follow the same pattern, even sticks.
She silently contemplated whether or not to say something, or to allow him to initiate a conversation. After all, maybe he was just passing through and was attempting to do so quietly. That worked well. Or was he trying to sneak up on her? No. He hadn't been quiet enough. She hoped he would at least have had the sense to be more aware of his surroundings if that was his intention. With that said- or rather, thought- she concluded that his intentions were not malicious, and even if they were she could easily control the situation. And so she decided that if he had just been passing through, he would greet her and move on. If not, he could possibly be her first ally in these strangely comforting lands. She watched him, cautiousness bubbling just under the surface but not showing on her exterior. 'Hello.' She spoke rather suddenly, forcing out the word before she could change her mind. She stood as the two syllables were spoken, almost offering the impression of formality but instead slowly stretching her back. She seemed to relax then, the feigned calmness reaching from the tip of her plumy tail up to her previously narrowed eyes as they relaxed into their normal position, although they never left his own as she followed his every movement with a strange intensity. This was the only thing that could have given away her slight discomfort.
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Post by adelle on Jun 25, 2009 12:53:58 GMT -5
"Oh this is so boring..." Aysinia muttered as she limped along the clearing. She held her left front leg up high as she hobbled along. You could see the two deep puncture wounds o her shoulder. The blood had dribbled down her leg matting with her fur. Ooo stupid pit bulls! And their stupid strength!
All she was trying to do was protect that German Shepherd in the junkyard--Chance was his name?--and this is how it ended. She had to flee Hayling for her life. Now she was here. Tsk tsk tsk. No where to go, no one to talk to...not that she ever had anyone to talk to to begin with. Though she though she could have made friends with that other shepherd. But no...and he just stood there while she fought for him too! Ugh...
Aysinia stopped dead in her tracks as she heard someone calling out. She looked up and saw two other creatures: one female and one male. Her eyes narrowed as she quickly looked them over. Ah it wasn't worth it.
Aysinia limped on keeping her distance hoping and praying that she wouldn't get seen out here. The last thing she needed was to have intruded on some pack's territory!
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