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Post by feathers on Aug 3, 2009 18:39:46 GMT -5
Timeless winds danced, brushing their fingers threw the lady's pelt of orange. Her different colored visionaries glanced over the lands of Toko Forest. The scent of a alpha was strong, and stung her nostrils. Her filth appendage danced around behind the lady. While she stood there for a few more minutes, before even coming near the boarders. She smelled that of others of the Toko Forest pack. She began to wonder about her family that had separated from her not to long ago. To make their own story, and beginnings. It felt good to be off on her own. But she was scared; scared of what would come of this meeting with the alpha and the others.
Her wings where folded against her side; even though they wanted to unfold and take her off into the heavens above. To leave these lands. The orange beauty lowered her frame down upon the ground slowly, making sure that it was dry where she was lowering down. Halloween never really liked her pelt to get dirty. The beginning of the forest, right where the boarder began was dense, and she couldn't spot anything if it where to come right to her. That's what scared her the most. She always liked to see what was coming to-wards her. Feathery filth appendage curling up against her side. She would not howl to the others; but just wait.
For that might make them angry at her. They might be already angry at her, for coming next to the boarders. She didn't care for waiting to be accepted within a pack, but it was part of life. Her twin peaks shifting back and forth, and then laying themselves against her skull. Licking at her maw rapidly. Her body tensed and untensed. Staying untensed; relaxed now, she lowered her head down upon her two front paws. She would just have to wait. Life was a cruel game when you where a wolf. Always throwing bumps in the road. Halloween hoped that soon the alpha or any other would show them self's.
The wind's shifting, and blowing her scent right into their lands. Oh great! It couldn't get any better for the little lady; now could it?
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Post by * Merr on Aug 9, 2009 0:46:33 GMT -5
~Tyrome [/size][/color] The male brute padded through the heavy thickness of the forest. This forest called Toko Forest, his home. He was proud to call it his home; and he would defend it and also his alpha. The male wolf had nothing better to do; when a log came in front of him, he crouched. With a quick leap, he was in the air, like flying through it. Don't get it wrong; he didn't have any wings or anything else like such. With a heavy thump, he landed on it. A quick chuckle escaped him and he suddenly lost his boredom. With a quick sniff in the air, he was expecting to smell the sweet smell of oaks and wildlife. However, instead, he smelt a newcomer. Outsider. Whatever you wanted to call it.
His emerald hues shifted towards the direction of the smell. Female, loner. Obviously. Quickly, he shook his snow white pelt, and made sure to glare his eyes a bit. Nothing like being a little intimidating for the newcomer, right? Swiftly, he leaped off of the log, and took another sniff of the air. His muzzle pointed to the direction; east. His paw-steps started off light, then gradually gained speed. The wolf accelerated, the trees flashing away in his vision. He wondered what the female would look like; hey, anything is possible. Quickly as he had left, the borders came into view. A thought ran in his head, and he wondered why she just didn't cross it? Unsureness was also in the scent, and he chuckled lightly to himself. He was the same way, except he had crossed it. Now, he slowly stopped sprinting, as he came to the borders.
Those piercing emerald hues landed upon the female creature. She was such an attractive creature; with her pelt to her wings. He chuckled to himself, his eyes growing quite soft and mellow. However, his muscles stayed tense. He slowly started to pad up to her, hoping not to scare her. With a firm voice, he said, "Welcome to Toko Forest. What do you want here, miss?"[/color] Such formality in his voice, and it came out a little weird. He wasn't formal at all; he was usually immature, but serious at the same time. A really good personality; you should guess. Those ears perked up, listening for any other wolves. He was quite large, and the scars that was weaved into his muscles showed his experience. That scar going down his right eye didn't do anything good either; he seemed quite intimidating. A good first impression, but he was more mellow than this. He was practically a laid-back, lady's-man wolf. He just wanted what was best for his pack, and so, if this female came off threatening, she'd be disposed of quickly. The male creature hoped she wasn't, though.[/size]
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Post by feathers on Aug 9, 2009 10:24:16 GMT -5
Orange coat danced around with the gentle winds; her twin peaks shifting upon her cranium while the sound of cracking limbs of dead tree's as well as dead leaves. Her right white and left periwinkle vision turned in the direction she heard the twigs and leafs snapping. She lowered more to the ground as she looked up to wards the member of Toko Forest. Sniffing the air slightly; she smelt him. His scent was mixed with so many others. A gentle whimper started from within her throat and then emitted from her maw; leaving anyone near her to hear her crys. His own vocals hitting her twin peaks. " Hello there; I am Halloween; but others call me Hallo as well. I am looking for the Alpha of these lands. "
Which was true. Halloween wished to become the alphess of Toko Forest. Sunlight littered the ground she laid upon. Her filth appendage dancing softly. " I come within peace. I am not those evil damned creatures that also run around these lands. So don't worry about that sir. " Halloween was gentle and very lively spirit. That couldn't bring her self to hurt another. " And what do they call you if you don't mind me asking kind sir? " She spoke softly; as not to scare the others; her wings folded at her sides tightly as she laid there in submission. She would wait for the other to tell the born Leo known as Halloween that she could rise up off the ground.
She known she probably looked like a freak show to the unknown wolf in front of her. But he looked different too. Looking at him; she didn't understand how he didn't have wings that matched his eyes; and markings along his body of emerald and ink color. She couldn't put a name to it; but he was nice enough to come and greet her; and not leave her to die at the boarders. She would wait a little more; her dial lowering upon her front paws. You could see that jet spinal stripe that started at her nose to the tip of her tail. Soft rosen left its cave and ran across her right paw which was covered in full tribal markings all the way up to her shoulder. Her ears starting to come forward a little bit; her left ear was torn and tattered.
Halloween hoped that he would not ask her where she got her battle scars from. Not like she wouldn't mind telling him about it. Specially the biggest one; from the bottom of her periwinkle eye to her muzzle. That was the most painful one of all. As she just waited to see what would unfold from this greeting.[/color][/size]
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Post by * Merr on Aug 9, 2009 12:01:03 GMT -5
~Tyrome [/size][/color] The brute peered down at her, confusion spread across his hues. Why was she whimpering? Was he really that intimidating? A soft sigh escaped his muzzle, allowing his muscles to slightly loosen the tension they have been holding for quite a while. He noticed she had an uncommon pelt color; orange. He never seen anything like it before. It kind of reminded him like a pumpkin. Chuckling, he nodded at her curiousity of the alpha. "He's away for a while."[/color] That's all he said to her about him; that's all she basically needed to know. The tone of voice the female wolf had was rather soothing. It calmed him of any danger that was to come. He nodded again, his ears still perked and listening to practically every slight noise. His paws felt the earth, the claws scratching the soil a bit, feeling vibrations from the ground. "I don't think I have to worry."[/color] You can see the faintest hint of a smile spread across his muzzle. She seemed harmless enough. He didn't know if he was allowed to give his name; he was only a pack member striving to become Beta. He didn't want to get on the bad side of others. He wished to uphold his reputation. "My name is Tyrome."[/color] The tone of voice of the male wolf was again firm, but it faded into some sort of softness. "What is your name?"[/color] With that said, he took a paw-step forward, interested in who she was. Submissive. That's how she looked to him right now. Personally, he didn't like it much. Why should she be? He was considering bringing her into the pack lands, but decided against it. They would talk outside the borders; it was safer, and he didn't want her to run any trouble. He scanned her again, noting every hitn of change in her pelt and every flap of her wings. He saw wings on a wolf before; nothing really new to him. Tyrome particually didn't want wings. He enjoyed running better than flying. The battle scars on her were pretty visible to him, but it really didn't matter. He had his own that probably would send a little pup crying to its mother. So, since she didn't ask, he won't ask. That scar going from her one colored eye to her muzzle was clearly the biggest one he saw, but again, he really didn't care at all. He had his own on his face; and every wolf has a story to tell. One day, she might tell hers. He also noticed that she had two different colored eyes; he gazed at them, quite interested. His own emerald gleamed with curiousity.[/size]
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