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Post by demofea on Jul 6, 2009 17:23:56 GMT -5
Damp, humid, and vibrant with the deep greens and browns of well nourished life. Soft mud oozed between toes painted a deep navy hue, pale claws wriggling deeper into the muck in pleasure. This place pleased her, though there were sure to be many who would dare to call it dreary. Air rushed into her lungs as the female drew a deep breath, the familiar smell of damp vegetation blending with the musk of wolf. Her inked lips drew upward in a wry smile, one scent particularly strong and inescapably male. The Alpha of course. And he was sure to find her in due time if he was any sort of leader at all. Beneath his scent curled a more delicate, feminine musk that twined around the male's odor. The Alpha female perhaps? Hmph. The toe wriggling stopped as she contemplated having to deal with another female in a powerful position, the thick ivory plumage of her tail swaying slowly to and fro. Hopefully it wouldn't go too horribly if it was the Alpha lady who happened to find her. It was a rare occasion indeed when she got along with another femme, she was much more comfortable in the presence of males no matter their rank.
Her pale, lissome figure stood on the very boundaries of the marsh for only a moment longer. That's all it took for her to decide that this place, thick with cover and life, could not be more perfect a home. Deliberately, with a grace that belied the power coiled beneath her sinfully lush pelt, the dame's snowflake scattered limbs stretched and flexed as she navigated securely within the limits of claimed territory. Daylight dappled her form as she chose to place herself beneath the reaching limbs of a tall fern, each dark navy snowflake upon her legs standing out in even sharper relief beneath the light. It was here that she would wait, her rump and back-legs brushing against the trunk of the fern, so that no wolf could come at her from behind. Rounded pinnae upright on the smooth planes of her skull, turning now and again in each direction as the fae listened carefully to her surroundings. Calm as a pool of deep water her eyes also scanned the vegetation, waiting in confident stillness for the party who would either make her welcome...or not.
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Post by mira on Jul 6, 2009 21:44:30 GMT -5
Isabeau slowly made her way through the marshlands. She had found the soft scent of her father and was hoping to find him. It had been days since she last caught his scent, and years since she had seen him. Her dainty pure white paws made no sound as she progressed across the land. The plum color of her eyes reflected the sun, making them sparkle like gems. Her fur had that edge of fresh fallen snow. Isabeau's nose twitched softly as she caught the scent that wasn't her father's. It was a femme's....
Cautiously, Isabeau fallowed the scent, her ears erect for any noise. She paused as soon as she caught sight of the femme. Isabeau couldn't help but stand in awe of her. The pelt she had was gorgeous. The design was so unique and exquisite, she couldn't help but feel a bit envious. Isabeau took a few steps closer to the femme, slow and steady. It didn't take long before she was at the femme's side. With her sweet voice, and thick French accent, Isabeau smiled sweetly and said, "Are you too looking for the Alpha?" Isabeau's soft plum colored eyes met the sharp navy blue ones. This was a femme Beau didn't want to mess with.
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Post by demofea on Jul 6, 2009 22:24:49 GMT -5
Hush. The stillness of the marshlands excited and invigorated her, save for the occasional trill of birdsong it seemed that she was all alone; the planet hers to do with as she wished. Well, except for the constant reminder that she was in claimed territory that tickled her nose every time air entered her lungs. The sound of the other approaching lass reached the poised female before her scent, the wind blowing in the wrong direction. She heard the soft, light footfalls, the gentle sound of wind through fur. Female. That much she could tell. Her own cool, calculating navy gaze steadily met the soft pools of plum that curious beheld her presence as a graceful maiden pelted in pale snow emerged from the shadows and vegetation. All movement stilled, ears pulled forward toward the other wolf who smiled, a sweet upward curve of the lips, that was followed by a clear voice in French tones. At least she was friendly; there was no dominant posturing, no harsh questioning. OK. She could deal with this. Ugh. Her social skills always left so much to be desired, but she was forced to either answer or stand there like an utter fool.
"Indeed. It is the Alpha I wish to speak with, unless you somehow have the power to grant me an acceptance in these lands?" Her voice was rich, well toned, and slightly cool. It was simply in her nature to be wary, aloof...hopefully the lithe French fae before her wouldn't take too much offence from her words. She was a stranger after all, and the violet eyed lass already a member of the pack. Clearly the cards were not all in her hands. Pale talons dug into the earth, sinew flexing faintly beneath the snowflakes upon her legs as she let out a somewhat frustrated huff of air. "My apologies. I am Freeze." There. That should do it, right? Her lush tail brushed gently against her ankles, a gentle sway to reassure the other female that she meant no harm.
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Post by kerrigan on Jul 6, 2009 22:39:11 GMT -5
[/color] he woofed, not unkindly, just straight forward and blunt. Not that he cared if they got offended, he just like having the reason out before gabbing about the weather, thank you very much. [/color][/size][/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by mira on Jul 6, 2009 23:06:57 GMT -5
Isabeau's ears flattened to her head as the fae spoke to her. She was quick with her words, one to get the point across rather than beat around the bush. Beau wasn't so sure what to say, let alone how to answer the fae's question about acceptance into the land. She to, was just a mere loner and looking for acceptance. Her soft plum eyes looked over the fae again as she swallowed in thought. So the femme's name was Freeze... That was understandable, now that Beau thought about it. Freeze could probably stop anyone in their tracks if she wanted to.
Clearing her throat, Isabeau went to tell the fae her name when the silence was interrupted by a deep Scottish accent. Quickly, she perked her ears back up and bowed. "Sir." Her voice was soft as she continued. "I am Isabeau. I'm looking for my father, and I caught his scent a bit ago."
Isabeau glanced up from her bow slowly and nodded. If she could find her father, all would be well and she'd be a part of a family again... Unless the brute had moved on... She needed to find him.
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Post by demofea on Jul 6, 2009 23:30:46 GMT -5
And ta da! The female grimaced inwardly as her rough questioning caused the other lady to pull back her ears in obvious confusion. Hmmm. She never could quite get it right when dealing with another woman. Cool gaze watched the movement of the other's throat as she swallowed, noting the discomfort it signalled. If nothing else Freeze was intelligent, easily able to see connections and read between the lines whether they be voiced or simple body language. A rhythmic thumping interspersed with the occasional splash of clear water distracted her from any other unthinking humiliations she may have had in store for the other wolf. The tread was heavy and commanding, clearly a male and probably just the wolf she was looking for. It wasn't long before she got her answer. Cleanly chiselled skull titled in the direction of the striking male who quickly made himself known. Kerrigan... And yet another accent. Air once again huffed from her lungs as she pondered how she was the only wolf in this small gathering without such an intriguing voice. Never before had she been made to see herself as plain in an aspect. Yet Kerrigan and Isabeau managed it.
Slender muzzle dipped in a wary salutation of the Alpha male, intelligent expression eagerly drinking in his masculine form and shocking lime green markings. A handsome fellow to be sure, but clearly spoken for. The strange female scent that twisted delicately with his could be no other then his mate's. Whoever she was. "Kerrigan then...and Isabeau. I am Freeze..." All too aware that she had already told Isabeau her moniker she deliberately continued to answer the Alpha's brief questions. Right to the point this one. It was comforting, oddly so. Politicking and intrigue had never been her forte. It put her off even more then she could express. "I come seeking a place in your pack. The marsh is breathtaking. Clearly it has been well taken care of." Her voice was sincere, with no over expressions of emotion. Gushing over a piece of land was just not something she did. A subtle compliment to the Alpha, ivory muzzle tipping earthward briefly at the end of her rambling in acknowledgement of his authority here. Hopefully he wasn't the type to make her bow and grovel. That just never went well.
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Post by kerrigan on Jul 12, 2009 15:13:26 GMT -5
he said abruptly, almost if the thought had just popped into an empty mind, but the intelligent gleam behind his sockets told the tale. He gave his thick mane a rough shake before filling the moment with more words. They needed to be said. "Ye both aught ta follow me ta 'he camp. Fer ye ta settle in, and fer ye," he murmured, turning to Isabeau, "ta tell me who yer lookin' fer." He titled his head, letting them decide if they would come along or move on. [/size][/blockquote][/ul][/color]
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Post by demofea on Jul 12, 2009 21:17:36 GMT -5
Kerrigan's Scottish brogue tickled her ears as she listened to him speak to Isabeau, mentioning that they would speak later about the wolf that the pale lass was seeking. Blah blah blah. He then turned his vibrant gaze upon herself, unspeaking for a moment as he seemed to come to some sort of conclusion about her. Fool. Assumptions were, in her opinion, never something to rely upon. That brilliant lime gaze narrowed just before he spoke, the markings upon his brawny frame dancing more intensely then only moments before. The thick plume of her tail twitched against her slim heels at his words, pleased and amused by his answer. This was going to be such fun! It would definitely be her pleasure to meet the Alpha female, if that's what her acceptance here hinged upon. Yet she doubted it, keenly feeling that Kerrigan was mirroring her own aloofness. It was necessary, of course, for the Alpha pair to be closely in tune on all decisions, but if they couldn't trust each other with something as simple as the standards for accepting loners then perhaps something was amiss.
"Indeed it probably will...and I'd be pleased to stand beneath the gaze of the Lady if need be..." She gently demurred, her tones softer with a gentle sort of teasing that brought a gleam to her dark eyes. Soft ears cupped forward as he abruptly gave them his permission to linger here for however long suited them, giving off the air of being somewhat absent minded if it weren't for the intelligent gleam in his optics. Navy shaded paws rose and fell as she moved a few steps in Kerrigan's direction, showing her willingness to follow, but she was careful to still stand at a respectable distance from him. One wouldn't want to give the impression of being a floozy after all. "Thank you again Kerrigan." A simple acknowledgement of the kindness he was showing in letting her stay. Snowflake scattered limbs shifted beneath her bodice, blood rushing in anticipation of seeing more of this watery world and her new home.
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Post by mira on Jul 14, 2009 1:46:09 GMT -5
Freeze was a polar opposite to Beau. She smiled faintly at the fae before looking back at Kerrigan. Freeze was blunt and to the point. A bit unnerving to be in her presence, but comforting at the same time. The fae knew what she was doing, unlike herself. It would take some getting used to, but she was sure she would learn a thing or two by watching Freeze.
Isabeau's soft plum colored eyes widened as Kerrigan mentioned them talking later. That was good, it meant she could stay for awhile longer. She quickly inhaled, her father's scent still in the air... but barely. It was as though he hadn't been in that area for quite some time. A small frown fell onto her maw, but she quickly recovered and smiled sweetly. Kerrigan seemed kind enough, and Beau felt like she could trust him. She easily trusted anyone though, which wasn't always the best thing. When he mentioned that she could stay for as long as needed, her eyes glowed, and continued to get brighter as he said that he would take them back to the den to settle in. "That would be marvellous, Monsier. Merci."
Following in Freeze's lead, Isabeau took a few steps forward and nodded her head slowly. She was headed in the right direction finally. She glanced over at Freeze and then toward Kerrigan, waiting for their next movement. She was a follower, and it was showing greatly at the moment. Then again, after never being in a pack before, she wasn't exactly sure what to expect or how to act. Her mother taught her well though. Be polite and they should be polite back... Most of the time.
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Post by kerrigan on Jul 14, 2009 21:48:58 GMT -5
he offered in return, eyes gleaming with humor. Then he moved on to Isabeau yet again, ears up to hear her words. She was a happy little beastie and he couldn't help but view her protectively. He felt that way for all his pack, or for anyone who seemed so kind. Her words, when they came, were polite and he answered as such. "Se do bheatha*, lassie," he murmured, his voice even rougher in his own language. He flicked his ears, the tone telling the words for what they were so he didn't bother to explain them. He took a step back and gazed at both the females before nodding. "Aye, le's e on the move then," he woofed, leaning down to scoop up his rabbit, faintly warm on his tongue before turning and setting a swift but steady pace back to the camp. He had little doubt the two would follow him, so he did not turn back. Large paws sunk into water and muck, but he liked the feeling and it no longer really registered. The line that was the denning area came into site within moments, the rise of land cutting across the sea of shallow water. He wondered if Zephora was in, and hoped she was there. Her rabbit, after all, hung from his jaws. As he reached the edge that led up the bank he leaped, braced his legs and hauled himself the few steep feet and onto the level plain. He turned and peered down, wondering how the females would take it. *Your welcome [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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