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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 26, 2008 0:38:35 GMT -5
His ears flicked back before harking forward into their more natural position. Baztek’s natural response would be something sadistic and cynical. …’so where are you off to?’… His first thought, his natural reply, would be: …’Hell’… It was his way. He lost his bright, hopeful look upon life the same moment he lost his will to fight for his soul. To any other being, or any other acquaintance, alley, or fiend, he would have replied, ‘Hell’. But not to her. Such a remark would be considered rude, and he was unsure of how she would perceive it. For some odd reason, Baztek didn’t want her to think less of him than necessary.
So what would be his reply? He perhaps wouldn’t give one, but surely that would deter her even more than his morose answer. So what was he to say? He was off to know where, he had no future, not even hope or a soul to guide him. Ultimately, Baztek knew he was destined for the burning void that was Hell. But still, he wouldn’t say that for some odd reason…at least, not to her.
He looked from her eyes, to the far-away sky above, the gray clouds and dull atmosphere matched the emotions on his face and the feeling in his voice. ”Well,” he stated rather quietly, but still emotionlessly, ”the sky is the limit.” ((gags from the corny cliché-ness)) [/size]
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Mar 26, 2008 0:45:30 GMT -5
Masina wolf grinned.. the equivalent of a smile, and sighed. "Well, you could always join the pack I dwell in." She smiled kindly and tilted her head to one side as she questioned whether or not he would even consider it. He seemed to her to be a solitary wolf that didn't like the company of many, though she could also tell that he was wanting to stay within her company. This confused her slightly as she thought about it, waiting for his reply. The clouds above were clearing... The smell of spring could be tasted and scented in the air... it was near, as was the breeding season. She wondered if any of the packs would sire pups. Surely that would heighten anyone's spirits... new pups always did. She gazed at the white brute, Baztek in silence, waiting calmly with interest in what he would reply to her with next. She was still intrigued by this wolf. ((Ick... lack of muse. ))
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Mar 26, 2008 1:18:14 GMT -5
Opposite of his last reply, Baztek gave Masina her answer right away. He didn’t consider his words from every angle as he had last time, but it wasn’t because he had forgotten his self and his composure. It was because he didn’t feel as it he needed to censor his thoughts this time.
A quick chuckle was his reply, all at once it sounded as a scoff and as an agreement, held amusement and disgust, and was lightly tinted with malevolence…and pain. ”I’m afraid that would be displeasing to others even more than it would be displeasing to me.” He knew he could join no pack…never would he put others in deliberate harm. Baztek looked back to Masina, back to her crystal gaze. Quietly, almost whispering, he replied to her, ”But I do thank you for the offer.” It was so uncharacteristic of him that in nearly pained him mentally to say.
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Post by - [s][w][a][y] - on Apr 5, 2008 21:36:14 GMT -5
((AHHH!)) Masina looked slightly crestfallen at his rejection, but quickly grew over it. If he didn't want a pack, who was she to force him into one? She instead smiled and nodded kindly, acknowledging that she understood that he had his reasons for not joining a pack and that she wouldn't pry into them. "No pressure. It was just an offer." She paused for a moment, choosing her next phrase in her mind. "I hope that this won't be the only time that we meet."[/b] She smiled at him, glad to have met him. She hoped they could be friends, which was all her statement implied. She shifted her weight and readjusted her wings, which sent a glint across their metallic figures. She looked at him with her ice blue eyes and waited for him to reply. She wasn't sure on whether or not they would meet again, if he were going to leave now or stay and talk, or where things were going to go from here. So, she just waited patiently for him to reply to her and smiled. ((Ehh, crappy post ))
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Apr 5, 2008 22:19:09 GMT -5
”As do I.” Baztek was startled by the quickness of his own reply. The was some word for what Masina had impressed upon him, but his vocabulary was shot for what it could possibly be. It wasn’t his nature to have a warm conversation with anyone, the type of conversation that he sensed she wished to have. It would be best for her if he left, and that, Baztek knew. But even knowing that his presence was most likely uncomfortable to her, he just couldn’t bring himself to leave. It irked him in the strangest manner…but he didn’t mind it.
The golden glint from her marked wings flashed across his pale chest and rested on the drifting snow a few paces away. Any movement as quick and sudden as that would have drawn anyone else’s attention away from what they currently focused on, but not his. Baztek’s dead eyes still gazed longingly into the crystal pools that hovered on the matchless fae before him. How such an array of gold, white, and crystal blue could hold his lifeless, uncaring, unfeeling…unwanted attention…was a marvel in itself. Baztek suddenly took in a deep breath, filing his ragged chest with the frozen winter air, making his lungs cry in agony. But as his lungs burned with the frozen air, his senses rejoiced in a swirling fog of Masina’s scent. His chest expanded to its full capacity, and though he wished to, he could take in no more of the air that smelled of her. He breathed out slowly, sighing quietly through his nose. He felt as if he was looking for something within her scent, like he longed to know the answer to a digging, driving question, but Baztek did not even know the question. And before he could inhale another mind-numbing sensation… …a cold, gripping chill racked his mind…
Baztek’s gaze upon Masina never wavered and there was nothing different about it…externally. But the cold, emotionless and blank reality that lay behind the dead eyes had changed suddenly. The nothing that ruled his thoughts and feelings was instead replaced by the thought of fear and hatred. Not the feeling of fear or the feeling of hatred, but the thought of the two. But what had taken place behind his dead stare would never be known to the pure fae that stood eager before him. And that was for the best. Baztek knew he must leave now, despite his unworldly longing to remain near her, to see her, to hear her, to smell her…he had to leave.
His final words would be the same comment he had given before, only this time, they were delivered much more sincerely. Baztek stood and took a small number of steps backwards, his gaze not leaving hers. His voice was nothing more than a low whisper, one that, if not listened to carefully, just might be swept away by the gentlest of breeze. ”…as do I…” They were spoken softly…and emotionally.
And with his parting words, Baztek turned from her gentle eyes and walked slowly from sight. Far beyond from where they had met, where the snow drifts wore to the ground before the pack lands of other wolves, Baztek discovered the word that expressed exactly how Masina had made him feel… …amazed…
++Baztek has left the Plains++ [/blockquote]
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