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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Nov 20, 2009 18:25:16 GMT -5
((OOC: actions will be marked by asterixes (e.g. the *thud* and if my character is thinking something it will be in Blue just like her speaking but have -- -- on either side of the words. Any story telling will be in purple ^^ hope that helps))
Limping slowly forward, one paw placed ever so cautiously infront of the other the great creature shifted itself forward. Rocking slowly back and forth, the movements unsteady and uncalculated precision was made difficult due to the intensity of the injuries bared by this poor monster. Her energy was rapidly decreasing and soon it would be hard to move. Her good eye was loosing focus and the other's sight was now completely black. *Thud* Collapsed and out cold. Warm blood began to trickle faster than before from the huge gaping wounds that dug into her side and as her body crackled with energy the lifeless body would occasionally twitch and pain seemed to pass over the sleeper. This did not bode well and she prayed for a swift ending. The pain was too much.
--That Bastard would send out someone to destroy me the moment I flee. Well it's so nice to know that old loyalties are upheld throughout the hardest of times.--[/b]
Another twitch suddered its way through me and I felt my body revolt against the pain but remain unable to stop it. All I had to do was survive this and I would live another day but if pain like this was common I doubted very much whether I'd not be happier lettign it all end right now. After all, I had nothing to live for now and all those years of the life I once had meant nothing. I finally stopped thinking and lay still, letting my mind stop and allowing my body to fall deep into unconciousness.[/i]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Nov 20, 2009 22:19:06 GMT -5
”-and I suppose that’s it then. Makes certain sense, a law of nature pretty much. Though, I’m not sure why it’s not conceived as a natural notion. Hmm, and if this one’s so universal, what other rules are out there, then? What else is a universal truth for all souls that can add to the list. I’m certain there must be more, after all, even simple objects don’t abide by one simple rule, there’s a whole damn list that keeps up up and down down. And like the physical world, there’s got to be a set of rules, guidelines, for the mortal mind. And I suppose me unlocking just this one, is gonna be the start of a really long list. Heh, what am I saying? Of course it is.”
A black shadow moved through the very outskirts of the forest, the deep voice echoing from it. The large brute wasn’t talking to anyone, not even himself. This was just a common habit for him, weaving out his thoughts with his voice, giving his ideas meaning and body. Of course, nothing could give body like proving his mental discoveries true to others. But, him being of loner mentality, that rarely happened. In fact, he wasn’t entirely steadfast in his decision to return to the pack. He had been high and dry for quite some time, who knew if Sphinx would a lot him membership again.
”Any self-respecting alpha wouldn’t let one who abandoned their pack back in so easily. But then again, Sphinx never seemed to have much of the self respect.” he mused dryly. His tail swished as he thought; a dry sense of humor wasn’t likely to gain him acceptance again either.
The male, O’Malley, grinned as thoughts ran over and over within his brilliant skull. The black male’s body was on auto-pilot. His mind wasn’t aware of the trees he weaved around, or the rocks he agilely stepped over. One fire-orange eye watched where he was going, true, but O’Malley never saw any of it, for his mind was far off and away with plots and thoughts, schemes and rules of life that he was constantly discovering. It would take more than an avalanche to draw him from his intent thinking’s. It was a blessing that the packlands he walked through were lowland forest, for if there was a cliff it was most likely he’d walk right off the edge without noticing. That was how into his thoughts he could be drawn sometimes. And it was something more than an avalanche that pulled him from his thinkings; the smell of blood.
O’Malley was vaguely aware of it as he continued on, but as his right paw stepped upon the ragged tail of another, the black and red brute snapped out of it. He looked down carefully, his one-eyed vision focusing on the limp body of another. His maroon nose wrinkled in disgust, ”Dead?” He stepped back, but leaned forward, sniffing carefully. ”No, but halfway I would suppose.” His tail flicked as he looked around, searching for evidence of an attacker with his impaired vision. ”Hmmm,” there was no tracks, but the stranger’s own. He looked back down to…he sniffed closer…her. Whoever she was, it seemed as if someone, or something depending on personal views, didn’t want her alive.
His blood-red claws dug into the ground as his thoughts conflicted. ”I really should just walk away…” His red-tipped ears fell flat in disgust with himself as he stepped around to her side. Giving her one last sniff, just incase she was dead, he nudged her with an overly-large paw. ”Hey…hey…come to, would ya?” [/blockquote]
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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Nov 21, 2009 7:15:20 GMT -5
*ZAP!* As your paw comes into contact with my motionless body a powerful jolt of electricity comes coursing towards it. One thing I had learned about myself over the short time I had spent alone both this time and the last was despite the mutinous quality of my electricity it also acted like a backup generator and would keep on going long after my mind and ceased to care. This was one of those times. Though my mind left my body completetly and utterly defenceless I still wouldn't be permitted an uncomplicated death and just incase I'd want to survive this vulnerable stage I would electrocute anything that came and stuck its wet nose into my busy, suicidal bussiness. Damn it.[/i]
--Serves you right. Shouldn't've interrupted a dieing wolf. Moron. ..I was just ready to drop dead as well. That paw was Freezing! Why does my body have to defend me when I actually Want to die!--
*However, the corner of my lip twitches in half discontentment yet half grinning at what I now hoped to be a delightful ..experience for you, a very low and almost silent snigger also escapes my lips.* My consciousness is still not truly awakened but there now shows more promise of life.
My mood drifts off into a rather stubborn sulk and irritation passes across my muzzle and it would seem, had I been sleeping, that I was having some internal dispute or nightmare. Also, seemingly caused by my outburst of electricity a look of pain phases over my face as a tear trickles acros my nose and falls silently into the grass.[/i]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Nov 21, 2009 20:30:24 GMT -5
O’Malley coughed, a small plume of smoke releasing from his lungs. His long mane stood on end and his paw felt like it danced on the inside. He took a few steps back on semi-shaky feet. He shook his static-filled pelt, releasing snaps and pops into the air. When he was done it lay flat, as it should, and he glared at the still body. ”Should’ve just walked away.” he grumbled.
He looked the length of the small female –from a distance this time, of course – but there was no sign of consciousness. No physical sign at least, he wasn’t really sure if an electrical shock coming from her end would be considered consciousness. O’Malley had never come across a being who could command their abilities while their bodies slept. That had to mean that her mind was still alive in there, but not conscious or controlling of the body. Well then what was the zap. O’Malley mulled over his question for a moment. ”Of course! A defense mechanism. Clever that would be, but involuntarily induced, or voluntarily induced? That would depend if the electricity was controlled by the mind, or the body. Hmmm.” O’Malley thought aloud. ”Wouldn’t be that bad of an idea to try to train that into my own mind. But then again my fire comes from my body, not my mind. So technically my mind would be the only thing that would be able to sleep, letting my body lay awake on its own.”
He looked suddenly to the female, had she moved? No, he just got so caught up in his thoughts (as usual) that he had almost forgotten she was there. His banded tail swished behind him, O’Malley was unsure of what to do. He obviously couldn’t touch her again. “Fool me once” and all that. He truly considered leaving. There was no sense, if he couldn’t do anything to help her, for him to stay here. He knew the forest well enough to feel confident that during the fall season the worst thing that would come across her in this state would be a squirrel gathering acorns. All the bears already slept in their dens, and any wolf of the forest pack would only do the exact same thing he had done. Touch her, and then realize that this was a mistake.
O’Malley sighed, ”Well, my dear, seems you’re in capable paws, them being your own and luck. I suppose I bid you-“ He cut himself off. His one eye had stopped to rest on her torn face. He saw across her left eye, and he recognized the damage. O’Malley resisted the urge to bring a maroon paw up to his own left eye; his blind side. ”Ah, bags!” he swore as he settled himself down beneath a nearby try to await the female’s awakening. [/blockquote] Reason for Editing: me grammar bad
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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Nov 21, 2009 20:48:40 GMT -5
I hear the voice around me, unsure whether I can hear more as the strain of focusing on it too much gave a very unwelcome head-ache and that was something I could do just fine without. As for the content of the speech, well it certainly seemed well educated and it was a fine voice at that. One who's quality possessed a similar sadness I recognised in my own mind and heart. I felt a great fondness and respect for my attacker. At least more than a petty assassin but one with honour and intellect. Still. If someone was out to get me it was unsafe to stay here. though I had trust in my electricity it wasn't exactly healing to let it spark off like that, especially in my current state.
*A mumble escapes my jaws and this causes a greater wince of pain and several muttered curses.*
Trying to stand proved a right pain in the hide... legs,, back....everything but before whoever it was had the chance to return, and with backup none-the-less it would be a fools plan to await someone able to negate my abilities. Trying to get to my feet...
--What am I doing!? I'm fairly sure I was ready to give up and die only a few minutes ago. Now why can't these morons just let me die in peace. No hassle and whats more it benefits me. No nasty nasty pain--[/b]
*I snort in irritation and just about manage to get to a half stand, my legs shaking like a bloody twig in a hurricane.* Even with no-one about it was damned humiliating to see myself reduced to this. *I look up and my ears then perk up as my eyes go wide. I dart back wards as quickly as I can and manage to back into a large oak. Swearing further at the searing pain that is now ricocheting up my leg I prop myself up into a, rather out of place sitting position, now some-what imobilised.*
*I bare my teeth threateningly and several small sparks fly from my fur as I bulk myself up to show off my flare to this strange threat of black and red Fluff.*
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Nov 21, 2009 21:15:39 GMT -5
His ears pulled him out of his thoughts as she groaned and mumbled only moments after he had settled himself down. O’Malley strained to turn her garbled speech into words; perhaps her mind wasn’t as well as he had first thought. After all, severe injuries could affect the brain, rendering it entirely useless for communication with others. But there was one word that he was able to make out perfectly. ”Moron!! My dear, if I may, a moron would hardly have the capacity of patience to wait quietly in your presence to see if you would die or live.” His maroon nose twitched in minor irritation. How naïve of her! Declaring him a moron before she even knew him! He huffed and stood. And that was when he supposed he scared her.
He watched her stand straight up and back herself into a large tree, despite the difficulty she was having only a moment ago merely standing on her shaky legs. Her torn body was compressed but her fur stood on-end, as to make her appear larger than she was, and she snarled nastily at him. It was only then that O’Malley considered how she found herself in this wounded state. As he gauged her reaction, he supposed she was attacked, brutally at best. It explained her reaction, as well as that ‘shocking’ defense of her. He smiled inwardly at his own pun. It had been slightly intended. O’Malley considered her. He’d have to speak carefully in order to provide her with the correct impression of himself. After all, how easily was it for her to perceive him as her attacker?
”Now what exactly,” He spoke calmly, though truly he was slightly offended by her rash decision making, though he couldn’t blame her. ”Have I done personally to warrant this spitting behavior?” He lowered himself back into his laying position, to show that he truly was no threat. [/blockquote]
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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Nov 21, 2009 21:30:52 GMT -5
*My ears perk up one more and I look somewhat taken a-back at the civilised manner of speaking. Still straining to make out all the words the headache continues and thus does the pain on my face continue to show. I let out a grunt on annoyance in referance to this but care little as to whether this male may find it an offense directed at his fine self.*[/i]
"Well .. Sir I can assure you that there may well be no good reason as to my insulting you other than the fact that you allowed yourself to be electrocuted. How very fun ^^ But no, it's quite alright, take nothing of it. I'm just a bitch."[/b]
*At this point I grin, some-what un-nearvingly, like a wolf that isn't all there and has had whats missing stuffed full of whatever madness was at paw. *I laugh, a rather un-nearving:* "Shishishishi"[/b]
*I then shrug to my self and right my crazed grin to a more charming smile.*[/color]
"Furthermore, this "Spitting" behavior is my very best work. I assure you this is a great honour on your part. And just incase you were hoping for an overbearing reaction of "Oh beloved saviour I owe you my life" though you do not look the type and this pleases me, for I would leave you disappointed."[/b]
*I bow, and then raise my glance, grining still and awaiting your reaction After all, I was for sure in no fit state to attack. I couldn't even support my megre body weight so at the very least a plea of insanity might get me off the hook nicely. If not, good for shits and giggles.* *I attempt to further right my stance to one where I can maintain my bow but at an angle that doesn't strain me to far nor pressure my muscles. I also ensure am accessable, if clumsy looking getaway as I await this gentleman's reply.*
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Nov 23, 2009 1:47:03 GMT -5
His black ears flicked nervously as his one opened eye twitched with the bottom lid. Perhaps she had suffered a head injury…and by the tell of the quirky way she acted and her rather misplaced words, it wasn’t a light one. O’Malley sat up slowly, keeping his front paws close to his torso as they gripped the ground nervously. He mumbled quietly to himself, ”Should’ve just walked away.” But no, out of some form of concern (or was it pity?) he had decided to ‘stand watch’ while she rolled within unconsciousness. Well, she had come to like he first wanted. And O’Malley had to be entirely honest with himself, he rather liked her better when she was out cold. Being in the presence of a potentially unstable mind was more unsettling than O’Malley would have ever thought. Then again, he could be jumping to conclusions, and she might be perfectly sane in the head, and this quirked behavior might be resulting from nervousness, or a lack of sleep. O’Malley sighed inwardly. He was getting himself into something that might not be so easy to snake out of.
”Uhh, no, you’re right on your part to not take me as the ‘saviour’ type.” He was a quite unsure of how respond, since she had asked no question, and had caught him quite off guard. ”And not even a thank-you is necessary, all I did was plant my rump on the ground to keep the vultures from picking at you. But I suppose they would find a shocking disappointment from their meal.” Really? Was he really that nervous that he was resorting to half-witted puns? O’Malley blinked as he gave himself a mental shake to snap himself out of it. His mind-shake having succeeded, he gave her a small smile, though it wasn’t kind exactly, but it was knowing. ”Well I feel confident to assume that you are in much worse shape than you make yourself appear. And confidence is also with me when I declare that you look to adhere with this pack? As do myself, though this was my pack long ago, I have decided to return to it. Since I have already promised you no harm, you should feel confidence in allowing me to escort you to the dens.” O’Malley’s tail flicked as he stood, hoping his quick-fix icebreaker had succeeded.
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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Nov 24, 2009 15:30:50 GMT -5
*Standing now, I look up at you. Eye to eye for the very first time. I smile. Dangerous, michevious. Maybe even slightly seductively. But that means little as pawstep by pawstep I slowly make my way towards you. My tail swishes with each footfall and in perfect synchronisation. My smile turns to a rather more fun seeking grin.*
*I reach you and still grinning, my eyes widen for a spilt second with a flash and the grin broadens further. Very Very quietly, under my breath you would hear a "Shishishishishi"[/b]
*I then rub my head against yours, slightly softly yet with the perfect amount of force. The grin gone, my face expressionless and my eyes closed. As I do this I right the position of my hind legs to balance myself as I raise one paw and in turn the other. I place both on your chest and push downwards. Grinning again. Eyes glistening I pin you to the ground.
"Heheheh Well well dear thing. The hunter has become the prey.. And what a tasty looking Prey this is. I shall enjoy taking my very. Fisrt. Bite."
*I lower my great head slowly. Our muzzles moving ever so slowly and ever so close until you can feel my breath ruffle your fur and the micheif and joy that is dancing in my eyes is burning into you. As your noses are merely more than a centimeter appart I turn my head to face your left cheek. As I do so, should you notice; the madness has left my gaze and in its place is sorrow and pure hate filled understanding.
I slowly put out my tongue and touch it softly to your cheek before slowly moving upwards. Licking. Licking up your cheek before slowly crossing the fur that grows beside your scar. I stop by your eye and pull away, then returning my tongue to my mouth.[/i]
"Thank-you. It would be an honour to walk these lands with you. It has been a great many sunsets since I saw a friendly face."
*I then lift my paws from your chest and stand by your side, grinning once more. This wouldn't be a guard I's let down again in a hurry. But in my eyes beyond the madness was that same sorrow and gratitude and that alone gave me a small reason to trust you. So I would.*[/i]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Dec 5, 2009 15:31:14 GMT -5
His ears flicked lightly as she approached him with a rather odd expression upon her face. He blinked, turning his head so that he could see her entirely with his eye. O’Malley tensed, but only for a moment, though he wasn’t entirely sure of her intentions, he could tell that she wasn’t about to harm him, which was the only confident thought he had as he allowed her to back him into the ground. He did nothing but watch and listen quietly as she spoke, and if wolves could blush, a red hue would have found itself onto his cheeks and ears as she whispered directly into his audits. O’Malley swallowed in a comical manner as she stepped away and let him up. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered to walk her to the dens…
”…Um…well glad to have some company…” He shook himself lightly, most likely trying to shake what she had just done out of his memory. ”The den is just this way, to the East.” He motioned with his left paw. Giving a calm half-smile, he walked around to her right side. ”Hope you don’t mind, I tend to favor my left side, incase you can’t tell. And besides, I much prefer to keep my company in my vision if we are to travel together. And before I find myself to be rude, might I ask what I may call my new temporary travel companion?” Although, if that odd act of hers kept up any longer, she might not even make the marks of ‘temporary’. [/blockquote]
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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Dec 6, 2009 15:44:34 GMT -5
*I smile towards you, standing now and turn my head towards you as I step into possition on your left side. My tail swishes too and fro and I lean forward onto my forepaws and stretch, giving in to a big yawn.*
"Well that wasn't exactly what I'd call a good nap and I guess after a little shock thereapy I'm even less rested but I think that the walk will do me some good. I mean really, I doubt it can do me worse than the state I'm already in."[/color]
*I laugh as my eyes pass over the series of cuts, scras and other give aways of my past onslaughts. Returning my gaze once more to you I find myself feeling a slight blush of my own (if that were possible, and unaware of your own embarasement.) I then turn my head forward, inhale deeply then puff out my chest and just sniff the air.*
"The air down here truely is divine, it remins me alot of my home..."
*My ears then perk up at the fact that I should so willingly bring it up and then they fall and my mind reverts to becoming more defensive once more. I start to walk at a steady pace and as I step infront of you my tail brushes against your muzzle and another jolt of electricity runs towards you. (More the kind to make your fur stand on end and send a slight tingling through you than to cause any pain.) I turn back and wink.*[/i]
"Very well dear thing, I shall honor you with a name but in return I hope that you will grace me with your own.
I am Phrax."[/b]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Dec 6, 2009 16:59:14 GMT -5
O’Malley gave a half-smirk, looking away from her quickly so that she would not see. Perfect, it was simply perfect! Hit thoughts before he came across her could now be put into place. When he had asked Phrax of her name, it was common sense that she would naturally ask for his in return, and knowing this, O’Malley intended to put his theory into place; a test subject is what she could be to him…as odd and quirky as she may act, but still she had the mind of a mortal, and thus his idea should work. He looked back to her, smiling sympathetically as she shook off her wounds as if they were mere scratches. He could tell by her steadfast personality that she would make no big deal from them, even if they did cause her much pain. But O’Malley said nothing, and instead started off at a slow pace simply for her sake.
”Ah, Phrax is it? Any meaning hidden within it, or origin perhaps? If I remember correctly, the origin might come from an ancient civilization known as the Greeks. It would be short for the Phraxos, an interesting, mythological character. Phraxos was one of great compassion and love, but succumbed to laziness within the mind. Phraxos had quite a lip when it came to personal opinions, but was a good being deep down. In the end, Phraxos’ laziness led to the end for it. Betrayed by one’s own family and left alone to die alone. Not a tragic character in my opinion, but still a sad story.” O’Malley’s tail flicked behind him as his sight turned to the sky, as if searching for Phraxos’ lost story in the night sky. His expression turned direly serious, as if recalling many horrid memories from his past. ”You may call me, The Steel One.”
((haha, I actually researched Phrax’s name and came up with Phraxos. Couldn’t really find much information other than Phraxos was a Greek character and succumbed to betrayal, kinda ironic how Phrax was betrayed))
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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Dec 6, 2009 17:22:57 GMT -5
*My ears perk up at this grand title and a roaring laugh emits from my muzzle and I drop to the floor and begin to roll around. Tail between my legs, jaws open wide and manic hysterics escaping from within me. After a good few minutes the laughing calms to a quiter: "Ushishishishishishi"[/color] But none the less my eyes are watering and a great joy is spread widely across my face and believe me it was a joy I hadn't exprienced for a long time. Maybe this was the second time in my living memory. That though alone calmed my hysteria completely and so I lay there and gazed up at the stars.
Finaly I rise to my four paws once more, my tails still swishing out of energetic amusement, but not by much.*
"Ok then, mighty wolf of silver steel" *I murmer but keep it within your hearing* "No wonder your so fun to electrocute, I shall call you Pussy!" ^-^ *again I lower my voice and wink having said: "It's cause I like you, honest. That and the fact you were to afraid to leave when you had the chance despite the shocking." ^^
*My ears twitch then before falling low, my voice following suit. I look away slightly before speaking again.*[/i]
"And as for that Phraxos legend of yours, it is one of which I know nothing. I am simply Phrax and that is all I ever have been as far as I am aware. .... So Pussy. Will you tell me your actual name? Or must I call you Pussy forever more? Dear thing"
*My grin has once more returned and I direct it right at you.* "shishishi"
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Dec 6, 2009 17:53:27 GMT -5
O’Malley’s ears wilted to the sides of his skull, and if his right brow could move, it would have risen in slight defeat. But only his left brow was capable of movement and so as it rose higher than the other, it gave him the look of a skeptic as he watched her roll onto the ground with laughter. Perhaps she wasn’t as wounded as he had first thought. O’Malley sighed quietly in defeat, whispering to himself, ”Should have just walked away.” Who was he kidding himself before? This character was so odd and…insane…that he wasn’t able to gauge a reaction from her unless it was a universal norm for everyone else. Personalities varied from individual to individual, and even though O’Malley was an expert at observing and weighing one’s personality, her’s was completely out of his grasp. But as he watched her roll and giggle on the dewy night ground, he doubted that he even wanted to understand what went on inside of that odd mind of hers.
He frowned slightly as she stood, expecting bygones to be bygones after that little show of hers. O’Malley ignored her request for “a real name”. ”Now how can you possibly think that not leaving your side as you lay unconscious on the ground, in plain sight of any predators or malevolent beings, was an act of fear? How can you call me afraid when I lay watching over you, you who is a complete stranger to me! If I was afraid, wouldn’t I have left because I was shocked by your, your…” He motioned arrogantly towards her with his left paw. ”…defense mechanism. In my opinion, I find myself in an act of bravery because I stayed by your side. Why you see this as an act of fear is simply illogical.” His tail flicked irritably behind him as he completely halted his slow pace. Maybe they wouldn’t be traveling together to the dens, not if she kept up this ignorant act of hers. O’Malley simply detested the ignorant and naïve. [/blockquote]
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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Dec 6, 2009 18:24:27 GMT -5
*My ears fall low once more and I smile up at you, very truely appologetically perhaps to your surprise. I walk over to you once more and await you permission before attempting to nuzzle you again as a way of making amends for my display. I then stood beside you, both tails swishing in hope that you would still wish to travel with this "troublesome" wolf and they slowly reach to stroke your own tail (in the way your fur moved so as not to cause discomfort.)
*I then bow my head in hope for forgiveness. That and the fact that my chest was starting to ache and I didn't know why, all I knew was the pain within it was making my eyes water and the scars that crossed my heart seemed to burn. My leggs shook quite badly under my weight and a very quiet whine escaped me before I imediately shut it up. Hoping that you had not heard this sign of weakness. Of all wolves you were one I had decided I'd never wish to seem "weak" to.*[/i]
--ARGH! It Hurts So ******* Much!!!!!!! Why Does It Hurt So Much! And what the HELL is making my Chest Ache!? I Don't UNDERSTAND!!!!!--
*My head still bowed, my breathing alittle heavy, I speak*
"I'm sorry... dear thing. But I know that you know what a troublesome past contains and so you must therefore have some understanding of my predicament. I may have snapped. Maybe not. I don't think I know anymore. But I don't want to be alone anymore. Please would you let me take you under my wing?"
*I make sure to avoid dropping my guard and asking You to take care of Me but following my statement I raise my head ever so slightly so that you can see my glistening eyes close. And then, two wings. Like shards of broken glass, formed into perfect feathers. Translucent like crystal, the blood just visible as it flows through them. Appear before you. I smile hopefully once more and begin to speak, hoping my words don't seem as arrogant as they sound.*
"I really do hope these impress you enough to encourage you to keep my company. I wouldn't like to be alone again. ...I've grown rather fond of your complaining. Pussy, dear thing" ^-^
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Dec 7, 2009 14:51:18 GMT -5
His brow remained furrowed as he glared lightly at her, annoyance flickering through his fire eye. Any concern for her was quickly disappearing. After all, he found her unconscious and alone and even though he was nearly electrocuted in the process, he stayed in her presence to take watch over her and be a comforting shoulder when she came to. And he wasn’t even repaid with kindness from her end. Maybe a slight (very slight) amount of common courtesy, but that was it. Not even a thank-you…even though he stated it wasn’t necessary, any wolf with the slightest hint of manners would have at least uttered it. Well, O’Malley supposed that this was what he deserved for straying from his usual philosophies and attitudes. A normal day for O’Malley included trusting no one and caring for no one but himself. Here he showed this stranger some kindness and look where it got him. Toasted and insulted.
He grumbled beneath his breath, looking away from the odd female. He didn’t want to accept her apology; it meant nothing to him, not after her terrible first impression. He only glanced back at her when twin wings randomly sprouted form her sides, although he wasn’t at all shocked; in these lands he had witnessed wolves with stranger powers. He did own some odd ones himself, O’Malley smirked nastily at the thought. ”Sorry, but I’ll have to turn you down. Wings don’t suit me so well – they don’t match my color…” He licked his black chops, loving the taste of bitter sarcasm on his lips. The smirk remained on his maw, even when she miss-named him again. O’Malley hesitated before replying, letting his burning look sting her for a few silent moments. ”…let’s go.” He turned, flicking his marooned-tipped tail, and started again with the slow pace he had before. [/blockquote]
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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Dec 7, 2009 15:41:27 GMT -5
"Ok then. Fine."[/b]
*At this point static is sparking off my fur and though I step away from you to keep you out of range it was very tempting to shock you again. Not only for kicking my appology into the dirt when it was so hard to bring out in the 1st place put for putting this damn ache inside my chest! I may be rash at times but I'm farely positive this wasn't here before you arrived! I then say these exact words to you having explained my predicament about my electricity.*
*My body is trembling much more fearcly as my temper starts to worsen and as I start to walk on in the direction you show the shaking gets worse and worse. Several of the cuts re-open as new ones appear. Blood begins to drip from my wounds and sparks continue to dance over my body. My fur bristling up with irritation but even more so in response to the imense pain. I clench my jaws firmly to shut off any whines and I continue to walk.*
*My ear twitches in annoyance as the tone of your comment re-plays over and over in my brain. And of course, being female, the senario was made 100 times worse due to oversensitivity. I grumble at this and my pace increases with the irritation before another shock rips through my and I suddenly swear!
Dropping down, my forpaws bent back, I land almost face down in the earth. My body trembling.*
"Go on! Go away! I know it's what you want, what you've wished since the moment I arrived in your life. I know whether I want you to stay or not is irrelivant so go, make yourself happy. I wanted to die back then anyway..."[/b]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Dec 7, 2009 16:27:35 GMT -5
O’Malley’s ears flicked, catching only the sound of her footsteps behind him. He grumbled within his mind, the defensive barrier for his emotions and trust that had been lowered for her sake had quickly re-erected itself. Sure, he may seem insensitive now, but it was only his way of giving what he felt he had received. But his stern frustration was slowly cooled with ever step he took, and instead of dwelling on how offended he was, his mind began to wander; as it always did. What could cause someone to be so quirky and inconsiderate in the first place? O’Malley pondered as he stared blankly ahead, vision unfocused, his path to the den guided by memory alone. He supposed that perhaps her odd nature, like her electricity, was a defense mechanism. The only difference between the two, was that one was defending the body, while one defended the mind. Intrigued by his conclusion, O’Malley’s curiosity for Phrax awoke as he wondered what could have occurred to cause her to develop such an awkward defense of the mind. O’Malley’s defense was his solitary nature, the fact that he trusted no one and kept his feelings to himself. Could a love one possibly have died? He disregarded that, most likely her ordeal would be related to her wounds. O’Malley halted, ears perking and nose reaching for the sky. …her wounds… The stank of blood swam through the air, and O’Malley (so involved in his thoughts) only now detected it.
He spun around just as she collapsed to the ground. Within his mind, O’Malley was shocked, hadn’t her wounds closed? But upon his face he still wore a small glare as he looked at her, writhing on the ground. O’Malley quickly found that his concern was wasted, however. He rolled his eyes as she whined and wept on the ground. Great…just what he disliked most in this world…a whiny, over-sensitive female… Maybe her quirky nature wasn’t a deeper defense mechanism after all…maybe it was just her “time-of-the-season”. O’Malley shook his head internally at the mess he’d gotten himself into. He would admit, he did have a soft-spot when it came to young females, but as soon as they whined and complained, his interest was gone. He appreciated strong, willful faes with steadfast beliefs and headstrong personalities (and a nice, curvy body never hurt). But those types were one-in-a-million. He sighed, knowing that he simply couldn’t leave her.
”Alright, that’s enough, pick your rump up and let’s go. Y’know, if I didn’t want to walk you to the dens then I wouldn’t have asked in the first place. Leaving you here alone isn’t going to make me happy, not in the least bit. What’s going to make me happy, is having you stop your whining and letting me help you to the dens. I’d lend a shoulder to help you up, but I’m not entirely sure if I’m going to turn into a furry, lightning rod or not. So if I have your word that you flip the “off” switch, I’ll gladly help you to your feet.” As he spoke he walked and stood to her side, where her good eye was to him so that she could see. ”And besides, you don’t want to die. Haven’t you heard that it isn’t good for you?” [/blockquote]
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Post by ĢoτђikaFøx on Dec 7, 2009 17:20:41 GMT -5
*I look up at you and smile appreciatively and then laugh at your care for my health involving death, trying to lift myself up once more and trying extremely hard not to wince. Loathing myself for letting a moment of weakness escape before. I stand, refusing to let you think that I am weak willed, I snort in disgust at the thought. Then laughing again as you'd not know why I made such an action. I turn to face you full on. My body still shaking alittle but I ignore it. I then speak, more dignified and more with respect than you ever have heard from me. I smile.*
"Okay. I shall attempt to talk like a sane wolf for a change. I warn you now dear thing that I may be alittle rusty. I hope you can forgive me for at least this one thing."[/b]
*I bow my head before rising it once more and continue to smile calmly.*[/i]
"And do let me assure you that I mean this all with no disrespect. I appologise for how i act.... It's been a long time since I was properly cared about... Ah! I'm not gonna talk about that with you! Or anyone!! Sorry. I just need to trust you more, and at least have you forgive me ^^
But anyway. As stupid as I am and as stubbourn as this is I do not wish to be carried. I can manage just fine by myself. Whiney wolves, especially females irritate me imensely...
That's why I snorted earlier. I feel disgusted for letting such feelings as pain get the better of me."[/b]
*My nose wrinkles up in distaste. and I then laugh again. the trembling of my body is worsening but I then take a few steps forward. I then turn back to face you from my place infront and smile, my tail swishing playfully but with a calm respect.*[/i]
"Oh, and should I collapse. Jeez I really hope not. That would be so.... Ugh, everything I hate. Swooning women indeed. It's so demeaning -.- But should I collapse, and it's possible 'cause these wounds are f***ing painful. Ah! I keep getting sidetracked!
Hehehe well anyway, I'll not electrocute you should you need to carry me. That's a promise.
So, dear thing... Shall we walk?"[/b]
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Dec 10, 2009 15:40:51 GMT -5
"Right, I'd appreciate that. The taste of barbecue doesn't necessarily tickle my fancy." He graced her with a true smile, something that was rarely seen upon his maw. He started his slow pace once more, at her side rather than ahead of her this time. His mind went hard at work as they walked. Traveling in silence would soon become old and awkward, especially since they were just barely acquaintances. But she had remarked about not talking about her past, which was fine with him, he had his own agenda which he wouldn't care to discuss. But what were they supposed to talk about, the weather? He repressed a sigh at his dilemma, the only thing that came to mind was, "so, where you from?" but he knew that wouldn't be appropriate because it related to her past. He shook his maroon mane, knowing that silence could be just as awkward as a bad question.
He decided just to chance it. If she didn't want to answer whatever she asked, it made no difference to him. It wasn't like he was going to interrogate her or anything, that was the alpha's job. "So, electricity huh? I spit fire, myself. Kind of stereotypical, though. Seems that the majority of wolves who wear black have a spicy breath. But I suppose I wouldn't change it, makes me who I am and all that crap. Hmmm, but if I could add another, I'd take...water. That way if I start a brush fire by accident, I at least could put it out. [/blockquote]
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