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Post by downfall347 on May 4, 2010 0:39:26 GMT -5
Funny how some things go. One moment your just flying along, getting the feel for a new place, when you pause to ask a hawk for directions. Then, the damn guy freaks out and bites ya, not even a moments hesitation or warning, guy just hauled off and gave one hell of a nasty scratch. It irritated his wing as he glided down over the rocky, inhospitable looking landscape of the Misuteriasu Mountain range. Ah, but he knew all to well that appearances were seldom everything. For example the hawk looked friendly enough. Idly, this haphazard wanderer wondered on the creature, but let it go. He knew, or thought he did, of other places where hawks were not intelligent, rational creatures. Of course he also knew, or thought he knew of places where wolves were considered stupid and uncivilized. All a matter of place, he supposed. Some people in his position may think that one place is the same as any other, that it was the journey that counted. While he couldn't disagree, he had to wonder where exactly those people had walked to, as so far he seldom found a place he did not enjoy in a way entirely unlike any way he had enjoyed any place before it.
Kami Kia Kori glided to a small rocky outcrop, his massive wings casting a shadow far larger than the wolf himself. His fur was dark blue, matted slightly with the lingering remains of a rain storm he had flown through either a week ago or years beforehand. After all how was he supposed to keep track of such things? His heart was beating a little quicker than average, which was apparent in the way his silvery white eyes pulsed along with the tips of every feather. The markings along his skin held a similar glow, although a little dimmer, and far stranger in shape. He let out a long, lazed yawn, ruffling his feathers as he folded them as best he could against his skin. He never could quite get those things under control, built for a creature twice his size. They extended beyond his otherwise lanky frame, elegant in use, but on land they only appeared bulky and awkward.
His eyes, blind wolves eyes, looked out over the land, a thin smile cracking across his face. He could smell it here, ripe with it, possibility, the possibility of story. There was something to be found here, something to be learned, something to be taught. He would stay, if just for awhile, an entirely subjective term in his case. There was a story here, one worth hearing, maybe many of them in fact. He just hoped they were stories he would remember, something told him that they would be worth a retelling. Gently he lay back his head, his wing not bleeding but tender, and let out a long, gentle howl. Had to be a polite dinner guest, when visiting another's world.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on May 12, 2010 7:56:11 GMT -5
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but life is out to get me"[/font][/color] Masque
[/size][/b][/font] ”And you choose to break our families Tell me you've used all precautions known” ”And I'll stand beside the ones Who stood alone” [/font] xxxxx It wasn't fear that caused this fae to constantly throw her head to the side and look over her shoulder. It was love and hope, something that should have died out long ago. But she couldn't help but want her father to suddenly appear and rescue her from this lonely life. He had promised that he would. Masque paused in her steps as she heard a howl. With movements almost invisible to the naked eye, Masque had turned and was bolting in that direction. Maybe it was her father. Maybe he had finally found her and they could live happily now.
So, imagine her disappointment when instead she found a winged wolf instead of her dearest father. She was weary as she stepped closer to the odd wolf. She had to have been three wolf-lengths away from the brute. "Excuse me, but was it you who howled?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. If it wasn't this brute who had howled, then maybe was her father and she had just gotten the location wrong. But knowing Masque's luck, that wasn't true. Her posture was rigid and while her tail was lowered, her ears stood erect on her head. Her eyes were a foggy blue color and they stared at the strange wolf with a burning curiosity. Perhaps this wolf could help her find her father.... what if this was what her father had transformed into during this time apart and he really was her father. No, never. Her father was large and powerful and she would know if he was her father- it was just something that she knew just like all children could sense their parents, right?o o c ; Hope you don't mind me joining. And sorry about her, she's a bit mental xDDDD
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Post by downfall347 on May 12, 2010 22:52:56 GMT -5
OOC: Not at all, she seems rather interesting. I was hoping someone would jump into this thread. Oh, and a note for if your character decides to use whatever her power is. But Kami's power is his latent aura. Things simply function oddly around him. His presence twists the abilities of other wolves in odd and chaotic ways. It's up to you to decide how his presence affects your wolves abilities.
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More and more curious. Funny, this entire mountain range, this entire plane, and a single howl gets heard by a pair of ears. These ears connected to a head, a head that held eyes, eyes that seemed focused on him. Beyond that he could see a tail, fur, paws, a snout, pieces that alone meant nothing at all, but together formed a wolf. He had to let a small bit of joy creep into his heart at this revelation. He could not remember the last time he had been any place with other wolves who were not vocally challenged, and it was good to hear another Lupine's voice.
He took a deep breath, trying to pull his awkwardly large wings closer to himself, and cursing his regrettably ruffled appearance. "Yes, I do believe it was me who howled. Of course I could be wrong. I howl but do I know if it was you who heard it? Or possibly you heard another howl, one that sounded at the very moment mine did, thats the only way I would not have heard this other howl myself. But I do believe we are simply getting into semantics at this point,". He smiled, trying his best to look gentle and unthreatening as he moved down to a lower rock so he would be on level with her. He was used to meeting new cultures, and he never was quite sure what to expect. But a general rule is that no one liked feeling talked down to. "I am sorry if I was not what you were expecting. I was simply greeting the new land. These are beautiful mountains. Would you mind if I asked their name? Or your own? My name is Kami Kai Kori," His tone was somewhere between an ambassador and gentle flirtation. It wasn't intentional, not really anyways. She was a female, and he was what he was and always would be. Some things he found even after all this time he could not control, the sway most women held over him being key among them.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on May 13, 2010 20:10:09 GMT -5
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but life is out to get me"[/font][/color] Masque
[/size][/b][/font] ”And you choose to break our families Tell me you've used all precautions known” ”And I'll stand beside the ones Who stood alone” [/font] xxxxx As the wolf she had approached began to speak, Masque flinched. For this varg was not her father, he was nothing like the strong brute that had saved her life and told her that he would be right behind her and find her when he could. No, this was a completely different wolf. His voice was different from the memories that Masque liked to return to. His looks, his eyes, his everything. They were all different and left Masque with that small hole once again. But she figured, why not be nice to this wolf, he seemed okay enough. She looked around her, taking in the surroundings of these lands that she wished to join... for lack of a better thing to do with herself. "I believe we are in the Misuteriasu Mountains, an I am Masquerade.... or Masque for short." She responded with a sharp flick of her tail. She cocked her head slightly as she ran her mind over his name. Her foggy blue eyes stared at the wolf with curiosity. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kami Kai Kori... would you mind if I just called you Kami?" Masque questioned, sitting her rump on the ground and flexing her front claws so that they dug into the ground beneath her paws. The feeling of the ground slowly giving way under her was simply delicious and she smiled softly at the soft flirting that Kami was pressing her way. She wouldn't say that she hated it, but it just wasn't something expected from others and she enjoyed the attention.
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