Post by Lu on Dec 8, 2006 6:27:52 GMT -5
Date: 7/12/2006
Members present: Zibah and Idolatry
Non-members present: Darkside and Outdoor
Location: Woods of Ypres
Imperative stance was taken as godlike temptress sat upon haunches, right next to where 'er cherished packmate settled. Nostrils of onyx inhaled, taking in his already familiar scent. Wings of jade plumage fluttered twice, before wrapping around her feminine silhouette. Emerald voids shifted, as she gazed upon the male of silvery features. A delighted smile spread across her maw, voice uttered from larynx as she spoke, in the kindest way possible. 'Hey there, Idol.'. Feeling quite happy for finally seeing a friendly face around this place, she wagged her bristling tail back and forth, upon the mahogany stump.
Darkside had idly been wandering throughout this place just to familiarize himself with where he was. More precisely their immediate vicinity; His mate was nearby and a protective personality took possession over all other emotions. Eventually pace hastened and he came up to his violent winged mate. Grin spreading from ear to ear across visage, but soon was disrupted with the sight of a new duo; Frustration making itself evident in the tone of his voice, "Now who have we come across?" He inquired, his muzzles tip grazing over Out's ear as he spoke. Pupilless eyes of obsidian fixated upon the duo, momentarily averting them from his mate as he studied the two for possible threat, of which he didn't feel so. They seemed relatively vulnerable due to their relaxed positioning atop the stump. Ooh! Perhaps a meal?
Idolatry's purple-toned harks pricked to the jingle of a familiar voice; the softness bringing the dozing cherub to his awareness, as silver voids fluttered open. Boa brought apex heavenwards, careful with the kingsly alabaster structures as to not jab his beloved packmate, gazing up at her. "Oh, hello Zibah." Masculin vocalization seemed to hold a soft edge, angelic and homely. Cherub brute's own caudal giving it's own signature wavers of pleasantries, as luminous flints pressed his body upwards from the log to recline comfortably upon his haunches. He moved with the grace of a cat; silvery coat catching the sun's glare, reflecting the pair of luminous pigments which lined the sides of his framework, very much resembling the magnificent glitter of a rainbow trout fish. Flight appendages dipped within similar hues ruffled lightly, then relaxed along the sir's dorsal, allowing the light breeze to sift through the surfacing plume. Attention was taken from the nigrescent Alphess, and beset upon an approaching pair from the distant rear. Gaze followed their movements intently; curious, though he said nothing, assuming Zibah would notice this slight distraction and look also.
Outdoor meandered though the packlands,or what she thought was the lands of a pack. She and her beloved were roaming once more. Kidless and looking for more lands to conquer and this area was just south of the beautiful den that they claimed. These lands were nice, the sun always shone, and it had just the right impact of dark in their den for a comfortable setting. Feeiling the relaxing graze of her mates maw, she looked to them and grinned, hearing the vocalizations from his throught, the deep vibrato rung through her ears causing her to be more alert. " I do believe, this is our 'pack' " She said gleaming to him. Her tail partialliy wagged, " Not to much in the mood for wolf meat though." She said trying to befall humour on the situation. She was humourous, but if they posed a threat she would become enitrely different.
High-wires swiveled atop skull as female of heavenly peculiarity caught a sticksnap. Voids of emerald pigment instantly shifted, scanning the distance frantically. Taking in their scents, she noticed the presence of a couple of complete strangers. Instinctively, hackles arised as Zi stood up, her tail cocked in dominant posture. 'Who are you?', she asked, trying not to sound impolite. First impressions were very important, it could mean the beggining of a friendly relationship or of a sanguinary fight. She obviously prefered to stay out of trouble.
Cranium cocked to the side in visible confusion, was she actually addressing them? Nostrils flared as his lower-end descended; Resting atop haunches, "Well.. I don't think that's much of your concern." He stated - Talons dragged through the lush vegetation beneath him, amusing himself by drawing random things.. Not that he was much of an artist to behold. Dismissing his lack of artistic abilities, his body learned slightly to his side, nudging his mate, "I don't like them." He stated, in the most sincere tone he possessed. Of course, he only said it so it was audible to her, he didn't desire any eavesdroppers. Tongue lolled along his ivory teeth, to seem as intimidating as he could; Not that his relatively large size wouldn't usually have that impression. "And what business do you... Kids... Have here?" He inquired, of course kids was used as an insulting remark, they hadn't obtained his respect so he wouldn't treat them as if they did.
Idolatry's intent stare was not wavered in any way when the crimson goliath spoke. In truth, himself and Zibah were not actually in their own packlands, nor did they have much of a remaining pack to defend anything which they chose to claim as their own, so there really was no fight to be dealt here, nor were the pair of couple's names in dire need to be exchanged. The second vocalization thrown at them, however, prodded at the heavenhound a little more so than the previous. Abrupt snort blasted forth, sending teardrop nares aquiver, apparently taken aback by the whole 'kids' comment. "In all honesty, myself and my packmate here are not 'kids' at all. We're fully grown adults." He stated sincerely. There was no sign whatsoever of harshness beheld within the silvery male, as pale optics continued to reguard the interesting pair avidly.
Outdoor plainly store at the two, listening to the words of the alphess. The dominant stachions that she took, meant that she was the head hancho here. Seeing the other look aline join into their part she grunted, nudging him back after here the opinion of them. " They are up to three now," She said in a considerably low tone so that only they could hear.Then watching the other one leave. She snickeres and looked at the two remaining, then hearing the relentless males voice. She sneered at him. "Really now?" She said siffering her fuzzy, yet leathery looking wings. She snorted right back at him. then Nuzzled her mates chest fur. " Me neither," she said to only him. " I take it that that girl over there owns you in rank. Cause you sure aren't stepping up like her," She said giggling.
Zibah blinked as they whispered to themselves, though, she didn't even try to hear them. First because as they were staring at her and her Beta, she knew they were talking about them, and in fact, Zi didn't really want to know their opinions. Second, because being curious like this was totally impolite, and having at least a little bit of respect for others, even if they were strangers, was an important trait of her personality. She simply smiled at them, sitting upon hindquarters, her tail curling around her elegantly. Dark lips parted as voice uttered from larynx once more. 'We're just wandering around.'
Darkside was not too satisfied with how the two were acting, especially the ashen male. He also did not approve of their little pedestal atop the stump; he preferred being at a same height as any, or higher. Not vice versa. Chills raced up his spine, in which his body responded through a shake. Of course, he was not too nice and would encourage himself to acknowledge the male's denial of being children, "Could have fooled me." He stated, grin spreading further upon his visage as single forepaw ascended to streak along his slight mohawk. Wanting a better view of the two, and not so far seperated, he took baby steps forwards. Then once again, fell to his rear end and stared in a sort of dumbfounded expression. Watching them. Oddly enough.
Idolatry quirked an invisable brow lightly upon the male's retorted statement. Apparently he was a thick-headed dolt, but Idol would not express his own negative opinion on the other male. He only looked to his Alphess and cooed in a soft undertone, "Perhaps it's best that we introduce ourselves first?" He suggested, dome canting off to one side. Quarts readjusted themselves beneath the cherub's form; musculature rendering the surfacing canvas to ripple over and glitter in an array of luminous pigmentations. Gaze turned back upon the pair. Though he was only second in command as Beta, Zibah had no mate, and thus it was Idol's duty to stand in the open position of authority, in aid to his Alphess. Dominance looked marvolous painted upon the luminous wolf, for the glittery hide and the pair of alabaster antlers seemed to create such a kingsly image, seated proudly and yet, not at all condescending. "I am Idolatry. Idol, if you wish." He offered willingly his dubbance to the pair, hoping Zibah and the rest would do the same.
Outdoor watched as her mate slowly slipped away from her comfort zone. So, to fix this ailment, she slipped up beside him. Looking to them. She's fought many pack before, and this bedraggled remains of a pack really didn't look to much of a challenge. It was almost fruitless to attack then. So she slowly took a breath and sat down. Her head held up high in dominance. She looked at the pair, the male of the duo was discussing with the alpha. Fixing her leggings she looked to him as he spoke. she readied herself for anything. Legs were limber and ready. the intro brought upon the notion that he hoped for negotiations. Knowing her mate wasn't the best at suck. She licked his maw. And grinned, " They wish for negotiations," She said silently to him. Looking to the other female. " I don't know, but then again, they don't look likje much of a challenge, meaning we have room to cut slack, but think it over," She said pondering. She was a bright wolf, and always had a clear inate thought process bustleing in her skull. She grinned and waited for the other female and her mate to make a move, before she would infact make one.
Zibah was proud her cherished packmate kept his own opinions to himself. Letting them know of whatever was going on his mind could result in a conflict she really didn't want to face. Not because she was lazy or afriad. Simply because she always thought those things could be fixed by talking, not by violence. Besides, she didn't want to follow the 'badass wolf' stereotype. She was plain indulgent and proud of it. Noticing it was time to introduce herself, she bowed her head slightly, voids shutting for a second or two. 'I am Zibah.'. She wanted to also give them a nickname they could use for short, but they didn't seem exactly the type of wolves that would use nicknames, specially for strangers. Silently, she kept it to herself.
{Idolatry had to go afk after this, and we all poofed back to the OOC}
Members present: Zibah and Idolatry
Non-members present: Darkside and Outdoor
Location: Woods of Ypres
Imperative stance was taken as godlike temptress sat upon haunches, right next to where 'er cherished packmate settled. Nostrils of onyx inhaled, taking in his already familiar scent. Wings of jade plumage fluttered twice, before wrapping around her feminine silhouette. Emerald voids shifted, as she gazed upon the male of silvery features. A delighted smile spread across her maw, voice uttered from larynx as she spoke, in the kindest way possible. 'Hey there, Idol.'. Feeling quite happy for finally seeing a friendly face around this place, she wagged her bristling tail back and forth, upon the mahogany stump.
Darkside had idly been wandering throughout this place just to familiarize himself with where he was. More precisely their immediate vicinity; His mate was nearby and a protective personality took possession over all other emotions. Eventually pace hastened and he came up to his violent winged mate. Grin spreading from ear to ear across visage, but soon was disrupted with the sight of a new duo; Frustration making itself evident in the tone of his voice, "Now who have we come across?" He inquired, his muzzles tip grazing over Out's ear as he spoke. Pupilless eyes of obsidian fixated upon the duo, momentarily averting them from his mate as he studied the two for possible threat, of which he didn't feel so. They seemed relatively vulnerable due to their relaxed positioning atop the stump. Ooh! Perhaps a meal?
Idolatry's purple-toned harks pricked to the jingle of a familiar voice; the softness bringing the dozing cherub to his awareness, as silver voids fluttered open. Boa brought apex heavenwards, careful with the kingsly alabaster structures as to not jab his beloved packmate, gazing up at her. "Oh, hello Zibah." Masculin vocalization seemed to hold a soft edge, angelic and homely. Cherub brute's own caudal giving it's own signature wavers of pleasantries, as luminous flints pressed his body upwards from the log to recline comfortably upon his haunches. He moved with the grace of a cat; silvery coat catching the sun's glare, reflecting the pair of luminous pigments which lined the sides of his framework, very much resembling the magnificent glitter of a rainbow trout fish. Flight appendages dipped within similar hues ruffled lightly, then relaxed along the sir's dorsal, allowing the light breeze to sift through the surfacing plume. Attention was taken from the nigrescent Alphess, and beset upon an approaching pair from the distant rear. Gaze followed their movements intently; curious, though he said nothing, assuming Zibah would notice this slight distraction and look also.
Outdoor meandered though the packlands,or what she thought was the lands of a pack. She and her beloved were roaming once more. Kidless and looking for more lands to conquer and this area was just south of the beautiful den that they claimed. These lands were nice, the sun always shone, and it had just the right impact of dark in their den for a comfortable setting. Feeiling the relaxing graze of her mates maw, she looked to them and grinned, hearing the vocalizations from his throught, the deep vibrato rung through her ears causing her to be more alert. " I do believe, this is our 'pack' " She said gleaming to him. Her tail partialliy wagged, " Not to much in the mood for wolf meat though." She said trying to befall humour on the situation. She was humourous, but if they posed a threat she would become enitrely different.
High-wires swiveled atop skull as female of heavenly peculiarity caught a sticksnap. Voids of emerald pigment instantly shifted, scanning the distance frantically. Taking in their scents, she noticed the presence of a couple of complete strangers. Instinctively, hackles arised as Zi stood up, her tail cocked in dominant posture. 'Who are you?', she asked, trying not to sound impolite. First impressions were very important, it could mean the beggining of a friendly relationship or of a sanguinary fight. She obviously prefered to stay out of trouble.
Cranium cocked to the side in visible confusion, was she actually addressing them? Nostrils flared as his lower-end descended; Resting atop haunches, "Well.. I don't think that's much of your concern." He stated - Talons dragged through the lush vegetation beneath him, amusing himself by drawing random things.. Not that he was much of an artist to behold. Dismissing his lack of artistic abilities, his body learned slightly to his side, nudging his mate, "I don't like them." He stated, in the most sincere tone he possessed. Of course, he only said it so it was audible to her, he didn't desire any eavesdroppers. Tongue lolled along his ivory teeth, to seem as intimidating as he could; Not that his relatively large size wouldn't usually have that impression. "And what business do you... Kids... Have here?" He inquired, of course kids was used as an insulting remark, they hadn't obtained his respect so he wouldn't treat them as if they did.
Idolatry's intent stare was not wavered in any way when the crimson goliath spoke. In truth, himself and Zibah were not actually in their own packlands, nor did they have much of a remaining pack to defend anything which they chose to claim as their own, so there really was no fight to be dealt here, nor were the pair of couple's names in dire need to be exchanged. The second vocalization thrown at them, however, prodded at the heavenhound a little more so than the previous. Abrupt snort blasted forth, sending teardrop nares aquiver, apparently taken aback by the whole 'kids' comment. "In all honesty, myself and my packmate here are not 'kids' at all. We're fully grown adults." He stated sincerely. There was no sign whatsoever of harshness beheld within the silvery male, as pale optics continued to reguard the interesting pair avidly.
Outdoor plainly store at the two, listening to the words of the alphess. The dominant stachions that she took, meant that she was the head hancho here. Seeing the other look aline join into their part she grunted, nudging him back after here the opinion of them. " They are up to three now," She said in a considerably low tone so that only they could hear.Then watching the other one leave. She snickeres and looked at the two remaining, then hearing the relentless males voice. She sneered at him. "Really now?" She said siffering her fuzzy, yet leathery looking wings. She snorted right back at him. then Nuzzled her mates chest fur. " Me neither," she said to only him. " I take it that that girl over there owns you in rank. Cause you sure aren't stepping up like her," She said giggling.
Zibah blinked as they whispered to themselves, though, she didn't even try to hear them. First because as they were staring at her and her Beta, she knew they were talking about them, and in fact, Zi didn't really want to know their opinions. Second, because being curious like this was totally impolite, and having at least a little bit of respect for others, even if they were strangers, was an important trait of her personality. She simply smiled at them, sitting upon hindquarters, her tail curling around her elegantly. Dark lips parted as voice uttered from larynx once more. 'We're just wandering around.'
Darkside was not too satisfied with how the two were acting, especially the ashen male. He also did not approve of their little pedestal atop the stump; he preferred being at a same height as any, or higher. Not vice versa. Chills raced up his spine, in which his body responded through a shake. Of course, he was not too nice and would encourage himself to acknowledge the male's denial of being children, "Could have fooled me." He stated, grin spreading further upon his visage as single forepaw ascended to streak along his slight mohawk. Wanting a better view of the two, and not so far seperated, he took baby steps forwards. Then once again, fell to his rear end and stared in a sort of dumbfounded expression. Watching them. Oddly enough.
Idolatry quirked an invisable brow lightly upon the male's retorted statement. Apparently he was a thick-headed dolt, but Idol would not express his own negative opinion on the other male. He only looked to his Alphess and cooed in a soft undertone, "Perhaps it's best that we introduce ourselves first?" He suggested, dome canting off to one side. Quarts readjusted themselves beneath the cherub's form; musculature rendering the surfacing canvas to ripple over and glitter in an array of luminous pigmentations. Gaze turned back upon the pair. Though he was only second in command as Beta, Zibah had no mate, and thus it was Idol's duty to stand in the open position of authority, in aid to his Alphess. Dominance looked marvolous painted upon the luminous wolf, for the glittery hide and the pair of alabaster antlers seemed to create such a kingsly image, seated proudly and yet, not at all condescending. "I am Idolatry. Idol, if you wish." He offered willingly his dubbance to the pair, hoping Zibah and the rest would do the same.
Outdoor watched as her mate slowly slipped away from her comfort zone. So, to fix this ailment, she slipped up beside him. Looking to them. She's fought many pack before, and this bedraggled remains of a pack really didn't look to much of a challenge. It was almost fruitless to attack then. So she slowly took a breath and sat down. Her head held up high in dominance. She looked at the pair, the male of the duo was discussing with the alpha. Fixing her leggings she looked to him as he spoke. she readied herself for anything. Legs were limber and ready. the intro brought upon the notion that he hoped for negotiations. Knowing her mate wasn't the best at suck. She licked his maw. And grinned, " They wish for negotiations," She said silently to him. Looking to the other female. " I don't know, but then again, they don't look likje much of a challenge, meaning we have room to cut slack, but think it over," She said pondering. She was a bright wolf, and always had a clear inate thought process bustleing in her skull. She grinned and waited for the other female and her mate to make a move, before she would infact make one.
Zibah was proud her cherished packmate kept his own opinions to himself. Letting them know of whatever was going on his mind could result in a conflict she really didn't want to face. Not because she was lazy or afriad. Simply because she always thought those things could be fixed by talking, not by violence. Besides, she didn't want to follow the 'badass wolf' stereotype. She was plain indulgent and proud of it. Noticing it was time to introduce herself, she bowed her head slightly, voids shutting for a second or two. 'I am Zibah.'. She wanted to also give them a nickname they could use for short, but they didn't seem exactly the type of wolves that would use nicknames, specially for strangers. Silently, she kept it to herself.
{Idolatry had to go afk after this, and we all poofed back to the OOC}