Post by Idolatry on Dec 14, 2006 21:34:42 GMT -5
Date: 14/12/2006
Members present: Idolatry
Non-members present: Seamrog
Location: Woods of Ypres
Creature of both dark and light nature rest in the fallen blood-red petals of an odd tree found among these lands. Her coat was short on the back, yet long and wavy along her petite underside. Limbs were lengthy, robust with muscles and whatnot, yet they rest in an angelic cross before her. Snout was long, covered in a distinguishing tribal that ran across her entire bodice and glimmered from a spring green to a yellow-green. Liquids stared off into the distance ahead of her, sparkling the pond green they were, pupils changing from large to small as she focused her view in and out from boredom. She was a masterpiece, formed of hellion and angel, packed away in this ivory box of rainbow tribal decoration.
Idolatry padded along the topography upon which was expected, at this time of year, to be covered deep beneath the cold blanket of winter, but was actually still expressing it's vibrant spring pigments, accompanied by lush emerald foliage. Hmm, odd. No matter, the proud male set himself aside, sporting his plush winter attire of bright alabaster. With winter's crown well-grown in, alabaster antlers protruding from the pique of his skull and curving in upright, forked spears, he resembled a noble stag of Christmas. Flight appendages added to the marvolous scene, for the plume glittered in an array of luminous purple's and blue's, which also lined as stripes along the sir's sides. Magestic, and beholding the purest wolven lineage, Idol definitely stood out from the rest. Forward notion came to a halt, as bight silver voids fell upon a sleeping lass beneath the tree. Perhaps I should take back what was said prior. She was gorgeous, to say the least. Dozing off beneath the decending crimson petals, which were brought together with the bright markings along her alabaster pelt, creating the one thing that actually seemed to represent the coming holiday with red and green. Harks held alert and safely guarded by the towering, luminous structures; teardrop nares sent aquiver in attempts to pick up on the belle's aroma. What a wonderful scent she carried about her! Heavenhound was a definite reek, but another seemed to linger, hovering over the heavenly fragrance with a reek of hell itself. Harks twitched; baffled by the disagreeing scents. He moved nearer to her resting form; quarts lowering his posterior hellwards so that he may recline comfortabley upon his haunches, clearing his throat to perhaps stir the sleeping fae.
Seamrog's short coat shifted, tribal shimmering and fading away into a bright red that resembled fresh blood. Petals had struck her bodice and her mood had changed at the slightest sniff of a new scent. Her 'alarm' was raised, causing her colors to change dramatically. Being the chameleon creature she was, she was use to quick changes. Her coast flashed war, demonic horns sprouting from her cranium as a rattle-sounding clickering of her serpentine tongue was heard. Fallen angel rattled that split tongue of hers, turning slits in the brutes direction as she warned him first off that he was stepping too close to her. He stepped into her 'circle of trust'. "Can I help you?" She scowled, giving another rattle noise of her tongue as she watched him closely.
Idolatry's purple-toned harks pricked forth, startled by the obcene rattles emit from the female, and the sudden change in appearance. It was stunning, and yet quite beautiful. Idol could only stare back at her; facials expressing a piqued interest. Well, she got his attention, though it was doubtful that she'd wanted it - at least from a stranger. Alabaster spinal bristled, a chill sent through his luminous physique as he continued to reguard her with an avid, crystal gaze. "I'm sorry.. I- I didn't mean to startle you..." He cooed to the defensive femora; soft angelic tones echoed throughout his cherubic voice, emitting only sincerety, and no scence of hostility. Did a Heavenhound really even know true hostility? Caudal curled up, retreating to tap intently along his pale flank. He'd pondered stepping back a step, but hesitated, unable to really move; stuck in a trance-like state with the beautiful fae. "I'm Idol.." He stated softly, revealing his dubbance willingly, perhaps seeking friendship. "I'm no danger to you, dear."
Seamrog arched brow to angelic brujo, massive mitts being pulled back to fold under her rather large ribcage. Audits flicked back and flattened against her tiara as rims were drawn back and large ivories were flashed in his general direction. "Danger.." She huffed, giving cranium a toss as she gave a soft 'hmph'-like snort from her silver-gray nostrils.. "Everyone is a danger to someone." She tensed, giving a hard glare upon him and watching him over. "Isdola.. Hm.. Girl's name. .." She paused a short second, "Seamrog, but if you do not understand that meaning or can't seem to pronounce it correctly.. Take a look at my forehead and call me Clover." Arched brow relaxed, her square cranium turning to face the brute, showing the still green clover that swirled from spring green to yellowgreen and repeat. She's like a rainbow lavalamp with legs!
Idolatry's apex canted off to one side, the weight of the alabaster structures hindering the magnificent stage little with the musculature which had manifested itself tightly within boa; silvery gaze still watching the pretty faemme as she responded. A soft nod issued forth slowly, as cherubic voice replied, "I suppose this is true." Gaze shifted to look upon the emerald clover which rested in the middle of her complexion, "Clover.." He cooed in response, taking the 'nickname' into memory, though he'd also remind himself of her true name, which he was, in fact, able to pronounce. "I couldn't help but notice you.. Err.. I mean, there aren't very many Heavenhounds left...." He paused with the lingering assumption that she was, in fact, not pure Heavenhound at all. "Even hybrids, now days." He decided to add on sincerely, hoping the fae would be put a little more at ease with the continuing conversation.
Seamrog's coloring soothed into a golden hue, her demonic horns remaining seen upon her forehead. Grunt was heard to be emitted, whipcord dashing side to side as audits loosened up and slowly foated back up into an erect positioning. "Well.. Idollllla." She said, rolling the 'L' with the tips of her forked tongue, "I may be a hybrid of the two most odd breeds to find, but I must say that you not being intimidated by my appearance and actions has caused my brain to ache just ever so slightly." She churred, coat turning back to the normal two-toned greens as it swayed about like a lava lamp would when changing colors. "So, my dear. Why is it you decided to stop by? Curious of my abilities? .. My.. hellish appearance?"
Idolatry quirked an odd brow, as the lass vainly pronounced his name; the silly addition was obviously sarcasm. Perhaps her defences were still perked, and this is what was shown of her shell. Idol decided to let his name stand uncorrected, and continued on with the conversation. Still reguarding the female most avidly with those crystaline optics as she spoke some more; a look of consolement benighting his expression in his response. "I'm not one that is easily intimidated." He cooed softly back to her, sure that his response was a fact and not some silly 'front' in order to be 'cool with the ladies'. "I am the Beta of a pack for Heavenhounds, and hybrids. I can't very well help my Alphess in leading and protecting them if I am easily frightened, now can I?" He continued, "And besides. I prefer to understand that which is presented before me, not high-tail in fear." Wisdom evidently laced his words rather proudly, and yet not at all condescending. It was fact over fiction with him. Plume-washed sails ruffled lightly beneath the wind, readjusting themselves along the sir's dorsal as he himself grew even more content with his surroundings. Apex tipped to one side, complexion emitting a curious expression, "Then it's safe to assume that your 'hellish' appearance is rendered with Hellhound lineage?" He questioned in an even more avid tone of voice. Though the Hellhound was his complete opposite, it indeed did not mean that their allignment had to follow suit.
To be continued...
Members present: Idolatry
Non-members present: Seamrog
Location: Woods of Ypres
Creature of both dark and light nature rest in the fallen blood-red petals of an odd tree found among these lands. Her coat was short on the back, yet long and wavy along her petite underside. Limbs were lengthy, robust with muscles and whatnot, yet they rest in an angelic cross before her. Snout was long, covered in a distinguishing tribal that ran across her entire bodice and glimmered from a spring green to a yellow-green. Liquids stared off into the distance ahead of her, sparkling the pond green they were, pupils changing from large to small as she focused her view in and out from boredom. She was a masterpiece, formed of hellion and angel, packed away in this ivory box of rainbow tribal decoration.
Idolatry padded along the topography upon which was expected, at this time of year, to be covered deep beneath the cold blanket of winter, but was actually still expressing it's vibrant spring pigments, accompanied by lush emerald foliage. Hmm, odd. No matter, the proud male set himself aside, sporting his plush winter attire of bright alabaster. With winter's crown well-grown in, alabaster antlers protruding from the pique of his skull and curving in upright, forked spears, he resembled a noble stag of Christmas. Flight appendages added to the marvolous scene, for the plume glittered in an array of luminous purple's and blue's, which also lined as stripes along the sir's sides. Magestic, and beholding the purest wolven lineage, Idol definitely stood out from the rest. Forward notion came to a halt, as bight silver voids fell upon a sleeping lass beneath the tree. Perhaps I should take back what was said prior. She was gorgeous, to say the least. Dozing off beneath the decending crimson petals, which were brought together with the bright markings along her alabaster pelt, creating the one thing that actually seemed to represent the coming holiday with red and green. Harks held alert and safely guarded by the towering, luminous structures; teardrop nares sent aquiver in attempts to pick up on the belle's aroma. What a wonderful scent she carried about her! Heavenhound was a definite reek, but another seemed to linger, hovering over the heavenly fragrance with a reek of hell itself. Harks twitched; baffled by the disagreeing scents. He moved nearer to her resting form; quarts lowering his posterior hellwards so that he may recline comfortabley upon his haunches, clearing his throat to perhaps stir the sleeping fae.
Seamrog's short coat shifted, tribal shimmering and fading away into a bright red that resembled fresh blood. Petals had struck her bodice and her mood had changed at the slightest sniff of a new scent. Her 'alarm' was raised, causing her colors to change dramatically. Being the chameleon creature she was, she was use to quick changes. Her coast flashed war, demonic horns sprouting from her cranium as a rattle-sounding clickering of her serpentine tongue was heard. Fallen angel rattled that split tongue of hers, turning slits in the brutes direction as she warned him first off that he was stepping too close to her. He stepped into her 'circle of trust'. "Can I help you?" She scowled, giving another rattle noise of her tongue as she watched him closely.
Idolatry's purple-toned harks pricked forth, startled by the obcene rattles emit from the female, and the sudden change in appearance. It was stunning, and yet quite beautiful. Idol could only stare back at her; facials expressing a piqued interest. Well, she got his attention, though it was doubtful that she'd wanted it - at least from a stranger. Alabaster spinal bristled, a chill sent through his luminous physique as he continued to reguard her with an avid, crystal gaze. "I'm sorry.. I- I didn't mean to startle you..." He cooed to the defensive femora; soft angelic tones echoed throughout his cherubic voice, emitting only sincerety, and no scence of hostility. Did a Heavenhound really even know true hostility? Caudal curled up, retreating to tap intently along his pale flank. He'd pondered stepping back a step, but hesitated, unable to really move; stuck in a trance-like state with the beautiful fae. "I'm Idol.." He stated softly, revealing his dubbance willingly, perhaps seeking friendship. "I'm no danger to you, dear."
Seamrog arched brow to angelic brujo, massive mitts being pulled back to fold under her rather large ribcage. Audits flicked back and flattened against her tiara as rims were drawn back and large ivories were flashed in his general direction. "Danger.." She huffed, giving cranium a toss as she gave a soft 'hmph'-like snort from her silver-gray nostrils.. "Everyone is a danger to someone." She tensed, giving a hard glare upon him and watching him over. "Isdola.. Hm.. Girl's name. .." She paused a short second, "Seamrog, but if you do not understand that meaning or can't seem to pronounce it correctly.. Take a look at my forehead and call me Clover." Arched brow relaxed, her square cranium turning to face the brute, showing the still green clover that swirled from spring green to yellowgreen and repeat. She's like a rainbow lavalamp with legs!
Idolatry's apex canted off to one side, the weight of the alabaster structures hindering the magnificent stage little with the musculature which had manifested itself tightly within boa; silvery gaze still watching the pretty faemme as she responded. A soft nod issued forth slowly, as cherubic voice replied, "I suppose this is true." Gaze shifted to look upon the emerald clover which rested in the middle of her complexion, "Clover.." He cooed in response, taking the 'nickname' into memory, though he'd also remind himself of her true name, which he was, in fact, able to pronounce. "I couldn't help but notice you.. Err.. I mean, there aren't very many Heavenhounds left...." He paused with the lingering assumption that she was, in fact, not pure Heavenhound at all. "Even hybrids, now days." He decided to add on sincerely, hoping the fae would be put a little more at ease with the continuing conversation.
Seamrog's coloring soothed into a golden hue, her demonic horns remaining seen upon her forehead. Grunt was heard to be emitted, whipcord dashing side to side as audits loosened up and slowly foated back up into an erect positioning. "Well.. Idollllla." She said, rolling the 'L' with the tips of her forked tongue, "I may be a hybrid of the two most odd breeds to find, but I must say that you not being intimidated by my appearance and actions has caused my brain to ache just ever so slightly." She churred, coat turning back to the normal two-toned greens as it swayed about like a lava lamp would when changing colors. "So, my dear. Why is it you decided to stop by? Curious of my abilities? .. My.. hellish appearance?"
Idolatry quirked an odd brow, as the lass vainly pronounced his name; the silly addition was obviously sarcasm. Perhaps her defences were still perked, and this is what was shown of her shell. Idol decided to let his name stand uncorrected, and continued on with the conversation. Still reguarding the female most avidly with those crystaline optics as she spoke some more; a look of consolement benighting his expression in his response. "I'm not one that is easily intimidated." He cooed softly back to her, sure that his response was a fact and not some silly 'front' in order to be 'cool with the ladies'. "I am the Beta of a pack for Heavenhounds, and hybrids. I can't very well help my Alphess in leading and protecting them if I am easily frightened, now can I?" He continued, "And besides. I prefer to understand that which is presented before me, not high-tail in fear." Wisdom evidently laced his words rather proudly, and yet not at all condescending. It was fact over fiction with him. Plume-washed sails ruffled lightly beneath the wind, readjusting themselves along the sir's dorsal as he himself grew even more content with his surroundings. Apex tipped to one side, complexion emitting a curious expression, "Then it's safe to assume that your 'hellish' appearance is rendered with Hellhound lineage?" He questioned in an even more avid tone of voice. Though the Hellhound was his complete opposite, it indeed did not mean that their allignment had to follow suit.
To be continued...