Post by Idolatry on Dec 15, 2006 16:11:09 GMT -5
Date: 15/12/2006
Members present: Idolatry, Rasue, Storyline, Zibah, and Persilla
Non-members present: Seamrog
Location: Woods of Ypres
Idolatry dozed off beneath a monserous oak; his sleeping form of alabaster contrasting among the unblanketed hearth, which still presented a lush, emerald atmosphere, rather than the powdery, white blanket which was expected during this time of year. With foreflints crossed daintily over one another, the sleeping cherub rest his jaw opon them; the forked, luminous structures upon his crown providing protection from any that might have missed his vibrant hues and simply stepped on his head in his sleep, not to mention the beauty which they were so good at providing for his already angelic appearance. Plume-washed sails had folded neatly, and comfortabley along the sir's dorsal, as multi-toned caudal did an occational jutted motion at his posterior end - an obvious act of abscent mindedness in his torpor.
Bleached coat stood out from the green-colored lush. Washed out wine and rose striped from her eyes to her hindlimbs. Pink ears twitched about from noises made from the three others near her - but as she was, she tried to stay as silent as possible, not making a single sound besides her breathing. Golden eyes stared the other way from the others, possibly do depressed to even talk. She huffed and twtched about, moving to a more... clearer place, the ferns were really giving her a itchy nose. After there, she'd sit her ass right back down again, just... thinking once more.
Angelic figure of the heavenhound padded through the lands she barely knew, for it wasn't her home. Padders of a clear tone of tart moved gracefully, as Rasue managed to inhalate the many scents around the place. Her long pinnaes were held upon cranial structure, attentive to the sounds of any species around her structure. Her chase was after her father's perfum. He wasn't distant. Finally! There he was, laid under the tree. There was someone next to him. Rasue quickly managed to inhalate her perfum. A low growl left from her deep vocals, through her half-opened dial. "Father." She said, suddenly, climbing on a stump and sitting. A hesitating bow was directed tohim, showing respect for her father, and Beta. Still, she held her caudal appendage up, as well as her auditors. Her gazers hunt the figure laid a few steps from her form. Silence.
Seamrog's figure appeared across the horizon, lava-lamp design swaying from spring green to the green yellow and back again. Her whipcord was meadium length, just border lining between a normal wolves with the hybrid she was. Pastel pinnaes perked forth, silvered nostrils flaring and taking in the scent of a familiar one. His ivory and violet hued bodice resting just under a large oak tree that just so happened to be in her path. Pond hued sphericals narrowed in upon the brujo, her rump giving a playful hop as she strut her stuff over his way. Cranium was seen decored with two odd objects not usually seen on such an angelic breed... A pair of crimson horns that curved upwards. Upon noticing the other faes, her coat soon toned down into a shimmering golden tone, her warning flag flying off as she side glanced the duo, before resting her large frame 'pjust beside Idola.
Idolatry had literally only just slipped off into a light sleep when he was suddenly shot back to awareness; boa whipping apex up at an incredible speed, for crystaline gaze to find it's way upon the one whom spoke his name. It took a moment or so to clue in, as he cast a sideways leer at the other ashen faem whom lingered near, both reeking of Aldora fragrance. Silver pools narrowed, attention quickly brought back upon the chocolate-toned lass seated upright, and gazing back at him. "Rasue?" The name seemed to slip out of his mouth before he even really knew it was his beloved firstborn. Fores uncrossed and pressed down on the hearth, raising his anterior heavenwards so that he may recline comfortabley upon his haunches. For the moment he was speachless. He hadn't seen either of his pups, nor his ex-mate, Jaqi, since they were just pups. He looked upon her with wonder and amazement. She'd turned out to be such a gorgeous lass; a proud father he was, indeed, but with much regret. "I... I'm sorry..." It was the only thing he could think to utter, for he himself had disappeared along with the rest of the pack for such a long time, and because of this, he'd missed out on much of her growing up. Harks pressed back, hiding behind the duo of alabaster antlers, which were fully grown in with his winter attire. Attention soon switched over, as a new arrival made her entrance. A brief smile graced his features, as a nod was issued in cinque to Seamrog. Well, this was indeed an interesting gathering. Not much attention was given to the hiding fae for the present moment, for he was much more focussed on his long lost spawn. As Seamrog's peltage churned and sent in an array from green to a warning golden, he jumped to make introductions firstly. "Ah, Seamrog. This is my daughter, Rasue. Rasue, this is a friend of mine, Seamrog." Gaze then shifted to the ashen lass whom hid herself so well, just leering off into space. He would have liked to introduce everyone, but he hadn't had the pleasantries of even meeting this member. He'd assumed Zibah must have recruited her while he was away. Hoping she would look in their general direction so that he may include her in the conversation as well.
Storyline shifted herself into a clearing, hopefully to be noticed or not - she'd most likely just shy out of a conversation. Pink ears twitched, her mouth stayed shut. Patches of fur would be falling off her skinny form, her skin clung to her ribs. Ah, the many effects of depression. Despite her heavenhound blood, she'd look like a hellhound at first glance.
Rasue's gazers would continue upon the stranger's figure. She was a pure heavenhound. Why was she behaving like this? She was between her breed. But, soon her attention would be placed upon her father, the one she hasn't seen for longer than anyone would want. "There is no need to apologize, father."She would say, a feminite elegant tone of voice escaping from her half-opened vocals. Her face held a kind expression, as she studied her father's figure. He was so elegant... Those deer antlers gave him such an elegant air. The heavenly creature jumped from the stump, and walked into her father's direction. A warm caress was offered to his neck. "Missed you, father." She would say, whispering to him in a soft tone. The presence of the other, a hybrid, was noticed once again. In Rasue's thoughts, she was her parent's friend. And she really was. The introdutions were made. "You're a hybrid, right? I just can say it by your scent." She would say, not liking the idea of he father having a hybrid friend. Althought, Rasue wouldn't show that in anyway. "Nice to meet you." She would say, being as kind as she was taught. Rasue sat, in a dominant manner over the stranger, Seamrog. But, her dominance was obviously under Idol's. It was just... Ras' personality.
Seamrog's frame twisted and gave a slow rise up to meet the chocolate fae's stare. She sized herself up to the other, noticing that she was quite larger than what she would end up being in the next year or so. Being the age that she was, Seam pretty much knew all about those stuck up purebreds thinking they could look down upon hybrids like herself, but Sea wasn't going to take that treatment. She didn't take it when she was a whelp, why should she start now? Aged at nearly 84 years, she was still young for her kind, but who knew how longer she had in her lifetime. "Why, of course I am a hybrid.. Does it suprise you that my father sprouted from hell itself?" Ivory tusk gave a flsh, pink rims pulling back as she sneered to the much younger female. She didn't care much for kids, hence why she never mated with any male to hhave those rodents. Much like her sister, Reishae, she was waiting for the one to come along and give her the pleasent thoughts of settling down and having some offspring. Though most males didn't like the fact that she was a hybrid.
Idolatry accepted the carress, as he too gave a little nudge into her crimson scruff; teardrop nares inhaling that long lost aroma which reeked of wonderful things. Pulling back into his own space with silvery voids reguarding his daughter kindly with a sort of avidness. Another nod issued forth, "And I missed you too, Ras.. You have no idea." As the pair before him began to converse between eachother, he looked between the duo momentarily before his thoughts rolled back onto the silent, ashen lass. She'd moved to a spot which was presented in the open, perhaps hoping to get noticed by anyone. The strong silent type. "Hey there. I don't think we've been introduced before... No doubt you're with us, no?" Of course 'with us' meant 'in Aldora'. Caudal gave a smooth waver, casting an array of glittering alabaster and the pair of luminous purple and azure, pleased to meet more members.
Storyline's pink ears perked up, twitching. She gave a simple nod, for she wasn't the one to talk unless she really knew someone. Golden eyes scanned the chocolate and two white canines, she couldn't tell heads or tails if they were friendly or not, so just stayed away. She'd give a huff and started to mumble a lalluby her mother used to sing to her as a pup - but that was long ago... her mother most likely dead along with her father. She'd wence a slight bit, holding back some emotions she always held back. Lonely she was, lonely as a rock.
Auditors would perk up at the other's emit. A false smile would lay upon her dial, as her mask expression changed. How dare she talk like that? Rasue would try her best so this coversation wouldn't end up in a fight. It was the last thing she wanted now that she has finally found her beloved father again. She looked at Seamrog, and parted her jaw to release a calm phrase. "Actually... No, I don't like the fact that you are a hybrid. But despite of that, I'm trying to be kind with you, in my father's respect. Why don't you just settle yourself down for a moment and try to be respectful sometimes, even if it isn't of your unpure nature?" she would say, looking into the other's gazers. Caudal appendage would elegantly move behind her corpse, as she barely blinked at the alabaster fae. Looking over her shoulder, Ras would notice that the ashen female had moved. A kind smile was offered to her, followed by a nod of greeting. "It's good to know that you're one of us."she said, in a low tone. But she didn't kept herself to the fae much longer. Her penetrating silver oculars searched for Seamrog's structure once more, as Rasue kept staring at her, waiting for an asnwer.
Seamrog's crimson demonic horns gave a slow inch outwards from her skull, cruling inwards as a smirk crossed her pink ivories, tusks glistening in a thin coating of saliva. "Just think.... I could have chose to lean towards my dark side.. and then what would have become of me?" Cranium bowed, female lowering back down onto the soft, yet crisp grass blades that rest under the powerful oak tree. "Excuse me now.. I need rest for the coming night."
Dominant stance was taken as the alphess strode elegantly into the territory. Orbs of crimson scanned the distance frantically, an invisible brow quirking. This place was no more familiar to her, and it seemed to change a lot in the blink of an eye. Eventually, she managed to shrug it off, now having something else in her mind. Her packmates. Onyx nares filled with their scents, and she took them in pleasantly. It was always nice to know they were around, of course. Temptress inhaled even more as she attempted to find them, her lips spreading in a delighted grin. Finally, as her gaze met four silhouettes in the distance, she shifted closer, passing by them in the most pure and deadly silence. Leaping on the fallen stump, the female of godlike features sat upon haunches, tail lifeless by her side. "Hello there, everyone.", she said bowing her head, giving them the formal salutations. Voids fell upon the sleepy figure of another shewolf. She could not recognize her, unfortunately. "And who is that?", she whispered, careful not to wake the stranger up.
Idolatry waited vainly for a response from the ashen lass, and when it didn't come, he looked back to the pair before himself. Shifting uneasily as tension grew between his beloved daughter, and his newfound acquaintance. Attention first benighted itself upon Rasue, a fatherly tone settling into his cherubic vocals, "Now Rasue... You should try to be more open-minded about others that aren't exactly like you." Brow furrowed lightly, then softened. He could hardly scold his daughter at the present, having not seen her for at least a couple years, but he definitely didn't want the pair to break out into a quarrel. Blackened brims pursed as Seam's rebuffed remark came into play, frustrated that neither seemed to want to be mature of the matter. A brief sigh escaped his vocals as Seam retorted verbally, then fell fast asleep. At least there would be no fight. Not now. Silver gaze fell back upon his daughter, briefly casting a silent glance at the gray femora, whom continued to keep as silent as ever. Attention was then shot into a whole new direction, as Zibah made her heavenly entrance. Noble nod issued forth, hailing the Alphess formally, "Hello, Zi." He cooed back to her; angelic melodies lacing the pair of words, and dancing off the tip of his tongue.
Storyline looked down on the ground, just staring. Nasils filled with one she knew, and thankgod! She was about to kill herself with all these unknowns. "Zibah!" she gleeded, sorda... whispering her 'glee' in a way, not to wake the 'lavalamp' up. She crawled over to Zi and placed a lick on her nasil, happy to see her.
Rasue sighed as the alabaster female laid down to sleep. Rasue would not fight her. She opened her jaw and let some words come over. "Good rest.", she said to the other, in a low tone of voice. Yes, Rasue was kind, but she is the kind of heavenhound that hate hellhounds. And for that she doesn't like hybrids. Ignoring the sleeping presence, Ras would tur herself completely to her father. "I'm sorry, father. I just can't stand this breed. I'm not all friendly with the one that aren't my kind, except for normal wolves, of course." she would respond to her father, in a respectful tone. Oce more, someone took her attention. Zibah! Rasue looked at the Alphess and smiled. "Salutations, Zi.",she would say, kindly. A respecful nod was directed to Ziih, just before Rasue could stand up and sit right next to her fater, facing the hevenly alphess.
Pride gathered and instinctively Per had trailed in their steps, nose taking her to a small assembly of Heavenhounds; though, one was a bit different. It soon enveloped her senses and, rudely, she'd gawk at the enticing patterns among the cross-breed. Persilla startled as a fellow mate bounced up to their Alpha, blocking her gaze from the sleeping wolf. Skull rose, mint ears lowered, and her coral gaze grew in subtle submission. "Zibah." She'd speak in a chocolately tone; sweet and relaxed. She'd give a courtesy in absolute respect, holding the pose for a moment, and then looked up to the divine ruler with care.
Zibah caught a certain tension in the atmosphere between her companions. Bitch frowned, her face no more holding that kind expression she insisted to keep when among the ones she cared. 'So, who's going to tell me what was going on before I got here? I can tell you guys are tense.', she said in a rather harsh tone, her wings enfolding her feminine outline in such a graceful way a stranger would think she was a real angel. Although, deep inside, the temptress was no angel at all. Before returning to her duties as alphess, Zibah took the experience of living as a loner. It taught her not to be so soft, even though most seemed to love her specially for her polite manners and friendly personality. No, she was not a grumpy old hag, but anybody who knew her before going lonely could tell how much she had changed. "Storyline, Persilla.", she greeted, sounding nonchalant. "Pleased to see you both again."
Idolatry watched as his daughter left to her own business; he suspected hunting, since it was supper time. Fores lowered his form smoothly to the hearth, resorting back to the previous position he'd held before anyone had even arrived. Apex held high, still acknowleging all that were around him in silence, just looking over the new faces, and the familiar ones, with an occational glance downwards at the pretty faemme whom seemed so awkward towards the others, and yet not to him. Could it be that he was the only one who could see past mere lineage? Things one couldn't even do anything about, because they were given that at birth? No matter, he'd hoped that soon the rest of Aldora would be accepting to her, and perhaps even allow her to run alongside as a proud member. He'd always hoped for the best for anyone... Even his enemies, oddly enough.
Everyone was leaving? It was odd, yes. Per soon watched as another packmate fell asleep in front of the Matriarch, and soon the heavenhound's eyes filled will wonder. Coral paws splayed as talons extracted from their sheaths and punctured the earth's chilled crust, anchoring to pull the rest of the fem's sinewy mass to its fours. Persilla would shake her pelage, glistening as it was at its peak in fine winter condition. Each hair in place. Per gave a subtle guttural grunt, sitting back down in her designated spot. As the Alpha Female turned towards her, per's chest thumped with anxiety. It was now or never when the two would gain a face-to-face talk. But, with fine-tuned manners, she'd wait for her superior to gain the first word. Another half-ass bow was given for direct respect.
Zibah watched in silence as her packmates slowly vanished, one by one. Rasue was first, off to hunt or at least that was what she and Idol deduced. Then Idol himself had to take his leave. Beta duties, she thought, proudly. Storyline strode off to get some sleep, apparently. She found it kind of rude to leave your alphess without a decent explanation, but this time she would let it go. Pair of crimson voids shifted instantly to Persilla, once they were left alone in the middle of the forest. 'How are you feeling today?', she asked calmly, trying to start a friendly conversation with the newcomer.
Persilla grinned rather vaguely, tri-hued tail coiling about her fuchsia hindleg. Bandit's mask glittered as the dull sun hit upon it, its last rays being soaked up. "Oh, quite well, Zibah. It's rather nice out, eh? Can't wait for the snow, though." She honestly had nothing more to say- she'd like to speak out about her rank, though it would be a foolish task. Being unranked was lower than being a scapegoat. She'd swallow the thought and roll her chamgane and lime fused shoulder blades, the cartilage making subtle grinds. "And yourself? Quite nice to lead the last of the Heavenhounds?" She'd snicker softly, self-conscious about her words, even though they sort of fell off of her tongue. Pity, as she wasn't the best as conversing.
zibah's note: everyone had to afk or leave after this.
Members present: Idolatry, Rasue, Storyline, Zibah, and Persilla
Non-members present: Seamrog
Location: Woods of Ypres
Idolatry dozed off beneath a monserous oak; his sleeping form of alabaster contrasting among the unblanketed hearth, which still presented a lush, emerald atmosphere, rather than the powdery, white blanket which was expected during this time of year. With foreflints crossed daintily over one another, the sleeping cherub rest his jaw opon them; the forked, luminous structures upon his crown providing protection from any that might have missed his vibrant hues and simply stepped on his head in his sleep, not to mention the beauty which they were so good at providing for his already angelic appearance. Plume-washed sails had folded neatly, and comfortabley along the sir's dorsal, as multi-toned caudal did an occational jutted motion at his posterior end - an obvious act of abscent mindedness in his torpor.
Bleached coat stood out from the green-colored lush. Washed out wine and rose striped from her eyes to her hindlimbs. Pink ears twitched about from noises made from the three others near her - but as she was, she tried to stay as silent as possible, not making a single sound besides her breathing. Golden eyes stared the other way from the others, possibly do depressed to even talk. She huffed and twtched about, moving to a more... clearer place, the ferns were really giving her a itchy nose. After there, she'd sit her ass right back down again, just... thinking once more.
Angelic figure of the heavenhound padded through the lands she barely knew, for it wasn't her home. Padders of a clear tone of tart moved gracefully, as Rasue managed to inhalate the many scents around the place. Her long pinnaes were held upon cranial structure, attentive to the sounds of any species around her structure. Her chase was after her father's perfum. He wasn't distant. Finally! There he was, laid under the tree. There was someone next to him. Rasue quickly managed to inhalate her perfum. A low growl left from her deep vocals, through her half-opened dial. "Father." She said, suddenly, climbing on a stump and sitting. A hesitating bow was directed tohim, showing respect for her father, and Beta. Still, she held her caudal appendage up, as well as her auditors. Her gazers hunt the figure laid a few steps from her form. Silence.
Seamrog's figure appeared across the horizon, lava-lamp design swaying from spring green to the green yellow and back again. Her whipcord was meadium length, just border lining between a normal wolves with the hybrid she was. Pastel pinnaes perked forth, silvered nostrils flaring and taking in the scent of a familiar one. His ivory and violet hued bodice resting just under a large oak tree that just so happened to be in her path. Pond hued sphericals narrowed in upon the brujo, her rump giving a playful hop as she strut her stuff over his way. Cranium was seen decored with two odd objects not usually seen on such an angelic breed... A pair of crimson horns that curved upwards. Upon noticing the other faes, her coat soon toned down into a shimmering golden tone, her warning flag flying off as she side glanced the duo, before resting her large frame 'pjust beside Idola.
Idolatry had literally only just slipped off into a light sleep when he was suddenly shot back to awareness; boa whipping apex up at an incredible speed, for crystaline gaze to find it's way upon the one whom spoke his name. It took a moment or so to clue in, as he cast a sideways leer at the other ashen faem whom lingered near, both reeking of Aldora fragrance. Silver pools narrowed, attention quickly brought back upon the chocolate-toned lass seated upright, and gazing back at him. "Rasue?" The name seemed to slip out of his mouth before he even really knew it was his beloved firstborn. Fores uncrossed and pressed down on the hearth, raising his anterior heavenwards so that he may recline comfortabley upon his haunches. For the moment he was speachless. He hadn't seen either of his pups, nor his ex-mate, Jaqi, since they were just pups. He looked upon her with wonder and amazement. She'd turned out to be such a gorgeous lass; a proud father he was, indeed, but with much regret. "I... I'm sorry..." It was the only thing he could think to utter, for he himself had disappeared along with the rest of the pack for such a long time, and because of this, he'd missed out on much of her growing up. Harks pressed back, hiding behind the duo of alabaster antlers, which were fully grown in with his winter attire. Attention soon switched over, as a new arrival made her entrance. A brief smile graced his features, as a nod was issued in cinque to Seamrog. Well, this was indeed an interesting gathering. Not much attention was given to the hiding fae for the present moment, for he was much more focussed on his long lost spawn. As Seamrog's peltage churned and sent in an array from green to a warning golden, he jumped to make introductions firstly. "Ah, Seamrog. This is my daughter, Rasue. Rasue, this is a friend of mine, Seamrog." Gaze then shifted to the ashen lass whom hid herself so well, just leering off into space. He would have liked to introduce everyone, but he hadn't had the pleasantries of even meeting this member. He'd assumed Zibah must have recruited her while he was away. Hoping she would look in their general direction so that he may include her in the conversation as well.
Storyline shifted herself into a clearing, hopefully to be noticed or not - she'd most likely just shy out of a conversation. Pink ears twitched, her mouth stayed shut. Patches of fur would be falling off her skinny form, her skin clung to her ribs. Ah, the many effects of depression. Despite her heavenhound blood, she'd look like a hellhound at first glance.
Rasue's gazers would continue upon the stranger's figure. She was a pure heavenhound. Why was she behaving like this? She was between her breed. But, soon her attention would be placed upon her father, the one she hasn't seen for longer than anyone would want. "There is no need to apologize, father."She would say, a feminite elegant tone of voice escaping from her half-opened vocals. Her face held a kind expression, as she studied her father's figure. He was so elegant... Those deer antlers gave him such an elegant air. The heavenly creature jumped from the stump, and walked into her father's direction. A warm caress was offered to his neck. "Missed you, father." She would say, whispering to him in a soft tone. The presence of the other, a hybrid, was noticed once again. In Rasue's thoughts, she was her parent's friend. And she really was. The introdutions were made. "You're a hybrid, right? I just can say it by your scent." She would say, not liking the idea of he father having a hybrid friend. Althought, Rasue wouldn't show that in anyway. "Nice to meet you." She would say, being as kind as she was taught. Rasue sat, in a dominant manner over the stranger, Seamrog. But, her dominance was obviously under Idol's. It was just... Ras' personality.
Seamrog's frame twisted and gave a slow rise up to meet the chocolate fae's stare. She sized herself up to the other, noticing that she was quite larger than what she would end up being in the next year or so. Being the age that she was, Seam pretty much knew all about those stuck up purebreds thinking they could look down upon hybrids like herself, but Sea wasn't going to take that treatment. She didn't take it when she was a whelp, why should she start now? Aged at nearly 84 years, she was still young for her kind, but who knew how longer she had in her lifetime. "Why, of course I am a hybrid.. Does it suprise you that my father sprouted from hell itself?" Ivory tusk gave a flsh, pink rims pulling back as she sneered to the much younger female. She didn't care much for kids, hence why she never mated with any male to hhave those rodents. Much like her sister, Reishae, she was waiting for the one to come along and give her the pleasent thoughts of settling down and having some offspring. Though most males didn't like the fact that she was a hybrid.
Idolatry accepted the carress, as he too gave a little nudge into her crimson scruff; teardrop nares inhaling that long lost aroma which reeked of wonderful things. Pulling back into his own space with silvery voids reguarding his daughter kindly with a sort of avidness. Another nod issued forth, "And I missed you too, Ras.. You have no idea." As the pair before him began to converse between eachother, he looked between the duo momentarily before his thoughts rolled back onto the silent, ashen lass. She'd moved to a spot which was presented in the open, perhaps hoping to get noticed by anyone. The strong silent type. "Hey there. I don't think we've been introduced before... No doubt you're with us, no?" Of course 'with us' meant 'in Aldora'. Caudal gave a smooth waver, casting an array of glittering alabaster and the pair of luminous purple and azure, pleased to meet more members.
Storyline's pink ears perked up, twitching. She gave a simple nod, for she wasn't the one to talk unless she really knew someone. Golden eyes scanned the chocolate and two white canines, she couldn't tell heads or tails if they were friendly or not, so just stayed away. She'd give a huff and started to mumble a lalluby her mother used to sing to her as a pup - but that was long ago... her mother most likely dead along with her father. She'd wence a slight bit, holding back some emotions she always held back. Lonely she was, lonely as a rock.
Auditors would perk up at the other's emit. A false smile would lay upon her dial, as her mask expression changed. How dare she talk like that? Rasue would try her best so this coversation wouldn't end up in a fight. It was the last thing she wanted now that she has finally found her beloved father again. She looked at Seamrog, and parted her jaw to release a calm phrase. "Actually... No, I don't like the fact that you are a hybrid. But despite of that, I'm trying to be kind with you, in my father's respect. Why don't you just settle yourself down for a moment and try to be respectful sometimes, even if it isn't of your unpure nature?" she would say, looking into the other's gazers. Caudal appendage would elegantly move behind her corpse, as she barely blinked at the alabaster fae. Looking over her shoulder, Ras would notice that the ashen female had moved. A kind smile was offered to her, followed by a nod of greeting. "It's good to know that you're one of us."she said, in a low tone. But she didn't kept herself to the fae much longer. Her penetrating silver oculars searched for Seamrog's structure once more, as Rasue kept staring at her, waiting for an asnwer.
Seamrog's crimson demonic horns gave a slow inch outwards from her skull, cruling inwards as a smirk crossed her pink ivories, tusks glistening in a thin coating of saliva. "Just think.... I could have chose to lean towards my dark side.. and then what would have become of me?" Cranium bowed, female lowering back down onto the soft, yet crisp grass blades that rest under the powerful oak tree. "Excuse me now.. I need rest for the coming night."
Dominant stance was taken as the alphess strode elegantly into the territory. Orbs of crimson scanned the distance frantically, an invisible brow quirking. This place was no more familiar to her, and it seemed to change a lot in the blink of an eye. Eventually, she managed to shrug it off, now having something else in her mind. Her packmates. Onyx nares filled with their scents, and she took them in pleasantly. It was always nice to know they were around, of course. Temptress inhaled even more as she attempted to find them, her lips spreading in a delighted grin. Finally, as her gaze met four silhouettes in the distance, she shifted closer, passing by them in the most pure and deadly silence. Leaping on the fallen stump, the female of godlike features sat upon haunches, tail lifeless by her side. "Hello there, everyone.", she said bowing her head, giving them the formal salutations. Voids fell upon the sleepy figure of another shewolf. She could not recognize her, unfortunately. "And who is that?", she whispered, careful not to wake the stranger up.
Idolatry waited vainly for a response from the ashen lass, and when it didn't come, he looked back to the pair before himself. Shifting uneasily as tension grew between his beloved daughter, and his newfound acquaintance. Attention first benighted itself upon Rasue, a fatherly tone settling into his cherubic vocals, "Now Rasue... You should try to be more open-minded about others that aren't exactly like you." Brow furrowed lightly, then softened. He could hardly scold his daughter at the present, having not seen her for at least a couple years, but he definitely didn't want the pair to break out into a quarrel. Blackened brims pursed as Seam's rebuffed remark came into play, frustrated that neither seemed to want to be mature of the matter. A brief sigh escaped his vocals as Seam retorted verbally, then fell fast asleep. At least there would be no fight. Not now. Silver gaze fell back upon his daughter, briefly casting a silent glance at the gray femora, whom continued to keep as silent as ever. Attention was then shot into a whole new direction, as Zibah made her heavenly entrance. Noble nod issued forth, hailing the Alphess formally, "Hello, Zi." He cooed back to her; angelic melodies lacing the pair of words, and dancing off the tip of his tongue.
Storyline looked down on the ground, just staring. Nasils filled with one she knew, and thankgod! She was about to kill herself with all these unknowns. "Zibah!" she gleeded, sorda... whispering her 'glee' in a way, not to wake the 'lavalamp' up. She crawled over to Zi and placed a lick on her nasil, happy to see her.
Rasue sighed as the alabaster female laid down to sleep. Rasue would not fight her. She opened her jaw and let some words come over. "Good rest.", she said to the other, in a low tone of voice. Yes, Rasue was kind, but she is the kind of heavenhound that hate hellhounds. And for that she doesn't like hybrids. Ignoring the sleeping presence, Ras would tur herself completely to her father. "I'm sorry, father. I just can't stand this breed. I'm not all friendly with the one that aren't my kind, except for normal wolves, of course." she would respond to her father, in a respectful tone. Oce more, someone took her attention. Zibah! Rasue looked at the Alphess and smiled. "Salutations, Zi.",she would say, kindly. A respecful nod was directed to Ziih, just before Rasue could stand up and sit right next to her fater, facing the hevenly alphess.
Pride gathered and instinctively Per had trailed in their steps, nose taking her to a small assembly of Heavenhounds; though, one was a bit different. It soon enveloped her senses and, rudely, she'd gawk at the enticing patterns among the cross-breed. Persilla startled as a fellow mate bounced up to their Alpha, blocking her gaze from the sleeping wolf. Skull rose, mint ears lowered, and her coral gaze grew in subtle submission. "Zibah." She'd speak in a chocolately tone; sweet and relaxed. She'd give a courtesy in absolute respect, holding the pose for a moment, and then looked up to the divine ruler with care.
Zibah caught a certain tension in the atmosphere between her companions. Bitch frowned, her face no more holding that kind expression she insisted to keep when among the ones she cared. 'So, who's going to tell me what was going on before I got here? I can tell you guys are tense.', she said in a rather harsh tone, her wings enfolding her feminine outline in such a graceful way a stranger would think she was a real angel. Although, deep inside, the temptress was no angel at all. Before returning to her duties as alphess, Zibah took the experience of living as a loner. It taught her not to be so soft, even though most seemed to love her specially for her polite manners and friendly personality. No, she was not a grumpy old hag, but anybody who knew her before going lonely could tell how much she had changed. "Storyline, Persilla.", she greeted, sounding nonchalant. "Pleased to see you both again."
Idolatry watched as his daughter left to her own business; he suspected hunting, since it was supper time. Fores lowered his form smoothly to the hearth, resorting back to the previous position he'd held before anyone had even arrived. Apex held high, still acknowleging all that were around him in silence, just looking over the new faces, and the familiar ones, with an occational glance downwards at the pretty faemme whom seemed so awkward towards the others, and yet not to him. Could it be that he was the only one who could see past mere lineage? Things one couldn't even do anything about, because they were given that at birth? No matter, he'd hoped that soon the rest of Aldora would be accepting to her, and perhaps even allow her to run alongside as a proud member. He'd always hoped for the best for anyone... Even his enemies, oddly enough.
Everyone was leaving? It was odd, yes. Per soon watched as another packmate fell asleep in front of the Matriarch, and soon the heavenhound's eyes filled will wonder. Coral paws splayed as talons extracted from their sheaths and punctured the earth's chilled crust, anchoring to pull the rest of the fem's sinewy mass to its fours. Persilla would shake her pelage, glistening as it was at its peak in fine winter condition. Each hair in place. Per gave a subtle guttural grunt, sitting back down in her designated spot. As the Alpha Female turned towards her, per's chest thumped with anxiety. It was now or never when the two would gain a face-to-face talk. But, with fine-tuned manners, she'd wait for her superior to gain the first word. Another half-ass bow was given for direct respect.
Zibah watched in silence as her packmates slowly vanished, one by one. Rasue was first, off to hunt or at least that was what she and Idol deduced. Then Idol himself had to take his leave. Beta duties, she thought, proudly. Storyline strode off to get some sleep, apparently. She found it kind of rude to leave your alphess without a decent explanation, but this time she would let it go. Pair of crimson voids shifted instantly to Persilla, once they were left alone in the middle of the forest. 'How are you feeling today?', she asked calmly, trying to start a friendly conversation with the newcomer.
Persilla grinned rather vaguely, tri-hued tail coiling about her fuchsia hindleg. Bandit's mask glittered as the dull sun hit upon it, its last rays being soaked up. "Oh, quite well, Zibah. It's rather nice out, eh? Can't wait for the snow, though." She honestly had nothing more to say- she'd like to speak out about her rank, though it would be a foolish task. Being unranked was lower than being a scapegoat. She'd swallow the thought and roll her chamgane and lime fused shoulder blades, the cartilage making subtle grinds. "And yourself? Quite nice to lead the last of the Heavenhounds?" She'd snicker softly, self-conscious about her words, even though they sort of fell off of her tongue. Pity, as she wasn't the best as conversing.
zibah's note: everyone had to afk or leave after this.