Post by Rasue on Dec 22, 2006 15:26:00 GMT -5
Date: 12/21/2006
Members present: Rasue and Relente/Outline. Zibah made a single post
Location: Order of the Wolf. Aldora Packlands after the indicated point.
Relente's mitts were hidden by the fluffy caudal, onyx scythes pinned it down like it would go some where. Masculine wolf huffed, having no particular interest in the rising sun that pasteled the sky with an eerie purple hue, nor the chill or the parents and their pups rising from their dens. He hissed to him self a bit, and dropped down from a sitting position, and hid his frame from the cold with 'is puffy caudal. Chartreuse pools were quickly capped, apparently trying to rest.
Rasue. Elegantly, the female of the heavenhound type made her way through the lands she knew when she was still a young whelp. Her penetrating silver oculars studied the area, searching for any other living creature. It was early, and the sun was still rising in the east. It was just comfortable this time of the day. Female walked calmly, looking for any other members. In the distance, a masculine figure was laid in the ivy foliage. Rasue quietly aproached the Aldora wolf, as low bark was released through her half-opened jaws, attempting to have his attention. Rasue inhalated his perfum, looking for any traces of a hybrid heavenhound; yes, he was not a pure heavenhound. Rasue's porture soon changed. The female sat upon the foliage, and raised her head high. Her caudal appendage began to sway elegantly and dominantly. Although, the female still seemed sympathetic. Her face held a kind expression, as she perked her auditors forward into the male's direction, waiting for some kind of response from his part.
Relente skull was muffled beneath the pushy caudal, a low grunt released fro' his jowls. Mother Nature seemed to be mocking him coldly, rodents with winds hovered above him. Poor old Miserable Rel. Arching his haunches, he pushed him self upon the emerald foliage and whined angrily. Blinking in satire, he made an uncomfortable turn to face the noise that protruded his vocals. It wasn't any vocal familiar. He let out a friendly yip of sorts, and pushed his rump out of the earth. Caudal swayed to and fro' evidentially.
Rasue's gazers studied the male's figure attentively, as she inhalated his perfum, aiming to know who were his ancestors. Yes, obviously he was a hybrid of hellhound. Rasue's corporal linguage changed again. Not knowing exatly the meaning, it was just... superior. Of course! Rasue was a pure breed heavenhound. But this female's personality was too hard to understansd. Still, the heavenly wolfess tried to seem as friendly as possible. Her face was still simpathetic, as a kind smile appeared upon her dial. A low yip letf from her deep vocals, greeting the other; they were member.
Relente jumped to his mitts and let out an excited yip, and caudal swayed back and forth in happiness. The spike tip on his feathery appendage ment nothing to him, he was always acknowledged by the others. He barked, and jumped, swerving after the chocolate wolf who had large feathery appendages too! Oral appendage lolled from his jowls and gave a quick lick to the wolfess. Then he backed up, waiting for her reaction.
[We stoped RPing for a few hours, since Relente had to go. He then came back using another alt, Outline, who is Relente]
Rasue. Heavenly female held herself into the lands of Order of the Wolf, which she passed her childhood. It was a beloved lands, the lands she would remember her whole life. The winter morning was confortable. The elegant female just kept herself upon a stump, next to a frozen river. Ras, noticing the presence of a known perfum, would look to the other stump, where there was a member of her pack. Oh! The hybrid. Ras had talked to him earlier, but both didn't have time for a descent talk. A nod of greeting was directed into his direction, As Rasue, once more, held her cranial structure high, and her caudal appengade moving elegantly and dominantly behind her figure.
Outline let a chuckle escape his razor jowls, and a malicious grin malovently crossed his onyx lips. Indigo aerials pinned down by the skull, lucid scar ran down his features gave off a maniacal look. Well, was it the pure bred, no? He winked at the chocolate figurine. So sleek, so dominant, so petite. "Well, missy. I be Outline. I don't think I caught your name?" He questioned, kind of hinting he wanted her name.
Rasue. Once again, Rause studied male's figure. Hybrid... It wasn't Rasue's favourite kind. The female of seductive features raised her tassel behind her. "Rasue." She said, in a low tone. Her dial was half-opened, when the words like music left her deep vocals with her soft voice. The heavenly female stared at the male with superiority. Her maw opened again, releasing some kind words to the male, even if it wasn't of her nature. "Which rank do you hold in the pack, Outline?" she asked, trying to be as kind as possible, looking forward to learn more about him. Even if the beautiful wolfess didn't like his kind, they were in the same pack. Rasue would have to learn to live with this fact.
Outline stared at the petite wolfess, and scowled, curling into a ball. He hated the fact every day he was rejected, but he lived with it like they lived with him. What should he react? Anger? Sadness? No, never. A soft growl churned from his larynx, but assumingly muffled it with 'is caudal. "I hold the rank of a Lead Warrior. I s'pose I am pending as it, any ways." He muttered.
Rasue kept her eyes upon the male, staring at him. She studied every detail of him, his traces and corporal language. "Why is that? Pending?" she asked, showing herself strangely interested on it. The female of chocolate and ivory coat lowred herself to the stump, resting her gigant heavenhound figure on it. Her tassel gently moved behind her, upon the alabaster coat of ice on the ground. Still, skull was raised above his, in a dominant manner. Still, the pure female of secutive features seemed kind, and willing to accept his kind, if he's worth it.
Outline's skull mask rested over 'is thick, large crani. Indigo optics narrowed, and he tossed a piercing glance at the ivory femme. "I hear some one is competing against me." He grunted, and shivered. Damn weather, enough to send a slight chill down his spine. Rising to his haunches, a sigh escaped his lungs, breathing in the fresh air. Sun peeked over the mountains, and sunshine bathed the land in a soft purple aurora. He stared straight ahead, and glanced at the chocolate bitch. "Well, I am going fishing." He torted, and leaped off the stump, and headed for the rushing iiver which wasn't that much frosted over.
Rasue watched him as he left the stump where he was laid upon. For a few seconds, she just stared at him, without a reaction. He was the first one who left her presence like his, suddenly. Quickly, Rasue stood up, and began a calm walk upon the cold ice laid on the terra. She looked around, observing the enviroment; what a beautiful day! She walked slowly into his direction, and sat a few steps away. Rasue kept herself quiet, observing the male's actions on fishing. "Well, I hope you get your rank." She said, trying to be as nice as possible. Tassel made small movements behind her posture, as the chocolate and alabaster she-wolf elegantly laid herself down to the ground.
Outline glared down at the shimmering pool. Frosty auras eluding from the sleety water bit his skull masked frame like frostbite. He trotted a bit closer to the bank, mitts raked the terrain and bugs bled out of the earth. He craned his skull over the pool, jowls slightly ajar. A silvery tingle in the water excited the king, and when it leaped from the frozen pool, he snapped. He caught the fish, and it was like an ice cube, but he held on. Luke lucid blood dripped into his jaws, and made him tingle all over. When the large silver trout went limp, he dropped it, and placed both mitt's upon it, and crunched on it a bit. He was grateful for the she-qolfs' acknowledgement and encouragement, but certainly suggested his hunger over thanking her.
[At this point, we moved to the pack’s dream.]
Outline's skull masked skull adorn his mitts, mitts scatchily held upon a silver trout he had caught with Rasue. He gnawed sharply on it, sickening crunch sounds were echoed. Maw drew from the fresh kill, and lucid liquid withdrew from his jowls. He sensed a familiar presence, and an unfamiliar one but friendly. Skull turned, and was being stalked by the oh so to much familiar Rasue. He blinked, and shifted uncomfortably, and there was a Heavenhound, and the first words that came to mind was, 'Zibah, Alpha Female.' He snorted with no familiar interest, and dropped back to the flora. "Welcome home, Zibah." He said, and continued to scavenge on his fish.
Rasue's auditors caught the sound of a river near. The perfum on the air was already known. The elegant female walked slowly into the direction of the running river. A small smile apeared upon the female's countenance upon seeing the known male, but it soon vanished. Rasue soon laid down to the terra covered with alabaster substance. "Hello again, Outline." She greeted him, on a low tone of voice, words being released softly through her half-opened jowls. Noticing the presence of the Alphess Zibah, Rasue's dominance would be lowred to just under the high ranked wolfess. A greeting nod, followed by a smile, would be directed to the leader. No words.
Zibah's crimson voids shot open, ears swiveled as the female stretched lazily upon the landing, her lips parting in a yawn of fatigue. She had just woken up, but still, was quite tired from last night's hunting. Shifting off the obscurity of her den, her wings spread open, revealing godlike bitch's alluring multi-colored plumage. She wandered through the territory for a few minutes, her skull lowering to the ground every now and then as her onyx nares sniffed, in search of any familiar scent. Detecting Rasue's and Outline's aromas, she allowed a grin to spread across alabaster dipped features. Femme merely passed by them, catching their sight as she approached, larynx uttering a grunt. Head bowed in a quick greeting, she had no time to stay and talk. Alpha duties. "Can't talk now, guys. We'll meet later."
[Zibah had to go at this point, so we just stoped roleplaying.]
Members present: Rasue and Relente/Outline. Zibah made a single post
Location: Order of the Wolf. Aldora Packlands after the indicated point.
Relente's mitts were hidden by the fluffy caudal, onyx scythes pinned it down like it would go some where. Masculine wolf huffed, having no particular interest in the rising sun that pasteled the sky with an eerie purple hue, nor the chill or the parents and their pups rising from their dens. He hissed to him self a bit, and dropped down from a sitting position, and hid his frame from the cold with 'is puffy caudal. Chartreuse pools were quickly capped, apparently trying to rest.
Rasue. Elegantly, the female of the heavenhound type made her way through the lands she knew when she was still a young whelp. Her penetrating silver oculars studied the area, searching for any other living creature. It was early, and the sun was still rising in the east. It was just comfortable this time of the day. Female walked calmly, looking for any other members. In the distance, a masculine figure was laid in the ivy foliage. Rasue quietly aproached the Aldora wolf, as low bark was released through her half-opened jaws, attempting to have his attention. Rasue inhalated his perfum, looking for any traces of a hybrid heavenhound; yes, he was not a pure heavenhound. Rasue's porture soon changed. The female sat upon the foliage, and raised her head high. Her caudal appendage began to sway elegantly and dominantly. Although, the female still seemed sympathetic. Her face held a kind expression, as she perked her auditors forward into the male's direction, waiting for some kind of response from his part.
Relente skull was muffled beneath the pushy caudal, a low grunt released fro' his jowls. Mother Nature seemed to be mocking him coldly, rodents with winds hovered above him. Poor old Miserable Rel. Arching his haunches, he pushed him self upon the emerald foliage and whined angrily. Blinking in satire, he made an uncomfortable turn to face the noise that protruded his vocals. It wasn't any vocal familiar. He let out a friendly yip of sorts, and pushed his rump out of the earth. Caudal swayed to and fro' evidentially.
Rasue's gazers studied the male's figure attentively, as she inhalated his perfum, aiming to know who were his ancestors. Yes, obviously he was a hybrid of hellhound. Rasue's corporal linguage changed again. Not knowing exatly the meaning, it was just... superior. Of course! Rasue was a pure breed heavenhound. But this female's personality was too hard to understansd. Still, the heavenly wolfess tried to seem as friendly as possible. Her face was still simpathetic, as a kind smile appeared upon her dial. A low yip letf from her deep vocals, greeting the other; they were member.
Relente jumped to his mitts and let out an excited yip, and caudal swayed back and forth in happiness. The spike tip on his feathery appendage ment nothing to him, he was always acknowledged by the others. He barked, and jumped, swerving after the chocolate wolf who had large feathery appendages too! Oral appendage lolled from his jowls and gave a quick lick to the wolfess. Then he backed up, waiting for her reaction.
[We stoped RPing for a few hours, since Relente had to go. He then came back using another alt, Outline, who is Relente]
Rasue. Heavenly female held herself into the lands of Order of the Wolf, which she passed her childhood. It was a beloved lands, the lands she would remember her whole life. The winter morning was confortable. The elegant female just kept herself upon a stump, next to a frozen river. Ras, noticing the presence of a known perfum, would look to the other stump, where there was a member of her pack. Oh! The hybrid. Ras had talked to him earlier, but both didn't have time for a descent talk. A nod of greeting was directed into his direction, As Rasue, once more, held her cranial structure high, and her caudal appengade moving elegantly and dominantly behind her figure.
Outline let a chuckle escape his razor jowls, and a malicious grin malovently crossed his onyx lips. Indigo aerials pinned down by the skull, lucid scar ran down his features gave off a maniacal look. Well, was it the pure bred, no? He winked at the chocolate figurine. So sleek, so dominant, so petite. "Well, missy. I be Outline. I don't think I caught your name?" He questioned, kind of hinting he wanted her name.
Rasue. Once again, Rause studied male's figure. Hybrid... It wasn't Rasue's favourite kind. The female of seductive features raised her tassel behind her. "Rasue." She said, in a low tone. Her dial was half-opened, when the words like music left her deep vocals with her soft voice. The heavenly female stared at the male with superiority. Her maw opened again, releasing some kind words to the male, even if it wasn't of her nature. "Which rank do you hold in the pack, Outline?" she asked, trying to be as kind as possible, looking forward to learn more about him. Even if the beautiful wolfess didn't like his kind, they were in the same pack. Rasue would have to learn to live with this fact.
Outline stared at the petite wolfess, and scowled, curling into a ball. He hated the fact every day he was rejected, but he lived with it like they lived with him. What should he react? Anger? Sadness? No, never. A soft growl churned from his larynx, but assumingly muffled it with 'is caudal. "I hold the rank of a Lead Warrior. I s'pose I am pending as it, any ways." He muttered.
Rasue kept her eyes upon the male, staring at him. She studied every detail of him, his traces and corporal language. "Why is that? Pending?" she asked, showing herself strangely interested on it. The female of chocolate and ivory coat lowred herself to the stump, resting her gigant heavenhound figure on it. Her tassel gently moved behind her, upon the alabaster coat of ice on the ground. Still, skull was raised above his, in a dominant manner. Still, the pure female of secutive features seemed kind, and willing to accept his kind, if he's worth it.
Outline's skull mask rested over 'is thick, large crani. Indigo optics narrowed, and he tossed a piercing glance at the ivory femme. "I hear some one is competing against me." He grunted, and shivered. Damn weather, enough to send a slight chill down his spine. Rising to his haunches, a sigh escaped his lungs, breathing in the fresh air. Sun peeked over the mountains, and sunshine bathed the land in a soft purple aurora. He stared straight ahead, and glanced at the chocolate bitch. "Well, I am going fishing." He torted, and leaped off the stump, and headed for the rushing iiver which wasn't that much frosted over.
Rasue watched him as he left the stump where he was laid upon. For a few seconds, she just stared at him, without a reaction. He was the first one who left her presence like his, suddenly. Quickly, Rasue stood up, and began a calm walk upon the cold ice laid on the terra. She looked around, observing the enviroment; what a beautiful day! She walked slowly into his direction, and sat a few steps away. Rasue kept herself quiet, observing the male's actions on fishing. "Well, I hope you get your rank." She said, trying to be as nice as possible. Tassel made small movements behind her posture, as the chocolate and alabaster she-wolf elegantly laid herself down to the ground.
Outline glared down at the shimmering pool. Frosty auras eluding from the sleety water bit his skull masked frame like frostbite. He trotted a bit closer to the bank, mitts raked the terrain and bugs bled out of the earth. He craned his skull over the pool, jowls slightly ajar. A silvery tingle in the water excited the king, and when it leaped from the frozen pool, he snapped. He caught the fish, and it was like an ice cube, but he held on. Luke lucid blood dripped into his jaws, and made him tingle all over. When the large silver trout went limp, he dropped it, and placed both mitt's upon it, and crunched on it a bit. He was grateful for the she-qolfs' acknowledgement and encouragement, but certainly suggested his hunger over thanking her.
[At this point, we moved to the pack’s dream.]
Outline's skull masked skull adorn his mitts, mitts scatchily held upon a silver trout he had caught with Rasue. He gnawed sharply on it, sickening crunch sounds were echoed. Maw drew from the fresh kill, and lucid liquid withdrew from his jowls. He sensed a familiar presence, and an unfamiliar one but friendly. Skull turned, and was being stalked by the oh so to much familiar Rasue. He blinked, and shifted uncomfortably, and there was a Heavenhound, and the first words that came to mind was, 'Zibah, Alpha Female.' He snorted with no familiar interest, and dropped back to the flora. "Welcome home, Zibah." He said, and continued to scavenge on his fish.
Rasue's auditors caught the sound of a river near. The perfum on the air was already known. The elegant female walked slowly into the direction of the running river. A small smile apeared upon the female's countenance upon seeing the known male, but it soon vanished. Rasue soon laid down to the terra covered with alabaster substance. "Hello again, Outline." She greeted him, on a low tone of voice, words being released softly through her half-opened jowls. Noticing the presence of the Alphess Zibah, Rasue's dominance would be lowred to just under the high ranked wolfess. A greeting nod, followed by a smile, would be directed to the leader. No words.
Zibah's crimson voids shot open, ears swiveled as the female stretched lazily upon the landing, her lips parting in a yawn of fatigue. She had just woken up, but still, was quite tired from last night's hunting. Shifting off the obscurity of her den, her wings spread open, revealing godlike bitch's alluring multi-colored plumage. She wandered through the territory for a few minutes, her skull lowering to the ground every now and then as her onyx nares sniffed, in search of any familiar scent. Detecting Rasue's and Outline's aromas, she allowed a grin to spread across alabaster dipped features. Femme merely passed by them, catching their sight as she approached, larynx uttering a grunt. Head bowed in a quick greeting, she had no time to stay and talk. Alpha duties. "Can't talk now, guys. We'll meet later."
[Zibah had to go at this point, so we just stoped roleplaying.]