Post by Maime on Dec 23, 2006 3:55:31 GMT -5
Date: 23/12/2006
Members present: Zibah, Outline
Non-members present: none
Location: Aldora Packlands
Outline's mitts interfered within the eerie purple glow casting along the atmosphere. Lush fields were wet, mitts soggy already; onyx blades collected silvery morning dew. As listless as he was, he hopelessly wandered. Caudal swayed behind him, slightly content in his hourly trip. He stopped in his tracks at the vivid picture. Zibah. The femme he had has his eyes on for a while. Immediately it seemed he perked up. He sprawled atop the stump, and softly winked at her features. "'Ello, Zib." He said, slightly submissively, but still baring a bit of dominance if any other lower rank was about. His aerials dropped deeper to the side from under his skull mask, and his oral appendage lolled from his jowls and lapped at Zib's face as a loving greeting.
Zibah dozed upon the stump of mahogany pigment deeply, lost among dreams she didn't bother to comprehend once awake. Nostrils flaring at a known scent, angelic femme woke up, crimson optics shoting open instinctively. As view eventually changed from blurry to it's normal state, 'er focus would fall upon the approaching hybrid, staring mainly at his goat skull. She always found hellhounds such interesting yet hateful creatures. What was the story beyond the skull mask? Maybe it was better not to ask and avoid more problems. Watching as the beast settled close to her, she'd fill uncomfortable with the proximity at first. Being a subordinate means he'd know that he should keep some distance unless asked to come closer, but what the hell... it was way too early to care. "Hey there, Outline.", she said, head bowing heavily in salutation. What time was that?
Outline shivered from the inchorent mist steaming about the surface. The raging waterfall had seem to quiet for a nice amount of time. He glanced at Zibah and frowned. Brute seemed to always be rejected, always being called a 'beast' and he was always feared. Mitts crossed, blades would of capped if they were enabled to retract. He nodded at Zib, softly. "What are you doing here?" He asked, with a tint of curiousity in his vocals. A glance was tossed about, and shuddered. "Shouldn't you be in a warmer air? Like a den, I suppose?"
Zibah tiredly layed 'er head between both golden dipped forelimbs, her wings gracefully enfolding her feminine silhouette. Alabaster high-wires swiveled as the male spoke, asking something about a den. She was struggling to listen, though, but being half-asleep and listening at the same time was something really hard to accomplish. Luckily, after a few seconds of thinking, she'd understand his question. "Ahh yes.", she said, onyx lips parting in a yawn of apathy. "But last night I felt like stargazing and fell asleep in here.. though it's not easy, with all the mist and stuff."
Outline nodded. Ah, how true was the Alphess. Spike tipped feathery appendages ruffed a bit then folded at his sides. Zibah's features lured him in, but she had no luring scents about. What a shame. Aerials raised a bit as they could beneath the mask, and herculean dorsal stripe ruffled softly. Pointed nasal nuzzled her feathered appendages which had normal rounded edges. He glanced at his. Pointed, sharp. A dissapointed sigh escaped his frozen vocals, so he continued to groom Zibah's face assentially, lapping all the frost from her face away. She felt warm now, or at least to him. "Shall we go to a den, I suppose, then?" He asked, curiously.
Zibah nodded, now noticing how misty the mornings in the heavenhounds domain were. Not that it was annoying or anything, but there was a high chance she might get lost after going for a walk, and we don't want that to happen, do we? Maidenly shaped paws pressed against the stump's surface as she pushed herself up, now fully awake. Harks and banner cocked in dominant gestures, once she was in a lower ranked canine. "Okay.", the alphess agreed, voids shifting to the den entrance. She seemed to stare at it and mutter something, but it was unaudible, apparently. Next a weird sound of stones moving uttered from inside the den and all of a sudden the entrance was unblocked. She smirked.
Outline's aerials pinned back softly, and collected silvery morning dew on him, as well as he was sprayed by the raging pools as if he was rejected by some thing created by nature. He felt his pelt slick back, and the silver dew collected gave him an extremely handsome look that no one could resist. He hesitated a moment, then dropped back to a low submissively stature. He cringed. "Zibah .. I know this is akward, but .." Appendages fluttered softly, seeming to strain for his words. "I ... I .. I l-love you. This is some thing you might not want to hear from a Hellhound hybrid, but if you reject me, go ahead .. I might have known you for only two or three days, but Zibah .. I want to be your mate." He croaked, and lidded his voids; waiting for the worst.
Zibah blinked, quirking a brow at him slightly. A deadly silence took over the atmosphere between them, as she seemed to be wordless, trying not to drop her jaw in surprise. But her comprehensive and kind nature being always in first place, she managed to allow a grin to spread across her features, growing bangs hiding elegantly half of her face. Tail swayed back and forth upon the soil, smacking some pink petals and grass that sprouted out around it. "Do you? Oh, I'm glad, Out.", she smiled softly. "But I think that we should wait and see how it goes. First I'd like to get to know you a little bit more."
Outline tried to keep from chuckling. Of course. This was not a rejection, just a .. denial. He nodded. A bit of embarassment would do him well. "Very well then .. So .." He stayed silent, anchoring him self upon the mahogany stump. He didn't know what to bring up. Ah! "Can you tell me your .. past?" He asked, and furrowed a brow, unable to be shown because of the skull mask.
Zibah had to rethink her past and recent relationships after that, not wanting to making the promise to court and be mates with the warrior before being sure she was free like a bird to love again. Traction was long gone, and probably dead at this point. But her dear friend, Damage, who she had a not-so-strong crush on, was still around. Oh well. Shrugging it off because it was way too early to care, she allowed her figure to collapse against the ground once more fatiguely, struggling to find a laying position that made her feel comfortable with. "My past?", she said, ears swiveling every now and then. "Not too much to talk about. I was adopted by Nox and Karuk, and they taught me about wolf mythology and other basics. Then after I grew up, I found out I was one of the remaining heavenhounds. After that the pack was formed, when Idolatry joined me as Beta and helped finding the other inheritors from our bloodline."
Outline nodded silently in agree to Zibah's words. He was a bit down that she denied his request, but he could always try again, aye? He nodded again at her ending, and voids lit up softly. "I see. I suppose you are wondering about my mask .. Well, you see .." He started, letting her past sink in, then started again. "It was an odd tactic of me, killing was my new hobby ..." He said in a hushed voice. "Thus, this is no goat mask. This skull is from a hellhound. A strange, very strange hellhound. It has become my souvenir, as I have slain him, you see?" He spoke swiftly, but softly.
Zibah did not exactly approve the hellhounds' arrogant manners and merciless behavior, but by the other hand, she had to respect them, for it was a part of their nature. In her point of view, killing as a hobby, for the pure fun of it, didn't seem fair at all. She was taught every single soul in earth is was there because some stronger power wanted, and taking them away was also his or her job. Something similar to the human's God, but in her mind the name was another one. Of course we're talking about the almighty Fenris, but let's not get in details. "At least something to remind of him."
Outline glared at his mitts. "No, this hound had killed what ever trace left of my mother." Damn it .. Shouldn't of brought up the subject. "You see, I didn't kill for the fun .. I killed because most had got on my bad side. I was rejected all my life for being a hybrid." He snickered, and stared off. "A hell hound ... took my mother's innocence when she wasn't willing. If not for that, I would just be a pure Heavenhound. But at least my mother cared for me, even if I was an unwanted pup, she was a Heavenhound, so she had a natural essence for caring .. and loving." "So, I only started my killing frenzy was to the people who had interogated me my whole life. Until some thing drove me to stop, and I found Aldora. And you accepted me, and didn't reject me. But no one is comfortable about me except Rasue .." He mumbled.
Zibah shook her head slowly, not fully agreeing with his words. "No, it's only because she's the only you talked to.", she said, wings settling by her sides, tail hiding under a bunch of multi-colored plumes. Wait. Rasue was comfortable around a hybrid? Wow, that's good news. That young femme seemed to hate them so much. Funny thing they got along. "Trust me, there are other hybrids between us, like Seamrog, that newcomer Boneskull and of course, Brawn. But he took his leave a while ago, after I left the alpha spot to Majesty."
Outline went silent. But the other's were treated better. He flattened him self against the mahogany stump. Was Zib trying to tell him his mother didn't care about him? He nodded. "Your right. She didn't care about me." He nestled in to a small ball, and released a depressed sigh and frowned. "Good night." He replied, and drew his feathered appendages against his body to sleep the nightmare to only come again the next few hours. With this, he fell asleep.
{ps: out, i wasn't talking about your mother. i was talking about rasue. lmao.}
Members present: Zibah, Outline
Non-members present: none
Location: Aldora Packlands
Outline's mitts interfered within the eerie purple glow casting along the atmosphere. Lush fields were wet, mitts soggy already; onyx blades collected silvery morning dew. As listless as he was, he hopelessly wandered. Caudal swayed behind him, slightly content in his hourly trip. He stopped in his tracks at the vivid picture. Zibah. The femme he had has his eyes on for a while. Immediately it seemed he perked up. He sprawled atop the stump, and softly winked at her features. "'Ello, Zib." He said, slightly submissively, but still baring a bit of dominance if any other lower rank was about. His aerials dropped deeper to the side from under his skull mask, and his oral appendage lolled from his jowls and lapped at Zib's face as a loving greeting.
Zibah dozed upon the stump of mahogany pigment deeply, lost among dreams she didn't bother to comprehend once awake. Nostrils flaring at a known scent, angelic femme woke up, crimson optics shoting open instinctively. As view eventually changed from blurry to it's normal state, 'er focus would fall upon the approaching hybrid, staring mainly at his goat skull. She always found hellhounds such interesting yet hateful creatures. What was the story beyond the skull mask? Maybe it was better not to ask and avoid more problems. Watching as the beast settled close to her, she'd fill uncomfortable with the proximity at first. Being a subordinate means he'd know that he should keep some distance unless asked to come closer, but what the hell... it was way too early to care. "Hey there, Outline.", she said, head bowing heavily in salutation. What time was that?
Outline shivered from the inchorent mist steaming about the surface. The raging waterfall had seem to quiet for a nice amount of time. He glanced at Zibah and frowned. Brute seemed to always be rejected, always being called a 'beast' and he was always feared. Mitts crossed, blades would of capped if they were enabled to retract. He nodded at Zib, softly. "What are you doing here?" He asked, with a tint of curiousity in his vocals. A glance was tossed about, and shuddered. "Shouldn't you be in a warmer air? Like a den, I suppose?"
Zibah tiredly layed 'er head between both golden dipped forelimbs, her wings gracefully enfolding her feminine silhouette. Alabaster high-wires swiveled as the male spoke, asking something about a den. She was struggling to listen, though, but being half-asleep and listening at the same time was something really hard to accomplish. Luckily, after a few seconds of thinking, she'd understand his question. "Ahh yes.", she said, onyx lips parting in a yawn of apathy. "But last night I felt like stargazing and fell asleep in here.. though it's not easy, with all the mist and stuff."
Outline nodded. Ah, how true was the Alphess. Spike tipped feathery appendages ruffed a bit then folded at his sides. Zibah's features lured him in, but she had no luring scents about. What a shame. Aerials raised a bit as they could beneath the mask, and herculean dorsal stripe ruffled softly. Pointed nasal nuzzled her feathered appendages which had normal rounded edges. He glanced at his. Pointed, sharp. A dissapointed sigh escaped his frozen vocals, so he continued to groom Zibah's face assentially, lapping all the frost from her face away. She felt warm now, or at least to him. "Shall we go to a den, I suppose, then?" He asked, curiously.
Zibah nodded, now noticing how misty the mornings in the heavenhounds domain were. Not that it was annoying or anything, but there was a high chance she might get lost after going for a walk, and we don't want that to happen, do we? Maidenly shaped paws pressed against the stump's surface as she pushed herself up, now fully awake. Harks and banner cocked in dominant gestures, once she was in a lower ranked canine. "Okay.", the alphess agreed, voids shifting to the den entrance. She seemed to stare at it and mutter something, but it was unaudible, apparently. Next a weird sound of stones moving uttered from inside the den and all of a sudden the entrance was unblocked. She smirked.
Outline's aerials pinned back softly, and collected silvery morning dew on him, as well as he was sprayed by the raging pools as if he was rejected by some thing created by nature. He felt his pelt slick back, and the silver dew collected gave him an extremely handsome look that no one could resist. He hesitated a moment, then dropped back to a low submissively stature. He cringed. "Zibah .. I know this is akward, but .." Appendages fluttered softly, seeming to strain for his words. "I ... I .. I l-love you. This is some thing you might not want to hear from a Hellhound hybrid, but if you reject me, go ahead .. I might have known you for only two or three days, but Zibah .. I want to be your mate." He croaked, and lidded his voids; waiting for the worst.
Zibah blinked, quirking a brow at him slightly. A deadly silence took over the atmosphere between them, as she seemed to be wordless, trying not to drop her jaw in surprise. But her comprehensive and kind nature being always in first place, she managed to allow a grin to spread across her features, growing bangs hiding elegantly half of her face. Tail swayed back and forth upon the soil, smacking some pink petals and grass that sprouted out around it. "Do you? Oh, I'm glad, Out.", she smiled softly. "But I think that we should wait and see how it goes. First I'd like to get to know you a little bit more."
Outline tried to keep from chuckling. Of course. This was not a rejection, just a .. denial. He nodded. A bit of embarassment would do him well. "Very well then .. So .." He stayed silent, anchoring him self upon the mahogany stump. He didn't know what to bring up. Ah! "Can you tell me your .. past?" He asked, and furrowed a brow, unable to be shown because of the skull mask.
Zibah had to rethink her past and recent relationships after that, not wanting to making the promise to court and be mates with the warrior before being sure she was free like a bird to love again. Traction was long gone, and probably dead at this point. But her dear friend, Damage, who she had a not-so-strong crush on, was still around. Oh well. Shrugging it off because it was way too early to care, she allowed her figure to collapse against the ground once more fatiguely, struggling to find a laying position that made her feel comfortable with. "My past?", she said, ears swiveling every now and then. "Not too much to talk about. I was adopted by Nox and Karuk, and they taught me about wolf mythology and other basics. Then after I grew up, I found out I was one of the remaining heavenhounds. After that the pack was formed, when Idolatry joined me as Beta and helped finding the other inheritors from our bloodline."
Outline nodded silently in agree to Zibah's words. He was a bit down that she denied his request, but he could always try again, aye? He nodded again at her ending, and voids lit up softly. "I see. I suppose you are wondering about my mask .. Well, you see .." He started, letting her past sink in, then started again. "It was an odd tactic of me, killing was my new hobby ..." He said in a hushed voice. "Thus, this is no goat mask. This skull is from a hellhound. A strange, very strange hellhound. It has become my souvenir, as I have slain him, you see?" He spoke swiftly, but softly.
Zibah did not exactly approve the hellhounds' arrogant manners and merciless behavior, but by the other hand, she had to respect them, for it was a part of their nature. In her point of view, killing as a hobby, for the pure fun of it, didn't seem fair at all. She was taught every single soul in earth is was there because some stronger power wanted, and taking them away was also his or her job. Something similar to the human's God, but in her mind the name was another one. Of course we're talking about the almighty Fenris, but let's not get in details. "At least something to remind of him."
Outline glared at his mitts. "No, this hound had killed what ever trace left of my mother." Damn it .. Shouldn't of brought up the subject. "You see, I didn't kill for the fun .. I killed because most had got on my bad side. I was rejected all my life for being a hybrid." He snickered, and stared off. "A hell hound ... took my mother's innocence when she wasn't willing. If not for that, I would just be a pure Heavenhound. But at least my mother cared for me, even if I was an unwanted pup, she was a Heavenhound, so she had a natural essence for caring .. and loving." "So, I only started my killing frenzy was to the people who had interogated me my whole life. Until some thing drove me to stop, and I found Aldora. And you accepted me, and didn't reject me. But no one is comfortable about me except Rasue .." He mumbled.
Zibah shook her head slowly, not fully agreeing with his words. "No, it's only because she's the only you talked to.", she said, wings settling by her sides, tail hiding under a bunch of multi-colored plumes. Wait. Rasue was comfortable around a hybrid? Wow, that's good news. That young femme seemed to hate them so much. Funny thing they got along. "Trust me, there are other hybrids between us, like Seamrog, that newcomer Boneskull and of course, Brawn. But he took his leave a while ago, after I left the alpha spot to Majesty."
Outline went silent. But the other's were treated better. He flattened him self against the mahogany stump. Was Zib trying to tell him his mother didn't care about him? He nodded. "Your right. She didn't care about me." He nestled in to a small ball, and released a depressed sigh and frowned. "Good night." He replied, and drew his feathered appendages against his body to sleep the nightmare to only come again the next few hours. With this, he fell asleep.
{ps: out, i wasn't talking about your mother. i was talking about rasue. lmao.}