An Odd Home (Zibah)

[Maime]

Omnipotent paws crossed elegantly, dusk caped the alabaster snowed-over lands softly, as if never ending. The flow of grass shimmered, seeming like a sea of emeralds. Ash underbelly was bared upon the cold earthen flora, yet it didn't seem to bother him at the moment. All the while, brute waited for the one and only Zibah. Maybe luck would bring her upon the scene of waiting Cronic. The skies were jaded with glowing sunkissed shards, known as 'stars' to some who even took a chance to study the floating things which seemed to defy gravity. He was not frightened by these, nor interested in any sort. Muzzle faced the purple sky that would soon become a indigo, then to fade into a deep black and shadow the air. Large feathered appendages spread out, a yawn faded from 'is jowls, then they folded against 'is alabaster dorsal stripe once more.
"Zibah?" Was emitted, then falling silent again.
No awnser.
Lifting to his omnipotent limbs, muzzle faced the sky carefully, leathery onyx rims folded back into a disgusted grimace for a second upon Alphess' absence. Then, maw fell ajar, and a sharp sound scape lifted to to the sky, reaching the stars and holding on to the moon to keep it's balance. A swift song who pin pointed his location, which clearly requested any wolf to come to him, but mostly Zibah.

[Lu]

(this roleplay takes place after the gathering)

Still tired and slightly injured from the journey through the snowstorm that fateful night, the heavenhound alphess and elder managed to do her round around the territory, checking if everyone was fine, no matter of how fatigued she felt. Taking care of her beloved companions was all that mattered, afterwards.

It was still very cold, but the snowstorm had ceased, now only to leave lots of snowflakes to dance in the air and fall upon the white surface. But she no more felt shivers go down her spine or manifested any signs of coldness. The winter was going to last for a while, like always, and she would have to get used to the killing weather.

Acute high-wires swiveled atop the temptress' skull, instantly catching a sonancy in the distance. That voice... it was quite familiar. Not being able to catch any scents due to the snow and strong wind, she attempted to follow the calling as long as it lasted. Once silent, she'd just have to find him or her by herself. Luckily Zibah was close enough to the location, and quickly managed to approach the male who invited her to come closer.

Now she had him where he wanted, and it was time to make sure she knew who she was dealing with. Of course, his appearance reminded her of someone, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. Bitch took her usual dominant stance, ears and tail cocking, chest expanded like a balloon. Throwing him a challenging glare, pewter dipped limbs brushed against the terrain softly, as she walked around him, sea blue voids never leaving his masculine figure, attentively. Once close enough, onyx nares flared at his scent, as she now was sure they have met before. A smirk spread across her lips kindly. "Cronic."

The bastard had the same age as hers, and they were old friends from the days Zi was still under the care of her adoptive parents, Nox and Karuk. They haven't talked ever nice she turned into a full grown adult, and found out she was one of the last heavenhounds alive. She left her family and friends without a warning, the urge to find out who she was and what was her fate taking over her completely. But now they were there, face to face again. And it was always a please to see a friendly face around.

[Maime]

Cronic's body shuddered softly, an insant warm swirl collided down his spine each time cold hit him. Monochrome figured settled upon hind haunches, omnipotent paws now stood side to side. Blades weeded out the grass like a rake, probably mere boredum. The alabaster snow's freezing aura was like cold mist dancing around 'im, but really he signed no interest. He heard Zibah was in Estrus, so this was his one in a life time chance. Albino vision was immediately raised as the sight of Zibah was here, in a beatiful new clashing colors. Jowls were tightened, trying not to drop to his paws. A new, strong scent eluded from her, one that lured Cronic in. Stammering slightly, onyx lips formed into a smile softly.

"Zibah ..." He murmured in a lulling voice.

"You are .. beautiful. As always." He nodded. "I was looking for some company. Of course, any wolf would be fine to accompany me in a hunt or such, but you are just fine." A nod was given again, observing Zibah softly. Nose pointed towards her, and snuggled into her chest in a greeting, but snuffed in her scent then backed up. "And .. estrus."

ooc - haha.

[Lu]

Already knowing the procedure, bitch's skull tilted slightly to the side as he snuggled against her and took in her scent. She was not intrigued by the wolfish habit, though, already having been through this situation before. Once he was done with his 'salutation' and retreated, the heavenhound alphess allowed a grin to spread across ebony dipped features, eyes glinting in delight to see an old comrade around.

She giggled in the most girly manner possible at his comment about her looks, and if she was a human, her cheeks would probably be burning red right now. Luckily she wasn't similar to them at all, and her cheerfulness would pass unnoticed, hopefully. Yes yes. Estrus. Oh, how annoying was that. Zibah hasn't been herself in the past few days, and she put all blame on the heat period. Damn it.

"Thanks.", she said, rather shyly but trying to sound as normal as usual. Maiden allowed her weight to settle upon the white landing, sitting upon hindquarters as banner curled elegantly around pewter dipped forelimbs. Ears cocked atop crown and her chest expanded like a balloon, as she wanted to make sure she looked as preponderant as a commanding female should be. "You look nice too. How have you been, anyway? We haven't had time to talk ever since you joined the pack..."

OOC: zibah doesn't know she's pregnant yet