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- Azalea - 12-16-2010 <3 [html] It was beneath as large oak that she had situated herself, though Azalea had no appreciation for the serene beauty of the Dampwoods. The litter of pine needles formed a makeshift blanket beneath her, while the young girl had her notebook cracked open in her lap. She had not brought much with her, though there were two other notebooks tossed to the side, accompanied by collected pens and pencils. Gold gaze was focused intently on the pages, and her right hand moved across the paper. She took her work seriously, and so she had left behind the lands of her pack so she could find silent refuge. For now, she didn’t have much information to write down about the other packs, but she had begun to construct a map of the surrounding area. Should a need for war ever arrive, Azalea would be certain Anathema be prepared. They would not lose a fight for lack of planning and information, the girl would see to that. For the moment, Azalea dropped her pencil and lifted her head, gold gaze scanning the area around her. She let her fingers find the top of her head, where her hair was most always secured into a bun; only two strands of hair too short to reach were left to frame her face on either side. And yet, the girl pulled at the fastening and let her onyx hair fall unfettered like a dark curtain over her shoulders, the longest of its length reaching halfway down her back. One last scan of the area revealing that she was still alone, and Azalea looked back to the notes she had already scribbled down. .zale-bn p {margin:0px 0px 20px 0px; padding:0px 20px 0px 20px; text-indent:25px; } .zale-bn b {color:#fff8e5;} .zale-bn {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:465px; background-color:#404040; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000; line-height:15px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/souls ... table1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:265px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 12-16-2010 [html] ooc: Azalea makes me think of Azula from The Last Airbender. totally awesome <3 wc: 300+
[/html] - Azalea - 12-16-2010 YESSS! That's who she's modeled after. [html] Unfortunately for China, polite would not be the kind of response she’d be receiving. Azalea was adding a few more notes to the ones she had already written, simply crossing out ideas she found no longer useful or corrected by some later thought. In her quest for perfection, her smattering of ideas was written in organized lists and paragraphs, as if she were writing a novel and not plotting out a map. Though she had only let her golden gaze fall to the book for a mere moment, that was all the time the coyote girl seemed to need. Her voice was the first thing to alert Azalea to her presence, and her scent came looming in after. As vibrant eyes watched her, cold despite their warm color, the young wolf found herself cursing her fault in not detecting the coyote sooner. "I’m not drawing anything," came her smooth response, her words flowing from her mouth like water in a creek. And yet, this was somewhat a lie, for on the previous page were the beginnings of her map of Anathema. Her golden gaze studied the coyote girl then, noting the cool blue of her gaze that somehow sat in perfect harmony amongst the red of her partial mask and the mottled grey fur. Had she had appreciation for these things, she would have noticed that the other girl was rather attractive. But in Azalea’s world, none of that mattered. She could have easily dispatched the coyote then, but the new Rakeeb figured it would be worth her while to try and extract some information first. Especially since the girl seemed so willing to be there (for now, at least). "Who are you anyways?" The tone coloring her words clearly reflecting Zale’s only partial interest. .zale-bn p {margin:0px 0px 20px 0px; padding:0px 20px 0px 20px; text-indent:25px; } .zale-bn b {color:#fff8e5;} .zale-bn {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:465px; background-color:#404040; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000; line-height:15px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/souls ... table1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:265px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 12-16-2010 [html] ooc: in that case, China is probably a mixture of Ty Lee aaaand... the Cheshire cat? SHE JUST APPEARS PLACES. wc: 300+
[/html] - Azalea - 12-21-2010 Haha, awww. Now I feel bad if I have Zale being mean to her. XD [html] This coyote sure did have a strange way of talking, and seemed far too weightless. Everything about her was happy and light – the way she moved with flowing grace, the gentle tone of her voice, the soft harmony of colors in her pelt, the way her words flowed from her mouth. Azalea was rigid and to the point, vastly opposite from the young Lykoi. Golden eyes studied China, trying to decipher what influence or power the coyote might hold. If she were to prove useful to Azalea, she’d try to keep her in good terms. If she was just an extraneous being, then Azalea would easily discard her. For now, she was unsure. The girl’s demeanor put the coal colored girl at unease, much like most casual encounters with peers of her own age. While fingers of one hand remained curled around her writing utensil, the other held the notebook in her lap. She didn’t have a chance to respond to China, before she had moved to sit near Zale and had swept up another of her notebooks. Normally, she would have prevented anyone else from touching her things, but she had been stunned from any action. After a slight hesitation, though, Azalea’s coldness worked its way back into her frame. The strange numbing sensation she had felt for just a moment had melted away. "I told you, they’re not drawings," she snapped, reaching out to angrily snatch the notebook from China’s grasp. Mostly, she was annoyed that China had called the content of her notebooks bad, even if it was obvious the coyote didn’t understand them. They were anything but bad, and Azalea resented the girl’s judgment. After all, Zale was a perfectionist. She was not allowed to create anything deemed bad. Beneath the cool black of her fur, heat flared and the prickling along the back of her neck signaled the rising of hackles. "And good for your sister," she added as an afterthought, her voice much softer then. She looked down to the pages of the notebook she had reclaimed, and assured herself that her meticulous paragraphs and lists were just fine. In fact, they were perfect. .zale-bn p {margin:0px 0px 20px 0px; padding:0px 20px 0px 20px; text-indent:25px; } .zale-bn b {color:#fff8e5;} .zale-bn {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:465px; background-color:#404040; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000; line-height:15px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/souls ... table1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:265px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 12-22-2010 [html] ooc: that was my plan ALL ALONG >8) wc: 300+
[/html] - Azalea - 01-03-2011 :o SSWM: 562 [html] Now that her notebook had been reclaimed, Azalea peered to the strange coyote with an apparent distaste written in her features, her mouth curled slightly at the corners and her nose accented by winkles. Despite the fact that Azalea was indeed a somewhat pretty adolescent, her negative expression drew some wickedness to her appearance. This girl at her side, this China, was so completely opposite of her. She turned to lie on her stomach, hind legs waving precariously in the air. Despite Azalea’s cold words and obvious lack of enthusiasm, the girl had not seemed to be swayed any. Why wouldn’t she just get the hit and leave Azalea alone? Stressed? The two rows of teeth fell away from each other, leaving Azalea’s muzzle slightly parted in disbelief. Stressed? What did this girl know about Azalea at all? "I’m not stressed," she declared in response, but it seemed as if China had more to say on the subject. This girl seemed to be a regular chatterbox. Azalea was starting to see how this situation could become old quick. "It’s Azalea, miss China Rose," her voice ringing with a mocking singsong tone as she said her counterpart’s name. Her golden gaze left the harmony of colors China provided, and sought the notes written in the notebook she held in her lap. Could the coyote girl not read her words? She just didn’t understand how she thought her notes were drawings. Or how they qualified as bad. Her features sharpened at the sound of China’s voice, preparing for whatever criticism the girl might bring next. And yet, none came. Despite the fact that Azalea was radiating oodles of amounts of negative energy, the girl did not seemed swayed at all. She was fighting back with her own positive vibes. Even though they had been on neutral ground for awhile, it seemed as if the positive was starting to overpower the negative. Azalea would take the compliment (though fight the urge to display her satisfaction in the form of a slight smile) even if it was not intended as one. She did like to think she was motivated to get what she wanted. The girl twisted her petite frame until she had her legs curled up beneath her once more. Though Azalea herself had a lithe frame, she could never move with the same simple grace as China. She watched in silent amazement, but did not dwell too long on the thought. After all, Azalea was a perfectionist. She did not want to think about those things that would be impossible for her to master. Instead, her golden eyes flicked to the Lapis Lazuli gaze of the other when the girl spoke up again. Was this girl serious? "No, I’m fine," she declared, trying her best to let her voice carry a tone of finality. The idea of this girl touching her was not something Azalea found appealing, and standing on her head was just foolish. This girl was completely odd, and the coal colored Rakeeb wasn’t quite sure what to do in her presence. One thing was for sure, China sure did throw Azalea off. "I don’t have time for games," but couldn’t think of any other excuses to get China to back off. The uneasiness of being around her peers was starting to creep up on her. Azalea was suddenly feeling very self-conscious. .zale-bn p {margin:0px 0px 20px 0px; padding:0px 20px 0px 20px; text-indent:25px; } .zale-bn b {color:#fff8e5;} .zale-bn {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#000000; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:465px; background-color:#404040; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000; line-height:15px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://anna.sleepyglow.net/images/souls ... table1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:265px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 01-03-2011 [html] wc: 3+ SoSuWriMo: 442
[/html] [html] OOC Ending: The two chat for a little while longer, before Azalea is a grump and decides to head back to Anathema.[/html] |