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The outlands of Salsola were a familiar place to Draugr. She did not frequently roam too far from her pack, and when she did, the wolfdog was ahorse more often than not. Today, she padded along in her Secui form. The silver-tinged hybrid found this form's bulk and size ideal for the threatening presence needed along the borderlands -- her Optime form, with its femininity, was not suited for intimidation. Dra was an avid shifter and might be found in her other forms more frequently, if only they had the dexterity of fingers. One could not ride a horse in Lupus or Secui form, after all.
Tilting her head back, the hybrid meandered closer to the Salsola border, stepping across it daintily. While it was not her kingdom, Draugr was admitted to the place of thistle all the same. For that she must be proud and hold her head high. The hybrid stalked through the tall and thick grasses of the marshland, knowing she was soon to come to the place of shacks and half-fallen human buildings. Though it was within the borders of her pack, the hybrid saw fit to inspect these fallen buildings where possible. Though few would be so foolish as to trespass, she thought they'd hide there, if anywhere.
Trotting quickly over the ground with her tail held in a relaxed position, the Secui kept her nose low to the ground, seeking the scents of any strangers within Salsola's borders. Many within the pack seemed obsessive over their border security and isolation, and Draugr was not one to slack on appearances. Though she thought it unlikely they'd be attacked again, she knew how necessary it was to appease the expectations of her pack. Mama Siv had impressed that much on her, at least. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Yi TaeKyung - 07-17-2012 [html] WC: 449
.ykt-simplestuff {margin:0px auto;width:425px;border:1px solid white;-moz-border-radius:10px;-webkit-border-radius:10px;border-radius:10px;background-color:#000000;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9px;color:#f1f1f1;padding:5px;text-align:justify;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;} .ykt-simplestuff b {color:#777777;} .ykt-simplestuff p {text-indent:25px;} </style>[/html] - Draugr Helsi - 07-23-2012 [html] (--) 8D No worries broskies! Also, kind of assuming they know each other's names..? I will edit if not!
Draugr often patrolled the borders, either in this four-legged form or upon Dyrne's back. Either was as likely -- it was pure chance that she'd chosen this form today. Thus far, all her patrols had yielded little result: she'd never even scented anyone near the borders, let alone within them. This was sour for the she-wolf, who found herself itching to try another battle. Draugr had practiced some, but it was difficult to admit to her fellow Salsolians any weaknesses. Lack of prowess in any area was a weakness, as Dra saw it.
She soon became aware of another, and hesitated. Dra twisted her head around, throwing a look over her shoulder. Pale purple eyes fell upon a shadowy form -- too female to be Pandemic, too small to be Siv, too fit and pretty to be Eris. Her gaze fell upon the ring, and it was then she recognized the Cicerone's slave. A twinge of apprehension appeared in her chest -- though this one was a slave, she was a slave to the leader, and formidable in her own right. Dra almost viewed herself on a level with the shadow-furred woman -- and yet. She'd been educated on how to speak to a slave, and this was how she addressed the woman.
Follow me, unless you've been commanded to finish some task, she said, offering TaeKyung an easy way to decline if she'd already been given orders. I'm going to look in the buildings to the east for trespassers. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Yi TaeKyung - 08-10-2012 [html] WC: 540
.ykt-simplestuff {margin:0px auto;width:425px;border:1px solid white;-moz-border-radius:10px;-webkit-border-radius:10px;border-radius:10px;background-color:#000000;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9px;color:#f1f1f1;padding:5px;text-align:justify;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;} .ykt-simplestuff b {color:#777777;} .ykt-simplestuff p {text-indent:25px;} </style>[/html] - Draugr Helsi - 08-11-2012 [html] (322) I think I might have even replied, too. :| Poo poo on you, data loss.
The slave was of magnificent quality. Her fur was jet-black, as few others possessed within Salsola. Her mother, even, was highlighted with chocolate and cinnamon and silver. Draugr herself had highlights of coal, but little else -- the rest of her fur was the deep, red-brown of a chocolate Doberman or similar dog. The word she spoke was laced with heavy accents and perhaps even of another language. Draugr's ears swept forward to hear it, and she understood it for an agreement. The hybrid hesitated to continue onward as the dark-hued slave approached, speaking again. Death, dealt all for her -- Draugr's smile was genuine. Lovely, she said, complimenting the woman's obedience and her offer.
With that, the hybrid turned tail and stalked her thick-bodied form to the first of the low-hanging shacks. A quick sniff around the dilapidated building told her all she needed to know -- there were no intruders here, and there had never been. Or, if there had been, it had been so long their scents were gone. The farmhouses, larger and with more places to hide, were a better bet. Breaking into a swift trot, the hybrid made her way toward the former outline of the property. What had once been a wooden fence outlined it, but most of the fence had fallen over, pushed to the ground by the wind or torn asunder by some charging deer.
Draugr picked her way across the wooden splinters, grimacing. She stopped all of a sudden, tail and ears lifting. There was another figure in the distance -- two-legged and slinking. They were clearly beyond the borders of Salsola -- the low stone fence marking this part of the perimeter were in the foreground -- but they were approaching, albeit cautiously. Draugr stiffened and stared, pale purple eyes appraising the figure from afar. They did not seem intent to join -- this was skulking, or perhaps marauding, even. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] |